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IN THE ASS ONLY

SEX WITH STRANGERS: VOLUME FOUR

JT Holland

Copyright 2017 JT Holland

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IN THE ASS ONLY

 

I’ve always been lucky when it comes to women. I’m not quite sure why. I’m a decent enough looking fellow, a shade over six feet tall and 170 pounds with an in-shape body of a natural athlete who spends a lot of time outdoors, but I’m certainly nothing special. But for some reason, there’s something about me that draws a specific type of woman. Namely, sluts.

Every since I was a teenager they flocked to me. In high school, college, and now into my late twenties, I routinely get approached by women who just want to fuck. Most of the time it’s just a one-time thing, with no complications or commitments. At times it has turned into something more, but every time a hook-up morphed into a relationship it fizzled out pretty quickly. Again, I’m not sure why. But for some reason I just wasn’t relationship material.

Which was fine by me. The way I see it, relationships are more trouble than they’re worth. I was perfectly content to have single nights (or afternoons) with women and then move on. And I was lucky enough that I never had a shortage of suitors.

Like Shawna, for example.

There I was, just minding my own business in line at the coffee shop after work, getting myself a cup of coffee to help me through the evening, when I first saw her. She was a  platinum-haired beauty, standing right behind me in line, wearing a white and black lingerie-style top and a black skirt. She had dark eyes, full lips, perfect skin and a rockin’ body that she obviously wasn’t afraid to show off.

Once glance and I turned away, not wanting to stare. I’m a pretty nice guy, relaxed and mellow, but I’m not real outgoing. I don’t generally start up conversations with strangers. But apparently she had no such reservations.

“Quite a wait, huh?” she said, talking to me as if we were old friends right from the get-go.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to return the vibe. “Pretty typical for this place.”

“I know, but still, today seems longer than usual,” she said. “At least I’ve got some decent scenery to look at.”

I gave her a slightly confused look.

“What?” she said. “You don’t think you’re good-looking?”

“I don’t know,” I said, not sure where this was going and not wanting to make a fool of myself with a complete stranger, especially one as hot as she was. “I’ve never really thought about it much.”

“Oh, bullshit,” she said, laughing. “Everyone thinks about what they look like.”

“True,” I said. “But I’m not really concerned with it too much.”

“I can tell,” she said. “Otherwise you’d shave every once in a while, or wash your hair.” Before I could object, she continued on. “But you know what? I like that. Too many people worry about what everyone else thinks these days.”

“I agree,” I said as the line moved forward. It was my turn to order. I did, then asked my new friend what she wanted. “My treat,” I told her.

“Why thank you,” she said after placing her order. “I’m Shawna, by the way.”

“I’m Mike,” I said. “And it’s the least I can do,” I said.

“And what’s the most?” she asked, flashing me a mischievous grin.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?” she said, her grin growing wider.

“I have no idea,” I said.

Before the conversation could go any further, the barista called out our names.

“Care to sit down with me and talk some more, Mister Mike?”

“I’d be delighted,” I said.

“It’s hard to find a good man these days,” she said shortly after we’d sat down. We were outside, at the table in the corner of the patio, away from the rest of the patrons.

“Most guys are trash,” I said, still not sure exactly where this was going. I had a few ideas, but I didn’t want to presume too much for fear of getting disappointed.

“Tell me about it,” she said. “Of course, I don’t exactly set myself up for success most of the time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I generally don’t go about picking up guys the traditional way.”

“How do you go about them?” I asked.

“Well, if I want a guy, I’ll just go up to him and ask if he wants to fuck.”

I’m not going to lie, it took some effort to keep my coffee down when she said that. But eventually I managed to ask: “What if the guy says no?”

“Then I go on to the next one,” she said. “But that doesn’t happen very often, believe me.”

“Oh, I do,” I said. “So, is that what you’re doing right now? Asking me if I want to fuck?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It depends.”

“On what?”

“On you,” she said.

“How so?”

“Well, I’m pretty picky,” she said.

“About what?”

“Cocks. They have to be certain size or I’m not really interested.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded.

“But how do you know how big it is before you get their clothes off?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “There are a whole bunch of different ways. Sometimes I take them to the men’s room and get a little peek. Or the corner of the building. But usually I just do this.”

