by Evan Harder
I gave her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinched but held her squeal inside. I smacked it again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slapped it again. And again. And again until it was bright red. Tears were running down her eyes but still she made no sounds, neither of delight nor pain.
I relaxed for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I needed to recover. The little break allowed her the same opportunity.
“Is that all you got?” she said after catching her breath. Her tone was sarcastic but the look on her face painted a different story. She was enjoying herself immensely.
“No, I’ve got more for you.”
“Then give it to me already,” she said. “I’m getting bored.”
Smiling fiercely, I went back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grabbed ahold of her hair and gave it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and allowing me deeper inside her.
Although she wasn’t enjoying the straight fucking nearly as much as the perverted shit that had come before it, I was enjoying it more. The actual act of penetration, especially after so much build up, felt way too good to last very long. Which is why I’d spent so much time on the foreplay. To make Karla feel like she was getting something out of it. Because if I would have started fucking her earlier I wouldn’t have lasted long enough to give her what she needed.
Which was just a long way of saying that I was pretty close to cumming already, even though I’d only been fucking her for a short time. But I still wanted to do a few more things to her before we finished up, so I climbed up off my knees and slid my feet under my legs.
Crouching down so my cock wouldn’t slip out of her pussy, I took a couple steps forward until my legs were straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I started hammering away at her like there was no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Karla’s body threatened to collapse every time I reached the bottom but somehow she held her position.
I think Karla knew I was getting closer to being done and decided to help me get there, because she suddenly broke her silence with a vengeance. Her screams of pleasure were loud and guttural, animalistic and hearty. It was like if a dam had burst in her throat and started spilling sounds.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I pummeled her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes! YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”
Her talking riled me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realized it was a good thing she had kept quiet when I had initially started fucking her proper, otherwise I wouldn’t have lasted nearly this long.
I released her hair and slowed down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she didn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. I thought about backing away and pulling my cock out of her but felt too good, so I decided against it for the time being.
But less than a minute later I realized that if I didn’t switch things up real soon, I was going to blow my load. And I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I still wanted to fuck Karla in one more position before I was done for the night. So I reluctantly pulled back, yanking my cock out of her pussy.
“What’s the matter?” Karla asked, looking back at me with a nasty grin. She was still on her hands and knees, doggy-style, her ass sticking up in the air, taunting me with its perfection.
“You know,” I said.
“You were about to cum, weren’t you?”
“Bingo,” I replied as I crawled toward her.
“But you’re not quite done with me yet, right?” she said.
“Exactly,” I said, grabbing her legs and flipping her over onto her back.
“Ahh, I see,” Karla said. “You want to look at me while you’re fucking me, don’t you?”
“That’s part of it,” I said.
“And the other?”
“I want easy access to your face so I can blow my load all over it when I’m ready to cum.”
“Fair enough,” Karla said, smiling like a demon. “But make sure you get some in my mouth. I want to taste your cum.”
“Oh, I think I can handle that,” I said as I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted them up, folding her nearly in half with her ass up off the ground.
“Ahh, the good old missionary position,” Karla said. “And to think, the night started off on such a good note, all extreme and shit, only to devolve into the lowest common denominator by the end.”
“It’s a classic for a reason,” I said, not falling for her taunts. “And don’t worry, I’m planning on throwing a little twist in there for you so you don’t get bored.”
“We’ll see about that,” Karla said as I slid my cock into her pussy, which was just as wet as it had been all night. Despite all her talk to the contrary, she was still enjoying herself immensely, that much was obvious.
I rose up onto my knees a bit to give myself more leverage then slid my cock into Karla’s pussy and proceeded to pound her while holding her knees in the air with my arms, which were locked out, my palms on the floor.
“Holy fuck,” she cried as I slammed my cock into her, our bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “I’m not gonna lie. That feels pretty fucking good.”
“I told you before,” I said between deep breaths. “It’s a classic for a reason.”
“I guess you were right,” Karla said. My balls were slapping up against her backside and my hips were grinding into hers at the bottom of every push.
“Pound me,” she says, staring right at me. Her voice was more controlled than earlier, more demanding. I could see how she would be a great dominatrix. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”
Every word she uttered in that tone increased my intensity. Pretty soon I was fucking her with the entire length of my cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.
“That’s right,” she said, her tone the same as a moment ago. “Give me that fucking cock. Break me in fucking half. Punish me, baby. Punish me.”
I released one of her legs and shoved my fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while I fucked her.
“There you go,” she said while her hands played with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks. “Right there. Just like that. Just like that.”
