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Ashley Embers

Copyright 2018 by Ashley Embers


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. All characters are 18 years old.
















There’s an impression out in the world that older woman are not only more experienced in bed, but nastier, willing and able to do all sorts of things that most younger woman are unable or unwilling to do. Well, I don’t know for sure if that’s true in all cases, it certainly is in mine.

I’m a 5’10” and 145 pound, 32-year old MILF, with a full-figured, strong but fit body honed by two hours in the gym every day. I’ve got a big but firm ass, wide hips, powerful legs and huge tits which fit my body perfectly, not to mention my attitude.

Men—or boys, as I call most of them, no matter what their age—are a strange lot. Give them a girl with small breasts and they’ll run all over her. But stick some massive tits in their face and they wilt like the insecure little children they all are deep down inside.

Which isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy the company of a good, strong man, because I do. More than the boys that I usually come across, in fact. It’s just that a good man is hard to find these days, especially if you have any standards at all.

But even the strong men need to get knocked down a notch, especially if they don’t generally get to experience that thrill. Which is why they’re so much fun to run roughshod over; they’re more of a challenge. You can grab any poor sap off the street and force him to do your bidding—especially with the way I look—but to take a captain of industry type, a man used to having things done his way, used to being in charge, used to bossing people around, and shove that shit right back into his face? Now that’s F-U-N, fun.

Take Randy, for example.  I met him in a hotel bar by the convention center. He was there for some business conference, and he looked the part of a man in charge. Early forties, expensive suit, perfect hair, well-groomed.

But like all men he was a slave to his cock, and once he got a good look at my tits (which were spilling out of my shirt) it didn’t take more than ten minutes of convincing to get him up to his room.

So there he was, sitting on the couch, still fully clothed, when I came walking out of the bathroom wearing only my bra and panties and four-inch fuck-me pumps, having left my little black dress behind.

“Are you ready to get started?” I asked.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” I said, spinning in place, giving him a good look of what I had to offer. And it was a lot. Although I was in great shape, I wasn’t a small girl by any means. “There are many men who can’t.”

“I can handle it,” Randy said.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, walking towards him until I was right above him, standing over him, looking down at him. “We’ll just see.”

And with that, I spread his legs and stepped forward between them until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. I leaned over as if to kiss him but instead of touching his lips, I stopped a few inches away. He leaned forward to make the connection but I flashed him a wry smile and shook my head and pulled my head away from him.

Standing tall again, I slipped out of my bra, freeing up my tits. They were real and enormous, by far my best feature, almost as large as Randy’s head and still perky as hell.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said softly.

“You like my babies, huh?” I asked. Of course he did. All men did. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like to hear them say it.

“I love them,” he said. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Why thank you,” I said. “If you’re a good boy, you may even get to play with them a bit. Would you like that?”

Randy nodded his head like a young boy at Christmas.

Smiling wickedly, I ran my hands up the side of my body, starting at the waist and ending at my tits. Pushing on the outside of them, squeezing my tits together, I stared at Randy, who was still focused solely on at my tits. After giving him a good look at them, I turned around so my fat ass was facing towards him, then sat down on his waist.

Moving in slow circular patterns, I grinded on Randy’s cock, which was trapped under his pants but already rock hard. I leaned back until my body was resting on his chest and my head was lying on his shoulder while my ass still moved against him.

He touched the side of my leg just below my hip but I grabbed ahold of his arm and pushed it away. Looking back at him over my shoulder, I shook my head.

“No, no, no,” I said. “You just keep your hands to yourself for now, mister. Understand?”

Randy nodded his head and let his arms fall to the side.

“That’s better,” I said. I put my hands on his knees for balance and bounced on his groin for half a minute before standing up and turning around to face him.

Bending over at the waist, I leaned in towards Randy and stuck my tits in his face. I grabbed ahold of his head and jammed it into my chest, holding it there, smothering him against my tits while I climbed atop him, straddling his waist.

“There you go,” I said, pulling him into my flesh. “Bury your face in there. Take it like a man.”

Twenty seconds later I relaxed my grip. Randy’s head snapped back and he took a few moments to catch his breath. While he refilled his lungs with air, I leaned back and undid his belt. I slipped it off his waist and wrapped it around his neck, pulling the end through the buckle. I tightened it against his skin but didn’t latch it.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just taking a little control,” I said, smiling at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

He shook his head but it seemed a little reluctant. Not that I cared. I was going to do it no matter how he felt about it.

“Thanks, baby,” I said, just to make him feel like he had a say in it.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips before pulling back. With my hand still gripping the end of the belt, I leaned back, tightening the buckle, pulling the strap taut and flush against Randy’s skin. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, choking him, before leaning forward, removing the pressure against his neck.

As Randy’s breath came back to him, a wide smile spread over his features.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Actually, I did,” he said.

“That surprises you?”

“A little bit,” he admitted. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please,” Randy said.

“Gladly,” I replied.

I leaned back again, further this time, pulling on the belt as I did so. It again tightened against his neck, a bit more snugly this time.

As he stared at me with excited eyes, his face starting to turn pink, I grinded against his trapped cock, riding it with my pussy while continuing to hold the belt tight.

