Getting the hint, James immediately releases my hair. I turn back to face him again, a little smile on my lips.
“Too much for you, huh?” I say.
“Just a little,” he says.
I don’t release his balls but I do tone down the pressure, still squeezing but not as hard. I play with his balls while I continue fucking him, rubbing them together and juggling them in my palm.
“Is this better?” I say.
“Much,” he replies between deep breaths. I can tell he’s enjoying himself now.
I straddle the line between pleasure and pain so successfully that James is right at the point where he’s about ready to cum. His groans are deeper and more consistent, his breath more rapid.
But I can sense this and I’m not ready for him to finish yet. So I let go of his balls for a moment before smacking them a couple of times, causing him to flinch, but more importantly, bringing him a couple steps back from orgasm.
“Oh, did that hurt a little bit?” I say, acting all innocent.
He just glares at me, knowing that I already know the answer to that question.
Laughing softly, I lift myself off James’s cock, freeing it from my asshole, then spin around to face him, switching my feet so I’m still straddling his waist.
Standing over him, I play with my pussy, slipping three fingers inside and banging away. A few seconds later I let out a deep, shuddering moan and cum again, dripping pussy juice all over James’s stomach and chest.
I immediately bend down and lick my juices off James’s body, my tongue running over his flesh while my eyes remained locked on his.
After I’ve cleaned James off, I squat down, grab ahold his cock, and slide it back into my asshole. With my hands on his chest for balance, I drop my body onto his cock, taking it all the way down before rising back up, making his cock completely disappear inside my asshole.
“Do you like it when my asshole swallows your entire cock?” I ask, staring down at James.
He nods, his eyes wide and his breath rapid.
I bounce on his cock for a little while before straddling him proper and using my asshole to work his cock up and down and forward and back at the same time, my moans reaching a fevered pitch now.
As James steadily approaches orgasm, I start rubbing my clit with my right hand while continuing to hammer down on his cock with my ass. After working my clit for half a minute, I let out yet another animalistic moan and cum yet again, sending more of my juices squirting out of my pussy.
This time the spray is more powerful; it reaches his upper chest and neck and some even gets on his face. For some reason me squirting all over him turns James on immensely, immediately putting him over the edge. He curses under his breath a couple times, alerting me that he’s about to cum.
“Are you ready to cum?” I ask.
He nods emphatically.
I pull his cock out of my asshole and bend down in front of him. Taking the shaft of his cock in my hand and the head in my mouth, I proceed to jerk him off while sucking on the tip.
I stare at James while I blow him to completion, my eyes locked onto his.
James’s body tenses in preparation of cumming. I can tell by the look on his face that he thinks I’m going to take his load in my mouth but just as he starts to shoot his seed I pull his cock out of my mouth and aim it back at him, pointing it at his head.
Staring at him with an amused look in my eyes, I jerk James off to completion, sending his white sperm shooting up towards his face. With no real recourse, James grimaces and turns his head to the side, hoping to spare himself the brunt of the explosion.
Luckily for him, just a few splashes hit his chin. Most of his load ends up on his stomach and chest and a little bit on his neck, mixing with my juices that I deposited on him just moments ago.
Smiling at him with a demonic grin, I take James’s cock in my mouth and suck on the tip, extracting the last few drops of cum from his cock with enough force to make him squirm. Eventually I let his cock out of my mouth and release my hold on it.
As James’s chest heaves in an attempt to catch his breath, I slide off him. I climb to my feet and head into the bathroom, reappearing with a towel in my hand.
“Here,” I say, tossing him the towel. “Clean yourself up and let yourself out. I’m going to go jump in the shower.” I turn and head back into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
By the time I’m done in the shower, James is gone. He’s left a note with his name and phone number and I pick it up and stick it in a box on the counter with hundreds of such notes. Maybe I’ll give him a call when I’m in town again. Then again, maybe not.
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DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 55
Before I even knew Erica was a pornstar, she was just my incredibly sexy neighbor. A ridiculously hot girl next door who was house-sitting for her parents while they were away. This was towards the end of my senior year of high school, right before I went to college. What turned out to be the greatest couple days of my life.
After a couple of awkward episodes—including me nearly getting caught jerking off to her while she sunbathed naked in the backyard—episodes that I later learned were orchestrated by her, Erica offered me a proposition. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse: the opportunity to keep her busy while she was stuck at her parents house.
I jumped on it, literally, and for three days I spent pretty much every waking moment in her parent’s house, frolicking around with Erica.
We fucked at least three times per day every day, starting off relatively slowly at first but eventually getting pretty freaky. Nothing too ridiculous or out of control, just your basic multiple-position fuck sessions with a little bit of kinkiness thrown in, like the occasional deepthroat or a few minutes of facesitting.
It might not seem like much, but for an eighteen-year old kid who’d only had a few awkward experiences in bed it was a godsend. Not only did my time with Erica give me a newfound confidence, she taught me many things about what women liked and how to please them.
