by Riley Haze
Megan’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Mark suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.
He lets go of her throat.
Megan gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.
They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.
And then, just like, Mark is ready to cum.
He scrambles up towards her, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.
It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Megan swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.
Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Mark falls down onto the couch beside her.
“You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.
“I told you before,” she says. “I’m the filthiest.”
“You certainly are,” he says, marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.
As if reading his mind, Megan reaches over and grabs ahold of Mark’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.
She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.
He’s done. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind. At least for the short term. He’s completely spent, in more ways than one.
“That’s it,” Mark says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”
Smiling as if in victory, Megan shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”
“There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”
She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you want.”
“I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”
“It was my pleasure,” she says. “Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys put me through.”
“Really? Like what?”
She waves her hand dismissively. “You don’t want to know.”
“Actually I do,” he says. “Consider it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth for the next few minutes.”
Megan laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”
“So tell me about what these other guys do to you.”
“Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”
“And you enjoy it all?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do if it were up to me.”
“Is it ever up to you?”
“Sure,” she says. “There are plenty of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of the stuff I mentioned before.”
“People actually pay you to do those things to them?”
“Absolutely,” she says with a smile.
Mark laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”
“More than anything in the world.”
“I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”
“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”
“So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”
“Not at all,” Megan says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”
“What about other women?”
“I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”
“I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”
“And you such a professional,” he says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her body, hiding it for good on this night.
“That’s what I pride myself on.” Megan slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.
He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.
“Thanks, hon,” she says, walking towards him.
“My pleasure,” he says.
She stops to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out the door and disappears around the corner.
“Which is going to be sooner than it should be,” he says under his breath.
Mark closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Megan. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling that it will all be worth it.
He’s right on both counts.
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ONE NAUGHTY LADY
Andy Berger is at a swanky resort in Newport Beach, at a charity auction for some foundation or another. After spending almost ten-thousand dollars on a couple of items, he is at the bar, drinking and cavorting with some of the other guests, when he’s approached by an incredibly hot brunette wearing a short, black cocktail dress. She’s got a slightly Hispanic look, with sensual lips, a rounded jaw, full cheekbones, and arresting eyes.
But while her features were soft her body was hard. Tanned skin, long, fit legs that seem to last forever because of her outfit, slender but toned arms, narrow waist, flat stomach, and an incredible pair of tits.
“Hello,” she says. “I’m Sydney.”
“I’m Andy,” he replies.
“I know,” she says, smiling at him. “And I’m well aware of how much you spent tonight. The foundation really appreciates it.”
“My pleasure,” Andy says, not sure where this is going. He quickly finds out.
“In fact, we at the foundation would love to personally thank you for everything you’ve done tonight.”
“Sounds good to me,” Andy says. “What did you have in mind?”
“Let’s go back up to your suite and I’ll show you,” Sydney says, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet.
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Two minutes later, Andy is sitting on the couch in his suite, still fully clothed, when Sydney comes walking out of the bathroom wearing only her beige shirt, black panties, and the pumps.
“What do you think?” she asks.
“I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” he replies.
“Why thank you,” Sydney says as she walks towards him. “You’re pretty damn hot yourself.”
Sydney spreads his legs, and presses forward until her knees are touching the inside of his thighs. She pulls off her shirt, revealing a black lace
bra beneath, then leans over as if to kiss him, but stops right before their lips touch. He leans forward to finish the connection but she flashes him a wry smile and shakes her head and pulls back.
“Not yet,” she says. “First I want to play with you a bit.”
“Sounds good to me,” Andy replies.
Standing tall again, Sydney slips out of her bra, freeing up her big, perky, amazing tits. They are obviously fake but done well enough that it’s not distracting.
Sydney runs her hands up the side of her body, starting at the waist and ending at her tits. Pushing on the outside of them, squeezing her tits together, she looks at Andy, who is focused on at her chest. She turns around so her back is to him, then sits down on his waist.
