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JT Holland

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Rickie Sheen

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It always makes me laugh when someone thinks they can tell the freakiness of a woman based solely on her looks. Don’t get me wrong, there are some women that advertise their sluttiness loud and clear, with tattoos everywhere and skimpy outfits. But there are plenty of other sluts out there too, hiding behind a cute face and a conservative outfit, just waiting to be found out.

In my experience, (which is pretty damn extensive, by the way) these “closet sluts” seem to end up being even freakier and more perverted than their more obvious counterparts. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, perhaps there is some level of expectations being exceeded that comes into play, but for some reason, when the cute little blonde with an innocent face and wide eyes wearing a virginal white dress turns out to be a slut, she ends up being more perverted than usual.

Take Cindy, for example.

She was browsing the fiction aisle at a bookstore when I saw her, taking her time, looking at crime novels. After picking up the book I came in for, I wandered over towards her, attracted, as I always was, by something about her. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, nothing conscious, but I’d always had a nose for sluts and had learned to trust me instincts. They rarely led me astray.

And they certainly didn’t in this case.

After a few innocent comments about what we liked to read and what we could recommend to each other, we started getting a little more personal. Before long we were discussing issues that were wholly inappropriate for the aisles of a bookstore in the middle of the afternoon.

After a good ten minutes of hanging out, Cindy asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a cup of coffee. I, of course, accepted. So we paid for our books and I followed her home.

Once we were there she didn’t waste any time on particulars. Immediately after we entered her apartment, Cindy closed the door behind us, then slipped her dress off, right there in the living room. I wasn’t shocked to see that she didn’t have a bra on underneath, but I was a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“They just get in the way,” she said when I asked her about it.

I laughed and shook my head. I’d known that underneath the innocent façade she was a slut, but I hadn’t realized how big of one. This was going to be even better than I’d thought.

Cindy had a pretty good body, nothing spectacular but certainly nothing to scoff at. Pale skin, small but perky tits, a pretty flat stomach, nice legs. Not exactly a sexy woman, but cute as a button, and from the looks of things absolutely no shame whatsoever, which was by far the most important thing as far as I was concerned.

“Do you like what you see?” Cindy asked, spinning her body around, giving me a good look at her cute little butt.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I said as I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. It wasn’t rock hard yet but it was quickly getting there. “What about you? Do you like what you see?”

“Very much so,” Cindy said. “Although I’m not gonna lie. It’s bigger than I was expecting.”

I wasn’t surprised. It was something I heard a lot. While not ridiculously huge, my cock was a good 7 inches fully hard, and proportionally it looked even bigger due to my thin frame. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“Oh, I know I can handle it.”

“Prove it,” I said.

“It would be my pleasure,” Cindy said, dropping to her knees. She wrapped one hand around my shaft, then opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. She worked the tip of my cock with her mouth while stroking my shaft with her hand, quickly bringing me to full attention.

“You’re pretty good at that,” I said.

“I’m more than pretty good,” Cindy replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth and smacking it against her cheek before once again wrapping her lips around it.

I shuddered slightly as she effortlessly took my cock halfway down and began to bob her head forward and back, taking me further and further inside her mouth until she was swallowing the entire thing.

Cindy worked my cock in long, deep strokes, making it disappear and reappear with regularity, expertly maintaining a medium pace while exerting the perfect amount of pressure to provide intense stimulation without making it unbearable.

After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Cindy let my cock slide from her mouth. She gathered up the leftover saliva and spit it on my cock and then used her hands to work it in, jerking me off two-handed while she looked up at me.

“Before we go any further,” she said. “I have to warn you about something.”

“What’s that?” I asked, even though I knew what she was going to say. I was a slut magnet, after all. I’d had this conversation more than a few times.

“You’ve probably figured this out by now, but I like getting a little crazy in the sack,” she said. “I’m not one for just regular, boring old sex.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” I said, trying not to smile.

“Is that okay with you?” she asked.

“Oh, I think I can deal with it,” I said, my smile breaking through.

“Yeah, I kind of got the feeling you would,” Cindy said, matching my grin, continuing to jerk me off all the while. “That’s why I brought you back here in the first place. You looked like you weren’t afraid to get a little freaky.”

“Not at all,” I said. “The way I figure it, there’s no reason not to. After all, you only live once. Might as well get the most out of life.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Cindy said. “So let’s have some fun.”

And with that, she spun me around so my back was to her and put her hands on my ass.

“Bend over,” she said.

After I did as I was told, Cindy spread my ass cheeks apart and started licking my asshole, going to town on it without any hesitation whatsoever.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath.

Reaching around, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started jerking me off. With her other hand she enclosed my balls and massaged them, rolling them around in her hands, squeezing them together, pulling down on them. Then she stuck her rigid tongue inside my asshole and started bouncing her face back and forth against my ass, forcing her tongue deeper inside me with every thrust.

