FOUR DIRTY STORIES
Copyright 2017 by Alex Hunter
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
LOVES IT IN THE BUTT
ESCORT SESSIONS: VOLUME FIVE
LOVES IT IN THE BUTT
I’ve always been lucky when it comes to
women. I’m not quite sure why. I’m a decent enough looking
fellow, a shade over six feet tall and 170 pounds with an in-shape
body of a natural athlete who spends a lot of time outdoors, but I’m
certainly nothing special. But for some reason, there’s something
about me that draws a specific type of woman. Namely, sluts.
Every since I was a teenager they flocked
to me. In high school, college, and now into my late twenties, I
routinely get approached by women who just want to fuck. Most of the
time it’s just a one-time thing, with no complications or
commitments. At times it has turned into something more, but every
time a hook-up morphed into a relationship it fizzled out pretty
quickly. Again, I’m not sure why. But for some reason I just wasn’t
Which was fine by me. The way I see it,
relationships are more trouble than they’re worth. I was perfectly
content to have single nights (or afternoons) with women and then
move on. And I was lucky enough that I never had a shortage of
Like Nadia, for example.
There I was, just minding my own business
in line at the coffee shop after work, getting myself a cup of coffee
to help me through the evening, when I first saw her. She was a
platinum-haired beauty, standing right behind me in line,
wearing super-short cut-off jean shorts. She had dark eyes, full
lips, perfect skin and a rockin’ body that she obviously wasn’t
afraid to show off.
Once glance and I turned away, not
wanting to stare. I’m a pretty nice guy, relaxed and mellow, but
I’m not real outgoing. I don’t generally start up conversations
with strangers. But apparently she had no such reservations.
“Quite a wait, huh?” she said,
talking to me as if we were old friends right from the get-go.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to return the
vibe. “Pretty typical for this place.”
“I know, but still, today seems longer
than usual,” she said. “At least I’ve got some decent scenery
to look at.”
I gave her a slightly confused look.
“What?” she said. “You don’t
think you’re good-looking?”
“I don’t know,” I said, not sure
where this was going and not wanting to make a fool of myself with a
complete stranger, especially one as hot as she was. “I’ve never
really thought about it much.”
“Oh, bullshit,” she said, laughing.
“Everyone thinks about what they look like.”
“True,” I said. “But I’m not
really concerned with it too much.”
“I can tell,” she said. “Otherwise
you’d shave every once in a while, or wash your hair.” Before I
could object, she continued on. “But you know what? I like that.
Too many people worry about what everyone else thinks these days.”
“I agree,” I said as the line moved
forward. It was my turn to order. I did, then asked my new friend
what she wanted. “My treat,” I told her.
“Why thank you,” she said after
placing her order. “I’m Nadia, by the way.”
“I’m Max,” I said. “And it’s
the least I can do,” I said.
“And what’s the most?” she asked,
flashing me a mischievous grin.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” she said,
her grin growing wider.
“I have no idea,” I said.
Before the conversation could go any
further, the barista called out our names.
“Care to sit down with me and talk some
more, Mister Max?”
“I’d be delighted,” I said.
“It’s hard to find a good man these
days,” she said shortly after we’d sat down. We were outside, at
the table in the corner of the patio, away from the rest of the
“Most guys are trash,” I said, still
not sure exactly where this was going. I had a few ideas, but I
didn’t want to presume too much for fear of getting disappointed.
“Tell me about it,” she said. “Of
course, I don’t exactly set myself up for success most of the
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I generally don’t go about
picking up guys the traditional way.”
“How do you go about them?” I asked.
“Well, if I want a guy, I’ll just go
up to him and ask if he wants to fuck.”
I’m not going to lie, it took some
effort to keep my coffee down when she said that. But eventually I
managed to ask: “What if the guy says no?”
“Then I go on to the next one,” she
said. “But that doesn’t happen very often, believe me.”
“Oh, I do,” I said. “So, is that
what you’re doing right now? Asking me if I want to fuck?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It
“On you,” she said.
“Well, I’m pretty picky,” she said.
“Cocks. They have to be certain size or
I’m not really interested.”
