“I don’t know about that,” I said, flashing him an evil smile. “Have you ever tried to take four fingers inside you before?”
“Hell no.”
“Then how do you know you couldn’t take it? I think we should give it a shot.” I made a move towards him like I was going to try and slip my finger into his ass.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said, scrambling away.
I laughed. It was nice to regain control. Even if I did take the easy way out.
“Come on,” I said, not willing to let it go. “Some guys are into that sort of thing.”
“Not me,” Mike said.
“How do you know until you try it?” I asked, moving towards him again.
“Oh, I know,” he said, dancing behind a table to get away from me, his cock flopping around as he moved.
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll stop trying to stick my fingers in your ass if you stop running away.”
“Do you promise?” he asked.
“Yes, I promise,” I said. “Now get over here so I can ride your cock for a little while.”
“If you insist,” he said, coming back over toward the couch.
“It’s my turn to regain control,” I said, grabbing him by the shoulders, and pushing him down onto the couch, just like he had done to me earlier. I climbed onto his waist, my knees bent, my legs shins flat on the cushion underneath my thighs, straddling his waist. I grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against my ass but didn’t yet slip it into my pussy. “You just sit there and let me do my thing.”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, a little half-smile on his face.
I lifted my body up and placed the tip of his cock against my pussy, which was still completely drenched and wide open from the evening’s fun. I messed with him a little bit, rubbing my pussy lips on the head of his cock for a few seconds before finally dropping my body onto his, my pussy engulfing his cock as it slipped inside me.
At this point in the proceedings, I didn’t even bother taking things slow. Because of the length and nature of the foreplay, I knew Mike was too far along to last very much longer and I wanted to ride him for as long as possible before he came.
I put my hands on his chest for balance and started bouncing atop him with reckless abandon, impaling myself on his cock, pounding my body onto his. I rode his cock from the very tip all the way down to the base, slamming my ass down into his groin until I could feel his balls against my asshole, taking the entire thing in fast, rhythmic thrusts.
The room was filled with the sounds of sex; wet, slapping sounds as our bodies came together, grunts and moans and labored breathing.
I put my palms on top of Mike’s thighs and leaned back, arching my back and tilting my head up towards the ceiling, exposing the hollow of my neck and offering him my tits.
He took advantage, cupping his hands underneath them and lifting, pushing me even further back and changing the angle of penetration.
I hammered down on his cock a few more times before eventually resting my body on top of his. I straightened my legs out in front of me and wrapped them around his hips. Keeping his cock deep inside me, I moved my hips back and forth, grinding on him, out faces mere inches apart.
Staring at Mike while I rode him, it was obvious that he couldn’t hold out much longer. But I didn’t want him to cum yet, so I slowed things down, leaning forward and kissing him, giving him a chance to recover while I gently moved against him.
But he was just too far along. Instead of slowing things down, Mike was ready to finish. He picked me up off of him and tossed me onto the couch. He stood up and turned to face me, grabbing my ankles and spreading them wide, opening me up.
Then he took a step forward and dropped to his knees and slipped his cock into my waiting pussy. Just like me earlier, he didn’t even bother taking things slow, giving me his entire cock in hard and fast strokes right from the beginning, holding my legs wide open the entire time.
Grunting wordlessly, he pounded away at me, giving me his cock balls deep with every thrust. He was no longer interested in any witty repartee; nature had taken over, his attention was focused solely on expelling his seed.
He released my ankles and shifted his hands to my tits, grabbing them as he continued to fuck me, squeezing them tight as he hammered away on my pussy. One of his hands slid up to my neck. He wrapped it around my throat and gave it a little squeeze, not enough to cut off any air but just enough that I could feel it. But he wasn’t really into the rough stuff, and his hand only lingered there for a few seconds before returning back to my tits.
Mike slid his feet backwards a little bit, then went after me with more intensity than ever, the new angle of entry allowing him deeper penetration. Holding my legs back with his arms, he pounded away at my pussy, his lower half slamming against me at the end of every thrust.
His hands made their way up under my knees. Pushing back on them, he rolled me up even more, lifting my ass further off the couch. With his hands, he pushed down on my legs, forcing them deep into the cushions, folding me practically in half. He spread his legs wider and slid his feet forward, giving himself even more leverage, allowing him to pummel me even harder than before.
I was close to my third orgasm of the night, but I knew I didn’t have long to finish. My hand flew down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit, trying to help things along.
At this point in the proceedings Mike was too far along to even care. It was no longer about control, it was only about pure pleasure. A single-minded, mad rush to the finish line; a race that was nearly over. The first leg of it, at least.
His pounding ramped up yet another notch and I knew he was just seconds away now. I went after my clit with more intensity, desperately trying to cum before he did. Because I knew that if he finished before I was then I was screwed. And not in the good way.
