Depraved Affairs

by Nikki Sins

  “I love it too,” Billy said. “Too much, I’m afraid,” he added, reaching down and hooking his arms under Vanna’s shoulders and pulling her to her feet.

  Once she was standing, he lifted her up and set her ass down on the table, then pushed on her shoulders, guiding her onto her back.

  “I need a little break,” he said as he spread her legs and squatted down until his face was at the same level as her pussy. “Do you mind?”

  Without waiting for an answer, he dove in, smashing her face between her legs, running his tongue up and down her pussy.

  “Not at all,” Vanna said, drawing out the words. “You can eat my pussy whenever the hell you feel like it.”

  Billy went to town, working her pussy with tons of energy, licking her snatch and sucking on her pussy lips and driving his tongue inside her and exploring around. Vanna was soaking wet, drenching his entire face with her juices.

  “Holy shit you’re good at that,” she said, her voice filled with pleasure.

  “You like that, do you?” Billy replied, coming up for air, looking up at her.

  “I fucking love it,” Vanna said. Leaning forward, she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face into her, smashing it up against her flesh, smothering him. Billy flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy while she moaned above him.

  Eventually Vanna let him go. But Billy wasn’t done yet. He started working her clit with his mouth, pressing his tongue against it with as much force as he could muster.

  Vanna let out a little yelp and bucked against him hard enough to make the table move. The expression on her face was a combination of determination and pleasure and her chest was heaving with exertion.

  Billy glanced up at her and saw how into it she was. He decided she was enjoying it so much he’d take things even further. While his tongue still worked her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and starting banging away, moving them in and out as quickly as he could, not taking it easy at all.

  “Holy fuck,” she said, drawing the word out in pleasure. She tilted her head back, losing herself, her chin pointed towards the ceiling and her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she let out a long, low, wordless groan.

  Feeling emboldened, Billy squeezed another finger inside her. It was a tight fit, forcing him to slow down for a few seconds while she adjusted. But she quickly loosened up and he went back to slamming his fingers in and out of her, forcing them in as far as he could with as much speed as possible. Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices flowing like a stream, allowing him to hammer away at her without any resistance whatsoever.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Vanna cried. “Right there, right fucking there! Oh my god you’re so fucking good at that. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

  And just like that, she let out a little screech and her pussy released another torrent of juices, drenching Billy’s face even further.

  Once her orgasm had passed, Vanna grabbed two handfuls of Billy’s hair and pulled him to his feet. “Come here. Come on, get up here,” she said.

  Billy did so willingly. Even though he thoroughly enjoyed eating her pussy, he was ready to move on to the main course.

  “Enough playing around,” Vanna said, running her tongue along his face, licking her pussy juices off his skin. “I need you inside me.”

  She grabbed ahold of his stiff cock and jerked him off while simultaneously sticking her tongue in his mouth. While they continued to make out, Vanna pulled Billy towards her, guiding his cock into her wet, waiting pussy.

  Vanna gasped slightly as Billy entered her, his cock sliding in with ease. They made out for a few more seconds before Billy broke off the kiss and started to slowly move his cock in and out of her pussy.

  The relaxed approach didn’t last long, however; both of them were way too riled up to take things slow at this point. And as wet as Vanna’s pussy was, it was impossible to anyhow.

  Billy gradually increased the speed and intensity in which his cocked slammed into Vanna until he was giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, in aggressive, hammering thrusts. The table rocked and squeaked beneath them as their bodies came together in wet smacks, their eyes locked together, both wearing expressions of pure joy.

  “Your cock feels so fucking good,” Vanna said. “Ohmygod your cock feels fucking amazing.”

  Hearing Vanna’s voice just got Billy more excited. “Keep on talking,” he said. “I want to hear your voice while I fuck you.”

  “Yeah?” Vanna asked. “You like that, huh? You like me egging you on? It turns you on, does it?”

  Billy nodded his head and hammered her even harder. He was still a little ways away from orgasm but rapidly gaining ground and he wanted to give it to her as hard and fast as possible before he was finished for good.

  “Holy shit that feels fucking great,” Vanna said, the tone of her voice getting higher-pitched with every utterance. “Yeah, come and get it. This is your pussy. You can do whatever you want to it. You own it.”

  Emboldened even further by Vanna’s words, Billy grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around her thigh and turned her to the side just a bit, altering the angle of entry and allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.

  “Goddammit!” Vanna cried out. ““That’s right, pound it, pound that fucking pussy!”

  With every word that came out of Vanna’s mouth, Billy got a little more excited, a little closer to orgasm. But still he wanted more.

  So he lifted his leg, putting one foot up on the table to gain even more leverage. Gripping Vanna’s leg more tightly, using her body for balance, he went after her with everything he had, his body sweating, his chest heaving, his breath shortening as he hammered away at her pussy, his balls slapping up against her ass with every thrust, his cock pushing up against something deep inside her before sliding most of the way out to start the process again.

  “Fuck me,” Vanna cried out. “Come on, fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me like the little slut I am! Hammer me with that fucking cock! Hammer me!”