My eyes were closed and my hands were gripping the back of the couch tightly enough to leave marks in the cushions. It felt incredible having her tongue in my ass. Not only the physical tingling sensation that ran up my spine, but the sheer filthiness of what she was doing, not to mention the energy she poured into it. I’d had my asshole licked before, but never with such verve and vigor. It was obvious that Cindy truly enjoyed it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cindy pulled away. But even as disappointment racked my body, she was already onto something else. She grabbed ahold of my cock and yanked it backwards, so it was facing the wrong way, sticking out behind me, right underneath my asshole. In this position the pressure was intensified; right on the edge of pleasure and pain. Which only served to turn me on even further, especially when Cindy proceeded to take the entirety of my cock in her mouth, all the way down to my balls. She held my cock in her throat for a couple of seconds, the pressure building the whole time, before finally slipping it out of her mouth with a cough and a gag.

She let go of my cock, allowing it to return to its natural position. Then she said gave me a slap on the ass and said, “Turn around. I want you to fuck my face.”

I spun to see Cindy on her knees, looking up at me with her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Gripping the back of her head with my hands, I proceeded to fuck Cindy’s face, my shaft sliding between her lips as I pumped her mouth, my hips moving faster and faster, my balls slapping up against her chin as I slammed my cock deeper and deeper inside her throat.

“Look at me,” I said, and she did, her eyes as wide as a puppy dog’s. This turned me on even further and I started pumping her even more aggressively.

Cindy grabbed her tits, squeezing them and groping them as I continued to fuck her face. She gave them a couple of hearty slaps, the sound echoing about the room, louder even than the gagging and gurgling coming from her mouth. Then her hands slid further down, between her legs, and she went to work on her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself with the other while continuing to make eye contact with me the entire time.

“You’re such a little fuckslut,” I said, mostly to myself, but she somehow managed to nod her head without missing a beat. Laughing softly, marveling at her abilities, I decided to press things a little further, test her out even more.

I pumped her mouth a couple more times then slammed my cock deep into her throat, as far as it would go. Pressing on the back of her head, forcing her into me, I could feel her nose pushing against the bottom of my stomach as she effortlessly deepthroated me. I held her there for a full eight seconds before she pushed back against my hand.

I let her go and her head flew backwards, releasing my cock from her mouth. She took a couple of deep breaths, gathered up a bunch of saliva, spit on my cock and started jerking me off.

After she’d caught her breath, Cindy once again wrapped her bright red lips around the head of my cock while continuing to work my shaft with her hand.

A few seconds later she grabbed ahold of my ballsack and pulled it forward, smashing my balls up against my cock. Holding my sack in place about halfway down my shaft, she widened her mouth and started moving it forward, engulfing more and more of my cock as she went, until she came to my sack. She then opened her mouth even further and pushed forward some more, engulfing my cock and balls at the same time.

Cindy somehow managed to hold everything in her mouth for almost five seconds before letting it all go.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said after she’d recovered. “How the hell did you do that?”

“Lots and lots of practice,” she said, sporting an evil grin.

“Well consider me impressed,” I said

“Do you want me to do again?”

“No, no, no,” I said.

She gave me a strange look.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said quickly. “I loved it. In fact, I loved everything you just did. But I need to take a little break. Get myself back under control, if you know what I mean.”

“Fair enough,” Cindy said.

“Besides, it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“I’m not gonna argue with that,” she said, smiling.

“I didn’t think you would,” I said as I pulled her to her feet, picked her up, slung her over my shoulder and carried her over to the couch. Once there, I tossed her atop it.

Standing over her, I flipped her over, putting her on her back. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, then pushed back, folding her in half and opening up her pussy to me.

She hooked her arms around her legs, holding them in place, her ankles up by her head, her leg muscles taut and gleaming. “Is this how you want me?” Cindy asked, taunting me with her high-pitched, mock-innocent little girl voice. “Folded up like a human pretzel? Lying here with my holes exposed, open and waiting for you to fill them?”

“You’re damn right,” I said. “The wider, the better.”

She ran her hands down and grabbed ahold of her inner thighs and spread them further, opening herself up even more to me. “Like this?”

“That’s perfect,” I said, dropping to me knees. “Absolutely perfect.”

Smiling, I buried my face in her pussy and went to work, licking her shaved, pretty little pussy a couple times before sliding my tongue deep inside her.

“Holy fuck that feels incredible,” Cindy said breathlessly. She reached down and grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled my head towards her, smashing my face against her flesh. “That’s a good boy. Get that tongue in there. I want to feel it in my stomach.”

She held me there, smothering me with her inner flesh, forcing me to find precious air wherever I could—usually from somewhere inside of her—for a good fifteen seconds before finally releasing me.

As I gasped for breath, she just laughed and said, “Oh, poor little baby. Was that too much for you to handle?”

“Not even close,” I said, flashing her a brief smile.

“That’s good to hear,” Cindy replied. “Because that was just the beginning.”

She released her legs and leaned forward then climbed off the couch, pushing me down to the floor as she rose. I was on my back, my spine against the carpet with my face looking straight up towards the ceiling.

A moment later my view was blocked by her body, which was standing above me, one foot on either side of my head, straddling me, her dripping wet pussy staring down at me.

I shifted my head slightly, looking up the length of her body, past her tits to her cute little face. Upon it I saw a wicked smile and eyes that shone with a combination of excitement and malevolence.

