As much as he loves fucking Roxy, Eric just can’t resist the allure of Jasmine’s mouth. So he pulls his cock out of Roxy’s pussy and slips it in between Jasmine’s lips. She sucks on it for a few seconds, cleaning it of Roxy’s pussy juices before gathering up a bunch of saliva and spitting it on his cock. After working the saliva in, Jasmine grabs ahold of Eric’s cock and slips it back into Roxy’s pussy.
Thanks to Jasmine’s saliva acting as a lube, Eric’s cock slides in more easily this time, nearly disappearing inside Roxy’s pussy right from the get-go. It isn’t long before he’s slamming his cock all the way into Roxy, giving it to her balls-deep every time, her ass backing into him at the tail end of every thrust.
“Goddammit that feels so fucking good,” Roxy says as Eric continues pumping her pussy. She drops her face to the bed and reaches back with one hand and grabs her asscheek and pulls on it, opening herself up to Eric even further. “Give it to me, Eric. Give that fat cock of yours. Harder, baby. Harder! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked!”
Eric does what he can, rising up a bit to give himself more leverage, then using that leverage to hammer his cock as far into Roxy’s pussy as it will go, slamming his hips up against her ass, making it jiggle with every pump.
“Yeah, baby, yeah!” Roxy cries, turning her head to look back at him. “Just like that. Just like that! Keep fucking me! You’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna make me fucking cum!”
Even though he’s running out of steam and desperately needs a break, Eric continues fucking Roxy with reckless abandon, giving her what she wants, knowing that the harder he fucks her the sooner she’ll cum, and the sooner she cums the sooner he can catch his breath.
With this in mind, Eric reaches out and grabs a handful of Roxy’s hair and yanks back on it, forcing her to arch her back to relieve the pressure.
Roxy lets out a yelp of pleasure and Eric knows he has her. She loves getting her hair pulled; it always puts her over the edge.
And it does so a few seconds later, as Roxy utters a deep, guttural growl and then a high-pitched scream as her body shimmies and shakes as an orgasm passes through her.
“Holy fuck!” Roxy cries as it winds down. “That was so fucking intense!” She slides her body forward, pulling Eric’s cock out of her pussy in the process.
Eric relaxes, thinking he’s going to have a little while to recover a bit, but he’s mistaken. Almost as soon as his cock is free from Roxy’s pussy, Jasmine is taking her place, dropping to her knees, turning around and backing her ass up to him.
Before Eric can say a thing, Roxy spins around, grabs his cock and slips it into Jasmine’s pussy.
Both Eric and Jasmine groan as he enters her. She doesn’t have as tight a pussy as Roxy but it’s pretty close; again his cock barely fits.
But Jasmine doesn’t seem to notice. She doesn’t even bother taking things slow at all, bouncing her ass back against him right away, forcing his cock balls-deep inside her.
“Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath as Jasmine hammers her ass back into him.
“You like that, do you?” Roxy says, climbing down from the couch.
Eric nods. “A little too much,” he says.
“Are you close to cumming?” Roxy says, smiling like a demon.
“Pretty close,” Eric says.
“Then I’d better help Jasmine get there before you do,” she says, her smile growing wider.
Roxy drops to her knees and positions herself beneath them with her body facing Eric and her face turned up towards the ceiling, placing it directly under Jasmine’s pussy.
Shortly after Roxy’s mouth attaches to Jasmine’s pussy, Eric takes more control, grabbing Jasmine’s hips and slamming his body into hers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jasmine cries. “Right there, right fucking there!”
Eric can tell that she’s getting closer to an orgasm, but he is too, and he wants to make sure she gets there first. So he decides to take a chance, hoping that it gets her over the edge quickly, before it’s too late.
Still pummeling away at her with everything he has, Eric pulls one of his hands off of Jasmine’s hips. He sticks his thumb into his mouth to get it lubed up, then runs it down the crack of her ass and slips it into her asshole.
