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As I’ve explained before, I’m a dirty little slut. I make no bones about it, I don’t apologize for it, and I’m certainly not embarrassed by it. I thoroughly enjoy fucking and strive to do it every chance I get, every way I can get it, and with as many men as possible. End of story.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m always walking around wearing a ton of makeup with teased up hair and skimpy clothes and fuck-me pumps, swinging my ass around so everyone can see.

Quite the opposite, in fact. I generally wear very little makeup, have a simple haircut, and am usually dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Something that shows plenty of skin, but in a non-obvious way. No piercings, no tattoos, nothing that would betray my little secret.

Chances are if you passed me on the street or saw me in a grocery store, you’d have no idea that I had a serious nasty streak. You’d just see a cute, innocent-looking young woman with dark hair standing a shade over five feet tall and right around one hundred pounds, carrying herself like she’s a little on the shy side, someone you’d have to coax into bed slowly, a girl you’d want to take home to your parents.

I’m the very definition of cute, and most people are under the illusion that cute automatically equates to innocent.

There’s nothing I enjoy more than shattering that illusion.


Tonight I’m on my way to see a guy named Ryan. He’s a friend of a friend, someone that I’ve partied with a couple times over the past year or so. He’s a couple years younger than me and pretty cute, but nobody that I’d taken any particular interest in. Mostly because he hadn’t really showed any interest in me.

But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. A few nights ago, Kelly (she’s our mutual friend) and I were on our way back home from a bar when she asked me if I’d noticed Ryan. I told her I was aware of him, but that was about it. Then she broke out the news.

“He totally digs you,” Kelly said.

“Oh yeah?” I replied. “He sure hasn’t shown it. He barely even looks at me and he’s never said anything more than hi.”

“He’s just a little shy, that’s all,” Kelly said. “Not real good with the ladies. You know, one of those sad little boys who was told what to do by their domineering mom their whole life?”

“Is that right?” I said, my mind working. I’d been looking for a new boy for my rotation, someone who liked to be pushed around. And ones with mommy issues were prime targets.

Kelly nodded. “He asked me to see if you were interested, and if you were, to give him a call.”

So I did. And we set up a date. Dinner and a couple drinks. Or so Ryan thought.

He was in for the surprise of his life.


It’s the night of our date. I’m on the couch watching television when my doorbell rings. I turn off the TV, climb to my feet and go to answer it. I’m wearing a simple black dress and heels. Something that will be easy to get out.

I look through the peephole and see Ryan standing out there, looking nervous.

I open the door.

“Hey there,” I say.

“Hi,” he replies. He’s wearing black pants and a black shirt and looking better than I remember. Dark hair, brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, cute smile. A shade under six feet tall, maybe a hundred and eighty-five pounds. Not bad at all.

“Do you want to come in for a drink before we go?” I ask.

“I’d love to.”

I stand aside and let him in. He walks in and stops just inside the door, taking measure of my place. I close the door behind him and immediately drop to my knees.

He turns around and is startled to see me looking up at him, my big eyes like a puppy’s, my hands already reaching for his waist.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” he says, but I ignore him and starting undoing his belt.

Ryan tries to back away but I stay right with him, shuffling on my knees as he moves backwards, my hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually he backs up all the way to the wall.

“Nowhere to run to now,” I say, smiling like a demon up at him.

He just stares at me, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

“What’s the matter,” I say, smiling wider now. I loves messing with men, flipping their expectations, keeping them on edge. It gets me off. “This is what you wanted, right? This is where you were hoping the night would end up?”

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

“Then stop fighting it,” I say, going back to work on his belt. “We’re just dropping all the pretense and going straight to the main course.” I finish undoing his belt then unbutton his fly and drop his zipper.

Ryan’s pants fall to the ground. His raging boner is sticking out of the little slit in his boxers. His cock isn’t huge but that’s all right. Size only matters to a certain extent. Of course bigger is better (up to a certain point, at least) but as long as it’s within the bell curve it’s not that big of a deal. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to be using it all much tonight. I’m going to be utilizing other parts of his body to do most of the work on the first part of our evening.

