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EROTIC POUNDING

8 DIRTY TALES

Featuring stories from:

Scotty Diggler

JT Holland

Taylor Jordan

Dirk Rockwell

Tory Mynx

Rickie Sheen

Copyright 2018 by AE Publications

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE COUGAR DOWN THE HALL BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

IN THE ASS ONLY BY JT HOLLAND

THE BEST ROOMMATE EVER BY TAYLOR JORDAN

SLUT WITH A CAPITAL S BY DIRK ROCKWELL

 ANAL PLEASURE BY TORY MYNX

LATE NIGHT FILTH BY DIRK ROCKWELL

TROLLING FOR MEN BY TAYLOR JORDAN

DIRTY ANAL THREESOME BY RICKIE SHEEN


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THE COUGAR DOWN THE HALL

COUGAR TALES: VOLUME TWO

SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

It was a Friday evening and Dan Evans was relaxing on the couch, watching ESPN, when his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. Normally he let calls from people he didn’t know go to voicemail, but something told him to answer this one. So he did.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” a vaguely familiar female voice said. “Is this Dan?”

“Yeah,” he said carefully, not sure what this was all about.

“Hi Dan, this is Gina, over on the other side of the building? I don’t know if you remember me.”

“Of course I do,” he said. How could he forget? They’d only met once but Gina was the kind of girl that left an indelible impression. She was older than him by at least ten years but was still sexy as hell, with a firm body and enormous breasts, plus an exotic face that had aged quite nicely. He’d seen her around from time to time, usually in the gym or tanning by the pool. She never had any problem showing off her body and he never had a problem looking. Staring, usually. But he’d only talked to her on that one occasion, the first time they’d met. Other than that he’d kept his distance, figuring she was so far out of his league that it wasn’t even worth trying to get to know her better. But maybe he’d been mistaken.

“I hate to bother you,” Gina said, “But I’m having a little bit of trouble with my wireless connection and I heard through the grapevine that you know a thing or two about computers.”

“That I do,” Dan said, a little deflated. He’d been hoping (even though it was completely irrational) that she’d wanted something more from him.

“Would you mind coming over and helping me out with it?”

Normally he didn’t do work for people in the building because it set a dangerous precedent, but for Gina he would gladly make an exception. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be in her presence, let alone inside her apartment, even if she was just using him for his expertise.

“It would be my pleasure,” Dan said. “When did you have in mind?”

“Well, if you aren’t busy now . . .”

“Not at all,” he said. “I’ll be over there in a minute or two.”

“That would be wonderful,” Gina replied. “You know where I am, right?”

“Not exactly,” he lied, trying to play it cool. “Which number are you again?”

“26B.”

“I’ll see you in a few.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said before hanging up the phone.

Dan changed into some clean clothes and gathered up a few of his things before heading over to the other side of the building.

As he walked he tried to keep his expectations down. Even though he thought he’d heard a note of anticipation in her voice right there at the end he figured it was just wishful thinking. What could a woman like Gina—and she was all woman, that was for sure—possibly want from him besides a little help? Unless she’d heard something about Kong. But there wasn’t much of a chance of that. He’d never screwed around with anyone in the building and he doubted Gina would have had any contact with any of the women he’d been with in the past.

Besides, even if she had heard stories about Kong, they usually just scared women off. Normal women, at least. Unless Gina wasn’t normal. There was always a chance of that, as remote as it may be. Maybe, just maybe—

He cut off the thought. There was no reason to get his hopes up. Surely Gina just wanted him to fix her computer and then be on his way. If not it would be a fucking miracle. Not to mention a dream come true. Neither of which he believed in.

Dan turned the corner and arrived at 26B. He took a deep breath and knocked. She answered it right away, as though she’d been waiting just on the other side of the door. She was dressed more casually than he’d been expecting, wearing only a loose-fitting, white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of red cotton shorts. No bra, no socks, no shoes. Her long brown hair was wet, as if she’d just gotten out of the shower and she wasn’t wearing very much makeup.

“Sorry about my appearance,” she said by way of greeting. “I really wasn’t planning on having any company this evening.”

“No need to apologize,” Dan said. “You look great.” He winced as he said it, realizing how lame it sounded. But it was true.

