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Copyright 2018 Dirk Rockwell


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It took Scott a little while to realize just how awesome Taylor was.

Of course, from the first time they met, certain things were obvious. Namely, Taylor was ridiculous hot, she knew her way around the bedroom, and she could take a pounding worthy of a porn starlet. Add to that her approachability, her comfort in her own skin, and her flat-out coolness, and Scott was a happy man.

In the beginning, he was perfect content to meet with her whenever possible and get freaky in all the basic ways. Then one night she turned the tables on him, revealing just what was possible in the world of pleasure.

That first night it was only a little taste, but even so, it quite literally opened a new world to him, one that once was experienced could never be put out of mind.




The night starts out just like any other. Scott is drinking a beer and watching TV when there’s a knock on the door. His heart palpitates in expectation as he sets the bottle aside, turns off the television, and walks over to answer the door.

He glances into the peephole and see Taylor there in all her glory, looking as radiant as ever. A flash of excitement wiggles through his body. It’s his favorite time of the week, the night he looks forward to more than any other, the only thing that keeps him going in his pathetic little life.

Scott opens the door and holds out his hand to help Taylor inside. She takes his hand, steps over the threshold, gives him a little peck on the cheek, and he closes the door behind them.

They take care of the formalities and then it’s on to business.

Taylor slips out of her full-length white coat, revealing a tiny purple bikini and light pink thigh-high stockings accented by purple fuck-me pumps. Her blonde hair is curled a little more than usual and she’s wearing slightly more makeup; hot pink lipstick and a dash of black eyeliner. Her skin is not as tan as usual but just as flawless and enticing as ever. Scott finds himself wishing (as he always does upon first seeing her skin) that he had a couple hours to lick every square centimeter of her flesh.

Thin but not skinny, Taylor always stays in shape and tonight is no exception. Her lithe body is as toned and fit as ever. From the barest hint of abs to the slight definition of arm muscles to the incredibly sexy hollow of her neck she is the measure of perfection. Scott can’t imagine a more ideal woman. At least not one who’d he actually have a chance to fuck on a regular basis.

But there seems to be something slightly different about Taylor this evening. An edge that usually isn’t there.

His concerns are reflected almost immediately.

The first thing out of her mouth is, “Sit your ass down on the couch.”

Even though it’s a bit odd to see her being so forceful, Scott does as he’s told. He immediately starts to undo his belt.

“Did I tell you to do anything else?” Taylor says, her tone harsh.

Scott shakes his head and gives her a funny look. He’s confused as hell.

“I can’t hear you,” she says.

“No,” he replies.

“That’s right. So leave them on. And sit on your hands, while you’re at it.”

He tilts his head and gives her a funny look. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” she says. “Now do it.”

“Fine,” he says. He shakes his head but does as he’s told.

“That’s a good boy,” Taylor says, coming over to pat the top of his head as though he’s a dog. Which is fitting, because that’s what he feels like right now.

“What exactly is going on here?” Scott asks. Taylor has never done anything like this before. Up until now, every time she’s come over he’s been the one in control, the one taking charge. He’s never even considered that she has another side to her. Which was a bit silly, in retrospect. Especially now.

“This,” she says, “Is my way of mixing things up. You see, every time I come over here it’s the same old thing. You slap me around and get to do whatever you want, and then you cum on me and then I go away until next week when we do the same thing over again.”

“But I thought you liked it,” he says, a little hurt.

“I do,” she says. “I like it a lot. But it gets a little old, always doing the same thing. I think it’s time we mix things up a little bit. And we’re going to start by getting you to understand the other side of the equation. Today I’m going to be the dominant one and you’re going to be my submissive.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I know you haven’t,” she says. “Which is exactly why were doing it tonight. You need to expand your horizons a bit.”

“But what if I don’t like it?”

“Don’t worry,” she says, an evil little smile on her face. “You will.”

“I don’t know,” he says doubtfully.

“Trust me,” she says. “I know what I’m doing.”