“You have a beautiful cock,” I say, looking up at him as I run my fingers along it. All men love to hear that. It feeds their ego. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

I take his cock in my mouth without waiting for an answer. I mean, it’s not like he’s going to say no.

I work it for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting myself warmed up, then start sucking it more aggressively, taking it halfway down my throat, bobbing on it with urgency, my eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact as I take his cock deeper and deeper and deeper until the whole thing is in my mouth, tickling my throat, filling me up, making it difficult to breathe.

I hold his cock in my throat for as long as I can before pulling off. My mouth is filled with saliva and I spit it on his cock then start jerking him off some more.

“You like that?” I say, staring up at him while working his cock with my hand. “You like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat? Choking and gagging on it?”

He nods.

“It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” I say, getting off on the discomfort he feels when I talk dirty to him. It’s written all over his face. He likes it but doesn’t know how to react to it. It’s obvious this wasn’t what he was expecting tonight. In fact, from his deer-in-headlights look, I’m certain he’s never had a girl do anything like this before. Which just fuels me further.

I drop down onto the back of my legs and slide in closer to him. Then I go to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in my mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all the while still jerking him off.

“What about that?” I say. “You like that too?”

“Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

It makes me giggle to see how much he’s fighting his instincts. And ups my efforts even more, of course.

I grab ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeeze, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then I take both of his balls in my mouth and suck hard.

He makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Exactly what I was going for. I can feel him tensing up so I pop his balls out of my mouth before it’s too late.

“I’ve got more where that came from,” I say. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

He nods, his eyes wide. He’s totally mine, like a puppet on a string. I can’t help but smile. Men are so easy to manipulate. Just suck their cocks for a couple minutes and promise some more later and they’ll do whatever you want without the slightest hesitation.

I grab him by the cock and lead him over to the living room. Once we’re there I grab a throw pillow from the couch and drop it on the floor.

“Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” I say.

He does as he’s told. Without hesitation, of course.

I stand over him, one leg on each side of his body, standing directly over his hard cock and slide my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties and heels.

“What do you think?” I ask.

“I think you’re perfect,” he replies.

“Good answer,” I say with a smile as I unhook my bra and let it drop to the ground. I take a couple steps forward until I’m standing directly above his face. I start rubbing my pussy through my panties while looking down the length of my body at him.

“Do you want to see my pretty little pussy?” I ask.

He nods.

I slip out of my panties and stick two fingers in my pussy. They slide in easily; I’m already soaking wet; it doesn’t take much. I work my pussy with my fingers while looking down at Ryan. It excites me to watch him as he watches me play with myself.

After I’ve got my fingers nice and wet I pull them out of my pussy. “Do you want to taste it?” I ask.

He nods again.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Please let me taste your pussy,” he says.

“That’s better.” I bend down and stick my fingers in his mouth. “Suck my juices off my fingers. One at a time.”

Ryan does exactly as he is told. He’s a good little submissive, just as I knew he’d be. Momma’s boys always are.

“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Lick them clean.”

He does.

“Do you want me to sit on your face?” I say after he’s done with my fingers.

“Yes please,” he says.

Smiling, I squat over him, one foot on the carpet on each side of his head. My pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth but I don’t yet drop it onto him. I want to play with him some more. Taunt him. Tease him.

“Is this what you want?” I ask. “For me to sit on your face so you can lick my pussy?”

He nods vigorously. His breath is coming quickly now and his excitement is obvious.

I’m getting off too; Fucking is great, but dominating a guy, controlling the entire situation? Now that is incredible.

He reaches up and grabs my hips to pull me down onto him but I slap his arms away.

“Hands off,” I say. “This is my gig. I control the action. You don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Understand?”

He nods. His eyes are hungry with need.

Still squatting above him, I stick my fingers in my pussy, working it until my juices are dripping down onto his face. Once I’m good and wet I grab a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against my pussy.

“Lick it,” I say

He does as he’s told.

