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It always makes laugh whenever anyone is uncomfortable when the subject of sex comes up.

Sex is a natural part of our lives, something we can’t live without, at least not happily. Especially when it’s between two people that care about each other, regardless of whether or not they’re married. And it should be celebrated, not frowned upon.

It took me a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Christian household, where sex was demonized from as early as I can remember thinking about it. Sex is evil, it’s dirty, it’s a sin against God, you can’t talk about it, you can’t think about it, if you play with yourself you’ll go blind, all that shit. I was petrified of it. And embarrassed. Feeling guilty about jerking off, about looking at nude pictures, even about getting a boner.

Even in college, after I realized just how ridiculous and backwards that sort of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, like taking charge of a sexual situation, or being willing to push the boundaries in the bedroom without were all but lost on me. That deep-rooted guilt just didn’t allow me to do certain things.

And then Nikki came along for the second time. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards getting more comfortable, not only in bed itself, but outside of it too. Talking about sex, discussing our wants and desires openly instead of trying to drag it out of each other like most couples.

 It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do those kinds of things. It embarrassed me; I wasn’t really all that comfortable in the bedroom and certainly not discussing sex outside of it. Even once I got over my doubts and got into the swing of things, that strange combination of guilt and embarrassment would inevitably rear its ugly head. I was always worried that the sexual component  was somehow  going to cause problems the next morning, or down the road somewhere.

But it didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to be open about sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.




Dinner was incredible. We didn’t mess around with any salads or crap like that; we went straight for the main course. Steaks. New York Strip for me and Filet Mignon for Nikki. Plus chocolate sin cake for dessert. Not to mention two more bottles of wine while we ate. By the time we were done eating we were getting funny looks from the other diners. But we didn’t care. Not one bit. We were drunk and aching to get back to the room and if the tables near us overheard what we saying to each other, so what? It wasn’t our fault they weren’t comfortable enough with sex to hear it discussed by a couple of strangers.

Walking through the casino was a blast. Upon leaving the restaurant we’d decided to see how much we could get away with before security got involved. As it turned out, in Vegas, you can get away with almost anything short of fucking right there in the middle of the casino.

During our time across the floor we made out, groped each other, talked aloud about what we were going to do to each other once back in the room, fondled each other’s private parts and generally made a spectacle of ourselves without getting in trouble. Don’t get me wrong, there were quite a few dirty looks and some thinly-veiled comments but nothing serious.

The elevator was quite an adventure too. We were the only ones inside, so I stuck the key card into the slot and pressed the button for the 47th floor. Nikki was all over me the moment the door closed, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator and sticking her tongue in my mouth while she rubbed my cock, which was pressing painfully against the thin material of my pants and had been for some time.

“Good old Viagra,” she said. “It just doesn’t quit, does it?”

“I think it has more to do with you than the Viagra.”

Smiling, she dropped to her knees.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I said.

“No, but I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Nikki said as she unzipped my pants with practiced ease, reached in and slipped my cock out.

Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Nikki took my cock in her mouth and proceeded to blow me while I watched the numbers above the elevator door rise into the mid 20’s. I looked down to watch her work when suddenly the elevator slowed down. I snapped my head up, saw that we were still in the 30’s, and quickly pulled Nikki to her feet. I turned her around and pulled her in close so her lower half was pressing up against my cock, hiding it from view as the elevator came to a stop on floor 35.

Nikki’s hair was mussed up and there was a little bit of saliva on her chin but she didn’t care. In fact, I knew she got off on this sort of thing. It was probably the reason why she’d gone down on me in the first place, just hoping that something like this would happen.

A little bell dinged and the doors opened, revealing a balding, middle-aged man in a bathrobe with a bucket of ice in his hands. He saw us and immediately understood what was going on. He hesitated a moment then stepped into the elevator, his face already starting to turn red. He pressed the button for the 36th floor and shot us an embarrassed look as the doors closed.

“The ice machine was broken on my floor,” he said sheepishly. He was holding the bucket of ice directly in front of his groin, no doubt to hide the swiftly growing tent.

“Don’t you hate that?” Nikki said, smiling broadly at looking right at him.

The man nodded and looked down at the floor. I just stared straight ahead, looking at Nikki in the mirrored walls of the elevator, trying not to burst out laughing. She caught my gaze in the mirror and gave me a wink.

The elevator rose one floor, dinged and stopped again. The doors opened and the man hustled out into the hallway without another word.

We were laughing uncontrollably before the doors even closed behind him. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and the elevator started moving again.

“So do you have anything special you want me to do to you tonight?” I asked as the elevator rose towards our floor.

“Are you taking requests?”

“If you’ve got any.”

“Oh, I’ve got a couple things in mind.”

“Like what?”

“For starters, you know that thing you do with your fingers?”

