Perverted Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  I turn around and back up until I’m sitting on her face. I drop my balls into her mouth. She suckles them, first one at a time, then both at the same time. She reaches around with her hand and strokes my cock. Then she lifts up my sack and licks my taint.

  I shudder and make decide to make myself busy, lest I finish up before I’ve had a chance to fuck her proper. So I slip my hand down her body until I’m fingering her snatch. It’s soaking wet, practically dripping. Her thighs are still close together, held there by the jeans which are still only halfway down her legs. But there’s enough of an opening for me to get my hand in there. I start off with one finger, stroking it up and down her pussy lips, rubbing the outside, getting her juices flowing even further. I add another finger and stick them inside her, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then picking up steam.

  She’s starting to moan in time with my finger thrusts and her sucking of my testicles becomes more intense. I stick another finger inside her, making it three, and push them in as far as they will go, in and out, in and out, in and out, faster, faster, faster still. She’s shuddering against my fingers, moving against them as I push them in, getting every single last centimeter out of them.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she says as I continue to finger-fuck her. Her legs strain against the confines of her jeans but they can’t go anywhere. She arches her back increasing the pressure against the top part of her vagina.

  “You’re gonna make me cum,” she growls in a guttural voice. “Oh god keep doing that, keep fucking me, yes, yes yes!”

  I can feel her reaching orgasm so I curl the tips of my fingers and keep them inserted firmly inside her, moving them up and down slightly, just enough to rub against her rough, pebbly G-spot, eliciting another series of deep shuddering moans that nearly turn to sobs as she climaxes. She hooks her arms around my legs as the moans reach a fevered intensity. Then she shudders deeply, once, twice, three times before relaxing and catching her breath.

  “Wow,” she says. “Just, wow.”

  “You like that?”

  “You’d better believe it.”

  I slip my fingers out of her. “Now it’s my turn.”

  I pick her up, carry her to the couch, and drop her on top of it. She lands on her side, giggling with delight. I grab her ankles, pull her towards me. I’m still standing at the edge of the couch, towering over her. I pull her shorts off and toss them aside. Then I drop to my knees and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Her pussy is gaping, dripping wet, beckoning.

  “You want my cock, don’t you?” I ask.

  She looks up at me and nods, biting on her upper lip.

  “Say it.”

  “I want your cock.”

  “Again,” I say.

  “Give me your cock,” she says. “Fuck me with your big hard cock.”

  I do as she asks, sliding my dick inside her, about halfway at first, taking it slow,. In and out I move, picking up steam as I go along, getting into a rhythm. She’s moaning, crying out in time with my thrusts as I go deeper and deeper, pounding her, in-out, in-out, in-out, her tight, tiny little pussy stretching, and she’s screaming “Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!” and I oblige, grabbing her legs just under her knees and pushing her legs back towards her head, holding her legs down, folding her in half.

  I fuck her harder, slamming into her, going deeper, and deeper and deeper still until she’s screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and then I give one final thrust and just hold it there, all the way inside her, balls deep, and she’s shuddering and pressing up against me, grinding on my pelvis, squeezing my cock with her insides, making guttural, animal sounds, her eyes closed, her face screwed up with exertion, tightening, tightening, tightening, then releasing me with a rush of breath.

  “I want to taste my pussy,” she says. “Come on baby, let me taste it.”

  I slide back and my cock slips out of her dripping wet pussy. She turns on her hands and knees and grabs my cock with her right hand and licks the juices off it, caressing it, running her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.

  “Mmmm, I taste so fucking good,” she says.

  And then she sticks my cock in her mouth and sucks it off, her tight lips working the tip of my cock while her hands strokes my shaft, making eye contact all the while. She pops it out of her mouth and I pick her up and spin her around. I put her on her back, upside down. Her legs are over the back of the couch where her head would normally be and her head is hanging off the front, down where her feet would normally be.

  I get down on my knees so my cock is at the same level as her head.

  “Give it to me, baby,” she says. “Stick your fucking cock down my fucking throat.”

  So I do, driving it all the way into her waiting mouth. In and out I pump, in and out, my balls smacking her nose, my cock working its way deeper and deeper into her throat. I can feel myself getting close to finishing so I force my cock down her throat one last time and hold it there.

  She starts to gag.

  “Hold it,” I say.

  She gags again, even louder this time.

  “Hold it,” I say again.

  Her arms start to flail and her gags are even louder.

  I hold my cock in her throat for another couple of seconds before pulling out.

  She gasps for breath, smiling all the while.

  I’m almost done. Another minute or so of good hard fucking and that’ll be it.

  I pick her up again, spin her around, put her on all fours.

  “Oh, you like it this way, do you?” she says.

  I don’t reply with my mouth. Instead I position myself behind her tiny little ass and stick my cock in her from behind and start fucking her.

  “Oh my god,” she says in a nasty-sounding half-moan.

  I’m real close now; there’s no slowing down. I’m pounding her from behind, her hard, tight ass the perfect receptacle for my rock hard cock.