I let him work on my pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow. Then I go back to work on myself, rubbing my clit, working myself up. I knows he’s pining away for me to sit on his face by now but I’ve got some business to take care of first.

I continue rubbing my clit until I’m right at the point of orgasm. It doesn’t take long; it never does with me. But right before I cum I drop down onto my knees so my pussy is on top of his face. Still rubbing away at my clit, I grind my pussy into his mouth and start riding his tongue.

The pleasure is immense and immediate. I’m right at the point of cumming but I don’t slow down one bit; in fact, I get more aggressive, leaning forward and riding his face more intensely. His rigid tongue is sliding up and down on my pussy and his nose is pressing against my clit. A few seconds of that and then I’m cumming, my body spasming and a low, intense groan escaping from my throat.

Needing a little break, I lean back so I can watch Ryan’s eyes as he works my pussy with his tongue. His face is red and intense. He’s taking his job seriously. And he’s enjoying this. So I go back to work, dropping my pussy back onto his face and grinding away.

But he’s a bit too gentle for my tastes. I like to ride the edge of pain and pleasure, and he’s too much of a sub to get aggressive with me. So I have to take matters into my own hands. Literally. So I take one breast in each hand and pinch my nipples while he works on my snatch.

Working my nipples while he eats me out does the trick. Now that I’m good and warmed up again it’s time to mix things up. See how much I can get away with before he relents. Something tells me it’s going to be pretty far.

“Are you ready to taste my ass?” I ask.

He nods instead of speaking but this time I let him get away with it. After all, his mouth is being put to good use already.

I spin around on his face so I’m facing his cock (which is still sticking straight up despite not having been touched by me) then I use my hands to spread my ass cheeks and plop my asshole right onto his mouth.

He goes to work immediately, licking my asshole with urgency, like a man possessed.

“That’s right,” I say. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get your tongue in there and work it around. That’s right. Good boy.”

My talking seems to turn him on, as he goes to work more aggressively. Pretty soon his rigid tongue is slipping inside my asshole, tickling my insides.

I choke off sounds of pleasure (I don’t want him getting too confident) and start bouncing on his face, his tongue sliding deeper and deeper inside me every time I bottom out. It feels incredible, but I still need something more to get myself off again. So I stick my fingers inside my pussy and starts banging myself while he works my asshole with his tongue.

About a minute of fucking myself while he works my asshole and I’m right at the point of cumming yet again. I pull my fingers from my pussy and aggressively rub my clit, once again putting me over the top.

I let out a low, deep, animalistic moan as the orgasm rocks my body. This one is more violent than the first two, causing me to shake and shimmy. Ryan’s tongue slips out of my asshole but he continues licking away at it, prolonging my ecstasy.

I figure it’s time to reward him for a job well done so I lean over and take his cock in my mouth.

A little moan escapes from his throat but he doesn’t stop licking my asshole. In fact, he goes at it with even more fervor, using his hands to spread my asscheeks wide, making me gape and giving him even deeper access.

I suck his cock for a little while, bobbing up and down on it while my hand works his shaft, mixing up the depth and pressure to keep him on edge. I don’t want him getting into too good of a rhythm; I still need his cock inside me before we go on our date.

I can tell from the way his body is reacting that he’s pretty close to cumming so I lift myself up off his face and let his cock slip out of my mouth, giving him a chance to recover. And me a chance to mess with his head a little bit.

I turn and sit on the lower part of his stomach. My legs are on each side of his body and my ass is pressing back against his cock, providing just a little bit of pressure.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask, pretending like I’m genuinely concerned. Like I don’t know how he’s going to answer.

“Very much so,” he says.

“I’m not taking things too quickly, am I?”

“Not at all,” he says.

“Are you sure?” I say. “Because sometimes I can be a bit . . . pushy.”

“I like it.”

“Good,” I say. “So you want me to continue telling you what to do?”

“Yes,” he says.

I glare at him and my tone gets harsh. “Yes what?”

“Yes please.”

