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  That quickly put me over the edge, and I came in a rush, drenching Penny with the pussy juices that came squirting out of my snatch. I used these juices to further lube up the dildo strapped on to my waist, then pulled myself off of Penny.

  As Penny tried to catch her breath, I lifted her up onto the couch by her shoulders so she was lying lengthwise on the couch with her back to the cushions. I then positioned myself between her legs so my cock was resting atop her pussy.

  “Are you ready to bring it home?” I asked, smiling at her. Biting on her bottom lip and looking up at me longingly, Penny nodded her head.

  “Me too,” I said. I grabbed her legs and pushed them up towards her head, so her ankles were next to her ears.

  Penny was a very flexible girl, and she knew exactly what I wanted. She grabbed her ankles and folded her legs behind her head, so her ankles were crossed over each other behind her neck.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” I said, staring down at her incredibly tight, flexible body. From my perspective she was folded in half, with her soaking wet, beautiful pussy wide open and just waiting to get fucked.

  “Give it to me,” she said. “Give me that fat fucking cock.”

  “With pleasure,” I replied, grabbing ahold of the dildo and slipping it into her pussy.

  “Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Penny said as I started moving my hips forward and back, pumping her pussy with my strap-on. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there.”

  I hammered Penny’s pussy with my cock for a bit while she moaned and groaned beneath me. I was increasing the intensity with every thrust, pounding away at her snatch while she used her hands to play with my tits and tweak my nipples.

  This got me more excited, and allowed me to start fucking her harder. Plus, to up the ante a bit, I reared back and smacked her in the cheek while still fucking her.

  “Fuck yeah,” she cried. “Harder! Smack me harder!”

  So I did, slapping her so hard that the sound echoed about the room.

  “Just like that,” Penny said, staring up at me with intense eyes. “Keep smacking me while you fuck me.”

  I couldn’t turn down a request like that, so I continued smacking away at her cheek, trading sides with every slap, while her legs trembled and her body shook and shimmied.

  “More,” she said. “Give me more! Everything you’ve got! I want you to punish me. Fucking punish me!”

  More excited than I’d ever been in my life from Penny’s demands, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her throat while continuing to slam my cock in and out of her pussy.

  “Right there,” Penny said breathlessly. “Right fucking there!”

  Squeezing harder, I pounded Penny with everything I had, my face directly above hers and staring down at her eyes as they began to flutter. My cock was pounding her pussy, our bodies smacking together with the wet, sloppy sounds of sex.

  I continued fucking and choking Penny until she was damn near unconscious before abruptly releasing her throat.

  Her eyes widened immediately and she gasped for breath while I hammered away at her with all my might. The combination quickly lead to another orgasm, which Penny experienced with in a gasping, intense rush, her body freezing up before exploding in a frenzy, her pussy juices squirting everywhere, forcing my cock out of her snatch.

  “Come on, Penny, cum all over me,” I said, quickly sliding backwards and dropping down so my face was right in front of her pussy.

  I got a couple squirts to the face, but I wanted more, so I started working her clit with my fingers, aggressively rubbing it, prolonging her orgasm.

  “Holy shit!” she cried as I played with her pussy. Her legs were still wrapped around the back of her head, leaving her wide open to me. “Ohmygod, OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD!”

  And with that, she squirted again, this time spraying her juices all over my face, some of it getting into my mouth and the rest splashing against my flesh.

  I continued working her pussy and she continued squirting for another half a minute before finally running dry.

  “That was fucking incredible!” Penny said, unfolding her legs from behind her head. She sat up in the couch and pulled her knees to her chest and held them there and tried to recover.

  Laughing, I picked myself up and then plopped down next to her on the couch. “You liked it, huh?”

  “I fucking loved it!” she said. “That may have been the single greatest fuck of my life!” She leaned over and slipped her tongue into my mouth and we made out for a bit, gently and passionately.

  “That’s good to hear,” I said after we broke things off. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like it that much.”

  Penny laughed. “I wasn’t afraid. I knew you’d treat me well. And you did. Thanks, Kendra.”

  “My pleasure,” I said. “Now let’s go get some food. I’m fucking starved.”

  Laughing, Penny stood up, then helped me to my feet. Together, we headed towards the kitchen, still both naked, me keeping the strap-on attached. I liked having a cock. I liked it a lot.

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  GETTING FREAKY WITH MY PERVERTED GIRLFRIEND

  BROCK LANDERS

  It always makes me laugh when someone equates rough sex with hatred.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there are plenty of Neanderthals out there who are so emasculated that they can only feel like a man if they’re slamming a chick with everything they’ve got, pushing and shoving her around, slapping and smacking and choking her, regardless of whether or not that’s what she likes. For those pathetic assholes, it undoubtedly is about quenching their rage. Or at least feeding their ego. But that’s not always the case. Some women actually like it like that.

