No more than five seconds later an unintelligible moan of pleasure escaped from Riley’s mouth and her pussy released a torrent of juices, drenching the lower part of my face.
Once her orgasm had passed I pulled my face from her ass and took a moment to catch my breath. She reached back, grabbed ahold of my hair, lifted me to my feet and pulled me in close. With my cock pushing up against her lower back, right above her ass, she turned her head so she could see me over her shoulder.
Without saying anything, Riley grabbed ahold of my cock and slipped it into her pussy, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. She was as wet as she’d ever been, her pussy practically leaking juices, making it so slick that I couldn’t have gone slow if I’d wanted to.
With my knees bent to account for the height difference, I moved my hips against Riley, forcing my cock deep inside her pussy. I grabbed ahold of her hips and proceeded to slam into her, moving my cock in and out of her pussy in fast, aggressive pumps, her entire body moving forward every time I bottomed out.
Riley returned her palms to the wall to give her more leverage, allowing her to push back against me. Her upper body was bent at a ninety degree angle and she was facing away from me, her leg muscles tight and her back arched, showing off her spine and shoulder blades.
With one of my hands, I released her hips and gave her a slap on the ass. She let out a little yelp of pleasure and started bucking back harder against me.
“You like that, do you?” I said, taunting her just as she’d taunted me earlier.
“I love it,” she said. “Do it again.”
So I did, smacking her again, hard enough that it left a red handprint in her ass cheek. While I admired my handiwork, my eyes caught a glimpse of her asshole. It was staring right at me, beckoning. I let my hand wander towards it and started rubbing it with my thumb.
Riley responded by bucking even harder against me, as though trying to force my thumb inside her asshole.
I decided to help her out, spitting on her asshole and rubbing it in with my thumb before slipping the tip of it inside her while I continued fucking her pussy.
“Holy fuck,” she said in a gasping breath.
“Is that what you wanted?” I asked, knowing full well it was but wanting to hear her say it. “My thumb in your asshole while I fuck your pussy?”
She shook her head from side to side.
“No?” I said, unable to hide my surprise.
“No,” she said, rising up so her back was pressing against my chest. She turned her head so she could see me. She was still moving against me, but more slowly now. My thumb was still planted halfway in her asshole. “I want your cock in there. I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Of course I’m sure,” Riley said, pulling my thumb out of her ass and sucking on it, cleaning it of her ass juices. “That was the whole point of the evening.”
“That was your surprise?”
Nodding, Riley stepped forward. My cock slid out of her pussy. Smiling, she dropped to her knees and grabbed ahold it.
“I want you to take this cock—”
She paused for a moment to wrap her lips around my cock, taking it halfway down and letting it out slowly, inch by inch.
“And I want you to stick it in my tight little asshole—”
Pausing again, she slid my cock back into her mouth, taking it three-quarters of the way down this time before letting it out just as slowly as she had a moment ago.
“Until you shoot your load in my dirty little shithole.”
She took my cock in her mouth yet again, this time taking it all the way down. After it had completely disappeared in her mouth, she held it there, deepthroating me for a few seconds before letting it out at the same slow pace as the previous two times.
“What do you say to that?” she asked once my cock was clear of her mouth.
“I say turn around and get down on your hands and knees so I can give you what you want.”
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Riley replied, spinning around and dropping to her hands and knees. Her legs were spread, opening up her ass, giving me a perfect view of her insane backside. She flicked her head, sending her hair to one side, then turned her face so she could see me.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked.
I didn’t have an answer. So I fell to my knees and sidled up to her.
Looking down at her perfect little ass from this angle, I found myself staring at the perfectly round black hole of her anus, slightly opened up from the foreplay but by no means gaping. I was mesmerized, completely fixated by it, thinking about how good my luck was. Here I was getting ready to fuck an incredibly hot, impossibly filthy 21-year-old in her tight, tiny little ass. It didn’t get any better than that.
“Come on, give it to me already,” Riley said, breaking my stupor. She sounded annoyed, like she thought I’d been deliberately messing with her.
“Sorry,” I said. “I got lost there for a moment.”
Her gaze softened. Apparently she believed me. But now that she was back to playing the attitude card, she couldn’t let it go. Maintaining the façade, she said, “I don’t care what the fuck happened to you, if you don’t stick that hard cock of yours in my ass I’m going to rip it off.”
Laughing softly, I grabbed ahold of my cock, slapped it against her asscheeks a couple of times, then slid it into her asshole.
Even though it was already warmed up from the foreplay, Riley’s asshole was tight as hell, grabbing my cock in a way that her pussy didn’t. It felt just as incredible as fucking her pussy, but different. The pressure was more intense and constant up and down my entire cock as her anus squeezed it tight. And I hadn’t even started moving against her yet.
I started to push but Riley said, “Hang on a second. Let me work it for a little bit.”
So I sat still while she worked my cock with her perfect little ass.
