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I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Riley. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

“Hey Riley, what’s up?” I said.

“Are you busy?” she replied.

“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

I laughed. Riley wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 21-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Riley said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

“I’ll be waiting.”

I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Riley was. It simply wasn’t possible.




I showed up at Riley’s door half an hour later.

“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Riley it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties,  and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Riley was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

She nodded.

“What did you do this time?” I asked.

“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Riley it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 21-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Riley scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Riley couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted.  She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

“Fine,” Riley said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.

“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

“You think so, huh?”

She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

“You’re sure about that?”


“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.

“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.

“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.

“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”

“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.

But Riley didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.

Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.

Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.

“Is that all you got?” she said.

“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”

“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”

“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.

She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.

“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.

“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.

“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”

I slapped her again.

This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”

I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.

“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”

I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.

“Harder,” she said.

I obliged.

“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.

So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.

“Harder!” she screamed.

I slapped her yet again.

And again.

And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.

But Riley was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.

“On your knees,” I said.

She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.

We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Riley and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.

“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Riley replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”

She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”

“Since when is tonight about what I want?”

“Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”

She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”

“No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”

“I guess you will,” she said.

Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.

“Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.

“I guess I could do that much,” Riley said. She opened her mouth.

“Tongue out,” I said.

She did as she was told without comment for once.

I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”

As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.

Using Riley’s hair to control her movements, I pulled her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth, not stopping until she was deepthroating me. Once my cock had completely disappeared, I held her head in place, my cock planted firmly in her throat, her nose touching my navel, her lips pressing against my jeans.

Caught by surprise, Riley was coughing and gagging and trying to pull off my cock, but I didn’t let her, riding her face like a rodeo cowboy rides a bull, shifting my hips to stay with her as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.

“You’re not talking any shit now,” I said. “It’s kind of hard when your mouth is full.”

I held on for another couple of seconds before letting her go. Her head snapped back and a river of saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she gasped for breath.

Seeing Riley in distress just turned me on more. It was so rare to break through her defenses that I decided to capitalize on the situation before she fully recovered. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. Then I again grabbed two handfuls of her hair. But this time instead of bringing her towards me, I pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall. She was still trying to fill her lungs with air when I slid my cock back into her mouth.

Instead of forcing her to deepthroat me, I pumped her open mouth with my cock, slamming it in and out of her in long, slow strokes, pulling it out of her for a couple seconds at the end of each thrust, giving her a chance to breathe.

“Look up here,” I said. “The least you can do is look at me while I fuck your face.”

She turned her eyes towards me and stared at me with defiance dripping from them.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, my voice laced with mock praise. Strangely, I was just as turned on by the look she was giving me as I was from the sensation of my cock in her mouth.

30 seconds later, I’d risen a little too close to orgasm for my own good. I needed a break. Plus I wanted to reward Riley for a job well done. So I pulled my cock out of her mouth, bent down, picked her up, threw her over my shoulders, and carried her into the bedroom.

Once there, I tossed her down on the bed, her back on the mattress and her legs up in the air. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, as far as they would go. They were sticking straight out, knees locked, leg muscles tight.

“Hold them there,” I said.

Riley grabbed the heels of her boots and held her legs in position, wide open and beckoning.

Still standing, I looked down at her, taking in her whole body before proceeding. Her white panties were soaked through, allowing me to see her pussy behind them. Her shirt was still covering her tits, but I left it on. There’s something about fucking a girl that’s still clothed that turned me on immensely.

I grabbed Riley’s hips and slid them towards me until her lower half was right at the edge of the bed. From this angle, with me standing and her lying on the bed, my cock was hovering right over her pussy as if showing me where it wanted to go. For a moment I was tempted to stick it in her, but the temptation quickly passed. I had some other things that I needed to do is first.

Reaching down, I grabbed ahold of Riley’s panties and yanked them aside, revealing her cleanly shaved, luscious little pink pussy. I turned slightly to the side to give myself a better angle, then slid two fingers inside her.

