by Taylor Kink
I increased the pressure on her asshole, slipping my thumb inside it, causing her to buck even harder against me.
“That’s right,” she says, her voice coming straight from the gutter. “Work that asshole. Work that tight little asshole.”
She’s doing all the work now, pounding her pussy back into me. Riding my cock, taking it deeper and deeper inside her. With my free hand I slap her ass.
“Come on you little slut,” I say. “Show me what you got. Fuck that cock.”
She catches my eye in the mirror and smiles nastily and starts slamming back into me, slower now, but with more force. Backing her ass into me and holding it there, deep inside her pussy, for just a moment, then pulling out and slamming it back again. It’s all I can do to keep my balance she’s backing into me with such force. And then she slams into me one last time and holds it there, breathing hard, her tiny little perfect ass pressed up against me.
I pull my thumb from her asshole and grab both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand. I spread her cheeks apart, making her asshole gape.
She turns her head so she’s looking right at me. Then she sticks her middle and index fingers back in her mouth, lubes them up a bit, then slides them into her gaping asshole, moaning in pleasure as they enter.
“Come on, baby,” she says while continuing to work her asshole wider with her fingers. “Enough playing around. Give me what I need.”
“And what is that?” I ask, knowing full well what it is but just wanting to hear her say it out loud.
“I need your cock in my asshole,” she says.
“Beg for it,” I say, staring at her.
“Please give it to me,” she begs, her eyes wide pools of need. “I want it so bad.” She pulls her fingers from her ass and licks them clean. “Please, please, please stick your cock in my ass.”
How can I resist such a request? A little smile passes over my face and I pull my cock from her pussy. I spit on her asshole and use the tip of my cock it to spread the spit around. Then I slide the tip of my cock into her asshole and lean back to let her work it deeper.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says as she slowly starts working her ass back and forth, my cock slipping deeper into her ass with every thrust. “That feels so fucking good.”
Pretty soon her asshole is loosened up enough that my entire cock is disappearing inside it. It’s a tight fit but not too tight, and my cock glides inside her smoothly, the effects of whatever lube she used before arriving.
She is facing forward again, her short hair more disheveled than ever. Her back is arches slightly and I can see the sharp lines of her collarbones as she works her body back into mine. For some unknown reason this turns me on to no end, so much so that I have to turn my attention back to the mirror to avoid from finishing. It’s strange, being able to see the front of her as I’m fucking her from behind. Her back is arched, showing off the hard nipples of her perfect little tits. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open. She’s breathing heavily but not making much noise.
She opens her eyes and sees that I’m watching her and smiles. The look on her face says that she thinks she’s in the driver’s seat again, giving it to me exactly how she wants to, at her pace. Enough of that shit.
I grab a handful of her hair and lean back, yanking her head back towards me. Her eyes widen in surprise and she lets out a little yelp. I pull back some more and arch her back even further adjusting the angle of her body and allowing me deeper access to her asshole.
I pound her ass, slamming my cock deeper inside her with every thrust, our bodies in perfect synch, her tiny ass bouncing against me, low grunts of pleasure escaping from her mouth.
Her asshole is tight but not too tight. It grabs lovingly on my cock as I fuck her, providing just enough pressure to keep things pleasurable without being restrictive.
“Give it to me,” she says, her voice low, demanding. “Fuck my ass like you mean it. Punish me. Make me your bitch.”
I let go of her hair but keep my hands on the back of her head and push down until her head is lying on the floor. Then I climb up from my knees and adjust my legs so they are on either side of her body, giving me even more leverage over here, allowing me to pound her ass like never before. My balls slap her pussy as I slam my cock balls deep into her gaping ass.
Her ass quivers with every thrust, her whole body absorbing the blows. She’s grunting in time with the thrusts and the sheer rawness of her voice is pushing me towards the edge.
“Right there,” she says, her voice a guttural growl. “Keep fucking me. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass!”
And so I do, slamming my cock into her with everything I’ve got. Her breath starts coming faster, her moans growing more intense. She’s lost in her own world, swimming in whatever considerable pleasure she gets from getting aggressively fucked in the ass. But that’s fine with me. This is exactly what I needed tonight, to hammer on a tight, tiny little perfect ass, to revel in the unique physical pleasure of ass-fucking a nasty little anal whore into oblivion without having to worry about anything else.
I’m very close to the point of no return now. My thrusts become even more frenzied as I climb towards the edge of orgasm. And then I’m just seconds away.
I pull my cock out of her ass and scramble up closer to her head. I grab a handful of her hair and lift and spin her around until she’s on her knees and facing me. I stick my rock hard cock in her open mouth. She attacks my cock, sucking her ass juices off it, taking it all the way down her throat and gagging on it before popping it back out. She spits on my cock, jerks it off for a couple seconds while looking up at me, then goes back to sucking it, her hand working the shaft while her mouth works the tip.
