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INVITING & EROTIC

8 KINKY STORIES

JT Holland

Copyright 2019 by JT Holland

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

IN LOVE WITH MY PORNSTAR NEIGHBOR (DAY TWO)

MY DREAM SLUT

LATE NIGHT FILTH

PASSING THE TEST

ANALLY DEPRAVED

POUNDING HER ASS

LONG OVERDUE AFFAIR

THE SLUTTY ANAL BABE

 AUTHOR’S NOTE


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IN LOVE WITH MY PORNSTAR NEIGHBOR (DAY TWO)

 

First of all, let me just say that today was even better than yesterday, something I hadn’t even dared to dream about. Don’t get me wrong, I was expecting another great day, but I wasn’t thinking it would be all that different than the day before. Maybe a couple different positions, a little bit more chemistry, a little bit less awkwardness on my part, but much the same tone and style and intensity. And that would have been perfectly fine with me. We could have done the exact same thing four days in a row and I would have been completely content. After all, people spend the whole lives having basically the same sex with the same person, and for the most part, they seemed satisfied with that. Certainly four days of sex with a pornstar would be incredible, even if all four days were virtually the same.

But luckily for me Heather had other plans. She wasn’t satisfied with just teaching me the ropes; she wanted to make me an expert in bed. Or so she claimed. Whatever her reasons, I wasn’t going to argue with her. Not after what we did together. It was so far beyond what I had hoped for it was ridiculous. The greatest day ever. The kind of day every kid dreams about and every man wishes he had to look back on.

 

#

 

You would think that after having sex six times the previous day I’d be worn out. You’d be wrong. Not only was I rearing to go from the moment I woke up this morning, I could barely even contain myself. School seemed even more boring and lame than usual, and I was so distracted that I ditched my final two classes so I get over to Heather’s house that much sooner. I figured I only had 3 more days with her, why waste even a fraction of one of them at school?

She was watching TV when I knocked on the back door. Smiling, she climbed up off the couch and let me in. She was wearing pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. She didn’t have any makeup on and her hair was done back in a ponytail. Not that it mattered. My dick got hard just looking at her.

“A bit early today, aren’t you?” she said.

“School just didn’t seem that important today. Especially when I had a real education waiting for me.”

Heather smiled and closed the door then took my hand and led me towards the couch. “So I take it you didn’t wake up today with any reservations about what happened yesterday?”

“The only thing I woke up with today was morning wood,” I said.

She laughed. “Morning wood? After what we did yesterday?”

I nodded.

“I must admit, that’s pretty impressive.”

“Not as impressive as you are.”

“In this getup?” she said. “Hell, I look like the Wicked Witch of the West.”

“What are you talking about,” I said. “You look hot as hell.”

“Don’t give me that shit,” she said. “Here, sit down and I’ll go put on something a little more sexy.”

She turned and started to walk away but I grabbed her hand. “I’m serious. You look great. Perfect.”

“Really?”

“Would I lie?”

“All men lie,” Heather said. Her tone was harsh but she had a playful little grin on her face. “But there’s one thing that doesn’t.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, pretty sure where this was going but playing along anyway. “And what’s that?”

She reached down and grabbed my cock, which was pushing against the fabric of my jeans with painful insistence.

“Nope, you’re not lying,” she said.

“I told you.”

“Of course, being that you’re an 18-year old boy, a boner is just the default state of your cock.”

“That’s true,” I offered. “But you can’t hold that against me.”

“I suppose not,” she said, giving me a little push towards the couch. “But I can hold it for you.” Another push, this one forcing me to sit.

“You’d do that for me?” I said with a smile as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

“It would be my pleasure,” Heather said, undoing the waistband of my shorts and unzipping the fly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Not at all,” I said as she wrapped her hand around my cock. “Not. At. All.”

Heather ran her tongue down the length of my shaft. Slowly, gently, taunting me, teasing me, and more importantly (as I was soon to find out) preparing me. “And maybe even help relieve you of some of the pressure. Eventually.”

“What do you mean, eventually?”

“Today is going to be a little bit different than yesterday,” she said in between licks. “Don’t get me wrong, yesterday was fun.” Lick. “But you need to learn how to last longer before having an orgasm.” Lick. “So today we’re going to concentrate on increasing your stamina.” Lick.

“And how are we going to accomplish that?” I asked, mostly just because I felt like I should at least pretend like I had a say in the proceedings.

“Easy,” Heather said, pausing a moment to wrap her lips around the tip of my cock and give me a couple of quick sucks before popping it back out. “Every time you feel like you’re about to cum, you pull out. Give yourself a chance to calm down before you stick it back in.”

“Won’t that be annoying for you?”

“Don’t worry about me,” she said, getting a few licks of my balls in before continuing. “Today is about you. Just concentrate on yourself.”

“And what exactly do I have to do?”

“It’s not what you have to do,” she said, pausing for a moment to run her tongue from the base of my shaft all the way to the head of my cock. “It’s what you can’t do.”

“And what’s that?”

“You can’t cum until I give you permission.”

“How long are we talking about here?”

“One hour.”

I laughed but there was no humor involved. “No fucking way I can hold out that long.”