He couldn’t argue with that. From what he’d experienced so far with Taylor, she definitely knew what she was doing. And then some.

“Fine,” he says. “Tell me what to do.”

“Oh I will,” she says with a little twinkle in her eye. “I most definitely will.”

A little flutter wiggles around in Scott’s stomach. He isn’t sure if it’s fear or excitement or a little of both.

“For now, just sit there,” Taylor says. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

“If you insist,” Scott says.

Smiling like she owns the situation (which she does, of course) Taylor forcefully spreads Scott’s legs and steps between them. Then she reaches down and grabs ahold of his flaccid cock through his jeans.

“What’s the matter?” she says. “Don’t I excite you anymore?”

“Of course you do,” he says.

“It sure doesn’t look like it. Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“Let’s just see about that,” Taylor says.

She unzips his fly and reaches into his jeans and grabs his cock and pulls it out. It just lies there pathetically, the zipper teeth digging into his skin.

“Is that what you call excited?” she says.

“No,” Scott says. “It doesn’t look very excited.”

“Fix it,” she says.

Scott grabs ahold of his cock and starts to jerk it. Thirty seconds later he hasn’t gotten anywhere.

“Oh, poor baby,” Taylor says in a tone that offers absolutely no sympathy. “You just aren’t feeling it, huh?”

“No,” he says, letting go of his cock.

“Why not?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Is it because you’re scared?” Taylor asks.

“I think so,” Scott admits.

“Why? Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

“I don’t know,” he says after a slight pause.

“You do think I’m going to hurt you, don’t you?”

“Not really,” he says. “I’m just afraid I’m not going to like it.”

Taylor sighs and shakes her head. “It’s obvious you’re nervous, which makes sense. So we’re going to have a little conversation. Hopefully by the end of it you’ll understand a few things.” She sits down on his lap and looks him straight in the eye. “Okay. I’m going to ask you some questions. I’ll start with an easy one. What do I do for a living?”

“You’re an escort,” Scott says.

“That’s right,” Taylor says. “I’m an escort. And what do escorts do?”

“They get paid to have sex.”

“Exactly. Now, who does an escort get paid by?”

“The person they’re having sex with.”

“Right again,” she says. “Their clients. Now, with that in mind, is it fair to say that the more clients that call for a specific escort’s services, the more money that escort will make?”

Scott nods.

“So then how does an escort get more men to call her?” Taylor asks.

“By . . . being good at their job?”

“Yes. And what constitutes being good at your job if you’re an escort?”

“Making the client happy.”

“Bingo,” Taylor says. “The better job an escort does of making a client happy, the better the chances are she’s going to get more calls from him. And if she doesn’t make him happy, then she is in danger of losing him as a client, right?”


“Good. Now do you think I want to keep you as a client?”

“I hope so.”

She gives him a look that she’d give a five-year old. “Do you think I like money?”


“And we’ve already established that more clients equal more money, right?”

“Right,” Scott says.

“So I’ll ask you again, do you think I want to keep you as a client?”


“And how does an escort keep their clients?”

“By making them happy.”

Taylor smiles at him and tilts her head slightly. “So you see what I’m getting at, don’t you?”

Scott nods.

“Now, I can’t promise you that you’ll like it,” Taylor says, “But so far I’ve never come across anyone who hasn’t. And to a man they’ve ended up asking for the same treatment on other occasions. There is just something very liberating about giving yourself up to someone else, letting them control you, allowing them to have their way with you. And not only that, but it inevitably leads to better sex down the road too.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it tends to open things up between people,” Taylor says. “Being on the other side of the equation brings a new appreciation to what the other person is feeling and experiencing, which builds empathy. And the more empathy two people have for each other, the better they’ll communicate, and the better they communicate the more comfortable they’ll be, and the more comfortable they are, the better the sex will be.”

“I take it you’ve experienced this phenomena before?” Scott says.

“Oh, I’ve been through it a few times,” she says.

