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KINKY EROTICA 56

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Brock Landers

Rickie Sheen

Scotty Diggler

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, lesbians, threesomes and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ANAL DESTRUCTION BY JT HOLLAND

DOMINATED BY MY PERVERTED GIRLFRIEND BY BROCK LANDERS

THE PORNSTAR ESCORT BY RICKIE SHEEN

MY NAUGHTY BABES: ADRIANA & MOLLY BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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ANAL DESTRUCTION

THE ESCORT CHRONICLES: VOLUME TWO

JT HOLLAND


Eric was pacing around the hotel room, anxiously awaiting Jasmine’s arrival, feeling a high-school kid getting ready for his first date. Only he was a 35-year old man, not a teenager, and he wasn’t picking up his girlfriend for dinner and a movie, he was waiting for an escort to arrive at his hotel room so they could partake in an hour-long session of perverted, deviant sex.

To say that he wasn’t planning on this turn of events would be an insult to understatements. When he first called Jasmine a few months back, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to take out the frustrations caused by his greedy ex-wife and her blood-sucking lawyers on another girl without having to worry about the consequences. And for the first session, that’s all Jasmine was. A stand-in for his wife, someone he could degrade and punish in effigy. And punish her he did, doing things to her he’d never done to anyone before.

But he had so much fun that first session that he just had to call her for another one. And another after that. And then another. Until it had become a regular thing.

And as the sessions continued, they began to take on a different tone. Eric started seeing Jasmine as a person instead of just a stand-in for his ex. Not someone he wanted a relationship with (at least, not a traditional one) but someone that he enjoyed seeing.

They still had nasty, dirty, rough, aggressive, deviant sex, but it was no longer rooted in hate. It was rooted in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. For both of them. (All right, so maybe she was just faking her enjoyment—after all, she was getting paid—but Eric didn’t think so. He was convinced that she truly did enjoy fucking. Not just him, of course, but anyone. Jasmine just flat out loved to fuck.)

Eric came to think of his time with Jasmine as an opportunity to experiment with all the sexual fantasies he’d held inside over the years. Something about the non-emotionality involved with paying an escort allowed him to get past the weird discomfort that had always dogged him when it came to getting freaky in the bedroom, and this, combined with Jasmine’s willingness to do literally anything, had freed him up to explore every single dirty, nasty, perverted thought that had ever entered his head. (And even a couple that, until Jasmine brought them up, hadn’t.)

So, in a way, he had reverted back to his high-school days, when everything seemed new and different and special. That he’d feel that way with someone he paid money to fuck was ironic, to say the least, but he figured it was better than nothing.

A whole lot better.

 

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There’s a knock on the door. Eric forces himself to take a deep breath, then heads over and opens it.

Jasmine is standing there, looking as sexy as ever, with her thin, athletic, lithe body and cute, girlish face. She’s wearing a tiny bright orange dress that barely covers her ass, making her already long legs seem like they go on forever. She’s smiling, as always. And it’s genuine, as always.

She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks past him, dropping her purse down on the end table, near the couch. When she turns back he’s already right on top of her.

He wraps his arm around her, hands on her ass, and starts kissing her. They make out for a few seconds before she pulls back, eyeing him curiously.

“My, we’re rearing to go tonight, aren’t we?” she says playfully, pushing her body up against his rock-hard cock.

“What can I say? I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment you walked out the door last time.”

“I have too,” Jasmine says.

He laughs. “You liar.”

She gives him a look like she’s trying to get out of getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“You know what happens to liars,” Eric says, flashing her an evil grin.

“Of course I know,” she replies. “They get punished.”

“No,” he says. “They get severely punished.”

“Ooooh, even better,” she says. “What kind of punishment is in store for tonight?”

“You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”

“I can’t wait.”

Eric pulls the top of Jasmine’s dress down, revealing her perfect, perky little tits. He attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and sucks on it until it’s nice and hard.

“This doesn’t seem like a punishment to me,” she says. “It seems more like a reward.”

“I’m starting off slow,” he says, pulling his mouth off her nipple with a pop. It’s grown to the size of a pencil eraser. “I’m lulling you into a sense of relaxation by pleasuring you. The punishment will come later.”

He switches over to her other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

Jasmine moans in enjoyment and runs her hand down his stomach and starts rubbing his cock through his pants.

Eric returns the favor, running his hand down her body and hiking her dress up over her hips, revealing her black g-string panties. He rubs her pussy while still working her tits with his mouth. It isn’t long before she’s soaking through the cotton.

She grabs his head and lifts it towards her own then sticks her tongue down his throat and starts exploring his mouth.

He continues working her pussy while they make out, sliding her g-string to the side to give him direct access. He slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging her.

Jasmine moans more loudly and kisses him more aggressively, her hands now moving down to his belt, which she quickly undoes. His pants fall to the ground. She follows, dropping to her knees.

She goes to work on his cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, caressing his balls, then sucking on them for a bit, her eyes locked on his, looking up at him the entire time.

“You have such a beautiful cock,” Jasmine says in one of the rare times when her mouth isn’t full. “I love touching it and licking it and sucking it.”

And then she dives in with a proper blowjob, her red lips wrapped around his cock, moving up and down on his shaft in time with her hand, which is still jerking him off. Her blonde hair is thrown back, allowing him a perfect view of her pretty little face sucking his cock.

“You like how I suck it?” she says, not waiting for an answer before diving right back in, going hands-free this time. She takes him most of the way down her throat, holds it for a couple of seconds, then pulls back off and goes back to jerking him off, her eyes still locked on his.