“Awww, you’re so sweet.” Gina said, sounding genuinely pleased. “Come on in.”

Dan accepted her invitation. She closed the door behind him.

“Thanks for coming over so quickly,” Gina said. “I’ve got one more thing I need to do before I’m done for the day. But I lost internet access, just like that. And now I’m stuck until it’s back up.”

“No problem at all,” he said. “Are you on a laptop?”

“Yeah,” she said, pointing. “It’s over there.”

Dan saw the laptop sitting on a table by the sliding door that led to the enclosed porch. He sat down at the table and took a quick look at the laptop. The problem was instantly apparent.

“Uh-oh,” he said, sounding grave.

“Is it bad?” Gina asked, wincing.

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Come on over here and I’ll show you,” Dan said.

He watched Gina as she made her way over. It was impossible not to. She filled up the room, making it seem like she was the only thing in it.

“See this button right here?” Dan said once she was standing over his shoulder. He pointed at a key on the top row of the keyboard, near the far right side.

Gina leaned forward to get a better look. Dan could feel her breasts pressing against his back. Her face was mere inches from his and it took everything in his power to keep to turning his head to the right and planting a kiss on her.

“I see it,” Gina said, placing her hand casually on his shoulder. “What about it?”

“See how the light next to it is red?” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

“Yeah.”

“That means the wireless connection is turned off.”

“And how do you fix it?”

“Well, it’s pretty tough,” he said. “What you do is you put your finger on it and press down. Like this.”

He pushed the key. The light turned green.

“Now it’s on,” Dan said. He clicked on the Internet Explorer icon and Gina’s home page came up on the screen.

“That’s it?” Gina said, incredulous.

“That’s it.”

“Fuck me,” she said, laughing softly. “Here I was all stressed out that my system crashed and it’s just one stupid fucking little key that got accidentally pressed. I feel so lame.”

“Don’t,” Dan said. “It happens all the time.”

“Bullshit,” Gina said. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“No, really, you’d be surprised at how often that key gets pushed. And how few people know what the problem is.”

“Well, I still don’t believe you but you’re sweet for saying so,” Gina said. “Now if you don’t mind trading places with me, I’ll finish this one thing up real quick and then we can get to know each other a little better.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Dan said, trying to mask his excitement with fake reluctance. “I don’t want to impose . . .”

“It’s no imposition whatsoever,” Gina said. “Really. Just grab yourself a beer and relax on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He was about to argue further in an attempt to keep up the appearance of reluctance but Gina’s attention was already on the laptop screen and he knew that it was unnecessary.

So instead he went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. On one of the shelves sat a case of Blue Moon, which just happened to be his favorite beer of all-time. He grabbed one for himself and one for Gina and opened them up.

Taking a little initiative (he figured she wouldn’t mind) he grabbed an orange off the counter and found a knife in one of the drawers. He cut two slivers of orange and squeezed them into the neck of the bottles until they were sticking halfway out, then headed back to the living room.

Gina had already finished up with her work and was sitting on the couch, waiting for him to return. He handed her one of the beers and sat down next to her, making sure there was a little bit of distance between them.

“How considerate of you,” she said, sliding the orange slice the rest of the way into the bottle, making it disappear. “I had no idea you were such a gentleman.”

“Neither did I,” he said, smiling.

Gina returned the smile and held her bottle up towards his. “A toast,” she said in a melodramatic voice. “To my stupidity. Without it we still would be unfamiliar neighbors, destined to look at each other from afar and never share a beer together.”

Laughing, Dan clanked his bottle against her then brought it to his lips and took a healthy drink. Gina did the same.

“I have to admit, I’ve never heard someone toast their own stupidity before,” Dan said.

“Yeah, well it seemed appropriate,” Gina replied. She shifted her body slightly and leaned over to set her beer bottle on the coffee table in front of them, giving him a straight shot down her shirt.

Dan couldn’t help but stare. It was impossible not to. And he figured she wanted him to. Otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she did.

His suspicions were confirmed with her next statement.

“I have a confession to make,” she said.

“A confession?”

Gina nodded.

“O-kay,” he said drawing out the word to reflect his confusion. “Go right ahead, I guess.”