And then she was squatting down, her legs bending further and further and her pussy getting closer and closer to my face until she was sitting upon it, her wet pussy gaping wide as it attached itself to my mouth like it had a mind of it’s own.

Cindy dropped her full weight on my face, smothering me with her pussy. She just sat there for a few seconds, unmoving, her flesh completely engulfing my nose and mouth.

“Do you like that?” she asked, still talking innocently. “Do you like me sitting on your face, cutting off all your air?”

I nodded as best I could. Looking up the length of her body I could see her face staring down at me, grinning widely.

“Good,” she said. “Because I like it too. I might just sit here the rest of the night.” Reaching down with both hands, she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and lifted my head, smashing my face even further against her pussy and making it so I could no longer see her face.

“Stick that tongue out,” she said, her tone sounding less and less innocent with every word. “I want to feel it inside of me.”

So I did, forcing it as far as I could into her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy insides.

“That’s right,” she said, starting to slowly move forward and back, riding my tongue. “Keep your tongue right there while I fuck it with my pussy.”

Cindy released my hair, allowing my head to drop back down the floor and providing some support for my neck. And I needed it too, as her bucking grew progressively more intense.

She moved forward and back, faster and faster, my rigid tongue running up and down the length of her pussy with every pump.

“Holy fuck yes,” Cindy said, her groans growing louder. She grabbed ahold of my hands and leaned forward, stretching my arms out above my head. She pinned my wrists against the floor, incapacitating my arms and giving herself total control, then started riding me even harder, grinding atop me, her body moving faster than ever and her groans reaching a fevered pitch.

Cindy let out a guttural growl and then drenched my face with her pussy juices as she squirted all over me in a rollicking, extended orgasm. She continued grinding away as she came, forcing my tongue deeper inside her, cutting off all my air for a few seconds while she finished herself off.

Once she was done, she climbed off my face, scooting her body down mine until she was sitting astride my waist, her butt pushing back against my hard cock. Bending forward, she stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick her pussy juices off my face. After she’d finished cleaning me up, she stuck her tongue in my mouth and we explored each others tonsils for a while.

“Thanks for that,” she said after breaking off the kiss.

“It was my pleasure,” I said, flashing her a smile.

“I don’t know about that,” she said. “But it was certainly fun.”

“I love that sort of thing.”

“Really?” she said. “You don’t just tolerate it?”

“Hell no,” I said. “It turns me on like crazy. Can’t you tell?”

She backed her ass up against my hard cock, tilting it backwards a bit. “You certainly feel like you liked it. Most guys will do it, but only reluctantly.”

“Not me. I totally dig it.”

“That’s good to hear,” Cindy said. “Because I love it too.”

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

“You really mean that?”


“Because I’ll take you up on it,” she said.

“I hope you will.”

“Oh I totally will,” Cindy said as she reached back and grabbed my cock. “But right now I have something else in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, playing dumb. “And what’s that?”

“I want to put that big hard cock of yours into my pussy and ride you until the sun comes up.”

“I don’t know if I can last that long,” I said, stifling a smile. “But I’m certainly willing to try.”

Grinning back at me, Cindy smacked my cock against her asscheek a couple of times then slid it into her dripping wet pussy. She took a moment to fling her hair to the side, getting it out of her face, then started moving against me, staring directly down at me the whole time.

She started off slowly, taking my cock balls deep inside her pussy in long, steady strokes. After half a minute, she picked up the tempo, shifting her arms so her hands were pressing down on my chest, giving her more leverage, then hammering her body down onto mine, impaling herself on my cock.

Cindy was bucking like a madwoman, using her arms to lift her body completely off mine before pounding down onto my cock. Her hair was flying everywhere, her tits bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm and her mouth releasing deep groans at the bottom of every thrust.

I couldn’t stand being a non-active participant any longer, so I ran my hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts, pushing up on them while she continued riding me.

On a whim, I gave one of her tits a light smack.

Cindy yelped then nodded her head.

“You like that?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer based on her reaction.

She nodded again, more vehemently this time. So I smacked her other tit, a little bit harder.

Cindy’s breathing rate increased significantly and she started bouncing even harder on my cock, bottoming out on me with all her weight, driving my cock deep inside her pussy.

I gave her tits a couple more light slaps, then cupped them again, squeezing them tight this time while I pressed them upwards.

Cindy rose up until she was sitting straight up, then tilted her chin towards the ceiling and arched her back, changing up the angle of penetration but continuing to hammer her body down onto mine.

I slid my hands down her body and reached around to grab her ass, one hand on each cheek, then spread them wide and started lifting my hips up to meet her as she came down with every thrust. This allowed even me to penetrate her pussy even deeper than before, to the point that it felt like she was engulfing my entire member. The sensation was almost too much for me to handle, forcing me to switch things up, and quickly, lest I came too quickly.

Grabbing Cindy around the waist, I shifted my weight and climbed to my feet, keeping my cock inside her the entire time. She uttered a surprised little giggle but wasted no time wrapping her legs around my waist and started to grind on my cock while I held onto her tightly.