He nods in response to her earlier question.

Smiling, she says, “That’s nothing, baby. I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never had done before,” then goes back to work, sliding her body further beneath him and taking his ballsack in her mouth.

“Godammit that feels fucking good,” Eric says as Jasmine sucks on his balls, bouncing them off each other in her mouth while her hand still works his cock.

After tea-bagging him for a bit she runs her tongue along the bottom of his sack, then scoots her body even further beneath him and starts licking his taint.

“Holy fucking shit,” he says without thinking. His legs feel like they’re going to buckle. His head feels like it’s going to explode.

She takes his words as a sign she’s doing something right and it gives her the confidence to take things to the next level. She scoots even further beneath him then turns around and runs her tongue over his asshole.

A bolt of lightning shoots up Eric’s spine. He lets out a piteous groan of pure pleasure and tries not to think too hard about what’s going on. Just sit back and enjoy it, he tells himself.

Jasmine licks his asshole for what seems like an eternity but is really only a few of seconds of objective time. Then she slides out the back of his legs.

A stab of disappointment hits him but before he has a chance to dwell on it, she gives him a good hearty slap on the ass.

“Down on the floor,” she says. “Hand and knees.”

He does as he’s told without hesitation.

“That’s a good boy,” she says.

Jasmine drops down to her hands and knees herself, then crawls in closer to him, grabs ahold of his asscheeks—one in each hand—spreads them apart and sticks her face between them, her tongue going to work on his asshole.

He turns his head to the side and uses the mirrored wall of the closet to watch the proceedings from a third-person view. This excites him even further.

“Goddamn you’re a filthy little slut,” Eric says while she tosses his salad, running her tongue up his asshole over and over again while her hands play with his cock and balls continuously.

She lifts her head up, sees him watching in the mirror, and gives him a wink. “I told you before,” she says with a smile. “I’m the filthiest.” Then she dives back in.

Eric laughs softly and shakes his head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to regulate his excitement. He’s pathetically unsuccessful.

Afraid he’s going to cum way too quickly, he crawls forward a couple of steps to escape her grasp and turns around to face her.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, her face a mask of fake innocence. She’s up on her knees, her back straight. “You didn’t like that?”

“I loved it,” he says, walking on his knees towards her. “A bit too much, actually.”

“Aaahhh, I get it,” she says, her face blooming into a smile. “You poor boys. You only get to cum once and then you need a break.”

“Exactly,” he says. “Unlike you girls who get to cum as many times as you want.”

“It doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Jasmine says.

“No it doesn’t,” Eric says as he again attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and starts to hungrily suck on it. They’re just so perfect and inviting he can’t keep his mouth off them.

She lets out a sexy little moan and runs her hand down her body and slides her panties down her legs and starts rubbing her clit. Her moans grow louder.

He gives Jasmine’s protruding nipple a little bite, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her, then moves to the other one to give it the same treatment. After he sucks on it for a bit then gives it a little bite too, Eric pulls back and grabs ahold of his cock and jerks off while watching her play with her clit.

Jasmine notices Eric watching her and slips two fingers inside her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you?” she says, her eyes locked onto his, her hand working feverishly, moving in and out of her pussy. “You like watching me fuck myself?”

“I fucking love it,” he says.

“You want to see another one in there?” she asks.

He nods.

Smiling, her eyes not leaving his, Jasmine slips another finger inside her pussy, biting down on her bottom lip as it goes in. It takes a few seconds to loosen up but pretty soon she’s moving all three fingers in and out of her pussy as quickly as she was moving two just moments before.

Eric reaches out with his free hand and smacks down on her left tit. The sound fills the room.

She yelps and goes to work even more feverishly on herself, obviously turned on by the slapping.

He smacks her other tit and gets the same result.

“Do it again,” Jasmine says breathlessly. “Please do it again.”

He obliges, smacking one tit, waiting a couple of seconds, then smacking the other.

Moaning with pleasure, her free hand flies down and goes to work on her clit while the other continues banging herself.

He slaps her tits again. One, then the other.

And again.

And again.

With every slap Jasmine attacks herself even more intensely, both arms moving faster and faster, her fingers digging in more and more aggressively, until finally she reaches that point which she’s been seeking. She freezes up for a moment, then utters a high-pitched wordless scream as her body shakes and shimmies as the orgasm overtakes her.

Smiling, Jasmine slides her soaking wet fingers out of her pussy and sticks them in her mouth and licks them clean of her juices.

“There’s number one,” she says. “Ready to try for another?”

“That’s so not fair,” he says.

She laughs and offers a little shrug. “What can I say? Life’s not fair.”

“You do realize I’m going to have to punish you to make up for the inequity of this world.”

“If you insist,” she says with a smile.

Eric smacks her tit one last time for good measure then climbs to his feet and steps towards her.

“Look at me,” he says.

She does.

Standing over her, he stares down at her pretty little smiling face and wonders how such a beauty could be such a filthy little slut. No matter how it happened, he considered himself a lucky man for having hooked up with her.

“Hands behind your back,” Eric says.

Jasmine obliges.

He grabs ahold of his cock and smacks her cheek with it a few times. Then he switches sides and smacks her other cheek with it.

Her smile grows wider.

“You like getting smacked around, don’t you?” Eric says.

Jasmine bites down on her bottom lip and nods.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

She does as she’s told without hesitation.

He grabs the back of her head and pulls it towards him, guiding his hard cock into her mouth.

She wraps her lips around it.

“Keep your mouth open,” Eric says.

She instantly opens it back up.

He shuffles forward a little, giving him more leverage, then proceeds to fuck Jasmine’s face, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth while his hands grip the back of her head.