  “Make me yours, make me yours, make me yours,” she moans as I fuck her from behind, our bodies pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh. “Please, please, please fuck me harder! Give it to me, baby, harder harder harder. I want to belong to you. You own me. You own me you own me you own me, you own me, you own me you own me. Please, please, please,” she begs. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.”

  I grab her pigtails and pull back on her head, forcing her to arch her back, allowing me to penetrate her deeper. My cock glides into her pussy, stretching it, sliding in and out with virtually no resistance, her pussy dripping wet as she moans in pleasure.

  “Harder, harder, harder,” she says. “Fuck me harder!”

  I drop my hands to her shoulders and I pull back on her body as I pound her, allowing me to penetrate her even deeper still, her tiny ass making my cock look huge.

  She turns her head and looks back at me as I fuck her. “I want you to fuck me like I’m the dirtiest, nastiest whore you’ve ever met,” she said. “Harder. Harder! Harder!!!”

  I climb to my feet, and move them forward, giving myself more leverage over her, allowing me to slam into her with more force, fucking her as she’s screaming, then pushing her head into the carpet as I stand crouched above her and fuck her pussy from behind, hammering her, making her scream some more, and then I’m right there, just moments away, and I keep pounding, keep pounding, trying to push myself over the edge and then she says, “Cum for me, baby, cum all over me,” and my asshole tightens up and I feel a little tremor move through my body and then another one, more powerful this time, and then the urge is just too great, I’m going to cum, and I’m pulling out and ejaculating all over her back, a huge load, painting her tan, muscular back with white jizz.

  I’m leaning back, breathing hard and laughing a little bit and feeling good, feeling the short-lived relief that always comes with blowing my load. She is lying down, her stomach to the floor, her body sweaty with exertion. She turns her head and looks at me and her face is red, her mascara is a mess all over her face. But she’s still smiling, that
radiant, bubbly, innocent smile. It looks totally out of place with my cum pooling in the low area at the small of her back but it turns me on, the dichotomy not bothering me in the least.

  “You want a towel or something?” I ask.

  “That would be great,” she says.

  “Hang on a sec, I’ll get you one.”

  “Thanks.”

  She lays there on the floor while I gather a hand towel and wipe my cum off her back.

  “You mind if I jump in the shower?” she says.

  “Be my guest,” I reply.

  She stands up and comes over to me. She climbs up onto her tiptoes and gives me a little peck on the cheek. “Thanks, baby,” she says. “I needed that.”

  “My pleasure,” I say.

  She gathers her clothes together and heads off to the bathroom. I head over to the nightstand. I pull my wallet out of a drawer, pull ten $100 bills out of it and walk into the bathroom. She’s already in the shower. I place the bills on the counter next to the sink.

  “Thanks again, baby,” she says from the shower. “Next time you’re in town, feel free to give me a call.”

  “I will,” I say. “Goodnight.”

  “’Night,” she says. She grabs a little bottle of shampoo and starts washing her hair. I leave the bathroom and head over to the bed. I climb on top of the covers, pull out the remote, and throw on Sportscenter. I’m still watching it ten minutes later when she walks out of the bathroom, throws one more wave in my direction, and walks out the door without another word.

  No difficulties, no small-talk, no pleasantries. All business, no bullshit. Just like I like it. I love escorts. They’re the only way to fuck.

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  BANGING THE KINKY COWGIRL

  One of the biggest benefits to hiring escorts as opposed to being in a traditional relationship is what I like to call the long-distance factor. You remember being in a relationship like that at one time or another, right? Always wondering what your significant other might be doing all alone by themselves while you’re gone for a week or a month or possibly even longer. Making new friends? Going out and partying? Fucking someone else? It’s enough to drive you crazy. Not to mention the lack of sex while you’re away from each other. Sometimes it’s not such a big deal, especially if your time away is short, but sometimes it can really grow on you. Especially when you’re on the road for work as much as I am. Nothing fosters an unhealthy relationship quite like being away for weeks at a time, coming home only for a day or two per month to do the normal relationship things; dinner and movie, some drinks at the bar, a night of making love. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but most of the time it just facilitates break-ups, especially when your couple days home a month are filled with jet-lag and you’re bone-tired from all the travel and all you want to do is relax for a bit. Most of the time your significant other just doesn’t appreciate that. And they shouldn’t. After all, they only get to see you every once in a while; there’s nothing wrong with them expecting to dominate your time and attention. Which is why I prefer just to avoid traditional relationships altogether.

  The way I see it, the choice between 2-hour long phone calls and renting bad hotel pay-per-view porn in order to honor the terms of your average traditional relationship versus paying for a smoking hot escort who will fuck your brains out for a couple hundred bucks is not even a choice. Give me the escort every time.

  On this particular week, my job takes me to Texas. It’s my first time here and so far it’s treating me pretty well. Hopefully after tonight it’ll be treating me even better. You see, it’s Saturday night and I’m looking to party. And I’ve decided to go with the local flavor and order up a special kind of girl, one I’ve never had before, an honest-to-goodness Texas cowgirl.

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  There’s a knock on my door. I peek out the eyehole and see a smoking hot chick with blonde hair snaking out the side of a black cowboy hat and down her shoulders. Tanned skin, big brown eyes, super white teeth behind full, pouty lips and a look on her face like she knows she’s the shit. She’s wearing a full-length leather duster, so I can’t get a look at her body, but I have no doubt it’s ridiculous based on all the available information.