Randy’s face turned more and more red as I grinded harder against him and held the belt tight, choking him with it. The look on his face was intense and ultra-excited, even as it went from red to pale. His lips were slighted parted and his breathing was shallow and swift as he searched for air.

My pussy was dripping, leaving marks in his pants as I grinded away, excited by my dominance over him as much as his cock rubbing against my pussy.

It wasn’t until his eyes started to glaze over that I leaned forward, releasing the pressure on his neck and allowing him to breathe.

Randy did so in gasping lurches, his chest heaving and the color pouring back into his face. Smiling widely, he shivered with excitement.

“Wow, you really got into that, didn’t you?” I said.

He nodded vigorously. He looked too excited to speak.

“Maybe a little too much,” I said, laughing softly. “Let’s go back something a little less dangerous, shall we?”

Without waiting for an answer, I released the belt from his neck and leaned forward and guided one of my tits into his mouth.

“There you go,” I said. “Work that fucking nipple until it’s hard.”

Staring up at me, Randy did as I had asked, licking and sucking and biting down on my nipple until it was hard. I popped that tit out of his mouth and turned my body slightly, giving him the other one. He gave it the same treatment.

Once that nipple was as hard as the other one, I backed off.

“You did well,” I said. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor. Would you like that?”

“Very much,” Randy said.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” I said.

Dropping to the floor, I undid Randy’s zipper and slipped his cock out between the newly created hole. Leaving his pants on for the time being, I grabbed ahold of his hard cock, my hand gripping the base of his shaft. I gave the tip a single lick while staring up at Randy.

He shivered. I laughed. Then I dropped down a little further and ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, starting at his balls and ending the tip. I slapped his cock against my tongue a couple of times and then started to blow him proper, wrapping my lips around his cock and dropping my head down on it.

I sucked Randy’s cock like a pro, my mouth and hand working together, getting his cock nice and slippery while maintaining eye contact the whole time. After a minute or two, I released his cock with my hand but continued working it with my mouth, taking it all the way down and holding it in my throat for a couple of seconds before gagging and pulling off.

“My god you’re good at that,” Randy said, smiling down at me.

“You like that?” I asked after taking a few seconds to recover.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

“Then I have a feeling you’ll like this too,” I said.

I sat up a little bit taller, so my massive tits were right in front of his cock, which was still wet and slippery from blowing him. I grabbed ahold of his cock and let saliva drip onto it from my mouth then slid it in between my tits. Gripping the outside of my tits, I squeezed his cock in between them, then started bouncing up and down on it, titty-fucking him.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said, laughing under his breath. “That’s amazing.”

“You like that too, do you?” I said while continuing to bounce my tits up and down on his cock.

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Of course you do,” I said. “I have the perfect tits for fucking.”

“That’s for sure,” Randy said, smiling widely.

“Just wait,” I said. “It gets even better.”

And with that, I increased the intensity, smashing my tits on his groin before coming back up. My tits were so big that they were engulfing his cock. Only the tip was visible and only for a moment when I was at the absolute lowest point.

I titty-fucked Randy for more than two full minutes before he let out a groan and pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits. He had a strained look on his face and was grasping his cock tightly in his hand.

“It felt too good, huh?” I asked, smiling wickedly up at him.

“It sure did,” he said. “Another few seconds and I would have cum.”

“Well, we don’t want that,” I said. “Not yet, at least.”

“No we don’t,” he replied.

“What about something else?” I asked. “Do we have to take a break from everything? Or just titty-fucking?”

“Just titty-fucking,” Randy said.

“Good,” I replied. “Then stand up.”

He did so.

“Now take off all your clothes,” I said.

Randy did that too.

“Perfect,” I said, scooting forward until my head was right underneath his cock. “Now just relax and try not to enjoy this too much.”

“I’ll do what I can,” he said as I grabbed ahold of his cock and started jerking him off while my mouth went to work on his balls. I licked his sack and then took his balls in my mouth, sucking on one of them for a little bit before switching over to the other while he moaned and groaned above me.

It wasn’t long before I was blowing him again, my head moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. He started to get into it too, thrusting his hips forward and back, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth with every pump, giving me an idea.

“Do me a favor,” I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment.

“Anything,” he replied.

“Take control. Do what you want to me.”

“Gladly,” Randy said, smiling wider.

So he took more control, pulling back, forcing his cock from my mouth then grabbing ahold of it and slapping the head of it against my cheek a couple times. Gripping a handful of my hair, he turned my head sideways and slid his cock into my mouth, pushing it in until the tip was pressing against the inside of my cheek hard enough to force it to stick out, making me look like a squirrel storing a nut. He smacked my cheek with his hand a couple of times before sliding his cock back out.

Still grasping my hair, he shifted my head until I was facing him straight on. Then he slipped his cock into my mouth once again. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, Randy continued pressing his hips forward, forcing me to deepthroat him. Once his entire cock has disappeared into my mouth, he held my head in place, my nose pushing up against his abdomen, my chin smashed up against his ballsack. He held me there until I started to gag and cough before letting me go.

After I’d caught my breath, Randy helped my to my feet and led me back to the couch. He sat down while I slipped out of my panties. Then I climbed onto the couch next to him, turning sideways so both my knees were on the couch and my head was right above his groin.