Gurgling sounds come from Jasmine’s throat as Eric slams his cock into her mouth. Her face is tilted upwards, allowing her to maintain eye contact the entire time. Her eyes are wide and full of enjoyment; she truly does get off on this kind of thing.

Eric pummels Jasmine’s mouth, his balls slapping up against her cheek with every pump, her eyes never leaving his. A few more thrusts and then he slams it deep into her throat and holds it there, choking her, causing tears to leak out of her eyes.

She gags and coughs but makes no attempt to pull away, apparently content to deepthroat him for as long as he can take it. He releases her head, allowing her the ability to pull off whenever she needs to.

But instead of pulling off his cock Jasmine pushes her head forward, taking him even further down her throat. Her nose is pressing up against his belly and her tongue is flicking out from beneath his cock to tickle his balls as she deepthroats him.

“Holy fuck,” Eric says in a breathless burst. He’s never gotten head like this before. Not even from Jasmine. She’s on top of her game tonight.

Finally, after what seems like forever she pulls back, releasing his cock from her throat and allowing herself a chance to breathe. She takes a few deep, gasping breaths and then looks up at him.

“You are fucking amazing,” he says.

“I know,” she replies with a smirk. “You want me to do it again?”

“So I can blow my load already?” he says. “Hell no. I need to take a little break. Besides, it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“If you insist,” she says, her smile growing wider.

Eric reaches down and picks Jasmine up, lifting her with ease, and throws her up over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. A very sexy sack of potatoes.

She laughs and slaps his ass while he carries her over to the other side of the room.

Eric tosses Jasmine down onto the couch, lengthwise. She lands on her back, still laughing softly. He grabs her by the waist and flips her over so she’s on her stomach, then lifts her ass into the air. Her dress is still hiked up around her waist but he leaves it there. Something about fucking a girl while she’s still clothed turns him on.

Jasmine slides her knees under herself, hikes up onto her hands and arches her back, lifting her ass further into the air. Turning her head back towards him, she says, “Is this how you want me? On my hands and knees so you can fuck me from behind?”

“That’s exactly how I want you,” Eric says, looking down at her perfect, tight little ass sticking up right below him, her asshole gaping slightly and beckoning him. “Don’t you fucking move.”

 He bends down so his face is at the same level as her ass and mere inches away. He grabs her panties and pulls them down and slips them off her legs. He stares at her pussy and asshole for a moment, taking them in, reveling in their beauty, then goes to work.

He starts with her pussy, gently licking from the bottom up like a puppy drinking from its water bowl. Long, slow strokes, no penetration at all, just getting her warmed up for the main course. His hands are tenderly rubbing her ass cheeks.

Jasmine seems to enjoy it, shimmying beneath him and breathing more heavily with every pass he makes.

Once he’s gotten her good and riled up Eric starts going at it a little more aggressively, sticking his tongue deeper inside her as he runs it up her pussy and groping her cheeks with a little more force.

Faster and faster he moves, his tongue going deeper and deeper, her moans getting louder and more visceral, until pretty soon her ass is bouncing against his face, his rigid tongue slamming into her pussy, her salty sweetness covering his face, her ass smothering him, her juices dripping into his mouth, running down the back of his tongue and into his throat.

Jasmine reaches back and grabs the back of his head and pulls him further into her pussy, repaying his treatment of her earlier.

Eric shakes his head quickly from side to side and digs in, sticking his tongue as far into her as it will go and moving it rapidly up and down and side to side. The ridge of his nose is pressed up against her asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. “Right there, right fucking there!”

He’s having trouble breathing but Eric doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give in. He just keeps his face buried in Jasmine’s pussy, his tongue working feverishly while she presses on the back of his head, keeping him deep inside her, suffocating him, making it almost impossible to breathe.

“Don’t stop I’m gonna fucking cum don’t stop don’t you dare fucking stop!” she screams in a breathless rush. “Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!”

Her entire body shudders and a rush of her juices drench him even further as her orgasm overwhelms her.

Eric feels the pressure on the back of his head relax and he pulls his face back and takes a couple of deep breaths. Then, before she has a chance to fully recover, he spreads her ass cheeks wide, takes a deep breath, and buries his face in her ass.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Jasmine says, sounding like she’s going to explode.

Eric licks her asshole a few times, pulls back a little bit, spits on it, and goes back to work, licking her tender flesh between her pussy and asshole for a moment before sliding his tongue back up to lick her asshole proper.

He works her asshole with the tip of his tongue for  a little while, loosening it up, until it’s big enough for him to slip his rigid tongue inside it.

Jasmine yelps and her body buckles and her ass shakes.

Eric stays the course, pushing his tongue further inside her asshole, causing her moans to grow even louder.

With his tongue in her asshole he can see over the top of her ass and down the length of her body as she strains against the pleasure, her back arched, her skin dappled with sweat, her head tilted up, throwing her hair down over her back, tempting him, begging to be pulled.

Unable to resist, he grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, arching her back even further and forcing her to press her ass more forcefully against his face, allowing his tongue even deeper access to her asshole.

With her head pulled back and her neck stretched tight, Jasmine’s groans turn guttural and wordless; expressions of pure bliss unaccompanied by any kind of rational thought process.

But Eric’s still not done.

With his free hand he slides two fingers inside her pussy, giving her yet another point of pleasure. With his tongue in her ass, his hand yanking her hair and his fingers in her pussy it isn’t long before she cums again.

Jasmine shudders against him, her body shaking and shimmying and another wordless scream coming from her throat.