“I knew how to fix my laptop on my own,” she said.

He took another drink from his beer to stall for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. But they didn’t want to come together. So he played dumb. But it wasn’t really an act. Not at the moment. “I don’t understand.”

“I faked it,” Gina said. “I pretended something was wrong.”

“Why?” he asked, still not understanding.

“Because I knew you would come over and fix if I asked you to,” she replied.

Even though Dan knew that whatever Gina was trying to tell him was blatantly obvious, the specifics of it still weren’t coming together for him. It was as though his mind wasn’t working properly, like he couldn’t comprehend what she was saying because it was so far out of the realm of possibility.

“Why?” he said again, knowing how ridiculous it sounded before the word was even fully out of his mouth.

She looked at him with a crooked little grin. “Why do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because I wanted to manufacture a reason to get you in my apartment, silly. That’s why.”

“Oh,” he said, still not quite understanding. Then he realized the purpose behind the way she was looking at him and it all came crashing down. “Ooooohhhh,” he said, finally getting it.

Now do you understand?”

“I think I’m starting to get the idea,” Dan replied.

“And what do you think of it?”

“Your idea?”

Gina nodded.

“I think it’s a great one,” Dan said.

“That’s good to hear,” Gina said, moving closer to him. They were as close as two people could get without actually touching. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this for some time now.”

“Really?”

“I’ve been watching you since the day you moved in,” she said.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Gina leaned back just a bit, feigning disappointment. “You hadn’t noticed?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Dan said. “I noticed you. Many times, actually. But I never thought that you noticed me. At least, not in that way.”

“What makes you say something like that?”

“Well, I am quite a bit younger than you.”

“You’re not that much younger,” Gina said. “What?” She made a pouty face. “Are you saying I’m too old for you?”

“No, not at all,” he said quickly. “That’s not how I meant it.”

“Then how did you mean it?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as if in anticipation of his answer. She was still pouting but it was obviously an act. Her eyes were dancing with mischief.

“I just figured I wouldn’t be experienced enough for you,” Dan said. “A woman of your . . . stature is undoubtedly used to a man who knows what he’s doing in bed.”

“And you don’t know what you’re doing? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then what would you say?”

Dan thought about it for a moment. He wasn’t used to a woman being so forward and unpretentious. It was a nice change but it took some getting used to. “I’d say I have the raw materials but not enough practice to use them to their fullest extent.”

“And why is that?”

“Honestly? Because most girls I’ve been with can’t handle it.”

“What? Your cock?”

He nodded.

“Really?” Gina said, sounding excited. She sat up a little taller and glanced down at his groin area. “It’s that big?”

“You hadn’t heard?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d heard the rumors,” she said. “They’re flying all over this building. But rumors are one thing. Confirmation is something else entirely.”

“Well, nothing has been confirmed as of yet,” Dan said. “But from what I’ve been told, it’s pretty large. Of course, I don’t go around comparing it with other guys, so I can’t guarantee anything . . .”

“Well, lucky for you I have a bit of experience in this matter,” she said. “Do you mind if I take a look?”

“I’d be honored,” he said.

Staying on the couch, Gina turned her body to get a better angle, then reached over and unzipped his fly. Moving deliberately, almost reverentially, she slipped her hand into his pants and wrapped her hand around the base of cock.

“Wow,” she said, giggling with pleasure. “You weren’t kidding about the size of it, were you? If anything, you seemed to have downplayed it.”

Dan shrugged. “I was afraid if I talked it up too much you’d be disappointed once you caught a glimpse of it.”

“That’s the last thing you have to worry about,” Gina said. “The only disappointment I have is waiting so long to get ahold of it.” Smiling widely, she glanced up at him. “Can I get a better look?”

“Be my guest.”

Gina slid Dan’s cock out of his pants with practiced ease. It was standing at attention, all nine inches of it, sticking straight up and rearing to go. Her hand was still wrapped around the base, right above his balls. She wasn’t moving her hand yet. So far she was just holding onto his cock and staring at it with wide, excited eyes.

“Holy fuck it’s big,” Gina said, her voice marveling. She was obviously impressed. There was no way to fake the enthusiasm in her voice. “Although big doesn’t really describe it properly. More like huge. Or humungous. Or gigantic.”