I pressed my lips against hers and we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues while continuing to fuck standing up. But Cindy was getting so crazy on my cock that I was starting to lose my balance. So I angled my body until I was facing the couch and then fell forward, dropping her back to the cushions as I fell atop her, letting gravity drive my cock so far inside her that it felt like it was going to come out the other side.

Cindy let out a scream that was part delight and part discomfort, but recovered without missing a beat, bucking her body forward and back from beneath me. Her energy hadn’t waned one bit, which on one hand was great, but on the other, not so great. The whole point of switching things up was to give myself a chance to recover before she took me over the edge. And for that to happen, I needed to have more control over the situation.

With that in mind, I grabbed her legs, one hand under each of her knees, and pushed her legs back, folding her in half and taking away her leverage. Now it was my turn to take control, to move forward at a pace that would keep me from coming too soon.

Shifting my hands up her legs until I was gripping Cindy’s ankles, I held her legs in place, folded back, her feet up next to her head. Leaning forward, I put my knees against the couch cushion just outside her ass and proceeded to pump her pussy with my cock.

I fucked Cindy at my own pace, constantly varying the depth and speed to keep her on her toes and also to avoid getting into a constant rhythm, which allowed me to stay short of my impending orgasm.

But the slow pace was bugging Cindy. She wanted hard and fast, and she let me know it.

“Come on,” she said. “Give it to me like you mean it. Like I need it. Pound that fucking pussy with your cock.”

Despite my misgivings, I found myself doing exactly what she’d asked, increasing the speed and intensity until I was hammering away at her pussy while she moaned and groaned and cursed under her breath in pure pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, staring down at her pretty face, our eyes locked together while I slammed my cock into her hard enough to make her entire body quiver. “Is this how you like it?”

Her eyes wide and her breath ragged, Cindy nodded.

“Tell me how much you like it,” I said. “I want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you.”

“I love it,” she said between gasping breaths. “I fucking love it when you pound my pussy.”

“More,” I said. “Keep talking.”

“I want you to give me everything you have,” she said. “I want you to break me in fucking half!”

The need in her voice combined with the physical sensation of hammering away at Cindy quite nearly took me over the edge. I had to switch things up again, and quickly, before it was too late. 

After slamming my cock balls deep into Cindy and holding it there for a few seconds while she squirmed beneath me, I knew I only had a couple seconds before I was going to shoot my load. And I didn’t want that. Not yet. So I stood up, letting my cock slip out of her pussy.

Cindy laughed.

“Oh you think that’s funny, do you?” I asked, smiling back at her.

“I think it’s hilarious,” she said.

“You like pushing men to the edge, doesn’t it?”

“You’re damn right I do,” she said. “It’s fun to watch to you squirm as you try not to cum.”

“And of course, you don’t have that problem,” I said. “Because you can cum as many times as you want without being finished.”

“Exactly,” Cindy said, her grin wide and genuine.

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing. I figured it was time to make her squirm a bit, to let her know what it felt like to be the one at the mercy of someone else.

 Without another word, I climbed onto the couch until my feet were on the cushions, one on either side of Cindy’s body, my cock right in front of her face as I towered over her.

Using my body to keep her legs folded over and trapped against her side, I squatted down and slid my cock into Cindy’s mouth. Staring down at her, I fucked her face, giving her my entire cock, balls deep, pumping her five times before holding it in place, deep in her throat, while she remained helpless beneath me, her arms and legs trapped by my positioning atop her.

“How does that feel?” I asked mockingly. “How does it feel to be helpless beneath me while I ravage you with my cock?”

Cindy answered my question with a cough and a gag but I didn’t let up. “Take it,” I said. “Choke on my fucking cock.” I reached down and pinched her nose shut, effectively cutting off all her air.

Still trapped helplessly beneath me and with no recourse whatsoever, Cindy’s face started turning red. Her eyes were wide and filled with distress and she started to shake her head back and forth as much as her position would allow, doing everything she could to get away.

“It’s not so funny, now, is it?” I said, staring down at her while she continued to hack and cough. It wasn’t until her eyelids started to flutter that I pulled my cock out and climbed down off the couch.

Cindy gasped aloud and coughed, trying desperately to catch her breath but remained smiling the whole time. And her eyes were more excited than ever.

“You actually liked that, didn’t you,” I said as I stood over her, looking down at her sexy little body and laughing in amazement under my breath.

Cindy nodded vehemently. “I fucking loved it,” she said after she’d caught her breath.

“You truly are a dirty little fuckslut, aren’t you?”

Smiling widely, she nodded again.

“Then let’s give you what you want,” I said, picking her up and flipping her over, putting her in the doggy position, her knees on the couch and her arms draped over the back of the couch. Her little ass was facing me, tempting me, her pussy at the perfect height for me to stick my cock into it while standing on the floor.

I pushed her legs together until her thighs were touching, then stepped forward and sidled up to her, my cock lying on top of her pale little ass.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I said.

She turned to look back at me and nodded her head. “Give it to me,” she said. “Give me that huge cock of yours.”

So I did, grabbing ahold of my cock and smacking it against her ass a couple of times before sliding it into her pussy.

