by Evan Harder
Their faces were inches apart and they were staring at each other, eyes locked together. Ashley was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.
Still fucking her with everything she had, Brandi tightened her grasp on Ashley’s throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Ashley’s face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.
Brandi choked Ashley for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before letting go of her throat.
Ashley gulped in gasping breaths, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face in a rush. Once Ashley had regained her breath, she started bucking against Brandi harder than before, obviously turned on by the experience.
Ashley grabbed ahold of Brandi’s hair and pulled her head down until their faces were almost touching. Then Ashley craned her neck and stuck her tongue in Brandi’s mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later Ashley yanked Brandi’s head back and relaxed her hold on Brandi’s mouth. Ashley pressed her forehead against Brandi’s and stared directly into her eyes from mere centimeters away.
“Do it again,” she said, her voice pleading with need. “Please do it again.”
Smiling at Ashley, taunting her again, Brandi said, “You like that do you? You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you?”
“I love it,” Ashley said. “I fucking love it. Do it again. Please?”
So Brandi obliged, once again gripping Ashley’s hair with one hand and her throat with the other. Brandi hammered her cock into Ashley’s pussy, tightening her grip on Ashley’s throat with every thrust as Ashley slammed her body back into Brandi’s.
Just like before, Brandi took Ashley right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting Brandi with desire.
“You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?” Brandi said.
“Not a little one,” Ashley replied, grinning ferociously. “I’m a huge fucking slut.”
“Well then, Miss-huge-fucking-slut. What else do you like?”
“I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” Ashley said, moving her hand down to grab Brandi’s tit and give it a squeeze. “The nastier the better.”
“Is that right?”
Ashley bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.
Brandi decided to see if Ashley meant what she said.
Brandi reared back and smacked Ashley in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.
Ashley’s eyes lit up even further.
“Oh, you like that too, huh?” Brandi said, her smile growing bigger.
Ashley flashed an evil grin and nodded.
So Brandi smacked her again, a little harder this time. Ashley’s grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.
Brandi smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at Ashley’s rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack Ashley moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as Brandi slapped her. Ashley seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.
As usual, Ashley’s excitement served to fuel Brandi’s lust. She grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and stood up, lifting Ashley up. Brandi spun Ashley around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of Ashley’s legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for Brandi, beckoning, the perfect height for Brandi to fuck her while standing.
Brandi sidled up to Ashley and slid the dildo into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath Brandi started slamming into Ashley, long and deep and fast, Brandi’s hands around Ashley’s hips for balance.
Ashley got into it too, bouncing her ass back into Brandi’s body with every thrust, allowing Brandi to penetrate her deeper than she would have been able to on her own.
“Oh my god,” Ashley said. “That feels so fucking good.”
“You like that, do you?” Brandi said. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?”
“I love it,” Ashley said, her voice nearly cracking. “I love it your cock inside me. Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
As it had all night, Ashley’s talking fueled Brandi’s excitement ever further. She reached out and grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and yanked her head upwards while still fucking her at a frenetic pace. Brandi wrapped one hand around Ashley’s throat and held her in place while letting the other arm slip down and grab ahold of Ashley’s breast. Squeezing tight with both hands, Brandi continued fucking Ashley with everything she had, their bodies slamming up against each other, the room filling with grunts of exertion and pleasure.
After taking Ashley nearly to the point of passing out once again, Brandi released her throat, allowing her to breathe. As Ashley was gasping for breath Brandi climbed up onto the couch so her feet were alongside Ashley’s body. Squatting over Ashley with the dildo still inside Ashley’s pussy, Brandi pushed Ashley’s shoulders down so her face was pressing up against the cushions of the couch and her ass was up in the air.
Leaning forward, Brandi grabbed the back of the couch and used it for leverage as she proceeded to pound the shit out Ashley, her hips slamming up against Ashley’s ass, their bodies smacking together loudly. Brandi hammered Ashley for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy opening up further and further, allowing Brandi to explore new depths with every thrust, her perfect little pink asshole staring Brandi in the face, beckoning Brandi, begging to be played with.
But her asshole would have to wait for another time, as Ashley was already on the verge of orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said quickly under her breath. “I’m gonna cum.”
And cum Ashley did, screaming and bucking and laughing wildly as she squirted everywhere while Brandi continued pummeling away at her. Once she was done, Ashley pulled her body forward, yanking the dildo from her snatch, and fell back onto the couch.
“So what happens now?” Brandi asked, sitting down next to her.
“What do you mean?”
“Is this a one-time thing? Or something that we can do every one in a while?”
“I’d definitely like to do it again,” Ashley said. “What about you?”
“Hell yes,” Brandi said. “It was fun.”