And then, just like that, it was over. Her parents came home early and after a final, formal date she went back to her life in sunny Southern California.
So ended the best three days of my life. But fortunately for me, it wasn’t the end of our relationship.
Over the next few months, up until I left for college, we saw each other occasionally, usually just for a couple hours of screwing around in a hotel room or something like that. Single sessions, nothing more. They were fun but they left me a bit hollow inside. Not because they felt like we didn’t have time to explore one another in detail, but because I always went in knowing we only had a couple of hours together, which filled me with a deep-rooted sense of longing even before I actually came into contact with her.
These sessions were freakier than the previous ones but not by much. They were more like extensions of what we’d done earlier instead of branching out in new directions. Which was fine by me. Because Erica was so incredible in the sack, even the basics were elevated to dizzying heights. But still I felt as though something was missing. I wanted to continue getting freakier and freakier, but because we never had an extended period of time together it was just too difficult to really progress. No matter how comfortable you are with someone, it takes a little bit of time to truly relax in their presence. And this is doubly true when it comes to a normal guy like me and a someone like Erica.
She’s so ridiculously hot it literally takes my breath away every time I see her in person for the first time. No matter how I rationalize our relationship it’s still impossible to view her as just a normal person. She has such a strong presence, such a thereness about her that she makes you feel inferior, even though her demeanor is exactly the opposite.
Contrary to how most people think of pornstars, Erica actually an incredibly sweet girl, without any attitude whatsoever—except when she’s playing a role in bed, of course, then she can have all kinds of attitude. But in reality, she’s
very down to earth. She always goes out of her way to make me feel comfortable, to play down her otherworldly attributes, but it’s just not possible to make herself seem like an normal girl. She’s just too gorgeous, too self-assured, too perfect; it’s impossible to think of us as equals. Add that to the fact that she’s a pornstar, known and jerked off to by millions of men across the country, and that just increases the allure.
Usually the feelings of inferiority wear off after a couple of hours, but by then our time together is over. And by the next time I see her the feelings of awe will have returned. In our case, absence not only makes the heart grow fonder, but it magnifies her standing in my eyes.
I’d like to think if we can spend even just a full day together I could get over my inferiority complex and treat her as an equal. Fortunately for me, I was about to find out.
#
Me and few close buddies had just started drinking early on a Friday afternoon when my cell phone buzzed, signifying an incoming text. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that the message was from Erica.
My excitement must have shown on my face, as the guy closest to me, a big dude named Dave, immediately knew something was going on.
“Who’s it from?” Dave asked, edging closer to me to take a look at the screen. “Holy shit, that’s from Erica, right?”
I nodded. Pretty much every other freshman (and probably most of the upper-classmen, too) at our little private university knew about my exploits with Erica. It’s not like I went around bragging about, but it was such a crazy story that once I’d let the cat out of the bag while drunk at a party one night, it spread like wildfire.
It had turned me into a bit of celebrity, and not only with the other guys. Sure, some of the girls thought it was gross but the vast majority of them didn’t seem to mind at all. And to be honest, the fact that I’d spent multiple nights with a pornstar seemed to elevate me in their eyes. Perhaps it was the idea that to have scored with a pornstar I must actually have a clue what I was doing in bed was what did it. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. But that fact of the matter was I rarely had trouble finding a girl to sleep with after a night of partying.
But still my heart was with Erica. That isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy my nights with the other girls (some more than other, of course) but none of them could ever even approach Erica, let alone displace her. After all, why settle for ground beef when you could have Filet Mignon?
Anyway, after Dave announced the author of my text to the room, everyone immediately started to gather around. It wasn’t long before I was in the center of a circle created by drunk nineteen-year college kids that couldn’t hold their liquor to save their lives.
“Are you going to open it?” someone asked.
“In front of you animals?” I replied. “Hell no.”
“Come on,” someone else cried out. “We want to see what it says.”
“Too fucking bad,” I said.
“That’s because you’re afraid it’s going to tell you to fuck off,” came the good-natured ribbing from yet another one of my friends.
“Yeah right,” I called out, pumping my voice up with false confidence to cover up the butterflies that were churning in my stomach. “She worships the ground I walk on.”
“We’ll see about that,” Dave said as he snatched my phone out of my hands and high-tailed it for the other side of the room. The crowd hustled to keep up with him.
I didn’t even bother trying to retrieve it. I knew it was no use. And to be honest, I didn’t really care if they saw what she’d sent. I was confident it wouldn’t be something bad. Erica wasn’t like that. She didn’t cop-out by sending bad news by text. She said it to your face. That’s just the way she was.
“Here we go boys,” Dave’s voice cried out. “Let’s see what our favorite pornstar sent our little douchebag of a friend.”