“I have faith in you,” Heather said. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not going to be easy. You’re going to have to work hard if you’re going to pull it off. But if you do, there’s a special surprise waiting for you at the end.”

“What is it?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it,” she said. “But I promise you, it’ll be worth it.”

“I’m sure it will be,” I said. “And I really want to see what the surprise is. But there’s just no way I can hold out. Not as riled up as I am already. You’re all I’ve been thinking about for the last twelve hours straight.”

She looked at me with equal parts humor and pity. “All right, I’ll tell you what. One freebie to start off the day, because you were so cute earlier, telling me I looked fine just the way I was.”

“I meant it.”

“I know you did,” Heather said. “Which is the only reason why I’m going to let you cum one time before we get started in earnest.”

She grabbed my shorts and slid them the rest of the way off then slipped out of her shirt, exposing her breasts. Even now, after having seen them up close multiple times, I couldn’t get over how perfect they were.

But Heather didn’t give me much time admire then, as she scooted in closer towards and again grabbed ahold of my dick. She sucked on the tip of my cock for a few seconds, then popped it out of her mouth and smacked it against her tits, going from one to the other and back again before putting it back in her mouth. Still gripping the base of my cock, she suddenly took it halfway down, to the edge of her hand, holding it there for a few moments before letting it slip out of her mouth.

She spit on my cock and slapped it against her tongue a few times before taking it down a little deeper, making me gasp. She popped my cock out of her mouth and jerked it off, smiling all the while.

“You weren’t kidding about being all riled up, were you?” she said.

“No,” I said. Not at all. I was maybe a minute away from being done already, if that. Pathetic, I know, but what can I say? I’d been thinking about this since the moment I left her house the afternoon before. The way I figured things it was amazing I’d made it this long.

My inner dialogue must have been playing over my face, as Heather took one look at me and starting laughing. She took a moment to gather herself and went back to work. She slapped my cock on her tongue a couple of times before taking it in her mouth again, taking it deeper this time, her lips creating a seal, her hand moving up and down my shaft in conjunction with her mouth, moving at a good rhythm, not too fast, not too slow.

Slurping sounds filled the room. The pressure was building with every pump. I was already almost at the point of no return, when Heather dropped her head down on my cock, taking the whole thing in her mouth, all the way down her throat.

Ho-ly fuck, I thought. I might have said it too. At this point I wasn’t sure about anything. I was blown away. Literally and figuratively. I mean, here I was getting deepthroated by a pornstar in the middle of the afternoon while I should be in math class. Insane. The whole idea of it, just as much as the physical sensation, helped put me over the top.

“Holy shit I’m gonna cum,” I said all in one burst.

Heather pulled off, leaving my cock coated in her saliva and her face right in the line of fire. She jerked me off as I came, my seed shooting straight into the air like fireworks, getting on the couch, the floor, my legs, her chest, but mostly on her face. Streams of white cum dripped down it. It was gross and nasty and sexy as hell.

“Wow,” Heather said, laughing. “That was quite the explosion.”

“I told you I was all riled up.”

“You certainly did,” she said. “Now pull your pants back up, sit tight, and watch some TV. I’ll come down when I’m ready to go.”

 

#

 

Twenty minutes later she arrived at the top of the stairs. An involuntary whistle left my throat.

“I take it you like what you see?” she said as she started down the stairs.

“Hell yes,” I said, understated as always, afraid what might come out if I said more.

Heather looked incredible—dark hair hanging straight down her back, cherry red lipstick, black eye shadow. But that was only half of it. She was dressed for success (a pornstar’s version, anyway) with red, 4-inch fuck-me pumps, black fishnet stockings, a garter belt and black panties covered by a skimpy little red and black plaid skirt that shouldn’t even really be called a skirt considering it didn’t hide anything at all. Above the waist she had a lingerie top that accentuated her tiny figure while showing off her tits yet covering just enough of them to leave a little bit to the imagination.

After arriving at the bottom of the stairs Heather walked towards me in an exaggeratedly sexy fashion. She came to a stop a few feet from me, standing there, towering over me, my face at the same height as her crotch. It was all I could do to take my eyes off her lower half and look up at her face.

“How the hell am I supposed to last an hour with you looking like that? I’m getting hard just looking at you.”

“I have faith in you,” she said,

 “That makes one of us,” I said.

“Come on, it’s only an hour.”

I laughed and shook my head. Being on the couch and looking up at her just made things worse, like I was some pathetic little mortal looking up at a goddess. Which, come to think of it, described the dynamic pretty accurately.

“It’ll be a miracle if I make it five minutes,” I said under my breath.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Scott. You can do it. Don’t worry, I’ll help.”

“Yeah, some help you’ll be. If you wanted to help you would have come down in overalls instead of dressed up like—” I stopped short, not sure how she would take what I almost said. I should have known better.

“A slut?” she said.

“I was thinking more like the hottest girl in history.”

“That wouldn’t have been any fun,” Heather said, smiling. “My goal was to make this as challenging as possible. I mean, just think; if you can last an hour with me looking like this—” She slowly spun in a circle, showing off her ridiculously insane body. “—Imagine how long you could last with a regular girl.”

I had no doubt she was right, but right now I couldn’t imagine life without Heather, let alone with a regular girl. But there was no reason to go there, not now. Better to just enjoy things.