She reached beneath the table and grabbed ahold of my cock, grasping it through my pants, right there at the patio of coffee shop. Luckily I was pretty hard just from talking to her.

“Well,” I said after she’d let go. “What do you think?”

“Very impressive,” she said.

“Is it big enough for you?”

“Oh yes.”

“So does that mean . . .”

“That I’m going to ask you if you want to fuck me?” she finished.

I nodded.

“It does indeed,” she said.  “But I have to tell you, if you can’t handle butt sex, don’t even bother. I don’t like men who don’t like butt sex.”

“Butt sex? You mean anal sex?”

“Yep,” she said. “Because that’s really all I want. If you really, really want to, you can stick your cock in my pussy every once in a while, but only as foreplay. But if it were up to me you’d be fucking just my ass and nothing else. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I think I can manage,” I said.

“And, of course, I like to give blow jobs too,” she said.

“Really?” I said. This girl was too good to be true.

“Hell yeah. I get more excited blowing you than I do if you munch on my cunt. That’s so boring.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Completely,” she said, flashing me a nasty little smile.

“Then what the hell are we waiting for,” I said, grabbing her hand and turning towards the door. “Let’s go back to my place for a blow job and butt sex.”

 

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I’d barely had time to shut the front door of my place closed before Shawna was dropping to her hands and knees in front of me. She hadn’t even bothered to take any of her clothes off, which didn’t bother me in the least. I had no problem getting dirty without getting naked. In fact, I preferred it. There was just something about it that seemed nastier.

Immediately after dropping to her knees, Shawna worked my belt. She had it unbuckled in moments, followed by my top button, and then my zipper. She yanked my pants and boxers down, dropping them to my ankles, then wrapped her hand around my shaft and sucked on the head of my cock. Bobbing her head forward and back, maintaining eye contact the whole time, she worked my shaft with her hands while her mouth went to town on the tip.

It wasn’t long before Shawna’s mouth was going further and further down, taking more and more of my cock in her mouth. Her hand still worked the shaft, moving in conjunction with her mouth to create the perfect amount of pressure to maximize stimulation without making me cum.

After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Shawna slid my cock from her mouth. Gathering up some saliva, she spit on my cock and started working it in with her hands while she continued looking up at me.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she said in that sexy-as-hell little girl voice of hers.

“I fucking love it,” I replied.

“Do you want me to take it further down?” she asked.

I nodded again.

Smiling, Shawna again took my cock in her mouth. This time she blew me proper, taking my cock halfway down before bobbing her head back up then going down again, over and over and over, her lips sliding over my shaft, helped by the copious amounts of saliva she was generating.

It was the sloppiest blow job I’d ever gotten; my cock was practically white with her spit. It was getting everywhere, all over her face, her chin, her neck, dripping onto her chest, the floor, even my leg. The sounds coming from her mouth were wet and juicy and labored, gagging and coughing equally as my cock continued sliding in and out of her mouth.

Shawna was a machine, blowing me for a good thirty seconds straight before coming up for air. Even then she took one big breath and went back down for more, this time taking my cock even deeper than before, practically deepthroating me with every pump.

She blew me in long, fast pumps, her hair flying everywhere and saliva pouring out of her mouth, making my cock a wet, sloppy mess. After another full minute of non-stop sucking, she wrapped her arms around my waist and used my body to hold herself in place as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep inside her throat.

Shawna deepthroated me for a few seconds before gagging and coughing and letting my cock slide out of her mouth. She took a moment to catch her breath then looked up at me, smiling widely.

“What did you think of that?” she asked.

“It was fucking incredible,” I replied.

“With your help I could hold it for longer,” she said.

“Tell me what I need to do.”

“Just put your hands on the back of my head and hold my head in place,” Shawna said.

“For how long?” I asked.

“As long as you want,” she replied, her smile growing wider.

“What if you can’t breathe.”

Shawna laughed. “That’s kind of the point.”

“But what if I hold you there for too long?”

“You won’t,” she said. “Trust me.”

“All right,” I said. “If you insist.”

Shawna opened her mouth and turned her eyes up towards mine.

“Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

I didn’t have a good answer for that, so I pulled her head towards me and pushed my hips forward at the same time, forcing my cock into her mouth. I kept on pushing until my entire cock had disappeared inside her mouth. I could feel it touching the back of her throat.

She held me there for a good six seconds before starting to cough. It tickled my cock, her coughing while it was planted in her throat. I almost pulled away but continued to hold on, remembering what she’d said. It just felt too good to let go.

A few seconds later Shawna coughed again, following it with a deep gag. This time I pulled back, yanking my cock from her throat.

“Are you all right?” I asked as she gulped in air.

“I’m fine,” she said, smiling up at me. Saliva was dripping down her chin and her mascara was running down her cheek.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” she said. “I could have taken a lot more.”

“Really?” I said, surprised.

Shawna nodded. “Just because I was gagging doesn’t mean I was done,” she said.

I laughed and shook my head in amazement. I had no idea there were actually women out there like Shawna. I thought they only existed in fiction.

“Well, what do you think?” she said. “Care to give it another go?”

“With pleasure,” I said, pushing my hips forward, sliding my cock into her mouth once again. I forced it as far as it would go, until her nose was pressing up against my stomach. Pulling on the back of her head, I held her in place as she deepthroated my cock, her eyes miraculously still turned up towards mine.

Eight seconds in she started to gag. But I held her head in place, just as she’d instructed. A few seconds later she coughed, then followed that with another gag. But still I held on.

Shawna’s eyes were still somehow looking up at me. They were filled with pleasure even as they leaked tears, and I knew she still had more in her.

She coughed again, and this time instinctively started to pull back. But still I held her in place, testing her limits, seeing how much she could actually take. Another gag, a deeper one this time, followed by a river of spit dripping out of her mouth and onto the floor. Still I didn’t let go.

But the last gag had somehow allowed my cock even deeper access to Shawna’s throat, something I’d not thought possible. And this new depth brought with it a different sensation, an evenly distributed pressure that was unbearable. Where moments ago I still had complete control of myself, now, just like that, I was mere seconds away from completely losing it.

And so, nearly twenty seconds into what was by far the greatest deepthroat of all time, I quickly backed away, yanking my cock out of Shawna’s throat in a heartbeat.

She immediately started gasping for air as more saliva poured out of her mouth.

“I still could have taken more,” Shawna said after she’d caught her breath, her grin as wide as ever.

“Maybe you could have but I couldn’t,” I said. “Another couple seconds and I would’ve came right there in your mouth.”

“Then it’s a good thing you pulled back,” she said, her smile growing wider as she stood up. “Because you would’ve been in deep trouble if you finished up before giving me a good ass reaming.”

“I figured as much,” I said.

“So does that mean you’re ready?” Shawna asked.

“Ready for what?” I replied, messing with her a little bit.

“You know,” she said.

“Tell me,” I said. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to put your cock in my ass,” she said, whispering into my ear. “And then I want you to fuck me until you’re ready to explode.”

“Beg for it,” I whispered back.

“Please fuck my ass with your cock,” Shawna said, her pleading voice making me literally tingle with excitement. “I’m begging you,” she continued. “I need you to ravage my ass with your huge, hard cock. Please, please, please?”

“Okay,” I said, feigning reluctance. “If you insist.”

“Oh, I do,” Shawna said, nodding her head vigorously. “I do, I do.”

She turned around and dropped to her hands and knees. Her back was arched and her ass was sticking up in the air, pushing her skirt up above her ass, revealing for the first time the black and white panties she wore beneath. And also revealing the butt plug she’d had in her ass for at least the last hour, if not longer. It was being held in by her panties and had been concealed by her loose skirt.

“Holy shit, how long has that been in there?” I asked, marveling in amazement.

“The whole fucking day,” Shawna said. “I never leave home without my buttplug.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You truly are one dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

Instead of answering, she reached back and yanked the butt plug out of her asshole, leaving it gaping wide open.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” I said.

“You like my gaping asshole, do you?”

“I fucking love it.”

“Do you want to stick your cock in it?”

I nodded.

“Then come and get it,” Shawna said, giving herself a smack on the ass. “Destroy my asshole with that huge fucking cock of yours.”

