Vicki’s eyes flashed open and her breath came bursting out in the form of a sharp, piercing scream. Her pussy gushed juices, drenching my cock, and her body shivered and shook for a few seconds before falling still. And she let go of my throat, allowing me to breathe.
That last part was what put me over the edge. I’d been holding out for as long as possible, and when she released my throat I couldn’t help but cum, shooting my seed up into her as she sat atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy.
Smiling, Vicki slowly grinded her hips against me, eliciting every last bit of sperm from my cock before climbing up off me.
“Well,” I asked. “Did I pass your test?”
“Almost,” Vicki said, grinning evilly down at me. “There’s just one more thing I need to see if you’ll do.”
“What’s that?” I said, sitting up at the waist.
“You’ll see,” she said, walking towards me, her grin still wide. She bent down and put her hands on my shoulders, forcing me to the floor once again. Once I was lying on my back she threw one leg over me, straddling me with one foot on either side of my head, her pussy (which was still full of my cum) hovering directly above me.
“I don’t know about this,” I said, suddenly apprehensive as I saw where this was going.
“Don’t be such a wimp,” she said, staring down at me. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Says you,” I said.
“I need to see if you’re capable of getting freaky enough to please me for the long haul,” Vicki said. “So far you’ve done a great job. Better than most, if not all of the other men I’ve been with. But we haven’t done anything all that extreme. Which is fine for our first night together. But if we’re going to continue doing this sort of thing, I need to know you’re willing to get a hell of a lot freakier. And this is the first step in that direction.”
I just laid there, undecided, staring up at her pussy, which was already starting to leak my cum.
“I’d understand if you don’t want to do it,” Vicki continued. “But it’s the final test. If you want to earn a night to do whatever you want to me, you have to let me do this one last thing to you. And quickly, before it’s too late. Besides, you might even like it. Who knows?”
I took a deep breath. “Fine,” I said. “Do what you need to do.”
Her smile growing wider, Vicki turned around so she was facing away from me, her head towards my feet, then squatted down, her ass and pussy hovering right above my face. I closed my eyes just as the first drop of my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto my face. There were a couple more drops, then Vicki dropped her ass onto my face and started grinding against it.
She didn’t ride my face as aggressively as before but she didn’t take it easy on me either, digging her pussy into my nose and mouth rubbing back and forth against my face, coating me with a combination of both our juices.
“That’s a good boy,” she said while smothering me. “Take that cum on your face and in your mouth. Now stick out your tongue and get it in there. I want you to clean my pussy out.”
I did as I was told, only somewhat reluctantly. What she was doing to me was demeaning. It was filthy and perverted as hell. Not to mention disgusting. But for some reason it turned me on. I’m not exactly sure why but it did. Maybe it just opened up the possibilities for what I could do to Vicki when I had control. After what she did to me at the end of our session it would be hard to go too far with her. Or maybe deep down I just liked being forced to do things that I didn’t really want to do. But no matter what the reason, I found myself getting into it.
“There you go,” Vicki said, no longer grinding against me but just sitting on my face while I worked my tongue into her pussy. “Show me how much you want to be with me. Prove it to me.”
I lapped at her insides for what seemed like forever, my excitement growing all the while. I realized my cock was hard once again.
Vicki noticed it too. “What’s this?” she said, bending over and taking my hard cock in her hand. “You’re actually enjoying yourself? I have to admit I’m impressed.”
I was too but my mouth was too full to say anything.
“In fact, I’m going to reward your newfound enthusiasm,” she said.
Before I could wonder how she was going to do that I felt a warmth around my cock and realized she’d stuck it in her mouth.
Vicki went to town on my cock while she continued to grind on my face, working it with her hand and mouth at the same time, bouncing her head up and down on it like a jackhammer, taking it balls deep with every pump.
Maybe because it was so soon after I’d just came or maybe Vicki was just really good at sucking cock, but her mouth around my cock felt better than any blowjob I’d ever gotten before. It was sloppy and wet and aggressive and absolutely perfect.
My excitement fully ramped up once again, I went to work more vigorously on her pussy, no longer caring about what had grossed me out just moments before. I got my hands into the act too, putting them on her asscheeks and spreading them wide, giving me deeper access to her insides.
Vicki responded by deepthroating me, holding my cock deep inside her throat for a full ten seconds before letting it go to catch her breath. But she barely paused for air before going back to work on my cock, blowing me with just as much intensity as before.
She was doing such an incredible job that it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow my load once again. I’d had multiple orgasms in one session before, but never so close together. It was quite a feat that Vicki could make me cum again so soon after shooting my first load.
“Holy fuck,” I said, lifting her pussy off my face just long enough to warn her about it. “I’m gonna fucking cum again.”
If Vicki heard me she didn’t acknowledge my words. She just kept on blowing me as aggressively as before, getting both hands into it at the same time, her mouth bouncing up and down on my cock in a quick, rapid rhythm.