“That’s better,” I say, my glare turning into a smile and my voice softening. “Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sit on your face again and smother you until I have another orgasm. Then I’m going to ride your cock until you’re ready to cum. Then you’re going to shoot your load all over my face. Understand?”

He nods.

“If you do all things and do them well, then after dinner we’ll have another round just like this one. Except crazier. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great.”

“Of course it does,” I say. “Because you’re a perverted, dirty little boy who likes to get told what to do, aren’t you?”

He nods.

“Don’t nod. Say it.”


“Repeat it back to me,” I say. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

“I’m a perverted nasty little boy who likes to get told what to do,” Ryan says.

“Yes you are,” I reply. “Now stick out your tongue.”

He complies, of course.

I climb up his chest and straddle his face and pin his arms to the carpet, then drop my pussy right back onto his mouth, giving him my entire weight this time, completely smothering him with my flesh. Despite his lack of air, he goes to work on my pussy with vigor, licking and tonguing me while I continue to hold his arms down, making him all but helpless.

I do exactly what I said I was going to do; grind on his face until I cum, my pussy juices dripping out of me, drenching his face and getting in his mouth and up his nose and in his eyes.

Once I’m done I lift my pussy off his face and stare down at him, our eyes locked together. His face is red and he’s breathing hard and deep but he’s smiling widely.

Still squatting over him, I say, “You like it when I sit on your face, don’t you?”

Ryan nods.

I spit on his face.

“What about that? Do you like it when I spit on you?”

He nods again, his smile still wide and full of excitement.

I give him a slap on the cheek. Just a little one without much force.

“And that?”

Another nod. His smile has grown even larger.

I slap him again, harder this time. And again. And again. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. His cheek is bright red but still he’s smiling. And breathing more deeply than ever.

I return his smile. I just can’t help it. I’m having a grand old time.

“You really are a nasty little boy, aren’t you?” I say, wondering how far he’ll let me go with the abuse. Maybe after dinner I’ll try and find out. But right now I’m starting to get hungry, so it’s time to finish up round one.

I take a couple steps back so my pussy is right above his cock.

“Now I’m going to ride you,” I say. “But you’re going to tell me before you cum, right? I want your load all over my face.”

He nods.

“That’s a good boy,” I say as I squat down, grab ahold of his cock and slip it into my dripping wet pussy. With my hands on his chest for balance, I start moving my body up and down, slowly and deliberately, taking his entire cock from tip to balls, my pussy swallowing it with ease, my juices making things nice and smooth.

He gasps and closes his eyes, his face fixed in a scowl of concentration. I’m guessing he’s trying desperately not to cum, but even if he does, it’s not that big of a deal. After all, I had a feeling this was how the first part of the night was going to go, which is why I had him do all those things to me earlier. I wanted to make sure I got off multiple times before we went to dinner.

In fact, the way I figure it, the sooner he cums the better. Because then he’ll feel guilty about finishing up so quickly after he’s stuck his dick in me. Which means that later, after dinner, I’ll exploit that guilt to push his limits even further.

So I slip down to my knees so I’m straddling him and start riding him faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, my ass slamming down into his balls at the bottom of every thrust.

I put my hands on his thighs and lean back, changing the angle of penetration, tilting his cock backwards, increasing the pressure. I slide my pussy up and down on his cock a few times then start riding it in a circular motion.

I know he’s right at the point of cumming but he’s still holding back. He’s got more control than I expected. So I decide to take advantage of his submissive qualities to help him get there more quickly.

Still bouncing on his cock, I lean forward and wrap one hand around his neck, choking him while I fuck him.

His eyes widen and his smile returns. I can tell from the way his body is moving against me that he’s getting close. Time to put him over the edge.

Going back to the well once again, I slap him across the cheek with my free hand. He starts breathing faster. I slap him again, still choking him with my other hand and still bouncing aggressively on his cock.

He has to be close to cumming but still he’s not giving in. Which is good because riding and choking and slapping him all at the same time has me right on the verge of orgasm once again.

And then I’m there.