Once that passes Eric lets go of her hair, giving her a little bit of respite. But he keeps his tongue in her ass and his fingers inside her pussy.

“Please fuck me,” Jasmine begs, turning her upper body to face him. The words come in short bursts, between shuddering breaths. “I need your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”

Eric’s thoroughly enjoying making her squirm and doesn’t want to let up quite yet, so he sticks another finger inside her and bangs her pussy for a little longer before finally giving in to her request.

He pulls his fingers out of her pussy and slides his tongue out of her ass. He rises up and puts one knee up on the couch and leaves the other foot on the floor so he’s half-standing, then positions himself directly behind her ass and slips his cock into her pussy.

Eric tries to start off slow but Jasmine’s so wet and slippery from all the licking and sucking that it’s nearly impossible. His cock glides in and out of her pussy with barely a hint of resistance as he fucks her, his hips slamming into her ass, making it bounce and jiggle with every thrust.

He grabs her shoulders and uses them to pull her back into him at the bottom of every pump, increasing the force in which their bodies are slamming against one another.

“There you go,” Jasmine says. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

One of Eric’s hands slides up her neck and grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, pulling Jasmine’s head back as he fucks her.

Her back is arched and her shoulder blades are showing through her skin.

He slaps her ass with his free hand.

“That’s right, baby,” Jasmine says. “Spank me.”

Eric slaps her ass again.

“Punish me,” she says, her head turning back to look at him. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished.”

He releases her hair and slaps her ass again. With both hands this time. One for each cheek.

Jasmine yelps and shakes her head from side to side, causing her hair to fly around and her body to shake beneath him.

But Eric doesn’t stop fucking her. He doesn’t even slow down. He slaps her ass again. And again. And again until both cheeks are bright red.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jasmine screams.

He stops spanking her ass and slows down for a moment to catch his breath.

But she keeps on working, moving her ass back against his cock, doing all the work while he remains still.

Eric turns his head and uses the mirror to watch their bodies come together from a different angle.

Jasmine looks in the mirror and sees him watching.

“You like it when I back my tight little ass up against you?” she says, her voice higher-pitched than usual. “You like it when I do all the work?”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?” she says. “You want me to do it harder?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Jasmine says, slamming back into him more forcefully, her voice taunting him, teasing him, torturing him. “Like this?”

He nods and watches in the mirror as she backs into him even more aggressively.

And then Eric can’t take it anymore. He grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them and proceeds to once again take control, slamming into her hard enough to move her body forward with every thrust.

With her ass cheeks spread wide, Jasmine’s asshole is beckoning. Loosened up from the action earlier in the evening it’s spread wider than usual, not quite gaping but not completely closed either. It’s just begging to be played with.

Eric gathers up some saliva and spits on Jasmine’s asshole, then starts working it with his thumb, rubbing the outside for a little while then sliding it in and moving it around inside, loosening it up, getting it ready.

After Jasmine’s asshole is nice and loose he slides his thumb in as far as it will go, still slamming his cock into her all the while.

Her groans grow louder, more intense, as does her bucking, just like they do every time he starts playing with her ass. Even though she’s never actually come out and said it, he’s pretty sure she likes anal sex more than vaginal.

“You like my thumb in your ass, don’t you?” Eric says.

“I fucking love it,” Jasmine replies, turning her head back to look at him.

“But what you really want is my cock in there,” he says. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fuck your ass with my big cock.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes please,” Jasmine says.

“I don’t know,” he says with fake ambivalence as he slams up against her even more aggressively. Hearing her beg always turns him on. “I don’t think I believe you.”

“Please, please, please give it to me,” she says, her voice an exaggerated high-pitched whine. “I want your cock in my ass. Please give it to me. I want it.”

“You want it?” he says, playing out the string as long as he can. “Or you need it?”

“I need it,” Jasmine says, full-on begging now. “I need your cock in my ass.”

“Well, if you insist,” Eric says with mock reluctance.

And with that, he slips his thumb out of her asshole, then pulls his cock out of her pussy and slides it into her asshole. Even though it’s a tight fit it slips in easily, with all the ass play they’ve had tonight it’s more than lubed up enough without any outside help.

But still, Eric doesn’t move against her at first. He lets Jasmine do all the work in the beginning, allowing her the chance to get her asshole loosened up before he starts fucking her ass proper.

She starts slowly, moving her ass back against him in short, deliberate strokes. As her asshole opens up the strokes become longer and it isn’t long before she’s taking his entire cock in her ass, from tip to base, in smooth, slow strokes.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his eyes locked on her ass as it swallows his cock whole. “Work that ass. Fuck my cock with that tight little ass of yours.”

She starts bucking more aggressively against him, her ass bouncing off his body, his balls slapping against her pussy as his cock goes balls deep into her ass.

“Like that?” Jasmine says, turning back to look at him.

“Just like that,” he replies.

After a few more thrusts he’s had enough of her doing the work. It’s time to take control. Eric brings his other leg up onto the couch to give him more leverage and grabs ahold of Jasmine’s hips and starts slamming his cock into her, pummeling her ass like a wildman.

“Just like that, just like that,” Jasmine says, the words coming out in a breathless rush. “Stretch that tight fucking ass out. Yes, yes, yes!”

His hands slide up her back to her shoulders and press down on them.

 Jasmine gets the hint, relaxing her arms and dropping her head down to the couch. She turns her head so half of her face is lying flat on the cushion while the other is turned to the side, watching him fuck her ass in the reflection of the mirror.