“Of course.”

“I want you to do that until I’m begging you to stop,” Nikki said, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “And then I want you to keep on doing it, and keep on doing it, and keep on doing it until I’m going to fucking explode.” She turned her head and flashed me a wicked smile. “And then I want you to do it some more.”

Just thinking about it made my throat dry up. “Anything else?” I managed.

“Yeah. But let’s just start with that one for now. I’ll tell you the other things as we go along.”

“Fair enough.”

“What about you?” she asked as the elevator came to a stop on our floor.

“Just one,” I said as the doors opened and we made our way down the hall towards our room.

“That’s it?”

I nodded.

“Well,” Nikki said, glancing over at me. “Are you going to spit it out or leave me guessing?”

“I want you to sit on my face,” I said.

Nikki tilted her head and gave me a curious look. Which is exactly what I expected. And with good reason. She’d sat on my face a couple times but it was always something she’d initiated. I’d never asked for it before. And even though it wasn’t normally my favorite thing in the world I was craving it at that moment, and not only because she enjoyed it so much.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“I’m positive,” I said. “I want you to smother me with your pussy so I can’t breathe. I want to be helpless beneath you. I want you to make me suffer. I want you to own me.”

She giggled excitedly and stood on her toes and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then she grabbed my hand and started jogging down the hall towards our room.

“Come on,” she said, dragging me along. “If you don’t hurry up I’m going to jump you right here in the hall.”

“So who gets to go first?” Nikki asked as I stuck the keycard into the door.

“It doesn’t matter to me.”

We entered the room and I shut the door behind us.

“Are you sure you don’t care either way?” she said.

“Not at all,” I said as we made our way towards the couch. “What do you want?”

“I’ll show you what I want,” Nikki said, giving me a little shove that knocked me back onto the couch. Just like that, her face flipped; no longer was she the excited, playful girl she’d been the whole night. Now she was Nikki the man-killer, fierce and angry and in-charge. Just the way I wanted her. At least for a little while.

She hitched her dress up, revealing a luscious bit of leg above her thigh-high stockings, and straddled me. Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear while slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she said. “Because I’m not going to have any mercy on you. I’m going to take what I want without giving you a second thought.”

“I’m positive,” I said, literally shivering with excitement. “I want you to do your worst.”

“If you insist,” Nikki said almost apologetically. “But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” She flipped my shirt over itself a couple of times and tightened it up then wrapped it around my throat and used it to choke me. “Now, you are going to do exactly as I say, right?”

I nodded.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“That’s a good boy.”

Nikki released the shirt and threw it to the ground. She grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and slowly ran her fingertips down my face with the other. “You pretend like you’re such a big, tough guy, but we both know the truth, don’t we?”

She slapped me on the cheek, hard enough to sting.

“We know that you’re just like all the other boys,” she said. “Insecure. Pathetic. Weak.”

She slapped me again, harder this time.

Nikki’s no waif; she stands right around 5’9” and weighs a solid 140 pounds, mostly muscle. She’s a former college athlete who works out at least 5 times a week. All of which is a long way of saying that she can do some damage when she puts her mind to it. And this was one of those times.

But despite the pain, I smiled. I just couldn’t help myself. This was just too much fun. Exactly what I’d be hoping for. She had a way of knowing what I wanted. It was one of her many gifts.

“Oh you think this is funny, do you?” Nikki said, yanking on my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to her.

“No,” I said. “Just exciting.”

“Exciting, huh? So you enjoying being treated like shit?”

“Only by you.”

She glared at me. “That better not be sarcasm.”

“It’s not.”

“Uh-huh,” Nikki said as she climbed off me. She was standing in front of me, her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips. “Well, we’ll just see how much you enjoy being degraded. Slide down the couch until you’re sitting on the floor with your head on the couch.”

I did as I was told, sliding in-between her legs so she was standing over me, one leg on either side of my body and her hands on her hips. My ass was on the carpet, my back up against the front of the couch and my head lying on the cushion. Just looking up at her from down here made my dick ache with excitement. I automatically started playing with myself to relieve some of the pressure.

She kicked my arm away with the tip of her pumps.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”


“That’s right,” Nikki said. “I didn’t. Hands at your sides, mister.” She undid the back of her dress and let it slide off her body, leaving her in only a black lace bra and matching panties, black thigh-high stockings and black fuck-me pumps.

Nikki was a ridiculously gorgeous woman no matter what she was wearing but the severity and simplicity of the outfit was positively stunning. And the angle in which I was taking her in was almost too much for me to handle. It took all I had to keep my hands by my sides.

“Are you ready for this pussy?” she said, sliding her hand down her stomach and into her panties and starting to rub.

I nodded.

