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  Once my entire ass was free, I stepped out of my bikini, leaving me completely naked, just like him.

  With my ass still facing him, I dropped down to my hands and knees. Then I reached around with my right hand and started rubbing my pussy. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he had his cock in his hand and was jerking himself off. “Do you like my pussy?” I asked.

  He nodded.

  “Do you want to fuck it?” I asked.

  He nodded again.

  “And what are you waiting for?” I slapped my ass. “Come on over here and get it.”

  Smiling, Nick climbed up off the couch and made his way over towards me. He dropped to his knees and scooted up towards me. I put my head down in preparation for his cock entering me but he surprised me by giving me his tongue instead.

  “Oh my,” I said as he licked my pussy, starting at the bottom and making his way up. “That was unexpected,” I said aloud, even though I was talking to myself.

  As usual he didn’t reply, instead choosing to use his mouth lick and suck and tongue my pussy, varying the speed and the pressure, eating me out like an expert. He had obviously done this before.

  “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Eat that fucking pussy.”

  I reached back and grabbed ahold of Nick’s head and pulled him closer in towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

  He didn’t take offense, in fact he seemed to enjoy it, as he started going after me with even more intensity.

  “Holy shit yes,” I said, my voice rising in pitch. “Oh my God that feels so fucking good.”

  I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. He did so in a couple of deep gulping breaths, then dove right back in.

  After he ate me out for what seemed like an hour, I said, “Enough,” and crawled away from him. Turning back to look at him, still on my hands and knees, I told him I needed his cock inside me.

  Nick obliged, spreading my legs apart and moving forward until his body was between them. I gasped as he slid his rock-hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. It went in without resistance.

  With his hands around my waist, he slammed his cock into me, not even bothering to take it slow, pounding me so hard and fast that I could feel his balls slapping up against the underside of my pussy.

  “Holy shit yes,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Nick put his hands on my shoulders and pulled back on them as he moved forward, so our bodies were going in opposite directions when they met, allowing his cock to go deeper inside of me.

  After a full two minutes of him hammering me, Nick slowed down, not pulling his cock out of my pussy, but not moving against me either.

  “I don’t think so,” I said, turning back to look at him as I slammed my ass back into him hard enough to almost cause him to fall backwards. “You don’t get to take any breaks unless I say so.”

  I bounced my ass back against him again and this time he held his ground. I could see from the look on his face that he was enjoying things, so I continued bouncing back against him, doing all the work.

  Eventually he took control again, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading my ass before pounding away, his hips slamming into me with more force than before.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Give it to me good. Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

  My talking seemed to turn him on even more, as he started going after me with even more fervor. He reached up and pulled my hair, yanking my head back and arching my spine, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God,” I screamed, my face turned up to the ceiling from the tension he was putting on my body. There were very few things I enjoyed more than having my hair pulled while I was getting fucked. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  A few seconds later, my body tensed up and then released as my orgasm came flowing through. But Nick didn’t slow down one bit, still hammering away at me while my body bucked and thrashed in ecstasy.

  I could tell he was trying to finish himself off, but I wasn’t ready for him to be done quite yet. So I leaned forward, letting his cock slide out of my pussy, then spun around before he had a chance to try and stick it back in again.

  He was just sitting there on his knees, catching his breath. His cock was sticking straight out and glistening with my cum. Smiling, I grabbed ahold of his shaft and ran my tongue over it, staring him right in the eyes as I did so.

  “I love the taste of my pussy juices,” I said. “Especially when I’m licking them off your cock.”

  He shivered in pleasure as I took his cock in my mouth, sucking my cum off it, my hand holding the skin of his shaft tight while my head bounced back and forth, taking him balls deep with every pass.

  I blew him until he was on the verge of cumming—chest heaving, breath fast, face was screwed up in a mask of effort—before suddenly pulling my mouth off his cock and climbing to my feet.

  He groaned in disappointment and had a wounded look on his face.

  “Not yet,” I said, flashing him an evil little grin. He’d had his fun, now it was time to reassert my dominance over him. “You’ll cum when I want you to. Not a moment sooner. Now down on the floor. Back to the carpet. Eyes to the ceiling.”

  Despite his disappointment in not being able to cum yet, he did as he was told without hesitation. He was putty in the palm of my hand. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite. After all, this was exactly what he’d signed up for, even if he hadn’t quite known the specifics at the time.

  I grabbed a pillow off the couch and tossed it down to him. “Put this underneath your head,” I told him.

  Once he’d done that, I walked forward, one leg on each side of his body, until my feet were alongside his head. Staring down at Nick, I rubbed my pussy, getting it nice and wet. “Has anyone ever sat on your face before?”

  He shook his head.

  “Well, lucky me,” I said. “I get to pop your cherry.”

  I put my knees on the floor and straddled his face, dropping my dripping wet snatch right onto his mouth.

  “Get in there,” I said, grinding my pussy on top of him. “Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing in there that’s going to hurt you.”