She bent over at the waist, leaning in towards me. Her mouth next to my ear, she whispered, “Your hour starts now,” and gave my rapidly hardening dick a little squeeze. “Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes, big boy.”

The clock on the cable box said 1:43PM.

 

#

 

I had my first close call at 1:48.

We’d started off slowly, with a still fully-dressed (as skimpily as that may be) Heather sitting on my lap while we made out.

It quickly escalated though, with Heather slipping her tits out of her bra and sticking them in my face while slowly starting to dry hump my rapidly hardening cock. Before I knew what had happened, she had undone my zipper and slipped her panties to the side and grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it inside her pussy and started to work it, slowly but surely, riding the length of my cock in slow, measured strokes, our faces inches apart, her eyes locked onto mine, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth, her tongue periodically flicking out and exploring the inside of my mouth, her breath—hot and sweet smelling, like cinnamon—growing more and more labored along with mine.

It felt so good that I quickly forgot the objective of the exercise until it was almost too late. It wasn’t until I was right at the point of entering the home stretch when I somehow remembered.

I grabbed her hips and lifted her off my cock and quickly slid out from under her and hopped to my feet. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and waited for the moment to pass.

When I opened them again Heather was looking at me from the couch. She was lying on her side and she was playing with her pussy. She was wearing an evil little smile.

“That’s not fair,” I said.

“Why, whatever do you mean?” she asked in a mock innocent voice.

“I mean how am I supposed to last an hour with you doing things like that?”

“You didn’t think we were going to just sit here and talk, did you?”

“No, but—” I trailed off, not sure what I thought. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it up to that point.

“Anyone can avoid having an orgasm by not having sex,” Heather said. “There’s no challenge in that. You have to earn your reward.” She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, opening herself up to me. She hooked her left arm around her left leg, pinning it back. She was still working her pussy with her right hand. “But if you can figure out a way to not make me miss having you inside me, you might be able to get away with it.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“Oh, I’m sure you can figure something out,” she said, pulling her fingers out of her pussy and sticking them in her mouth.

Laughing under my breath, I shook my head in mock consternation, dropped to my knees, and made my way towards her.

 

#

 

I made it another 20 minutes before I almost came again.

I’d had my face buried in Heather’s pussy pretty much the entire time since the last close call, alternating between licking and sucking, sticking my tongue inside her for a little while, then my fingers, varying pressure and intensity based on her feedback, trying to mix it up enough to keep her happy, thereby lessening the chances of an accidental orgasm. And I was successful. I still didn’t feel like I had a good idea of what to do down there, but whatever I was doing seemed to be working. Based on the sounds coming from her mouth and more importantly, the state of wetness of her pussy, Heather was clearly into it. So far there was no hint from her that she was ready for something different.

Unfortunately for me, I was.

Her pussy was so invitingly wet and my dick was so irresistibly hard that I just couldn’t resist sticking it in her. Just a taste, I told myself, nowhere near enough to put myself near the edge of cumming. A few pumps and then I’d pull back out, just enough to relieve a little bit of the pressure.

Of course it didn’t work out like I’d planned. Things rarely did.

I pulled my face out from between her legs, sat up a bit, edged my hips in closer, grabbed a hold of my cock, and slid it inside her pussy. Heather gasped and looked up at me, smiling and nodding her head.

“You like that?” I said. Her attitude starting to rub off on me just a bit.

“I fucking love it,” she said.

I worked my cock inside her, trying to take things slow but having trouble because she was so ridiculously wet. Without consciously meaning to, I started to speed things up, pumping my hips faster and faster. Heather wasn’t helping things, having thrown her right leg up over my shoulder and using it for leverage to move her body against mine.

I had to put a stop to that. It was hard enough to keep myself from cumming when I had total control; I had no chance if I let Heather dictate anything. So I quickly pulled out and flopped down on the opposite side of the couch, putting a little distance between us to help me resist the temptation.

Heather gave me a pouty look.

“Sorry,” I said. “But I don’t trust you.”

Her eyes radiated disappointment. “Can I at least taste myself?”

“I don’t know . . .”

“Pleeeeeeeease?” she said, begging me for it. “I’ll play nice. I promise. I just want a teeny tiny little taste.”

Whether she actually meant it or was just messing with me some more I didn’t know. And it didn’t really matter. The effect was the same. How can you deny a pornstar a chance to suck her pussy juices off of your cock? You can’t. Or maybe you can. But I sure as hell can’t.

“Fine,” I said, pretending to be annoyed. “But just a quick taste.”

She smiled and clapped her hands together and slid over towards me, positioning herself next to me, sitting sideways on the couch while I sat normally.

At first, she was true to her word, doing nothing more than running her tongue up and down my cock and gently taking it in her mouth. It felt great, don’t get me wrong, but it didn’t put me in danger of immediately shooting my load. Of course, she couldn’t resist fucking with me a little, and after a minute or two of taking things easy, she suddenly dropped her head down on my cock, taking it all the way down her throat and holding it there.