Sitting perpendicular to him, my ass sticking up in the air just to his right, I dropped down and took his cock in my mouth. He reached over and slapped my ass, then ran his hand around and slid two fingers into my wet pussy.

While I sucked Randy’s cock, he banged away at my pussy. Groaning, I attacked his cock with more aggression, bouncing my head up and down, matching his intensity.

We continued working each other faster and faster until both were ready to blow. At that point, Randy pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I lifted my head off his cock.

“Enough messing around,” Randy said. “It’s time to get to fucking.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said.

I climbed to my feet and put my feet on the floor in between Randy’s spread legs, my ass facing him. Then I squatted down, guiding my pussy onto his cock, which was sticking straight up into the air, rock hard. Once his cock was inside of me, I didn’t waste any time, bouncing up and down on him quickly, giving him my entire weight at the bottom of every thrust.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, turning my upper body to look back at him. “Do you like it when I bounce on your cock?”

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Do you want me to do it harder?”

Randy nodded enthusiastically.

So I gave Randy what he wanted, impaling myself on his cock, hammering away at him without mercy. Repaying me for my aggression, Randy slapped my ass repeatedly, but that only served to fuel my intensity.

As I slammed myself down onto him even harder, Randy slid his hand up to one of my huge tits and started smacking away at it. This didn’t slow me down either, however. If anything, it sped me up, turning me on so much that I bounced atop him harder than ever before.

A short time later, Randy grabbed ahold of my arms and yanked them backwards, locking my elbows out and pinning my arms together at the wrist.

With my arms trapped behind me, I was forced to slows things down. Randy pushed up on my wrists, putting more pressure on my elbows, forcing my to lean forward. I stopped bouncing on his cock but continued grinding against it, my ass moving forward and back, shifting the angle of his cock constantly.

A few seconds later, Randy released my arms but grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked down, lifting my chin to the ceiling and arching my spine backwards.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moaned. Pulling my hair always excited the hell out of, and as wound up as I already was, it put me over the top. I gasped in pleasure and stopped moving against him as a harsh orgasm ripped through me. After it passed, I just sat atop him for a couple of seconds, his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

“I take it you like getting your hair pulled?” Randy said.

“Fuck yes,” I replied, still recovering.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Randy said. He released my hair and lifted myself off of him.

I turned around and bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth and sucked my pussy juices off of it.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” I said.

Randy laughed and shook his head. “And I love how filthy you are,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows a couple times in succession, then climbed back onto the couch and straddled him, cowgirl-style. Leaning forward, I stuck my tits in his face. Randy latched on to one of them with his mouth while I guided his cock into my pussy. Once it was inside me again, I started bouncing on his cock, moving more slowly than before so he could continue sucking on my tits without any problem.

After I’d bounced atop his cock for a bit, Randy grabbed ahold my hips, holding me in place while he lifted his hips up and down repeatedly, slamming his cock deep inside of my pussy.

With my hands free to do other things, I took advantage, sticking my middle finger in my mouth to get it lubed up, then reaching back and sliding it in my asshole.

“Holy shit,” I said as I slid my finger in and out of my asshole while Randy continued hammering away at my pussy. He was groaning and his breath was ragged and his face screwed up with intense effort. Seeing him so into it got me off again, brought me right to the edge of orgasm.

I hammered down into Randy one final time and held my body there, his cock planted deep in my pussy, my finger knuckle-deep in my asshole. My eyes were turned up to the ceiling as my body tensed for a moment. I bit down on my bottom lip, my face screwed tight, holding my breath for a moment before I let it out with a burst and a low guttural moan. My body quivered for a moment as another orgasm slammed through me.

Still sitting on his cock, I pulled my finger from my asshole and stuck it in my mouth. Looking down on Randy, our eyes locked together, I sucked my ass juices off my finger until it was clean.

“Do you like watching me suck my ass juices off my finger?” I asked.

Randy nodded. “It turns me on.”

“Yeah?” I said. “You like assholes, do you?”

“Very much so,” he said.

“Do you want to taste mine?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay,” I said. “But first you need to work my pussy with your tongue for a bit.”

“I’d love to,” he said.

I climbed off of Randy and laid down on the couch next to him, lying lengthwise, my pussy right in front of him. Smiling widely, Randy turned to face me, grabbed my legs and spread them wide. Then he dropped his head down and buried his face in my pussy.

Randy went to town, licking my snatch enthusiastically, flicking his tongue all around, then sliding it deep into me.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Just like that. Bury that tongue in my pretty pussy. Eat my snatch like you mean it.”

And he did, pushing his face harder against me, jamming his tongue deeper inside me. I decided to help him out, so I reached down, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

I held them there, smothering him with my flesh while he continued to explore my insides with his tongue. After half a minute, I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath, I threw my legs back and hooked my arms underneath them to keep them in place, opened wide to him.

Now you can taste my asshole,” I said, giving him a nasty look.

“My pleasure,” he replied.

After a couple of deep breaths,  Randy dove back in. He did as he was told, going straight for my asshole. With his hands on my ass cheeks, holding them wide, he ran  his tongue around my anus in circles, getting it nice and wet with his saliva. While I groaned in pleasure, he slipped the tip of his tongue into my asshole. Keeping it rigid, he slid his tongue in and out of my asshole, forcing it deeper and deeper, opening me up wider with every pass.