“With pleasure,” I said, grabbing ahold of my cock and sliding it into her gaping asshole.

Shawna let out a little gasp and I uttered a low moan as I entered her. “God dammit that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Your cock is so fucking tight inside my asshole.”

“Yes it does,” I agreed as I moved my hips slowly forward and back, taking things slowly at first. “It feels fucking incredible.”

“Give me more,” Shawna said, working her ass back against my cock, forcing it deeper inside her. “I want it all.”

“You do it,” I said. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”

“Like this?” she said, slamming her hips back almost hard enough to knock me over. “Is that how you want it?”

“Just like that,” I said, bracing myself. “As hard as you want.”

And she did, hammering her ass back, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her asshole. Her ass cheeks bounced off my hips, rippling in waves as our flesh smacked together.

At one point, Shawna got a little too aggressive with my cock, popping it out of her ass. “Put it back in,” she begged. “Put that big cock back in my tiny little ass.”

So I did, slipping it effortlessly back into her asshole. The tip had barely even entered her when she started slamming back into me again, picking up right where she’d left off moments ago.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as she continued working her ass back against my cock.

“You like that?” she said, turning her upper body around so she could look at me. “You like it when I work your huge cock into my tight little asshole?”

“I fucking love it,” I said, giving her a smack on the ass to punctuate things.

Shawna smiled and nodded her head. “Do it again,” she said.

So I did, smacking her other cheek this time.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep slapping my ass.”

I smacked it again, first one cheek, then the other.

“That’s it,” Shawna said. “Harder. Make my ass fucking red.”

I honored her request with pleasure, smacking away with my palm, each blow sounding like a gunshot in the small room.

Shawna put her head down and let out a low, guttural groan, still backing her ass against me all the while. Then she slammed back one last time and held it there, my cock buried deep in her asshole, my hips grinding against her ass cheeks.

Her groan rose in intensity and then her body began to shake uncontrollably, shucking and jiving for a full five seconds before falling still. Then she took a moment to catch her breath

“Holy shit that was a huge orgasm,” Shawna said, looking back at me once again, her face filled with joy. “Getting fucked in the ass makes me cum so fucking hard.”

I laughed and shook my head softly. “Where did you come from?” I said. “And where have you been my whole life?”

Shawna flashed me a wide smile and gave me a wink. “I want to taste my ass,” she said. “Can I clean your cock off with my mouth?”

“Be my guest,” I said.

Shawna crawled forward slowly, sliding her ass off my cock inch by inch, until it was completely free of her asshole. Then she turned her body around so her head was right in front of my cock. It was still as hard as ever and sticking straight out, flat as a board, with no limp whatsoever.

“Pretty damn impressive,” she said before opening her mouth wide and sliding my cock into her mouth without using her hands.

“Right back at you,” I said under my breath as she moved her head forward and back, taking a little bit deeper each time, cleaning my cock of her ass juices.

Shawna’s head was turned up towards mine, our eyes locked together as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep in her throat.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, my knees buckling just a bit as she continued to effortlessly deepthroat me.

This time, only seven seconds passed before I backed away, unable to take it anymore without shooting my load. It was one thing to keep from cumming when being deepthroated at the beginning of the session, before any real fucking had happened, but after fucking Shawna’s ass for while, it was exponentially harder to maintain my composure.

Smiling, she grabbed my cock and smacked it against her cheek while she caught her breath. “You liked that, did you?” she asked.

“A little bit too much,” I replied.

“So I take it you don’t want me to do it again?”

“Not unless you want me to shoot my load down your throat.”

“I told you before, it’s not that I don’t want that,” she said, a devilish smile on her lips. “It’s just that I don’t want that right now.”

“Well then, you’d better not deepthroat me again until you do want that.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “But can I let you fuck my ass some more?”

“If you insist,” I said with mock disappointment. “But this time I want to see the look on your face while I’m inside you.”

“I think we can arrange that,” Shawna said. She climbed to her feet and flopped onto the couch, facing me, her ass right on the edge of the couch and her head about halfway down the rear cushions.

As I stood over her, she grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled them back and towards her until her feet were up by her head, tilting her body back so her ass was up in the air and leaving her wide open to me. She hooked her arms around her legs, holding them in place, then ran her hands down her body. She took one ass cheek in each hand and pulled, opening herself up even further. Her pussy was dripping wet and her asshole was wide open.

