by Haze, Riley
Sara immediately started working my cock, bouncing down on me with more and more intensity, my cock going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before my cock was completely disappearing inside Sara, her ass hammering down onto my body, driving me into the floor. My grunts and her groans combined to fill up the room with sounds of sex.
After riding my cock for a full minute with ever increasing aggression, Sara slammed down onto me one final time and held her body in place atop mine with my cock deep in her pussy.
Sara took a moment to recover, then dropped her knees to the floor, straddling me proper. She then reached back and put her hands on my thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her chin towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.
While Sara went back to riding my cock, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, staring down at me with an intense look. “Squeeze my tits.”
So I did, squeezing them tightly, causing her to pummel me even more aggressively. As she hammered herself down atop me, she glared down at me with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”
I did as I was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.
“That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on me with her full weight, our bodies coming together with loud, wet, slapping sounds. “Smack my fucking tits. Smack them like you mean it!”
I continued smacking away Sara’s tits while she impaled herself on my cock. I was enjoying myself immensely—too much in fact. I needed to take a little break, and fast, before it was too late.
So, after giving Sara a few more smacks for good measure, I slid out from underneath her, forcing my cock out of her pussy.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, flashing me a confused look.
“Nothing,” I said. “I just need to take a little time to recover before, you know . . .”
She smiled and nodded knowingly. “Gotcha.”
“But don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll keep you plenty busy while I recuperate.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sara said.
I stood up, then reached my hand down towards her. “May I?”
“You may,” she said, grasping my hand.
I helped Sara to her feet then picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the couch while she giggled playfully and nibbled on my ear. Once there, I dropped her atop the couch, lengthwise and on her back, so her head was lying on the pillow nestled into the crevice between the cushions and the armrest. Then I spread her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, opening her up to me.
Once she was in position, I held my hand out in front of my face, showing it to her. It was balled in a fist except for my index and middle fingers, which were sticking straight out and pressed together.
“The fingers are the great equalizer,” I said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that any woman comes away satisfied without having to worry about cumming too soon.”
“That sounds like fun to me,” Sara said, grinning from ear to ear. “And don’t be shy with them. Feel free to get them in there and get them dirty.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I will.”
And with that, I leaned forward and slid two fingers inside Sara’s pussy.
Sara took a deep breath and let it out in a rush as I began exploring around. I started slowly but it wasn’t long before I settled into a good rhythm, my fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease while she moaned and squirmed.
I gradually increased the intensity, slamming my fingers inside Sara’s pussy at a faster pace, her moans growing more animated as I finger-fucked her with more aggression. I lifted my body up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on my arm.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Sara said, her voice insistent. “Bang that fucking pussy with your fingers. Harder, baby. Give it to me harder!”
I was already giving it to Sara pretty good, but if she wanted it harder, I had no problem giving it to her. I rose up even higher, allowing me deeper access to her pussy, which I took advantage of, pummeling her with everything I had, my fingers working furiously, the tips curled up so I could rub her G-spot while I banged away at her snatch.
“There you go,” she said, her voice more intense than before and rising with every word. With one of her hands she’d began to rub at her clit like a madwoman. “Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible!”
I worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit. She continued working her clit, just as aggressively as before.
“Right there, right there!” Sara screamed. “That’s the spot, that’s the fucking spot!”
I continued pounding away, my fingers disappearing inside Sara’s pussy as she bucked against me, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her.
“Holy shit I’m going to fucking cum again!” Sara screamed. Staring directly at me, her face a mask of focused intensity, she said, “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
Even before she’d said that, there was no way I was going to stop, not seeing how hard she was getting off. Especially not with her so close to cumming.
Sara’s orgasm came shortly after. It arrived with a low-pitched, animalistic growl, her body tightening up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching my hand and arm.
After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Sara pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked her pussy juices off them, one finger at a time, before letting them go.
“You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at me. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running down her face from the exertion.
“Thanks,” I said. “It’s kind of my specialty.”
“I can tell,” Sara said. “But now I need your cock again. Are you ready to stick it back in me?”
“I can’t wait,” I said.
“Neither can I,” Sara said, quickly flipping around onto her hands and knees on the couch. Now she was in the doggy position, facing away from me so her perfect ass was pointed right at my face, staring at me, taunting and tempting me at the same time.
“Well?” Sara said, turning her head so she could look back at me. “What are you waiting for?”