I started off slowly, moving them back and forth with the purpose, rubbing the underside of her clit, something that I knew drove her crazy. I gradually picked up steam, moving my fingers faster and faster in and out of her. Riley had told me before that she liked getting fingered just as much as she liked getting fucked, if not more, and it showed in her face. She was trying to maintain her façade of indifference but was losing the battle. And when I curled the tip of my fingers upward and went to work on her G-spot, she gave up entirely.

Her face was a curious mixture of pleasure and anger, as though she was mad at herself for feeling so good. I paused for a moment to slip a third finger inside her pussy then immediately picked up right where I’d left off, slamming my fingers into her hard enough that her legs started to buckle, bending at the knee.

I immediately pulled my fingers from her pussy. Riley groaned in disappointment, a sound that turned into a yelp of surprise when I smacked her pussy with my open palm.

“What the fuck was that for?” she asked, her legs folding even further.

“Did I say you could relax your legs?” I asked.

She shook her head and pulled her legs taut once again.

“That’s better,” I said.

“Now will you stick your fingers back in me?” she asked.

Her need had taken her attitude down a notch, something that almost always happened. She started out talking shit but as she got more and more into the physical aspects of the evening, she started to mellow out. Her attitude never truly disappeared, but it definitely went into hiding as the needs of her body began to trump her personality.

“That depends,” I said. “Can you keep your legs tight no matter what I do to you?”

Riley nodded.

I gave her another smack on the pussy. She yelped again and flinched but didn’t fold her legs this time.

“Are you sure?” I said. “You almost collapsed right there.”

“I’m sure,” she said, a hint of defiance rising again.

I smacked her again, this time on the inner part of her thigh.

She held tight.

I smacked her other thigh, harder this time. The sound echoed about the bedroom.

She bit down on her bottom lip but still she didn’t fold her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “I think you’ve earned my fingers again.”

So I gave them to her, sliding all three inside her pussy. They went in even easier than they had earlier. Apparently getting smacked around turned Riley on just as much as a good finger-banging.

I put my left foot up on the bed and leaned forward, altering the angle of penetration and allowing me to slide my fingers even deeper inside her. I pushed them in until they were well past the knuckles and held them there as her pussy clenched tight.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Riley said as I started sliding them back and forth deep inside her, exploring her insides. Her legs were quivering but she held on tight, not letting them falter.

I hammered my fingers into her, trying to get Riley to cave, but still she held her legs to the side, her knees locked out and her thighs rock-hard. My head was right above hers and she stared up at me, her eyes laced with defiance even as the rest of her features gave in to the pleasure. She was intent on outlasting me, taking as much as I could give her without folding again.

There was no way that was going to happen, of course. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. It was time I broke one out.

While my right hand still pounding away at her pussy, I reached down with my left and tore her blouse open, popping the buttons off and exposing her firm, perky little tits.

I groped one for a moment, then pinched the nipple. Riley gasped but didn’t relax her legs. I gave her other breast the same treatment. She reacted the same way, still not even coming close to collapsing her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

Riley didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.

“You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”

“Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.

 “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.

“Go ahead and try,” she spat out.

I laughed softly. Riley certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.

“If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.

Riley’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.

Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.

Riley’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.

Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.

I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.

She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.

“Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.

Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Riley said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.

“I take it you liked that?” I said.

Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.

Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Riley’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”

She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.

I slipped all three fingers into Riley’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.

“Whatever you say,” she replied.

I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.

“After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Riley said.

 “That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”

“It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”

“But what if I want you to still be a punk?”

“Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”

I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.

“Well, this is real,” Riley said.

“Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”

“Who says you can’t still?”

“I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Of course it would,” Riley said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”

“So you actually do like it?”

“I fucking love it,” Riley said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”

I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Riley’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.

Riley sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.

While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Riley grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.

I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.

“You like that, don’t you?” Riley said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”

I nodded.

“Come on,” she said. “Give it a try.”

I reached out and gave one of her tits a half-hearted smack.

“You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.

I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.