Figuring I’d given her fair warning, I went back to work on her pussy, licking and sucking and exploring it with my tongue while my orgasm got closer and closer.
And then I was there.
I groaned beneath her as my body froze up for a moment before releasing, sending cum shooting out of my cock for the second time in less than five minutes. The explosion was more intense than earlier but didn’t last as long. Three pumps, no more, all of which Vicki took in her mouth, not letting go of my cock until after I’d finished releasing all my sperm.
Once I was done, she climbed off me and sat down on the floor next to me. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see a reservoir of my cum inside. I sat up at the waist to get a better view of what I knew was to come.
Vicki flashed me a little smile then tilted her head back and swallowed my cum down in one gulp.
I laughed under my breath and shook my head, amazed at the filthiness of the woman sitting beside me.
“You’re one hell of a nasty girl,” I said. I meant it as a compliment and she took it that way.
“I appreciate the kind words,” she said. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”
“Why thank you,” I said with mock seriousness. “I have to admit though, I was a little surprised there at the end. I thought this night was all about you.”
“It was,” she said. “But I just figured if you were willing to eat your own cum, the least I could do is match you,” she said, smiling at me.
“Sounds fair to me,” I said. “So, I have to ask: Did I earn another night with you?”
“You most certainly did,” Vicki said. “And like we agreed on before, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I said.
“So am I,” she replied. “And if tonight was any indication, I think we may have a perverted little affair in the making.”
“Hell, this was just a warm-up session,” I said, grinning at her. “If you think I’m going to take it as easy on you as you did on me tonight then you’re in for a rude awakening.�
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“Oh, I’m expecting you to take it to another level,” Vicki said. “Whether or not you take it far enough is a whole different story.”
“I’m just worried I’m going to take it too far,” I said.
“There’s no such thing as too far,” she replied. And from the look on her face, she meant it too.
“We’ll just see about that.”
“Yes we will,” Vicki said. “Yes we will indeed.”
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SHE RUNS THE SHOW
ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME SIX
RICKIE SHEEN
I’ve never understood the reluctance to pay for an escort. The way I see it, escorts provide the best of both worlds. Not only are you pretty much guaranteed to get someone who knows how to fuck, you get someone who either enjoys doing it or are good enough at faking it that you won’t know any different. And more importantly you don’t have to deal with any of the heartache. You make a phone call, order the services and type of girl you desire, pay your money, then relax and start getting warmed up. No need for any false pretences, no need for any emotional ties, no need for any awkwardness associated with conventional male/female relationships. No worry about talking afterward. Or sharing your feelings. None of that crap applies. As for the morals of the transaction? What are morals anyway but a set of standards forced upon us by the arbitrary whims of the society. Fuck it, I say. Do what you want, what makes you feel good. Fuck everyone else. Let them live their own life. So the way I see it, give me an escort or give me death. But enough of the rambling, I’m sure you want to get to the good stuff. After all, that’s why you bought this right? For the sex. So here we go.
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I’m in Los Angeles for an overnight stay in the middle of a two-week long business trip. There are hundreds of reasons why I love L.A., not the least of which is its high-quality escorts. As the porn capitol of the world, the misnamed City of Angels has no shortage of sex workers plying their trade. You can get whatever kind of girl you want—any hair color, any attitude, any race—with nothing more than a phone call to the right person. And I know all the numbers by heart. I call one of my favorite companies and arrange for a specific type of girl to come to my door in exactly thirty minutes, then I open a bottle of $200 merlot to let it breathe and sit back and allow my excitement build.
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Exactly thirty minutes later there is a series of hard knocks on my hotel room door. I go to answer it, a glass of wine already in hand. Just before I grasp the handle there comes another series of knocks. Harder than the first one.
“Open up already,” says a husky, incredibly sexy female voice from the other side. Impatient, demanding, used to being in charge. Exactly what I ordered up. My entire body tingles with anticipation.
I open the door and she steps in and grabs the glass of wine out of my hand and pushes past me before I even have a chance to get a good look at her from the front. But the back is shaping up beautifully. Straight, jet black hair hanging down beneath her shoulders. Short black dress hugging her voluptuous curves perfectly, ending just above her knees, accentuating her round ass perfectly. Gorgeous legs, toned to perfection, not too skinny, not to muscular. Calves you just wanted to take a bite out of. The same height as me in her 2-inch heels. My dick is already rock-hard just from looking at her and all I can see is her backside. This is going to be a great night.
She drains the glass of wine and pours herself another. She glances over her shoulder for just a moment but still doesn’t turn towards me. It’s obvious she’s torturing me, making me wait, playing her game. And I’m loving every second of it.
She finishes the second glass and finally turns to face me. I can only stare, barely able to catch my breath let alone speak.
“From the look on your face I take it you like what you see,” she says, her voice slightly mocking.