 Normally this would be a more than welcome development, but right now it was my worst nightmare. I was simply too close to cumming to let her to keep me in her throat for more than a few seconds. I tried to ride it out, hoping that she’d have to come up for a breath before I shot my load, but every second was an eternity and I quickly realized I was going to lose that race. It just felt too damn good for me to hang on.  I tried to shimmy away but she burrowed her head further down, not giving so much as an inch. Torn between extreme pleasure and complete panic I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head off my cock.

She came up gasping for air but smiling wickedly. Saliva was dripping down her chin. I realized I still had a firm grip on her hair and loosened my fist, letting it go.

“You’re an evil little bitch, aren’t you,” I said, my playful tone clashing with the harsh words.

“You’re just figuring that out?”

“I’m just starting to realize the extent of it.”

“Just remember,” Heather said, climbing up onto the couch to sit beside me. “Everything I’m doing is for your own good.”

“Heather Phillips, the Good Samaritan pornstar.”

“You’d better believe it, baby.” She glanced over at the clock. “Check it out, you’re almost there. Another 10 minutes and you earn your reward.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Hey, I told you I was going to make it difficult. If it’s easy it ain’t worth doing. That’s my motto.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I can tell.”

“If you want I can make it up to you,” she said.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“By giving you a little break. Or your cock one, at least.”

“Sure you will,” I said, dripping sarcasm.

“Trust me,” she said.

I laughed. “Yeah, right. I’ve already gone down that path a few times and got burned.”

“I won’t touch your cock, I promise. Not until time is up.”

“And if you do?”

“Then you win.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

I flashed her a skeptical look. “What are you going to do?”

“Just sit back and you’ll find out,” she said.

“And I choose not to?”

“Then I’m going to spend the next ten minutes doing everything in my power to make you cum.”

I laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I can’t say no.”

“You could,” Heather said. “But I wouldn’t suggest it. Besides, chances are you’ll like it.”

“I don’t know . . .”

“Quit being such a wimp,” she said. “Have I misled you yet?”

“As a matter of fact—”

“Oh, just shut up,” she said, pushing my head back against the couch until I was lying on top of the pillow with my face to the ceiling. Before I had a chance to wonder what was going to happen next, she climbed atop me, straddled my head with her legs, and dropped her pussy right on top of my face.

Her hands gripping the hair on the back of my head for leverage, she put her whole weight onto my face, nearly smothering me. For what seemed like an eternity, she sat on my face, sometimes grinding on top of it, sometimes rubbing it back and forth across it, sometimes riding my tongue, occasionally giving me a little air to breathe. It was horrible, it was wonderful, it was insane. It was all I could do to not jerk off while she was up there, but I was afraid that a single touch would finish things. I was enjoying myself so much that I felt a physical wave of disappointment when she climbed off.  

 

#

 

My disappointed quickly subsided once I caught a glimpse of the clock. Somehow I’d actually made it a full hour. Finally I could release the pressure that was threatening to rip me into two.

“See,” Heather said as she slid down my body and straddled my waist, then grabbed a hold of my cock and guided it into her moist pussy. “I knew you could do it. One hour on the mark.”

“It’s a fucking miracle,” I said. “Literally.”

“I never had a doubt,” Heather said. “So, are you ready to bring it on home?”

“Hell yeah.”

Squatting over me, her feet flat on the couch, Heather leaned back and put her hands on my thighs and started to work my cock, slowly at first, building up a rhythm, taking my cock halfway down inside her before bouncing back up again, expertly manipulating the angle of my cock to provide maximum pressure.

She increased the intensity for a short time, her moans increasing right along with her speed, then she shifted her legs so her knees were now on the couch. She took a moment to undo her bra and drop it to the ground.   

With her glorious tits now open to the world and staring right at me, I couldn’t resist the temptation of grabbing onto them and squeezing. Heather gasped and shifted so her knees were on the couch and leaned forward and started bouncing even harder, her hair covering her face as she drove her pussy down onto my cock, both of us grunting with exertion.

I shifted slightly moving my hips further down the couch so my ass was hanging off the edge, allowing me to pump my hips upward as she came down.

“That’s it, right there,” Heather said, speaking more quickly now, her breathing coming faster and faster. “Fuck me, baby. Give it to me. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

I didn’t stop, continuing to pump her with everything I had. But surprisingly, I still wasn’t in danger of cumming. It was as if spending the last hour trying so desperately to hang on had somehow tempered me, allowing me to last longer without having an orgasm. Now that I could cum whenever I wanted to, I didn’t have to. Was this what Heather had planned on all along? I had no idea. I’d have to ask her after we were all through.

But in the meantime, I was going to just relax and enjoy my newfound control.

A short time later Heather climbed off my cock and slid down to the floor. She got on her hand and knees, her perfect ass facing me, taunting me, and began to work her pussy with her fingers. I was so transfixed that I didn’t realize I’d started stroking myself. She flicked her head to one side, sending her hair flying, then turned and looked at me.

“Do you like what you see?” she said. “You like me on my hands and knees, waiting for you to take me from behind?”

I nodded.

“Then what’s taking so long?” Heather said. “Come over here and give me that hard cock of yours.”

I climbed off the couch and walked over toward Heather. For a moment I just stood over her, looking down at her perfect body, taking a mental snapshot to savor forever. A ridiculously hot pornstar, on her hands and knees, begging for me to fuck her doggy style while I stood over her. The stuff dreams are made of.

