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  With my cock still inside her, I climb to my feet, altering the angle of penetration and giving myself a bit more leverage. From here I can buck my hips even harder, allowing me to slam my cock even deeper inside her pussy.

  I slow things down just a bit, giving her one thrust every couple of seconds or so but holding my cock deep inside her for an extra beat every time I bottom out. A short time later I start to speed things up again, slowly but surely, until we are once again at a good, solid rhythm, me using the springiness of the bed to bring her ass up to me as I pump her.

  My right hand slides back towards her ass and I start fiddling around with her asshole, my thumb working the outside of it, gently applying pressure in a circular motion, feeling her out a bit, seeing if she objects.

  She doesn’t. In fact, her groans take on a more intense tone and she starts bouncing more aggressively back up against me.

  Taking this as a sign of assent, I stick the tip of my thumb in the center of her little pink asshole and press down with more force until I’m right on the edge of penetration.

  She turns her head and glared wickedly up at me, her eyes narrow, her face flushed, her mouth turned up in a nasty little smirk.

  “You like that, do you?” I say.

  She bites down on her bottom lip and nods.

  With her still looking up at me I push my thumb inside her asshole, eliciting a passionate, deep-rooted growl of pure pleasure followed by a drawn out drawn-out string of barely comprehensible muttering.

  With my thumb still planted firmly in her ass I pound away, drawing ever closer to orgasm and loving every second of it. And once she reaches back and spreads her asscheeks, I know the end has unfortunately come. I slam into her a couple more times then pull both my thumb and cock out of her at the same time.

  I let out a wordless groan and spurt all over her, dousing her ass and lower back in milky white cum. I squeeze out the last couple drops and then fall back onto the bed, totally spent.

  Grinning, she turns and plops down on the bed and looks at me.

  “So how was your first taste of Texas,” she says.

  “Wonderful.”

  “I’m glad. How long are you staying?”

  “Unfortunately I leave tomorrow morning.”

  “That’s too bad,” she says. “You think you’ll be back anytime soon?”

  “Actually I’m due to be back in a couple of weeks,” I say. “You think you might be free?”

  “I can probably wiggle some time out.”

  “What about friends?”

  “Yours or mine?”

  “Yours,” I say. “You got any that are as hot as you are?”

  “Honey, nobody is as hot as I am,” she says with a smile. “But I got a few that are close.”

  “Well, maybe next time you can bring one of them along too.”

  “Oh, I’m sure we can arrange something.”

  “I’m sure you can,” I say with a smile of my own.

  After all, that’s what I want. And the beauty of escorts is you get what you want. Every single fucking time.

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  THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET TAKES CHARGE

  JEREMY HOLMES

  My ongoing sessions with Holly, the teen slut down the street, were getting freakier and freakier with every passing day. We’d gotten pretty comfortable together, progressing from straight sex to getting a little rough with her, and even into anal.

  But so far, every one of our sessions had the same essential dynamic. Holly would set the tone for the evening, telling me exactly what she wanted me to do to her, and I would take it from there.

  This setup was fine with me. After all, even though she was the more sexually adventurous of us, and by far the most forward and open, I was still quite a few years older than her, not to mention almost double her size, so it was natural that I’d be the one dictating the action, even if she was controlling me behind the scenes.

  And besides, from what I’d seen of her so far, I got the feeling she enjoyed being the submissive one, even if she was essentially topping from the bottom. If she had any desire to be completely in charge, I hadn’t seen it yet.

  But I was about to. And I have to admit, I liked it. A lot.

  #

  It was 3:30 PM and I had just got home from work. Holly was supposed to come over later that night to hang out. We didn’t have any specific plans, maybe a movie, maybe a pizza, eventually getting freaky. But first I was going to relax, get in a quick jog, take a shower.

  But I didn’t have time for any of that. I hadn’t been home for more than ten minutes when I heard my doorbell. I wasn’t terribly surprised to see that it was Holly. She wasn’t one for sticking to plans. When she wanted something, she didn’t wait for it. And apparently she wanted me right now, not in another three hours.

  I opened the door and let her in. She was dress in a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes. There was no indication whatsoever of what was to come.

  Without saying a word, Holly grabbed my hand and led me over to the couch. Once there, she spun me around so my back was to it and pushed on my shoulders, dropping me, seated, onto the cushions.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, a confused little smile on my face.

  “We’re doing things a little differently today,” Holly said.

  “Is that right?”

  She nodded her head.

  “And what exactly—” I said, but she bent over and put her hand over my mouth, cutting me off in mid-sentence.

  “Stop talking and just do what you’re told,” Holly said. Her face was completely serious, with no hint of humor in it.

  “Okay,” I said once she’d taken her hand off my mouth. “If you insi—”

  She smacked me in the face, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to shut me up immediately.

  “I told you to stop talking,” Holly said. “I’d suggest you start listening to me. Understand?”

  So that’s what the game was tonight. Fair enough. I had no problem doing what I was told. At least, not from Holly. I nodded my head.