Riley started slowly, moving back against me with deliberate care, slowly and gently while her asshole got used to my cock. It didn’t take long before it opened up, and within a minute she was bucking back against me with more intensity, taking my cock all the way down, making it disappear inside her asshole in long, smooth strokes.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned under my breath.
“You like that?” Riley said, her face still turned so she could see me. “You like it when I fuck your cock with my asshole?”
I nodded, afraid that my voice would crack if I tried to speak.
“Are you ready to take over?” she asked, her voice full of need. “Are you ready to start pummeling my ass with your cock?”
I nodded again.
“Then take over,” Riley said. “Show me what you can do.”
So I did, grabbing ahold of her hips and using them for leverage, allowing me to start moving against her at the pace and depth of my choosing.
Riley’s asshole felt so fucking good that I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long, so I started slamming into her right away, giving her my entire cock, balls deep, pounding her with such intensity that my ballsack was slapping up against the underside of her pussy at the end of every thrust.
“Is that all you got?” Riley said, catching my eyes. “Can’t you fuck me any harder?”
“Like this?” I said, hammering into her as hard as I could and holding it there, my cock planted deep in her asshole. “Is that how you want it?”
I slammed into her again, hard enough to make her yelp as my hips made contact with her ass. “Like that?”
“Harder,” she said, still staring directly at me.
I grabbed ahold of her shoulders and yanked back on them as I came forward, allowing me even deeper access to her asshole. I sped things up, sliding my cock in and out of her asshole with ever-increasing rapidity, so quickly that I could barely keep any rhythm going. Riley started grunting upon contact and her breathing rate increased dramatically as I continued hammering away at her with reckless aba
ndon.
“Is this what you want?” I asked. She was no longer looking back at me. Her head was facing forward, her spine arched, her hair spilling down her back. “Am I giving you what you want you fucking little slut?”
“More,” she said even though she was breathing so hard she could barely even talk. “Give me all you got. I can take it. Break me in fucking half. Punish me.”
Laughing under my breath, marveling at her insatiability, I climbed to my feet and pushed her shoulders down so they were lying on the floor, along with her face. This would allow me maximum leverage over her and allow me to give her what she wanted. An ass-fucking like no other.
I pummeled her asshole with everything I had, pounding away at her so hard that her body was moving forward with every thrust. My hips were moving like a jackhammer, her ass rippling every time I made contact with it.
“Holy fuck!” she screamed, totally into it now. “Just like that, just like that! Fuck my asshole. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!”
Her talking was what put me over the edge. Despite wanting to continue fucking her all night long, my body was telling me it was done.
“Goddammit,” I said, partly out of frustration at cumming already and partly out to warn Riley, to make sure she still wanted me to cum in her asshole. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”
“Cum in my ass,” she growled, her voice guttural. “Fill up my asshole with your cum.”
Well, that answered that question. I muttered, “Shit, shit, shit,” under my breath and released my seed into her asshole, continuing to pound away at her until every last bit of sperm had exited my body.
Once I’d stopped, Riley pulled forward. My cock slipped out of her ass, drooping a little bit but still pretty hard. She spun around and took my cock in her mouth, sucking it clean of her ass juices before letting it slide out.
“Well, what did you think?” she asked, looking up at me, her trademark smirk back on her face.
“I think you’re a filthy little fuckslut,” I said.
“Why thank you,” she replied. “That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You have a warped sense of humor, you know that?”
“Of course,” she said. “I’ve worked very hard on it over the years.”
“Too bad it doesn’t come out more often,” I said.
“Too bad you can’t fuck my ass longer without cumming,” she countered.
“Ouch,” I said. “That’s a low blow.”
“Sorry,” Riley said. “I was just joking.”
“No you weren’t,” I said. “And I don’t blame you for being annoyed. I didn’t last very long once I started fucking your ass.”
“Oh, you did fine,” she said. “It was our first time doing that, after all.”
“Still, that’s no excuse,” I said. “What do you say I make it up to you.”
“How?”
“Come with me into your bedroom and you’ll find out,” I said, flashing her a wry smile.
“What? You want to go twice in a row?”
“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”
Riley shrugged. “I’ve tried to get you to do it before and you always had some excuse why you couldn’t.”
“That’s true,” I said. “But you’ve never let me fuck your ass before.”
“And that changes things?”
“It sure seems like it,” I said. “After all, I’m still pretty hard, aren’t I?”
Riley looked down at my cock, which was already starting to make a comeback. “I’m seeing it but I’m not sure I’m believing it,” she said. “Did you take Viagra before coming over here or something?”
“Nope,” I said, grabbing my cock and bouncing it up and down a couple times. “This is all natural, baby.”
“All because I let you fuck my ass,” she said, shaking her head softly.
“That’s right.”
“Hell, if I would have known that’s all it took I would’ve let you fuck my ass that first night.”