Moving in slow circular patterns, Sydney grinds on Andy’s cock, which is still trapped behind his pants but quickly getting hard. She leans back against his chest until her head is resting on his shoulder, her ass still moving against him the entire time. His left hand reaches out and touches the side of her leg just below her hip but she grabs ahold of his arm and pushes it away. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she shakes her head.
“Not yet,” she says. “For now, keep your hands to yourself.”
As Andy nods in compliance, Sydney puts her hands on his knees for balance, and bounces on his groin a couple of times before standing up and turning around to face him.
Bending over at the waist, she leans in towards him. She puts her palms on the rear cushion of the couch, one on each side of his head, and sticks her tits in his face. She grabs ahold of his head and buries it into her chest, holding it there, smothering him against her tits while she straddles his waist.
A few seconds later, Sydney releases her grip on Andy, giving him a chance to catch his breath. While he refills his lungs with air, she sits back and undoes his belt. She slips it off and wraps it around his neck, pulling the end through the buckle. She tightens it against his skin but doesn’t latch it.
“Are you ready to get a little kinky?” she asks.
“I can’t wait,” he replies.
Smiling widely, Sydney leans forward and gives Andy a little kiss on the lips before pulling back. With her hand still gripping the end of the belt, she leans back, putting more pressure on the belt, pulling the strap taut and tight against Andy’s skin. She stays in that position for a few seconds, choking him, before once again leaning forward, removing the pressure from his neck.
“Do you like that?” she asks.
“I love it,” he replies.
Dropping the belt, Sydney leans forward and guides one of her tits into his mouth. Staring up at her, Andy goes to town on her nipple, licking and sucking and biting down on it until it’s hard. She pops that tit out of his mouth and turns her body slightly, giving him the other one. He gives it the same treatment.
Once it’s as hard as the other one, Sydney backs off. Dropping to her knees on the floor, she pops the button off Andy’s pants and undoes his zipper. Leaving his pants on for the time being, she grabs ahold of his hard cock, her hand gripping the base of his shaft, and negotiates it out of his boxers. She gives the tip a single lick while her hand works his shaft. She drops down a little further, runs her tongue up the underside of his cock, starting at his balls and ending the tip. Then she slaps his cock against her tongue a couple of times and then starts to blow him proper, wrapping her lips around his cock and dropping her head down on it.
Sydney works Andy’s cock like a pro, her mouth and hand operating in tandem, getting his cock nice and slippery. After a while, she releases his cock with her hand but continues working it with her mouth, taking it all the way down and holding it there for a couple of seconds before pulling off.
“Holy shit,” Andy says. “You’re pretty fucking good at that.”
Sydney just smiles in return. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she sits up a little bit taller, so her tits are right in front of his cock. She grabs ahold of his cock and slaps it against one of her tits before sliding it in between them. Gripping the outside of her tits, she squeezes his cock in between them, then starts bouncing up and down on it, titty-fucking him.
Working quietly and intently, Sydney increases the intensity, smashing her tits on his groin before coming back up. Her tits are so big that they practically engulf his cock. Only the tip is visible and only for a moment when she’s at the absolute lowest point.
Afraid that he’s going to blow his load too soon, Andy pulls his cock out from between Sydney’s tits.
She knows exactly what’s going on. “It felt that good huh?”
“Too fucking good,” he replies. “We don’t want this night to be over with before it starts in earnest.”
“I agree,” Sydney says. “There’s a lot more I want you to do to me before we call it a night.”
“Same here,” Andy says. He grabs her chin he leans forward and sticks his tongue in her mouth for a moment then stands up, leaving her on the floor. He steps out of his pants and slips his shirt off, then steps forward until her head is right underneath his cock.
Sydney knows exactly what he wants. She grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking him off while her mouth goes to work on his balls. She licks his sack and then takes his balls in her mouth, sucking on one of them for a little bit before switching over to the other.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sydney asks after popping his balls out of her mouth.
“Hell yeah,” Andy says breathlessly.