“One of my old girlfriends took to calling it Kong.”

“Sounds like a perfect name to me,” she says, still staring at his cock, her eyes dripping with anticipation.

“Of course, we weren’t together very long,” Dan said.

“Let me guess. She couldn’t handle it.”

“That’s right.”

“I’m not surprised,” Gina said as she started to slowly stroke Dan’s cock. “It takes a special kind of girl to handle a cock this size. One with plenty of skills and lots of practice. Not to mention a bit of a sadistic streak.” She flashed him a nasty little smile. “Lucky for you I have all three. Unless, of course, you don’t like what you see.”

“Oh I like what I see, all right,” Dan said. “I like it very much.”

“That makes two of us,” she said. “So let’s get down to business.”

Moving deliberately, heightening Dan’s anticipation, Gina undid his belt and the top button of his pants, then climbed off the couch. She pulled his shoes and his socks off, grabbed his jeans and pulled them off too, then did the same for his boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down. He finished the job, slipping out of his shirt.

“That’s better,” Gina said as she put her hands on his knees and gently spread his legs wider, then stepped forward until she was situated between his legs, standing over him.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his face turned up towards hers, his excitement growing as she stood over him, looking down on him. She was still fully clothed but this turned him just as much as if she had been naked.

Without another word, Gina dropped to her knees and went to work on Dan’s cock, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other works his balls. She popped the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking him off, her hand and mouth working in unison as her mouth dropped further and further down his cock with every thrust, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking his view.

Dan reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so he could get a better view of what she was doing to him. This just seemed to excite Gina further and she attacked his cock with even more energy than before. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, she easily took his cock three-quarters of the way down, farther than any girl had ever taken his cock before. And the way things were going he was certain she could take it even further.

As if reading his mind, Gina pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment to catch her breath. She winked at him and flashed him a nasty little smile then took his cock in her mouth once again, this time dropping her head all the way down on his cock until it had completely disappeared.

“Holy fuck,” Dan said, trying to keep himself under control. No woman he’d been with had ever even attempted to deep-throat him, let alone pulled it off.

And apparently Gina wasn’t content with just taking his entire cock in her mouth. She took things a step further by holding it there, all the way down her throat, for a full five seconds before gagging and pulling her head back and letting it slide from her mouth. His shaft was slavered in saliva, the tip white from the constriction.

Gina took a couple of deep breaths and looked up at him, her smile wide, her eyes leaking tears but full of excitement.

“Oh my god your cock is huge,” she said, laughing under her breath. “I almost couldn’t get the whole thing down.”

“You could have fooled me,” Dan said, still marveling at her skills. “It looked like you took it no problem.”

“It was a bit of a problem, believe me. But it’ll get better. I just need a little more practice. Do you mind if I give it another go?”

“Do I mind if you deepthroat me again?” Dan said. “Is that really a question you have to ask?”

“You wouldn’t think so, would you?” she said. “But you’d be surprised. Some men don’t like it because they’re afraid it’s going to make them cum too soon.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Dan said, smiling.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Gina said. She returned his grin then went down on him again.

This time she took him so deep that her nose was pressing up against his stomach. She turned her eyes towards his and looked up at him as best she could but because of the angle it was difficult to see much of them. He applauded the effort though.

She held his cock in her throat for a full ten seconds before pulling off, her head flying back as she gasped for breath.

“Holy crap you’re good at that,” Dan said.

“You liked that, did you?”

“You could say that.”

“Do you want to see what else I can do?”

“I can’t wait.”

Gina pulled her shirt off over her head, showing off her immense, glorious tits in all their splendor. Huge and firm and hanging perfectly, with giant silver dollar aureoles and nipples the size of pencil erasers. Dan longed to play with them, suck on them, smother himself in them, but before he could do any of those things, Gina gathered up the saliva leftover from her deep throat and spit it on his cock and started to stroke it.

Gina adjusted her position a bit, sitting higher up, so her tits were at the same level as his cock. She leaned in closer to him and spit on his cock one more time then stuck his dick between her tits.

“Oh my god,” he said as she wrapped her tits around his cock, squeezing them together so it wouldn’t go anywhere. He didn’t think things could get any better. Then she started to bounce.  