And then I was down on my knees and sidling up to her and sticking my cock in her.

“Let me do it,” Heather said. “Let me work that fucking dick inside me.”

I held my ground as she started working her ass, slowly at first, moving it back and forth, then around and around, gradually picking up steam until she was bouncing back against me hard enough that I had to grab onto her ass to avoid losing my balance.

“That’s it,” she said, mistaking my move for initiative. “Take control, Scott. Fuck me like the slut that I am. Make me your little fuckdoll.”

So I did my best, spreading her ass apart while I slammed my cock inside her, going balls deep, our bodies slapping up against each other, her perfect ass bouncing off my hips as we came together, Heather grunting with every thrust, her voice growing louder and louder with her wordless sounds of pleasure.

She shifted a bit, lifting her head and tilted it back towards me. She gave a little flick of her head and her hair spilled down her back.

It was too much to resist. I grabbed a handful of her hair and used the newfound leverage to slam into her even more aggressively.

“Oh yeah, pull my hair,” Heather said, her voice more of a growl than usual. “Pull my hair and fuck me like I deserve to get fucked.”

I yanked back harder, tilting her head even further back towards me, forcing her to arch her back even more, allowing me deeper access to her. It also accentuated her shoulder blades, which for some reason was sexy as hell and was the final straw in pushing me over the edge.

I slammed into her a few more times and then I was there.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I said, the words coming out choked.

Heather shimmied off my cock, spun around quickly and crawled over to me. She was on the floor, her hand on my cock, jerking me off, her mouth working the tip, her eyes looking up at me.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” I said, trying to give her fair warning so she could get out of the way. But apparently that wasn’t in her plans.

She continued jerking me and sucking me, even as my body tensed in preparation of release. I tried to pull away so I wouldn’t cum in her mouth but she wouldn’t let go of my cock, keeping a firm grip with her hand and tight seal with her mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried, giving her one last chance.

But she was going through with it. So I held it off no longer and gave in and let my body come to it’s natural climax. One final tense, and then an explosive release and I shot a stream of cum directly into Heather’s mouth. And another. And another, my body shuddering slightly after the third one.

But still Heather held my cock in her mouth, sucking on it, eliciting every last drop from it, causing me to shimmy and shake with the sensation. 

Finally she released my cock. Then, while staring straight at me, she tilted her head back slightly and swallowed my cum.

I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re one nasty girl, aren’t you?”

“You’d better believe it,” Heather said.

“So I take it that was my reward for lasting a whole hour?”

“Nah, that was just me wanting to drink your cum.”

“Then what’s the reward?” I asked, my mind racing at what depraved debauchery was in store if her swallowing my load was just an everyday occurrence.

“A date with me,” Heather said.

“A date?”

“Yeah, you know, dinner and a movie.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Not at all,” she said. “So what do you say? Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Sure,” I said, once I’d convinced myself she wasn’t just messing with me. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

 

#

 

THE DATE

 

“So what’s this all about?” I asked.

We were at Mastro’s, eating steaks, sharing a bottle of wine that Heather had ordered—she was only 19, but she looked years older on this night, and the waiter never asked for ID—and so far having a great time, despite this above question being at the forefront of my mind the entire evening so far. It was only after finishing the second glass of wine that I’d found enough guts to ask.

“I just thought it would be good if we got to know each other a little better,” she said. “What, with this being our last night together and all.”

Our last night? Panic shot through my system. Had I done something wrong? Pissed her off somehow?

“You’re leaving tomorrow?” I said carefully.

She nodded. “My parents will be back in the afternoon.”

“But I thought they weren’t coming home for another couple of days.”

“They had a change of plans,” she said.

I dropped my head, not wanting Heather to see how distraught and disappointed I was. But it was no use. It was radiating off me in waves. “So, after tonight, I’ll never see you again?”

“I didn’t say that,” she said.

My eyes shot up in surprise.

“That’s part of what tonight is about,” Heather said. “Deciding whether or not I’ll be looking you up anytime soon.”

“What do you mean?”

She took a drink of her wine and offered me a little smile, as though she was explaining to a 3-year old why the sky is blue . “What I mean is, even though you started off as nothing more than something to keep my busy for a couple of days, somewhere along the way, I grew to kind of like you. Or at least, what little I know about you.”

My face turned red and I dropped my eyes. As I probably stated before,  taking compliments isn’t one of my strongest areas.

“But considering all we’ve done is fuck for the last two days, I decided that we needed to spend some time outside the house, talking, hanging out, just getting to know each other. Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not that,” I said. “It’s just . . . this isn’t what I was expecting. I just figured after these couple of days were up, you’d disappear back into the sunset, never to be seen again.”

“Is that what you want? To never hear from me again after tonight?”

“Not at all,” I answered immediately. “But I guess I don’t really know where this is going. Suppose we hang out and get along well and start to actually like each other. What then? Are we talking boyfriend and girlfriend here? Fuck buddies? What?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of friends with benefits,” she said. “Nothing serious, just, you know, maybe get together every once in a while and hang out. Do whatever comes natural. It’s not like I’m proposing that I stop making porn and you drop out of college and we move in together or anything like that. It’s just . . .” She trailed off and shook her head.