With my hands gripping her hips for balance, I slammed my cock in and out of Cindy’s pussy, giving it to her hard and fast right from the beginning. She was into it too, bucking her ass back opposite my pumps so our bodies were coming towards each other before hammering together with a wet slap.

We were in perfect rhythm, working together for maximum penetration as if we’d been fuck buddies for years instead of this being our first time together. I’d rarely experienced immediate chemistry like this before. We were perfectly compatible in bed, completely in synch with each other.

I was so confident that we were on the same wavelength that I pulled my hand back and slapped her on the ass without any warning. The room echoed with the sound of flesh upon flesh.

Cindy let out and excited little yelp and started breathing a little more quickly.

“You liked that, did you?” I asked, even though I knew the answer before I had even smacked her. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to hear her say it.

“I fucking loved it,” she said. “Do it again,” she added, her voice full of desperation.

So I did, smacking her in the ass once again while continuing to pound away at her from behind.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said as I spanked her repeatedly, fucking her all the while. “Slap my ass harder. I’ve been a bad girl and I need to get punished.”

I slapped the same ass cheek until it was bright red, then moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Once they were both the same color I switched things up. I stopped smacking her ass and grabbed a hold of her hair and gave it a strong tug, forcing her to arch her back and lift her chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure.

“Fuck yeah!” she said, practically screaming the words. “Pull my fucking hair! Jus like that. Just like that!” Seeing her so excited amped up my energy level even higher, allowing me to hammer away more aggressively at her.

My body slammed into hers, causing her ass to ripple and her body to shimmy every time our flesh made contact. Her groans had turned into high-pitched wordless screams of joy.

It wasn’t long before her entire body froze up for a moment, then released in a enormous wave of movement, causing her to shimmy and shake uncontrollably as an orgasm passed through her.

Once she’d settled down, I releases my hold on her hair and let her relax for a moment. Keeping my cock inside her pussy but no longer moving against her, I leaned forward, resting my chin atop her shoulder so I could whisper into her ear.

“You truly are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“The dirtiest,” she said, turning her head to look back at me. “I want you to ravage me. Do whatever you want. I’m your little fuck toy.”

“Whatever I want, huh?”

“Anything,” she said. “Anything at all.”

“Okay,” I said. “But I don’t want to hear any complaints later.”

“Never,” Cindy replied.

So with this in mind, I leaned back to regain my balance and started again moving my cock in and out of her pussy, starting slow but quickly gaining speed until I was once again pummeling her.

“Just like that,” she said, groaning the words between deep, desperate breaths. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

Still fucking Cindy doggy-style, filling up her pussy with my cock, I stuck my thumb in my mouth to get it lubed up a bit, then slid it into her asshole without any warning.

Cindy let out a surprised little yelp and started to rise up but I held her down, pressing her face to the cushions.

“Take it,” I said, holding her head in place with my forearm. “Just lie there and take it.”

I forced my thump deeper inside her asshole, causing her to squirm and groan louder. “I said take it,” I growled, fucking her pussy with even more aggression. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

And she did, biting down on her bottom lip to avoid making noise as I forced my thumb deeper into her asshole, working it around in circles inside her as I continued fucking her from behind, hammering away relentlessly, our bodies slamming together, filling the room with the sounds and smells of sex.

In a perfect world, I would have pulled my thumb out of her ass and replaced it with my cock, but unfortunately I was too far along to even consider it. I was mere seconds away from cumming already. Fucking her asshole would just have to wait until the next time we hooked up.

I yanked my thumb out of her asshole and grabbed ahold of her hips with both hands to control her body for the final few pumps before I came. Pulling her back towards me, I ravaged her pussy more aggressively than I had all night, hammering away at her with everything I had while she screamed and groaned and bucked, her hair flying everywhere, her shoulder blades showing, her skin glistening with sweat.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, giving her fair warning. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

The words had barely left my mouth when Cindy shifted her body to the side, letting my cock slip out of her pussy. Then she flipped over on the couch so she was sitting on it proper, her head right in front of my hard cock.

Without so much as a word, she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and started to suck while simultaneously jerking me off with her right hand and squeezing my balls with her left. She was going to town on my cock, jerking me off as aggressively as I jerked myself off, which was something no other girl had ever done before. Most girls acted like they were afraid of breaking something, of injuring me. But not Cindy. She clearly understood how much a body could take. 

And she just as clearly enjoyed what she was doing right now. Her eyes were wide with joy and turned up towards mine, holding my gaze, looking directly at me as she finished me off.

“Come on baby,” Cindy said, popping her mouth off my cock for just a moment. “Give me that fucking cum. I want it all over my face. Paint my pretty little face with your cum.”

I let out a low groan and bit down on my bottom lip. I was trying to hold out for as long as possible, trying to make the moment last forever, but it was impossible. Cindy wasn’t letting up at all.

So I finally gave up to the inevitable. Cursing under my breath, I tensed up for a moment, then allowed my body to release. My balls tightened, launching a thick stream of white cum all over her face. Then another one. And another. And another.

Cindy opened parted her lips to take the final couple spurts inside her mouth. They were smaller than the others, but still packed a punch, leaving a little reservoir of cum in her mouth.