“Yeah, you think you’re ready,” Nikki said as she pulled her panties off and stepped forward. She put one knee up on the couch, alongside my head, then brought the other one up so her pussy was hovering right above my face. “But we’re about to see if you really are.”

And then she dropped her pussy right onto my face.

She just sat there, unmoving, smothering my face with her pussy, forcing me to breathe in her essence if I wanted to take any breath at all. And so I did, finding just enough nourishment to keep my lungs filled, the time stretching out like warm taffy until it was meaningless, my entire world consisting of nothing but Nikki’s fragrant wetness.

Some time later Nikki raised up just a bit, just barely giving me a chance to catch my breath before dropping down onto my face again. But this time she didn’t sit still. She rode me like I was a horse, rubbing her pussy back and forth against my face, from my chin to my nose, varying the pressure slightly depending on her whims, making me sloppy with her juices.

“Stick your tongue out,” she said.

Of course I obliged her immediately.

“That’s better,” Nikki said, her movements becoming more focused, less frenzied, as she tried to find the perfect spot for my tongue to go. And then she did. “There it is,” she moaned, leaning forward a bit to free up her hands, which she used to spread her pussy even further, allowing my tongue to penetrate her deeper.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, working her pussy relentlessly, using my tongue to give her what she needed. “It turns out you’re good for something after all.”

My right hand went to my cock and started to stroke it, taking care of that particular irrational need. If there’s a man out there who can leave his hard dick alone for an extended time when it’s not being serviced by someone else I’d like to meet him and learn the trick. I just can’t do it. At least, not for very long.

I was stroking myself when Nikki started bouncing on my face, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper inside her, her ass cheeks slapping against my face, her moans growing more and more frenzied and guttural, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she bounced and bounced and bounced endlessly. And then she was no longer bouncing but grinding, digging her snatch into my face, owning me, dominating me, using me strictly for her pleasure, her moans turning even more intense until she let out a single cry and sat down on top of me and stayed there, smothering me, her body quivering, her legs squeezing my head until it felt like it was going to pop.

Finally Nikki rose up, allowing me to breath, which I did in large gulps while smiling up the length of her body at her lovely face. Her hair was a mess and her mascara had started to run and her face was red from exertion but her smile was wide and genuine.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” she asked.

“Better,” I replied.

“Oh, I doubt that,” she said, laughing. “Do you want some more?”

“Yes please.”

“If you insist,” she said, pretending to be disappointed. “But this time I’m going to pay a little attention to your beautiful cock, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I said.

Nikki grabbed one of the throw pillows and slid off the couch. She set the pillow down on the carpet next to my head and tapped me on the shoulders. I slid my head down from the couch so my whole body was lying on the floor, face up, my head on the pillow. Nikki spun around so she was facing away from me then once again sat on my face.

Nikki was more gentle this time, providing enough pressure to satisfy her need without smothering me, not forcing the issue, allowing me a little room to roam with my tongue. Plus she had started playing with my cock, which excited me even more, and in turn provided me with more incentive to return the favor.

I went to town on her pussy, licking and tonguing and sucking on it, tasting her musty sweetness, seeing how much noise I could get her to make. And she made quite a bit, mostly wordless moans of pleasure punctuated with the occasional gasp of breath when I did something out of the ordinary, like dig in a little deeper or spend a little time licking her asshole.

It wasn’t long before she was bent over and sucking my cock while I ate her out, both of us varying the speed and pressure, using what we were doing to the other person to relay our own needs. When I wanted her to blow me faster I worked my tongue more quickly. When I wanted it deeper, I stuck my tongue deeper inside her. And she did the same thing. Pretty soon we were both going after each other with an intensity just short of madness, Nikki slobbering all over my cock as she took it all the way down her throat, me attacking her pussy with reckless abandon, licking and sucking her silky smoothness, getting her juices all over my face, and both of us loving every second of it.

“Enough of this shit,” Nikki said, pulling herself up and spinning around so she was facing me, her legs on each side of my body. “I need your cock inside me.”

She squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it into her pussy, gasping slightly as it slipped in. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes locked on mine, she started slowly moving up and down on my cock, expertly taking it in her pussy from tip to base, her perfect, gorgeous body hovering above me. Her body control was ridiculous; she moved with grace despite the awkwardness of her position, balanced only by her hands on my chest and her feet on the floor. The only evidence of effort was reflected in her rippling leg muscles as she moved up and down.

“Holy shit,” I said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” she said. “You like that? You like it when I slam my pussy into you?”

“I fucking love it.”

She took her hands off my chest and put them on the ground behind her so she was leaning back, which allowed her to move even faster. Pretty soon she was bouncing on my cock, her ass slapping against my groin as she drove her pussy down, down, down into me. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, punctuating her perfect rack and flat stomach and revealing the hollow of her neck, which for some unknown reason had always turned me on like crazy.