  It took him a little while, but eventually he got comfortable and started going after my pussy with some vigor instead of just lying there. For the most part I took it easy on him, only giving him my full weight for a couple seconds at a time before lifting back up and giving him a chance to breathe. It was his first time, after all. I didn’t want to scar him for life. But I did want to make sure he still knew who was in charge.

  I looked down and noticed that his eyes were closed. That just wouldn’t do.

  “Open your eyes,” I told him. “Look at me while I’m sitting on your face.”

  Nick did as he was told, just as he’d been doing all afternoon. But it still gave me a little extra shiver of pleasure. It never got old having a man jump to my demands.

  “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Now stick your tongue out and hold it there while I ride your face.”

  I leaned forward and put my hands on the floor and started moving quickly forward and back, running his tongue up and down my pussy, forcing it deeper inside me with every pass.

  Something about riding a man’s face with my pussy always got me off, and today was no exception. It wasn’t long before I was right on the edge of another orgasm; I just needed a little something extra to put me over the top. So I leaned back just a bit and slid one of my hands down to my pussy and started to rub my clit.

  It only took a couple of seconds for me to get there.

  Biting down on my bottom lip, I shivered and shook as the orgasm racked my body. I stopped bucking but stayed on top of Nick for another few seconds, letting my juices flow out of my pussy and onto his face, drenching him.

  When I finally lifted my body off Nick�
��s face his eyes were overflowing with excitement and his mouth was turned up in a huge smile even as he gasped for breath.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I said, looking down on him.

  “I fucking love it,” he said between gulps of air.

  “Are you ready to cum yet?”

  He nodded desperately.

  “Yeah, I thought you might be,” I said, laughing. “I guess I’ll oblige. You’ve earned it.”

  I scooted down the length of his body until my head was poised over his cock. It was sticking straight up in the air, as hard as it had been all afternoon, if not harder. I could tell it wasn’t going to take much at all to put him over the edge.

  Bending over at the waist, I grabbed his cock and slapped it against one of my tits a couple of times, then took it in my mouth.

  Nick let out a deep moan and his body shuddered and twitched. I could tell he was holding on with everything he had, trying to milk every last second of pleasure possible before cumming, but he simply was too far along to hold out.

  I pumped his cock a couple of times with my mouth to get it nice and wet, then pulled my head off and leaned back and starting jerking him off, moving my hand quickly up and down his cock. Staring directly at him, I continued working his shaft with my hand as his body tensed one final time before releasing, sending his sperm shooting out of his cock and all over me.

  It was a surprisingly large load, far bigger than most of the men I’d been with. Five full pumps of his cum splattered against my chest, coating my body, splashing up against the bottom of my chin, covering my tits. I continued milking his cock until every last drop was extracted before finally letting it go.

  “Holy shit,” I said, laughing as I rubbed his sperm into my skin. “That was pretty impressive.”

  “Thanks,” he said sheepishly.

  “Just for the record, you’re much better in the sack than any of those other guys you were hanging out with today,” I said, standing up.

  “Really?” Nick said.

  “Really,” I replied. And it was true. Not that it was all that tough of a feat. But still, it would give him something to brag about. “Now I’m going to go jump in the shower. I assume you can find your way back?”

  “I should be able to manage it,” he said. He sounded a little deflated, like he was expecting more of a send-off. But he’d get over it. Besides, I had a reputation to uphold. “Will I ever see you again?” he asked.

  “You never know,” I replied. “Why don’t you leave your number just in case.”

  His eyes lit up and he offered me a little smile. I actually felt kind of bad, stringing him along like that, but even I had a soft side. I just didn’t let it out often. And never when there was more than one witness.

  “Okay,” Nick said. “I’ll do that.”

  I blew him a kiss and then walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I waited until I heard the front door close, and then I climbed in, letting the scolding hot water wash over me.

  I was already thinking about who I was going to call later that night.

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  TWO GIRLS FOR EVERY GUY

  CONFESSIONS OF AN ESCORT ADDICT: VOLUME THREE

  JT HOLLAND

  By now, anyone who’s reading this probably understands that I love escorts. I love everything about them; the casual, meaningless sex, the ability to get as nasty as you want without having to deal with the consequences, the opportunity to try things that you never otherwise would have the chance to, among other things. A few of you understand where I’m coming from, but still I find that most people I confide in are constantly pressuring me to change my ways, to date women traditionally, to not pay directly for my sex. I just don’t get it. Do they not understand that they are paying for sex by taking a girl to the movies, or out to dinner, or to a show, or to a club? It may be indirectly instead of directly, but they are still paying. After all, those things cost money, right? As do the presents, the jewelry, the alcohol, and so forth. And what are all those things ultimately used for? To get the girl in the sack, right? Right. All I do is cut out the middleman. Why spend all that time trying to get laid when you can guarantee yourself the opportunity for half the cost and none of the hassle? Not to mention the other benefits that arise when you’re paying someone to fuck you. Take, for example, every man’s fantasy. Two hot girls at one time. You know you want to do it, you’ve always wanted to, even if it’s just one time. By a show of hands, how many of you have actually lived out this fantasy? Hello? Anyone out there? No? That’s what I thought. Those of you stuck in the traditional, old-school ways of doing things have never had the opportunity. And you most likely never will. Because regular girls don’t go for that kind of thing. Either they want you to themselves or they don’t want you around. It’s rare that you will come across a pair of gorgeous women that will be willing to share their attention. It just causes too many problems down the road. But not me. I’ve indulged in that particular fantasy more times than I can count. Because when you deal with escorts, you get exactly what you want. And what I want tonight is two beautiful women to spend some time with. So that’s what I got. Want to hear about it? I thought you might. So here we go.