“Holyfuckingshit,” Jasmine groans. She shakes her head from side to side and lets out a guttural growl. The pre-orgasm has begun.
Eric smiles in relief. He’s found the spot to get her over the edge, and just in time, too. He doesn’t have more than fifteen seconds left in him.
Jasmine arches her back and slams her ass back against him. She holds her body there for few seconds, his cock deep inside her pussy and his thumb disappearing in her asshole. Then her body tenses up even further before releasing. She screams wordlessly as the orgasm washes over her.
A few seconds after she’s done, Eric lets out a moan of his own. “Goddammit,” he says, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
Jasmine quickly pulls her body forward and spins around, joining Roxy on the floor. By the time she gets there, Roxy is already jerking Eric off, her hand working his cock feverishly.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” Eric says breathlessly as his orgasm arrives. Roxy continues jerking him off with reckless abandon as he starts to cum, his sperm shooting out of his cock in rivulets.
Still Roxy doesn’t slow down, sending his seed spraying everywhere, all over her and Jasmine’s face, their chest, their hair, the floor, and the bed as the girls giggle in excitement.
Eight streams of sperm later, Eric’s cock is finally dry. Both of the girl’s faces are covered in his cum. Roxy slips the tip of his cock into her mouth and gives it a little suck, then pops it out and passes it on to Jasmine, who gives it the same treatment.
Shivering due to the oversensitivity that comes immediately after an orgasm, Eric pulls his cock away. The girls laugh some more.
“Well, that wasn’t half bad,” Roxy says.
“Nope, not bad at all,” Jasmine replies. “Of course, based on what you’ve told me before, I was hoping for a little longer session.”
“Sorry about that,” Eric says, blushing. “Normally I don’t cum nearly that quickly.”
“That’s okay,” Roxy says. “I figured you’d be too excited to last that long.”
“Which is why I planned on staying the night,” Jasmine says. “To give you a couple more shots at it.”
Eric looks at Roxy. “Really?”
Smiling, Roxy nods.
“Wow,” Eric says, shaking his head. “I’m one hell of a lucky dude.”
“And we’re a couple of lucky girls,” Roxy says, as she and Jasmine climb to their feet. “Now let’s go get cleaned up and have a few drinks and get ready for round two.”
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A NASTY LITTLE SPINNER
CONFESSIONS OF AN ESCORT ADDICT: VOLUME FIVE
JT HOLLAND
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; escorts are the only way to fuck. No pain, no hassle, no worry. You want to get laid? A couple hundred bucks and a phone call you’re good to go. An hour later of doing whatever you want, no matter how nasty or depraved it is, and they walk out the door, never to return unless you want them to. No arguments, no messy breakups, no worrying about who’s going to contact who, no wondering about when you’re going to see each other again, or whether or not your friends are going to get along with her. In short, no stress. At all. Just partying and fucking, with a different girl every time, each just as hot as the last, each tailored exactly to your specifications; looks, hair color, breast size, height, body type, attitude, nastiness. It’s all right there at your fingertips. A smorgasbord of choices. Mix and match to fit your mood, then order up and let it fly. Drive-through sex, with hot chicks who love to fuck (or are at least good enough at faking it that you can’t tell the difference) with no attachments, emotional or otherwise. What more could you ask for? Nothing, says I. But of course I am to quick to admit I’m not like most other people. The way I see it, emotions are more ha
ssle than they’re worth. Allowing yourself to get attached to another person is just begging to get hurt. And there’s not enough time in this life for that sort of thing. Give me pleasures of the flesh instead of relationships any day of the week. Especially if I can pick my own poison. After all, some days you feel like one thing, other days something entirely different. Like today, for example. I was stuck traveling with my immediate supervisor for the last two days, forced to listen to this pompous moron telling me what to do all day even though he’s completely clueless and pathetic. Shit like that pisses me off, as I’m sure it does you. But while you are forced to go to a bar and complain to a bartender all night while throwing down jack and cokes and waiting until the wee hours hoping that some average-looking drunk chick is desperate enough to go home with you, hoping you might be able to get a little blowjob or fuck her in the missionary position for a few minutes while worrying about whether or not it’s going to burn while you piss tomorrow because this random skank had some disease, I have no such worries. I’m going to get a hotel room, call my magical number, tell the familiar voice on the other line that I want the nastiest little spinner available for a night of absolutely anything goes, no-holds barred wanton depravity and then I’m going to proceed to take out my frustrations by fucking the shit out of her every which way but Sunday for as long as I can and in whatever way I choose. Now tell me which plan sounds better to you. Yeah, that’s what I thought.