Still holding my cock, looking up at me with her eyes wide with joy, she tilted her head back and swallowed, gulping my cum down like it was a shot of tequila. Once it had disappeared, she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and milked it dry while staring up at me with her cum-covered face the whole time.

Eventually she released my cock and stood up, then headed into the bathroom. I got dressed while she cleaned herself up. A few minutes later she came out in a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

“Do you still want that cup of coffee?” she asked, heading towards the kitchen.

“Sure,” I said with a chuckle.

“Good,” Cindy said. “Then I’ll make it while we figure out when we’re going to get together again. If that’s okay with you.”

“That sounds great,” I said.

“I think so too,” Cindy said. “And hopefully next time we’ll get even freakier, you know, since we got the awkwardness out of the way today.”

“I can’t wait,” I said, thinking that if today was considered awkward, how insane would things get when we got comfortable with each other? I couldn’t wait to find out.







Sex is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s better slow and gentle, with someone you really care about and enjoy spending time outside of the bedroom with. And sometimes you just want to get slammed by a stranger.

Last night was the latter.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t technically a stranger, but I certainly don’t know him all that well. His name was Johnny and he lived in my apartment complex but I’d never actually talked to him for any length of time. I’d seen him at the gym and the pool a few times and we’ve said hi to each other but that was about it.

I do know one thing about him though; he’s hot as shit. Tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and a rocking body. And from the few times I’ve seen him in shorts, quite a nice package too.

To be honest, I’ve thought about making the moves on him before but the timing has never been right. Until last night, that is.




It was just after midnight when I got home from a night of dancing and drinking in downtown San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter. We had a small group of friends that got together once a month for a girls-night-out and the only rule was you weren’t allowed to go home with a guy. It was our little way of guaranteeing that we’d spend the whole night together without getting distracted. Of course, the rule almost always got broken by at least one of the girls, but tonight I’d stuck to it and came home alone.

This late the parking lot was pretty full so I was forced to park on the opposite side of the complex from my apartment. Feeling a little tipsy, I climbed out of my car, slipped my heels back on to make the walk across the pavement, and headed for one of the side entrances to the complex.

Because it was an entrance I rarely used, I was more than a little bit startled to hear someone call out to me as I approached the complex.

“Looks like you had fun tonight,” said the vaguely familiar voice.

I turned towards the sound and saw Johnny sitting on his outside patio. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his incredible body. He had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were at least ten empty bottles on the table in front of him.

“It was okay,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement building in my loins.

“Just okay?” he asked.

I walked over towards him and leaned up against the iron fence that surrounded his patio, giving him a nice view of my tits. “Yeah, you can only have so much fun when your group is made up entirely of girls.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, flashing a wry smile. “I’ve had lots of fun with groups made up entirely of girls.”

I matched his smile with one of my own. “I’m sure you have.”

“Of course, they probably had more fun than I did.”

I laughed under my breath. “Not very modest, are you?”

“Not at all,” he replied. “Especially not when I’ve had this much to drink.”

“Well, lucky for you I don’t like my men modest,” I said.

“What about drunk?”

“Actually I like them that way.”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Because they’re more likely to not have any inhibitions,” I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t.

He didn’t. His smile grew wider but his gaze didn’t waver one bit. “That’s funny,” he said. “That’s the same reason I like my women drunk.”

“Then you’re in luck.”

“As are you,” he said.

“So, do you have any more beers in there?” I asked.

“No, but I have some more potent stuff.”

“You mind if I share some with you?”

“I’d be delighted,” he said. “As long as you’re willing to share some other stuff too.”

“Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight,” I said. “I’m in one of those kinds of moods.”

“What a coincidence,” he said. “So am I.”

“Then I guess I’ll meet you at your door,” I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.

This was gonna be fun.




Ten minutes later we were in his kitchen, throwing down our sixth shot of Tequila. Combined with my earlier drinking I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was in that perfect state; drunk enough to act compulsively but not so wasted that I didn’t know what I was doing. I was fully aware of my actions, I just didn’t care.

“Can I tell you something?” I said, catching Johnny’s eye and giving him a nasty little smile.

“You can tell me whatever you want.”

I cupped my hand around my mouth, leaned in towards him, stuck my mouth right next to his ear and whispered, “I really need to get fucked.”

“Is that right?” he said, shifting his head so he was looking at me. One corner of his mouth was turned up in a confident little smirk.

“Yep. And when I say fucked I mean fucked,” I said, running my hands over his chest while I talked. “With a capital F. Not made love to, all mellow and romantic and shit. Fucked. Hard. Pounded. Until I’m screaming.” I shifted so my face was directly in front of his. Our lips were practically touching. “Do you think you can help me out with that?”

“Oh, I don’t think that would be much of a problem at all,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and easily lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. “Good hard poundings just happen to be my specialty.”

“Lucky me,” I said.

He stepped in closer and stuck his tongue into my mouth and started aggressively exploring it.

I returned the favor, kissing him back just as intensely as he was kissing me. His hands ran up under my shirt and deftly undid my bra. I shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed my tits while we continued to make out.