“I’ll bet you have,” he says with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

Taylor raises her eyebrows twice in quick succession. She knows. She definitely knows. A little smile teases her lips. “So what do you say? Are you game?”

Scott takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “You convinced me. Let’s give it a shot.”

She claps her hands and bounces on his lap a couple of times, momentarily slipping out of her role in her excitement. Or maybe it is just all part of the experience. Scott isn’t sure.

“You won’t regret it,” Taylor says. “I promise. Not by the time we’re done.”

Scott narrows his brow in concern.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she says. “There are going to be moments when you’re not so sure, where you’re going to think about tapping out, but just trust me. By the end of the session, you’ll be begging for more. I guarantee it.”

“If you say so.”

“Oh, I do,” Taylor says. “I do. Now, about your little problem down below. Would you like a little help with it?”


“Yes what?” she asks. Now that their conversation is over her tone takes on a harsher tone, similar to the very beginning of the evening. Just like that, she’s reverted back into dominatrix mode.

Scott looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “Yes . . . please?”

 “Yes, mistress,” she says slowly, enunciating every word as though she’s talking to a five-year old. “You’re supposed to say ‘yes mistress.’”

“Yes, mistress,” he says, sufficiently cowed.

“That’s better,” she says, her tone lightening. “Now I’ll ask you again. Do you want help getting your cock hard?”

“Yes mistress.”

“I bet you do,” Taylor says, leaning her head in towards his. “In fact, I bet you’d like for me to drop on my knees right now and go to work on your cock until it’s hard, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes mistress.”

“You’d probably like for me to lick your balls, to take them in my mouth, suckle them for a bit, then run my tongue up the length of your shaft,” she says, her face now inches from his and holding his eyes. Her voice is a seductive whisper, her gaze intense. “Then I’d take the tip of your cock in my mouth and start sucking away, dropping my head lower and lower on your shaft until I’ve got the whole thing in my mouth, gagging away with your cock all the way down my throat, choking me, making it so I can’t breathe. Is that what you want?”

Scott just nods, her words affecting him so much that there is no possible way he could spit any words out right now.

“Well too bad,” Taylor says, her voice mocking. She quickly pulls her head back and climbs off of him. “Because that’s not in the cards for today.”

Scott feels a stab of disappointment.

“But,” Taylor continues. “The good thing is you’re hard as hell now, and all it took was me talking you through it.”

Scott looks down and sees that his cock is indeed sticking straight up. He laughs softly and shakes his head.

“Now put it back in your pants,” she says.

He opens his mouth to protest.

“Don’t even think about it,” Taylor says, tilting her head as though scolding the dog. “Just do as you’re told.”

“Yes mistress,” Scott says, his voice reflecting his disappointment as he stuffs his cock back into his jeans and zips up the fly.

“Now we can get started for real,” Taylor says. She turns around so her tight, perfect little ass is facing him. It’s hovering directly in front of his cock, no more than a foot away, taunting him.

She turns around and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight. Her leg muscles are taut, her ass tight as hell as she turns her upper body to look at him. With her eyes locked on his, she slaps her ass, her open palm smacking against her skin loud enough to make him wince.

“You like this ass of mine, don’t you?” she says, her voice harsh, demanding.

Scott nods.

“Say it,” she barks at him.

“I like your ass,” he says.

“You can do better than that.”

“I fucking love your ass, mistress.”

“That’s much better,” she says. “Now, I suppose I were to rub this beautiful little ass of mine on your cock, do you think you can keep from cumming?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You think you can, huh? Well, let’s find out.”

Taylor straightens her body up and backs up towards Scott until she is pressing up against the inside of his legs. She turns her head and flashes a nasty little smile at him, then drops her ass onto his lap and starts rubbing slowly it against his hard cock, which is held hostage beneath the surface of his jeans.

Moving her body in a circular motion, she rubs her ass over his cock for a bit, bounces on it a few times, then grinding on it, then sliding up and down the length of it, her tight little ass expertly working his trapped cock.

Scott stifles a groan. He doesn’t want her to know how good it feels. But she knows. It shows in her face when she turns her head to look at him.