“It sure was,” Ashley said.
“Maybe next time we can even get a man involved,” Brandi said. “Double-team some poor guy and get ourselves off at the same time.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” Ashley said. “Did you have anyone specific in mind?”
“Fuck no,” Brandi said. “All the guys I know are pieces of shit. I was hoping you knew somebody.”
“Actually, I might,” Ashley said. “We used to go out and still get together every once in a while to fuck. And I know he’s be up for banging two girls at once.”
“Then set it up,” Brandi said. “Just tell me when it will work.”
“I will,” Ashley said, leaning over to give Brandi a kiss. “But right now I need to get some sleep. Between the fucking and drinking, I’m about to hit the wall.”
“I hear you there,” Brandi said.
“Do you mind if I just crash on your couch?”
“Fuck that,” Brandi said. “I’ve got a big, comfortable bed. Come on with me and we’ll sleep together.”
“I thought we already did that,” Ashley said, grinning as she stood up.
“Yeah,” Brandi said, returning the smile and climbing to her feet. “I guess we did.”
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THE ALPHA FEMALE GETS POUNDED
I’m an alpha female, which means I pretty much get what I want. And tonight I want to get pounded by Andy.
Andy is an interesting guy. A mid-level vice president with a huge, multi-national conglomerate, he’s a submissive at heart who longs desperately to be in charge. In his mid-30’s and always on the road, he’s an easy guy to hook up with and even easier on the eyes. Six foot three, two hundred fifteen pounds of pure muscle and a rugged face. His cock isn’t huge, but as many a good little slut will tell you, size is only part of the equation—as long as it’s inside the bell curve, of course. What you do with your cock is just as important. And Andy is an animal in bed when the conditions are right.
The trick with Andy is to make him believe he is in charge even though he really isn’t. Because even though he tries to play the tough guy, deep down he’s really a decent fellow, which means he can only take something if permission is given. As much as he wants to, he can’t take things by force. It’s just not hardwired into him. So I have to tease it out of him by manipulating the situation. I have to give him exactly what he wants in order to get exactly what I want from him, which in this situation is my version of safe sex; pounded into submission without having to worry about it going too far. After all, if I don’t give him permission, he won’t do it. Which puts the ball squarely in my court, even though he doesn’t know that.
That’s why men always come back to me for more—I give them exactly what they want, even if they don’t consciously know what that is. It’s my gift.
And if there’s one thing I’ve learned above all else over the years, it’s that this deeper level of control is what truly gets me off. There’s nothing more empowering than being a five-and-a-half foot, one-hundred pound girl that dominates men a foot taller and a hundred or more pounds heavier. Not only mentally but (although it may not seem like it to the uninitiated) physically as well. I fucking love it.
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I arrive at his hotel room at just after 9PM. He’s still dressed in his business suit, save for the jacket. His tie is on but loose. He’s got a glass of what looks like Jack Daniels in his hand. From the look in his eyes he’s already had a few. Which is good for me. Makes my job that much easier. Especially with Andy.
“Nice to see you again,” he says, polite as always.
But I’m not here to talk. I’m here to fuck. So I get right down to business, dropping to my knees and unzipping his fly without so much as a word in reply.
His cock is curled up inside of his pants, pressing up against the material, creating a bulge. I reach in and slide it free.
Right now it’s hard but not completely stiff, so I go about fixing that. Gripping the base of his shaft with my hand, I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A couple of sucks and some work with my tongue to get it slippery, and then I take a little more of his cock in my mouth, then a little more, then a little more, until pretty soon I’ve taken it more than halfway down.
“Holy shit,” he says. “That’s fucking good.”
Maintaining eye contact, I suck his cock while jerking his shaft with my hand. I can feel his cock growing harder, filling up my throat, making it difficult to breathe. I hold it for a few seconds then back off, letting his cock slide out of my mouth.
I gather up all the saliva in my mouth and spit on his cock and jerk him off some more. Still looking up at him, I say, “You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?”
He nods, still a little shy. Even with the whiskey in his system, it’s taking him longer than usual to get in the mood. Time to up the ante a bit.
I slide a little further down beneath him and lick his balls while still jerking him off. “What about that?” I say. “You like it when I lick your balls?”
“Yeah.”
A little more forceful that time, which is good. Time to keep pushing. He’ll get there soon enough.
With my hand still working his cock, I take his balls in my mouth. First one, then the other, then both together. I gargle them for a bit, alternating the pressure, then pop them both out of my mouth.
“How about that? You like that too?”
“I fucking love it,” he says, his voice gathering up even more steam.