  “Don’t say a word unless you’re answering a direct question from me,” Holly said. “Got it?”

  I nodded again.

  “Good,” Holly said, stepping back so she was standing over me. She looked down at me with a hint of disdain, like I was a piece of meat that she could do what she pleased with. Which I was. For tonight, at least.

  She looked different. Not physically, of course; her tiny little waist and perky, incredible tits and long, shapely legs were as insane as ever, perfectly proportioned, and her thin but not skinny frame with her toned arms and washboard stomach and perfect skin filled me with lust as always. She looked the same on the outside, but something about her attitude tonight made her seem like almost a different person. Usually she was more cute than sexy, but not tonight. Tonight those two traits were equal. And it forced me to see her in a different light.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Holly asked, watching me as I took her in.

  I started to open my mouth but cut myself off at the last moment and just nodded.

  “You didn’t think you would like being the submissive one, but you do. Isn’t that right?”

  I nodded again.

  “Yeah, well let’s see how much you like it in a little way, after I’ve had my way with you.”

  My face didn’t waver but my insides did. I was excited beyond all belief; I couldn’t wait to see how the night played out. And I didn’t have to wait for long.

  Holly dropped to her knees. She placed one hand on each of my legs and roughly spread them apart, then scooted forward until her head was directly in front of my groin. My cock was rock-hard, pressing against my jeans.

  “Well, well, what do we have here?” Holly said, rubbing her hand over my cock while she stared up at me with a wicked smile on her face. “Your little man wants to be freed, does he?”

  I nodded.

  Holly laughed. “All in good time,” she said
. “All in good time. But for now I want to fuck with you some more.”

  She grabbed ahold of my cock through my pants and gave it a squeeze, hard enough to make me gasp.

  “Was that a noise I heard coming from your mouth?” she asked, taunting me.

  I shook my head vigorously.

  “I don’t know,” she said, starting rubbing two of her fingers in a circular motion on the head of my cock. “It sounded like it to me.”

  I shook my head again. But she didn’t buy it.

  “I think it was,” Holly said. She was now rubbing the tip of my cock with her open palm, pressing hard, making me squirm, the pressure building as my trapped cock threatened to break through the material.

  But still she didn’t let up, smiling up and me with an evil grin while I shifted my position on the couch.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” she said, smacking me on the inside of the leg with her free hand. “I didn’t tell you to move.”

  Biting down on my bottom lip, I forced myself to sit still while she continued messing with my cock. Tears were dripping down my face the discomfort level was so high.

  Finally Holly let up, releasing her palm from the tip of my cock.

  I let out an audible gasp as the pressure dissipated.

  “Oh, poor little baby,” Holly said. “Can’t take what you can dish out, can you?”

  I knew better than to answer.

  “Do you want me to release your cock from your pants now?”

  I nodded.

  Holly chuckled under her breath. “Yeah, I bet you do. But it ain’t gonna happen. Not yet anyway.”

  I tried to keep the disappointment off my face but apparently I was unsuccessful. Holly saw it and started to laugh.

  “You really are a bit of a wimp, you know that? After all you’ve done to me over the last few months, and you can’t even take a hint of discomfort?”

  I dropped my eyes. I’m not going to lie, my ego was a little bit bruised.

  “Not that it’s your fault,” she continued. “The only way to get used to this sort of thing is to practice it, and apparently you haven’t had any practice yet. Luckily for you, I’m a good teacher. Does that make you happy?”

  I nodded but my heart wasn’t in it.

  Holly grabbed ahold of my cock and squeezed tight. “I asked you if that makes you happy?” she said. “And this time I want to believe you when you nod your head.”

  I put a fake smile on my face and nodded my head, more vigorously this time.

  “I still don’t believe you,” she said. “But at least you tried this time. And for that, I’m going to reward you.”

  Holly undid my zipper and carefully pulled my cock out. It was sticking out of the zipper slit, standing at attention, straight up towards the ceiling. I let out a shuddering groan now that my cock was free.

  “See, your brain may not have liked what I was doing but your body did,” Holly said as she slowly jerked my off. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your cock this hard. Do you want me to suck it? You can answer this time. You don’t have to just nod.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Yes what?” she asked, tilting her head sideways a hair.

  “Yes please,” I answered.

  “Wrong,” Holly said, smacking the side of my cock with an open palm.

  I bit down on my bottom lip and held my groan in.

  “Let’s try again,” she said, speaking slowly, as though to a young child. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes mistress?” I said tentatively.

  “That’s better,” Holly said. “You do want me to suck your cock, right?”

  “Yes mistress,” I said, more confidently this time.

  “I want to hear you beg,” she said.

  “Please mistress,” I said. “Please suck my cock.”

  Holly stuck out her tongue and licked the head of my cock. “Like that?” she said.

  I nodded.

  “What? I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes mistress,” I said.

  She ran her tongue of the length of my shaft, starting right above my ballsack and finishing at the tip. I shuddered deeply.

