by Taylor Kink
She sees him watching and gives him a little wink before going to work on his asshole once again. This time she sticks her index finger into her mouth, lubing it up, then rubs the outside of his asshole with it.
After rubbing around for a bit she sets the tip of her finger directly on his asshole and pushes just a hair, not enough for her finger to slip inside him, but pretty damn close.
Chris’s breath is ragged now and his eyes wide with excitement. He’s ready for her to penetrate his asshole with her finger, waiting desperately for it , silently begging her to do it.
Donna knows this and milks it for all it’s worth, pressing her finger forward just slightly, teasing him with it, pushing just hard enough so she comes as close to penetrating his asshole without actually doing so.
Then, after what seems like a century, her finger finally breaks the seal, sliding into his asshole to the knuckle.
Chris lets out a low, guttural groan, eliciting a huge smile from Donna. She doesn’t let up, however, pushing her finger deeper inside his asshole before sliding it part of the way back out.
She works his asshole slowly with her finger, moving it back and forth, forcing it deeper and deeper inside him with every thrust.
Donna amplifies the sensation by wrapping her lips around his cock and blowing him, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed with both her finger and mouth as though they are connected.
The deeper Donna takes his cock in her mouth the deeper her finger penetrates his asshole, but it’s fine with him, it feels so incredible that it doesn’t bother him in the least. In fact, it’s one of the greatest sensations he’s ever experienced. It feels so fucking great that he’s ready to burst.
But Donna’s not ready for that yet. She senses how close Chris is to cumming and abruptly pulls her mouth off his cock and her finger out of his asshole at the same time.
He lets out a disappointed groan but doesn’t have time to pout, as Donna immediately hops to her feet and spins around so her ass is facing him. She slides her body back, lifting up her ass, then grabs ahold of his cock and holds it in place as she drops her asshole straight onto it.
Donna immediately starts bouncing on Chris’s cock, taking it balls-deep into her asshole, engulfing it completely as she rides him reverse-cowgirl, her perfect ass slamming down onto him.
He rears back and smacks her on the ass, first her left cheek, then her right. This just serves to send Donna into a frenzy, bouncing harder on his cock, slamming into him as hard as she can.
Chris smacks her again, and again, and again, each slap more aggressive than the last. The sound of flesh smacking flesh fills the room along with the increasingly loud groans and screams from Donna.
After a good two minutes of Donna riding him, Chris can’t take it anymore. He needs to be in control, at least for a little while, before he’s done.
He grabs Donna by the waist, wrapping his arms around her tiny hips, holding her in place against him, his cock deep in her asshole. Then he climbs to his feet, lifting Donna up with him, keeping his cock inside her the whole time.
Once he’s standing, he turns around and drops Donna onto the couch, still keeping his cock inside her. She scrambles onto her hands and knees, doggy-style, and turns her shoulders so she can look back at him while he fucks her.
Chris does so with reckless abandon, standing above Donna, her ass in the perfect position for him to fuck her asshole from behind while standing.
Her ass is bright red from his earlier smacking but Chris just can’t resist, so he starts slapping away at it once again, until her skin is shining bright red.
Between Donna’s screams and moans of pleasure (with a little bit of discomfort mixed in there too) and Chris’s grunts and groans of exertion and the sounds of his slapping away at her ass, the room is loud enough that Chris can’t even hear himself think.
Of course, he’s not thinking much at this point, as the rational part of his brain has taken a back seat to the animalistic frenzy of his more instinctual brain functions.
Chris is right at the point of cumming now, maybe half a minute more and he’ll be ready to burst. So he stops slapping Donna’s ass and grabs ahold of her shoulders, yanking her body back into his as he slams forward, allowing him to pummel her asshole like never before.
Chris is giving Donna everything he has, his body hammering against hers, bottoming out so deep at the tail-end of every thrust that he feels like his cock is going to burst out of the front of her stomach like the baby alien in that 80’s movie.
For some sick reason this turns Chris on even further, bringing him right to the point of no return. He slams his cock into Donna’s asshole a couple more times, holding deep inside her every time, grinding his hips against her ass before pulling away and slamming into her once again.
Finally he’s ready to cum.
Cursing under his breath, Chris pulls his cock out of Donna’s asshole and tells her that it’s time.
Donna quickly spins around, sitting on the couch so her head is at the same level as his cock. She takes his hard cock in her mouth and starts blowing him, taking him all the way down every time, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes leaking tears even as they look up at him.
Donna runs her hand under his groin and roughly sticks her finger back into Chris’s asshole, working it around in there while he slams his cock in and out of her mouth.
He grabs the back of Donna’s head with both hands and holds it in place while he fucks her face, her finger in his asshole matching the aggression of his cock slamming into her throat.
And then he’s there.
Chris hammers his cock into Donna’s mouth one last time, holding it deep inside her, all the way down her throat, his balls pressing up against her lips as his orgasm arrives. She returns the favor by forcing her finger deep in his asshole, past the second knuckle, and holding it there too, mimicking his cock in her throat.
Chris lets out a gigantic shudder as his cock shoots its bounty down Donna’s throat, the sensation magnified tenfold by the presence of her finger in his asshole.
