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,” Gianna 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, Gianna 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 Gianna 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 Gianna 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,” Gianna 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.
Gianna 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.
Gianna 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 Gianna 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.
Gianna 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 Gianna 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 Gianna 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 Gianna 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.
Gianna 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,” Gianna 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.”
“Oh, I’m expecting you to take it to another level,” Gianna 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,” Gianna said. “Yes we will indeed.”
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DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 35
Sometimes you just need to fuck the shit out of someone. Like after a particularly tough week at work. Or when you get dumped by your girlfriend. Or screwed over by your cable company. Or after one of the million other random, aggravating things that happen on a daily basis in this fucked up world of ours happens to you. Or maybe for no particular reason at all except that what’s you feel like.
No matter what your motivation is, the best way to protect yourself from unwanted trouble on those occasions is to pay someone money to take a pounding. Nothing gives you the freedom to do what you want like cold, hard cash.
Now, there are thousands upon thousands of places in our inter-connected world where you can find the type of woman you’re looking for. And many of those places you don’t even have to give them money to take what you’re giving. But, like most things in life, you get what you pay for. Which is why hiring a professional escort is by far the best option.
The beauty of this approach is that you always end up with exactly what you want, as long as you’re willing to pay up, of course.
Do you have a hankering for a 5-foot tall, 34 pound, 20-year old blonde spinner with a tiny ass and small tits? Or maybe a 6-foot, 158 pound Amazonian MILF with gigantic tits and a huge rear end? Or something else entirely? Either way, you’re in luck. Whatever style of woman you want i
s just a phone call away.
And not only that but whatever style of fucking you’re in the mood for is well within your grasp also. Do you feel like smacking around a cute, submissive little sweetheart? Or perhaps you’re in the mood to get dominated by a bad-ass chick with half of her head shaved and tattoos covering her body? Or maybe a nice romantic evening with a stunning model that includes dinner and drinks and a passionate night of lovemaking afterwards? No matter what, you can get exactly what you desire, as long as you’re willing to pay for it. That’s the beauty of the free market.
Thanks to escorts, I’ve done pretty much everything imaginable with all types of women over the years, and it has never gotten old. Variety is the spice of life, and with hundreds of thousands of combinations right at my fingertips, I never want for diversity.
But on this night, my mood is running a bit on the extreme side. Lately my frustrations have been plenty, and I’m in desperate need to take them out on someone. So I place a phone call to an old standby, a young woman I’ve been with a couple times before, and have never once had anything but a glorious night with. Her name is Sadie, and she is the ultimate slut.
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I rented a nice one-bedroom suite for the night, because everyone knows that hotel room sex is better than any other kind of sex, although to be honest, I’m not exactly sure why. Regardless, I was sitting on the couch, enjoying the fourth beer of a six-pack, when there was a knock on the door.
Smiling in excitement, I rose to answer it, not even bothering to check the peephole. I knew who it was. And as I opened the door, there stood Sadie, in all her glory.
The funny thing about Sadie was, if you saw her out in public, you’d have no clue how depraved she truly was. Let alone how much pure sluttiness she could exude when she wanted to.
As she stood at the door dressed in a loose sweatshirt, a pair of baggy jeans and sandals with just a hint of makeup on and her hair done in a simple ponytail, she appeared to be nothing more than a fairly normal, reasonably attractive woman in her early twenties. If you looked closely you might notice the incredibly tight body beneath the clothes or the bone structure of her face or the amazing depth of her green eyes, but unless you saw her done up and ready for action, you wouldn’t believe how incredibly slutty she could be.
But I did. And I couldn’t wait to see the transformation. So I held the door wide and let her in.
“So what’s on the table for tonight?” Sadie asked after I’d closed and locked the door behind us.
“Oh, it’s gonna be a rough one,” I replied, still smiling.
“Well, duh, I knew that,” she said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. What I meant was, how rough?”
“That depends on how much you can handle,” I said.
Sadie scoffed and gave me that look of disdain that I’d come to know and love. “Come on, Nick. You I can handle anything you can dish out.” There was no emotion in her voice, it was just a flat statement.
“Normally you can,” I said. “But tonight I’m going to take things further than I ever have before.”
“Good,” she said. “Then maybe you can actually get me to where I want to be for once.”
“I never have before?” I asked. Not that this was news to me. I knew Sadie was far more depraved than I had the capacity for, but I wanted to hear how she’d reply.
“You’ve been close,” Sadie said. “But so far I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t left me wanting for more.”