Grabbing his neck with my other hand too I choke him while I cum, my body shaking and shivering while I continue to impale myself on his cock.

Then, as if my orgasm triggered his own, he says, “Holy shit I’m gonna fucking cum,” like it was a single word.

I scramble off his cock and down to the floor, on my knees between his legs. I take his cock in my mouth and suck him off, tasting my sweet pussy juices as I do so, my lips working the tip of his cock while my hand works his shaft, the combination of my juices still on his cock and my saliva allowing me jerk him off with some serious speed and pressure.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he says as his body tenses up for a moment.

I pull my mouth off his cock but continue jerking him off as his body releases, sending warm, white milky liquid shooting everywhere. His load is massive; four full spasms and a couple of aftershocks. Some of his cum ends up on my face, some in my hair, some on my tits, some on his stomach and some on the floor.

Once he’s done I suck on the tip of his cock, eliciting every last drop from it, then make my way up his chest.

Trying to get a reaction from him, I lean in for a kiss, my face still covered with his cum. But he doesn’t even flinch, lifting his head to take my mouth in his. We make out for a little while before I break it off.

“So, shall we get cleaned up and go get some dinner?” I ask, acting as though this was a normal prelude to a first date with me. (And to be honest, it wasn’t all that out of character.)

“Sounds like a plan,” Ryan says, not missing a beat. He climbs to his feet and offers his hand to help me up.


It isn’t until we’re all cleaned up and about ready to leave for the restaurant when he finally broaches the subject I know he’s been thinking about since we finished.

“Sorry about that, by the way,” he says as he opens the door for me.

“Sorry about what?” I ask, playing dumb, even though I know exactly what he’s apologizing for.

“Not lasting very long earlier,” he says. “You caught me off guard. Next time I’ll do better.”

I smile inwardly. Men are so predictable it’s almost unfair.

“I’m sure you will,” I say, tilted my head up and giving him a little peck on the cheek. “Now let’s go get to know each other a little bit, what do you say?”

“Sounds good.”

I close the door and we head off on our date.






By this point, if you’ve read any of my other confessions, you know why I love escorts so much. But for those of you who don’t know, it comes down to this basic fact: You get exactly what you want whenever you want it with no hassle at all. Not to mention a wide variety of hot chicks at your disposal with just a simple phone call. What could be better than that? Nothing. At least I didn’t think so. But now I’m not so sure.  Things have changed in my world. Maybe it’s just temporary, or maybe it’s permanent. I don’t know yet. But what I do know is this: I had an experience that altered my perceptions.

It was a night with an escort, just like so many of the others, but this one turned out different. It was a function of the woman herself, a gorgeous, tactful, exotic, considerate,  grounded beauty unlike any other I’d ever been with. Now, don’t get me wrong, she was still a nasty-as-hell, fully functional, perverted sex machine, but she was classy. She was proof that there are women out there who can give me what I need sexually as well as fulfill me in other ways. (Of course, now the trick is finding one, but we’ll worry about that later.)

So here, for your appreciation, is my final night with an escort. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as I did. But I doubt it.




There’s a knock on my door. I take a deep breath and walk over to it and open it up, eschewing the peephole. I want to be surprised. And I am. In a good way.

The woman at the door is far more beautiful than I could have ever hoped for, standing just a few inches shorter than me with a slim, athletic body beneath her tight raincoat. Her long black hair is pulled back, showing off the perfect lines of her face. Narrow chin, high cheeks, big brown eyes, small nose, and thick, dick-sucking lips lined with dark maroon lipstick. Her skin is incredibly tan, golden brown, hinting at some exotic family background.

She holds out her hand, palm down. I take it and kiss the top of it, then lead her into the room.

I close the door behind us and by the time I turn around she’s already undone her raincoat and dropped it to the floor.

She’s wearing a tight, lacy black lingerie top that ends just below her perfectly proportioned, large but not too-large tits. She’s got a black bikini bottom and black lace stockings on her incredibly toned, muscular legs. She spins in place, showing off a tight, absolutely ridiculous ass and revealing little bows on the back of her stockings. She undoes a clip in her hair, letting it fall down her back, almost all the way to her waist.