“You like this, huh?”

He nods, unable to speak. Taylor laughs and starts grinding him more aggressively.

Scott takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. But Taylor isn’t having it. She increases the intensity further, her ass always on the move; bouncing, grinding, moving in circles, back and forth, up and down.

A soft groan escapes from Scott’s mouth. Here they are only a couple minutes into a lap dance it and already he has to focus all his attention to keep from cumming; the combination of pleasure and pain feels better than he could have imagined. Taylor sure knew what she was doing.

“So soon?” Taylor says, reading his mind.

“I’m fine,” Scott says. It’s only a half-lie. He reaches up and puts one hand on each of her hips, hoping that by taking an active part in things he can take his mind off how close he is to orgasm.

But Taylor doesn’t cut him any breaks.

“Hands to yourself,” she says, slapping them away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say you can.”

Moaning, Scott drops his hands back to the couch. Taylor grinds his cock for a little while longer before finally showing some mercy on him and standing up.

Scott exhales audibly, thankful for a break, now more how short-lived it might be.

Taylor gives him a few seconds to gather himself then drops to her knees. She sticks her tongue out and gives his cock a lick through his jeans. He groans and starts breathing harder.

Taylor laughs. Then she gives his cock another lick. Her smiling face is right in front of his crotch, looking up at him, her eyes locked on his.

“What do you think so far?” she says.

“I like it,” Scott replies.

“I knew you would,” she says. “And just think, we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”

Scott doesn’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. And he doesn’t have time to ponder it, as Taylor is already getting back to her feet. This time she’s facing him as she straddles him, one leg lying flat on the couch on each side of him.

She doesn’t provide any relief for his cock, leaving it trapped beneath his pants while she rides him. She seems to be taking it easier for the time being, varying her pressure up a little more often, not taking him so close to the edge before giving him a chance to relax.

Shortly after one such lull she reaches behind her back and releases her bra. She pulls it off, revealing her small but incredibly perky tits. Her nipples are rock-hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

Scott reaches out to grasp her nipples; he just can’t help himself, they’re simply too inviting, too perfect to not be played with.

Taylor lets him rub them between his fingers for a few seconds before shutting him down. She grabs ahold of his wrists and pins them back against the couch, one on either side of his head.

“What part of no touching don’t you understand,” she asks.

“I’m sorry,” Scott says. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well you’d better learn to, otherwise it’s going to be a long night for you.”

“I’ll try, mistress,” he says.

“Not good enough,” she says. “Do it.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Taylor nods and starts once again grinding on his cock. Her hands are still wrapped around his wrists and she’s still holding them tight against the couch. For some reason he finds this extremely hot. Maybe there is something to her claim that being on the other side has some of its own pleasures. He’s still not totally convinced but he has to admit that he’s feeling something different right now, an excitement that tickles him in ways that their normal sessions didn’t.

Taylor must have been able to read his facial expressions, as she puts words to his exact feelings shortly after they cross his mind.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says.

He nods.

She grips his wrists more securely, pushes them harder against the couch. Then she proceeds to grind on his cock more aggressively, bouncing up and down on his groin, riding him like a cowgirl, her face looking down on his with growing intensity.

“Do you still want to play with my nipples?” Taylor asks.

“Yes, mistress,” Scott replies, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature now.

“Then come get them,” she says, continuing to ride him.

He starts to move his arms forward but she pushes them back into place. He flashes her a questioning look.

“Not with your hands,” she says. “Use your mouth.”

Scott smiles. He’s starting to enjoy this little game. He cranes his neck forward as far as it will go. But still he’s a couple centimeters short of his goal. He can see Taylor’s glorious nipple right there, almost within reach. He looks up at her face but it’s obvious she’s not going to help him out by shifting her body forward. In fact, he starts to believe that she is deliberately setting herself up so her nipples are just barely out of reach. Her evil little smile lends credence to this idea,

But he’s not willing to give up just yet. Wanting to see if he can circumvent her plans he sticks out his tongue and gives her left nipple a good, long lick.