  Billy was bone-tired from exertion, but still he didn’t slow down, pushing through all the boundaries of exhaustion to fuck Vanna like he’d never fucked another woman before, their bodies slapping together with a wet sound that echoed about the room, the table barely standing upright, Vanna’s tits flopping around madly, her eyes wild, her hair everywhere, her face a mask of pleasure.

  “Holy fuck I’m going to cum again,” she said in a breathless burst. “I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock. Keep fucking me. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

  Even though he was mere seconds away from cumming himself, Billy did as Vanna asked, continuing to defy his body and pound away at her pussy while desperately holding off on his orgasm until she’d had another one.

  Luckily for him it was only a few more seconds before Vanna’s body shuddered for the third time that evening, releasing yet another torrent of her juices from her pussy, making things even wetter than ever down there.

  But Billy was too close to slow down at this point, even for a moment. He still hammered away at Vanna’s pussy even as she recovered from her orgasm.

  Vanna was an experienced woman; she knew exactly what was happening. She could read it on Billy’s face, could intuit it from his body-language.

  “Are you ready to cum?” she asked, her tone softer now, sexy and alluring.

  Billy nodded.

  “You want to cum all over this slutty face of mine?” she asked.

  He nodded again, unable to speak even if he’d wanted to.

  “I can’t wait to taste you,” Vanna said. “Are you ready?”

  He nodded for the third time.

  Vanna slid her body back, allowing his cock to slip out of her pussy. In a flash she was on her knees on the floor, her face directly in front of his cock. She took it in her mouth and sucked on the tip while jerking the shaft with her hand.

  “Fucking give it to me,�
� Vanna said, popping his cock out of her mouth. “Come on, baby, cum all over my face.”

  She worked his cock with her hand for a couple more seconds and then Billy was there. He grunted softly and his face screwed up in a twist and then his body tensed for a moment before releasing, sending a rope of sperm shooting out of his cock and splashing against her pretty face.

  Vanna continued jerking Billy off while he came: four, five, six loads shooting out of his cock, covering her face in white, leaving ropes of sperm on her forehead, in her hair, on her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and in her mouth.

  Staring up at Billy as he shimmied and shook and tried to catch his breath, Vanna wrapped her lips around his cock one last time and sucked on the tip, drawing the lest remnants of cum from him.

  Billy stared down at her with a huge smile on his face, her cum-covered face perversely making her even sexier than ever, which was quite a feat.

  Vanna milked Billy completely dry then pulled her mouth off his cock for the last time and climbed to her feet. Billy grabbed his t-shirt from the ground and handed it to her so she could wipe her face off.

  “My God that was a monster load,” Vanna said as she cleaned her face with his shirt.

  “Tell me about it,” Billy said. “I’ve never cum like that before.”

  “That’s because you’ve never been with a girl like me before,” Vanna replied.

  “Ain’t that the truth,” he said. “But what I really want to know is if I ever will again.”

  Vanna flashed him a playful little smirk. “Be with a girl like me again? Or be with me again?”

  “As far as I can tell, there aren’t any other girls like you,” Billy said. “You’re one of a kind.”

  Vanna’s smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Keep on saying things like that and I’m pretty sure this won’t be the only time we’re doing something like this.”

  “That’s all it’s going to take?” Billy said, offering a playful grin of his own. “A few kind words?”

  “As long as you mean them,” she replied. “And, of course, you have to be able repeat this performance again. And maybe even step things up a little bit.”

  “Oh, that won’t be much of a problem,” he said, laughing. “In fact, it’s the easiest thing in the world.”

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  DESTROYING THE TRASHY TRAMP

  In general, I like some variety with my sexual encounters. Sometimes I want to be dominated, sometimes I want to be the one dominating, sometimes I want to be surprised, sometimes I’ve craving anal and so on. It changes based on my mood.

  But at the same time my tastes are very specific. When I decide on a scenario, I want it a very specific way. And this evening I’m going to play out a fantasy of mine.

  I think of it as the reluctant submissive.

  Basically, I want to dominate a young lady, make her do exactly what I want her to do, exactly how I want her to do it. But I don’t want a passive submissive, someone who just gives in completely. I want a fighter, a girl with attitude, someone who’s going to make me take from her what I want. Or at least pretend to.

  Of course, this sort of thing isn’t possible in the real world. Not unless you want to get yourself arrested. Which is exactly why I prefer escorts. All it takes is a few hundred bucks and a phone call and I can lay out the scenario in detail and get a girl that will fit my needs perfectly. This way, she knows exactly what she’s getting into. And even if she doesn’t necessarily enjoy it (although I much prefer getting the girls that do) she’s at least willing to do it and pretend like she’s enjoying it. And if she’s a good enough actress (and virtually all of them are, at least in the upper levels of the escort industry where I get my girls from) you never know the difference anyway.