“Holy shit,” he said, moaning the words more than speaking them.

“You like that?” she asked. “You like fucking my big giant titties?”

Afraid his voice would betray him, Dan just nodded as Gina continued to bounce on his cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of his cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke.

She squeezed harder, engulfing his cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she continued to squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce. Dan wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. It simply felt too good.

Gina suddenly released his cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knew exactly how close he was to blowing his load. And based on how much skill she’d shown so far, he wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that she actually did know.

“That was fucking awesome,” Dan said as Gina climbed to her feet.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Gina replied, slipping out of her shorts and panties, leaving her as naked as he was.  “But that was only the beginning.”

“I can’t wait to see what comes next.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to wait long.”

And she meant it, straddling him on the couch as she spoke. With her eyes locked on his, she grabbed ahold of his hard cock and held it upright while she positioned herself over it and then dropped her body onto it, her smooth, shaved, soaking wet pussy accepting his monstrous cock with ease.

Gina immediately started bouncing atop him, impaling herself on his cock, taking him deep with every thrust. Her tits bounced in a mesmerizing rhythm—up and down in accordance with her movements.

As much as he enjoyed watching her tits move, they were just too close for him not to take advantage of. It wasn’t long until Dan had his hands around them, squeezing and groping and exploring every centimeter, reveling in their perfection.

Gina seemed to enjoy the attention he was paying to her breasts, as she leaned forward and started pounding away at him harder than before. Apparently she liked having her tits played with as much as Dan liked playing with them.

With Gina’s shift in position, her tits were right in Dan’s face, mere centimeters from his lips, so close that he couldn’t resist. He latched onto one of them, his mouth around her nipple, and started to suck.

Gina groaned and started hammering away on Dan even harder. He ran his hands under her ass and spread her cheeks apart, giving him deeper access to her pussy.

This turned Gina’s gyrations up yet another notch, to the point of her slamming her body down onto his with enough force to make him flinch at the bottom of every thrust.

The room was filled with the sounds of their animalistic grunts as Gina continued to hammer away on him, intent on getting where she wanted to go.

A few moments later she was there. A deep groan, followed by a string of obscenities and a little twist and shake of her entire body and then she fell still. Her hair was in her face and her chest was heaving and little rivulets of sweat ran down her neck. It was sexy as hell.

“Not bad,” Gina said, flinging her hair to the side. “Not bad at all.”

“Thanks,” Dan said.

“Ready for more?”

“Whenever you are.”   

“I’m ready now.”

“Then let’s go,” he said.

And with that, Gina spun on Dan’s cock, turning her body until she was riding him reverse-cowgirl, her legs on outside of his, her back to him, her ass pressing against the bottom of his stomach.

She grabbed Dan’s knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.

“There we go,” Gina said as she started riding Dan’s huge cock, bouncing up and down on him in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

His hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life.

“You like that?” she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock?”

Dan nodded.

“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Gina said, facing forward once again. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.” She put her hands on his knees and bent forward, then started pummeling him even more aggressively.

“Spank my ass,” she said.

Dan did as he was told without hesitation. Automatically obeying an older woman was something that had been ingrained upon him at an early age. Never in this context, of course, but his prior training took over.

“Harder,” she said. “Like you mean it.”

So he did, slapping Gina’s asscheeks in time with her thrusts.

“That’s it,” she said. “Just like that.”

Gina continued pounding away at him, smashing his balls as she dropped her body onto him with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed while he continued slapping her ass. It was glowing bright red but Dan didn’t let up one bit. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

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

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

Gina didn’t rest for long, however, almost immediately lifting herself off Dan’s cock. She turned to face him and then dropped to her knees, her head between his legs, her hand around his cock, her eyes locked onto his.

“I love the taste of my cum,” she said, licking his cock, cleaning it of her juices. “What about you? Do you like it when I lick my cum off your cock?”

Afraid that his voice would betray him, Dan could only nod.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” Gina asked between licks.

“Not really,” Dan said.

“That’s okay. I talk plenty enough for both of us,” Gina said. “Unless my mouth is filled up, of course.”