My smile growing wider, I climbed up to my knees and shuffled over towards Sara until I was poised directly behind her. I stared down at her ass for a few seconds, admiring its beauty, then grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slipped it into her wet, waiting pussy. She was so wet it went in easily and immediately engulfed my cock with it’s warmth.
“Just sit tight,” Sara said, her head still turned back, looking at me. “Let me do the work for now.”
“My pleasure,” I said, holding my body still while Sara moved her ass back against me. She started slowly but quickly gained speed until she was hammering her ass back into me with serious intensity, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.
“Do you like that?” she asked, still looking back at me. “Do you like it when I do all the work? When I slam my ass back into you?”
“I love it,” I said.
“So do I, baby,” she said. “So do I.”
Sara shifted her upper body so she was facing directly forward, her tight body perpendicular to mine, maximizing her leverage and allowing her to slam her body back into me even harder, her ass pounding against with my hips with serious aggression, hard enough that the sounds of our flesh filled the room like a gunshot every time we came together.
“Holy shit,” Sara cried. “Holy fucking shit! That feels so good. So fucking good!”
A few seconds later, her body tensed up again, and shortly after that, released in a spasm of movement as another orgasm rocked her. B
ut it didn’t even slow her down one bit.
“It’s your turn now, baby,” Sara said after her orgasm had passed. “Take control. Show me what you can do. Give it to me like you mean it.”
So I did, grabbing Sara by the hips and slamming my cock deep inside her pussy, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, my balls smacking up against the underside of her snatch with every pump.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Sara said. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”
Her spine was arched, showing off her back muscles and shoulder blades and her head was high, her chin tilted towards the ceiling. I keyed in on her long, blonde hair, suddenly feeling the urge to grab onto it. So I did, giving it a yank, which set Sara off again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunting screams. “That’s right, pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair while you fuck me with your big, hard cock!”
The combination of Sara’s talking, her overwhelming excitement, and the pure physical sensation of fucking her doggy-style were rapidly pushing me towards orgasm.
Somehow Sara could sense it too. “Are you ready to cum?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah,” I replied.
“Then cum all over my back,” she said. “Can you do that?”
“Yeah,” I said, hammering away at her harder than ever.
“I want to feel your cum all over my flesh,” Sara said. “Cum for me, Tim. Cum for me right now.”
As with the rest of the night, I couldn’t refuse Sara. I slammed my cock into her one final time and held it there for a moment, deep inside her pussy, until I was mere milliseconds away from cumming, then yanked it out and jerked myself off, spraying my sperm all over her back.
“Holy fucking shit,” I groaned as my cock shot stream after stream of white cum onto Sara’s back and ass, sending some of it rocketing out so far that it got in her hair.
“Goddamn that was a huge fucking load,” Sara said, laughing softly, once my orgasm had finally passed.
“Tell me about it,” I said.
“I feel like someone dumped a bucket of it on my back,” she added, laughing some more.
“Yeah, that was pretty insane,” I said, flopping down onto the couch next to her. “I’m spent.”
“As well you should be,” Sara replied, still on her hands and knees, looking at me with a wide smile. “That was one hell of a session.”
“You can say that again,” I said.
“Especially for our first time together,” she added.
“We did have some pretty good chemistry,” I said.
“More than pretty good,” Sara said, climbing to her feet, careful not to let her back touch the couch, lest any of my cum get on it. “It was great.”
She held out her hand and I took it and she pulled me to my feet.
“Now let’s go get cleaned up and head back to the party. I don’t want our friends to worry about what happened to us.”
“Fuck them,” I said. “I think after we get cleaned up we should have a few drinks here and dirty ourselves up again.”
“Another round? Tonight?”
“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”
“Can you get it up again?”
“Hell yeah,” I said. “Just give me half an hour and I’ll be ready to go.”
Sara eyed me with a sly gaze. “I like the way you think, mister.”
“And I like the way you look,” I said. “Among other things.”
She laughed and leaned over and locked her lips to mine. After making out for a little bit, she broke off our embrace but didn’t go far, keeping her face right in front of mine, our foreheads touching.
“I know I said it earlier, but I have to repeat it,” Sara said. “Where have you been my whole life?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Because I’m here now.”
“As am I,” she said. “As am I. And that’s all that matters.”
“Exactly,” I replied. “That’s the only thing that matters.”
