“That was pretty damn impressive,” Gina said. “Most men would have either tapped out or came by now.”
“Well, fortunately I’m not like most men.”
“I’m beginning to see that,” she said. “And it’s a good thing too, because I’m not like most women.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I said.
“But don’t get too cocky,” Gina said. “You’re still not out of the woods yet. There’s still a few things I need to see if you can handle before you get your night to do with me what you will.”
“Fair enough,” I said.
“Are you ready to continue?”
“Whenever you are.”
Gina grabbed ahold of my wrists and leaned forward, pinning my arms to the floor above my head. Holding them in place, staring right down at me with an intense look, she slammed her body down onto mine even harder than before, holding it there for a moment before lifting herself up and pounding down on me once again.
She wasn’t moving quickly, instead, she was gathering herself before every thrust, intent on driving her body down onto mine aggressively with every pass, using gravity as her friend, as though trying to hammer me into the floor.
Once I proved I could take this particular style of pounding, she released my arms and transferred her hands to my chest, pressing down on me with her palms, giving herself more leverage as she pummeled me, impaling herself on my cock.
Gina started moving faster again, hammering away at me, her body slamming down upon mine just as forcefully as ever but twice as fast. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, her eyes boring down on me.
The pain and pleasure were combining to bring me ever closer to cumming, but I refused to allow myself to cross that line until Gina did. I couldn’t be positive that was another one of her tests, but it certainly made sense.
It got even harder for me to keep from cumming a few seconds later, however. After letting out a deep, guttural growl, Gina ran her hands up my chest and put them around my throat, choking me as she continued bouncing up and down on my cock.
Being manhandled like that always turned me on, and it took me right to the edge of orgasm. It took everything I had to keep from cumming, especially when she squeezed a little harder, not quite choking my breath completely but making it more difficult to get air into my lungs, even as she continued slamming down on me.
I was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Gina’s face, she was too. But still I had to make sure she got there before I did.
So I started lifting my hips upwards into her, trying to match her aggression with my own, hammering my cock up into her as hard as I could with every thrust.
Luckily for me, it worked. Gina closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath, holding it in while she squeezed my throat even tighter, completely cutting off my breath, then hammered herself down onto me one last time and held her body there, completely engulfing my cock, her ass pushing down on my hips as she froze up for a moment before releasing everything at the same time.
Gina’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, Gina 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,” Gina 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,” Gina 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,” Gina 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, Gina 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 Gina 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 Gina 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,” Gina 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.
Gina 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.
Gina 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 Gina 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 mom
ents 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.
Gina 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 Gina 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 Gina 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 Gina 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.
Gina 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,” Gina 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,” Gina 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,” Gina said. “Yes we will indeed.”
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DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 41
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; escorts are the only way to fuck. No pain, no hassle, no worry. You want to get laid? A couple hundred bucks and a phone call you’re good to go. An hour later of doing whatever you want, no matter how nasty or depraved it is, and they walk out the door, never to return unless you want them to. No arguments, no messy breakups, no worrying about who’s going to contact who, no wondering about when you’re going to see each other again, or whether or not your friends are going to get along with her. In short, no stress. At all. Just partying and fucking, with a different girl every time, each just as hot as the last, each tailored exactly to your specifications; looks, hair color, breast size, height, body type, attitude, nastiness. It’s all right there at your fingertips. A smorgasbord of choices. Mix and match to fit your mood, then order up and let it fly. Drive-through sex, with hot chicks who love to fuck (or are at least good enough at faking it that you can’t tell the difference) with no attachments, emotional or otherwise. What more could you ask for? Nothing, says I. But of course I am to quick to admit I’m not like most other people. The way I see it, emotions are more hassle than they’re worth. Allowing yourself to get attached to another person is just begging to get hurt. And there’s not enough time in this life for that sort of thing. Give me pleasures of the flesh instead of relationships any day of the week. Especially if I can pick my own poison. After all, some days you feel like one thing, other days something entirely different. Like today, for example. I was stuck traveling with my immediate supervisor for the last two days, forced to listen to this pompous moron telling me what to do all day even though he’s completely clueless and pathetic. Shit like that pisses me off, as I’m sure it does you. But while you are forced to go to a bar and complain to a bartender all night while throwing down jack and cokes and waiting until the wee hours hoping that some average-looking drunk chick is desperate enough to go home with you, hoping you might be able to get a little blowjob or fuck her in the missionary position for a few minutes while worrying about whether or not it’s going to burn while you piss tomorrow because this random skank had some disease, I have no such worries. I’m going to get a hotel room, call my magical number, tell the familiar voice on the other line that I want the nastiest little spinner available for a night of absolutely anything goes, no-holds barred wanton depravity and then I’m going to proceed to take out my frustrations by fucking the shit out of her every which way but Sunday for as long as I can and in whatever way I choose. Now tell me which plan sounds better to you. Yeah, that’s what I thought.
