by Taylor Kink
My suspicions are confirmed a short time later, when he suddenly jumps up off of my face, forcing my tongue out of his asshole. I watch with amusement as he grips his cock tightly but that doesn’t seem to be working, so he gives it a couple of good, hard smacks to calm it down.
“Did it work?” I ask, smiling at him from my upside down position.
“For the time being,” he says.
“It better have,” I say, messing with him just a bit. “Because I still need more from you.”
“Maybe you do,” he says. “But I’m not sure how much more I can give you. I’m ready to cum and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
“Then let’s take care of that,” I say.
“I’ll give it a shot,” Dave says. “But I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“Don’t worry about the length of time,” I say. “Just worry about how hard and rough you can get. That’s what really matters to me at this point.”
Dave takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “If you insist.”
“I do, I do,” I say, grinning at him. “I want you to fuck me with everything you have. I want you to punish me. To break me in half.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Dave says. He takes a series of deep breaths and lets them out quickly, getting himself back into the right mindset. Once that’s done, he undoes his belt, releasing my arms from their trapped position behind my back, then spins me around on the couch and positions me so my knees are on the cushions and my arms are gripping the back of the couch and my ass is facing him.
“Are you ready to get fucked?” he asks, smacking my ass with an open palm.
“Fuck yes,” I reply. “I can’t wait.”
Dave slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek. He grabs me by the hips and pulls my body back a little bit and pushes my legs open further. Then he slides his cock into me.
We both let out simultaneous groans as he enters me, his cock filling up my soaking wet pussy. He immediately starts hammering away at me from behind, slamming his cock deep inside me, his hips bouncing up against my ass with serious force.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry. “Pound me with your fucking cock! Pound me with it!”
And pound me he does, his hands on my hips to pull me backwards as he thrusts forward, our flesh smacking together loud enough to fill the room with sounds of wetness.
“Give it to me, give it to me!” I cry. “Fuck that pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Punish it, fucking punish it!”
I tilt my head back, sending my hair spilling down my shoulders. Dave immediately grabs ahold of my hair and gives it a harsh tug, tilting my chin towards the ceiling.
“That’s right, that’s right,” I cry. “Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair!”
I can hear him grunting more loudly now as he approaches orgasm. But I still need more from him if I’m going to cum again before he does.
“Come on you little piece of shit!” I yell. “You can do better than this. Fuck me harder! I need it harder! Show me what you got!”
Dave lets out a deep growl starts fucking me with even more intensity, his body slamming into mine so hard that I can barely breath while he rears back and yanks on my hair, stretching my neck out and forcing me to arch my spine and tilt my chin higher towards the ceiling to relieve some of the pressure.
“That’s it,” I scream. “That’s it! But you can do it harder still! Come on, you can give it to me harder! Fuck me like you mean it goddammit! Fuck me harder!”
“Yeah?” Dave says between breathless grunts. “You want it harder?”
“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
Dave releases my hair and grabs me around and waist and lifts me up then drops me back down on the couch so I’m folded in half at the waist. Both my knees are still on the couch but now my head is down next to them, smashed in between the cushions where the backrest meets the seat.
Dave rises up higher, putting both feet on the couch for more leverage and altering the angle of his cock sliding into my pussy, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply. Towering over me now, he pushes on the back of my head, pressing my face deeper into the cushions while he continues to fuck me doggy style.
I’m grunting and groaning louder now, as Dave slams into me, fucking me with reckless abandon, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my screams of pleasure muffled by the couch cushions.
Hammering away at me like a madman, Dave holds me down while he fucks me. Even though my arms are no longer bound behind my back, my positioning on the couch leaves me completely helpless, with no control whatsoever, which heightens my pleasure to the fullest, eventually bringing yet another orgasm crashing down on me.
I’m too far gone right now even for words. The sounds coming from my mouth are of the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Dave fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the couch cushions as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful.
But Dave still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, to my wants, to my needs. Which is just fine by me. That’s why I came to him tonight, after all, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And what a fine job he’s doing.
It isn’t long before Dave is ready to cum. He doesn’t say anything specific, but I can tell from the way he’s cursing under his breath and hammering away at my ass with more urgency than ever before that he was right there.
“Cum inside me, baby,” I say, turning my head just enough so I catch his eyes with my own. “I want to feel your sperm inside me.”
He grunts in assent and slams his cock into me a couple more times before he lets out one last curse, sharp and harsh, then his body releases as his orgasm overtakes him.
Dave holds his cock deep inside me as he shoots his load, filling up my insides with his hot sperm, shooting out what seems like gallons of it while he slowly moves against me, wringing out every last little bit from his cock.
Once he’s finally run dry, he backs off, letting his cock slip out of my pussy. He flops down onto the couch next to me, gasping deeply, trying to refill his lungs with air.
With his sperm still filling me up, I spin around on the couch, so I’m sitting properly, positioned right next to him.
As Dave watches, I slip two fingers into my pussy and start exploring around, loosening myself up while I wait for gravity to do it’s work. A few seconds later, the process begins, and I slide my fingers out of my pussy and cup my hand right beneath it.
“Want to see something nasty?” I say.
Smiling, Dave nods his head.
As he looks on, I squeeze my insides, forcing his cum to drip out of my pussy and into the palm of my hand. Once there’s a good portion in my palm, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick it clean.
Dave laughs under his breath and shakes his head in amazement as I tilt my head back and swallow his cum down.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking nasty.”
“You say that like you’re surprised,” I say.
“That’s because I am,” Dave replies. “Don’t get me wrong, I knew you loved to fuck, but I had no idea you were this depraved.”
“Hell, you haven’t seen nuthin’ yet,” I say. “This was a 6, maybe a 7 on a scale of 10.”
“So it gets even nastier than this?”
“Oh yeah,” I say. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll experience it first hand.”
“I can’t wait,” Dave says.
“Well, how long you have to wait is up to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” I ask. “How long until you’re ready to go again?”
“Tonight?” he says.
“Sure,” I reply. “Why not? Can’t you go twice in one night?”
“
Hell, I can go more than twice.”
“Prove it,” I say.
“I will,” he replies, smiling. “Just give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say. “As long as you promise to be ready to turn it up a notch.”
“I do,” he says. “I absolutely do.”
“Good,” I say, standing up and taking his hand and heading towards the bathroom. “Then lets get ourselves cleaned up so we can get all dirty again.”
He’s got a huge smile on his face as he follows me into the bathroom. I start the shower and we climb in and it isn’t long before we’re going at it again.
Just another day in the life of a dirty slut.
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NOTHING BEATS ANAL
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 Matt, 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,” Matt 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 Matt’s head and still perky as hell.
“Holy fucking shit,” Matt 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?”
Matt 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 Matt, 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 Matt’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?”
Matt 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 Matt 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. Matt’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 Matt’s skin. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, choking him, before leaning forward, removing the pressure against his neck.
As Matt’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,” Matt 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.
Matt’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.
Matt 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, Matt 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,” Matt said.
“Yeah, I thought you might,” I said.
Dropping to the floor, I undid Matt’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 Matt.
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 Matt’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.