  Take my girlfriend, Taylor, for example. She loves it rough. All those things I mentioned above? She asks for them. Begs for them. Lives for them. So I do my best to give them to her. But it’s not about hatred. Not at all. It’s about love. I want to give her what she wants, what gets her off. Because I love her. And I want her to be happy.

  It took me quite a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Catholic household, where sex was demonized. It was evil and dirty; a sin. I was scared to death of it. Not to mention embarrassed to even think about it.

  Even after I realized just how insane that kind of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, especially rough sex, or anything out of the ordinary, still bothered me on a deeper level. It simply wasn’t in me to do them.

  And then Taylor came along. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards giving her what she needed in bed. It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do the kinds of things she wanted to do. It embarrassed me—even though I’d often fantasized about having rough, dirty sex, I wasn’t comfortable at all actually following through with it in real life. But she just kept pushing to do more nasty things, and I was smart enough to let her.

  It didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to have crazy, dirty, nasty, rough sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I began fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.

  And don’t think for a moment that I’m the only one dishing it out. When it comes to the rough stuff, Taylor gives just as much as she gets. The slapping, spanking, ordering around and verbal lashing goes both ways; if anything, she’s in control more often than I am.

  There’s definitely some dominatrix in her, which is fine by me. I’m actually more comfortable getting told what to do than doing the telling. I’ve gotten better at being in charge since we’ve been together, but there’s still something I love about being bossed around, especially durin
g sex. And especially when it doesn’t carry over out of the bedroom.

  Despite (or perhaps because of) all the role-playing that goes on in our sex life, we get along magnificently in our real life too. Both of us understand that most shit that couples argue about is completely meaningless and pointless, no more than an ego trip. As long as you think of yourself as a team, up against the world, and drop your egos at the door, there’s nothing to fight about. I know, it’s easier said than done, but believe me, it’s not that hard to do.

  Maybe it’s just because both of us were in such shitty relationships that we understand each other better than most people do. Or maybe we’re just not lame like everyone else. I’m not sure exactly what the reasons are and to be honest, I don’t really give a fuck. All I know is I get along with Taylor better than I’ve ever gotten along with anyone in my life. I trust her, implicitly, which is why I’ve been wiling to allow her to take me on this journey of sexuality. And why I’ll continue to got with her no matter where it takes us.

  Sure, I’ve been hesitant before when we’ve tried something new and I’m sure I’ll continue to be hesitant in the future. But so far, no matter how fucked up and crazy the shit as she wanted to do, I’ve never come away not wanting to do it again. And again. And again. So no matter how uncomfortable the idea of something makes me, I leave the direction up to her. It’s treated me extremely well so far so why fuck with a good thing?

  #

  It’s a Saturday night and we’re on the first night of a three-night vacation in Phoenix, Arizona. We just finished off a couple of incredible steaks and polished off three bottles of wine between us and are heading up to the room for our first night of debauchery.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Taylor says as we make our way up to our floor. Her hand is rubbing up and down on my hard cock as it presses against the material of my pants.

  “I was born ready,” I say, barely able to suppress a laugh. She hates it when I use that line.

  But tonight it doesn’t bother her. She’s too focused on my cock to listen to my poor attempts at humor.

  “So you think,” she says. “But tonight we’re going someplace new.”

  “And where is that?” I ask.

  “You’ll see,” she says, spinning around and dropping to her knees, right there in the elevator. We’re 10 floors away from our floor but moving fast.

  “Whoa there,” I say, trying to lift her up.

  “Stop your whining,” Taylor says as she unzips my zipper and quickly pulls my cock out.

  “What the hell,” I say, partially in excitement and partially in fear. “What if someone wants to get on?”

  “They won’t,” Taylor says right before sliding my cock into her mouth.

  I’m not exactly sure what she means but at this point I don’t care. If something happens, we’ll deal with it. Right now, with her lips around my cock, nothing else matters.

  She’s blowing me like a champ, making my cock disappear into her mouth with every thrust, gagging and coughing and making slurping sounds as she stares up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

  Suddenly the elevator slams to a stop and the buzzer rings. Panicked, I curse under my breath and lean back, pulling my cock from Taylor’s mouth and try to quickly stuff it into my pants. It’s too hard, however, and I can’t get it to fit, no matter how I try and contort my body.

  So there I am, with my dick in my hand, when the elevator doors start to open. I turn to face the side wall of the elevator, hoping beyond hope that somehow I’ll figure out a way to not end up in jail. But when I peek over my shoulder, I don’t see anyone standing in the hall, waiting to get on. All I see is Taylor looking at me with an evil grin, holding the door open.

  “I don’t know why you’re so freaked out,” she says. “It’s just our floor.”

  I exhale in a rush. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until I let it out. But still I don’t move.

  “Come on,” Taylor says, still grinning. “There’s nobody out there.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive,” she says, leaning towards me and reaching her hand out. I think she’s going to take my hand but instead she grabs my cock, which is still sticking straight out, and uses it to lead me into the hallway.