Donna takes his seed like a champ, not gagging or coughing at all, even as his cum funnels down her throat and into her stomach.
After he’s done cumming, Chris lets his cock slide out of Donna’s throat and she does the same, letting her finger slip out of his asshole, the final act of mutual degradation, at least for this evening. But based on the levels of depravity they reached this time around, Chris has a feeling he’ll be making a concerted effort to see Donna again sooner rather than later. And from the satisfied look on her face, he knows she feels the same way.
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THE ANAL ESCORT
Sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don’t. That’s the essence of life, right? Sometimes you want one thing and sometimes another. Whether it’s food or alcohol or music or television, you’re always in the mood for different things, right? Why should sex be any different? I mean, seriously, think about how many poor souls out there have the same exact sex they’ve been having for years? More than want to admit it, no doubt. And why? Because they’re afraid their partner is going to get pissed if they ask them to try something different? Or they’re afraid of what it will lead to if their partner isn’t on board? Or the embarrassment their partner might make them feel the next morning if things don’t turn out the way they’d hoped?
Most couples have enough problems communicating on regular, everyday, out-in-the-open things. How the hell do they expect to communicate when it comes to sex? And if one is a prude, or has low self-esteem in the bedroom, or is just plain too busy to have enough energy for sex? What then? Ho-hum, another couple minutes of missionary position and then let’s go to sleep, that’s what.
But not me. No way, no how. I get what I want, when I want it, and how I want it. How, you may ask? Well, I pay for it, that’s how. And before you go yelling at me about the ethics of paying for sex, first of all, I ask, why the fuck do you care about how I live my li
fe? And second, I’ll tell you that everyone pays for sex in one way or another. Whether it be by paying for dinner or the movies or rent or even in just emotional currency, the fact is, everyone pays. That I pay cash by the hour is really no different than how everyone pays for it. But you know what is different? I get my money’s worth. Every time.
And if I feel like something specific that day—say, a tall leggy blonde who enjoys sucking cock—all I have to do is tell the person on the other end of the line what I’m looking for. And I get it. Just like that. Pretty cool if you ask me. No awkward pauses, no looking for a way to broach difficult subjects, no opening yourself up to embarrassment from the person you’re asking to try something different. I honestly don’t understand why more people don’t go this route. You get a hot chick, exactly how you want her to look, and you get to do exactly what you want to do to her in the manner in which you choose. What more could you possibly ask for?
Take anal sex, for example. Can you imagine asking someone you’ve been in a relationship with for ten years and haven’t ever gotten anything more risky than a blowjob from if you can stick your cock in their ass? Good luck with that. If you’re lucky they’ll just laugh or you and think you’re joking. Or maybe just look at you as if you’re crazy. And if you’re unlucky they’ll never look at you the same way again, or worse yet, kick you out of the house. It just isn’t worth the risk. Not by a long shot.
But me, if I feel like giving anal sex a try, all I have to do is make a phone call and ask to have a girl sent to me that loves taking it in the ass. No fuss, no hassle, no problem. Nothing beats it, I tell you. Well, I have been telling you, but nobody listens. Oh well, one day you’ll see the light. Until then, I’ll continue to regale you with tales of my own escapades. At least you can live vicariously through me instead of just groping around in the dark (although a few of you are probably doing that while living vicariously through me.) So without further ado, I give to a tale of anal sex, involving me and a hot, skinny, crazy girl who just loves it in the ass.
For those of you who were expecting something different, a relationship of some kind, or professions of love, or snuggling or cuddling or whatever, consider yourself warned. There’s none of that in here. Just hot, nasty (and in this case, anal) sex. For those of you haters who complain that the scenes are too short or there’s not enough plot or characterization, what can I say? The stories are what they are. Tales of sex with various escorts I’ve had the pleasure of hooking up with over the years. I’ve never claimed that these stories are anything other than what they are. If they’re not for you, I’m sorry. If they are, you’re welcome. I hope you enjoy reading them as much I enjoyed experiencing them. Here we go.
Not only am I in the mood for anal, I’m in the mood for some dirty, nasty anal. So when I make my phone call I tell the voice on the other side of the line that I’m looking for the dirtiest anal whore he can conjure up. The voice tells me they know just the girl, and that she’ll be right over.
Thirty minutes later there’s a knock on the door. I open it she walks in.
She’s wearing a tiny little neon pink red dress that barely covers her ass. No bra, revealing small, perky tits with firm nipples poking through the material. Her legs seen to go on forever; tan and skinny but well-defined, ending in 3-inch fuck-me heels. Short, disheveled blonde hair, barely down to her shoulders, blue eyes with a hint of crazy, ringed in black eye shadow. Small nose, thin lips with plenty of lipstick (the color matches her dress) and a look on her face that says she’s ready and willing to get nasty. A nasty anal whore, plain and simple, just like I asked for. She’s eyeing me like a piece of meat, her head tilted slightly and a tiny scowl on her lips.
My cock is rock-hard just looking at her. I pull it out and begin stroking it. That’s the beauty of hiring escorts; no need to mess around, talk things through, or waste any time. You both know what they’re here for; might as well take full advantage of your limited time and get right down to business.