“Is that right?”
“But how do you know how big it is
before you get their clothes off?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “There
are a whole bunch of different ways. Sometimes I take them to the
men’s room and get a little peek. Or the corner of the building.
But usually I just do this.”
She reached beneath the table and grabbed
ahold of my cock, grasping it through my pants, right there at the
patio of coffee shop. Luckily I was pretty hard just from talking to
“Well,” I said after she’d let go.
“What do you think?”
“Very impressive,” she said.
“Is it big enough for you?”
“So does that mean . . .”
“That I’m going to ask you if you
want to fuck me?” she finished.
“It does indeed,” she said. “But
I have to tell you, if you can’t handle butt sex, don’t even
bother. I don’t like men who don’t like butt sex.”
“Butt sex? You mean anal?”
“Yep,” she said. “Because that’s
really all I want. If you really, really want to, you can stick your
cock in my pussy every once in a while, but only as foreplay. But if
it were up to me you’d be fucking just my ass and nothing else. Do
you think you can handle that?”
“I think I can manage,” I said.
“And, of course, I like to give blow
jobs too,” she said.
“Really?” I said. This girl was too
good to be true.
“Hell yeah. I get more excited blowing
you than I do if you munch on my cunt. That’s so boring.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Completely,” she said, flashing me a
nasty little smile.
“Then what the hell are we waiting
for,” I said, grabbing her hand and turning towards the door.
“Let’s go back to my place for a blow job and butt sex.”
I’d barely had time to shut the front
door of my place closed before Nadia was dropping to her hands and
knees in front of me. She hadn’t even bothered to take any of her
clothes off, which didn’t bother me in the least. I had no problem
getting dirty without getting naked. In fact, I preferred it. There
was just something about it that seemed nastier.
Immediately after dropping to her knees,
Nadia worked my belt. She had it unbuckled in moments, followed by my
top button, and then my zipper. She yanked my pants and boxers down,
dropping them to my ankles, then wrapped her hand around my shaft and
sucked on the head of my cock. Bobbing her head forward and back,
maintaining eye contact the whole time, she worked my shaft with her
hands while her mouth went to town on the tip.
It wasn’t long before Nadia’s mouth
was going further and further down, taking more and more of my cock
in her mouth. Her hand still worked the shaft, moving in conjunction
with her mouth to create the perfect amount of pressure to maximize
stimulation without making me cum.
After a full minute of blowing me without
pause, Nadia slid my cock from her mouth. Gathering up some saliva,
she spit on my cock and started working it in with her hands while
she continued looking up at me.
“Do you like how I suck your cock?”
she said in that sexy-as-hell little girl voice of hers.
“I fucking love it,” I replied.
“Do you want me to take it further
down?” she asked.
I nodded again.
Smiling, Nadia again took my cock in her
mouth. This time she blew me proper, taking my cock halfway down
before bobbing her head back up then going down again, over and over
and over, her lips sliding over my shaft, helped by the copious
amounts of saliva she was generating.
It was the sloppiest blow job I’d ever
gotten; my cock was practically white with her spit. It was getting
everywhere, all over her face, her chin, her neck, dripping onto her
chest, the floor, even my leg. The sounds coming from her mouth were
wet and juicy and labored, gagging and coughing equally as my cock
continued sliding in and out of her mouth.
Nadia was a machine, blowing me for a
good thirty seconds straight before coming up for air. Even then she
took one big breath and went back down for more, this time taking my
cock even deeper than before, practically deepthroating me with every
She blew me in long, fast pumps, her hair
flying everywhere and saliva pouring out of her mouth, making my cock
a wet, sloppy mess. After another full minute of non-stop sucking,
she wrapped her arms around my waist and used my body to hold herself
in place as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep inside her
Nadia deepthroated me for a few seconds
before gagging and coughing and letting my cock slide out of her
mouth. She took a moment to catch her breath then looked up at me,
“What did you think of that?” she
“It was fucking incredible,” I
“With your help I could hold it for
longer,” she said.
“Tell me what I need to do.”
“Just put your hands on the back of my
head and hold my head in place,” Nadia said.