Taylor can’t hide the groan of pleasure that comes from her mouth even though she tries.

Smiling inwardly but careful not to show it, Scott shifts his head and goes after the other nipple. But Taylor moves back at the last moment and he once again comes up just a wee bit short.

Disappointed, he looks up at her.

“Come on,” she says, “You can do it.”

Scott strains further forward, stretching his neck out as far as it will go with his arms still being pinned to the couch by Taylor. He gets a lick in on the other nipple but before he can do anything else Taylor pulls her body back a little further.

“Ah, come on,” he says, his voice an exaggerated whine.

She laughs. “You want my nipples that bad, huh?”

He nods vigorously.

“Fine,” she says, leaning forward far enough that he can wrap his lips around her protruding nipple.

Scott sucks on it greedily, rolling it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. After a short while he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

Taylor releases her hold on his wrists and wraps her arms around his head. Squeezing tightly, she presses his head closer in towards her, smashing his face against her chest, forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe, a sensation that he finds strangely intoxicating.

With his mouth still attached to her nipple as though breast-feeding, Scott shifts his head and looks up at her face as best he can.

Taylor’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. The hollow of her neck is fully exposed. She is still grinding on Scott’s cock with just as much enthusiasm as before; if anything, she’s moving faster against him.

Scott bites down on her nipple. Not too hard, but certainly not softly.

Taylor groans and starts grinding him even more aggressively.

Scott is super-excited but in no real danger of cumming yet. Now that she is allowing him to take an active (albeit limited) part in the proceedings he’s able to divert his attention away from his own pleasure.

He bites down harder.

Taylor curses beneath her breath and bounces on his still-trapped cock even faster.

He bites down one more time, eliciting a sharp gasp from Taylor. Her body pauses, tenses up for a moment, then releases in a quick shudder. She grabs ahold of his hair and forcibly removes his mouth from her nipple. He lets it go with a pop.

Looking up at her, Scott smiles. But she glares down at him.

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like that,” he says.

“You did good,” she admits.

“So I get to fuck you now?”

Taylor laughs and shakes her head. “No, not yet. We’ve still got a ways to go before happens. If it even happens at all.”

“Wait a minute, what does that mean?”

“It means you have to do a hell of a lot more to please me before you get a chance to stick your dick in me,” she says. “And even if I do allow that to happen, it’s going to be me that’s fucking you. Not the other way around. But for now just shut up and do as your told, okay?”

Sulking a little bit, Scott grumbles, “Okay.”


“Yes, mistress,” he says, still in a slightly whiny voice.

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” she says.

“Yes, mistress,” Scott says, his voice slightly more upbeat now. “Whatever you say, mistress.”

“I still don’t like your tone,” Taylor says as she climbs off him, leaving a big wet spot on his leg from her drenched pussy. “It’s too bad too, because I was going to give your cock a little bit of well-earned attention before we move on to the next thing.”

“Sorry, mistress,” he says in a truly enthusiastic manner, hoping to get back into her good graces. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get a little loving in the near future. “I’m sorry for disappointing you. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“It’s too late now,” she says. “Maybe next time you’ll think a little harder before acting like a spoiled brat. Now lie down on the couch lengthwise with your back to the cushions and your face towards the ceiling.”

Scott does as he’s told without putting up a fight. Even though he’s protesting at every turn he is truly starting to enjoy the submissive role. Taylor had been spot-on earlier when she’d said there is something liberating about just doing what you are told. He doesn’t know if it’s the lack of responsibility or the feeling of helplessness or something else entirely but he is definitely getting used to it. Even looking forward to it.

He is just starting to wonder what’s going to come next when Taylor climbs atop him, scoots forward until she’s straddling his head, then drops her suddenly panty-less pussy right onto his face, engulfing his mouth and nose, smothering him completely.

