Perverted Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  “Are you still enjoying yourself?” I asked, looking down at her.

  Kristina nodded. Her eyes were gleaming, full of anticipation.

  “I’m sure you are,” I said. “But not as much as I’m going to be in a minute.”

  Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she continued sucking on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

  “Do you like that?” I asked. “Do you like having my balls in your mouth?”

  Kristina said something that sounded like yes but it was hard to tell with her mouth so full.

  “Yeah, I bet you do,” I said.

  I pulled my balls out of Kristina’s mouth and replaced them with my cock, shoving it down her throat and holding it there for a couple of seconds before pulling it back out and slipping my balls back into it again.

  I did this until I’d had enough of Kristina sucking on my balls, then I stood up and turned around as though I was going to take a seat on the couch, but instead of plopping down on one of the cushions I spread my legs and dropped my ass directly onto her face.

  Squatting over her with one hand on the armrest and the other jerking myself off, I rubbed my asshole up and down Kristina’s face, riding her nose and mouth with my crack, forcing her to taste my ass.

  “Tongue out,” I said. “And keep it there.”

  She obliged.

  “Good girl,” I said, riding her tongue with my asshole, keeping enough pressure on Kristina’s face that she couldn’t squirm away but not too much that she couldn’t breathe.

  I grudgingly relinquished the hold on my cock and leaned forward so I could play with Kristina’s tits. I grabbed ahold of one and gave it a good squeeze before switching over to the other. I pinched one of her nipples and gave it a little twist, eliciting a gasp and a shimmy from her.

  Laughing softly, I pinched her other nipple, pulled on it for a moment or two, then rubbed my fingers together with the nipple still between them. It was hard as stone beneath my fingers. Kristina let out a moan and squirmed beneath me but I dropped my ass further down on her face, muffling her cries, and continued to play with her nipple.

  When I finally climbed off Kristina’s face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep, lurching gasps but although she looked like she was beat, her wide smile told a different story.

  “I still haven’t even approached your limits yet, have I?”

  Kristina shook her head. “The depths of my depravity are virtually unlimited,” she said.

  I laughed. “It sure seems like it. But I’m going to get back to mining them a bit.. I’ve got a little bit of steam left in me before I shoot my load.”

  “By all means,” Kristina said. “Let’s get back to the task at hand.”

  “Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.”

  Smiling wickedly, I roughly pulled her off the couch and onto her feet. After spinning her around so her back was to me, I undid the belt holding her arms together, freeing them up for the first time in a while.

  “Hands and knees,” I said.

  She dropped down. Her back was arched, ass sticking up in the air, shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs were pressed together, still trapped by the skirt around her thighs.

  I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her. My legs were just outside hers and my cock was lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settled my cock in between them then pressed her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.

  Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fucked the crack of her ass for a bit, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounced back and forth against her.

  After a few pumps I released her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guided it towards her pussy. Because of the skirt still trapping her legs together, it took a bit of negotiating to get the angle right but once the tip was inside her it slid in easily.

  She moaned as my cock entered her. But she quickly cut off the sound, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying getting penetrated after all the foreplay, which just turned me on even further. It was like she could read my mind.

  I started off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts, looking down at her ass, watching my cock as it moved in and out of her pussy. It was glistening with her juices; because of her trapped legs, her pussy was tighter than usual but she was so wet it didn’t matter at all.

  I gradually began to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It wasn’t long before our bodies were slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom of every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her stomach as my cock bottomed out in her pussy.

  Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like I wasn’t affecting her at all. Seeing this, I began to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I had. Her entire body moved a couple inches forward every time we came together.

  “Have I got to you yet?” I asked without slowing down one bit.

  “Not so much,” she says between thrusts. She still wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally came with a good fucking but I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramped things up even further.

  I gave her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinched but held her squeal inside. I smacked it again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slapped it again. And again. And again until it was bright red. Tears were running down her eyes but still she made no sounds, neither of delight nor pain.

  I relaxed for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I needed to recover. The little break allowed her the same opportunity.

  “Is that all you got?” she said after catching her breath. Her tone was sarcastic but the look on her face painted a different story. She was enjoying herself immensely.

  “No, I’ve got more for you.”

  “Then give it to me already,” she said. “I’m getting bored.”

  Smiling fiercely, I went back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grabbed ahold of her hair and gave it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and allowing me deeper inside her.