She goes back to blowing him proper, her head moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. After a while he pulls his cock out of her mouth, grabs the shaft, and slaps the head against her cheek a couple times. Gripping a handful of her hair, he turns her head sideways and slides his cock into her mouth, pushing it in until the tip is pressing against the inside of her cheek hard enough to force it to stick out, making her look like a chipmunk storing a nut. He smacks her protruding cheek with his palms a couple of times before sliding his cock back out.
Sydney shifts her head so she’s once again facing him straight on. Then she slips his cock into her mouth once again. Grabbing the back of her head with both hands, Andy continues pressing his hips forward, forcing Sydney to deepthroat him. Once his entire cock has disappeared into her mouth, he holds her head in place, her nose pushing up against his abdomen, her chin smashed up against his ballsack. He holds her there until she starts to gag and cough before letting her go.
After Sydney catches her breath, he helps her to her feet and leads her back to the couch. Andy sits down while she slips out of her panties. Then she climbs onto the couch next to him, turning sideways so both her knees are on the couch. Sitting perpendicular to him, her ass sticking up in the air just to his right, she drops down and takes his cock in her mouth. He reaches over and slaps her on the ass, then runs his hand around the back of her and slides two fingers into her wet pussy, eliciting a soft groan from Sydney.
While Sydney sucks his cock, Andy bangs away at her pussy, his fingers moving in and out of her more and more quickly. Her groans growing louder, Sydney attacks his cock with more intensity, bouncing her head up and down to match the speed that he’s working her pussy.
They continue working each other faster and faster until both are ready to blow. At that point, Andy pulls his fingers out of Sydney’s pussy and she lifts her head off his cock.
Staring into his eyes, Sydney says, “Are you ready to get down to business?”
“I can’t wait,” he says.
Her eyes glowing with excitement, Sydney climbs to her feet her and throws one leg over Andy’s body so she’s straddling him, facing away from him, her ass right in his face. He leans forward, spreads her ass cheeks with his hands, and starts licking her pussy. She bounces her ass back against his face a couple of times, forcing his tongue deeper inside her snatch. Then she pulls away, putting her feet on the floor in between his spread legs, her ass still facing him.
With her palms on his thighs for support, Sydney
squats down, guiding her pussy onto Andy’s cock, which is sticking straight up into the air without any help. Once his cock is inside of her, she doesn’t even bother taking things slow, bouncing up and down on him quickly, giving him her entire weight at the bottom of every thrust.
Groaning wordlessly, Sydney impales herself on Andy’s cock, hammering away at him without mercy. Repaying her for her aggression, Andy slaps her ass repeatedly, but that only serves to fuel her intensity.
As she slams herself into him even harder, Andy slides his hand up to her huge breast and starts smacking away at it. This doesn’t slow her down either, however. She just continues bouncing on him as hard and fast as she can.
Desperate to get her to slow down for fear of cumming too soon, Andy grabs ahold of her arms and yanks them backwards, locking her elbows out and pinning her arms together at the wrist.
With her arms trapped behind her, Sydney finally slows things down a bit. Andy pushes up on her wrists, putting more pressure on her elbows, forcing her to lean forward. She stops bouncing on his cock but continues grinding against it, her ass moving forward and back, shifting the angle of his cock constantly.
“Do you like that?” he asks. “Do you like getting manhandled?”
“I fucking love it,” she cries.
“I though you would,” he says. “You look the type.”
After another half a minute of this, Andy releases her arms but grabs ahold of her hair and yanks down, lifting her chin to the ceiling and arching her spine backwards.
Sydney lets out a sharp yelp of pleasure and stops moving against him. She just sits there for a couple of seconds, his cock planted deep inside her pussy. Andy releases her hair and lifts Sydney off of him. She quickly turns around and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs straight.
“I want to lick my pussy juices off of your cock.”
“Be my guest,” Andy says.
Sydney takes Andy’s cock in her mouth and sucks her pussy juices off of it, then climbs back onto the couch and straddles him. Leaning forward, she sticks her tits in his face. Andy latches on to one of them with his mouth while she guides his cock into her pussy. Once it’s inside her, she starts bouncing on his cock, moving more slowly than before in order to allow him to continue sucking on her tits.