Still facing away from me, showing off her ass, she turns her upper body and looks back at me.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks, her voice laced with the remains of an unfamiliar accent that confirms her exotic origins. Her smile is wide and appears genuine.

“Very much,” I say, stumbling even to get a simple sentence out. She’s so ridiculously gorgeous it’s throwing me off.

I’m used to getting a certain kind of woman, namely one with a specific flaw. Cute with only a so-so body, or an insane body with a decent face, or perfect except for jacked up teeth, something like that. But not this girl. She is just flat-out gorgeous, like a movie star, only with a slightly slutty edge. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect attitude, and just waiting to get fucked by me. It’s almost too much to handle.

“I like what I see too,” she says, stepping towards me. She grabs ahold of my arm, squeezes my bicep. “You have very big muscles,” she says. “Let’s see about the most important one.”

My heart is pounding as she runs her hand down my chest, over my shirt and jeans, coming to stop right at my crotch. She runs her hand over my jeans and starts rubbing the outside of my already rock-hard cock.

“So far, so good,” she says. “Do you mind if I take a closer look?”

“Not at all,” I say, trying (and failing) to control my breathing.

She unzips my fly and reaches in and pulls my cock out. “Oh my,” she says under her breath, her smile growing even wider. With her hand still wrapped around my shaft she says, “You have a very beautiful cock.”

Despite having done this sort of thing many times, I can’t help but blush. For some reason getting a compliment from her (even though it’s one I paid for) excites and embarrasses me.

“Thanks,” I say sheepishly.

She laughs. “What’s the matter? Is this your first time with someone like me?”

“Not even close,” I say.

“Then what is it? Are you just shy?”

“Not normally,” I say, laughing nervously under my breath. “But right now? Yeah. A little.”

“That’s okay,” she says. “You just relax and let me do the work. And when you’re feeling up to it, you can take over.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say, barely able to get the words out, highly doubting that I’ll ever feel up to taking control. Not over her.

With her hand still wrapped around my cock, she leads me over to the couch. Then she spins me around and gives me a little push, dropping me onto the cushions.

She reaches down and undoes my belt then pulls my jeans off. She drops down onto the floor, spreads my legs, and crawls in closer to me until her head is right in front of my stiff cock.

A thin sound escapes from my throat as she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock. She sucks on the head for a few seconds before pulling her mouth off with a pop. Then she starts working my cock over, never staying in one spot for more than a couple seconds, running her tongue down the length of the shaft, caressing my balls, sucking on them for a short time, then licking the tip, all while looking up at me, her big brown eyes locked onto mine.

“You want me to suck it?” she says.

I nod, unable to trust my mouth to form even the simplest of words.

She smiles again then takes my cock in her mouth and starts moving her lips up and down the shaft, hands-free, making it disappear with ease, her eyes still looking up at mine. Her hair is thrown back, allowing me a perfect view of her beautiful face as she sucks my cock.

And she sucks it like a pro, constantly varying the pace and the pressure and the depth to keep things fresh and keep the sensation heightened.

She takes my cock all the way down her throat and holds it for a few seconds, then pulls off, leaving it glistening with her saliva. She takes a couple of deep breaths, still smiling up at me, her hand now jerking me off, moving quickly along my slippery shaft.

After catching her breath she slips my cock back into her mouth and moves it in conjunction with her hand, sucking and jerking me off at the same time, her mouth making slurping and gurgling sounds as she goes to town on my cock. Her free hand runs down my thigh then comes underneath my balls and curls around my sack, caressing and jiggling my balls while she continues to suck my cock.

She pulls her mouth off my cock and slips her head further down beneath my legs. Her eyes still locked on mine, she takes my balls in her mouth, suckling and gurgling them, first one at a time, then both together, her hand continuing to jerk me off the whole time.