“It’s waiting for you,” Shawna said, smiling up at me. “My asshole is gaping and just waiting for you to fuck it.”

“Then let’s give it what it wants,” I said, spreading my legs and bending my knees so my cock was at the same level as her asshole.

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “Let’s indeed.”

I grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and slid it into her asshole. It went in easily, without any resistance whatsoever, which wasn’t a big surprise based on how loose it already was from the early fucking it had taken. I gave her my entire cock, balls deep, right from the get-go, hammering it in and out of her in long, slow, rhythmic thrusts.

“Yeah, bury that cock in my ass,” Shawna said, staring up at me, looking me directly in the eyes with no shame whatsoever. “That’s right. Just like that. It feels so good, so fucking good.”

I agreed completely with her but was too busy concentrating on keeping things rolling smoothly to answer. Besides, the less I talked the more Shawna did, and I definitely liked hearing her voice more than my own.

In the middle of one particularly aggressive series of thrusts, my cock slid out of her pussy right before I was about to hammer it back into her. My cock ran over the top of her pussy and my balls slammed into her asshole, causing me to flinch in discomfort. With my cock lying atop her flesh and my balls still pressing against her asshole, I took a moment to gather myself.

“A little too aggressive there, huh?” Shawna said, smiling as always.

“Just a bit,” I said.

She shifted her hand down and grabbed my balls and gave them a little squeeze.

I sucked my breath in, not sure how much pressure she was going to put on them.

Shawna laughed. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I just want to try something. Do you mind?”

“Be my guest,” I said. So far she hadn’t done anything to me that had felt less than awesome and I didn’t expect her to start now. But still, I could feel a hint of trepidation. Which was my normal reaction when someone had their hand around my sack. After all, there was a fine line when it came to that area of a man, and it was real easy to cross it.

But what Shawna did caught me totally off-guard. It was something I’d never had done, in fact, I hadn’t seen it or heard of it happening either.

With hands as skilled as a surgeon, Shawna isolated my testicles and pinched off my sack right above it, making a little package with the skin pulled tight around it. Then she guided the little package into her still-gaping asshole.

It was an incredibly tight fit, far tighter than my cock, and with her asshole squeezing my balls on all sides simultaneously, nearly unbearable. I don’t know about most guys, but testicles were infinitely more sensitive than my cock, and having both of them stuffed into her asshole had me close to tears. As it was, my foot was tapping on the floor and I was biting down on my bottom lip, trying to keep from groaning.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath while Shawna grinned like a demon up at me. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort. And I wasn’t particularly surprised. I’d suspected she was a bit of a sadist right from the beginning. Which is one of the things I liked most about her.

“Too much for you?” she said.

I shook my head. And it wasn’t. For as painful as it was, it felt great too. Intense as hell and fucking incredible. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced; right on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain.

Shawna’s grin grew wider and more mischievous, and before I could puzzle out her next move, she started bouncing her ass against me, putting even more pressure on my balls.

“Fuck me running,” I groaned, barely able to get the words out. The line between pleasure and pain had been crossed, and although my balls in her asshole still felt incredible, the sensation was simply too intense. I made it three thrusts before quickly backing away, unable to take the pain.

Laughing, Shawna grabbed my cock and began playing with it, gently jerking me off. “Too much, huh?” she said.

I nodded sheepishly.

“Don’t feel bad, you did better than most,” she said, guiding the tip of my cock back into her asshole. “Now fuck me like you’re tying to break me in half. Pay me back for what I just did to you.”

“Gladly,” I said, thrusting my hips forward until my cock had disappeared into her asshole. Once it was all the way in, I held it there, our flesh smashed together.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Shawna nodded, her eyes wide and staring directly at mine, egging me on. She clearly wanted more.

Keeping my cock planted deep in Shawna’s asshole, I put one foot up on the couch for leverage and leaned forward, pushing even pushed harder, my hips digging into her flesh, my cock grinding against her insides.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Your cock is so deep in my ass. Fuck me with it. Hammer it in and out of me.”