Eric’s legs are starting to tighten up so he scoots his feet further forwards, changing the angle and giving him even more leverage. Squatting over Jasmine now, he hammers away at her ass, pounding her with everything he has.

Jasmine runs her arms backwards and grabs ahold of her asscheeks and spreads them wide, stretching her ass, opening her asshole up even further.

“Ohmygod,” she screams as Eric fucks her. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum! FUCKFUCKFUCK!”

Jasmine’s body shakes and shimmies beneath him, her head moving back and forth, her hair flying everywhere. She lets out a wordless groan and then her body bucks a couple of times and then falls still, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

Taking mercy on her, Eric slides his cock out of her ass, climbs off her and sits down on the couch, giving Jasmine a moment to catch her breath.

“Holy shit,” she says, rolling over until she’s sitting normally on the couch next to him. Her breathing is still deep and ragged but almost under control. “That was fucking incredible.”

“What’s that? Orgasm number four for you?” he says, looking over at her with a little smirk.

“Five, actually,” she says.

He shakes his head. “That is so unfair.”

“Like I said before, that’s life.”

“Tell me about it,” Eric says, his voice filled with outrage that was only partially fake. “Five orgasms for you already and not a single one for me. And to top everything off, I’m the one paying.”

Jasmine’s smile grows wider. “Yeah, that sucks for you.”

“Hell, you should be paying me.”

She laughs and shakes her head dismissively.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Jasmine says, sliding towards him. “You’re right, that’s all. You should be getting paid for your talents.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Not by me, of course,” she says.

“What? Why not?”

Jasmine grabs ahold of Eric’s still rock-hard cock and starts jerking him off. “Because,” she says, “Why you should I pay you to fuck me when you pay me to fuck me?”

“Because you get five orgasms to my one,” Eric says.

“Yes, but that’s only because I’m so good at my job,” Jasmine says, leaning over and licking the tip of his cock. “If I wanted to, I could make you cum within minutes, and then what would we do for the rest of the hour? Talk?”

“You couldn’t make me cum within minutes,” he says.

Jasmine looks at him like she can’t believe he just said that. “Please,” she says. “I can make you cum whenever I want to. It’s only because I want you to feel like you get your money’s worth that I wait until the end of the hour.”

“Bullshit,” Eric says.

“Fine,” she says. “Want to bet on it?”

“Sure. How much?”

“If you win, I’ll give you a freebie next time.”

“And if you win?” Eric asks.

“You pay me double for tonight.”

“How long do I have to hold out?” he asks.

“Five minutes,” she replies.

“Two,” he counters.

“Three,” Jasmine says. “Three minutes without blowing your load and you win the bet.”

“Done,” Eric says, grabbing for his phone on the end table near the couch.

“But you can’t pull away,” Jasmine adds. “You have to let me do whatever I want to you. Any funny business and you forfeit.”

“Fair enough,” he says, cycling through the menu on his phone until he comes to the stopwatch app.

“Shall we shake on it?” Jasmine says.

“Sure.”

They shake hands.

“When do we start?” Eric says, his finger over the button that starts the stopwatch.

“Now ,” Jasmine replies, dropping down to the floor, and spreading his legs wide before he has a chance to start the clock.

He presses the button and drops the phone on the couch by his side just as she swallows his cock whole, deepthroating him with ease.

Jasmine holds his cock in her throat for full ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before letting it slowly slip out, inch by inch. Once it’s free she starts attacking it immediately, moving her mouth rapidly up and down on it while her hand works his shaft right below her lips and her other hand works his balls, squeezing and caressing them. His cock is slippery as hell from all the saliva she’s generating, allowing her hand to work his shaft feverishly while still maintaining an insane level of pressure.

Watching Jasmine work is just making it that much harder to maintain control so Eric pulls his eyes away and looks around the room, trying to distract himself. But nothing’s working. What she’s doing simply feels too good.

Eric glances down at his phone and sees that only 20 seconds have passed. He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. He has absolutely no chance of lasting 3 minutes without blowing his load. He’ll be lucky if he makes it to the 1 minute mark.

Fuck it, he thinks to himself. No reason to fight it. Might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.

He turns his attention back to Jasmine just as she pulls her lips off his cock and takes his balls in her mouth, sucking and slurping them intensely while still working his cock with her free hand.

She takes both balls in her mouth at the same time and pulls down on his sack, pushing the envelope between pleasure and pain but bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

Eric tries to not make any noise, hoping to fool her into thinking he’s still far away from cumming but he can’t help himself. A brief gasp escapes his throat and she looks up at the sound.

Catching his eye, Jasmine gives him a knowing little wink, then goes back to work, pushing on the back of his legs, lifting them up, rolling him back in the couch, giving her a better angle to work with.

And—he quickly learns—giving her easier access to his asshole.

With his underside more exposed, Jasmine goes to work on his taint, licking and rubbing it with one hand while she works his cock more slowly with her other one.

She quickly makes her way down to his asshole proper, exploring the outside of it for a few seconds before licking it, then sucking it, then sticking her rigid tongue inside it and bouncing her face against his ass, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper and deeper inside his asshole while continuing to jerk him off.

Eric’s been desperately holding on for the last 15 seconds and riding the edge of orgasm for the last 5 but he simply can’t hold out any longer.

“Fuckingshitgodammitmotherfucker,” he says in a breathless rush as his body tenses up like it never has before.

Smiling like a demon, Jasmine lays off his asshole but continues jerking him off as Eric’s body bucks beneath him. She pulls back slightly on his cock as he cums, pointing it at her face as the white ribbons of sperm shoot out of his cock with a force unlike ever before, spraying her face and hair and over her head and flying into her open mouth.