  Shaking my head, my face red from embarrassment, I let Taylor lead the way, knowing if any issues arise, she’ll take care of them. It’s not like I can argue with her; it’ll just make things worse.

  So I just bite my tongue and let her lead me down the hall to our room, praying that we don’t pass anyone along the way. Lucky for me, we don’t.

  Once we reach our room, Taylor opens the door and leads me inside. After we’re in the room, she immediately spins around and drops to her knees and picks up where she left off in the elevator.

  “I want you to fuck my face,” Taylor says. She’s looking up at me with her eyes wide, her mouth open, and her hands behind her back. The look on her face is one of pure enjoyment.

  “You really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?” I say.

  Taylor nods vigorously.

  Laughing under my breath, I grip the back of her head with my hands, then proceed to fuck her face, my shaft sliding between her lips as I pump her mouth, my hips moving faster and faster, my balls slapping up against her chin as I slam my cock deeper and deeper inside her throat.

  Despite the pummeling I’m giving her, Taylor is still looking up at me with wide eyes, maintaining eye contact. This turns me on even further and I start pumping her even more aggressively.

  Taylor reaches up and grabs her tits, squeezing them and groping them as I continue to fuck her face. She gives them a couple of healthy slaps, the sound echoing about the room, louder even than the gagging and gurgling coming from her mouth. Then her hands slide down her stomach, between her legs, and she goes to work on her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself with the other while continuing to make eye contact with me the entire time.

  “You’re such a little fuckslut,” I say, mostly to myself, but Taylor somehow manages to nod her head without missing a beat. Laughing softly, marveling at her abilities, I decide to press things even a little further, test her out even more.

  I pump her mouth a couple more times then slam my cock deep into her throat, as far as it will go. Pressing on the back of her head, I can feel her nose pushing against the bottom of my stomach as she effortlessly deepthroats me. I hold her there for almost ten seconds before letting her go. Her head flies backwards, releasing my cock from her mouth. She takes a couple of deep breaths, gathers up a bunch of saliva, spits on my cock and starts jerking me off.

  “Do you like that?” she says, looking up at me with a devilish grin. “Do you like it when I take your huge cock all the way down my throat?”

  “I fucking love it.”

  Taylor’s smile grows wider and nastier. “Do you want to see what else I can do?”

  “Hell yes,” I say.

  She wraps her bright red lips around the head of my cock while continuing to work my shaft with her hand.

  A few seconds later she grabs ahold of my ballsack and pulls it forward, smashing my balls up against my cock. Holding my sack in place about halfway down my shaft, she widens her mouth and starts moving her head forward, engulfing more and more of my cock as she goes, until she comes to my sack. She then opens her mouth even wider and pushes forward some more, swallowing my cock and balls at the same time.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I say as she somehow manages to hold both in her mouth far longer than I would have expected. “When the hell did you learn to do that?”

  “Many years ago,” she says after relinquishing her hold on me. “I haven’t broken it out in a while. Now sit back and relax so I can bust out some more stuff you haven’t seen.”

  Laughing, I drop down onto the couch. “If you insist.”

  “Oh, I do, I do,” she says, giggling once again. Her eyes are gleaming, her smile wide
and genuine. She loves pushing my boundaries, seeing how far she can take things, constantly going half a step further, knowing that I’ll go with her no matter how uncomfortable I am with the act itself. She’s got a bit of a sadist streak in her, that’s for sure. Which is one of the many things I love about her.

  Taylor stands up and grabs me by the cock and leads me over to the couch. Once there, she spins me around so my back is to it and pushes on my shoulders, dropping me to the cushions. Then she drops to her knees and spreads my legs and scoots forward until her head is mere inches from my hard cock.

  “Are you ready to start getting real freaky?” Taylor asks.

  “Hell yes,” I reply. “Let’s get it on.”

  Smiling, Taylor runs her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock and around the tip without actually putting it between her lips, teasing me for a bit before sucking on it. But once she’s done, instead of sliding my cock into her mouth, she presses it up against my stomach, holding it there, exposing my balls.

  I stare down at Taylor, watching intently, as she drops her head down and starts licking my ballsack, running her tongue up from the bottom and then along the underside of my cock. After doing that a few times, she takes both of my balls in her mouth and sucks on them while jerking me off all the while. It feels wonderful, a little painful but exciting as hell.

  After working my balls for a little while, Taylor puts her hands beneath my legs and pushes up on them, exposing my asshole. She then slides her hands down to my asscheeks and spreads them wide, opening my ass up even further.

  Taylor glances up at me with an evil smile then goes to work on my asshole, running her tongue up it over and over, licking it like a kitten drinking milk.

  I let out a low moan and start breathing more deeply as I shiver in delight.

  Picking up on my excitement, Taylor starts working my asshole more aggressively, licking all around it and spitting on it and tonguing it with more intensity.