So I did, moving my hips back slowly, only to slam them forward with everything I had, mining her asshole with my cock. My body pounded against hers with every thrust, forcing her deeper into the cushions, her entire body quivering every time I bottomed out.

“Pump that little ass with your big cock,” she said, her voice controlled but intense. “Yeah, that’s right. Just like that. Just like that!”

I gradually increased the speed without diminishing the aggression, my body hammering down on Shawna’s, our eyes locked together. We were in perfect rhythm, totally in synch. The world consisted of nothing but pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure. Not only for me, but for Shawna too. One of her hands had migrated down to her pussy and she was using three fingers to rub furiously at her clit.

“Keep going,” she said, her tone getting a little sloppier, less controlled. “Holy fuck, keep going. Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

So I didn’t, using the last of my energy to maintain the ridiculous pace, hammering my cock into her ass with as much intensity as I could muster, not sure how much longer I could keep going.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Shawna said, her voice rising with every exclamation, right along with the speed in which her fingers attacked her clit. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, her entire body shaking and gyrating, legs quivering, chest rising and falling, juices squirting out of her pussy and all over my stomach.

Once her orgasm had passed, she regained control of herself. Back again was the controlled woman with the intense, demanding demeanor. “That’s right, use my tight little ass,” Shawna said, talking in a low, impossibly sexy voice. “Own it. Make it yours.”

It was a command, not a request, and for some reason that made it infinitely more erotic. So erotic, in fact, that it pushed me right to the edge of orgasm. Just like I’m sure she knew it would. Now that she’d had her orgasm, it was time to finish me off.

“Are you ready?” Shawna asked as I continued hammering away at her asshole.

I nodded. I couldn’t do anything else.

“Yeah?” she asked, staring up at me, her eyes challenging mine. “Are you sure?”

I nodded again, more vehemently this time.

“Then give me that fucking cum,” she said. “Empty that fucking nutsack in my fucking ass.”

I did as she demanded, finally allowing my body the release it had been begging for. I continued pumping my hips even as I shot my load inside her asshole, cringing all the while, feeling the same combination of pleasure and discomfort that had been the theme of the evening.

It took a good six or seven squirts for my body to emptied of cum, after which I slowly let my cock slide out of Shawna’s asshole.

There were some remnants of my cum leftover on my cock, but Shawna took care of them without hesitation, sliding her body down the couch until she was sitting on the floor with her head between my legs in a heartbeat.

She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it of our combined juices, then started sucking on it hard enough to make me squirm and try to pull away. But she wasn’t having it, and wrapped her arms around my waist to keep my in place.

I eventually wrenched free and scooted backwards, smiling and laughing despite the discomfort.

“What?” Shawna said, trying to look innocent. “You don’t like post-orgasm blow jobs?”

“They’re a bit intense.”

“That’s kind of the point,” she replied, climbing to her feet and gathering her clothes.

“I know, but still . . .” I said, trailing off.

“Well I love giving them, so you’re just going to have to get used to them,” Shawna said, turning her head to give me a wink as she walked past me, heading towards the bathroom.

It took me a moment to figure out what she meant. And once I did I could barely maintain my excitement.

“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” I asked carefully after she emerged from the bathroom fully clothed.

“Not unless you want it to be,” she said.

“Hell no,” I replied.

“Good,” Shawna said. “Because neither do I. It was fun. I’d like to do it again sometime.”

“I would too,” I said, still a bit dumbfounded.

“Of course, next time we’ll have to turn the intensity up even more, if that’s okay with you.”

“It’s more than okay,” I said.

“Great,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the front door. “Then I’ll call you when I have some free time.”

“I can’t wait to hear from you,” I said as Shawna walked out of my condo, closing the door behind her.

I stared at the front door for a few seconds, still naked, then laughed under my breath and shook my head. What a day. One of the best of my life. And the idea that more would be coming? It was almost too much to think about. Almost, but not quite. I wondered what our next session would bring. I couldn’t wait to find out.

 

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Asserting Dominance

Anal Destruction

Depraved Threesome

Reluctant Submission

Rougher Than Ever

SEX WITH STRANGERS

Not As Innocent As She Looks

In The Ass Only

Double The Fun

Just A Hint Of Anal



 


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