  “Oh, you liked that, did you?”

  I nodded.

  “And I suppose you want me to take it in my mouth now, right?”

  I nodded again, hoping beyond all hope that she’d start blowing me proper.

  “Yeah, I bet you do,” Holly said as she pulled my pants all the way off then grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to pull me up from the couch. “Too bad you haven’t earned it yet.”

  Dragging me along by my cock, she led me out of the living room and into my bedroom, where she threw me down onto the bed. With my back lying on the covers and my head towards the ceiling, she pulled her clothes off, then climbed onto the bed, one leg on either side of my body. She walked forward until her legs were straddling my head, her hips directly above face. Her shaved pussy was glistening with wetness.

  “You like what you see?” Holly asked, staring down at me.

  “Yes mistress,” I said.

  “Good,” she said. “Because you’re about to get a closer look.”

  Before I could figure out what she meant, Holly was squatting down above me, lowering her pussy towards my face until it was mere inches from my mouth.

  “Take a deep breath,” Holly said, and then she dropped her pussy straight onto my mouth and nose, smothering me. “Now breath,” she said.

  So I did, taking her sweet, musky odor into my lungs.

  She let out a low moan and started grinding her pussy onto my face, pushing down on me. Her pussy was dripping juices, soaking my entire face.

  “Stick out your tongue,” she said, her voice full of pleasure.

  I did as I was told, pushing my tongue out as far as it would go and holding it there, tight and firm.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Holly said as she ran her pussy forward and back on my face, riding my tongue with her wet snatch.

  Opening my eyes, I looked up the length of her body. I was able to catch a glimpse of her leaning forward, her hands on the wall for leverage, her face screwed up in a look of intense pleasure and her hair flying everywhere as she rode my face with reckless abandon.

  A string of obscenities escaped from her mouth along with her moans and groans, which were rapidly increasing in pitch and tone. “Holy fucking shit,” she said, running them together so it sound like one word. “Goddamn that feels so fucking incredible.”

  Holly grinded away on my face, pressing down harder than ever, forcing my tongue deeper inside her pussy while she hammered away at me, her body moving faster and faster and her groans growing louder and louder until her entire body seemed to be shaking above me.

  She froze up for just a moment, then released in an aggressive spasm, riding my tongue for another few seconds while an orgasm coursed through her body. Juices squirted out of her pussy, drenching my face and filling my mouth. I coughed and sputtered but not before I swallowed some down.

  Laughing, Holly climbed off my face. She scooted then dropped her body down onto mine, her head just below my chin, our flesh pressed together.

  “See,” she said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  “Bad?” I said. “That was fun as hell.”

  “You actually liked it?”

  “Hell yes,” I said. “I loved it.”

  “So you wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime?”

  “I’ll probably be begging you to sit on my face again next time we get together.”

  Smiling, Holly clapped her hands together. “That’s so good to hear,” she said. “I was afraid you weren’t going to enjoy me pushing you around like that.”

  “Well, you were wrong,” I said. “Now, if you don’t mind—”

  “Returning the favor by making you cum?” Holly said.

  I nodded.

  She smiled. “It would be my pleasure. But the rules are the same. You just have to lay there and let me have contro
l.”

  “I think I can handle that.”

  “Good,” she said, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “Then just sit tight and let me do my thing.”

  “With pleasure,” I said.

  Holly slid down the length of my body until she was positioned between my legs. Smiling up at me, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started playing with it, slowly and gently jerking me off, still tormenting me, and having a great time doing it based on the look of joyful malice on her face.

  While I stared down at her intently, she dropped her head down and took my balls in her mouth, sucking on them one at a time and then both at once while continuing to jerk me off more forcefully than before.

  With both my balls still in her mouth, she leaned her head back, pulling on my sack, stretching it out as far is it would go before opening her mouth, releasing my balls with an audible pop.

  I groaned loudly. She laughed at my response.

  “You liked that, did you?” she said, still jerking me off as she talked.

  “I don’t know if like is the right word,” I said. “But it sure as hell was intense.”

  “Intense is good,” she said.

  “Very good,” I agreed.

  “Let’s see if we can get there again,” Holly said, then she took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked on just the tip with her mouth while she worked my shaft with her hand.

  She gradually dropped her head further and further down, bobbing on my cock faster and faster, still staring up at me the whole time. Instead of jerking me off, she’d shifted her hand so she was holding down my foreskin, increasing the sensation of her lips on my cock.

  It was intense as hell, but I let her do her thing without complaint. I enjoyed relinquishing control more than I’d ever thought possible. I don’t know if it was because I got a kick out of seeing Holly so happy or if deep down I just liked being told what to do, but I didn’t worry about it too much. At least, not at the moment. There were too many other things to worry about. Like not cumming too soon. Which was rapidly becoming a pressing issue.

  Luckily, Holly sensed my impending orgasm and slowed things down a bit. She popped my cock out of her mouth and slapped it against her tongue, then against her cheek, before climbing back up my body.