My body tenses up and my hips thrust forward. An unintelligible sound escapes from my mouth and then I feel the jolt of electricity flowing up from my balls and towards the tip of my cock.
She sucks me off until the last possible moment, then pulls her lips from my cock just as I start to cum. She continues to jerk me off as I cum in spasms, the milky white liquid streaming from my cock in short bursts, splashing the mirror, covering her reflection.
She continues stroking my cock until I’m completely dry, then in classic escort fashion, climbs up, picks up her panties and dress from the floor, slips into them, grabs the money I’ve left sitting on the table, waves goodbye, and walks out the door.
Laughing, I head to the bathroom to grab a towel and clean up the mess I’ve left on the mirror. I’ve got no hard feelings. None whatsoever.
I know better than anyone that you get what you pay for. And that’s what I got. Hot, dirty, nasty anal sex with a whore who liked it in the ass. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like I wanted.
Until next time . . .
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A VERY NAUGHTY LADY
Sometimes you just need to fuck the shit out of someone. Like after a particularly tough week at work. Or when you get dumped by your girlfriend. Or screwed over by your cable company. Or after one of the million other random, aggravating things that happen on a daily basis in this fucked up world of ours happens to you. Or maybe for no particular reason at all except that what’s you feel like.
No matter what your motivation is, the best way to protect yourself from unwanted trouble on those occasions is to pay someone money to take a pounding. Nothing gives you the freedom to do what you want like cold, hard cash.
Now, there are thousands upon thousands of places in our inter-connected world where you can find the type of woman you’re looking for. And many of those places you don’t even have to give them money to take what you’re giving. But, like most things in life, you get what you pay for. Which is why hiring a professional escort is by far the best option.
The beauty of this approach is that you always end up with exactly what you want, as long as you’re willing to pay up, of course.
Do you have a hankering fo
r a 5-foot tall, 100 pound, 20-year old blonde spinner with a tiny ass and small tits? Or maybe a 6-foot, 170 pound Amazonian MILF with gigantic tits and a huge rear end? Or something else entirely? Either way, you’re in luck. Whatever style of woman you want is just a phone call away.
And not only that but whatever style of fucking you’re in the mood for is well within your grasp also. Do you feel like smacking around a cute, submissive little sweetheart? Or perhaps you’re in the mood to get dominated by a bad-ass chick with half of her head shaved and tattoos covering her body? Or maybe a nice romantic evening with a stunning model that includes dinner and drinks and a passionate night of lovemaking afterwards? No matter what, you can get exactly what you desire, as long as you’re willing to pay for it. That’s the beauty of the free market.
Thanks to escorts, I’ve done pretty much everything imaginable with all types of women over the years, and it has never gotten old. Variety is the spice of life, and with hundreds of thousands of combinations right at my fingertips, I never want for diversity.
But on this night, my mood is running a bit on the extreme side. Lately my frustrations have been plenty, and I’m in desperate need to take them out on someone. So I place a phone call to an old standby, a young woman I’ve been with a couple times before, and have never once had anything but a glorious night with. Her name is Kristy, and she is the ultimate slut.
#
I rented a nice one-bedroom suite for the night, because everyone knows that hotel room sex is better than any other kind of sex, although to be honest, I’m not exactly sure why. Regardless, I was sitting on the couch, enjoying the fourth beer of a six-pack, when there was a knock on the door.
Smiling in excitement, I rose to answer it, not even bothering to check the peephole. I knew who it was. And as I opened the door, there stood Kristy, in all her glory.
The funny thing about Kristy was, if you saw her out in public, you’d have no clue how depraved she truly was. Let alone how much pure sluttiness she could exude when she wanted to.
As she stood at the door dressed in a loose sweatshirt, a pair of baggy jeans and sandals with just a hint of makeup on and her hair done in a simple ponytail, she appeared to be nothing more than a fairly normal, reasonably attractive woman in her early twenties. If you looked closely you might notice the incredibly tight body beneath the clothes or the bone structure of her face or the amazing depth of her green eyes, but unless you saw her done up and ready for action, you wouldn’t believe how incredibly slutty she could be.
But I did. And I couldn’t wait to see the transformation. So I held the door wide and let her in.
“So what’s on the table for tonight?” Kristy asked after I’d closed and locked the door behind us.
“Oh, it’s gonna be a rough one,” I replied, still smiling.
“Well, duh, I knew that,” she said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. What I meant was, how rough?”
“That depends on how much you can handle,” I said.
Kristy scoffed and gave me that look of disdain that I’d come to know and love. “Come on, Nick. You I can handle anything you can dish out.” There was no emotion in her voice, it was just a flat statement.
