by Evan Harder
Grabbing her cock, she spits on it again and rubs in the saliva, getting it all nice and wet. “You want this fucking cock?” she asks. “You want it deep inside your asshole?”
Chris nods his head.
“Yeah?” Katrina asks, letting the tip of her cock rest on the outer edge of his anus. “You don’t seem like you want it that bad.”
“I want it,” Chris says. “I want you to fuck my ass with your big cock.”
“If you insist,” Katrina says, grinning. She pushes her hips forward, sliding the tip of her cock into his asshole.
“Holy fucking shit,” Chris says as Katrina penetrates his asshole.
She works the tip of it in and out of his anus, taking things gentle for the time being, while he moans and groans beneath her.
“That’s a good boy,” she says, slowly working her cock deeper and deeper inside him. “You want it so fucking bad, don’t you?”
Chris nods, seemingly unable to talk at this point.
“Who’s a good little cock slut?” Katrina asks, taunting him some more. “Who’s a good little cock slut? Is it you?”
“Yes,” Chris says. “I’m a good little cock slut.”
“Yes you are,” Katrina says, slowly giving him more of her cock. “Yes you are.”
She gradually picks up the pace, thrusting her hips more quickly with every pump, giving Chris more and more of her cock.
“That’s so fucking hot,” she says, staring down at his ass to watch as her cock moves in and out of him. “Fucking your ass really turns me on, baby. Does it turn you on?”
Chris nods through gritted teeth. But his cock is harder than ever, which is all the evidence that Katrina needs. She leans over and spits on her cock, then puts her hands on his inner thighs and spreads his ass further apart and starts giving him more of her cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chris groans as Katrina moves ever faster against him. She is giving him more than half her cock with every thrust now, nearly letting it slide all the way back out before pumping her hips forward again.
“Take it, take it, just like that,” Katrina says. She is sensing some discomfort from Chris so she spits on his cock then grabs ahold of it and starts jerking him off while continuing to fuck his ass. This seems to take Chris’s mind off things, as his face softens. He is enjoying the pleasure of her hand around his cock, taking the edge off the pain of her cock in his ass.
“Is that better?” Katrina asks.
Chris nods.
“Yeah, I thought it would be,” she says, jerking him off with more intensity while simultaneously starting to truly pound his ass. She is giving him her entire cock now, slamming it into his asshole with no remorse, hammering it home.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” Chris says. He’s got that classic look on his face that says he’s moments away from cumming.
“Are you gonna cum?” Katrina says, even though she already knows the answer.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum,” Chris says.
Katrina pounds him with everything she has while jerking his cock up and down, her hand working like a piston. She’s watching his face the entire time, getting off on having total control over him.
And then it’s obvious he’s ready to cum.
Katrina slams her cock into his ass one last time and holds it there, jammed as far is will go into his asshole while she finishes him off with her hand, hot cum flying out of Chris’s cock like a jet stream, practically reaching all the way up to the ceiling before coming crashing down everywhere. Four, five, six streams come shooting out, spraying out, drenching the area with his cum. It gets on his chest, his face, Katrina’s arms and legs and all over the couch while Chris gasps and shakes and shimmies.
It isn’t until Chris’s cock is completely drained that Katrina releases it from her grip. And only them does she slowly extricate her cock from his asshole, causing Chris to violent shimmy his body once again.
“Well, that was fun, wasn’t it?” Katrina asks while Chris tries to catch his breath and generally recover.
“That was incredible,” he says.
“Really?” Katrina asks. “You truly liked it?”
“Hell yeah,” Chris says. “It was insane.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Katrina says. “And guess what? You earned that promotion we were talking about earlier.”
Chris laughs.
“What’s so funny?” Katrina asks.
“Nothing,” Chris says. “It’s just that I totally forgot about it.”
Katrina laughs too. “I told you that you were going to like it.”
“You did,” Chris says. “And you were right.”
“I hope that even after I move you up in the company we’ll still be able to do something like this again.”
“Anytime,” Chris says. “Anytime at all.”
“That’s a good boy,” Katrina says, giving him a playful little smack on the cheek. “But fair warning, next time things are going to get real crazy.”
“I can’t wait,” Chris says.
Katrina laughs. “You know what? I actually believe you. Now get dressed and get back to work. We are still running a business here, you know.”
Chris smiles and she smiles back.
Yep, there’s no doubt about it. Katrina loves being the boss.
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DOMINATING THE ESCORT
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 for 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 Karla, 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 Karla, in all her glory.
The funny thing about Karla 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?” Karla 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.
Karla 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 Karla was far more depraved than I had the capacity for, but I wanted to hear how she’d reply.
“You’ve been close,” Karla 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,” Karla 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 Karla 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?” Karla 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,” Karla 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,” Karla 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.
Karla 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.
Karla yelped and shivered in ecstasy.
She obviously enjoyed it, so did it again, harder this time.
Karla 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 Karla was. But it was time to change things up.
Still gripping Karla’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,” Karla replied, as feisty as ever. “But we’ll see where you go from here.”
“Indeed we will,” I said.
I started walking, roughly dragging Karla 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.
Karla’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 Karla’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 Karla’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.
Karla 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 loll
ed 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.
“You’re damn right I am,” Karla said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and threatening to poke a hole in my pants.
As good as it felt to have her touching my cock, I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “I’ll take care of myself in a little while. But for now I’m going to mess with you a little while longer.”
“If you insist,” she said.
Without saying anything further, I pulled off my belt and gripped it in my right hand. As Karla smiled knowingly at me, I spun her around so she was facing the wall, then grabbed one of her arms and yanked it behind her back. I did the same to her other arm, crossing her wrists over one another.
Holding her arms together with my left hand, I wrapped my belt around her wrists until they were bound tight, then tied it off using the buckle, handcuffing her arms behind her back.
Now that Karla’s arms were incapacitated, I reached down around and pulled her skirt down until the waist was around her thighs. Now that her ass was freed up, I stopped pulling the skirt down, trapping her legs too, basically leaving her helpless.
“This is a nice little twist,” Karla said. “I didn’t know you had this level of imagination.”
“There’s quite a bit about me that you don’t know,” I said.
“Apparently there is,” she replied.
I loved how she kept up the banter, even with all that was going on. It made things more comfortable and therefore more fun. It was just one of the many reasons why I called her when I was in the mood for this sort of thing.
Once our little conversation was over, I pressed my hips up against her, my cock—which was still trapped in my pants—pushing against her amazingly tight ass.