 Caught off guard, Scott gasps for breath. But there’s no air to be found. His world consists of Taylor’s inner flesh and nothing else. Like a fish out of water he struggles, overwhelmed by the sweet and tangy stickiness of her juices.

Panicking, he tries to push Taylor off with his hands but he doesn’t have any leverage and her position is too entrenched. After a couple seconds of ineffectual resistance he gives up.

“That’s right,” Taylor says. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy it more.”

Scott’s not sure about the second part but he is able to relax a bit. Even though he feels like he can’t breathe he has come to realize that there is enough air to keep him conscious, allowing his panic to subside.

Taylor remains in place for another minute before finally lifting herself off his face. He gasps for breath, his face red and his eyes watering.

“Not bad,” she says, looking down at him. “Way to take it like a man.”

“Thanks,” Scott manages. He realizes he’s smiling and his excitement has increased further.

“Keep it up and I might even free your cock from its denim prison,” she says.

“Just tell me what else I need to do, mistress.”

Taylor tilts her head, gives him a little nod of appreciation. “Do you really mean that?”

Scott nods and looks up at her expectantly. His eyes are hungry with anticipation.

“Open your mouth,” she says. “And keep it open no matter what.”

He nods and does as he’s told.

Still squatting above him, her pussy mere inches from his face and positioned directly above his open mouth, Taylor goes to work on herself, sticking two fingers inside her pussy, working them in and out, faster and faster, until her juices are dripping from her pussy and straight into his mouth.

“Drink it up,” Taylor says, working herself feverishly to give Scott more of her pussy juices to swallow. “That’s a good boy,” she says, her eyes intense and boring down on him. “Do you like how I taste?”

“I fucking love it,” he says. “Give me more. I want all of you.”

“Yeah?” she says, her excitement audible. “You want more?”

He nods vigorously.

Taylor’s left hand gets involved, going to work on her clit while she continues banging herself with her other hand. She works herself over in both places until she’s right on the verge of orgasm. “Stick out your tongue,” she says. “Now.”

Scott obliges.

Taylor drops her pussy back onto his face, grinding his face and riding his tongue while continuing to work her clit with her fingers.

As she drops onto his face Scott finds his excitement reaching new places. He loves the taste and feel of her insides; silky smooth and sweet and tangy and salty all at the same time. Because she’s riding his face instead of smothering him, Scott is able to see up the length of her body while she moves back and forth against him. Her head is thrown back and her back is arched and she’s making sounds he’s never heard from her (or any other woman, for that matter) before.

Then he feels her body tense up for just a moment, followed by the loudest, most intense moan of the night, and then his face is drenched even further by her juices as she reaches orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit,” she cries, leaning forward and grasping the edge of the couch as she catches her breath. “That felt so fucking good.” She seems to be talking to herself more than him. Which is fine. As long as she’s happy.

“You liked that, huh?” he says, risking her ire.

“I liked it a lot,” she replies, sliding down onto his chest and leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips. “In fact, I liked it so much I might actually free your dick from where it’s been trapped all evening. Would you like that?”

“I would like that very much, mistress,” he says.

“Good answer,” Taylor says. “Very good answer.”

She slides down his body and positions herself between his legs. Working slowly, methodically, drawing it out, Taylor undoes his zipper, reaches in, unfurls his cock from inside his pants, and frees it. It’s sticking straight up in the air, as hard as it’s ever been in his life.

Scott gasps in relief. He never would have thought how good it could feel just to pull his cock out of his pants. And there, he realizes, lies the genius of Taylor’s approach. All the things he’d taken for granted in the past could be of far greater importance than he’d ever imagined. Under the right circumstances even the tiniest of things could bring great relief and incredible pleasure. It’s all dependant on how you handle the situation. It’s something he’ll try to remember from now on.

All Scott’s deep thoughts are suddenly forgotten the moment Taylor wraps her lips around his cock.

“Holy shit,” he says, his eyes fluttering and his breath catching in his chest.

“You like that, do you?” Taylor says, smiling up at him.

He nods.

