Luckily he didn’t have to worry, as Gina bucked against him one last time and stayed there, his fingers deep inside of her pussy, her hand gripping his wrist, holding it in place inside of her as yet another orgasm racked her body.
“What is that, three already?” he said, a wave of satisfaction rising up in his chest.
“Four, actually,” she said.
“Holy crap. Do you always cum this often?”
“I wish.”
“So I’m doing something right?”
“You’re doing many things right,” she said. “But don’t get complacent, we’re not done yet. I need your cock inside me again.”
“If you insist,” Dan said. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with his cock.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Gina said, hooking her arms beneath her legs. “Fill me up with that huge cock of yours.”
Dan lifted her ass up off the couch a little bit to give himself a better angle of entry and moved his cock in and out of her pussy, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base.
Gina took his cock easily, without flinching in the least, something he’d never experienced before. It was quite a relief, actually, not having to worry about hurting a girl while he was fucking her. It allowed him to open up more than ever before, to go after it without holding back.
And go after it he did, fucking Gina so deeply that his entire cock was disappearing inside of her and his balls were slapping up against her ass.
“Holy shit it’s so fucking huge,” Gina said, her eyes locked on his, her mouth turned up in a little smile. She was clearly enjoying herself. “Give it to me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else before.”
Dan again did as he was told, grabbing ahold of her leg and using it to anchor himself, pulling her body back into his as he hammered away at her pussy.
“That’s it,” she said between deep breaths. “Just like that. That’s what I need. Give me what I fucking need.”
Emboldened by her encouragement, Dan turned it up a notch, pushing down on Gina’s legs to open her up even more and then laying into her, pummeling her with everything he had, fucking her like he’d never fucked anyone else before, bringing himself right to the edge of orgasm.
Gina’s tits were flopping back and forth in a perfect rhythm, bouncing right in front of his face. They were mesmerizing, impossible to look away from, so big and beautiful and luscious.
Gina noticed him staring at them. “My tits are gorgeous, aren’t they?” she said.
“They’re perfect,” Dan said. And he meant it to. They were absolutely perfect.
“They look even better with sperm all over them,” Gina said.
Dan’s took a deep breath and bit down on his lip. Just envisioning Gina’s tits covered in his sperm was enough to put him over the top.
“Do you want to cum on them?” she asked.
“More than anything in the world,” Dan said. And again, it was the complete, honest truth.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Gina said. “Shoot your load on my huge fucking titties.”
Dan couldn’t hold out any longer. The physical pleasure combined with Gina’s orders had him obeying her almost immediately.
He slid his cock out of her wet, moist pussy and climbed to his feet, his body still between her legs. He held onto his cock in a death grip, trying to hold his sperm in until the very last second.
“Holy fuck,” he said, moaning more than speaking as his body tensed up for a moment before going past the point of no return. A jolt of electricity rocketed through his body as he came, his cock squirting thick ropes of sperm all over Gina. Five, six, seven bursts of cum, each slightly less strong than the previous one, but all quite potent.
Looking down, he could see Gina’s body covered with his sperm. Her tits, stomach, throat, and even some on her face. There were rivers of it, all feeding into a reservoir between her breasts. He’d never cum this much before, not even close.
“That was quite an explosion,” Gina said, laughing as she looked down at herself.
“An appropriate response for the evening,” Dan said, dropping down onto the couch beside her. “Although I feel like I owe you an apology.”
“For what?”
“Cumming so quickly,” he said.
“Oh, it wasn’t that quick,” Gina said, waving off his concerns. “You lasted longer than most men do with me.”
“Well, that’s something, at least.”
“It’s more than just something,” she said. “Especially with the size of your cock. It doesn’t matter how long you go, all that matters is that you make the girl cum. Multiple times if possible. Which you did.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. Besides, it’ll get better. You know what they say, practice makes perfect. A few more times and we’ll be making magic.”
“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?”
“Not unless you want it to be.”
“Hell no,” Dan said.
“Good, because I’d hate to have to say goodbye to a cock like yours after only one night.”
“Well you don’t have to worry about that,” Dan said. “My cock will be available for you as long as you want it.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
“I hope you do.”
“So tomorrow night then?” Gina said.
“That would be great.”
“I figure we can do things the traditional way next time. You know, dinner first? Maybe even a couple of drinks?”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll come by at six.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
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IN THE MOOD FOR ANAL
THE ADVENTURES OF A DIRTY SLUT: VOLUME ONE
JT HOLLAND
I know it’s a huge cliché, but on nights when I really need to get fucked by a stranger and I’m just not feeling like doing any real work, I’ll end up at the Irish Pub near my house around closing time.
It’s a popular place with the local college kids, and while most of the time I’m looking for a more mature lover, there are certain times when I feel like teaching a young man a thing or two in the sack.
Like tonight, for example.