It feels so good I can hardly contain myself. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in an attempt to regain control. I’m a visual person and I’m hoping that by not watching her suck my cock it’ll keep me from getting too excited. It actually works, at least for a short time. But then her tongue bypasses my balls and ventures even lower.

I shudder and mutter a low obscenity the moment her tongue makes contact with my asshole.

“I take it you like that?” she asks, looking up at me from behind my balls, a little smile plastered on her face.

“I fucking love it,” I say.

“Do you want me to do it some more?”

“Yes please.”

She laughs and then goes back to work on my asshole, licking it like a kitten lapping up milk, moving slowly from back to front while she continues jerking me off with her free hand.

She suddenly shoves my legs even further back, pushing my knees towards my chest, giving her easier access to my asshole. She gathers up some saliva and spits on my asshole, then starts attacking it more aggressively with her tongue, putting more pressure on my sphincter, then sliding the rigid tip of it inside of me.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my fists curled up into balls in an attempt to counteract my excitement. I’m breathing hard by now, barely able to keep myself under control as she continues tonguing my asshole with reckless abandon. I’m perilously close to cumming but it just feels so damn good that I don’t want to tell her to stop.

I turn my gaze to the ceiling and try to count the little holes to distract myself just enough to stay on the edge without going over it. But my attention is thrust downward with the onset of a new sensation.

She has gone back to sucking my cock but there’s still pressure in my asshole. I realize with a start that she’s slipped one of her fingers in there and is sliding it in and out of my asshole while she blows me.

It feels incredible. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The pressure and the mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure in my rectum combined with the pure bliss of her mouth moving up and down on my cock is quickly pushing me over the edge. It’s all I can do to keep from exploding right there, all over her face and into her mouth.

With a deep sense of reluctance I crawl away from her, back into the couch, forcing her finger out of my asshole and her mouth off my cock.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, a look of confusion on her face. “You don’t like that?”

“Actually I like it too much,” I say. “Any more of it and I’m going to be finished way too soon.”

“Ahhh, I understand,” she says, smiling. “You need a little break, right? A chance to gather yourself?”

I nod.

“Okay, you just sit back and relax. I’ll give you a little show.”

So I do, leaning back on the couch as she drops onto the floor, her back to the carpet.

She slips her panties off and spreads her legs wide so her wet, shaved pussy is staring me right in the face, then slides her hand down her stomach, stopping at the top of her pussy.

With two fingers she starts rubbing her clit, moving slowly in a circular motion, staring directly at me the entire time. With her free hand she’s fondling her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple.

Her fingers start moving faster against her clit and her breath is coming harder and harder now. She bites down on her bottom lip and makes soft but intense groaning sounds under her breath. She slips her fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself, her juices making a sloshing, sucking sound as her fingers fly in and out of her pussy.

My dick is still standing straight up and it’s all I can do to keep my hands off it. I desperately want to jerk off as she plays with herself but I’m trying to exhibit a little self-control. But soon I realize it’s pointless.

She slips a third finger inside her pussy and I just can’t hold out any longer. My hand goes down to my cock and I start stroking it, slowly and gently, not wanting to increase my excitement too much further. After all, this is supposed to be when I’m cooling down a bit in preparation for what’s to come next. But she’s just so hot and sexy and obviously into what she’s doing that I can’t help myself.

  By now, she’s working herself with both hands, one with four fingers inside her pussy, slamming in and out, while the other rubs at her clit. It’s obvious from her face that she’s close to cumming but she still makes relatively little noise.

She increases the intensity until it’s about to boil over, then suddenly tenses up, her eyes wide, her neck straining as she reaches orgasm. She lets out a little gasp and her body shakes and shimmies a couple of times before falling still.

Smiling, she pulls her fingers from her pussy and brings them up to her mouth, where she proceeds to suck them dry of her pussy juices.

“Did you like the show?” she says once her fingers are clean. Her eyes are locked on mine, her smile as genuine as ever.

“Very much,” I say.

“Are you ready for me to sit on your cock now?”

Matching her smile, I nod.