“For how long?” I asked.
“As long as you want,” she replied,
her smile growing wider.
“What if you can’t breathe.”
Nadia laughed. “That’s kind of the
“But what if I hold you there for too
“You won’t,” she said. “Trust
“All right,” I said. “If you
Nadia opened her mouth and turned her
eyes up towards mine.
“Well,” she said. “What are you
I didn’t have a good answer for that,
so I pulled her head towards me and pushed my hips forward at the
same time, forcing my cock into her mouth. I kept on pushing until my
entire cock had disappeared inside her mouth. I could feel it
touching the back of her throat.
She held me there for a good six seconds
before starting to cough. It tickled my cock, her coughing while it
was planted in her throat. I almost pulled away but continued to hold
on, remembering what she’d said. It just felt too good to let go.
A few seconds later Nadia coughed again,
following it with a deep gag. This time I pulled back, yanking my
cock from her throat.
“Are you all right?” I asked as she
gulped in air.
“I’m fine,” she said, smiling up at
me. Saliva was dripping down her chin and her mascara was running
down her cheek.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” she said. “I
could have taken a lot more.”
“Really?” I said, surprised.
Nadia nodded. “Just because I was
gagging doesn’t mean I was done,” she said.
I laughed and shook my head in amazement.
I had no idea there were actually women out there like Nadia. I
thought they only existed in fiction.
“Well, what do you think?” she said.
“Care to give it another go?”
“With pleasure,” I said, pushing my
hips forward, sliding my cock into her mouth once again. I forced it
as far as it would go, until her nose was pressing up against my
stomach. Pulling on the back of her head, I held her in place as she
deepthroated my cock, her eyes miraculously still turned up towards
Eight seconds in she started to gag. But
I held her head in place, just as she’d instructed. A few seconds
later she coughed, then followed that with another gag. But still I
Nadia’s eyes were still
somehow looking up at me. They were filled with pleasure even as they
leaked tears, and I knew she still had more in her.
She coughed again, and this time
instinctively started to pull back. But still I held her in place,
testing her limits, seeing how much she could actually take. Another
gag, a deeper one this time, followed by a river of spit dripping out
of her mouth and onto the floor. Still I didn’t let go.
But the last gag had somehow allowed my
cock even deeper access to Nadia’s throat, something I’d not
thought possible. And this new depth brought with it a different
sensation, an evenly distributed pressure that was unbearable. Where
moments ago I still had complete control of myself, now, just like
that, I was mere seconds away from completely losing it.
And so, nearly twenty seconds into what
was by far the greatest deepthroat of all time, I quickly backed
away, yanking my cock out of Nadia’s throat in a heartbeat.
She immediately started gasping for air
as more saliva poured out of her mouth.
“I still could have taken more,”
Nadia said after she’d caught her breath, her grin as wide as ever.
“Maybe you could have but I couldn’t,”
I said. “Another couple seconds and I would’ve came right there
in your mouth.”
“Then it’s a good thing you pulled
back,” she said, her smile growing wider as she stood up. “Because
you would’ve been in deep trouble if you finished up before giving
me a good ass reaming.”
“I figured as much,” I said.
“So does that mean you’re ready?”
“Ready for what?” I replied, messing
with her a little bit.
“You know,” she said.
“Tell me,” I said. “I want to hear
you say it.”
“I want you to put your cock in my
ass,” she said, whispering into my ear. “And then I want you to
fuck me until you’re ready to explode.”
“Beg for it,” I whispered back.
“Please fuck my ass with your cock,”
Nadia said, her pleading voice making me literally tingle with
excitement. “I’m begging you,” she continued. “I need you to
ravage my ass with your huge, hard cock. Please, please, please?”
“Okay,” I said, feigning reluctance.
“If you insist.”
“Oh, I do,” Nadia said, nodding her
head vigorously. “I do, I do.”
She turned around and slipped her shorts
off and dropped to her hands and knees. She wasn’t wearing any
panties. Her back was arched and her ass was sticking up in the air,
revealing revealing the butt plug she’d had in her ass for at least
the last hour, if not longer. Until now it had been concealed by her