She flashes a dirty little knowing smile then drops to her knees and starts crawling towards me, her ass up in the air, moving from side-to-side in exaggerated swivels, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. She stops a few feet away from where I’m standing and turns so she’s sitting on the floor, facing me.
She pulls her dress up and spreads her legs, revealing a little black g-string beneath. She throws her legs up and leans back and drags the g-string to the side and starts fingering her smoothly shaved pussy, rubbing it on the outside and then sticking her index and middle fingers inside. She doesn’t linger there long however, spending no more than a few seconds banging herself before pulling her fingers out and bringing them to her mouth, where she proceeds to suck on them, moaning slightly with pleasure.
She pops her fingers out of her mouth. They are glistening with her spit. She runs them down her leg but bypasses her pussy altogether, instead heading straight to her perfect little pink asshole. First to enter is her middle finger, which she sticks in just a bit, barely past her fingernail. Her index finger is closely behind, slipping into her asshole with ease. She plays with her asshole for a couple seconds, her fingers going in and out in a practiced rhythm, her eyes still locked on my face as she fucks herself.
“You like it when I finger my asshole?” she says.
I nod.
She smiles and throws her hair back then proceeds to fuck herself some more, her fingers pressing deeper into her asshole, all the way to the first knuckle. Her breathing grows more labored and she closes her eyes. She starts rubbing her clit with her other hand while her two fingers pump her asshole, moving in and out with increased rapidity. Her breathing turns to panting, and a few seconds later she lets out a low, intense groan. She pops her fingers out of her ass then slaps her pussy a couple times then slips out of her dress and panties and climbs back onto her hands and knees.
She crawls away from me, over towards the full-length mirror on the closet, her tiny little ass sticking out up, taunting me with its absolute perfection.
Once at the closet, she turns around so her ass is practically touching the mirror. She spreads her legs and pulls her panties down until they are stretched out just above her knees. She brings her hand to her mouth and sucks on all four fingers. Once they are coated with her saliva she runs her hand along her back and down her ass and plunges three fingers into her asshole. She gasps as all three fingers disappear into her, all the way down to the second knuckle. She turns her upper body until she is looking back into the mirror, so she can watch herself fuck her own asshole.
She works her fingers in there for a while, obviously enjoying herself, pretty much oblivious to my presence.
Time to remedy that.
I walk over towards her. She looks up just as I arrive, smiling nastily, and I realize she was playing with me the whole time, deliberately ignoring me to see how long it would take for me to take charge of the situation.
“So that’s how you want to play it,” I say, grabbing her by the hair.
I pull her to up until her head is on the same level as my cock.
“Open your mouth,” I say.
She does as she’s told. I stick my cock in her mouth and fuck her face, my hands controlling her head, moving it back and forth against my cock.
I force my cock deeper and deeper into her throat, halfway down the shaft, then three-quarters, and finally all the way to my balls. I hold her there, my entire cock down her throat, until she starts to gag and pull away. I let her go, my cock glistening with her saliva as it slips out of her mouth. She’s got spittle on her chin and it’s dripping down on to the carpet below.
I adjust my hands so only one is gripping her hair. I force her head down just a little and pull it towards me but this time I bypass my cock and stick my balls in her mouth.
She goes to work on my balls, licking them, sucking them, first one, then the other, then both at the same time. With my free hand I grab ahold of my cock and start jerking myself off while she sucks on m
y balls. I slap my cock against her face a couple times then pull her head back again.
She gathers up some saliva and spits on my cock and starts jerking me off. Her mascara is running down her face and mixing with her tears.
“You like being in control, huh?” she says, looking up at me. “Then take control, big boy. Show me what you’ve got.”
“If you insist,” I say, grabbing the back of her head with both hands and shoving my cock down her throat. She starts to gag but I hold her there for a couple more seconds before letting her go.
I give her a moment to catch her breath then stick my cock down her throat again, pushing on the back of her head until her nose is sticking into my stomach. Again she gags and again I hold her there a little bit longer before pushing her head back and allowing my cock to slip out of her mouth.
She is still in the process of catching her breath when I spin her around and force her down onto her hands and knees. Her face is right up against the mirror, practically touching it. Her legs are spread wide and her ass is sticking up in the air as I drop to my knees and stick my hard cock into her gaping pussy.
She gasps and flips her hair to the side and turns around and looks at me.
“Give it to me,” she says. “Fuck me with the big hard cock.”
And so I do, laying into her with everything I’ve got. Her head turns forward and she watches me fuck her in the mirror. Because of the mirror I can watch her face while fucking her from behind, which turns me on even more. I grab ahold of her dress for leverage and pound the shit out of her, our bodies bouncing off each other in perfect rhythm, each thrust going deeper and deeper inside her, causing her to moan ever louder.
I let go of her dress and grasp her asscheeks, one in each hand. Still fucking her, I spread her cheeks apart, causing her perfect little pink asshole to open up just a bit. I gather up some saliva and spit on her asshole, then let my thumb wander down towards it. I start rubbing my thumb against her asshole, making her squirm, all the while still pounding her pussy with my hard cock.
