by Nikki Sins
And cum she did, her entire body shaking and gyrating, legs quivering, chest rising and falling, juices squirting out of her pussy and all over my stomach.
Once her orgasm had passed, she regained control of herself. Back again was the controlled woman with the intense, demanding demeanor. “That’s right, use my tight little ass,” Shawna said, talking in a low, impossibly sexy voice. “Own it. Make it yours.”
It was a command, not a request, and for some reason that made it infinitely more erotic. So erotic, in fact, that it pushed me right to the edge of orgasm. Just like I’m sure she knew it would. Now that she’d had her orgasm, it was time to finish me off.
“Are you ready?” Shawna asked as I continued hammering away at her asshole.
I nodded. I couldn’t do anything else.
“Yeah?” she asked, staring up at me, her eyes challenging mine. “Are you sure?”
I nodded again, more vehemently this time.
“Then give me that fucking cum,” she said. “Empty that fucking nutsack in my fucking ass.”
I did as she demanded, finally allowing my body the release it had been begging for. I continued pumping my hips even as I shot my load inside her asshole, cringing all the while, feeling the same combination of pleasure and discomfort that had been the theme of the evening.
It took a good six or seven squirts for my body to emptied of cum, after which I slowly let my cock slide out of Shawna’s asshole.
There were some remnants of my cum leftover on my cock, but Shawna took care of them without hesitation, sliding her body down the couch until she was sitting on the floor with her head between my legs in a heartbeat.
She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it of our combined juices, then started sucking on it hard enough to make me squirm and try to pull away. But she wasn’t having it, and wrapped her arms around my waist to keep my in place.
I eventually wrenched free and scooted backwards, smiling and laughing despite the discomfort.
“What?” Shawna said, trying to look innocent. “You don’t like post-orgasm blow jobs?”
“They’re a bit intense.”
“That’s kind of the point,” she replied, climbing to her feet and gathering her clothes.
“I know, but still . . .” I said, trailing off.
“Well I love giving them, so you’re just going to have to get used to them,” Shawna said, turning her head to give me a wink as she walked past me, heading towards the bathroom.
It took me a moment to figure out what she meant. And once I did I could barely maintain my excitement.
“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” I asked carefully after she emerged from the bathroom fully clothed.
“Not unless you want it to be,” she said.
“Hell no,” I replied.
“Good,” Shawna said. “Because neither do I. It was fun. I’d like to do it again sometime.”
“I would too,” I said, still a bit dumbfounded.
“Of course, next time we’ll have to turn the intensity up even more, if that’s okay with you.”
“It’s more than okay,” I said.
“Great,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the front door. “Then I’ll call you when I have some free time.”
“I can’t wait to hear from you,” I said as Shawna walked out of my condo, closing the door behind her.
I stared at the front door for a few seconds, still naked, then laughed under my breath and shook my head. What a day. One of the best of my life. And the idea that more would be coming? It was almost too much to think about. Almost, but not quite. I wondered what our next session would bring. I couldn’t wait to find out.
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ANAL VIOLATIONS
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 yo
ur friends as we leave.”
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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.
“You like that too, do you?” I ask, still squatting over him, my pussy mere inches above his face.
“I fucking love it,” he says. “You’re fucking incredible.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I say.
“Shit, I haven’t even done anything yet,” Troy says. “You’re the one doing all the work.”
“Well, let’s change that then,” I reply.
I climb off of Troy’s face and scoot down his body until I’m straddling his midsection. With my ass pushing back against his still hard cock, I lean forward and use my tongue to lick my pussy juices off of Troy’s face.
Once his face is clean, I lift my body up and scoot my butt back so my pussy is hovering over Troy’s groin. Then I grab ahold of his cock and slide it inside my soaking wet snatch. I take things quickly right from the start, riding him cowgirl, slamming my body down onto his, not showing him any mercy at all.
“Is this how you like it?” I ask, my head tilted slightly as I glare down at him, trying to keep my excitement from showing. “With me on top, riding you until the sun comes up?”
Troy nods, his face a mask of concentration. He’s wincing every time my body slams down on him.
“The pain is good,” I say. “It makes the pleasure that much better.”
To illustrate this fact, I put my palms flat on his chest for leverage, which allows my to pummel him even more aggressively. His winces turn to flinches but he doesn’t complain one bit. In fact, his cock is harder than ever inside of me.
After impaling myself on his cock for thirty seconds, I slam down onto Troy one more time and hold my body there, his cock deep inside my pussy. I lean forward until my chest is touching his head, his face between my tits. Then I shake my upper body from side to side, smacking him in the face with my tits. After I’ve beat him up pretty good, I wrap my arms around the back of his head, smashing his face against my flesh between my tits.
I hold Troy’s head in place, smothering him for a full 15 seconds before letting go. Then I shift my chest sideways and push one of my nipples into his mouth. With his eyes turned up towards mine, Troy sucks on my nipple. Once it’s hard, I shift again, giving him my other nipple. He licks and bites down on that one, working it aggressively.