“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”

So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.

“Harder,” she said.

I did.

“Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.

I slapped her again, making her flinch.

“That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”

I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.

 “Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.

I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.

My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.

“What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.

I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.

For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.

Looking down at Riley’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 21-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?

For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Riley.

“Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”

So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Riley, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.

Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.

“Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.

“It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ago. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”

I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.

“I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Riley said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”

“Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”

She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”

I stared at her for  a moment then snorted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”

“There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”

“Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.

“It is something,” Riley replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”

It should have concerned me that a crazy 21-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.

“Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.

“That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”

“Who’s Carrie?”

“One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”

“So you do to her what I just did to you?”

“Hell no,” Riley said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.

“I’m sure you would,” Riley said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”

“For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”

“I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”






My travels last week had me in San Diego, California, one of my favorite places in the whole country. With it’s perfect year-round weather and old-school California lifestyle, San Diego is as relaxing as it gets. While some of the creeps that inhabit Los Angeles and Orange County have made their way down south, it’s still quite a ways away—both literally and figuratively—from its northern neighbors.

And the women . . . well, let’s just say that it’s about as nice as place anywhere in the world for hot women.

A couple years back, I ran across one such woman. Her name is Adriana. Part Hispanic, part Irish, and all woman, Adriana is a real firecracker. She’s 26 years old, with wavy, light-brown hair, an adorable, sexy face, hazel eyes, small nose, full lips, and a body to die for. She stands right around five and a half feet tall and weighs 125 pounds, with long, athletic legs, toned arms, washboard stomach, firm, ripe tits and ass that makes me want to cry.

Needless to say I was looking forward to spending a few days with her.




After taking a cab from the airport, I knocked on Adriana’s door at just after 10pm. A few seconds later she answered it, wearing nothing but a lacy pink top and white and pink striped panties.

I stood there staring at her for a moment, marveling at her, as I always did, drinking her in with my eyes.

“Hey there,” Adriana said, flashing me a sly smile, reveling in the way I was looking at her. “Do you like my outfit?”

“I fucking love it,” I said. “You look incredible.”

“Ahh, thanks, baby,” she said. “You’re looking pretty fucking hot these days yourself.”

“Yeah right,” I said, laughing softly. I’d been on a plane for the last eight hours and I was feeling it, from my wrinkled clothes to my messed-up hair.

“I’m serious,” she said, holding the door open wide as I walked in. “I like the rumpled-up look.”

“Is that right?” I asked, moving in close to her as she closed the door.

“Yes it is,” she said, her grin growing wider as I took her in my arms.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I said before slipping my tongue between her lips.

We made out for a little while, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths while our hands kept themselves busy. I had just run my hand under her flimsy little blouse when she unexpectedly broke off our kiss and took a half step back.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, confused.

“Nothing,” she said, smiling wider now as she looked at me closely, obviously enjoying my confusion. “Why?”

“Because you’re acting funny,” I said.

“Am I?”

I raised my eyebrows and nodded.

“That’s because I’m excited,” Adriana said.

“About what? Me being here?”

“That,” she said, putting one foot in front of the other and tilting her head sideways in a playful manner. “And something else.”

“What?” I asked, laughing under my breath.

“Follow me and you’ll find out,” Adriana said. And with that, she took my hand and led me upstairs.

I was expecting us to turn into her bedroom but we kept going past it, towards the back room, which was set up like a family room, with a plush leather couch and an entertainment center. As far as I could remember, we’d never really spent much time in it.

Adriana was giggling softly, obviously excited about something. Which was unlike her; normally she was pretty stoic and not prone to giddiness.

But once we entered the room I understood exactly where she was coming from. One glance at the couch and I was starting to get giddy also.

Sitting sideways on the couch was a tall, leggy blonde. She was a couple years younger than Adriana and just as cute, but in a different way. Taller, for one, maybe 5’10”. Long blonde hair. Brown eyes. Pale skin. A softer body than Adriana, with thinner legs and smaller tits but just as sexy.