Almost there now. I let go of his cock but leave it lying across the length of my face, just to the side of my nose. I go back to working his balls, attacking them with even more fervor than before, sucking them, licking them, running my tongue along the back of them and up his taint, pretty much making it impossible for him to leave his cock alone, unattended. For if there’s one constant in the universe it’s this: no man’s cock can go unattended while someone is working on his balls. If you’re not jerking it for him, it’s just a matter of time until he starts doing it himself. And once Andy has control of his cock, it’s all over. He’ll use it however I tell him to.
A few more seconds of working his sack and then it’s done. He starts jerking himself off. Bingo. Andy is no longer a passive participant. He’s in control. Even if he doesn’t yet realize it.
“Slap me with it,” I say in between licks as I look up at him. “Slap my face with your fucking cock.”
He does as I’ve asked, of course. But much too softly.
“Harder,” I say, still working on his balls. “I can take it.”
His cock slaps up against my cheek. Harder, but still not hard enough. Time to appeal to his ego.
“Is that all you got?” I say. “I thought you were a real man.”
And that’s all it takes.
A flash of annoyance on his face and the next thing I know he’s slapping my face with his cock hard enough to sting just a bit, his right hand controlling his cock and his left hand with a handful of my hair, controlling my head.
Now this is the Andy I know and love. “That’s right, just like that,” I say. “Take control of me, Andy. Take control.” Implicitly giving him free reign to do whatever he wants.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. With a firm grip still on my hair, he spins me around, shoves me back up against the wall and sticks his cock in my mouth, halfway down, holds it there for a few seconds, then pulls it back out.
With his hands on the top of my head, holding me in place, he fucks my face, his hips moving back and forth, slamming his cock into my throat, making me gag and gurgle and gasp for breath.
“Is that what you want?” he says, his cock still working my mouth. “You want me to fuck your pretty little face with my cock?”
Looking up at him, I nod as best I can with his cock still in my mouth. My eyes are wide, my eyebrows raised, begging for more, inviting him to keep doing what he’s doing.
He takes the invitation and runs with it, shoving his cock further down into my throat, forcing me to deepthroat him, then holding it there, my nose pressing up against his belly, my tongue darting out underneath his cock to lick his balls.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles before pulling his cock out.
I gasp for breath but keep smiling and looking up at him.
He bends down until our heads are at the same level. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you,” he says.
“The dirtiest,” I say.
“Prove it,” he says.
“Tell me how.”
“Play with yourself,” he says. “Stick your fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself.”
I do as I’m told, sticking two fingers inside myself and moving them back and forth.
“Deeper,” he says. “As far as they’ll go.”
I stick my fingers deeper inside my pussy, past the second knuckle. My breathing rate increases and I bite my bottom lip to help alleviate the pressure.
“Another finger,” he says.
I oblige him, a sharp gasp coming from my mouth as I slip it in there.
“Now hold them there while I fuck your face,” Andy says.
He climbs to his feet and sticks his cock in my mouth. He again fucks my face, his hands right back on
top of my head, controlling it, keeping it in place up against the wall.
The pressure is building up inside me, a combination of my fingers deep inside my pussy and the lack of air getting to my brain from Andy fucking my face without remorse. I’m breathing heavier now, just barely able to take in enough breath, but that’s okay because I’m right at the edge of cumming.
I pull my fingers from my pussy and start rubbing my clit, faster and faster, keeping time with Andy as he slams his cock into my mouth, bringing myself closer and closer and closer to orgasm. And then I’m there, my body shaking and shimmying as I cum, Andy sensing the moment too and taking the opportunity to shove his cock deeper into my throat and hold it there right at the perfect moment, forcing me to struggle for breath, causing my orgasm to be that much more powerful.
He pulls his cock out at the perfect time, right before I start to panic. I gasp for air and smile up at him, my body still recovering. But he doesn’t let up.
He grabs ahold of my hair and lifts. “Come on. Up, on your feet.”
I scramble up, my 4-inch fuck me pumps still only bringing my head up to his chin. He turns me around so my face is against the wall and my ass is facing him. Then he drops to his knees and hikes my dress up over my hips and shoves my panties to the side. Spreading my ass with his hands, he sticks his face between my cheeks and goes to work on my pussy.
“Holy fuck that feels good,” I say, mostly because I know how much Andy likes to hear me talk. He’s one of those guys that likes his women to be vocal, constantly providing him reinforcement that he’s doing the right thing. So I oblige him, talking more than usual between my very real moans of pleasure. He’s not great at eating pussy, but it’ll do. It’s hard to fuck things up too bad when you’re down there.
He starts slapping my ass, lightly at first, as if testing the waters. Not that he has to—he’s done that sort of thing before and I’ve never objected—but that was just his nature. Always waiting for positive reinforcement before taking the next step. So I give it to him.