Her tone made me dream of being dominated by her, which was driving me crazy beyond all belief. I was mere moments away from cumming now. I realized there was only thing I could do to extend my time inside her.
With this in mind, I pulled my hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her breath and making it impossible for her to talk any more.
“You like that?” I said. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”
She nodded, her eyes wide, her face red.
Despite her professions of boredom, Karla’s pussy was more inviting than it had been at any other time all night. It was as though something inside her had opened up and was trying to swallow me whole. I felt like I could fit my whole body inside her. And the feeling had me wound up to a point I’ve never previously been to.
I completely let go of all my inhibitions and totally opened up on Karla, slamming into her with an intensity I’ve never before reached, hammering my body into hers.
Karla’s eyes started to roll up in her sockets and I suddenly realized I’d been choking her with the same intensity as I’d been fucking her. A couple more seconds and she would be out cold.
So I did the only thing I could do; I let go of her throat.
Just like earlier, as soon as Karla came back from the edge of unconsciousness, a mammoth orgasm crashed over her. This one was even bigger than the other one, a low growl coming from her mouth and her entire body shaking and quivering for a full five seconds and even suffering a couple
of aftershocks before falling still. Once it had finally passed, she gasped for breath and made defeated sounds beneath me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and full of satisfaction and thanks and staring straight at me.
“Oh my fucking god,” she said in hushed, reverential tones that clashed with the wide grin on her face. “That was fucking transcendent. Thank you.”
As pathetic as it sounds, knowing that I’d finally gotten her off in a meaningful way was what finally pushed me over the edge into orgasm.
Despite my desire from earlier to cum on her face, after what we’d just experienced together a few seconds ago, I just didn’t have it in me to defile her like that. So instead, I asked her if I could cum inside her.
“You can cum wherever and however you want,” she said. And for once, she was sincere. No more mind games, no more fakery. Just Karla. The real, true Karla.
And so, when it was time for my body to do its thing, I relaxed and let it, pumping my cock into Karla’s pussy as I came, shooting my seed inside her. It was a monster load, the biggest I’d ever experienced, with so many spasms I lost count after eight.
After I was dry as a bone, I rolled off of Karla and laid down on the floor. We were lying side-by-side, both of our backs to the carpet and our eyes to the ceiling.
“Well, that was interesting,” Karla said. “Not to mention unexpected.”
“Yeah, tell me about it,” I replied.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “It was great. Incredible, even, but I’m not real sure what happened there at the end.”
“Neither am I.”
“Do you think we could ever repeat it?”
“I doubt it,” I said. “Do you?”
“I don’t think it’s possible.”
“Yeah, probably not.”
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
“No it doesn’t,” I said.
“For the regular fee, of course,” Karla said.
“Of course,” I said.
“Are you sure that won’t bother you?” she asked. “You don’t think it’ll be weird to pay me next time we get together after what happened here tonight?”
“Of course not,” I said. “The way I see it, what happened here tonight was only possible because I was paying you. If we were in some kind of a relationship, or even just seeing each other casually, there’s no way I would have been able to do all those things to you that I did earlier. And what happened at the beginning of the night is what ultimately led to what happened at the end. It’s all related. You can’t have one without the other.”
I realized Karla was laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I’ve just never heard anyone come up with a reason to keep paying me before. Usually they’re trying to figure out a way to stop paying me in the future.”
“Yeah, well most people are stupid and emotional,” I said. “Whereas I’m smart and rational and even-minded.”
“Either that or you’re insane,” Karla said.
“Yeah, it could be that too,” I said.
I started to laugh. Karla joined in. And that’s where this little filthy tale ends, with both of us lying on the floor, laughing. Together.
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SLAMMING THE PERVERTED ESCORT’S ASS
Scott was pacing around the hotel room, anxiously awaiting Taylor’s arrival, feeling a high-school kid getting ready for his first date. Only he was a 35-year old man, not a teenager, and he wasn’t picking up his girlfriend for dinner and a movie, he was waiting for an escort to arrive at his hotel room so they could partake in an hour-long session of perverted, deviant sex.
To say that he wasn’t planning on this turn of events would be an insult to understatements. When he first called Taylor a few months back, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to take out the frustrations caused by his greedy ex-wife and her blood-sucking lawyers on another girl without having to worry about the consequences. And for the first session, that’s all Taylor was. A stand-in for his wife, someone he could degrade and punish in effigy. And punish her he did, doing things to her he’d never done to anyone before.