I’ve gone through three-quarters of my twelve pack of Killians in 45 minutes when there’s a knock on the door. I dust off the last of my bottle and drop it in the trash then head over to the other side of the room. I look through the peephole to size up what I have to look forward to. I have to admit my first impression is not a great one.
When I ordered up the girl I said I don’t care what she looked like, as long as she was young and nasty as hell. The young part she has down pat. She couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. But nasty? It sure doesn’t look like it. From what I can tell, she’s the girl next door, with blonde hair, big blue eyes, an open, innocent face, and very little makeup. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt, little jean shorts and sandals, she is a tiny, petite girl; not an inch over five feet and nowhere near a hundred pounds. Certainly not the hard core slut I was expecting. She looks much too cute to be an escort, let alone the nasty little spinner I’d requested.
I consider calling the number to ask for a different girl, but I know from experience that looks can be deceiving, and besides, my contact has never let me down before, so I figure I’ll give the girl the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’ll surprise me.
And surprise me she does, pretty much right from the get-go.
I open door and let her in. By the time I close the door, flip the deadbolt and turn around, she’s already on her knees and up against me, her hands working my belt with extreme urgency. Within a matter of seconds, she’s got my belt off and my pants down around my ankles. I quickly step out of my pants as she slips her shirt off, revealing small, incredibly perky tits with rock-hard nipples.
Before I can say a thing she takes my cock in her mouth and starts working it. She doesn’t even bother starting off slow, she just goes full-throttle right away, her head bouncing on my cock like a jackhammer. I’m hard within seconds. She runs her tongue up and down the shaft a
couple of times then sticks the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks on it while working my shaft with both of her hands.
“You like the way I suck your cock?” she says, smiling up at me. “The way I stroke it and suck it at the same fucking time?”
I simply nod my head.
She laughs and proceeds to work my cock for another couple of strokes while maintaining eye contact before popping it out of her mouth.
“It makes you want to shoot your fucking load, doesn’t it?” she says, still stroking it with both hands as she talks. “It makes you want to shoot that cum right down my fucking throat.”
She lets go of my cock with one hand and starts taking it deeper into her mouth, her other hand still stroking my saliva-drenched shaft as my cock goes deeper and deeper into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” she says, popping my cock out yet again. “Your cock tastes so fucking good.”
She grips the base of my shaft and slaps the outside of her cheek with my hard cock.
“You like that?” she says. “You like it when I slap myself with your cock?”
She sticks my cock back in her mouth without waiting for an answer and takes the whole thing in her mouth, my entire cock disappearing as she deep-throats me, her nose touching up against the bottom part of my stomach.
I decide to take control of the situation and reach down and grab the back of her head and push her further into me, her nose pressing hard into my stomach. She starts to gag but I hold her there for another couple of seconds before letting her go.
Her heads pops back as she releases my cock from her mouth.
With saliva dripping down her chin she looks up at me with her big brown eyes and says, “You like being in control, huh? You like calling the shots? Then come on and fuck my throat. Show me what you got.” She puts her hands behind her back and opens her mouth wide.
I grab the back of her head with my hands and pull her mouth onto my stiff cock, driving my cock down into her throat, in and out, in and out, in and out, my hands working her head back and forth in time with my thrusts. She makes a gagging sound with every thrust but makes no effort to stop me, in fact she’s looking up at me the entire time, her eyes sparkling behind her tears, begging for more.
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