  Although she wasn’t enjoying the straight fucking nearly as much as the perverted shit that had come before it, I was enjoying it more. The actual act of penetration, especially after so much build up, felt way too good to last very long. Which is why I’d spent so much time on the foreplay. To make Kristina feel like she was getting something out of it. Because if I would have started fucking her earlier I wouldn’t have lasted long enough to give her what she needed.

  Which was just a long way of saying that I was pretty close to cumming already, even though I’d only been fucking her for a short time. But I still wanted to do a few more things to her before we finished up, so I climbed up off my knees and slid my feet under my legs.

  Crouching down so my cock wouldn’t slip out of her pussy, I took a couple steps forward until my legs were straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I started hammering away at her like there was no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Kristina’s body threatened to collapse every time I reached the bottom but somehow she held her position.

  I think Kristina knew I was getting closer to being done and decided to help me get there, because she suddenly broke her silence with a vengeance. Her screams of pleasure were loud and guttural, animalistic and hearty. It was like if a dam had burst in her throat and started spilling sounds.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I pummeled her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes!
YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”

  Her talking riled me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realized it was a good thing she had kept quiet when I had initially started fucking her proper, otherwise I wouldn’t have lasted nearly this long.

  I released her hair and slowed down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she didn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. I thought about backing away and pulling my cock out of her but felt too good, so I decided against it for the time being.

  But less than a minute later I realized that if I didn’t switch things up real soon, I was going to blow my load. And I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I still wanted to fuck Kristina in one more position before I was done for the night. So I reluctantly pulled back, yanking my cock out of her pussy.

  “What’s the matter?” Kristina asked, looking back at me with a nasty grin. She was still on her hands and knees, doggy-style, her ass sticking up in the air, taunting me with its perfection.

  “You know,” I said.

  “You were about to cum, weren’t you?”

  “Bingo,” I replied as I crawled toward her.

  “But you’re not quite done with me yet, right?” she said.

  “Exactly,” I said, grabbing her legs and flipping her over onto her back.

  “Ahh, I see,” Kristina said. “You want to look at me while you’re fucking me, don’t you?”

  “That’s part of it,” I said.

  “And the other?”

  “I want easy access to your face so I can blow my load all over it when I’m ready to cum.”

  “Fair enough,” Kristina said, smiling like a demon. “But make sure you get some in my mouth. I want to taste your cum.”

  “Oh, I think I can handle that,” I said as I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted them up, folding her nearly in half with her ass up off the ground.

  “Ahh, the good old missionary position,” Kristina said. “And to think, the night started off on such a good note, all extreme and shit, only to devolve into the lowest common denominator by the end.”

  “It’s a classic for a reason,” I said, not falling for her taunts. “And don’t worry, I’m planning on throwing a little twist in there for you so you don’t get bored.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Kristina said as I slid my cock into her pussy, which was just as wet as it had been all night. Despite all her talk to the contrary, she was still enjoying herself immensely, that much was obvious.

  I rose up onto my knees a bit to give myself more leverage then slid my cock into Kristina’s pussy and proceeded to pound her while holding her knees in the air with my arms, which were locked out, my palms on the floor.

  “Holy fuck,” she cried as I slammed my cock into her, our bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “I’m not gonna lie. That feels pretty fucking good.”

  “I told you before,” I said between deep breaths. “It’s a classic for a reason.”

  “I guess you were right,” Kristina said. My balls were slapping up against her backside and my hips were grinding into hers at the bottom of every push.

  “Pound me,” she says, staring right at me. Her voice was more controlled than earlier, more demanding. I could see how she would be a great dominatrix. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

  Every word she uttered in that tone increased my intensity. Pretty soon I was fucking her with the entire length of my cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

  “That’s right,” she said, her tone the same as a moment ago. “Give me that fucking cock. Break me in fucking half. Punish me, baby. Punish me.”

  I released one of her legs and shoved my fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while I fucked her.

  “There you go,” she said while her hands played with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks. “Right there. Just like that. Just like that.”

  Her tone made me dream of being dominated by her, which was driving me crazy beyond all belief. I was mere moments away from cumming now. I realized there was only thing I could do to extend my time inside her.

  With this in mind, I pulled my hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her breath and making it impossible for her to talk any more.

  “You like that?” I said. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her face red.