I closed my eyes and looked up towards the ceiling and moaned in pleasure, loving every second of it as Randy worked my asshole with his tongue. But I needed more. Luckily, he gave it to me.

Now that my asshole was opened up, Randy replaced his tongue with two fingers. They slid in a little way, but my asshole was still a little too tight. So I started rubbing my clit, which relaxed me even more and opened my asshole up wider, allowing Randy to slide his fingers nearly all the way inside my asshole without much resistance at all.

“That’s it, that’s it,” I said. “Fuck my asshole with those fingers. Get me all nice and warmed up and ready for your cock.”

Randy did just that, working his fingers in and out of my asshole, moving them slowly but surely, spitting on them occasionally to keep everything nice and wet. Eventually he slid his fingers all the way inside my asshole until they disappeared completely. Holding them there, deep in my asshole, he explored my insides with his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried in joy, completely getting off on his fingers deep in my asshole. And then he turned things up a notch, getting me even more excited.

With his free hand Randy slapped my ass a couple of times, then once again started licking my pussy. Working my asshole with his fingers and my pussy with his tongue, Randy took me to new heights, my legs quivering, my body shucking and jiving as I unleashed a string of obscenities.

My body tensed up for a moment, then released in a vast, extreme shudder that lasted a full five seconds, drenching his face with my juices as I came for the third time.

“Enough, enough, enough!” I said once my orgasm had passed. “It’s time to fuck my asshole with that big cock of yours.”

Smiling ruefully, Randy yanked his fingers out of my asshole and pulled his tongue out of my pussy and stood up. While I continued holding my legs back, he wasted no time in sliding his rock-hard cock into my pretty little asshole.

My breath caught in my throat as Randy entered me. His cock barely fit in my asshole, forcing him to take things slow, giving me his cock centimeter by centimeter, barely moving against me.

Leaning forward just a bit, he slid the fingers that were in my pussy into my mouth. Once I’d sucked them dry, he switched hands, giving my the fingers that were in my ass. These he pushed deep into my mouth, causing my to gag and cough.

Hearing me struggle with his fingers must have given him an idea, as shortly afterwards, he slipped his cock out of my pussy and climbed up onto the couch. Standing above me with his feet on the seat cushions, pinning my legs back by my head, he slid his cock into my mouth.

Holding my head against the back of the couch with his hands, Randy face-fucked me, slamming his entire cock into my mouth in fast, deep strokes, jamming it deep into my throat, the look on his face one of pure joy and pleasure.

Randy slammed his cock into my mouth a few more times then held it there, his cock planted deep in my throat. I deepthroated him for almost fifteen seconds before gagging, and once I did, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him. “Do with me whatever you please.”

A wry smile flashed over Randy’s lips. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I intend to.”

Still holding my ankles, Randy pushed my legs further back, tilting my body backwards, lifting my ass further up off the couch, then shifted his hips until the tip of his cock was touching my asshole.

I could see him struggle with his positioning, so I grabbed ahold of his cock, gripping the base to keep it in place, allowing him to slide it into my asshole without using his hands, which he did. A deep, animalistic sound escaped from my mouth as his cock slowly made its way into my asshole.

The pleasure was so great I could no longer even form words. I just moaned and groaned and yelped and screamed and tried to urge him on as much as possible.

Randy worked his cock halfway in before letting up on the pressure, sliding it back a bit before moving forward again. He continued giving my only half of his cock at a time, taking things slowly, giving my a chance to loosen up.

I ran my hand down my stomach and slipped two fingers into my pussy to help things along. I started rubbing furiously at my clit while Randy continued to jam his cock deeper into my ass.

The attention I was paying to my pussy helped me relax and opened my asshole up further to accept even more of his cock.

Randy took advantage, planting it three quarters of the way inside me before pulling back. I started hammering away at my pussy with more aggression, which relaxed my asshole even more.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him, able to find words once again. “Force your fucking cock in there. I can take it.”

Randy did as I’d asked, forcing his cock all the way inside my asshole, giving it to my balls-deep. After holding it there for a few seconds, my asshole loosened up and Randy started increasing the speed, pumping my ass without limitations.

 “That’s it, that’s it!” I screamed. “Fuck my tight little asshole. Pound me with that huge cock of yours!”

Randy did, giving me his entire cock from tip to base, fucking me with a good pace but not really laying into me yet. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and brought them to my mouth. Then I sucked them dry, looking directly at him while I did so. But I wanted to taste something more than just my pussy.

“Pull that fat cock out of my asshole and stick it in my mouth,” I said. “I want to taste my asshole. I want to suck my ass juices off your cock.”

His smile widening, Randy pumped my ass a couple more times before sliding his cock out of my asshole and climbing up the couch until his cock was right in front of my face. I opened my mouth to accept Randy’s cock and he slid it in, holding his body relatively still while I licked his cock clean of my ass juices.

Once that was done, I took his cock further into my mouth, deepthroating him yet again, this time on my own.

A good ten seconds later I pulled off. Randy’s cock was glistening with my saliva as he climbed back down off couch.