I grabbed ahold of her ass and held it in place slightly above me and started thrusting my hips upward, giving her a little break and myself a chance to take control. I was slamming into her, my cock ramming up into her pussy, my hips bouncing off her ass, grunting with the effort while she screamed in pleasure.

And then Nikki was dropping to her knees and riding me like a proper cowgirl, her slim body bouncing up and down, my hands on her tits, grasping and squeezing and pinching her nipples as she transitioned into grinding atop me, moving forward and backward, then side to side, taking my cock with her wherever her pussy went. I slapped her tits a couple of times then slid my hands down her body and past her hips and grabbed ahold of her asscheeks, one in each hand. I spread her cheeks apart, opening her up even further, allowing me deeper access to her.

This always excited the hell out of her and tonight was no exception. An inarticulate mumble came from her mouth and then she leaned forward and began bouncing harder and harder, driving her body down onto mine, her hair flying everywhere, masking her face as she pummeled me as though trying to jackhammer me into the floor for good.

The pounding I was taking was starting to make my back sore so I started lifting my hips right as our bodies came together to lessen some of the pressure, which ended up allowing for even deeper penetration and elicited another round of squealing from Nikki. Our bodies slammed together a few more times before she came down on me one last time and held it there, her body shaking and her breath catching in her throat as she had another orgasm. Number Two on the session. Not that I was keeping count or anything.

Nikki climbed off me and slid her body backwards so she could lick her juices off my cock. After cleaning it off with her tongue she took it in her mouth, blowing me and jerking me off while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Getting a blowjob immediately after a hardcore pound session was always an incredible feeling. A much different sensation than getting one before fucking. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t at the moment I wasn’t very concerned about the reasons. All I know is that it felt extremely good. Too good, in fact. Nikki had me right on the verge of cumming but I didn’t want to go there. Not yet. I wanted to fuck her some more first.

So I fought off the nearly insurmountable ingrained desire to spread my seed and grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head off my cock. It was my turn to take control.

Maintaining my hold on Nikki’s hair, I stood up and led her over to the wall-sized window looking over the neon-lit playground of the Vegas Strip. Once there I pressed her body against the glass so she was facing the Strip. Her palms were pressed on the window above her head and her ass was to me, her heels bringing up right up to the same level as my cock.

“You like the view?” I said as I reached around with my free hand and started playing with her pussy.


I went after her snatch a little more aggressively. “Do you want me fuck you from behind while you’re looking at it?”

“Yes,” she said between deep breaths.

“Beg for it,” I said, slipping my fingers deeper inside her.

“Please fuck me,” Nikki said, her face turned sideways to the glass so she could look back at me. Her voice dripped with need, playing up her part to make me happy. “Please stick that hard cock inside of me and pound me with it.”

Listening to her talk like that made me shiver in delight. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth.

“You like that don’t you,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “You like tasting yourself.”

Nikki nodded, her mouth too full to talk. I shoved my fingers further into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat. She coughed but didn’t gag; she never did. I let her lick my fingers clean before pulling them back out. Then I moved my hand down to my cock to help guide it into her pussy.

Nikki gasped as I entered her. “That feels so fucking good,” she said. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours. I want to feel every inch of it inside me.”

And so fuck her I did, giving it to her in long, slow strokes while I alternated between looking down at the her ass, up at her face and out over the Vegas Strip. All three of the views were spectacular, each for different reasons. I explored her body with my hands while I fucked her, from her butt to her hips to her tits to her neck before finally settling on her hair. I grasped it with both hands and gave a yank, pulling her head towards me, arching her back, accentuating her perfect curves even further.

I started picking up speed, moving my hips more and more quickly while she bucked her ass up against my hips, my grunts and her groans growing ever louder while we both worked our bodies against each other. We were in a perfect rhythm based on hundreds of hours of experience together, her ass slamming into me just as I reached the tip of my thrust, my cock going into her pussy balls deep every time, heightening the sensation.

We went on like this for a couple more minutes, me growing ever closer to climax with every pump but trying desperately to hold it off for as long as possible. Fucking Nikki simply felt too good to end it any sooner than absolutely necessary.

Unfortunately the time came when I could no longer hold out. I pulled my cock out of Nikki’s pussy, spun her around and pushed her down until she was squatting on the floor. With my hands on her head, holding her in place against the window, I fucked her mouth, my cock sliding in and out of those red, perfect lips, her eyes looking up at me, wide and full of need.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” I said, giving Nikki enough time to switch things up if she didn’t want me spewing in her mouth. But she make no move to pull away, giving me implicit permission to do whatever I wanted.

So I did, pumping her mouth a few more times before giving her one last warning with a quick, “shit, shit, shit,” under my breath before I exploded, coating her mouth with my cum and sending it shooting down her throat.