He pressed the button. Silence. Which was good. It meant there was nothing inflammatory in the text. Good or bad, if it was something interesting my friends would be taunting me about it. The fact that they didn’t say a thing could mean only one thing. It was a boring message.
Dave brought my phone back over and handed it to me.
“Here you go,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied. I looked at the message. It simply said: CALL ME.
So I called her, taking the phone into one of the bedrooms and locking the door before I did so, of course. No reason to let the others hear just one side of the conversation. If it was worth repeating, I would telling them all about it soon enough. And if it wasn’t, I didn’t want them to know.
“Hey Scott,” Erica after answering the phone. “What are you up to?”
“Not much,” I said. “What about you?”
“Well, actually I’m on my way to the East Coast for a couple of conventions. I’m just about to get on a plane right now.”
“Cool,” I said, not really sure where this was going.
“Anyway, my flight just happens to be coming in to your city this evening, and I just happen to have a little layover.”
“Is that right?” I said, trying to play it cool and failing miserably. “How long are you here for?”
“Just under 24 hours.”
My mind screamed: 24 hours! Fucking awesome!! But not wanting to be too presumptuous, I merely said, “That’s pretty cool. Do you have any plans?”
“Actually I do,” Erica said.
My stomach sank. But luckily she wasn’t done.
“I plan to fuck you silly the whole time I’m there,” she added.
The smile that appeared on my face didn’t quite split it in two but it sure as hell felt like it. Giddiness erupted in my system.
“What time do you get in?” I asked.
“Seven o’clock.”
“I’ll be waiting for you at the airport.”
“I can’t wait,” Erica said.
“Neither can I.”
I hung up the phone and left the room. My friends were all sitting in a circle, playing some drinking game.
“So how did it go?” Dave asked, looking up at me.
My smile told him everything he needed to know.
“That good, huh?” he said.
“Even better,” I replied.
“Is that right?”
I nodded.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” someone else said. “Spill the beans, big guy.”
“Let’s just say you guys won’t be seeing me around for a little while.”
“You’re hooking up with her?” Dave asked.
“Yep. She’s coming into town tonight.”
“When is she leaving?” someone asked.
“Tomorrow night.”
“And she wants to hang out with you?” This was from Dave, sounding incredulous.
“She does indeed.”
Dave shook his head and mock indignation. “You lucky fucking bastard.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him on that point. The way I figured it, I was the luckiest fucking bastard in the whole damn world.
#
Erica was never one to be concerned with how things looked to other people. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and didn’t care what strangers thought about it. I like to think I’m like that, but I’m really not. I still have some inhibitions, although not too many. But she has none.
So I wasn’t surprised when she started making out with me as soon as she got off the tarmac. Right there in front of everyone else getting off the plane, forcing them to go around us like a stream parting for a large boulder.
Eventually Erica broke off the kiss, grabbed my hand, and we headed towards the baggage claim. Even though she’d just gotten off the plane and wasn’t wearing very much makeup, she looked hotter than ever. Her hair was cut differently than the last time I’d seen her, with bangs covering her forehead, framing her impossibly cute face perfectly. And between her tight t-shirt and lack of a bra showing off her perfect, perky tits—not to mention he
r short skirt displaying her long, incredibly toned legs—she made me want to cream my pants just from looking at her.
“I can’t wait to get that big cock of yours inside of me,” she said while we stood next to the roundabout, waiting for her luggage to appear. She was talking in a regular voice, plenty loud enough to be heard by the people around us. “Is it hard yet?”
Laughing under my breath, slightly embarrassed but not caring all that much, I nodded.
“Really?” she said, reaching down towards my crotch. She gave my cock a hearty grab, unmindful of the onlookers. “Holy shit you weren’t kidding.”
“I told you,” I said. Then, getting up my nerve, I added, “I get hard just thinking about you. But when you’re actually in the flesh? I can’t control it.”
Erica laughed and slapped me on the butt. The sound echoed about the terminal like a gun shot. “Not bad, not bad at all,” she said. “I was expecting you to just remain quiet the whole time, like usual. But you’re stepping up your game. College has been good to you, hasn’t it?”
“It’s been all right,” I said.
Still talking loud enough to be easily heard by all, she said, “Been banging girls left and right if I had to venture a guess.”
The sixty-year old couple standing next to us gave Erica a dirty look but she didn’t even bother acknowledging them.
“Well, have you?” she asked.
“I don’t know about left and right,” I said, throwing caution to the wind. After all, what trouble could we get into, really? Last time I checked you couldn’t get thrown in jail for talking about sex in public. “But I’ve got my share of pussy over the last couple of months.”
“I’m sure you have,” she said. “I take it they all came away satisfied?”
“Thanks to you,” I said. “You taught me everything I needed to know.”
“I don’t know about that,” Erica said. “I taught you enough to please those little college girls. But you’ve still got a lot to learn in order to please a girl like me.”
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