I’m bored, a little buzzed, and my vibrator just isn’t doing it for me. And while I could pick up the phone and have one of my regular hook-ups over here in half an hour, I’m in the mood for a little adventure. So I tease my hair up, slap on some makeup, throw on a pair of black fishnet leggings, a short skirt, and a t-shirt that barely covers my stomach and head out the door.
Five minutes later I’m walking into the pub. It’s not super-crowded, but it’s pretty busy for a weekday night, and just as I’d expected, full of college boys.
Walking up to one and convincing him to come home with me is just too easy, so I decide to conduct a little experiment. I grab a glass of red wine from the bartender and head to an empty table in the corner and sit down.
I take a sip from my glass and survey the room, an indifferent but not standoffish look on my face. Anyone that makes eye contact with me I give a little head nod and a smile. None of the college boys out there know it, but the first one that comes up to me is going to get the night of his life.
Ten minutes later I’m on the last of my wine and still nobody’s had the balls to come up and say a word to me. I’ve seen a couple groups of guys whispering amongst themselves, as if daring the others in their group to give it a shot, but so far, none have.
And then, just as I finish my last sip of wine, a young man breaks off from his group of peers and starts over in my direction. He’s a good-looking kid, barely twenty if he’s a day, with a mop of blonde hair and an open, honest face. Simply due to the fact that he’s on his way over here means he’s obviously not shy, but he doesn’t seem like a cocky asshole either. He carries himself like a confident, cool customer. It looks like I got lucky tonight. But not as lucky as he’s going to get.
“Hey there,” he says as he arrives at my table. He’s a shade over six feet and around 175 pounds with a thin but muscular body. An athlete, no doubt, maybe a surfer. “I see that you’re out of wine. Can I buy you a drink?”
“No thanks,” I say. “But there is something else you can do for me.”
“What’s that?” he says, giving me a quizzical look.
“Sit down and I’ll tell you.”
He casts a glance back towards his friends then takes a seat across the table from me.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Troy,” he says.
“Okay, Troy, here’s the deal,” I say, leaning forward and smiling at him. “I came over here tonight to find myself a good college boy I could take back to my place and take advantage of. And since you’re the first one that came up to me, you win.”
Troy laughs and shakes his head. “You’re just fucking with me right? Did Scott put you up to this?”
“Nope,” I say. “Nobody put me up to anything. I just need to get fucked by a stranger tonight. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He eyes me sideways. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
“What’s the catch?” he says.
“There isn’t one,” I reply.
“Nothing at all?”
“Nope. Unless you consider getting super freaky a catch.”
“I call it a bonus,” Troy says.
“Then we should get along great,” I say.
“It sure sounds like it.”
“Of course, I have to warn you, I’m not like all those petite and demure college girls you’re no doubt used to banging. I like things a little rough. And I tend to take control of situations.”
“I’m fine with that.”
“What about sticking your cock in my ass?” I say. “Are you fine with that too?”
“Fuck yeah,” Troy says, his excitement palpable.
“Great,” I say, standing up and taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. “My house is just a couple blocks away. Wave goodbye to your friends as we leave.”
#
I lead Troy back to my place, open the door, and let him in. After closing the door behind him, I stride over to him, staring directly at him with a serious look on my face. Before he knows what’s going on, I put my hands on his waist and squat down.
With my head at the same level as his groin, I undo Troy’s belt, pull it off and drop it to the floor. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his six-pack abs and allowing him a better view of the proceedings.
He watches intently I undo the top button of his jeans and pull down his zipper, then slip his pants and boxers off, dropping them around his ankles, freeing up his cock. It’s rock-hard and sticking straight out with no sag whatsoever.
“Pretty impressive,” I say.
He mutters a thanks and offers me a little smile.
“Let’s see if you know what to do with it,” I say.
Troy lets out a soft sigh as I grab the base of his cock and start slowly stroking while cupping his balls with my hand. Staring up at him the whole time, I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of his cock, starting at the base and working my way towards the tip.
After I’ve run my tongue up the length of his cock, I spit on it and work the saliva in with my hand before taking it in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I suck on the tip of his cock, my head bobbing in short, quick strokes.
While I suck his cock, I run my hands over Troy’s chest, touching his washboard stomach and pecs, my fingers brushing his nipples. He takes a quick breath and I realize he likes this. So I tweak his nipples a little more, squeezing them with my fingers, our eyes locked together the whole time.
“You like that, do you?” I say, pulling my mouth off his cock for a moment. “You like it when I play with your nipples.”
Troy nods quickly.
I smile. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” I say. “But right now I have more pressing business at hand.”
I run my hands back down his stomach and grab ahold of his cock. After slapping it against my tongue a couple of times I take the head of it back into my mouth.
After concentrating on the tip for a bit, I release my grip on his cock and drop my head further down, taking his cock three-quarters of the way into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back off.