I hooked my arms around my legs and rolled back on the couch until all my weight was on my shoulders and my ass was sticking up in the air. Bending down, Randy grabbed ahold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide and slid his tongue into my asshole, pushing it in as far as it would go.

As I moaned and shimmied beneath him, Randy bounced his face up and down, forcing his tongue further and further into my asshole. I grabbed ahold of one of my tits and stuck the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it while squeezing the other one with my fingers.

Randy slapped me on the ass with both hands, hard enough to make me flinch, and pulled his tongue out of my asshole. He slipped his fingers into it again, this time giving me three of them to loosen me up even further. After slamming all three fingers deep into my asshole a few times, he was ready to head into the final stretch.

Randy put one foot up on the couch, grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into my asshole. He then put his other foot onto the couch, giving him a better angle to pound my asshole. Leaning forward he grabbed on to the back of the couch and used it for leverage as he slammed his cock in and out of my asshole.

As I moaned repeatedly beneath him, Randy pummeled my ass, giving my his entire weight at the bottom end of every thrust, eliciting a heavy grunt from me every time.

“Fuck me like you’re trying to break me in half!” I screamed, trying to help him achieve orgasm. “Punish my asshole! Punish it!”

Randy hammered away at me, his balls slapping up against my ass, my body being driven further into the couch. I was screaming loudly now, my expression undoubtedly reflecting the perfect combination of discomfort and pleasure that I was feeling as he fucked my ass.

Randy must have been feeling that perfect combination too, as he pounded me a couple more times before his body tensed up for a moment and his cock released his sperm deep in my ass. Even as he came, Randy continued fucking me, forcing every last bit of his cum from his cock before lifting his body up off of me and letting his cock slide out of my asshole.

Feeling particularly nasty, I decided to blow Randy’s mind. I rolled off my back and squatted on the couch. With my ass right above the leather cushions, I waited for his cum to drip out of my asshole.

Ten seconds later, a couple drops fell onto the couch cushion. Now that the seal had been broken, I decided to help matters along. I slid two fingers into my ass and worked them around in little circles with trying to push it out with my abdominal muscles. Ten seconds later, it worked, as a stream of white sperm drained out my asshole, creating a little reservoir on the couch.

Once my asshole was completely empty of Randy’s cum, I bent over until my mouth was directly above the pool of white sperm, mere centimeters away. Then I stuck my tongue out and licked up the sperm, using my fingers to help get all of it into my mouth.

After I had all of Randy’s cum in my mouth, I tilted my head back so my eyes were facing the ceiling and swallowed his cum that had just been in my asshole mere seconds before. Looking over at Randy’s shocked face, I gave him a wink.

He laughed softly and shook his head. I’d blown his mind, which was my intent all along. Ahh, I loved my life.






Well, so much for that.

The last time I wrote one of these confessions, I was coming off a particularly romantic session, so utterly unlike any of my previous nights with an escort that I swore them off and decided to make a run at a traditional relationship.

That was almost six months ago. Six months of confusion, emotional distress, arguments, disillusionment, and worst of all, boring sex.

So I gave up.

Last night, after contentious evening with my so-called girlfriend that ended with us broken up and me angry as hell, I made the call. I set up an evening with Jenna Mynx, a pornstar who escorts on the side. Although I’ve never been with her before, I feel like I know her well, having jerked off to way too many of her movies over the past few years.

Normally I don’t set up sessions with porn stars, mostly because they use their notoriety as an excuse to charge three times the average going rate. But I figured after taking so much time off in an attempt to go the legitimate route, I deserved to splurge. And so I did. Jenna is one of the most popular pornstars in the world, and from what I understand—not to mention what I’ve seen on screen—an incredible fuck.




My stomach is full of butterflies as I wait in my hotel room, working on my eighth beer of the evening. Normally, a session with an escort doesn’t make me nervous at all, but the six-month layoff combined with the fact that I was going to spend the evening with a pornstar instead of a normal escort had given me a good case of the nerves.

I’m reasonably certain it won’t affect my performance, but I’m sure it will mess with my personality a bit. Even with all the beers I’ve already finished, I’m still feeling a bit on the shy side. Although I doubt it will matter at all. Jenna is known for being a heavy talker, plus she’s undoubtedly used to being men who are a bit star-struck, so I’m sure she won’t care that I’m most likely going to keep my mouth closed all night.

There’s a knock on the door. I pound the last of my beer, take a deep breath, and head over towards it. After taking another deep breath, I open the door.

Standing there, in the flesh, is Jenna. I take her in with my eyes all at once, staring at her for what seems like an hour but is really only a second.

When I called I asked that she come over dressed normally instead of all decked out in a typical pornstar outfit and she’s obliged, wearing a pink and white striped short-sleeve sweater that exposes a little strip of tanned skin at the bottom of her washboard stomach, a pair of blue jeans and heeled sandals. Her long black hair covers half her gorgeous face and her makeup is relatively subtle, compared to some of the getups I’d seen her wearing in the movies.

Her big, blue eyes were ringed with just a little eyeliner, she has a stud in the side of her nose, and subtle lipstick that matches her sweater. Her tits are small and perky but her legs are long and toned. She’s a beauty to behold, one of the most fuckable girls I’ve laid my eyes on in some time.  