Nikki didn’t even flinch, taking my sperm with aplomb, continuing even to work my cock with her mouth after I’d was finished shooting my seed, blowing me until it gave me the shivers.

I backed away, laughing, while Nikki looked up at me with satisfaction painted in her eyes after having got the best of me at the tail end of the session. I helped her to her feet and then picked her up and carried her over to the couch. I set her down sideways, so she was laying lengthwise, then started back towards the kitchen area.

“You want some more wine?” I asked.

“I’d love some,” she replied. “And some water too.”

“My pleasure.”

I grabbed a bottle of wine I’d opened earlier to let breathe—Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap—plus two glasses and two bottles of water. I handed one of the water bottles to Nikki and drained one myself, then poured us each a glass of wine and settled onto the couch, sliding beneath her legs so they were laying on top of me.

“So how was it?” I asked as I undid her heels and let them drop to the floor. Now Nikki had nothing but her stockings on, which I didn’t plan on removing.

“It was great,” she replied.

“Any complaints?”

“None whatsoever,” she said, drinking from her glass.

“I didn’t get to your request,” I said.

“That’s all right,” she said. “It’s not a big deal.”   

“Of course it is,” I said. I drained my glass of wine in one long pull and set the glass on the coffee table beside the couch. “You told me exactly what you wanted and now I mean to give it to you.”

Nikki giggled softly as I ran my hand up her leg and started rubbing her pussy. She finished her wine and set the glass next to mine and opened her legs for me.

What she had called earlier “that thing with you fingers” wasn’t anything special, just your basic average everyday finger-fucking. What set me apart from the pack was three things:

First, my abnormally long fingers. They were a full inch longer than most men with the same sized hands as me. Which is a pretty big advantage when you think about it.

Second was my uncanny stamina. Twenty years of pitching a baseball had given my right arm a rubber-band like elasticity, capable of functioning under duress far longer than most other men.

Third, and most importantly, was my absolute enthusiasm for fucking a girl with my fingers. I don’t get why more guys don’t embrace this aspect of sex. It gets the girl off just as much as fucking her (and often more so) without any danger of premature ejaculation or any other embarrassing flubs on your end. You can quite literally get your girl off as much as you want without having to worry about fucking anything up. And if she’s already satisfied before you stick your cock in her you’ve already won. And more importantly, so has she.

Anyway, I started Nikki off slowly, with two fingers exploring various parts of the outside of her pussy, rubbing and pinching and teasing and occasionally slipping them in just for a moment at a time, reading her body language, sometimes giving her more of what she wanted, sometimes leaving her wanting more.

I gradually worked my fingers inside her pussy, moving them back and forth, rubbing the underside of her clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, just like the noises that were coming from her throat. Curling the tips of my fingers inward, I went to work on her G-spot, putting pressure on the pebbly surface while I worked my fingers inside her, moving them faster and faster and faster still.

I threw one of Nikki’s legs over my shoulder and moved in closer towards her, altering the angle of attack slightly, allowing for a little different pressure point. She seemed to enjoy the change immensely, rising her hips up to accept my fingers and throwing her head back so she was staring at the ceiling while she aggressively bucked against me.

Inarticulate noises of pleasure were coming from her mouth, which were amplified when I reached around her leg and grabbed ahold of her right breast and started tweaking the nipple. I gave it a firm squeeze, which was immediately followed by a piercing yelp and Nikki’s head snapping forward to shoot me a glare that said, “Don’t you dare do that again.”

Smiling wryly, enjoying every second of domination I had over her, I slipped another finger inside Nikki, eliciting another gasp of pleasure followed by her eyes rolling up in her sockets. My fingers still curled inward, I slammed my hand up into her, the tightness forcing me to push harder to reach her G-spot. I grabbed her leg off my shoulder and pushed it back towards her head folding one side of her body in half.

Nikki had been in this position many times before and knew what I wanted without me having to tell her. She brought her other leg up and immediately hooked her arms around the back of her knees to hold her legs in place, allowing me to climb up further towards her and give myself a better angle to get where I needed to be.

From here I could get my weight behind my arm and easily reach her G-spot, even with three fingers inside her.

“Holy fuck that feels so good,” she said as I slammed my fingers into her pussy, working them feverishly back and forth, back and forth, ignoring the burn in my forearm. “Right there right there right fucking there!”

I could feel her body tensing beneath me as she rose towards orgasm, which just fueled me to go after her pussy even faster and more aggressively, giving everything I had to help her get there. And it wasn’t long before she did, gripping her legs more tightly to keep them from flinging back at me, her pussy quivering, trying to force my fingers out but I was having none of it, holding them inside her, the tips pressing forcefully against her G-spot as she came in a rush of breath and a wordless squeal of pure delight.