Eric bucks again, and again, and again, each time sending an ever-decreasing spray of cum onto Jasmine’s smiling face.

“Holy shit that’s a big load,” she says, laughing under her breath.

“Tell me about it,” Eric says.

Once he’s finally done she licks his cock clean before finally releasing it.

“Did you even make it halfway?” she asks.

He looks at his phone. It has just passed the 2 minute mark. He presses the button, stopping the clock.

“It was probably close,” he says. “But I doubt it.”

“I tried to tell you.”

“You sure did,” Eric says. “I should have listened.”

He walks over to the other side of the room, grabs his wallet out of the desk, and pulls 5 one-hundred dollar bills from it.

“Here you go,” he says, handing her the money. “Another five hundred in cash on top of the five that went on my card.”

Jasmine drops the money in her purse and heads towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” she says.

“I wish I could say the same,” he says under his breath as she closes the bathroom door behind her.

But he doesn’t mean it. The way he figures it, even at a grand an hour Jasmine is well worth the money. Hell, he’d pay more for her if he had to.

Hopefully I never have to, he thinks to himself.

He flops down on the couch and takes a deep, exhausted breath, already looking forward to their next session.

 

#####

 

DOMINATED BY MY PERVERTED GIRLFRIEND

BROCK LANDERS

 

My girlfriend Taylor and I are in our hotel room on the second night of our 3-night vacation in Phoenix, having just finished off a killer dinner followed by enough drinks to get me ready for what’s to come tonight.

Last night I agreed to let her fuck me in the ass with a dildo after some spirited anal play and tonight it’s time for me to pay the piper.

“Are you sure about this?” Taylor asks, although we both know she’s just asking as a formality. There’s no turning back for me at this point. I gave her my word and we’re both sticklers about following up on what we say we’re going to do.

“No,” I reply, forcing a smile onto my face. “But let’s do it anyway.”

“That’s the spirit,” she says, planting a kiss on my lips. “Now you just sit back and try to relax as I get myself ready.”

So there I am, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Taylor as she straps the dildo onto her hips. It’s a strange combination, seeing all the parts of a woman and then the one part of a man attached, but I’m not going to lie; it turns me on like there’s no tomorrow.

It’s not so much the fake cock itself that turns me on, it’s the look of pure joy on Taylor’s face. She’s obviously stoked to be in a position of control, to be the one doing the fucking instead of the one getting fucked. And I don’t blame her. It’s one hell of a powerful feeling.

Which is exactly why I agreed to let her live out her fantasy on me. Not only because I know how much she’s going to enjoy it, but because it’ll be good for me to know what it’s like to be on the opposite side of the coin. The way I figure things, if she’s willing to let me fuck her in the ass, then I should be willing to let her do the same to me. And it’s not like she hasn’t messed with my asshole multiple times before, licking and tonguing it, even sticking a couple fingers in there from time to time.

Nothing strengthens a bond between two people like walking a mile in their shoes, and it’s always good to know exactly what the other is going through. Getting fucked by Taylor will give me a better appreciation of what she goes through during a typical session, as well as letting her experience what it is I get to see and feel. My only worry is that she’ll enjoy the experience more than I will, which will lead to her wanting to do it again. But that’s for another day. Right now there’s business at hand. And I’m about to be on the receiving end of it.

“I hope you don’t expect me to take it easy on you,” Taylor says as she puts the finishing touches on strapping the dildo to her waist.

“I don’t,” I say.

“Good, because you sure as hell don’t feel the need to take it easy on me very often.”

“That’s true,” I say, trying not to smile. “Of course, you like it rough. You ask for it all the time.”

“Don’t worry, honey,” she says, patting me on the head like I was a dog. “You will too.”

“I don’t know about that,” I say, laughing humorlessly under my breath.

“Oh, I do,” she says. “By the end of this session, you’ll beg for me to fuck you harder, even if you don’t really mean it. I promise you that. Now get on your knees.”

I do as I’m told. I’m looking up at Taylor as she starts to stroke her cock. From this angle pretty much all I can see is her pussy, the dildo, her tits, and behind them, her cute face, which is fixed in a huge smile.

“Here’s how it’s going to go today,” Taylor says, looking down at me from a position of power. “First you’re going suck my dick until it’s all wet and sloppy. Then I’m going to face-fuck you for a while, to let you experience what it’s like. Then, after I smack you around with my dick a few times, I’m going force you to deepthroat me. And once you’ve done that to my satisfaction, then things are going to start get interesting. Do you like how that sounds?”

I reluctantly nod my head.

Taylor grabs me by the hair and wrenches my neck back. “That’s not good enough,” she says. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” I say.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“That’s better,” Taylor says.

Still holding a handful of my hair, she pulls my head towards her cock. “Now open up your mouth.”

I do as I’m told.

“That’s a good boy,” Taylor says. Then she shoves her cock in my mouth.

I’m expecting her to take it easy on me because it’s my first time every doing anything like this, but no, she jams the dildo deep into my mouth, not stopping until I’m coughing and gagging all over the place.

I pull my head back, yanking Taylor’s cock out of my mouth. Still coughing, with saliva pouring out of my mouth, I try and recover.

Taylor is grinning madly. “It’s not so easy, is it?” she says.

“Not when you do it like that,” I say. “Even I don’t just shove it all the way in right from the beginning. I at least give you a chance to get warmed up.”

“I know, I know,” Taylor says, still smiling. “And I will. I just wanted to fuck with you a little bit first. Now come over and suck my cock like I suck yours.”