She takes him in her mouth again, gives him a couple of quick sucks, then slides his cock back out of her mouth. She scoots back on the couch a bit and runs her tongue up and down his shaft a couple of times before taking his balls in her mouth.

Scott makes a low groaning sound as she suckles on his balls while her hand slowly jerks him off.

Taylor maintains eye contact the entire time, looking up at him from behind his balls, her gaze intense and playful at the same time.

Scott isn’t sure how much more he can take and he wants to make sure he at least gets his dick inside her before he cums, so he reaches down and grabs her shoulders and tries to pull her up to him.

Taylor slaps his hands away. “What do you think you’re doing?” she says.

“I need to stick my dick inside you.”

“Oh, you need to, do you?” she asks, her tone serious but her eyes telling a different story.

Scott nods.

“How do you ask?” Taylor says.

“Please,” Scott says.

“Please what?”

“Please ride my cock,” he says.

She tilts her head sideways, waiting for more.

“Mistress,” he adds.

“Say the whole thing.”

Biting down on his frustration, Scott says, “Please ride my cock, mistress. I can’t take it anymore. I need my cock inside of you. Please.”

“Fine,” she says in mock disdain. “But only because you asked nicely.”

And with that, she lifts herself onto her knees and climbs atop him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks. “Because there are still a whole hell of lot more things I can do to you.”

“This is what I want,” Scott replies. “You can do more things to me some other night. Whatever you want. But right now I need to fuck you.”

“If you insist,” Taylor says. She grabs ahold of his cock, lifts herself up a bit, shifts her position so she’s squatting over him with her feet on the couch, then slides his cock into her pussy.

Her pussy is so slippery, so soft, so inviting, so luscious; it’s like sliding into a vat of exotic oil.

The first few seconds after entering her are always the toughest, and tonight even more so because of the torture that she put his cock through up until this point. It’s all Scott can do to not cum right then and there.

But after Scott weathers the first few seconds of the storm it gets easier. Taylor works him like the expert she is, her hands on his chest, moving her body up and down in a deliberate rhythm, taking the entire length of his cock inside her with every thrust.

“You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at him.

Scott nods.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Taylor says, carefully controlling her voice so she seems like she’s in total control of herself, unaffected by the situation. Whether she is or not Scott doesn’t know but she’s certainly doing a good job of making it look like she is. For some curios reason her apparent disinterest turns him on even more.

“I fucking love it,” he says, his voice coming out louder than he’s expecting.

“Do you want me to ride you even harder?”

“Yes please, mistress,” Scott says.

“Beg for it,” Taylor says. “Beg for me to ride your cock until you explode inside of me.”

“Please, mistress,” he says. “Please ride me until I cum. I need it. Make me cum, mistress.”

She shifts so her legs are lying flat on the couch and starts riding his cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto him, smashing his balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just the right amount of pain to keep him on edge of orgasm without any danger of going over.

Scott tries to take a deep breath but his body is just too wound up. Something about her having control, riding him like he’s a worthless piece of meat turns him on more than he’d ever thought possible. He longs for more abuse at her hands but knows that his time tonight is almost at an end. He’s simply enjoying this too much to go on much longer.

He reaches up with his hands to try and prolong how long he can hold out by taking some semblance of control over the situation but she’s having none of it.

“Don’t even think about it,” Taylor says as she grabs ahold of his wrists before he touches her flesh. “This is my rodeo, mister. I call the shots here. You don’t get to do shit unless I say so.”

She pushes his arms back near his head, holding them down on the couch, one on either side of his head, while she continues to ride him like an insane cowgirl.

Because she’s holding his wrists up near his head, Taylor is now leaning over Scott, giving her even more leverage to hammer away on his cock. She’s holding nothing back now, lifting her entire body up and then dropping it down onto him, giving him her full weight with every thrust, impaling herself on his stiff cock.

Her hair is flying everywhere, covering her face so he can barely see her eyes bearing down on him. She’s scowling, no doubt exorcising some demons as she pleasures herself. Although this frightens Scott a little it also excites him in ways he can’t rationalize. In fact, more than anything else, it’s the way that she’s looking at him that finally puts him over the edge.