“What?”

Heather took a deep breath and looked up at me. For the first time since I’d met her, she actually seemed like a regular human being instead of some super goddess from another planet. With emotions and fears and doubts, just like the rest of us. I was catching a glimpse of her with her guard down. It was the most exhilarating moment of the last few days.

“It’s just that I think you’re pretty cool, and I don’t want this to be our last night together,” she said.

“I think you’re cool too,” I said. “And I think we should spend many more nights together.”

She smiled. I smiled. She laughed. I laughed. We both drank from our glass of wine. And then we started to talk. For real.

 

#

 

I won’t bore you with the details of the date. But suffice it to say, the more we got to know each other, the more we liked each other. Which is quite a feat when you think about it. And by the end of our date, we decided that we did want to see each other in the future. We weren’t sure what it would bring, but that was half the fun of it. So we went back to her house, and made love one final time.

We didn’t fuck. We didn’t screw. We didn’t have sex.

We made love.

And it was the best night of my life.

 

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MY DREAM SLUT

 

For those of you who don’t already know, I love escorts. For many reasons, but mostly because you always know what you’re getting. Namely, laid. Without any hassle, without any bullshit, without the slightest worry. Just a phone call and a few hundred dollars and you can make any of your wildest fantasies a reality. One of the few certainties in an increasingly uncertain world. That being said, even a complete control freak like myself occasionally likes a little uncertainty. Not enough to wonder about whether or not I’m going to get laid, mind you, but sometimes I don’t want to know beforehand exactly how the night is going to go. Believe it or not, every once in a while, even I like a little mystery. So on this night, when I call that special number I tell the familiar voice on the other side of the line that I don’t have a specific preference for that night. Looks, attitude, style, body type; it doesn’t matter. Surprise me. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but for me that’s going out on a limb. Curious to hear how it turns out? Then continue on.

 

I’m just finishing my fourth Jack and Coke when the doorbell rings. I jump up and head towards the door, more excited than usual to see what I have waiting for me. Usually I take a nice long look out of the peephole to satisfy my curiosity—not to mention make sure I like what I see before I let them in my hotel room—but on this night I decide to continue with the uncertainty theme and open the door without taking a look.

As I watch her enter the room my uncertainty grows even further. I’m a creature of habit, and even though there’s a certain level of variation with the girls I order, it’s generally superficial; their hair color, the size of their boobs, their personalities, that sort of thing. At their core, the girls are always very similar. They’re young, they play up their slutty side, and their bodies are either tall and athletic or small and petite. That’s just the way I like them. But not this girl. She’s different.

First of all, she’s older. 27, maybe 28. Not old by any means but older than what I’m used to. Second, she’s got enormous tits. Practically the size of my head. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you, but again, it’s different. She’s very tall—practically my height even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She not fat, not even close, but she’s definitely healthy, from her huge rack to her midsection to her relatively large (but admittedly sexy) ass to her powerful, figure-skater legs. She’s wearing normal clothes; blue jeans, a partially open leather jacket revealing a black bra underneath and black shoes. She’s got a gorgeous face, with big brown eyes, full lips and long, wavy brown hair. Her makeup is subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like a movie star than a slutty escort, which there’s absolutely nothing wrong with, it’s just not what I’m used to.

“You’re disappointed, aren’t you?” she says in a slightly scratchy, smoky voice. The smirk on her face implies that she’s not bothered at all by this, merely amused.

One of the best things about hiring escorts is you don’t have to worry about lying to save their feelings. It’s much easier to tell the truth to a woman when you’re paying for her services.

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” I say. “I’m just . . . uncertain.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re just different, that’s all. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re hot and all, you’re just not what I’m used to.”

“That’s kind of the point, isn’t it? You wanted to try something a little different, right? At least, that’s what I was told.”

“Actually, it is.”

“So why are you stressing over it?” she says. “You’re getting what you wanted, right? Even if you didn’t know exactly what it is you were getting?”

I offered a little chuckle. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Then just relax,” she says as she steps in closer and places a hand on my chest.. “I promise you’ll have a great time. Possibly even the best time you’ve ever had with a girl.” Her hand runs down my abdomen and over my crotch. My cock flutters a bit and her smirk grows into a knowing smile. Her voice drops to an alluring, nasty whisper. “Because while those young little sluts may have tighter bodies and prettier faces I guarantee they don’t know half the things I do. Or enjoy fucking nearly as much as I do.”

A tingle goes through my body and settles into my cock, which is growing more stiff with every word she utters. Suddenly I realize I’m no longer uncertain about this night, merely excited. Excited as I’ve ever been. She senses it too, or perhaps she just feels it filling up her hand, but either way she grabs my arm and leads me to the couch on the other side of the room.

Once there, she turns me around so my back is facing the couch and gives me a little push in the chest, sitting me down. She leans in towards me, her face mere inches from mine. I can smell peppermint on her breath.

“Now just sit back and relax and let me do my thing,” she says as she unzips the rest of her jacket and slips it off. She then flicks her hair to one side and unclips her bra and lets it fall to the ground, setting free her glorious tits. She grabs one, starts playing with it, then brings it up to her mouth and starts sucking on the nipple.