“Jesse, this is Molly,” Adriana said. “Molly, Jesse.”

“Pleased to meet you,” I said.

“Hey there,” Molly said, looking up at me with a lazy smile and sleepy eyes.

“So I was telling Molly a little bit about you the other day and she said she wanted to meet you,” Adriana said, flashing a knowing glance at me. “And, you know, get to know you a little better.”

“Is that right?” I said, my excitement level rising even higher. I was already salivating at getting freaky with Adriana, but getting her friend involved too? That was too good to be true.

“Yes it is,” Adriana said. “Right Molly?”

Molly nodded.

“Sorry,” Adriana said. “You’ll have to bear with Molly. She’s a little bit shy.”

“No problem,” I said. “I like ‘em like that.”

“What?” Adriana said, giving me a look of mock consternation. “I thought you like them loud and raunchy and out of control like me.”

“I do, I do,” I said, smacking Adriana on the ass. “But I like them shy too. And I especially like having one of each at the same time.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Adriana said, grabbing my cock and squeezing it hard enough to make me flinch while Molly giggled from over on the couch. “Luckily for you I like my women shy too. Especially when I have a strong man with me.”

“Then it sounds like a perfect situation for both of us,” I said. “What about you, Molly?” I added, flicking my chin in her direction. “What do you think of this little setup?”

“I think it’s perfect,” she said, her wry smile growing larger.

“Then what are we waiting for?” I said. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Indeed,” Adriana said, grabbing my hand and leading me over to the couch. As Molly sat up, Adriana turned me around so my back was to the couch and gave me a little shove. I dropped back onto the couch, sitting normally, and Adriana sat down next to me so I was in between the two women.

Sitting on either side of me, Molly and Adriana started making out with me relaxing in between them. I sat back and watched, letting them do their thing, knowing that they’d get to me in good time.

The two women explored each other’s tonsils for a bit before Adriana started going to work on Molly’s tits, licking and sucking on her nipples.

While Adriana played with Molly’s tits, Molly’s hands dropped down to my groin area. She unzipped my zipper and pulled my cock out of my pants and started jerking me off, getting me nice and hard.

Once Adriana saw my cock, she immediately pulled her mouth off Molly’s nipple and dropped her head down to the same level as my cock.

“You have such a nice cock,” she said, looking up at me. “Do you mind if I suck it?”

“Be my guest,” I said.

Adriana wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock and gave it a good suck before popping her mouth off of it.

I shivered and let out a little gasp.

Adriana laughed. “A little sensitive tonight, are we?” she said.

“Just a bit,” I replied.

“Or maybe just a bit too excited,” Adriana added.

“That too,” I said.

Smiling, Adriana said, “Well you’d better learn to control that. Because if we don’t get what we want out of you tonight there’s going to be problems. Isn’t that right Molly?”

Molly nodded emphatically.

“I’ll do my best,” I said.

“You do that,” Adriana replied before taking my cock in her mouth once again.

She was an electric cocksucker, attacking my cock more than sucking on it, gagging noises coming from her mouth while saliva dripped everywhere.

While Adriana worked my cock, Molly leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth. We made out passionately while Adriana continued blowing me like a pornstar.

After a short while the two women traded places.

Molly’s cock-sucking technique was different than Adriana’s. She took her time, using her tongue in a variety of different ways, taking things far more slowly than her friend. On the other hand, Adriana kissed like she sucked cock, aggressively thrusting her tongue into my mouth and exploring it with intensity.

Half a minute later, Adriana released her hold on my lips and turned her attention back to Molly. While her friend continued to suck my cock, Adriana grabbed ahold of Molly’s hair and held it up above her head.

With her hair now out of the way, I could clearly see Molly’s face as she slowly went all the way down on my cock, taking the entire thing in her mouth before coming up for air.

“Goddamn that felt fucking good,” I said, shaking my head in amazement.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” Adriana said as Molly caught her breath.

“I’ll say.”

“That was amazing,” I said to Molly.