As I’m coming back in for more, Troy puts his hands on my head.
“Oh no you don’t,” I say, grabbing his wrists and gently pushing them back to his side. “I’m the one in control here, buddy. And don’t you forget it.” I glare up at him and shake my head, then go back to work.
Troy’s cock is glistening with my saliva as I grip the base of it with my hand and again start jerking him off. I drop my head down a little bit and lick his sack with my tongue before taking one of his balls in my mouth.
Still jerking him off, I suck on one of his testicles, pulling on it, stretching his sack out until it pops out of my mouth, resulting in a low groan from his mouth.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I say, looking up at him.
Troy nods. He doesn’t look like he could speak even if he wanted to.
Laughing, I move over to his other testicle, giving it the same treatment. After popping it out of my mouth, I release my hold on his balls and lift my head back up and go back to work on his cock.
Still staring up at him, I run my tongue up the entire length of Troy’s shaft, starting at the base and finishing at the tip. Then I slap it against my cheek a couple of times before slipping it in my mouth again, bobbing up and down on it, taking it halfway down every time. After blowing him for a good thirty seconds without pause, I pull my mouth off, gather up some saliva, and spit on his cock.
“You like your blowjobs nice and wet, don’t you?” I say, using the accrued saliva to jerk him off forcefully.
He nods again.
“Yeah, I can tell,” I say. “The sloppier the better right?”
“That’s right,” he says.
After jerking him off a little more, I push Troy’s cock up, pressing it against his stomach and holding it there, sticking straight up, pointed at his face. Knowing from earlier that he enjoys getting his sack played with, I start sucking on his balls again, this time taking them both in my mouth at the same time.
I suck on them and bounce them around in my mouth for a little while before wrapping my lips around his sack and yanking down on it hard enough that he utters a little moan of discomfort.
I know that moan, I’ve hear it many times before. Yes, there’s discomfort, but there’s also pleasure. More of it than usual actually, as it’s magnified by the level of discomfort.
Laughing to myself, I release Troy’s balls with a pop and they bounce back up.
“Holy fuck that felt good,” he says, his breath ragged and huge smile on his face.
“Yeah?” I say. “You liked that?”
“I loved it,” Troy says.
“So you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, huh?”
“Apparently so,” he says. “I never knew until just now.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” I say. “Because that happens to be what I specialize in.”
“Is that right?” he says, his eyes lighting up in excitement.
“It certainly is,” I say. “Do you want to experience more of it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then step right up,” I say, climbing to my feet. “And learn a little bit about the relationship between pleasure and pain.”
I grab ahold of Troy’s cock and use it to lead him to the bed. Once there, I turn him around so his back is facing it, then push on his shoulders, dropping him down onto the bed, face up.
Standing over him, looking down at Troy lying there, I play with my pussy, rubbing it until it’s nice and wet. Then I climb onto the bed and crawl up the length of his body until my pussy is hovering right above his head.
With my knees on the bed and
my calves tucked beneath my thighs, with one leg on either side of Troy’s head, I drop down, straddling his face. At first I didn’t move at all, content to simply smother him with my flesh, my pussy right on top of his mouth, digging in, forcing his tongue inside me.
“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Get that tongue in there. Show me how good you are at eating pussy.”
I sit there for a good 15 seconds while Troy struggles for breath beneath me before finally lifting my body up for a couple seconds to give him a chance to breathe.
Sitting on his chest, staring down at him, my eyes locked onto his, I flash him a dirty smile. “You like that too, don’t you?”
Smiling back, he nods emphatically.
“Good,” I say. “Because so do I. Do you mind if I do it some more?”
“Please do,” he says.
I lean down and stick my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips, then grab two handfuls of his hair and scoot forward and drop my ass back down onto his face.
Holding his head flush against the mattress, I grind my pussy on Troy’s mouth, pushing down with all my weight, forcing his head deeper into the mattress. Even though he can hardly breathe, it’s obvious Troy is loving it. His tongue is active, licking and tasting my insides with enthusiasm.
As I continue grinding away on his face, Troy sticks out his tongue as far as he can, forcing it deeper into my pussy. I lets out an excited little moan and start riding his rigid tongue, moving forward and back quickly, my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every pass, soaking Troy’s face and covering it in my juices.
I let go of Troy’s hair and start working my pussy with my now-free hand. It isn’t long before I’m aggressively rubbing at my clit while continuing to ride his tongue. My moans and groans fill the room as I approach orgasm. A few seconds later I let out a loud screech and my body shudders. I rise up just a bit as the orgasm arrives.
I smack away at my clit as I cum, squirting a steady stream of juices out of my pussy, making a mess of Troy’s face.
“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” he says after my stream has run dry. His head and face looks like they’ve been dunked in a barrel full of water. But his smile is wider than ever.
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