I nod and take her in. Big brown eyes with a naughty edge to them, dark blue eye shadow, full nose; not big, not small, lips painted bright red. One corner of her mouth is turned up in a little smirk. She looks at me with a hint of disdain, as though she knows she’s better than me. As if I’m her little plaything. As if she’s running the show. Which she is.
And her tits, oh my god. Large but not unnatural, they hang perfectly from her frame. Practically hanging out of her black dress, they were things of beauty; if not real, than an absolutely perfect augmentation.
“Oh, you like these, do you?” she says, grabbing her tits with and pushing them together. She smacks them, makes them bounce. Then does it again. And again, laughing at my reaction. Nipples like pencil erasers poke through the material, mocking me.
And then a tit slips out of her top. Just one. I almost cream my pants. This absolutely slays me, irrationally turning me on in ways I can’t quantify. I shiver, take a deep breath, force myself to calm down.
“You’re one jumpy little fucker, aren’t you?” she says. “What is this, your first time or something?”
“It sure feels like it,” I say, hoping my self-depreciating manner will somehow bring my excitement down a notch. But no such luck. Nothing short of an ice-cold shower could have that effect on me, and the way I was feeling tonight I doubt even that would do the trick.
“Well, you’re in luck,” she says as she takes a step towards me, her eyes sizing me up with deadly seriousness, like a lion eyeing a wounded zebra. “Because I’m a pro. And by the end of the night, you’ll be one too.” Another couple of steps and now she’s within arm’s length. “And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you cum until I’m damn well good and ready for it. Got that, mister?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Mistress,” she says. “You call me mistress.”
“Yes, mistress,” I say.
She is nearly standing on top of me, her tits pressing up against my chest. We are face to face, almost exactly the same height. She eyes me up and down, inspecting me like a piece of meat.
“So, you like a woman who takes charge, do you?” she says.
I nod my head and lick my lips. I don’t trust myself to speak. As it is I can hardly breathe my adrenalin is flowing so fast.
“Then you got the right girl,” she says. “Because there’s nothing I like better than to be in control of my man. Especially a wanna-be tough guy like you. I bet you boss people around all day, don’t you? Always getting everyone to do whatever you want, whenever you want it.”
“Something like that.”
“Well not tonight, mister. Tonight you’re my toy. My little boy toy. You got that?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Damn right you do,” she says. And then she put her hands on my chest and shoves, pushing me backwards. I stumble back a few steps but she’s already on top of me, pushing me again, more gently this time, moving with me, backing me up until my butt is touching the wall.
She runs her hand up and down my chest, pressing up against me with hips, her mouth mere centimeters from mine, her eyes boring into me with deadly seriousness.
“You like that, don’t you,” she says. It’s not a question but a statement of fact. “You like me pushing you around, putting my hands wherever I want, not even asking for permission.”
I swallow and nod my head.
“What about this?” she says, dropping her hand down to my cock and grabbing it. “You like this too?”
“Yes.”
She squeezes my cock tighter, making me gasp. “Yes, what?” she asks sharply.
“Yes, mistress.”
“That’s better,” she says. And then she kneels down in front of me and starts rubbing my hard cock. It’s trapped against my pants, pushing into the material with nowhere to go but still she rubs it some more, making it harder and harder still, smiling at my discomfort. But still she rubs. I groan lightly. She giggles and rubs some more. I groan again, louder this time.
“Shut up and take it,” she says in a harsh voice. “Don’t make another fucking sound until I tell you to.”
“Yes
mistress,” I say.
She smacks my balls. I wince in pain.
“Did I tell you to speak?”
I shake my head no.
“That’s a good boy,” she says. “And just for that you’re going to get rewarded.”
She undoes my zipper, sticks her hand inside my pants. She caresses my cock, slowly playing her finger up and down the shaft. It’s still folded up against my pants, threatening to poke a hole in the material.
When she finally unfolds my cock it pops out of the open zipper like a jack-in-the-box. She places her palm under it as if weighing it.
“Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all.”
She spits on my cock and begins to stroke it. She looks up at me. “Do you want me to suck it?” she says, still stroking as she talks.
I nod.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to suck my cock.”
“Beg for it,” she says, still stroking.
“Please,” I say, the words coming out at no more than a whisper. “Suck my cock. Please, Mistress. Please suck my cock.”
She sticks her tongue out, licks the tip. I shudder. She looks up at me and smiles. Laughs. Shakes her head.
“Sorry,” she says. “It’s not going to happen. Not yet, at least. Torturing you is just too much fun.”
Then she cups my balls in her hand, drops down farther onto her knees, and scoots further under me. I lean back against the wall, slide my feet out away from it, and then my hips, creating a bridge. Giving her more room to work and myself a better angle to see what she’s doing.
She slips her hand up my scrotum and pinches it off just below my cock, creating a little pocket. She licks my sack, then suckles one of my balls, playing with it in her mouth. Then she does the same with other. She opens her mouth wider and takes them both at the same time. Bounces them off one another. Sucks on them, creating a vacuum with her mouth. Increasing the pressure.
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