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POUNDING THE NAUGHTY SLUT’S ASS
Mark was pacing around the hotel room, anxiously awaiting Megan’s arrival, feeling a high-school kid getting ready for his first date. Only he was a 35-year old man, not a teenager, and he wasn’t picking up his girlfriend for dinner and a movie, he was waiting for an escort to arrive at his hotel room so they could partake in an hour-long session of perverted, deviant sex.
To say that he wasn’t planning on this turn of events would be an insult to understatements. When he first called Megan a few months back, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to take out the frustrations caused by his greedy ex-wife and her blood-sucking lawyers on another girl without having to worry about the consequences. And for the first session, that’s all Megan was. A stand-in for his wife, someone he could degrade and punish in effigy. And punish her he did, doing things to her he’d never done to anyone before.
But he had so much fun that first session that he just had to call her for another one. And another after that. And then another. Until it had become a regular thing.
And as the sessions continued, they began to take on a different tone. Mark started seeing Megan as a person instead of just a stand-in for his ex. Not someone he wanted a relationship with (at least, not a traditional one) but someone that he enjoyed seeing.
They still had nasty, dirty, rough, aggressive, deviant sex, but it was no longer rooted in hate. It was rooted in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. For both of them. (All right, so maybe she was just faking her enjoyment—after all, she was getting paid—but Mark didn’t think so. He was convinced that she truly did enjoy fucking. Not just him, of course, but anyone. Megan just flat out loved to fuck.)
Mark came to think of his time with Megan as an opportunity to experiment with all the sexual fantasies he’d held inside over the years. Something about the non-emotionality involved with paying an escort allowed him to get past the weird discomfort that had always dogged him when it came to getting freaky in the bedroom, and this, combined with Megan’s willingness to do literally anything, had freed him up to explore every single dirty, nasty, perverted thought that had ever entered his head. (And even a couple that, until Megan brought them up, hadn’t.)
So, in a way, he had reverted back to his high-school days, when everything seemed new and different and special. That he’d feel that way with someone he paid money to fuck was ironic, to say the least, but he figured it was better than nothing.
A whole lot better.
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There’s a knock on the door. Mark forces himself to take a deep breath, then heads over and opens it.
Megan is standing there, looking as sexy as ever, with her thin, athletic, lithe body and cute, girlish face. She’s wearing a tiny bright orange dress that barely covers her ass, making her already long legs seem like they go on forever. She’s smiling, as always. And it’s genuine, as always.
She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks past him, dropping her purse down on the end table, near the couch. When she turns back he’s already right on top of her.
He wraps his arm around her, hands on her ass, and starts kissing her. They make out for a few seconds before she pulls back, eyeing him curiously.
“My, we’re rearing to go tonight, aren’t we?” she says playfully, pushing her body up against his rock-hard cock.
“What can I say? I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment you walked out the door last time.”
“I have too,” Megan says.
He laughs. “You liar.”
She gives him a look like she’s trying to get out of getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“You know what happens to liars,” Mark says, flashing her an evil grin.
“Of course I know,” she replies. “They get punished.”
“No,” he says. “They get severely punished.”
“Ooooh, even better,” she says. “What ki
nd of punishment is in store for tonight?”
“You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”
“I can’t wait.”
Mark pulls the top of Megan’s dress down, revealing her perfect, perky little tits. He attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and sucks on it until it’s nice and hard.
“This doesn’t seem like a punishment to me,” she says. “It seems more like a reward.”
“I’m starting off slow,” he says, pulling his mouth off her nipple with a pop. It’s grown to the size of a pencil eraser. “I’m lulling you into a sense of relaxation by pleasuring you. The punishment will come later.”
He switches over to her other nipple and gives it the same treatment.
Megan moans in enjoyment and runs her hand down his stomach and starts rubbing his cock through his pants.
Mark returns the favor, running his hand down her body and hiking her dress up over her hips, revealing her black g-string panties. He rubs her pussy while still working her tits with his mouth. It isn’t long before she’s soaking through the cotton.
She grabs his head and lifts it towards her own then sticks her tongue down his throat and starts exploring his mouth.
He continues working her pussy while they make out, sliding her g-string to the side to give him direct access. He slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging her.
Megan moans more loudly and kisses him more aggressively, her hands now moving down to his belt, which she quickly undoes. His pants fall to the ground. She follows, dropping to her knees.
She goes to work on his cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, caressing his balls, then sucking on them for a bit, her eyes locked on his, looking up at him the entire time.
“You have such a beautiful cock,” Megan says in one of the rare times when her mouth isn’t full. “I love touching it and licking it and sucking it.”