“Thanks,” she whispered in a soft voice while flashing me a shy smile.

I realized that was the first word I’d heard her say since we’d starting getting freaky. Adriana hadn’t been joking when she’d said that Molly was a shy one. But that was perfectly fine with me; the contrast between the two women made for a very interesting dynamic, one that I found quite titillating.

“Yeah, she’s coming along pretty good,” Adriana said. “But she still can’t hold a candle to the master.”

“Is that right?” I said, challenging Adriana with my tone.

“Damn straight,” Adriana said, flashing one of her trademark smirks, letting me know she’s not going to fall for my little tricks. Her look says that she’ll deepthroat me, but it will be at a time of her choosing, not mine.

Just to prove her point, Adriana stuck her tongue in Molly’s mouth and they started to make out. Half a minute later, Adriana broke off the kiss and without saying another word, dropped her head down and took my cock in her mouth.

She immediately took me all the way down, deepthroating me with ease. She held my cock inside her throat, her lips touching my balls and her nose pressing against the inside of my leg.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath as I tried desperately not to cum. Her throat constricting my cock felt too good to handle for any length of time. If Adriana didn’t pull up soon, I was going to shoot my load right then and there.

Finally, a good ten seconds after she’d gone down on me and no more than two seconds before I would have shot my load down her throat, Adriana pulled her head off my cock, leaving it glistening with saliva and the tip white with the loss of blood flow.

She didn’t so much as gasp or gag or anything the whole time, and even now, as she gathered breath back into her lungs, she seemed no worse for wear.

“You weren’t kidding about being the master,” I said.

“I told you,” she replied.

“You certainly did,” I said. I knew my cock couldn’t take any more sucking before it burst at the seams, so I decided to mix things up.

I climbed to my feet, pulling my cock out of Molly’s mouth and separating my mouth from Adriana’s.

“What’s this?” Adriana said, giving me that sly little look of hers.

“You’ll see,” I said as I picked Molly up off the ground and dropped her on the couch, face-up. As she giggled, I grabbed her legs and pulled her towards me until her ass was hanging off the front of the couch and the back of her head was where the seat cushions and back cushions met.

Once Molly was in position, I spread her legs wide, then started licking her pussy. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan of pleasure.

“I like where this is going,” Adriana said. Without saying another word, she climbed onto the couch, straddled Molly’s face, and dropped her pussy right onto her friend’s mouth.

While still eating Molly out, I inserted two fingers into her pussy. I banged her until she was moaning in pleasure, her cries muffled by Adriana’s pussy, which was still planted firmly on Molly’s mouth.

My eyes were turned up to watch Adriana lift herself up, giving Molly a chance to gulp a couple lungfuls of air before dropping her ass right back down on Molly’s face. She rode Molly with the same intensity she’d shown while sucking my cock.

Adriana looked down and saw me watching. She flashed me her trademark dirty little smirk.

“Do you like watching me sit on Molly’s face?” Adriana asked. “Does it turn you on to see me smothering her with my pussy?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

“It turns me on too,” Adriana said. “It makes my pussy so fucking wet. Do you want to see how wet it is?”

I nodded.

Smiling, Adriana flipped herself around so she was on her hands and knees, face-to-face with Molly, her ass and soaking wet pussy directly above my face.

“Well,” Adriana said, turning to look back at me. “What are you waiting for? Lick that pussy just like you were licking Molly’s.”

“If you insist,” I said, lifting my head up until it was at the same level as Adriana’s ass. After staring at her pretty little pussy for a moment, I dove in, burying my face between her legs.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Adriana said as I explored her insides with my tongue. “Get in there. Smash that face against my pussy.”

So I did, pressing my head forward until my entire universe existed solely of Adriana’s insides. Her juices covered my face, filled up my every pore, and I breathed her smell into my lungs.

Feeling bad for Molly, I felt around with my fingers until I found her pussy. Then I slipped three fingers inside her, banging away at her snatch while I ate out Adriana’s pussy.