I’ve gone through three-quarters of my twelve pack of Killians in 45 minutes when there’s a knock on the door. I dust off the last of my bottle and drop it in the trash then head over to the other side of the room. I look through the peephole to size up what I have to look forward to. I have to admit my first impression is not a great one.
When I ordered up the girl I said I don’t care what she looked like, as long as she was young and nasty as hell. The young part she has down pat. She couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. But nasty? It sure doesn’t look like it. From what I can tell, she’s the girl next door, with blonde hair, big blue eyes, an open, innocent face, and very little makeup. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt, little jean shorts and sandals, she is a tiny, petite girl; not an inch over five feet and nowhere near a hundred pounds. Certainly not the hard core slut I was expecting. She looks much too cute to be an escort, let alone the nasty little spinner I’d requested.
I consider calling the number to ask for a different girl, but I know from experience that looks can be deceiving, and besides, my contact has never let me down before, so I figure I’ll give the girl the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’ll surprise me.
And surprise me she does, pretty much right from the get-go.
I open door and let her in. By the time I close the door, flip the deadbolt and turn around, she’s already on her knees and up against me, her hands working my belt with extreme urgency. Within a matter of seconds, she’s got my belt off and my pants down around my ankles. I quickly step out of my pants as she slips her shirt off, revealing small, incredibly perky tits with rock-hard nipples.
Before I can say a thing she takes my cock in her mouth and starts working it. She doesn’t even bother starting off slow, she just goes full-throttle right away, her head bouncing on my cock like a jackhammer. I’m hard within seconds. She runs her tongue up and down the shaft a couple of times then sticks the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks on it while working my shaft with both of her hands.
“You like the way I suck your cock?” she says, smiling up at me. “The way I stroke it and suck it at the same fucking time?”
I simply nod my head.
She laughs and proceeds to work my cock for another couple of strokes while maintaining eye contact before popping it out of her mouth.
“It makes you want to shoot your fucking load, doesn’t it?” she says, still stroking it with both hands as she talks. “It makes you want to shoot that cum right down my fucking throat.”
She lets go of my cock with one hand and starts taking it deeper into her mouth, her other hand still stroking my saliva-drenched shaft as my cock goes deeper and deeper into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” she says, popping my cock out yet again. “Your cock tastes so fucking good.”
She grips the base of my shaft and slaps the outside of her cheek with my hard cock.
“You like that?” she says. “You like it when I slap myself with your cock?”
She sticks my cock back in her mouth without waiting for an answer and takes the whole thing in her mouth, my entire cock disappearing as she deep-throats me, her nose touching up against the bottom part of my stomach.
I decide to take control of the situation and reach down and grab the back of her head and push her further into me, her nose pressing hard into my stomach. She starts to gag but I hold her there for another couple of seconds before letting her go.
Her heads pops back as she releases my cock from her mouth.
With saliva dripping down her chin she looks up at me with her big brown eyes and says, “You like being in control, huh? You like calling the shots? Then come on and fuck my throat. Show me what you got.” She puts her hands behind her back and opens her mouth wide.
I grab the back of her head with my hands and pull her mouth onto my stiff cock, driving my cock down into her throat, in and out, in and out, in and out, my hands working her head back and forth in time with my thrusts. She makes a gagging sound with every thrust but makes no effort to stop me, in fact she’s looking up at me the entire time, her eyes sparkling behind her tears, begging for more.