Her body shuddered and her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath but I didn’t let her, going back to work with my fingers almost immediately.

“Okay, okay, enough already, enough,” she said between gasping breaths, grabbing at my arm, trying to pull it away.

“Not yet,” I said. “I’m not done yet.”

“I can’t take it anymore,” she cried.

“Yes you can,” I replied. “You’re a big girl. You can take it.”

“No, I can’t,” she said, pulling more insistently at my arm. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”

“Soon,” I said, pulling my fingers from her clit and slipping them back into her pussy. “In a little while, I promise. But first I need to finish you off.”

“I’m finished,” she said, looking at me with pleading eyes.

“No you’re not,” I said, slipping yet another inside her pussy, making it four total. “You’re not finished until I say so.”

“Holy fuck,” Nikki groaned, her voice a guttural growl, her mouth turned up in a snarl. She shook her head and closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her face and chest were bright red from exertion and her breaths were ragged and labored and entire body was shaking.

I worked her pussy with my fingers, no longer able to reach her G-spot but filling her up in ways that my cock couldn’t, pressing against the side walls of her vagina, stretching her out, slamming her with as much force as I could muster, my hand practically disappearing inside her.

“Oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygod,” she cried in one breath, practically in tears now, her head thrown back and her hands gripping her ankles, pulling her legs back, muscles taut and rippling, skin shining with sweat. “I’m gonna fucking come again holy shit here I cum again ohmyfuckingod!”

As she came I pulled my fingers out and started rubbing her clit, eliciting yet another harsh gasp from Nikki as I rubbed my fingers in that spot that she loved so much, that she always touched when she wanted to get herself off. It wasn’t long before she was trying to back away from me, get me to relinquish the hold I had on her pussy.

But I was having none of it. Recalling what she said earlier, I was going to keep playing with her pussy even after she begged me to stop, until she couldn’t take it anymore, then keep on doing it. That’s what she asked for, that’s what she was going to get. It was what she wanted after all, at least on some level. And I always gave her what she wanted.

So as Nikki tried to squirm away I slipped two fingers back inside her pussy and grabbed her leg with my free hand to keep her from escaping. Laughing, I tickled her insides why she twisted and tried to get away from me, her eyes glaring evilly at me behind the runny mascara caused by her tears.

Nikki tried to spin out of my hold but I went with it, using her momentum to turn her over onto her stomach without letting my fingers slide out of her pussy. Now I was in a position of complete control, able to hold her down with ease while I finger-fucked her from behind.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk,” she cried, drawing the word out so it was on her tongue for a full five seconds. Her whole body was heaving by now and her voice had taken on a pleading quality. “Make it stop make it stop make it stop please make it stop.”

And so I did, pulling my fingers out of her pussy and sliding off her legs, finally allowing Nikki some respite. She took a couple minutes to catch her breath then ran her fingers through her hair and turned around to face me.

I had a glass of wine waiting for her, having poured it while she was recovering from my onslaught of fingers. I handed her the glass and she downed half of it in one drink.

“Better?” I asked, drinking from my own glass.

“Much,” she said, her eyes twinkling with delight.

“Was that what you were hoping for?”

“And then some,” she said.

“It wasn’t too much, was it?” I asked.

“No. Close, but not quite. It was exactly what I needed.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“Never,” Nikki said, leaning forward to give me a kiss. That’s when she noticed my cock. “Holy crap, it’s still stiff as a board.”

“And has been the whole time,” I said.

“The whole time?”

“Ever since we got back to the room.”

“Holy crap,” she said, grabbing ahold of it. “It never went down at all?”

“Not one bit.”

“Is it the Viagra?”

“I’m sure that’s part of it,” I said.

“How long do you think you can go before it wears off?”

“I have no idea,” I said, finishing my wine. “But I think we should try and find out.”

“You want to go again? Already?”

“Sure. Why not? I’m still as hard as I’ve been all night. Why not put my cock to good use? Unless, of course, you need to take a break.”

“Me? Take a break? When have I ever needed a break?”

“I don’t know,” I said, taunting her with my smile and tone. “You seem a little worn out . . .”

“Worn out? Not a chance,” she said, an evil little smile worming its way onto her face as she climbed atop me. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”








Eric Carlson is nervously pacing around the hotel suite with a half-full beer in his hand when there’s a knock on the door. He pounds the rest of the beer, sets the bottle down on the desk, takes a deep breath, walks over to the door, and opens it.

Standing there is a girl. She’s tall and thin, just a couple of inches shorter than he is. Wearing a short white dress that shows off her ridiculously tight, firm body. Perfect legs. Toned arms. Lightly tanned skin. Small but perky tits. A girlish face with shoulder-length, mussed-up blonde hair, blue eyes, little nose and thin, pouty lips. She’s not wearing much makeup. But she doesn’t need it. She’s cute as shit without it.