I kept my face buried in Adriana’s pussy for what seemed like an eternity before finally pulling back to get some air.

As I breathed in, I watched Adriana and Molly making out some more, their lips pressed together and their hands running up and down each other’s bodies.

I slid my fingers out of Molly’s snatch and slipped them directly into Adriana’s. She uttered a little groan and turned to look back at me.

“Fuck my tight little pussy with your fingers,” she said. “Bang me like there’s no tomorrow.”

I did as I was told, hammering my fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy, finger-fucking her.

“Harder,” Adriana said, her breath ragged. “Give it to me harder!”

I climbed to my feet to give myself more leverage and started banging away at her with everything I had.

“There we go,” Adriana said. “That’s what I’m taking about!” And then she thrust her tongue back into Molly’s mouth and they continued making out, more aggressively than before.

After banging away at Adriana for a bit, I felt a hand around my cock and realized that Molly had reached down and started stroking me. This just got me more excited and I started pounding away at Adriana’s snatch even harder, causing her to moan and groan like never before.

A few seconds after that, Molly guided my cock towards her pussy and scooted her body forward, forcing my cock inside her. Her pussy was dripping wet and smooth as silk.

“Holy shit,” I moaned as her warmth engulfed me.

I was in a slightly awkward position, on my feet but crouching down, my fingers still inside Adriana’s snatch making it difficult to do much moving around. But Molly took care of that, moving her body forward and back, fucking my cock with her pussy.

It felt so good that I didn’t even realize I’d stopped banging Adriana until she called me on it. My fingers were still planted in her pussy but were no longer moving.

“What the hell happened?” she asked, turning her upper body to look back at me. Then she saw what was going on. “Oh,” she said with a laugh. “Now I understand.”

Adriana climbed to her feet, forcing my fingers from her pussy and allowing me to shift my position, giving me more leverage over Molly. Now, with my knees on the couch, I grabbed ahold of Molly’s ankles and pushed back on them, holding her legs against the back of the couch and folding her in half.

With this newfound leverage, I was able to pummel Molly’s pussy, hammering away at her, my body slamming into hers, causing her to yelp repeatedly.

There was a slightly pained look on her face, which forced me to slow things down a bit and not give it to her quite so hard.

“What are you doing?” Adriana said. She had climbed to her feet and was standing behind the couch, facing me, looking down on us.

“What do you mean?” I asked, still fucking Molly.

“You let up on her,” Adriana said. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

I shrugged.

“It’s because she had a pained look on her face, isn’t it?” Adriana said.

I shrugged again. “Maybe.”

“Fuck that,” Adriana said. “That look just means you’re doing things properly.” Looking down at Molly, she added, “Isn’t that right?”

With her face still screwed up in a mask of discomfort, Molly nodded her head.

“You like getting pounded, don’t you Molly?” Adriana said.

Molly nodded again. “I love it,” she said, her voice as soft and shy as ever. “Fuck that little pussy with everything you have. Give me all you got. I can take it.”

Something about hearing that shy, soft voice talk dirty to me was intoxicating. It turned me on more than anything so far. And I certainly couldn’t defy it. So I positioned myself for maximum leverage and started hammering away at Molly harder than ever before.

“There you go,” Adriana said. “That’s much better, right Molly?”

Molly nodded emphatically. The look of discomfort had returned to her face but this time I didn’t let it faze me. In fact, it fueled me to fuck her even harder.

“That’s a good boy,” Adriana said. She’d grabbed ahold of Molly’s legs and held them in place back behind her head, allowing me to grip the back of the couch and give myself even more leverage than ever before. “Fuck that tight little pussy. Show her what it’s like to get fucked by a real man. Break her in half. Fucking destroy her! Don’t let up until she cums. Not until she cums all over your cock.”

And so I did, pounding away at Molly until her entire body tensed up and then released in a burst as an orgasm crashed over her. Her legs shook and her mouth was open in a silent scream and her eyes were wide for a good five seconds before she relaxed once again.