I pump her throat one last time and hold it, pushing on the back of her head with everything I’ve got. She coughs once, gags, then coughs again but still I hold her head in place, forcing her to take it for as long as she can. It’s not until her whole body starts to shimmy that I finally release her. She takes a deep, gasping breath then spits a huge wad of saliva onto my cock and starts stroking it harder and faster than ever before.
“Is that nasty enough for you?” she says, still looking up at me. “Because I can do this all night.”
I grab a fistful of her hair and half-drag, half-pull her over towards the couch. She stumbles along on her knees, and is just able to gain her balance right before I pick her up and drop her on the couch.
She slides out of her shorts in no time flat.
“Now grab your ankles,” I tell her.
“Like this?” she says as she grabs ahold of them. “Is that how you like me? All spread out and waiting for your hard cock?”
“Wider,” I say. “Straighten your legs.”
Again, she does as she’s told, her firm leg muscles taut as she holds them out as wide as they’ll go, spreading her tiny little pussy, making it gape.
I drop to my knees and grab ahold of the inside of her thighs and bury my head in her shaved snatch, licking her pussy lips, tonguing her clit, lapping at her twat. She is quivering beneath me, her moans growing louder and louder, legs still straight out to the side but threatening to collapse. And then they do. She releases her ankles and grabs the back of my head. She drapes her legs over my shoulders and pulls my head deeper into her pussy.
“That’s right,” she says. “Lick my fucking pussy. Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue.”
I glance up and see her head turned to the side, buried in the couch’s pillow. One hand is still on the back of my head but the other is working one of her tits, squeezing it, slapping it, then pinching and rubbing the nipple until she shivers again in pleasure.
I stick two fingers into her pussy and finger fuck her while my tongue works on her clit.
“Give it to me,” she says, her moans growing ever more intense. “Treat me like a fucking whore.”
I squeeze another finger into her pussy and start working my hand faster, slamming it into her. The sounds coming out of her mouth are more guttural now. Her face is red from exertion, her eyes wild, her body glistening with sweat.
“Gimme one more,” she says. “I want
all your fingers inside me.”
So I maneuver my fourth finger into her pussy, filling it up completely. There’s not much room for movement but she lifts her hips up a hair to give me more leverage and I take advantage, rising up a bit and thrusting my fingers up into her as far as they’ll go, stretching her pussy. I’m watching her face as my fingers push up against all the walls of her vagina. Her eyes are closed and she’s in the throes of ecstasy as she reaches down and starts rubbing her clit, which gets her off even more. Her other hand starts beating on the couch as her breath comes faster and faster.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams, her voice rising in intensity with every word. A couple of high-pitched, wordless screams and then her body tenses up, freezes for a moment, then comes crashing down in a shimmying little dance, her legs quivering and her body shaking as she takes air in deep gulping breaths.
“You like that?” I ask, my mouth turned up in a little smile. I love the feeling of getting someone else off, of being in control, of doing whatever you want to them, owning them, making them experience exactly what you want.
“Fuck yeah,” she says, “But now I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that big fucking cock inside me.”
“If you insist,” I say.
I climb to my feet and bend down and slide my hips towards her while pulling her towards me, keeping my hands on her thighs so her legs stay open. I drop my cock on top of her stomach and start dry-fucking her, my balls slapping up against her pussy, messing with her some more.
Groaning, she reaches down and grabs my cock. I slide my hips back just a hair and allow her to guide my cock to her pussy. She rubs the tips of my cock against her clit for a moment, then up and down her snatch a couple times before sticking it in her pussy proper. Even after the hardcore finger fucking I gave it, her pussy is super-tight, forcing me to stick my cock in slowly, inch by inch as she gasps. Once it’s halfway in, I start working it, slowly at first, but gaining speed with every thrust.
“That’s right,” she says. “Fuck me with that big fat cock.”
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