“Normally you can,” I said. “But tonight I’m going to take things further than I ever have before.”
“Good,” she said. “Then maybe you can actually get me to where I want to be for once.”
“I never have before?” I asked. Not that this was news to me. I knew Kristy was far more depraved than I had the capacity for, but I wanted to hear how she’d reply.
“You’ve been close,” Kristy said. “But so far I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t left me wanting for more.”
“Not even me?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said, offering me a pale smile that betrayed the fact that she was just humoring me. “I always leave satisfied after a night with you, but I certainly haven’t ever got the point where I wasn’t hoping that you’d take things further than you did.”
I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I’d done some pretty fucked-up things to her previously, and if those hadn’t even approached her limits, that was amazing. I knew she was edgy, but I didn’t realize how much she could actually take.
“Damn, girl,” I said. “You must have some serious issues inside that head of yours.”
She just smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m one fucked up little slut. In more ways than one.”
“Damn right you are. And it’s a good thing too, otherwise I wouldn’t have anyone that I could take my aggressions out on.”
“I hear you there,” Kristy said. “So how about if I go get cleaned up and a slip into something a little more interesting?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
I stared at her amazing ass working beneath her jeans as she walked away from me and into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Then I went to the kitchen back to the couch and opened up another beer. I had done this sort of thing so many times that I didn’t have to have a buzz going to be comfortable, but it certainly didn’t hurt.
#
When Kristy came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, she was completely transformed. Where before she was a relatively normal young woman, now she was the ultimate slut. Her hair was up in a simple but incredibly sexy fashion and her makeup was expertly done, from the black mascara surrounding her eyes to the bright red lipstick. Gone were the regular clothes, replaced by a revealing blouse that left very little to the imagination, a form-fitting skirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her long, shapely legs and a pair of 3-inch high, fuck-me heels.
But it was more than just her looks that had changed. Her entire demeanor, from the knowing smirk to the evil glint in her eyes to the way she held herself just screamed slut. It was breathtaking. My cock immediately started to rise.
“So what do you think?” Kristy asked.
“Wow,” I replied. “Just wow.”
“It take it you’re happy?”
“As always,” I said. “You’re amazing.”
“Yes,” she said, shooting me a playful glance. “Yes I am.”
I laughed under my breath for a moment before gathering myself. Playtime was over. I was ready to get busy.
“I know that look,” Kristy said.
“I’m sure you do,” I said, walking towards her until I was standing right in front of her, less than a foot away.
“Go right ahead,” Kristy said. “Do your worst.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.” And with that, I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.
Kristy moaned in excitement. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure. It was obvious she truly got off on being treated like this. It was no act.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said.
“I fucking love it,” she replied.
I pulled her blouse off, exposing her round, perky tits. I fondled one of them and pinched her nipple and she let out a sharp gasp. Then I gave it a hearty slap.
Kristy yelped and shivered in ecstasy.
She obviously enjoyed it, so did it again, harder this time.
Kristy let out a louder moan and her breath rate increased. Her tit was bright red but she was still enjoying herself as much as ever. So I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. Then I moved over to the other tit and gave it the same treatment.
By now my cock was pushing painfully against my pants. I was getting just as much out of this as Kristy was. But it was time to change things up.
Still gripping Kristy’s hair in my hand, I pulled up on it and her head snapped forward. She was taking deep breaths and a thin layers of sweat had broken out on her face but she was still smiling and her eyes were practically glowing with pleasure.
“How are you enjoying yourself so far?” I asked.
“You’re off to a good start,” Kristy rep
lied, as feisty as ever. “But we’ll see where you go from here.”
“Indeed we will,” I said.
I started walking, roughly dragging Kristy along by the hair. She stumbled along behind me until we arrived at the far wall, then I spun her around and pushed her back up against it. She was standing directly in front of me when I released her hair and immediately grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, not very tightly at all.
Kristy’s smile didn’t fade one bit. If anything it grew in size. Time to try and wipe it off her face.
With my hand still around her throat, I slapped her in the cheek with an open palm. The sound echoed off the walls and filled the room.
Little red blossoms flared up on Kristy’s cheek. But she still smiled.
So I slapped her again. I squeezed her throat a little harder, then slapped her one more time.
The color started to drain from Kristy’s face as the air and blood flow became more and more restricted. Her smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating pleasure.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.
Kristy nodded her head vigorously.
Grinning, I slapped her again. Then again. And a couple more times after that. I was squeezing tighter now, almost totally cutting of the air flow to her brain.
Her lips were quivering slightly and her eyes started to flutter. A few seconds later her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes and her lips began to take on a slightly blue tint.
But it wasn’t until her head lolled slightly to the right that I let go of her throat.
The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“You’re one nasty little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, shaking my head in wonderment.