My breath catches in my throat and my heart starts to pound. Not just because she’s so freaking hot (although she is) but because it’s actually happening. It’s amazing how much of a difference it makes when the girl standing out there waiting to come in and fuck me is a pornstar instead of a normal escort. It really shouldn’t matter, after all the principle is exactly the same, but it does. A lot.

 “You must be J.T.,” Jenna says, taking my shyness in stride, just as I figured she would.

I nod.

“Do you mind if I come in?”

“Of course not,” I manage to say. I stand aside and she walks by me. I peek at her ass as she walks by. It’s as tight as it always appears to be onscreen. I close the door and turn to face her. 

She’s standing there, staring at me with an expectant look on her face. It takes me a moment but I eventually figure out what she wants. I dig into my pocket and pull out a wad of cash and hand it to her.

She gives me a little nod of thanks, then counts it and slips it into her purse. “You seem a little nervous,” she says. “Is this your first time doing something like this?”

“No,” I say. “But it’s been a while.”

“Just relax,” she says, dropping her purse on the coffee table. “I’ll take care of everything.”

She steps towards me and leans in and kisses me. I kiss her back, opening up my lips to accept her tongue. As we explore each other’s mouths, her hands drop down to my waist. She deftly undoes my belt and the top button of my pants, followed by the zipper.

As I take a deep breath to keep myself under control, she drops to her knees, pulling my pants and boxers down as she goes.

With my pants down around my ankles, I watch Jenna as she grabs a hold of my cock and holds it up against my stomach and runs her tongue lightly over my balls. Smiling, she looks up at me.

“You like that don’t you,” she says. “You like it when I lick your balls.”

I nod.

Smiling up at me, she goes back to work on my balls, taking them in her mouth and bouncing them around with her tongue while her hand moves up and down on my cock, gently jerking me off.

Eventually she releases my balls and lets go of my cock, allowing it to hang naturally, or as natural as a rock-hard cock can hang. It’s sticking straight out, parallel to the ground.

“You’ve got a very nice-looking cock,” she says. “Do you mind if I take it in my mouth?”

I shake my head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” she says.

Jenna opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the tip of my cock. With her hand gripping the base, she sucks on the head for a few seconds. She pulls her mouth off my cock, gathers up some saliva and spits on it. Her eyes still looking up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time, she  jerks me off, working the saliva in.

“Do you like how my lips feel around your cock?” she asks.

I nod again.

She laughs. “You don’t talk much do you?”

I shake my head.

Her mouth turns up in a little half-smile. “Feeling a little shy, are we?”

I nod.

“That’s okay,” she says, still working my cock with her hand. “I’m used to it. Besides, I’ll talk more than enough for the both of us. Unless you don’t like that sort of thing, of course.”

“No, I like it,” I say.

“Good,” Jenna says. “Because my mouth has a mind of it’s own.” She pops it open, her lips creating a big O. She slips my cock into her mouth, taking it almost all the way down before sliding it back out. “See what I mean,” she says once my cock is clear of her lips. “I just can’t seem to keep it closed.”

Smiling, I laugh softly and shake my head.

“Oh wow,” she says. “You do you have a personality after all.”

I raise my hand and bring my forefinger and thumb close together. “A little one,” I say.

Jenna laughs. “That’s okay,” she says. “The size of your personality isn’t what’s important right now. The size of your cock is. And it’s certainly not a little one.”

She takes my cock in her mouth again and starts bobbing her head forward and back, taking it three quarters of the way down every time, sucking me off at a good, solid, medium pace, her hand working in unison with her mouth.

She slides her knees back a little bit, until she’s in the traditional doggy-style position, giving me a much better view of her ass.

While she continues working my cock, I bend over and grab ahold of one of her ass cheeks and give it a squeeze. It’s soft at the surface but hard just underneath, big and shapely and extremely well-maintained.

Jenna pulls my cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, “You like my ass, don’t you.”

It’s not a question, not really, but I nod in reply anyway.

“Well then, let’s give you a better look.” She quickly slips out of her jeans and tosses them over by her purse, then climbs back into the same position as earlier; on her hands and knees, my cock in her mouth, her ass sticking up in the air. Now she’s wearing only a red g-string that barely covers her holes and leaves the rest of her round, bubbly ass exposed.

It’s such a perfect ass that I can’t help myself. I reach back and give it a little smack.

She lets out a yet little yelp of surprise followed by a moan of pleasure.

Taking this as a good sign, I switched my hand over to her other ass cheek and give it a smack also.

Jenna reacts the same way, punctuating her enjoyment by going after my cock with a little more urgency.

Enjoying the way things are going, I smack her ass again, a little bit harder this time. She ups the energy even more. So I smack her again, and again, and again, trading off ass cheeks, my slaps getting a little more intense every time, my cock growing harder and harder inside her mouth as she continues matching my aggression.

Once both her ass cheeks are good and red, I stand up straight once again and look down to watch her suck my cock.

She sees me watching and gives me a wink then rises up a little higher. Putting her hands on my thighs for balance she pushes her head forward, taking my entire cock in her mouth, and holding it there, deep in her throat.

“Holy fuck,” I moan under my breath as she deepthroats me for a good five seconds before pulling her head off.