As it turned out, I started to cum at precisely the same moment he shot his load into me. The often talked about but rarely achieved simultaneous orgasm was a thing of pure beauty, our bodies peaking in unison as we stared into each other’s eyes. both of us feeding off the other’s pleasure to prolong the sensation for an extra couple of moments.
After Mike had finished he stayed inside me, our bodies joined together, not moving, just relishing the feel of each other while we came down off our orgasms. After we’d both caught our breath, he leaned forward and gave me a kiss, then pulled his cock out of my pussy.
He fell onto the couch beside me, his cock practically glowing in the light from the cum that coated it. It was still hard but fading, although not too rapidly. From the looks of things, he wouldn’t need very long to recover before being ready to go again. Half an hour, tops. If even that.
“So what do you think?” I asked, rolling over to look at him. “A shower and another bottle of wine, and then we can get started on round two?”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Mike said. “And this time, we’ll spend more time on fucking than on foreplay.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” I said.
Mike stood up, then held out his hand, helping me off the couch. Holding hands, we headed towards the bathroom to get cleaned up before doing it all again.
Good old Mike, always the reliable lover. And a gentlemen to boot. I could do worse. A lot worse. I had, in fact. Many times. And undoubtedly would again in the future.
For now, at least, I was satisfied. And really, what more could a girl ask for?
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POUNDING A HOT STRANGER
SCOTTY DIGGLER
To be perfectly honest, I’m still not exactly sure how I ended up in the living room of a gorgeous woman with my cock pushing hard against my pants and my excitement level threatening to go through the roof.
Not long before, I’d been drinking with some friends at a bar when Mason had approached us, injecting herself into our conversation as though we were all longtime friends, even though none of us had ever seen her before.
She was tall and lanky
, with huge tits and an incredible face. She was dressed in a gray tank top that left her midriff exposed and barely covered her black bra, plus jean shorts that showed off her long and lean but powerful-looking legs. Even though we were inside the bar, she was wearing sunglasses, which (obviously) hid her eyes, but for some reason it just made her seem like she was far too cool for such a shithole of a bar, which was probably true.
Four beers and thirty minutes later, pretty much with no real warning at all, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the building.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we quickly made our way down the sidewalk.
“To my place,” Mason said. “It’s just two blocks away.”
I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her or ask for any more clarification; there was no reason to take a chance on fucking up a good thing. So I just kept my mouth shut and let her lead the way.
No more than ten minutes after leaving the bar, I was sitting on Mason’s couch, waiting for her to, as she had put it, “slip into something more comfortable.”
Shortly after, she came walking down the stairs wearing a lacy pink top that showed off her incredibly massive tits, a matching g-string, fishnet leggings and four-inch fuck-me pumps. She had put on some more makeup, including lots of black eyeliner, and the new look had transformed her into a total and complete slut; which was exactly how I liked my women.
As I sat on the couch with my excitement (not to mention my cock) growing larger with every passing second, she approached me, stopping a few feet away, towering over me.
“Do you like what you see?” Mason asked.
“I fucking love it,” I replied.
“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Now sit back and relax while I put on a little show for you.”
Over the course of the next few minutes, Mason danced and stripped to her own internal music, taking off all her clothes except her fishnets, and playing with her pussy along the way, banging herself with her fingers, getting all warmed up.
Once she was ready to go, she crawled over towards me. By now my cock was pressing hard against the inside of my pants, trying to break out.
“Looks like you’re ready to go,” she said, dropping her head on my leg and staring at my bulge.
“More than ready,” I replied.
Smiling, she pulled my pants off, freeing up my cock. It was sticking straight up, hard as a rock.
“Pretty impressive,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Do you mind?” she asked, glancing down at my cock with slightly raised eyebrows.
“Be my guest,” I said, smiling.
She started going to town, sucking my cock like a pro, running her tongue up and down it and taking the tip of it in her mouth while she worked the shaft with her hand and then taking it progressively further and further down into her mouth.
After a full minute of blowing me while seated, I decided I wanted a little more control of the situation, so I climbed to my feet, keeping my cock in her mouth the whole time.
Once standing, I put my hands on her head and held it in place while I fucked her face with my cock, slamming it in and out of her mouth while she gagged and coughed and drooled saliva everywhere.
After forcing my cock all the way down her throat and holding it there for a few seconds, I relaxed my hold on her head. She stayed in place, deepthroating me like a champ, for another five seconds before pulling away.
Smiling, she gasped for breath and looked up at me with excited eyes and mascara dripping down her face.
“Talk about impressive,” I said, grinning down at Mason. “That was incredible.”
“Thanks, baby,” she said. “I aim to please.”
“Well, you’re certainly doing that,” I said, helping her to her feet. “Now it’s my time to reciprocate.”
“If you insist,” she said as I laid her on the couch.
It was an L-shaped couch and Mason was on the connecting section, giving up lots of room to work. She was on her back, with her legs spread wide and her ass and pussy hanging just off the edge.