  I open the door and she walks in without so much as a glance in my direction. I close the door behind her and turn around. She’s already unbuttoned the duster, revealing a light purple bra and panties, brown leather chaps, cowboy boots and nothing else. Her body is even more ridiculous than I’d hoped for; toned but skinny legs, washboard stomach, defined but not too muscular arms, and a pair of large, perfect breasts. Too perfect to be real, for sure, but it doesn’t matter to me in the least. They way I figure it, if I can touch ‘em they’re real enough for me. She’s a tall girl, no more than three inches shorter than me, but her looks and the way she holds herself make her seem larger than life. I’m getting hard just looking at her.

  “I understand you’re looking for a dirty little cowgirl to stick your dick into tonight,” she says in her soft Texas drawl.

  “That’s right.”

  She slides the duster off and lets it fall to the ground, then turns around so her ass is facing me and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight, the leather chaps framing her tight little ass. “Well, what do you think, big boy?” she says, looking back at me from between her legs. “Will I work?”

  “You’re perfect,” I say.

  “You got that right,” she says, standing up and turning to face me. “Now come on over here and let me see what I have to work with.”

  I walk towards her, my little smile betraying my giddiness. She could have told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl over to her like a dog and I would have done it without hesitation.

  She reaches down and rubs her hand against my cock, which is pressing up again my pants.

  “Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all. You mind if I take a closer look?”

  “Be my guest,” I say.

  She drops to her knees and unzips my pants, then reaches in and pulls my cock out. It’s rock hard, sticking straight out without even the hint of a sag.

  “That’s pretty impressive,” she says, licking the head of it with the tip of her tongue. “I can’t remember the last time I had a nice fat cock to work with.” She looks up at me. “Do you know what to do with it?”

  “I’ve had a little practice,” I say.

  “I bet you have.”

  “What about you?” I say. “Do you know what to do with it?”

  She sticks my cock in her mouth and sucks on the tip of it for a moment. “Oh,” she says after pulling it out. “I’m sure I can come up with something.”

  Grinning, I say, “I bet you can.”

  “In fact,” she says, taking it a little bit deeper before pulling it back out. “I’ve got a trick I’m real good at.”

  “Oh yeah,” I say. “What’s that?”

  “Making things disappear,” she says.

  And before I know what’s happening she takes my entire cock in her mouth, deepthroating me with ease.

  “Oh my god,” I say as she holds it there, my balls pressing up against her chin.

  A good seven seconds later she finally pulls off my cock. She takes a deep breath, then spits on my cock and strokes it, looking up at me the whole time.

  “Well, what do you think?” she says.

  “I think it’s going to be a very good night,” I reply.

  Laughing, she stands up and guides me over to the couch by my cock. Once there, she turns me around and pushes me down, forcing me to sit. Then she backs off and turns around, showing me her ass. She undoes the belt on her chaps and drops them to the ground. Next comes her bra. Then her panties. She starts to take the cowboy hat off but I tell her to leave it on.

  “And your boots too,” I say.

  “You’re the boss,” she says, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling over to me. Her ass is sticking up behind her, wiggling from side to side as she moves. Her ba
ck is arched and she’s staring right at me as she comes closer. God I love it when women do that. It’s sexy as hell.

  She runs her hands up my legs and undoes my belt, pops the top button off my pants, then grabs them and my boxers and pulls them off. She tosses them to the ground behind her, then nestles up to me once again and starts sucking my cock.

  She’s obviously well-versed at giving head, varying the speed and depth constantly, sometimes working my shaft with her hand, sometimes playing with my balls, mixing it up expertly, keeping me excited without getting me too excited for my own good.

  “You like it when I work your cock like that?” she says.

  “Yeah,” I say.

  “What about my tits?” she says. “You like them too? You want to see your fat cock between them?”

  I nod.

  She smiles and sits up higher, bringing her tits to the same level as my cock. She grabs ahold of my cock, slaps it against one of her chest a few times, then spits on it and slides it between her two glorious breasts. She pushes her tits together and starts to bounce on my cock.

  Titty-fucking, when done correctly by a girl with large enough breasts, is nothing short of incredible. And my dirty little cowgirl had both the skills and the tits to pull it off with ease.

  By continually spitting on my cock—keeping it slippery enough to glide along her skin with a minimum of friction but not too wet that it slipped out of the perfect cock-vessel between her breasts—and using just the right amount of pressure—not too much to make me cum too soon but not too little that I didn’t feel a thing—she worked my cock until it was right at the point of explosion, staring at me the entire time, the cowboy hat still perched her head adding immeasurably to my pleasure.

  After a couple minutes of her working my cock between her tits I could have easily cum, but having no desire to finish up so soon, so I quickly backed away and scrambled off the couch.

  “I take it you liked that?” she said, smiling wickedly.

  “A little bit too much,” I say, grabbing her beneath the arms and lifting her onto the couch. “I need to cool down a little bit, do some work of my own.”