“Do you like that?” she asks after catching her breath. “Do you like it when I swallow your entire cock and hold it deep in my throat?”

I nod.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes please,” I say.

“Oooohhhh, you actually spoke,” she says. “You must really like it.”

I nod.

Laughing softly, she wraps her lips around my cock and again deepthroats me, this time maintaining eye contact the entire time.

I put my hands on the back of her head and force my cock even further down her throat, until her nose is pressing up against my skin and her bottom lip is touching my ballsack.

Jenna gags and coughs and tries to back away but I don’t let her, holding her head in place with my hands for another couple seconds before finally letting her go. Her head flies back and she gasps for air.

Once she’s caught her breath, she gathers up a bunch in saliva and spits it on my cock and starts working it in with her hand. Looking up at me, her eyes filled with excitement and her lips turned up in a big smile, she says, “You like taking charge, do you?”

“Sometimes,” I say.

“Then go right ahead,” she says, putting her arms behind her back and opening her mouth wide. “Take charge. Show me what you can do.”  

I take a half step forward and slide my cock into her mouth, then grab two handfuls of her hair and move my hips back and forth, face-fucking her.

I start off relatively slowly, giving her my entire cock from tip to base in a series of medium-paced pumps. Wet, gagging sounds are coming from her mouth and saliva is dripping down her chin, some of it getting on her chest and some of it getting on the floor. She’s still looking up at me, tears leaking down her puppy-dog eyes, making a mess of her mascara.

Even though it’s probably all an act, the look of pure submission on Jenna’s face fuels me further, and it isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock into her mouth more intensely, my balls slapping up against her chin at the end of every thrust. I hammer her face a few more times before holding it deep in her throat, forcing her to deepthroat me once again.

After holding my cock in her throat for a full eight seconds this time, I release her head, giving her the chance to back away, but she stays there for a couple more seconds on her own before finally pulling her head off.

Before she even has a chance to catch her breath, I bend over at the waist and stick my tongue in her mouth. With her chest heaving, we make out, the sensation amplified by her desperate need for air.

One of her hands migrates to my cock and starts playing with it while one of mine makes its way under her sweater to one of her breasts to rub and caress her nipple.

Eventually I break off the kiss, allowing her to finally fully catch her breath. We both take the time to shrug our shirts off, leaving her red g-string as the only piece of clothing on either of us.

Looking up at me as I stand over her, Jenna says, “Are you ready to stick that nice cock of yours in my pussy?”

I nod.

“I’m ready for it to,” she says. “Well, almost. First I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything you want,” I say.

“Anything?” she asks.

I nod.

“Well, in that case . . .”

Jenna releases my cock and turns her body so she’s facing away from me. She slips her panties off then drops her hands to the floor, putting her in the doggy position. With her back arched and her ass up in the air she turns her upper body to look back at me.

“Well,” she says. “What are you waiting for? Come on down here and eat my pussy.”

I drop down to my hands and knees and stick my tongue out and run it up her shaved, sweet snatch, starting at the bottom and finishing up near her asshole.

I do this a couple times, my tongue penetrating her pussy a little more deeply with every pass, building up the anticipation. After getting her pussy nice and wet, I bury my face between her cheeks, my nose pressing up against her asshole, my rigid tongue pushing deep inside her pussy.

“There you go,” she says. “Stick that tongue deep in my pussy.”

I grab ahold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide, then press my face more firmly against her.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says, moaning as she says the words. Her upper body is still turned, allowing her to look back and watch me as I eat her pussy. “You like the taste of my sweet little snatch, don’t you?” she says.

I nod as best I can without slipping my tongue out of her pussy.

“Yeah, I can tell,” she says. “Here, let me help you get a better taste.”

Smiling, she reaches back with one arm and grabs the back of my head and pulls me in tighter against her, smashing my face against her flesh. Her pussy is gushing by now, drenching my entire face with her juices as she holds me in place.

My breath grow more shallow, searching for air wherever it can be found. There isn’t much of it, and what there is seems to come from inside Jenna. I feel like I’m breathing in her essence, and it’s making me lightheaded. But instead of causing panic, it makes me feel euphoric. If I’m going to get smothered to death what better place to do so than Jenna Mynx’s pussy?

My peripheral vision is just starting to turn gray when Jenna finally releases my head. I pull back a little bit and breathe some good, clean air in an attempt to clear my head. I’m just starting to feel normal again when she slams her ass back into my face one more time.

But instead of holding it there she pulls back quickly before slamming it back again. Jenna bounces her ass against my face a few times, laughing in pleasure as she does so.

Once she’s had her fun, she says, “Okay, you’ve been a good boy. I guess you can stick your cock inside me now.”

Staying on my knees, I raise my upper body and shuffle towards her until the front of my thighs are touching the back of hers and my hard cock is resting on top of her ass. I grab ahold of my cock and rub the tip of it against her pussy for a few seconds before sliding it in.

I work it slowly, starting off by giving her just the tip, then gradually giving her more and more of my cock until she’s getting the whole thing, from tip to base, with every pump.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” she says. “Work my little pussy with your cock.”

Jenna’s dirty talking gets me fired up. I put my hands on her hips and pump her pussy with more intensity, hammering away at her with everything I have while excited sounds escape from her mouth.