“Very good,” Adriana said, coming around the side of the couch as I paused to catch my breath. My cock was still inside Molly but I wasn’t moving against her. “Now it’s my turn. I hope you have some more energy. Because you don’t get to cum until I do.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said.

“Not good enough,” Adriana said. “You need to fuck me until I cum, understand? Failure to make me cum before you do is unacceptable.”

“I got it,” I said, laughing.

As Molly watched on with amusement, Adriana climbed onto the couch, flipping herself over so she was on her knees, her ass in the air right in front of me.

I licked Adriana’s pussy from behind for a few seconds before sliding my cock into her. She immediately started bouncing back against me, as energetic as always. Loud moans of pleasure and a series of curses escaped from her mouth with every thrust.

Molly sat up on the couch alongside Adriana, but facing the opposite way, her chin lying on top of Adriana’s ass, her mouth just above Adriana’s asshole. As I fucked Adriana doggy style, Molly grabbed one of Adriana’s ass cheeks with each hand and spread them apart, opening her up to me.

“Holy shit,” Adriana said. “That feels so fucking incredible. Open me up more,” she said to Molly. “Hold my ass cheeks open as far as they can go.”

So Molly did, pulling on Adriana’s asscheeks, spreading them wide and revealing her asshole. I was tempted to start playing with it, but knew that if I did it would be all over within seconds, so I stayed away and focused my attention on pummeling Adriana’s pussy.

And pummel it I did, hammering my entire body into hers, my hips slamming into her ass hard enough to push her forward with every thrust.

After half a minute of fucking Adriana from behind, Molly grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it out of Adriana’s pussy. She took my cock in her mouth and gave it a couple of quick pumps, getting it nice and wet. Then she guided it back into Adriana’s pussy.

This time Adriana did the work, backing into me while I stood there, her ass bouncing against my groin and jiggling and shaking constantly. The movement of her ass was mesmerizing. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

Adriana didn’t seem to appreciate my amazement though. After nearly a full minute of bouncing back against me, she turned her head back and said, “Are you going to let me do all the work? What’s going on back there?”

Molly giggled and I smiled.

“You want me to take over?” I asked.

“Hell yes,” Adriana replied.

“Fine,” I said, grabbing her hips and laying into her.

“That’s a start,” she said breathlessly, still trying to maintain control even though she could barely breath. “But you can do better.”

“Let’s see how you like this,” I said, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her body back as I thrusted forward, our bodies slamming together with more force than ever before.

“I love it,” Adriana said, grunting the words out. “I fucking love it!”

After hammering away at her for half a minute, I took things even further, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back while continuing to pound away at her.

Adriana was grunting wordlessly now, her head thrown back to alleviate some of the pressure and her back muscles and shoulder blades gleaming in the light.

I was grunting too, trying desperately to last just a little longer before cumming, knowing that I needed to get Adriana there before I finished.

Molly was up on the couch by now, on her back with her legs thrown wide and three fingers of her right hand banging away at her pussy while she worked her clit with her left.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Adriana said, finally approaching orgasm. And none too soon, considering I didn’t have more than half a minute left before I was going to burst.

Now that she was close, I poured all my remaining energy left into fucking her with all my heart, my hips jackhammering back and forth while I pulled further back on her hair, creating more tension than ever before.

“I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!” Adriana screamed, her body clenching tightly before releasing with a guttural growl. She hammered her body back into me and held it there, my cock deep inside her pussy, while an orgasm coursed through her.

I glanced over at Molly and saw that she was cumming too, but in a far more subdued way, just like before, with her mouth slightly open and a surprised look on her face.

And then it was my turn.

As Adriana came, her pussy squeezed my cock tight. And once her orgasm had passed, her body relaxed, as did her pussy, and the sudden absence of pressure put me immediately over the edge.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said breathlessly.

Adriana knew exactly what that phrase, uttered like that, meant.

She pulled forward, yanking my cock from her pussy, then quickly spun around and dropped to the floor in front of the couch, on her knees directly beneath me, pulling Molly down with her.

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