She looks at me, sees me staring at her, pops her nipple out of her mouth and gives me a wide smile.

“You like these, do you?” she says, squeezing her tits together.

I nod.

“You want to suck on them and slap them and fuck them, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I manage to squeak through my dry throat.

“I bet you do,” she says with a laugh.

She undoes her belt and then the buttons on her jeans, one at a time, slowly, savoring each one, building my anticipation. Once all the buttons are free she turns around so her ass is facing me and bends over at the waist, her legs straight. She wiggles out of her jeans slowly, revealing her round, perfect ass an inch at a time, deliberately torturing me.

Finally her jeans are off. The only clothing still on her body is a tiny black g-string. She drops onto all fours, her ass still facing me. She reaches around with her left hand and starts rubbing her pussy through the black panties. She turns her head and looks over her shoulder at me.

“What about my pussy?” she says. “Do you want lick it and slap it and fuck it too?”

“Very much so,” I say. The words sound pathetic coming out of my mouth but I’m beyond caring.

She laughs again and turns and crawls towards me. When she reaches me she stands up and steps forward and straddles me—one leg on each side—then leans forward and shakes her tits from side to side, her nipples brushing up against my mouth. I grab one tit in each hand and squeeze. She grabs the back of my head and pulls it forward, pressing it into her chest. With my head between her massive tits, I squeeze them together, smashing my face between them. I stick out my tongue and lick her chest, tasting the sweat off her skin. She releases some of the pressure and I pull back, sliding my mouth over to her rock-hard nipple. I take the nipple in my mouth and suck on it greedily, still squeezing her other tit with my free hand. She moans and throws her head back.

“That’s right, baby, just like that,” she says as she slides back and forth on my crotch. “Suck on those fucking titties.”

I pop her nipple out of my mouth and move towards the other one to even out the score. A few seconds later she leans in towards me again. She grabs my hair and pulls my head back, pulling it from her nipple. She sticks her tongue in my mouth and runs her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She releases her mouth from mine and slides down my body until she’s on the floor, her head between my legs.

Working frantically, she undoes my belt, pops the button on my pants and then unzips my zipper. She pulls the pants and my boxers off me and throws them to the side, freeing my rock-hard cock. She immediately goes to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other works my balls. She then pops the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in unison as her mouth drops further and further down my cock with every thrust, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.

I reach out and take a handful of her hair and pull it back so I can get a better view of what’s happening. This just seems to excite her further as she attacks my cock with even more energy than before. She looks up at me and winks and then my cock disappears completely as she deep-throats me. She holds my cock in her throat for a full five seconds, her nose pressing up against my stomach, her hand still working my balls the whole time. Then she gags and pulls her head back, releasing my cock from her throat, the tip white from the constriction.

She gathers up the saliva from her deep throat and spits it on my cock and again starts to stroke it. She’s looking right at me with a little smile on her face as she adjusts her position a bit, sitting higher up, so her tits are at the same level as my cock. She leans in closer to me and spits on my cock one more time then sticks my dick between her tits.

“Oh my god,” I say as she wraps her tits around my cock, squeezes them together, and starts to bounce.

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

I nod as she continues to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke. She squeezes harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure is nearly unbearable as she continues to squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce.

And then she releases my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knows exactly how close I am to blowing my load.

“Oh no you don’t,” she says. “I’m not through with you yet.”

She climbs up on to me and straddles me again, her feet sitting on top of the couch so she’s squatting over me, controlling everything. She grabs my cock in her hand and slides her pussy onto it, working the tip of my cock around the edges of it, slipping it in just a hair before snatching it back out and rubbing it along her snatch a little more. She does this two, three, four times, torturing me but also serving to warm herself up further. By the time she’s done her pussy has gone from merely wet to practically dripping. And when she slides my cock inside her it slips in without the barest hint of resistance.

With her feet still planted firmly on top of the couch, she bounces on my cock, slowly at first, then more rapidly, gradually picking up steam, her tits flopping up and down right in front of my face, taunting me with the proximity to my mouth but moving too quickly for me to latch onto them.

“You like it when I ride you, baby?” she says as she bounces, harder and harder, faster and faster, her hands on my chest for balance. “You like it when I sit on your cock and fuck you?”

“I love it,” I say, bucking my hips in time with her, penetrating her even deeper. She moans and slides her feet back so her knees are on the couch, giving her a little less control but more leverage. She stops bouncing on my cock and starts sliding back and forth, working my cock in different positions, switching up the sensation.

“Pull my hair,” she says as she rides me. She throws her head back. “Come on baby, pull my fucking hair.”

I reach out and grab a handful and pull back on it.

“That’s right,” she says. “Yank on it.”

I do as she asks.

“Harder,” she says. “As hard as you can. I can take it.”

 I rear back and yank on it. She groans and goes with the pressure, throwing her head back, arching her spine, revealing her tits and neck and chin to me, back to bouncing on my cock, harder and harder, her screams growing louder with every thrust, her tits bouncing up and down in a hypnotizing rhythm. She slams down harder, harder, harder still, until she’s literally shaking with pleasure. Her breath ragged, she slams down one last time, sitting on my cock, her whole body pressing down onto me as my cock impales her. She gasps aloud, shudders, then leans forward and gives me a little peck on the lips, as if in thanks.