  I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room outside of San Francisco, drinking a Jack and Coke and catching up on baseball games on the television when there’s a knock at my door. I amble over and look out the peephole. I always like to check out what I’m getting before letting them in the room, just to build anticipation. So I look out and see two women, just as I ordered. One has long brown hair. She’s standing up. The other has long blonde hair. She’s kneeling on all fours.

  Usually I like take a nice, long, look before letting them in the room. But not tonight. I’ve seen enough. I scramble to open the door and beckon them to come inside, lest someone walk by and see them in the hall like that.

  Once the door opens I see that Brownie is holding a leash that’s connected to choker collar on Blondie’s neck. Like a dog. Brownie walks in the room first. She gives a tug on the leash and Blondie follows, crawling on her hands and knees, her back arched and ass sticking up in the air. I quickly shut the door behind them.

  I could already feel a stirring in my pants; I’d just ordered two women, nothing more specific than that. But I like what they’ve sent me. A lot. I had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting night.

  Both women are incredibly hot but in vastly different ways.

  Brownie is slutty but elegant, the sharp lines of her face framed by her long hair and accentuated by her pouty lips and a heavy dose of black mascara around her eyes. She’s dressed in all black, from blouse to skirt to stockings to heels. Her body is thin and rock hard, toned but not muscular, from her arms to her washboard stomach to her firm legs and ass. She stands almost as tall as me in her 4-inch heels and holds herself like the world begs at her feet. Which is undoubtedly does.

  Blondie is her exact opposite. Cute and young with an innocent smile and big, blue eyes, she’s wearing a white button-down blouse and an ultra-short, red and black plaid skirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. She’s thin but her body is softer, not as sharply-lined but still very shapely.

  Brownie bends down and unclips the leash. “Go over to the bed and start playing with yourself,” she says to Blondie.

  Blondie turns and heads towards the bed, still on her hands and knees. Her ass is sticking up in the air and her short skirt gives me a full view of her round, perfect ass, which is obscured only by the black dental floss g-string.

  Brownie takes my hand and leads me to the couch while Blondie climbs up onto the bed. Brownie sits me down, heads over to the table, pours us both a glass of wine, then comes over and sits next to me. She hands me one of the glasses.

  I turn my eyes to the bed, where Blondie has started going to work on herself. She is sitting up, facing us, her legs curled beneath her, one hand rubbing her pretty little shaved pussy while she fondles her exposed breast with the other. Her
head is arched back and her eyes are closed. She’s lost in herself.

  Brownie is watching Blondie but her hand is on top of my crotch, gently rubbing my cock beneath the robe.

  “Faster,” Brownie says.

  Blondie obliges, rubbing her pussy with increased intensity.

  “Now finger yourself,” Brownie says as her thumb caresses the tip of my cock.

  Blondie sticks two fingers in her pussy. She lets out a little moan as they slide in.

  “Faster,” Brownie says.

  Blondie’s fingers start moving more rapidly. In and out, in and out, in and out. Her moans become louder, more intense.

  “Another one,” Brownie says.

  Blondie sticks another finger inside herself. She gasps as her fingers fill up her pussy.

  “Now fuck yourself some more,” Brownie says.

  Blondie’s fingers work her way in and out of her pussy, from her fingertips to her knuckles, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Slapping sounds carry across the room she’s so wet. Her groans increase with the intensity of her movements.

  “Harder,” Brownie says. She’s still watching Blondie intently but now her hand has slipped under my bathrobe and wrapped itself around my cock.

  Blondie does as she’s told, yelping now with every thrust.

  “Now taste yourself,” Brownie says.

  Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and slides them into her mouth, engulfing them.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” Brownie says. She drains the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the table, then slips off the couch and onto her knees. Facing me, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing large, beautiful tits. She spreads my legs apart then slides in between them, her head right at my crotch, her mouth mere inches from my dick. She unties the belt holding my bathrobe closed and pulls it off. Then she opens the bathrobe, revealing my rock-hard cock.

  Brownie grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. Over her shoulder, she says to Blondie, “Keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.”

  Blondie does as she is told without a word, her hand diving back into her pussy with reckless abandon.