She flashed him a dirty little smile then wrapped her lips around his cock and took it in her mouth. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she bobbed up and down on his cock a couple of time before making it disappear completely. She held it in her throat for a few seconds before letting it slide back out of her mouth.

Still looking at him, her hair falling down over her face, Gina slapped his cock against her tits and rubbed the tip against her nipple, then took it in her mouth once again. She attacked his cock, alternating between sucking it and licking it and jerking him off, her energy at an all-time high for the evening. Her free hand wandered to his balls and started rubbing and playing with them while she continued working his cock with her mouth.  

 “Holy shit,” Dan said softly, turning his head up to the ceiling, hoping that by not watching her blow him he’d be able to last longer. But the allure of watching her work was just too strong, so after only a few seconds of looking at the ceiling his eyes were back down, locked onto Gina’s as she sucked his cock.

Dan leaned back and took a deep breath, trying desperately to hold onto his load. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He needed to switch things up, and quickly.

He lifted Gina up and slid out from under her to the other side of the couch. She sat down and turned to face him, a puzzled look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Actually you did too much right,” Dan said. “Kong needs a little break.”

“Ahhh, I see. How long do you need?”

“I’m not sure. A couple minutes, at the most.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “Do you want another beer while we wait?”

“Actually, I had something else in mind,” Dan said. He leaned in towards her and slid his hand down between her legs. “Kong may need a break but that doesn’t mean my whole body does.”

“Oh,” she said. “You dirty little boy.”

“That’s right,” he said as he started rubbing her pussy. “So just sit back and relax.”

“Take your time,” Gina said in a relaxed voice. “Talk all the time you need.”

 Dan laughed under his breath and went to work on her pussy.

 He rubbed the outside of her pussy lips for a little while before sliding two fingers inside of her. They went in easily, without any resistance. He started moving them back and forth, sliding them all the way in, slowly but surely picking up speed.

It wasn’t long before he was slamming them in and out of her, curling his fingers a little bit to hit her g-spot. He grabbed one of her legs with his free hand and pushed it out and up, spreading her out and giving himself more room to work.

“Holy fuck, right there, right there,” Gina said, her voice rising with every word. “Bang my fucking pussy with your fingers. Give them to me, holy shit that feels so fucking good!”

Dan slid another finger inside of her and continued banging away. His forearm started to burn but he ignored it. He was having too much fun getting Gina off to stop anytime soon.

Gina was bucking against him now, forcing his fingers even deeper inside her. “Oh my god don’t stop,” she said, her words running together now. Her face and chest were red with exertion. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop until I fucking come again holy fucking shit fuck fuck fuck!”

Her every word spurned Dan on further, fueling his vigor, helping him push through the pain that was rising in his forearm. Hopefully she got to where she needed to go quickly; as much as he didn’t want to let her down, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go.

Luckily he didn’t have to worry, as Gina bucked against him one last time and stayed there, his fingers deep inside of her pussy, her hand gripping his wrist, holding it in place inside of her as yet another orgasm racked her body.

“What is that, three already?” he said, a wave of satisfaction rising up in his chest.

“Four, actually,” she said.

“Holy crap. Do you always cum this often?”

“I wish.”

“So I’m doing something right?”

“You’re doing many things right,” she said. “But don’t get complacent, we’re not done yet. I need your cock inside me again.”

“If you insist,” Dan said. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with his cock.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Gina said, hooking her arms beneath her legs.  “Fill me up with that huge cock of yours.”

Dan lifted her ass up off the couch a little bit to give himself a better angle of entry and moved his cock in and out of her pussy, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base.

Gina took his cock easily, without flinching in the least, something he’d never experienced before. It was quite a relief, actually, not having to worry about hurting a girl while he was fucking her. It allowed him to open up more than ever before, to go after it without holding back.

And go after it he did, fucking Gina so deeply that his entire cock was disappearing inside of her and his balls were slapping up against her ass.

“Holy shit it’s so fucking huge,” Gina said, her eyes locked on his, her mouth turned up in a little smile. She was clearly enjoying herself. “Give it to me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else before.”

Dan again did as he was told, grabbing ahold of her leg and using it to anchor himself, pulling her body back into his as he hammered away at her pussy.

“That’s it,” she said between deep breaths. “Just like that. That’s what I need. Give me what I fucking need.”