Biting down on my pride, I scoot forward and wrap my lips around the head of the dildo. At first I just suck on the tip, getting myself used to the idea of this depraved situation I find myself in, not wanting to take things too quickly.

But as the dildo gets more and more slick from my saliva, I start taking it further and further down, until I’m bobbing my head forward and back at a regular pace, taking Taylor’s cock halfway down every time, only gagging on it a little bit.

“That’s a good boy,” Taylor says in a patronizing tone, obviously enjoying herself immensely. “Suck that fucking cock like you mean it. Like you’ve got something to prove.”

And I do have something to prove. That’s the whole point of this exercise, to show that I can take the same thing that Taylor does. And to allow her the enjoyment of taking control over me, of course. And she seems to be liking that more than I’d even thought she would. Which could end up being an issue later, especially if she wants to do it again.

But right now I have to concentrate on sucking Taylor’s cock. It isn’t easy, especially with her getting more and more into it now, pumping her hips forward as my head goes towards her, forcing the cock deeper into my throat with every pass. Saliva is pouring down my chin like a waterfall and wet, gurgling sounds escape from my mouth.

“There you go, there you go!” Taylor says, grabbing ahold of my hair and using it to control my head while she slams the dildo in and out of my mouth. “Choke on that fucking cock. Choke on it! Just like you make me choke on your cock, you choke on mine.”

She holds me in place until I gag a couple of times then releases my hair. My head snaps back and I gasp for breath. It’s rough and degrading but I can’t say that I don’t enjoy it. God help me, I’m having fun. And we’re just getting started.

Taylor gives me a few seconds to catch my breath then shoves her cock back into my mouth.

“You like that don’t you?” Taylor says as she pumps my mouth with her cock. “You like having my fat cock in your fucking mouth.”

My mouth is too full to answer so I just nod my head.

Taylor pulls her cock out of my mouth and smacks me in the face with it. “Answer me when I ask you a fucking question,” she says.

“I love sucking your cock,” I say. It’s still a little strange being on the other side of the coin but I’m starting to get used to it. Most of the embarrassment is gone. I have a feeling it won’t be long until it’s not bothering me at all.

“I don’t believe you,” Taylor says. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

“I love your fat cock down my throat,” I say. “Please give it to me again.”

“That’s more like it.” Taylor forces my mouth open again and slips her cock back into my mouth. With her hands on the back of my head again, she pumps my face a few times, then tries to force me to deepthroat her.

She doesn’t get very far. I barely take half of the dildo into my mouth before I start to cough and gag and try to pull away. But Taylor doesn’t let me go anywhere. With her hands on the back of my head keeping me in place, she holds her cock in my throat for another five seconds before pulling it back out.

Coughing, I gasp for air. Spit is pouring out of my mouth and onto the floor.

“Not too bad,” Taylor says. “Not too bad at all considering it’s your first time deepthroating a cock.” She tilts her head and flashes me a little grin. “It is your first time, right?”

I nod. She laughs.

“You’re a good little bitch, aren’t you?” Taylor says. She is still grasping a handful of my hair and yanks on it so I’m forced to stare up at her. The dildo is just a few inches above my face, hanging right over it.

I nod.

Taylor gives me a dirty look.

I take the hint. “I’m a good little bitch,” I say.

“That’s better,” Taylor says. She slaps my face with her cock a couple more times before continuing. “Do you know where I’m going to put this?” she says. “Do you know what I’m going to fucking put it?”

“Yes,” I say.

“Where?” she asks.

 “You’re going to put it in my ass,” I say.

“That’s exactly right,” she says. “I’m going to bend you over and stick this fucking cock in that tight little asshole of yours. That’s what you want, right?”

I’m not so sure it’s what I want but it’s definitely what Taylor wants, so I say, “Yes. That’s what I want.”

“Say it,” Taylor tells me. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

“I want you to stick your fucking cock in my ass,” I say with just a hair of reluctance. Some things are just flat-out difficult to get out of your mouth, no matter what the situation.

“I’ll bet you do,” Taylor says. She’s smiling so widely her face looks like it’s going to split in two. She’s enjoying herself so much it should be against the law. Which means that I’m doing something right. “But first you have to do something for me,” she continues. Pointing at the floor, she says, “Get on the ground. On your back, your face towards the ceiling, your legs together, your hands at your side.”

I do as I’m told without hesitation. Now this is familiar ground. There’s been plenty of times where Taylor has been the dominant one, bossing me around and doing whatever she wants to me. It’s just when we get a strap-on involved that things are still a little strange.

After I’m in position, Taylor steps towards me, planting one foot on each side of my head. Then she squats down until her dripping wet pussy is hovering just above my mouth. The dildo is hanging out above my forehead, the tip of it just touching my hair.

“Lick it,” she says.

My tongue shoots out and starts lapping at her pussy like a kitten drinking milk. She’s soaking wet down there, as wet as I’ve ever seen her. She’s really getting off on everything that’s happening here tonight.

After half a minute of gently licking her snatch I start forcing my tongue in between her pussy lips, sliding it deeper and deeper inside her juicy wetness.

“That’s right,” Taylor says. “Stick that fucking tongue in my dirty little snatch.” She drops a little further down, giving me more of her pussy to work with. She slaps my face a couple of times with the dildo then spit on it and starts working it with her hand, jerking herself off while I continue licking her pussy.

After this goes on for a little while, Taylor drops all the way down to her knees, smothering me with her pussy, smashing my face against her insides, forcing me to breath her in.

“There we go,” Taylor says. “That’s more like it.”