  Despite her professions of boredom, Kristina’s pussy was more inviting than it had been at any other time all night. It was as though something inside her had opened up and was trying to swallow me whole. I felt like I could fit my whole body inside her. And the feeling had me wound up to a point I’ve never previously been to.

  I completely let go of all my inhibitions and totally opened up on Kristina, slamming into her with an intensity I’ve never before reached, hammering my body into hers.

  Kristina’s eyes started to roll up in her sockets and I suddenly realized I’d been choking her with the same intensity as I’d been fucking her. A couple more seconds and she would be out cold.

  So I did the only thing I could do; I let go of her throat.

  Just like earlier, as soon as Kristina came back from the edge of unconsciousness, a mammoth orgasm crashed over her. This one was even bigger than the other one, a low growl coming from her mouth and her entire body shaking and quivering for a full five seconds and even suffering a couple of aftershocks before falling still. Once it had finally passed, she gasped for breath and made defeated sounds beneath me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and full of satisfaction and thanks and staring straight at me.

  “Oh my fucking god,” she said in hushed, reverential tones that clashed with the wide grin on her face. “That was fucking transcendent. Thank you.”

  As pathetic as it sounds, knowing that I’d finally gotten her off in a meaningful way was what finally pushed me over the edge into orgasm.

  Despite my desire from earlier to cum on her face, after what we’d just experienced together a few seconds ago, I just didn’t have it in me to defile her like that. So instead, I asked her if I could cum inside her.

  “You can cum wherever and however you want,” she said. And for once, she was sincere. No more mind games, no more fakery. Just Kristina. The real, true Kristina.

  And so, when it was time for my body to do its thing, I relaxed and let it, pumping my cock into Kristina’s pussy as I came, shooting my seed inside her. It was a monster load, the biggest I’d ever experienced, with so many spasms I lost count after eight.

  After I was dry as a bone, I rolled off of Kristina and laid down on the floor. We were lying side-by-side, both of our backs to the carpet and our eyes to the ceiling.

  “Well, that was interesting,” Kristina said. “Not to mention unexpected.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it,” I replied.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “It was great. Incredible, even, but I’m not real sure what happened there at the end.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “Do you think we could ever repeat it?”

  “I doubt it,” I said. “Do you?”

  “I don’t think it’s possible.”

  “Yeah, probably not.”

  “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

  “No it doesn’t,” I said.

  “For the regular fee, of course,” Kristina said.

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Are you sure that won’t bother you?” she asked. “You don’t think it’ll be weird to pay me next time we get together after what happened here tonight?”

  “Of course not,” I said. “The way I see it, what happened here tonight was only possible because I was paying you. If we were in some kind of a relationship, or even just seeing each other casually, there’s no way I would have been able to do all those things to you that I did earlier.
And what happened at the beginning of the night is what ultimately led to what happened at the end. It’s all related. You can’t have one without the other.”

  I realized Kristina was laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “I’ve just never heard anyone come up with a reason to keep paying me before. Usually they’re trying to figure out a way to stop paying me in the future.”

  “Yeah, well most people are stupid and emotional,” I said. “Whereas I’m smart and rational and even-minded.”

  “Either that or you’re insane,” Kristina said.

  “Yeah, it could be that too,” I said.

  I started to laugh. Kristina joined in. And that’s where this little filthy tale ends, with both of us lying on the floor, laughing. Together.

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  SEDUCED BY A PORNSTAR (DAY TWO)

  First of all, let me just say that today was even better than yesterday, something I hadn’t even dared to dream about. Don’t get me wrong, I was expecting another great day, but I wasn’t thinking it would be all that different than the day before. Maybe a couple different positions, a little bit more chemistry, a little bit less awkwardness on my part, but much the same tone and style and intensity. And that would have been perfectly fine with me. We could have done the exact same thing four days in a row and I would have been completely content. After all, people spend the whole lives having basically the same sex with the same person, and for the most part, they seemed satisfied with that. Certainly four days of sex with a pornstar would be incredible, even if all four days were virtually the same.

  But luckily for me Amber had other plans. She wasn’t satisfied with just teaching me the ropes; she wanted to make me an expert in bed. Or so she claimed. Whatever her reasons, I wasn’t going to argue with her. Not after what we did together. It was so far beyond what I had hoped for it was ridiculous. The greatest day ever. The kind of day every kid dreams about and every man wishes he had to look back on.