Emboldened by her encouragement, Dan turned it up a notch, pushing down on Gina’s legs to open her up even more and then laying into her, pummeling her with everything he had, fucking her like he’d never fucked anyone else before, bringing himself right to the edge of orgasm.

Gina’s tits were flopping back and forth in a perfect rhythm, bouncing right in front of his face. They were mesmerizing, impossible to look away from, so big and beautiful and luscious.

Gina noticed him staring at them. “My tits are gorgeous, aren’t they?” she said.

“They’re perfect,” Dan said. And he meant it to. They were absolutely perfect.

“They look even better with sperm all over them,” Gina said.

Dan’s took a deep breath and bit down on his lip. Just envisioning Gina’s tits covered in his sperm was enough to put him over the top.

“Do you want to cum on them?” she asked.

“More than anything in the world,” Dan said. And again, it was the complete, honest truth.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Gina said. “Shoot your load on my huge fucking titties.”

Dan couldn’t hold out any longer. The physical pleasure combined with Gina’s orders had him obeying her almost immediately.

He slid his cock out of her wet, moist pussy and climbed to his feet, his body still between her legs. He held onto his cock in a death grip, trying to hold his sperm in until the very last second.

“Holy fuck,” he said, moaning more than speaking as his body tensed up for a moment before going past the point of no return. A jolt of electricity rocketed through his body as he came, his cock squirting thick ropes of sperm all over Gina. Five, six, seven bursts of cum, each slightly less strong than the previous one, but all quite potent.

Looking down, he could see Gina’s body covered with his sperm. Her tits, stomach, throat, and even some on her face. There were rivers of it, all feeding into a reservoir between her breasts. He’d never cum this much before, not even close.

“That was quite an explosion,” Gina said, laughing as she looked down at herself.

“An appropriate response for the evening,” Dan said, dropping down onto the couch beside her. “Although I feel like I owe you an apology.”

“For what?”

“Cumming so quickly,” he said.

“Oh, it wasn’t that quick,” Gina said, waving off his concerns. “You lasted longer than most men do with me.”

“Well, that’s something, at least.”

“It’s more than just something,” she said. “Especially with the size of your cock. It doesn’t matter how long you go, all that matters is that you make the girl cum. Multiple times if possible. Which you did.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Besides, it’ll get better. You know what they say, practice makes perfect. A few more times and we’ll be making magic.”

“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?”

“Not unless you want it to be.”

“Hell no,” Dan said.

“Good, because I’d hate to have to say goodbye to a cock like yours after only one night.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about that,” Dan said. “My cock will be available for you as long as you want it.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“I hope you do.”

“So tomorrow night then?” Gina said.

“That would be great.”

“I figure we can do things the traditional way next time. You know, dinner first? Maybe even a couple of drinks?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll come by at six.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

 

#####

 

IN THE ASS ONLY

SEX WITH STRANGERS: VOLUME TWO

JT HOLLAND

 

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 relationship material.

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 suitors. 

Like Shawna, 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 a white and black lingerie-style top and a black skirt. 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 Shawna, by the way.”

“I’m Mike,” 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 Mike?”

“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 patrons.

“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 time.”

“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 depends.”

“On what?”

“On you,” she said.

“How so?”

“Well, I’m pretty picky,” she said.

“About what?”

“Cocks. They have to be certain size or I’m not really interested.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded.

“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 her.

“Well,” I said after she’d let go. “What do you think?”

“Very impressive,” she said.

“Is it big enough for you?”

“Oh yes.”

“So does that mean . . .”

“That I’m going to ask you if you want to fuck me?” she finished.

I nodded.

“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 sex?”

“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 Shawna 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, Shawna 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 Shawna’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, Shawna 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, Shawna 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.

Shawna 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 pump.

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 throat.

Shawna 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, smiling widely.

“What did you think of that?” she asked.

“It was fucking incredible,” I replied.

“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,” Shawna said.

“For how long?” I asked.

“As long as you want,” she replied, her smile growing wider.

“What if you can’t breathe.”

Shawna laughed. “That’s kind of the point.”

“But what if I hold you there for too long?”

“You won’t,” she said. “Trust me.”