His head moved down to my chin and then neck, kissing me as he went, stopping only once he reached my tits. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it until it was hard, then sucked on it right up until that perfect point between pleasure and pain before letting go and making his way over to the other one.

Johnny working my tits was making me horny as hell. I ran my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy over my panties. It only took a few seconds before I was soaking through them. I yanked them aside and slipped two fingers into my pussy and started playing with myself, rubbing and fingering my soaking wet pussy.

Still banging myself, I ran my free hand up his leg to his crotch, feeling his hard cock beneath his pants. I began to rub my hand against it, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.

The more aggressively I worked his cock the more intensely he went after my nipples and it wasn’t long before we were both ready to move forward.

I popped my nipple out of his mouth and dropped to my knees until my head was right in front of his crotch. I could see his dick pushing against the cotton of his pants. He was rock-hard.

I looked up at him, making eye contact, giving him puppy dog eyes as I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasn’t the biggest dick I’ve ever seen but it wasn’t the smallest either, right about six inches long and pretty thick. And it was hard enough to hammer nails, which was all that really mattered anyway.

Still looking up at him, I wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened my mouth, and took the head of his cock between my lips. I sucked on the tip while stroking the shaft with my hand, working slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace.

It wasn’t long before I was taking him halfway down with every pump, then three-quarters, and finally swallowing his entire cock. With my hands grabbing his ass, I took his cock down my throat and held it there, deepthroating him with ease, my nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock tickled the back of my throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, making me feel good. I love being in control of a man’s pleasure, making him feel things he’s never felt before. It’s empowering.

After a good five seconds, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, inch-by-inch, releasing it slowly, leaving it glistening in the light with my saliva. I jerked him off as I took a moment to catch my breath.

“Do you like that?” I asked, smiling up at him. “Do you like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat?”

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Do you want to fuck my face?” I asked.

“Hell yeah,” he said, nodding.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I said, opening my mouth wide.

A little grin crept onto Johnny’s face and he took a step forward. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head towards him as he slid his cock into my waiting mouth.

He didn’t waste any time, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth with reckless abandon, giving me his entire cock with every pump. His balls slapped up against my chin and his grip on my hair got tighter as he hammered away, grunting under his breath.

I ran one of my hands down my stomach and started rubbing my clit. My pussy was already wet from me playing with it earlier and the enjoyment I got from blowing him, but it practically dripping now that he had taken control. Giving blowjobs may have always turned me on like crazy but getting face-fucked was even better. Especially by a man who know what he was doing, as Johnny so obviously did.

He continued pummeling my mouth with his cock for another thirty seconds, making me gag and cough but not slowing down, aggressively slamming his cock in and out of my mouth as I stared up at him. He forced me to deepthroat him once again for a short time before pulling away.

I could tell from the look on his face that he was pretty close to cumming already, which just wouldn’t do. So I stood up and grabbed ahold of his cock and led him to the couch to give him some time to cool down.

Once there I gave him a push on the shoulders, dropping him to the couch.

“How do you want me?” he asked.

“On your back, lengthwise,” I said. “Your head up on the arm.”

“Like this?” he asked after moving into position.

“Exactly,” I said, coming around the side of the couch over by his head and turning around. I was standing on the floor, facing away from him, my ass directly above his face, just inches away. I had one hand on each asscheek, holding my ass open for him to gaze upon its glory.

“You like my ass and my pussy, don’t you?” I said, taunting him just a bit.

“I love them,” he replied.

“Yeah? How much do you love them?”

“More than anything in the world,” Johnny said.

“Is that right?”

“That’s right.”

“So you won’t mind if I smother you with them?”

“Not at all,” he said.

“All right,” I said. “But no complaining later.”

“Never,” Johnny said.

So I dropped my pussy right onto his face, still spreading my asscheeks to allow him deep between them, and relaxed my legs, giving him almost my entire weight. Once his face was firmly between my cheeks, I released them, creating a seal around his nose and mouth, cutting off all his access to air.

But still he worked my pussy with his tongue, moving it around in circles inside me, tickling my insides.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, grinding on his face with my pussy, forcing his tongue deeper inside me. “You’re a good little boy, letting me sit on your face like this.”

I could feel Johnny’s energy waning due to lack of oxygen, so I lifted myself up off him for a few seconds, letting him catch his breath, then dropped right back onto his face, this time scooting forward a little bit so my asshole was right on his mouth.

Switching up the holes didn’t seem to faze him one bit, as he started licking my asshole with the same fervor as he’d gone after my pussy. It wasn’t long before his rigid tongue was inside my anus, exploring around and bobbing in and out.

“Goddammit!” I yelled between deep, gasping breaths as I pushed down further on his face with my ass, forcing his tongue deeper inside my asshole. “Work that asshole with your tongue, you dirty, filthy little boy.”

And work it he did, holding his rigid tongue in place as I bounced up and down on his face. It felt so good that an orgasm was right over the horizon. I sat down on his face once again, lifting my feet off the floor this time to increase the leverage and allow his tongue even deeper access to my anus, then started working my clit with my fingers to speed up the process.