“You must be Jasmine,” he says, not sure how these sort of things are supposed to go. He’s never done anything like this before.

“That’s right,” she says with a smile. “You mind if I come in?”

“Please do,” he says, holding the door open and standing aside. He watches her as she walks by, noting in particular her ass working behind her skimpy dress. It looks tight enough to bounce quarters off of.

Jasmine drops her purse on the desk and turns to face him.

Eric’s again struck by how innocent she looks. He can scarcely believe that she’ll be able to stand up to what he has in mind on this night. But she comes very highly recommended. According to his buddy (who’s an expert on this sort of thing) she’s a superstar, capable of taking punishment worthy of a porn starlet.

And supposedly she’s as nasty as can be, up for absolutely anything. Which is good, because he’s had an extremely rough couple of months thanks to his ex-wife raking him over the coals and he’s looking to take out some of his aggression without having to worry about getting arrested. Which is why he went to his friend for a recommendation in the first place.

“What’s on tap for this evening?” Jasmine asks, slipping out of her sandals.

The monetary situation has already been dealt with, leaving them to get right down to the good stuff.

“Whatever you can handle,” Eric replies.

“I can handle anything you can dish out,” she says. Not a dare or a brag, just a straight declaration of facts.

“Is that right?”

“Damn straight,” she says, flashing him a little smile.

“Well, let’s just see,” he says, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face is facing the ceiling.

Jasmine’s smile widens as she moans in pleasure. Her eyes twinkle with excitement. She clearly gets off on being treated like this; it’s not an act.

“You like that?” Eric asks.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies.

He pulls her tight little dress down, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples are hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

He fondles one of her tits and pinches her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then he slaps down on it.

Jasmine yelps and shivers in ecstasy.

“Do it again,” she says.

He does it again, harder this time.

“Harder,” she says.

So he does, harder still. And again. And again.

Her tit is bright red but she still seems to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.

Eric’s cock is pushing painfully against his pants. This is exciting him just as much as it is her.

He pulls up on her hair, snapping her head forward.

She’s taking deep breaths but she’s still smiling, showing him those pearly whites. Her eyes are glowing with excitement.

He starts walking, pulling her along by the hair as he goes. He drags her over to the wall, spins her around, and pushes her back up against it. He’s standing directly in front of her when he releases her hair and grabs ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.

Jasmine’s smile doesn’t fade one bit. If anything it gets larger.

With one hand still around her throat Eric slaps her face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

Little red blossoms flare up on her cheek. But she still smiles.

He slaps her again. Squeezes her throat a little harder. Slaps her again.

Her smile is fading but her eyes are still radiating excitement. Her whole face is turning red now as her blood flow is restricted.

“Do you want me to stop?” he says.

Jasmine shakes her head and mouths the word no.

Eric slaps her again. And again. And again. Squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.

Her lips are slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes start to flutter and her pupils roll back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the right.

He lets go of her throat.

The color runs back into her face and she gasps for breath. Her smile is back in full effect. Only this time it’s filled with excitement.

“That was incredible,” she says.

“You’re one filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says, laughing himself.

“The filthiest,” Jasmine says, reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing against his pants.

Eric grabs her arm and pulls it away. “Not yet,” he says. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. I want to fuck with you some more.”

“If you insist,” she says, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

He slips her dress off by pulling it over her head and drops it to the ground. Then he grabs ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as his free hand wanders down her flat stomach to her pretty little shaved pussy. He rubs her pussy for a couple of seconds to get her warmed up but it’s unnecessary. She’s already soaking wet down there. So he sticks two fingers inside her and starts finger-fucking her.

Eric stands there, facing Jasmine, looking down at her face as he’s exploring her insides with his fingers, his excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the control he has over her.

She’s looking up at him with her wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as he increases the pressure and depth of his fingers inside her.

He slides another finger inside her while simultaneously tightening his grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that is forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her he starts moving his hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, his wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as he finger-fucks her.

Jasmine’s mouth is slightly open and little gasping sounds are escaping from her throat. Her face is slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminishes.

“You like this, don’t you?” Eric says.

She nods as much as she can in her comprised situation.

“Do you want another finger?”

She nods.

Without releasing her throat he slips his pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It’s a tight fit but she loosens up a bit as he moves his fingers inside her.

A short time later Jasmine’s entire body is quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumps to the side just a bit and her eyes flutter. She’s about to pass out.

He doesn’t want that. So he releases her throat but continues finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

Jasmine leans into him to keep from falling, her head on his chest.

He’s the only thing holding her up but still he continues working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths are shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

Finally she catches her breath and pulls back a bit, using the wall for support now.