“Not even me?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said, offering me a pale smile that betrayed the fact that she was just humoring me. “I always leave satisfied after a night with you, but I certainly haven’t ever got the point where I wasn’t hoping that you’d take things further than you did.”
I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I’d done some pretty fucked-up things to her previously, and if those hadn’t even approached her limits, that was amazing. I knew she was edgy, but I didn’t realize how much she could actually take.
“Damn, girl,” I said. “You must have some serious issues inside that head of yours.”
She just smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m one fucked up little slut. In more ways than one.”
“Damn right you are. And it’s a good thing too, otherwise I wouldn’t have anyone that I could take my aggressions out on.”
“I hear you there,” Sadie said. “So how about if I go get cleaned up and a slip into something a little more interesting?”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
I stared at her amazing ass working beneath her jeans as she walked away from me and into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Then I went to the kitchen back to the couch and opened up another beer. I had done this sort of thing so many times that I didn’t have to have a buzz going to be comfortable, but it certainly didn’t hurt.
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When Sadie came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, she was completely transformed. Where before she was a relatively normal young woman, now she was the ultimate slut. Her hair was up in a simple but incredibly sexy fashion and her makeup was expertly done, from the black mascara surrounding her eyes to the bright red lipstick. Gone were the regular clothes, replaced by a revealing blouse that left very little to the imagination, a form-fitting skirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her long, shapely legs and a pair of 3-inch high, fuck-me heels.
But it was more than just her looks that had changed. Her entire demeanor, from the knowing smirk to the evil glint in her eyes to the way she held herself just screamed slut. It was breathtaking. My cock immediately started to rise.
“So what do you think?” Sadie asked.
“Wow,” I replied. “Just wow.”
“It take it you’re happy?”
“As always,” I said. “You’re amazing.”
“Yes,” she said, shooting me a playful glance. “Yes I am.”
I laughed under my breath for a moment before gathering myself. Playtime was over. I was ready to get busy.
“I know that look,” Sadie said.
“I’m sure you do,” I said, walking towards her until I was standing right in front of her, less than a foot away.
“Go right ahead,” Sadie said. “Do your worst.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.” And with that, I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.
Sadie moaned in excitement. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure. It was obvious she truly got off on being treated like this. It was no act.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said.
“I fucking love it,” she replied.
I pulled her blouse off, exposing her round, perky tits. I fondled one of them and pinched her nipple and she let out a sharp gasp. Then I gave it a hearty slap.
Sadie yelped and shivered in ecstasy.
She obviously enjoyed it, so did it again, harder this time.
Sadie let out a louder moan and her breath rate increased. Her tit was bright red but she was still enjoying herself as much as ever. So I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. Then I moved over to the other tit and gave it the same treatment.
By now my cock was pushing painfully against my pants. I was getting just as much out of this as Sadie was. But it was time to change things up.
Still gripping Sadie’s hair in my hand, I pulled up on it and her head snapped forward. She was taking deep breaths and a thin layers of sweat had broken out on her face but she was still smiling and her eyes were practically glowing with pleasure.
“How are you enjoying yourself so far?” I asked.
“You’re off to a good start,” Sadie replied, as feisty as ever. “But we’ll see where you go from here.”
“Indeed we will,” I said.
I started walking, roughly dragging Sadie along by the hair. She stumbled along behind me until we arrived at the far wall, then I spun her ar
ound and pushed her back up against it. She was standing directly in front of me when I released her hair and immediately grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, not very tightly at all.
Sadie’s smile didn’t fade one bit. If anything it grew in size. Time to try and wipe it off her face.
With my hand still around her throat, I slapped her in the cheek with an open palm. The sound echoed off the walls and filled the room.
Little red blossoms flared up on Sadie’s cheek. But she still smiled.
So I slapped her again. I squeezed her throat a little harder, then slapped her one more time.
The color started to drain from Sadie’s face as the air and blood flow became more and more restricted. Her smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating pleasure.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.
Sadie nodded her head vigorously.
Grinning, I slapped her again. Then again. And a couple more times after that. I was squeezing tighter now, almost totally cutting of the air flow to her brain.
Her lips were quivering slightly and her eyes started to flutter. A few seconds later her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes and her lips began to take on a slightly blue tint.
But it wasn’t until her head lolled slightly to the right that I let go of her throat.
The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“You’re one nasty little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, shaking my head in wonderment.
“You’re damn right I am,” Sadie said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and threatening to poke a hole in my pants.
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