It wasn’t long before my body was shaking and shuddering as the orgasm ripped through me, causing my pussy to squirt everywhere, most of which ended up on Johnny’s face.

“That was fucking incredible,” I said as I lifted myself off him.

Turning around, I bent over at the waist and kissed him, tasting my sweet tangy juices on his lips. With my face above his and our heads facing opposite directions, it was difficult to make out, but we did our best, my tits lying atop his forehead and my hair dropping down onto his chest.

Johnny reached his hands towards my face but I wanted to maintain strict control for the time being, so I grabbed his wrists and forced them back down to his side.

“Not yet,” I said, breaking off our kiss. Looking down at him, I said. “Soon enough you can have your way with me. But for now, I’m still in control. Understand?”

“Yes,” he said, trying to sound reluctant but failing miserably. It was obvious he enjoyed being told what to do.

“Good,” I said. “Now just lie there with your arms at your side.”

Johnny did as he was told without complaint. That excited me greatly, the ability for a man to let the girl take charge without complaint was a huge bonus. Not many men could pull that off, especially not ones that looked like Johnny.

As he laid there, arms at his side, I climbed atop him, putting my knees on the arm of the couch, one on each side of his head, straddling his face. I dropped my pussy onto his mouth and leaned forward, taking his hard cock in my hand. After slapping it against my tongue a couple of times, I took it between my lips and dropped my head down, swallowing his entire cock with ease.

I held his cock there, deep in my throat, for five seconds before pulling off. While he continued working my pussy with his tongue, I let the saliva drip from my mouth and onto his cock, then wrapped my hand around his shaft and jerked him off.

“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” I asked, turning back to watch him eat my pussy. There was a grunt of assent from his mouth that was muffled by my flesh but still audible. “Do you want me to do it some more?”

Another muffled yes and then I was dropping my head down once more, deepthroating him again, his cock tickling the back of my throat as I held it there for almost a full ten seconds this time before pulling away and climbing off his face.

“Holy fucking shit you’re good at that,” he said as I came around the front of the couch.

“Why thank you,” I said, grabbing his legs and pulling them down so he was sitting properly on the couch. “I’ve worked hard at it.”

“I can tell,” he said.

“Want to see what else I’m good at?” I asked, staring down at him with a wide smile.

“I can’t wait,” he said, matching my smile.

I climbed onto the couch and straddled him, my knees bents, my shins on the couch, and my ass resting just in front of his cock. I leaned in and kissed him, my tongue darting around in his mouth while he fondled my tits.

We made out a for a little, enjoying a little bit of downtime, letting ourselves recover and catch our breath. Once that was taken care of, I reached back and grabbed ahold of Johnny’s shaft, lifted my hips up just a bit, and slid his cock into my pussy.

Keeping my lips attached to his, I rode his cock, gently at first, moving around in slow, rhythmic circles. He let out a highly excited groan. Apparently there was something about making out while fucking that really got him going.

I quickly took advantage of this and started moving more quickly against him, rocking my body back and forth while keeping his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

Johnny responded by going after my tits with more vigor, squeezing them tighter and tweaking my nipples with his fingertips.

From there I upped the ante, breaking off the kiss and leaning back, allowing me to bounce up and down and his cock more forcefully.

He replied by rubbing my clit with his fingers.

It went on like this for a while, each of us trying to outdo the other. I would lean back, changing the angle of penetration and he would grab my asscheeks and spread them wide to allow his cock deeper entry inside of me. I would reach back and fondle his balls and he would grab ahold of my hair and yank. I would lean forward and put my hands on his chest to give myself more leverage, and he would rise up and take my nipple in his mouth and chew on it.

We continued like this for a good ten minutes before I’d had enough. It was time to take control.

Keeping his cock deep inside of me, I spun around so I was facing away from him, riding him reverse cowgirl. I grabbed his knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted my body so my feet were on the floor, giving me more leverage to work with.

   Once I was positioned correctly, I slammed down onto him, my ass bouncing against his groin, impaling myself on his cock. His hands were on my hips, holding on for dear life while I pummeled him.

 “You like that, don’t you?” I said, turning back to look at him. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”

“I love it,” he said.

 “Yeah, I can tell. Your cock is harder than ever.”

Looking straight ahead once again, I put my hands on his knees and bent forward, then started pummeling him even more aggressively.

“Slap my ass,” I said.

Johnny did as he was told.

“Harder,” I said. “Like you mean it.”

So he did, slapping my asscheek in time with my thrusts.

“That’s right,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

I pounded away at him, smashing his balls as I dropped my body onto him with full force, my breath growing quicker by the second.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed while he continued slapping my ass. It was starting to hurt a little bit but the pain was just getting me more excited. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

He turned up the intensity even more. My screams had reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at him, but simply expressions of pure pleasure.

I continued along this path for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as I reached orgasm. My body shuddered and shook but I didn’t slow down, still pounding away at him for a few more seconds before finally falling still.

I wasn’t able to rest for long, however, as Johnny wrapped his arms around me and climbed up from the couch.

“Now it’s my turn to run the show,” he said, dropping me onto the couch.

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