Eric takes a moment to unzip his pants and pull his cock out with his free hand. It’s sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it’s trying to push through his skin.

“Stroke it,” he says to Jasmine.

Her hand flies down to his cock and starts jerking him off.

He reaches out and grabs ahold of her tit and squeezes it while his other hand continues working her pussy.

They stand there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something more.

He pulls his fingers from her pussy and gives it a little smack.

Jasmine yelps and her body stiffens for a moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go of his cock.

Eric sticks his fingers in her mouth so she can clean them of her juices.

Jasmine licks her fingers one-by-one, until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time, continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his direction.

What a perfect submissive little slut. Time to start putting her to better use.

He pushes down on her shoulders.

She kneels to the ground without any resistance whatsoever.

He shifts his hands to her head and grabs ahold of her hair, uses it to hold her head against the wall.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

She obliges, opening it wide. Her eyes are gleaming as she looks up at him.

He sticks his cock inside her mouth and starts sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. He gradually slips it further inside her until it’s about halfway in. He speeds up his thrusts.

Her lips close around his cock.

Eric pulls his cock out, uses it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asks.

Jasmine shakes her head.

“That’s right,” he says. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

She nods.

He sticks his cock back inside her mouth and starts pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds come from her throat as he pummels her mouth but she keeps it open no matter how much of his cock he gives her.

“Tongue out,” he says.

Jasmine does as she’s told; Eric can see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.

His cock is slippery as hell as he gives her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with his hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds are growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.

He slips his cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” he says.

She shifts her gaze upward as best she can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly puts him over the edge.

Trying not to think about what that says about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.

Jasmine coughs a couple of times then catches her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she’s still smiling, always smiling. She is clearly a freaky little slut.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

“Always,” she replies.

Eric still has a handful of her hair and he yanks it forward, pulling her down to her hands and knees. Then he leads her by the hair over towards the couch, him walking, her crawling. He looks back at her, taking in her thin, lithe body as it moves; her toned arms, razor-sharp shoulder blades, arched back. And that impossibly tight ass sticking up, swaying with every crawling step forward.

Jasmine sees him watching her and cranes her neck to catch his eyes. Anticipation and excitement play across her features. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes are pools of need.

Eric thinks he might be in love.

They arrive at the couch. Eric stops moving, lets go of Jasmine’s hair and turns to face her. But then he just stands there, hovering over her, looking down, just taking her in, his cock right above her face as she looks up at him.

What to do, what to do, he thinks, nearly paralyzed by the endless possibilities the night still has to offer. He’s almost got too much to choose from. Eventually he settles on a course of action.

He bends down, picks Jasmine up, spins her around, and drops her on the couch, her back on the bottom cushion, her legs draped over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the cushion.

Eric drops to his knees so his cock is right in front of her face and then he sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her face while she hangs off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucks her face with everything he has, going balls deep, giving her his entire cock from tip to base. He can see the bulge his cock makes as it reaches the limits of her throat.

One of her hands fly down to her pussy and she starts rubbing her clit.

He grabs ahold of her tits and squeezes them as he continues to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and dripping down her face, choking sounds coming from her mouth.

But Jasmine takes it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least.

Eric pumps her face a couple more times and then holds it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tries in vain to draw breath.

She gags once, then again, and she tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her, holding his cock in her throat. Jasmine’s hands come up to his chest and tries to push him away but Eric just leans further forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.

“Five more seconds,” he says, trying to ease her mind just a bit. And it seems to. She’s still gagging and her legs are rapidly banging against the back of the couch but she’s no longer actively fighting him.

He counts the seconds down.







He pulls his cock from her mouth.

Jasmine lifts her head up and coughs and gasps for breath.

“Too much?” he asks.

“Never,” she replies, catching his gaze. Her smile is gone but her eyes are still sparkling with excitement.

Laughing, he turns around and backs up until his calves are pushing against the couch. Her head is between his legs.

“Open your mouth,” Eric says.

She does.

He squats down, dropping his balls into her open mouth. His cock is lying on her face, just to the side of her nose. The head of his cock is right at the hair line of her forehead. Her eyes are looking up at him while she suckles his ball sack. First one testicle, then the other, then both together.

He presses down on his cock, rubs it all over her face. He slaps her face with it a few times.

Still she goes on sucking his balls.

He reaches back, grabs ahold of her, and pulls her body up and back so her head is no longer lying off the edge of the couch. Now it’s lying on the cushion, facing the ceiling. Giving her some padding. And him some leverage.

He sits down on her chest so he can see her face.

“Do you like the taste of ass?” he says.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies, ever the submissive little slut.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eric says.

He scoots forward and squats over her face so his asshole is directly over her mouth. Then he squats down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots up his spine as she moves her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.

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