“Holy fucking shit,” he says under his breath.

“You’re going to cum already, aren’t you?” Taylor says, her tone harsh, which (as she probably well knows) doesn’t do a damn thing to quench his enthusiasm.

Scott nods.

“Then cum already,” she says, not slowing down one bit. “Come on you piece of shit, shoot your pathetic load inside me and get it over with.”

Scott obliges, blasting his seed up into Taylor, bucking and shimmying beneath her as she continues to ride his cock. She doesn’t let up, even after he’s expelled all his seed, continuing to bounce up and down on him as though oblivious to the fact that he’s done.

He allows her to do her thing, assuming she’s going to climb off him any second now. But a good half-minute later she’s still showing no signs of letting up. She’s staring down at him, taking pleasure of his discomfort, seeing how far he’ll let her take it.

A full minute later he’s done. His boner is all but gone and she’s starting to rub him raw. No longer willing to play the submissive, Scott lifts Taylor off him with ease and tosses her down onto the other side of the couch. She’s laughing, her face full of good humor.

“So what did you think?” Taylor says.

“I liked it,” Scott replies. “Loved it, actually.”

She smiles. “I told you.”

“You certainly did. I can’t believe you were right. But you were.”

“It’s a natural extension of things,” Taylor says. “Those who like to dominate also like to be dominated. Most of them will never admit to it, but it’s true in almost every case. It’s the same basic compulsion, just a different side of the coin. You almost never see one without the other.”

“I didn’t know that,” Scott says.

“I know you didn’t,” she says, leaning forward to plant a little kiss on his lips. “Which is exactly why I had to teach you.”

“Thanks for that.”

“My pleasure,” Taylor says as she stands up and starts gathering her things. “So you’ll want to go this route again some time, I suppose?”

“Hell yes,” Scott says. “Next week. If I can wait that long.”

“Cool. But I have to warn you; next time I won’t take it so easy on you.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You call what you just did to me taking it easy?”

Taylor pauses in her efforts to redress and flashes him a look of disdain. “Think of all the things you’ve done to me and think about what I did to you tonight.”

Scott purses his lips and nods his head. Taylor is right, of course. She didn’t do to him a fraction of the things he’d done to her in the past. “I see your point.”

“I’m glad that you do,” she says as she puts the finishing touches on her shoes. “But don’t worry, the more extreme I get with you the more you’ll like it. I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because that’s how these things work,” Taylor says. She grabs her bag and heads for the door.

“I don’t know . . .” Scott says, only half-serious.

“Yes you do,” she says, arriving at the door. She turns the handle, opens the door, and glances back one last time before leaving. “You know damn well that you’ll like.”

Laughing under his breath, he says, “You’re right.”

“Of course I am,” she says, flashing him a smile. “I always am.”

And with that she steps outside and closes the door behind her.

Scott shakes his head and drops to the couch. He’s already looking forward to the next time. “I’m a sick man,” he says aloud. He grabs the remote and flips on the television. “A sick, sick man.”






Kinky Sluts – 4 Filthy Stories

Naughty Sluts - 4 Filthy Stories

Dirty Sluts - 4 Filthy Stories


Kicking Things Up A Notch

Shown The Ropes

Taking Out The Trash

Depraved Little Tramp

Ain’t Talking About Love

Slut With A Capital S

One Hell Of A Filthy Slut

Banging The Neighbor

One Hell Of A Kinky Lady

One Hell Of A Dirty Girl

One Hell Of A Filthy Slut

A Pair Of Filthy Ladies

She Loves It Nasty

Erotic Connection

Whatever She Wants

What She’s Always Wanted


Dominating The Perverted Escort

Slamming The Perverted Escort’s Ass

Perverted Escort Threesome

Getting Owned By The Perverted Escort

Roughing Up The Perverted Escort


Desecrating The Suite

Perverted Requests

Late Night Filth

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