But he had so much fun that first session that he just had to call her for another one. And another after that. And then another. Until it had become a regular thing.
And as the sessions continued, they began to take on a different tone. Scott started seeing Taylor as a person instead of just a stand-in for his ex. Not someone he wanted a relationship with (at least, not a traditional one) but someone that he enjoyed seeing.
They still had nasty, dirty, rough, aggressive, deviant sex, but it was no longer rooted in hate. It was rooted in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. For both of them. (All right, so maybe she was just faking her enjoyment—after all, she was getting paid—but Scott didn’t think so. He was convinced that she truly did enjoy fucking. Not just him, of course, but anyone. Taylor just flat out loved to fuck.)
Scott came to think of his time with Taylor as an opportunity to experiment with all the sexual fantasies he’d held inside over the years. Something about the non-emotionality involved with paying an escort allowed him to get past the weird discomfort that had always dogged him when it came to getting freaky in the bedroom, and this, combined with Taylor’s willingness to do literally anything, had freed him up to explore every single dirty, nasty, perverted thought that had ever entered his head. (And even a couple that, until Taylor brought them up, hadn’t.)
So, in a way, he had reverted back to his high-school days, when everything seemed new and different and special. That he’d feel that way with someone he paid money to fuck was ironic, to say the least, but he figured it was better than nothing.
A whole lot better.
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There’s a knock on the door. Scott forces himself to take a deep breath, then heads over and opens it.
Taylor is standing there, looking as sexy as ever, with her thin, athletic, lithe body and cute, girlish face. She’s wearing a tiny bright orange dress that barely covers her ass, making her already long legs seem like they go on forever. She’s smiling, as always. And it’s genuine, as always.
She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks past him, dropping her purse down on the end table, near the couch. When she turns back he’s already right on top of her.
He wraps his arm around her, hands on her ass, and starts kissing her. They make out for a few seconds before she pulls back, eyeing him curiously.
“My, we’re rearing to go tonight, aren’t we?” she says playfully, pushing her body up against his rock-hard cock.
“What can I say? I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment you walked out the door last time.”
“I have too,” Taylor says.
He laughs. “You liar.”
She gives him a look like she’s trying to get out of getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“You know what happens to liars,” Scott says, flashing her an evil grin.
“Of course I know,” she replies. “They get punished.”
“No,” he says. “They get severely punished.”
“Ooooh, even better,” she says. “What kind of punishment is in store for tonight?”
“You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”
“I can’t wait.”
Scott pulls the top of Taylor’s dress down, revealing her perfect, perky little tits. He attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and sucks on it until it’s nice and hard.
“This doesn’t seem like a punishment to me,” she says. “It seems more like a reward.”
“I’m starting off slow,” he says, pulling his mouth off her nipple with a pop. It’s grown to the size of a pencil eraser. “I’m lulling you into a sense of relaxation by pleasuring you. The punishment will come later.”
He switches over to her other nipple and gives it the same treatment.
Taylor moans in enjoyment and runs her hand down his stomach and starts rubbing hi
s cock through his pants.
Scott returns the favor, running his hand down her body and hiking her dress up over her hips, revealing her black g-string panties. He rubs her pussy while still working her tits with his mouth. It isn’t long before she’s soaking through the cotton.
She grabs his head and lifts it towards her own then sticks her tongue down his throat and starts exploring his mouth.
He continues working her pussy while they make out, sliding her g-string to the side to give him direct access. He slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging her.
Taylor moans more loudly and kisses him more aggressively, her hands now moving down to his belt, which she quickly undoes. His pants fall to the ground. She follows, dropping to her knees.
She goes to work on his cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, caressing his balls, then sucking on them for a bit, her eyes locked on his, looking up at him the entire time.
“You have such a beautiful cock,” Taylor says in one of the rare times when her mouth isn’t full. “I love touching it and licking it and sucking it.”
And then she dives in with a proper blowjob, her red lips wrapped around his cock, moving up and down on his shaft in time with her hand, which is still jerking him off. Her blonde hair is thrown back, allowing him a perfect view of her pretty little face sucking his cock.
“You like how I suck it?” she says, not waiting for an answer before diving right back in, going hands-free this time. She takes him most of the way down her throat, holds it for a couple of seconds, then pulls back off and goes back to jerking him off, her eyes still locked on his.
He nods in response to her earlier question.
Smiling, she says, “That’s nothing, baby. I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never had done before,” then goes back to work, sliding her body further beneath him and taking his ballsack in her mouth.