I didn’t waste any time, dropping to my knees and scooting up towards her and burying my face in her pussy.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned as I went to town on her snatch, licking and tonguing it and getting it all wet and sloppy.
A short time later I got my fingers involved too, sliding two of them inside her pussy while I rubbed my tongue against on her clit.
Mason was moaning and groaning in pleasure beneath me as I worked her pussy with my mouth and fingers. She’d grabbed ahold of her heels, holding her legs up by her head and opening herself up to me even more.
Once I’d gotten her pussy nice and warmed up enough, I climbed to my feet and slipped my still rock-hard cock into her pussy.
We both let out simultaneous sighs of pleasure as I entered her.
“Your cock feels so good inside of me,” Mason said as I moved slowly against her. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that huge cock of yours.”
And so I did, gradually picking up the pace until I was hammering her good in long, fast strokes. I grabbed one of her massive tits with one hand and squeezed while my other stayed on the couch for balance.
“Holy shit, just like that,” she screamed. “Just like that! Right there, right fucking there!”
My cock slammed into her, bottoming out with every thrust. Our bodies smacked together, filling the room with the sounds of sex.
“Keep fucking me,” Mason said, her voice pleading and directed at the same time. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
And cum she did, big time, squirting juices out of her pussy so forcefully that my cock slid out of her pussy.
I immediately dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy once more, lapping up the leftover juices as best as I could.
“You like that shit, do you?” Mason said. “You like it when a woman squirts?”
“I love it,” I replied.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.
Instead of answering back, I went to work on her asshole with my tongue. It wasn’t planned or anything, I was simply so turned on by her squirting that it just happened.
“Oooohhh, getting a little nasty there, are you?”
“Just a bit,” I said, pulling my tongue off her asshole for a moment.
“Is that how you like it?” Mason said. “Are you an ass man?”
I nodded. “Is that okay with you?”
“Okay? Hell, I prefer it in the ass. Asses are my favorite thing in the world.”
“That’s good to know,” I said, replacing my tongue in her asshole with my fingers, just two of them, to start.
As Mason moaned and groaned and thoroughly enjoyed herself, I worked her asshole with my fingers, sliding them in and out in an ever-increasing pace while I buried my face between her legs.
Her pussy was soaking wet and wide open, allowing my tongue access to places deep inside her. And the more I worked her pussy the wider her asshole became. I slipped a third finger inside it, and a short time after that, a fourth.
With four of my fingers in her asshole and my tongue in her snatch, it wasn’t long before Mason came again, letting out a scream, followed by another stream of juices shooting out of her pussy and drenching my face.
Once she was finished, she grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked my head up towards her face. With my fingers still deep inside her asshole, she licked my face clean of her juices then slipped her tongue into my mouth and explored around.
“Enough screwing around,” she said after breaking off the kiss. Our faces were no more than a centimeter apart, our eyes locked together. “I need your hard cock in my asshole. Right now.”
“If you insist,” I said, smiling.
“Oh, I do, I do,” Mason said with a laugh as she threw her legs back and wrapped her ankles around the back of her neck, folding her body in half and opening herself up to me.
With her hands free once again, she grabbed my arm and gave it a yank, freeing my fingers from her asshole. Then she pulled them towards her face.
“I love the taste of my own asshole,” she said, slipping my index finger into her mouth and sucking on it. Once it was clean, she popped it out. “Especially when I’m getting fucked in it at the same time,” she added before sliding my other three fingers into her mouth and going to work on them.
Getting the hint, I used my free hand to grab ahold of my harder-than-ever cock and slid the tip of it into her wide, gaping asshole. It went in easily, without much resistance at all. But despite the ease of entry, it was still a snug fit, as her anus squeezed against the entirety of my cock equally, even as I pumped it in and out of her.
Mason’s groans were muffled by my fingers, which were still planted firmly in her mouth, but they were still louder than before. Apparently she wasn’t kidding when she’d said she loved getting fucked in the ass.
As I increased the pace of my cock moving in and out of her asshole, Mason yanked my fingers from her mouth and guided my hand down towards one of her big, gorgeous tits and placed my hand on it.
I gave her tit a squeeze and she let out a little yelp that was full of pleasure.
“That’s right,” she said. “Squeeze my fucking tits while you hammer my asshole with your cock.”
Not one to turn down a request from a woman, I moved my other hand to her free tit and squeezed both of them at the same time.
“Harder,” Mason said, her breath ragged. “Give me all you got.”
I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the squeezing or the fucking, so I decided to give her both, hammering my cock in and out of her asshole while gripping my hands as tightly as I could around her massive tits.
“Is this what you want?” I asked between heavy breaths. “Is this how you liked getting fucked? Nice and hard?”
Mason bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head vigorously. Her breaths were more shallow and quicker than before, and her mouth was opened slightly and little mewling noises were coming from her throat. She appeared to be in the throes of ecstasy.
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