She stands up from the floor and saunters over towards me. She climbs atop me, one leg on each side of my body, and lowers her pussy onto my stiff cock. It slides in easily, having been expertly warmed up already.

I utter a soft groan as she takes my cock all the way inside her, engulfing it, her pussy warm and wet and inviting.

She works her pussy muscles, expanding and contracting them, altering the pressure on my cock without moving up and down against it.

“Holy fuck,” I say softly, doing everything in my power to keep from cumming immediately. I’m holding my breath, afraid to let it out for fear that it’ll be all the excuse my body need to release.

Smiling, obviously enjoying the control she has over me, she leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat.

This does nothing to relieve the pressure; if anything, it ramps things up even further. For some reason I’ve always been turned on just as much if not more from kissing as from fucking, and when both are happening simultaneously it’s all but unbearable. Making out while fucking a girl is often the final thing that puts me over the edge. And that’s almost the case here. But her lips feel so good I don’t want to pull off. So I just tighten my reins a little tighter and try to hold on.

Luckily she breaks off the kiss right before it’s going to be a problem for me. Then she leans her body back and starts bouncing on my cock, slowly at first, working the entire thing from tip to shaft inside her pussy. Taking it right to the edge of popping out before slamming it back down.

Paradoxically, this relieves some of the pressure I’m feeling. I’ve always had an easier time not cumming when the fucking is fast and aggressive as opposed to slow and intimate. I’m not sure why but it holds true here too.

She slams her body into me harder and harder, riding my cock like crazy, her tits bouncing in my face, her hands pressing down on my chest while she stares directly at me. It’s perfect; I’m thoroughly excited but in no immediate danger of spilling over.

With my cock still planted deep in her pussy, she spins around so she’s riding me reverse cowgirl, her body turned slightly sideways towards me, one foot flat up on the couch, outside of my leg, and the other on the ground, inside of mine.

She’s riding me faster and faster, the new position allowing her to slam her body down onto mine with more force than ever before. But still I want more.

Her body is turned towards me just enough that her right tit is bouncing directly in front of my face, tempting me, taunting me. I crane my neck forward and start sucking on her rock-hard nipple while she rides my cock.

She moans and starts riding me even more aggressively, her body now slamming down on top of mine hard enough to make me flinch. But I like the pain so I bite down on her nipple so she’ll ride me even harder.

She obliges, uttering something in her native language under her breath and shaking her head from side-to-side and slamming down onto me with everything she has, our bodies coming together with an audible smack at the bottom of every thrust.

Despite the intensity that we’re going at it, she remains mostly quiet, which is fine by me. And actually it’s a bit of a relief considering how most of the escorts I’ve been with scream as loud as possible, perhaps thinking that’s what men want to hear. Which is correct, most of the time. But not always. Sometimes quiet intensity is preferable, especially when the girl is gorgeous and talented, like this one obviously is. She doesn’t need to scream to prove she’s having a good time. Her actions do it for her. And more effectively, I might add.

In fact, she’s so effective that I’m having trouble loosening up and letting things go. I feel like I’m back in high school and it’s one of my first times; I’m still slightly embarrassed by her beauty and even feeling a bit unworthy, even though I’ve paid her for her time. She’s so gorgeous it’s really kind of intimidating. I feel like a kid again, making it almost impossible for me take control.

She does her best to counteract this by taking the lead, but this just makes things even more pronounced, making me feel even more out of my league. It’s far easier to pummel a girl into submission when you see them as lesser than you, a view which most escorts are all too ready to enforce by their looks and outfits and attitudes. But a woman like this, so beautiful and sophisticated and sure of herself makes it almost impossible for me to get comfortable. I want to take control and fuck her like I fuck all the other escorts, but there’s something deep down inside me that isn’t allowing me to do so.

Luckily for me she seems to be used to having this kind of effect on men, so she has no trouble continuing to take the lead.

She climbs up and off my cock, spins around, and positions herself on her hands and knees on the couch. Her perfect ass is sticking up, just waiting for me to take her from behind.

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