“All right,” I said. “If you insist.”

Shawna opened her mouth and turned her eyes up towards mine.

“Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

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 Shawna 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.

Shawna 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 Shawna. 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 mine.

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 held on.

Shawna’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 Shawna’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 Shawna’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,” Shawna 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?” Shawna asked.

“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,” Shawna 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,” Shawna said, nodding her head vigorously. “I do, I do.”

She turned around and dropped to her hands and knees. Her back was arched and her ass was sticking up in the air, pushing her skirt up above her ass, revealing for the first time the black and white panties she wore beneath. And also revealing the butt plug she’d had in her ass for at least the last hour, if not longer. It was being held in by her panties and had been concealed by her loose skirt.

“Holy shit, how long has that been in there?” I asked, marveling in amazement.

“The whole fucking day,” Shawna said. “I never leave home without my buttplug.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You truly are one dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

Instead of answering, she reached back and yanked the butt plug out of her asshole, leaving it gaping wide open.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” I said.

“You like my gaping asshole, do you?”

“I fucking love it.”

“Do you want to stick your cock in it?”

I nodded.

“Then come and get it,” Shawna said, giving herself a smack on the ass. “Destroy my asshole with that huge fucking cock of yours.”

“With pleasure,” I said, grabbing ahold of my cock and sliding it into her gaping asshole.

Shawna let out a little gasp and I uttered a low moan as I entered her. “God dammit that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Your cock is so fucking tight inside my asshole.”

“Yes it does,” I agreed as I moved my hips slowly forward and back, taking things slowly at first. “It feels fucking incredible.”

“Give me more,” Shawna said, working her ass back against my cock, forcing it deeper inside her. “I want it all.”

“You do it,” I said. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”

“Like this?” she said, slamming her hips back almost hard enough to knock me over. “Is that how you want it?”

“Just like that,” I said, bracing myself. “As hard as you want.”

And she did, hammering her ass back, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her asshole. Her ass cheeks bounced off my hips, rippling in waves as our flesh smacked together.

At one point, Shawna got a little too aggressive with my cock, popping it out of her ass. “Put it back in,” she begged. “Put that big cock back in my tiny little ass.”

So I did, slipping it effortlessly back into her asshole. The tip had barely even entered her when she started slamming back into me again, picking up right where she’d left off moments ago.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as she continued working her ass back against my cock.

“You like that?” she said, turning her upper body around so she could look at me. “You like it when I work your huge cock into my tight little asshole?”

“I fucking love it,” I said, giving her a smack on the ass to punctuate things.

Shawna smiled and nodded her head. “Do it again,” she said.

So I did, smacking her other cheek this time.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep slapping my ass.”

I smacked it again, first one cheek, then the other.

“That’s it,” Shawna said. “Harder. Make my ass fucking red.”

I honored her request with pleasure, smacking away with my palm, each blow sounding like a gunshot in the small room.

Shawna put her head down and let out a low, guttural groan, still backing her ass against me all the while. Then she slammed back one last time and held it there, my cock buried deep in her asshole, my hips grinding against her ass cheeks.

Her groan rose in intensity and then her body began to shake uncontrollably, shucking and jiving for a full five seconds before falling still. Then she took a moment to catch her breath

“Holy shit that was a huge orgasm,” Shawna said, looking back at me once again, her face filled with joy. “Getting fucked in the ass makes me cum so fucking hard.”

I laughed and shook my head softly. “Where did you come from?” I said. “And where have you been my whole life?”

Shawna flashed me a wide smile and gave me a wink. “I want to taste my ass,” she said. “Can I clean your cock off with my mouth?”

“Be my guest,” I said.

Shawna crawled forward slowly, sliding her ass off my cock inch by inch, until it was completely free of her asshole. Then she turned her body around so her head was right in front of my cock. It was still as hard as ever and sticking straight out, flat as a board, with no limp whatsoever.

“Pretty damn impressive,” she said before opening her mouth wide and sliding my cock into her mouth without using her hands.

“Right back at you,” I said under my breath as she moved her head forward and back, taking a little bit deeper each time, cleaning my cock of her ass juices.

Shawna’s head was turned up towards mine, our eyes locked together as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep in her throat.


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