“I wish you would have,” I said, climbing to my feet.
“So do I,” she replied. “So do I.”
“Well, shall we?” I asked, holding out my hand.
“We shall,” Riley replied, taking it in hers. I helped her up and led her to the bedroom. “We shall indeed.”
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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT FORCES THE ISSUE
MISTY ROSE
I learned very early in life that if you want something you have to reach out and take it. There’s no use standing around and hoping that it will magically come to you; sure, it happens occasionally but not all that often. If you aren’t the master of your own destiny you’re bound to be disappointed. And I’m not the kind of girl that is willing to accept disappointment.
This idea of taking control is even more important when it comes to sex. So many of my friends are afraid to even speak up in bed, afraid of telling their man what they want or don’t want, afraid of doing anything that might upset their precariously balanced relationship that’s bound to end up in disaster anyway.
I just don’t get it. Why take the chance of being disappointed and ultimately unsatisfied when it comes to sex, especially when it’s so damn easy to get exactly what you want every time?
I certainly don’t take that chance. I have absolutely no problem taking charge in the bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, or bathroom, or wherever that night’s fuck session is going to take place.
I live by a simple philosophy. To get what you want you have to make your preferences known. Even demand them in some cases.
Most people assume that because I’m a super-hot chick with a smoking body and a cute-as-hell face, it’s far easier to get men to do my bidding than it is for a normal girl. But that’s simply not the case. Sure, the men I go home with are generally better-than-average looking, but for the most part, at their core, all men are the same; pathetic little boys who naturally bow down to a woman who is willing to exert a little dominance. Tell them what you want and they’ll do it. Do what you want to them and they’ll accept it. Hell, most of the time they’ll enjoy it even if their ego won’t let them admit it out loud. Don’t believe me? Just try it sometime and see what happens. I guarantee you’ll enjoy the results.
And if for some reason this rubs the man you’re with the wrong way, so be it. If he isn’t sure enough of himself to relinquish control every once in a while then he’s not someone you want to be with anyway. You’ll be saving yourself a whole lot of heartache down the road by finding this out early on.
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I have a regular roster of men that I can choose from on a nightly basis, depending on my mood, but sometimes I just need someone new. Like last Saturday afternoon.
I was sitting around, going through my phone, trying to decide who to spend the evening with but nobody was standing out. So I slapped on a little makeup and a black bikini that left very little to the imagination and walked out my front door, which opened up to the boardwalk on Mission Beach in San Diego.
After scouring the beach for a little while I spotted a group of guys playing Over The Line out in front of Island Street. They were regulars, most of them in their mid-20’s like me. I’d slept with all of them and while a couple were decent lays, none was anything to write home about. But I knew I could get a couple of beers from them and a little attention, so I headed on over.
It wasn’t until I arrived that I noticed the newcomer. He was a little bit younger than the others, maybe by a couple of years, and didn’t have quite the same look. He stood just outside the circle that had formed around me and he seemed a little more guarded than the others, not nearly as boisterous, like he wasn’t real comfortable within the group. Instead of openly gawking at me like the rest of them he cast a couple of shy, almost nervous glances in my direction. But he was a looker, that was for sure; much hotter than the rest of the guys. Just a shade over six feet tall with a mop of shoulder-length blonde hair and a lean but mus
cular body paired with a sharply-lined, tan face.
“What’s with the new guy?” I asked, popping open a Coors Lite that I’d grabbed from the nearby cooler.
“Oh, that’s Nick, my little brother,” Carl said. He was the spokesman of their little group. Not too bad in the sack, better than the others but nothing special.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Carl said. “We dragged him along hoping that you’d come out and see us today.”
I tilted my head and gave him a mock-disdainful look. “What are you trying to say?”
Carl shrugged but he had a mischievous grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was up to. And I’m not going to lie, I was a little flattered. But still, I wanted to hear him say it. I couldn’t make things too easy on him, after all. That just wasn’t my style.
“Come on,” I said. “Spit it out.”
“He was hoping that you could teach me a thing or two,” Nick said from the rear of the group.
This brought a combination of shocked laughs, a couple of snickers and a even a taunt or two from the rest of the guys. Which was to be expected from this group. I wasn’t offended. It took a hell of a lot more than that to offend me.
I cast my eyes over towards Nick. I had to admit, I was surprised that he’d spoken up. And impressed too. It took a lot of balls to say something like that to a woman you had never met before, even if he had a pretty good idea of what kind of a woman I was. Especially with this much testosterone floating about.
“Is that what you were hoping for too?” I asked him, seeing how he would react if he was forced to speak directly to me instead of chiming in when I wasn’t paying attention.
He shrugged, suddenly not so talkative now that he was the center of the action. His face had turned a light shade of pink.
“Well, is it or isn’t it?” I said.
He took a deep breath and nodded.
“How do you ask?”
“Please?” he said, obviously not sure what I wanted.
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