She grinds on my face while my tongue goes deeper and deeper inside of her. She spreads her legs wider, opening herself up to me even more, and cutting off any fresh air I have left. Now if I want to breath it has to come from inside her.

After what seems like an eternity of Taylor smothering me, I can’t take it anymore. I reach for her hips to try and push her up off of me but she grabs my wrists and holds them down on the floor.

“Come on baby, you can take it,” she says. “Take it like a man. Show me how much you can take.”

I relax as best I can, trying desperately to hold on for as long as possible while Taylor gets off. This is her night, after all. But I’ve been without fresh air for so long that it’s starting to take it’s toll on my body. My body is shaking from the lack of air as I struggle for breath.

And then, just as I’m about to reach a panic stage, Taylor lifts herself up off me, leaning forward just enough to give me a chance to breathe. I do so in gasping breaths, feeling a burst of energy as air rushes back into my lungs.

Taylor gives me a couple moments to get some air and then drops back down atop my face. But this time, instead of smothering me with her pussy, Taylor scoots her legs forward, until her ass is poised directly over my mouth.

“You know what comes next,” she says.

“Yes I do,” I say, sticking my tongue out and licking her asshole.

“That’s a good boy,” Taylor says. “Stick that fucking tongue in my dirty shithole.”

I do as I’m told, sliding my tongue as far up into her asshole as I can.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Taylor says. She lets go of my arms and leans back, putting her palms on the floor for support. Then she bounces on my face, forcing my tongue in and out of her asshole with increased intensity.

Her breath is growing more ragged, which I know from experience means that she is approaching orgasm. So I decide to help her along, bringing my hands up and spreading her asscheeks apart, giving me better access to her asshole.

“That’s it,” Taylor says. “Get that tongue in there. As deep as you can.”

She brings one of her hands forward and sticks two fingers inside her pussy. While I continue tonguing her asshole, she slams her fingers in and out of her snatch while the dildo bounces up and down, smacking me in the face.

As the orgasm comes ever closer, Taylor sticks a third finger in her pussy and continues banging away at her snatch faster and faster until she cums.

“Holy fucking shit!” she screams as she cums, pussy juices squirting out of her snatch and all over my face until I’m soaking wet. She looks down at me. I have a huge smile on my face and my cock is sticking straight up.

“You like that do you?” Taylor says, reaching back to grab my hard cock and give it a couple of jerks.

“I fucking love it,” I say.

“It sure as hell looks like it,” she says, releasing my cock. “But that was the easy part. I know how much you like to eat my pussy and ass. But let’s just see how much you like this.”

Taylor drops to her knees, straddling me, her pussy right above my neck, so the dildo strapped to her waist is lying on top of my face. “Now it’s time to see what you’re really made of,” she says. She smacks me with her cock a couple of times then slips it into my mouth. Gripping my head with her hands, she fucks my face, hammering the dildo in and out of my mouth as quickly as she can.

After ten seconds of this my eyes are leaking tears. Ten seconds after that and my face is red from exertion. Ten more seconds and I’m gagging and coughing and saliva is dripping everywhere. I can barely take the face-fucking Taylor is giving me but she doesn’t let up, pummeling my mouth without mercy while keeping my head trapped to the floor.

Staring down at me with her face directly above mine and our eyes locked together, Taylor says, “You’re not having so much fun now, are you? It’s hard taking a cock like this, isn’t it?”

I can’t reply; my mouth is too full. But it is difficult taking a cock like this, that much is for sure. And while not necessarily fun in the traditional sense of the word, it is exciting on some level, being forced to do things you wouldn’t normally do. As long as you leave your ego at the door and give in to the situation, it is quite an interesting ride.

And making things even more enjoyable is the look on Taylor’s face. She seems to be having the time of her life, smiling and laughing as she forces me to suck her cock. And her pussy is so wet it was dripping juices all over me, drenching my flesh beneath her.

Eventually Taylor has enough of face-fucking me. She pulls her cock out of my mouth and gives me a chance to catch my breath.

“How was that?” she asks.

“Not bad,” I say.

Taylor’s face lights up. “You actually liked it, didn’t you?”

I shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, it was tough to take, but still pretty fun for some whacked out reason.”

Smiling widely, Taylor starts to laugh. “Oh my god,” she says. “I can’t believe you’re taking this so well.”

“You’re surprised?”

“Hell yes!” she says. “I mean, you’re a cool guy and all—otherwise I wouldn’t be dating you—but I thought this would be beyond your comfort zone.”

“So did I,” I say. “But I have to admit, I’m kind of enjoying myself.”

Taylor shakes her head and laughs some more. “Well, don’t get too excited yet,” she says. “Because we still have the toughest part to come.”

“Yeah, I’m still not too sure about this part,” I say, although part of me actually is looking forward to it quite a bit, even though I know it is going to cause some discomfort.

“This will definitely be tougher to take than the rest,” Taylor said. “But you can do it.” She flashes me a dirty little smile. “I have faith in you.”

“That makes one of us,” I say.

“You’ll be fine,” Taylor replies. “You can handle it. Besides, I’ll take things slow and easy. At first. Now let’s stop playing around and get this show on the road.”

She smacks my cheek playfully then climbs off me. I start to get to my feet too but she shakes her head.

“On your hands and knees,” Taylor says. “Right there on the floor. You know the position. You put me in it all the time.”

I do as I told, turning over and getting up onto my hands and knees, doggy-style, my ass facing Taylor.

“Arch your back more,” she says, doing something behind me that I can’t see. From the sound of her voice she’s on the other side of the room. It sounds like she’s rummaging through a plastic bag. “I want to see your ass up in the air.”


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