  It’s the best of both worlds, really. A sexual role-play but one that doesn’t come with any of the pre or post sex awkwardness that inevitably happens when you do it with a significant other. Both parties know exactly what they’re getting into and both parties are fine with the parameters. I get to live out a fantasy of mine and she gets to make a living and we all go home happy. Or at least satisfied. And in this uncertain world of ours, how often can you say something like that?

  There’s an aggressive knock on my hotel room door and I head over and turn the handle without peeking through the eyehole. I’ve learned it’s better to get the first glimpse in the flesh, so to speak.

  I’ve barely got the door open when she saunters in like she owns the place, with nothing more than a flip of her chin in my direction. She drops a small purse on the floor near the door and turns to face me, giving me the first full look at her.

  She’s not too small of girl, about 5’6” and right around 125 pounds. Solid enough looking to take the pounding I had in mind. Long, sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, bright red lipstick on pouty, full lips. Her attitude is apparent, all the way from the slightly disdainful look on her face to the way she holds herself to the combination black leather jacket and shorts she’s wearing. Not to mention the knee-high black leather boots on her feet.

  In other words, perfect. Exactly what I was looking for.

  “So are we gonna get this party started or what?” she says, looking right at me without any hint of embarrassment.

  “You know what you’re getting into, right?”

  “Yeah, you hired me to push me around and make yourself feel like a big man. But you don’t want it to be too easy.”

  “And you’re game for that?”

  “I’m game for whatever you’ve got,” she says.

  “Are you sure?” I say. “It’s going to get a bit rough.”

  She scoffs and glares at me sideways. “From you? I doubt it. You’re a pathetic little businessman and I do this sort of thing for a living. You won’t even be able to make me uncomfortable.”

  “Is that what I look like to you?” I ask her as I undo my belt. “A middle management loser who has to hire women to get laid?”

  “Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” she says.

  I slip my belt off and fold it over and slap it on the palm of my hand while I talk. “So if I were to tell you that I own my own business and I’m worth a few million on a bad day and I hire women because I don’t like dealing with the emotions of a traditional relationship, what would you say to that?”

  “I’d probably say you were full of shit.” There’s no fear in her eyes, just faux disdain poorly masking a deep undercurrent of excitement.

  “Is that right?” I say as I loop the belt around her neck.

  “That’s right,” she says, still maintaining her look of defiance.

  I run the belt through the buckle and tighten it around her neck. Not so tight that she can’t breathe but not loosely either.

  “Then I guess I’ll just let you go on believing what you want. After all, I don’t give a fuck what you think of me.” I raise my hand holding the belt so it digs into her skin. She has to lift her chin to keep from choking. “As long as you do what you’re told.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Then I’ll punish you.”

  “What if I like to be punished?”

  “Then I guess we’ll both be having fun,” I say, raising my hand higher.

  This time, no amount of chin lifting will keep her from choking. I’m simply too tall and have too much leverage over her.

  “Are you going to do what I tell you?” I ask.

  She nods as much as her situation will allow.

  “I want to hear it.”

  “I’ll do what you tell me,” she manages to say.

  “We’ll see about that,” I say, lowering my hand, loosening the pinch of the belt and allowing her to breathe. She does so in gasping breaths.

  I reach out with my free hand and undo the zipper on her leather jacket. I have no intention of having her take it off, I just want easy access to her tits. Nevertheless, she starts to wiggle out of it.

  I smack her in the face. Not very hard, just enough to get her attention. S
he looks at me with wide eyes that appear to be a combination of startled and angry. It’s hard to know for sure if she’s acting or not, but it doesn’t really matter. She knew what she was getting into. Nothing I do from here on in should surprise her too greatly.

  “Did I tell you to take your jacket off?” I say.

  She shakes her head. Her lip is quivering slightly but her eyes are defiant.

  “Then why did you start to do it?”

  She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just thought—”

  “I’m not paying you to think,” I say. “I’m paying you to do what I tell you, nothing more. Got it?”

  She nods.

  “What?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “That’s better,” I say.

  My tone reflects disappointment but in reality I’m anything but. She’s acting exactly as I’d hoped she would. Defiant yet submissive at the same time. I’m not sure if she’s doing it on purpose or not but it’s definitely working for me. My cock is rock hard and pressing against the material of my pants.

  I reach inside her jacket and fondle one of her tits. With her jacket on I hadn’t been able to get a good look. It’s not that big that’s all right; it’s perky as hell and perfectly proportioned. Which is good enough for me.

  I grope her for a few seconds but don’t get much of an outward reaction. So I move my fingers to her nipple. I rub it between my fingertips to harden it up then give it a good hardy pinch.

  She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t make a sound.

  “Does that hurt?” I ask, my fingers still clamped on her nipple.

  “A little.”

  “Just a little?”

  She nods.

  I squeeze harder, twisting my hand while I do so.

  She gasps and glares at me.

  “What about that?” I say. “Does that hurt?”

  She nods.

  “Do you like it?” I ask.

  She nods again.

  “Do you want me to do it again?”

  She nods for the third time.

  So I do, pinching and twisting her nipple even more aggressively this time.