“Now that’s what I call a ride,” she says with a smile. “Time for round two.”

She bounces up and off my cock and slides back down between my legs. She goes back to work on my cock, sucking her juices off it with abandon. She lays her hand flat against the underside of my cock and presses it up against my belly and drops her head down and starts licking my balls.

I shudder slightly and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” she says, looking up at me from behind my cock.

I nod. She laughs and grips my ball sack near the base of my cock, creating a little pocket. She takes this pocket in her mouth, suckling and playing with my balls while her other hand continues to stroke my cock.

Then she pops my balls out of her mouth and looks up at me with a nasty little smile. I don’t even have time to wonder what’s coming next when she pushes on the underside of my legs with her hands to spread them and lifts my ass up into the air just a bit.

“What’s this?” I ask but I don’t receive an answer. At least, not in words. Instead, she leans in and runs her tongue along the back side of my ball sack, underneath and then behind it, suckling on one ball and then the next. She then slides further down, spending a few seconds licking my taint before putting one hand on each of my asscheeks and spreading them apart.

I suddenly realize where this is going and am able to utter a low “holy shit” before I feel a jolt go up my body as her tongue starts going to work on my asshole, licking it around the edges, then the center, then the tip of her tongue penetrating it just a bit. At first I feel dirty, nasty, depraved, and even a little disgusted, but the sensation is so incredible and different and mind-numbing that all rational thought is quickly cast from my mind. All I can think about is how to make this last for as long as possible.

I adjust on the couch, sliding back a bit and hooking my arms underneath the back of my knees, making it easier to hold my legs up and giving her easier access to my asshole. She takes the opportunity and goes at it even more aggressively, sliding her tongue up and down my taint, from the base of my balls to my asshole, getting it all wet and slippery, then back to my asshole, sucking on it, lapping at it, then sticking her rigid tongue inside it, her hands spreading my ass even further, giving her more leverage, allowing her tongue to go deeper and deeper inside my asshole.

I hear a low moaning sound and it takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from my mouth. My whole body is tingling, my breath is going ragged, and the pressure is building to the point where I feel like I’m going to explode. I shudder slightly and reach down and grab the back of her head and push on it, forcing her face against my ass, her tongue deeper into my asshole. I hold her head there for a few seconds, then grab a handful of her hair and yank on it, pulling her head back. She’s gasping for breath, sitting on her knees, looking up at me with a wicked smile.

“I take it you liked that?” she says.

I nod.

“So are you gonna fuck the shit outta me or what?” she says.

“You’re damn right I am,” I say as I climb to my feet.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she says.

I still have a firm grasp of her hair and I use it to spin her around and force her down onto her hands and knees so I can fuck her doggy style. I let go of her hair and lift her ass higher into the air. Her pussy is gaping wide and dripping wet, glistening in the light.

She looks over her shoulder at me. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she says. Her hand flies to her pussy and she sticks two fingers inside and fucks herself. “Treat me like your fucking little whore.”

I drop to my knees and spread her legs wider and slide my rock-hard cock into her gaping pussy and start pounding her from behind.

“There you go,” she says as I slam my cock deep into her pussy. “That’s right, baby. Fuck me like you mean it. Give it to me good.”

I start pounding her harder, my cock hammering deeper inside her pussy, my balls slapping up against her, her ass rippling with every thrust.

“Spread my ass,” she says as I continue to fuck her from behind. “Spread my fucking cheeks with your hands.”

I do as she says, grabbing one cheek in each hand and spreading her ass, revealing her pink little asshole, stretching it out.

“That’s it,” she says. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Don’t stop fucking me, baby, don’t stop fucking me. Fuck me like you mean it, baby, treat me like a fucking whore.”

The talk turns me on even further and I pump faster. My hands venture further inward, even closer to her asshole. She moans louder and starts slamming up against me harder, harder, harder still, talking all the while.

“That’s right, baby, slam your big fat fucking cock in me,” she says. “Get nasty, baby, make me your fucking whore, treat me like the fucking whore I am.”

And then my thumb is pressing up against her asshole, not quite penetrating it, just providing pressure.

“Work it baby,” she says. “Work my tight little asshole.”

I spit on it and rub my thumb around the edges and then back to the middle and press harder.

“That’s right, baby. Do it, do it, stick it in my ass.”

I press harder still and the tip of my thumb pops into her tight little asshole.

She gasps and starts bucking harder against me, her ass slamming back into me.  I sit back and let her do all the work, just hold my position as she slams her pussy back into my cock. My thumb is working her asshole, going deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust until it completely disappears. 

With my free hand I reach out and grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, arching her spine, giving me more leverage allowing my cock even deeper access to her pussy.

“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod,” she screams. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum oh shit oh shit I’m cumming I’m cumming!”

Her body shakes and shimmies and her breath grows more ragged but I don’t let up, I’m too close to slow down now. I lay into her with everything I have, my cock slamming deeper than ever into her. I pop my thumb out of her ass and grab onto her hair with both hands and then I’m rearing back and fucking her with everything I’ve got, slamming into her like never before, the force nearly knocking her off-balance.


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