I press down on her lower back, forcing Jenna to arch her spine. This alters the angle of entry and allows me to penetrate her more deeply. I slam away at her, the sounds of flesh slapping together filling the room.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” she says between shallow, desperate breaths. “Pound that fucking pussy. Treat me like the slut that I am.”

Jenna sounds like she means it, so I decide to test her out, slapping her ass with my palm.

“That’s it,” she says. “Slap that fucking ass while you fuck me.”

So I do, smacking her ass repeatedly while I continue fucking her pussy.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she says, practically screaming now. I’m pounding her with more aggression than ever before, my body slamming up against hers hard enough to cause her to yelp when we come together.

Wanting to mix things up a little bit, I wrap my hand around her waist and guide her to the floor so we’re both lying down in the spoon position, her ass pressing up against me. I grab ahold of my cock and smack it against her ass, then slide it into her pussy from behind.

I work it slowly at first, getting used to the new position before gradually picking up steam. She grabs ahold of one of her ass cheeks and pulls on it, opening herself up to me even more.

It isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock in and out of her pussy, pummeling her while she groans and moans beneath me. She turns her upper body so both her shoulder blades are on the floor, leaving her lower half sideways to me, allowing us to make out while I continue fucking her from behind.

Leaving my cock deep insider Jenna’s pussy, I pause for a moment, then hook my arm around her leg. With the crook of my elbow under her knee, I lift her leg until it’s facing up towards the ceiling and continue fucking her.

Staring at her face, which is just inches from mine, I give her a little smack on the breast.

“Oh, you want to get rough, do you?” she says. “Is that what you want?”

Instead of nodding I give her an evil little smile.

“Well if you’re going to do it, do it right,” Jenna says. “Slap my tits like you mean it.”

So I do, smacking it harder.

“That’s more like it,” she says. “But you can do it even harder. I can take it.”

With my cock slamming her pussy more aggressively than ever, I slap Jenna’s tit again. The sound echoes about the room like a gunshot. She yelps, then a low moan follows.

Jenna’s body is bucking up against me, slamming into me just as much as I’m slamming into her. She’s looking directly at me, her eyes full of need.

“Smack my face,” she says, her voice low and serious. “I want you to smack my fucking face.”

I oblige Jenna, giving her a little slap on the cheek.

“Harder,” she says.

I smack her harder.

“Harder,” she says again.

I slap her even harder.

“There you go,” she says. “That’s better. Do it again.”

So I do.

“Again,” she says, her tone desperate now. “Don’t stop. Keep slapping me. Make my fucking face red.”

I slap her continuously while her moans grow louder and her breath rate increases until she’s practically hyperventilating.

“Punish me,” she growls while I’m smacking away at her. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to get punished.”

A low, guttural moan escapes from her mouth and her body shivers in pleasure.

I smack her again. And again. And again, unsure of how many times I’ve done it. But Jenna is still enjoying it more than ever. Or her body is, at least. Her screams and shudders continue growing in intensity until a huge, bucking, screeching orgasm finally overwhelms her.

Jenna takes a moment to recover, then pulls her pussy off my cock and turns around and pushes my shoulders down so I’m lying down with my back to the floor and my face towards the ceiling.

“Now it’s my turn to take control for a little while,” she says, straddling me, her knees on the floor on either side of my body. Staring down at me with a smile on her face, she grabs ahold of my cock and holds it upright as she eases her pussy onto it, taking just the tip of it inside her and holding it there for a couple seconds before lowering the rest of herself down onto me.

With her palms on the floor alongside my head, Jenna rides my cock, leaning forward so her perky little tits are in my face. I attach my mouth to one of her nipples while she moves her ass forward and back, still staring down at me.

I put my hands on her hips and help Jenna bounce up and down on me, impaling herself on my cock. Then I let my hands drop and slap her ass. She bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head and starts hammering herself down on me even harder. I slap her ass again. She replies by raising her upper body up and riding me even more aggressively than ever, her entire weight slamming down on me now.

“You like that?” she says. “You like when I ride your cock? When I bounce up and down on you like a fucking jackhammer?”

In reply I grab a handful of her hair and yank back on it, tilting her chin to the ceiling and arching her spine, displaying her perky little tits more prominently. Hanging onto her hair with one hand, I use the other to give her tits a smack, first one and then the other.

“Hit me harder,” she says, practically snarling the words while she glares down at me with fire in her eyes. Jenna is totally into it now. “Fucking hit me harder.”

So I do, releasing her hair and slapping away at her tits with both hands. The sounds of flesh on flesh fill the room like a gunshot, echoing about, combining with the animal noises coming out of both our mouths to create a veritable symphony of sex.

Close to the point of no return now, I roll Jenna over, putting her on her back. She grabs her legs and spreads them wide, pulling back on them a little bit, her legs straight, her muscles taut.

“Is this how you want me?” she asks, the little half-smile back on her face. “Spread wide and waiting for you?”

“That’s exactly how I want you,” I say, sliding my cock into her pussy and hammering away, my hands squeezing her inner thighs. I’m finally starting to loosen up, getting my groove back, losing the last vestiges of my embarrassment.

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