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“It makes you want to cum, doesn’t it?” Kelly said.

  Biting down on my bottom lip to try and keep myself from doing just that, I nodded emphatically.

  “Are you close?” Kelly asked.

  “Really close,” I said between deep breaths designed to stave off orgasm.

  “Then I’d better help Naomi finish before you do,” Kelly said, climbing down off the couch. She dropped to her knees and positioned herself beneath my legs. Her body facing was facing mine and her face was turned up towards the ceiling so her mouth was directly under Naomi’s pussy.

  Kelly stuck out her tongue and started licking the underside of Naomi’s pussy, clearly surprising her friend, causing her to not only let out a high-pitched yelp, but to stop moving her ass back against me. So I took control, grabbing Naomi’s hips and holding her in place as I slammed my body into hers, making it easier for Kelly to keep her tongue attached to Naomi’s pussy.

  “Holy fucking shit!” Naomi screamed. “Right there, right fucking there!”

  I could tell that she was getting closer to an orgasm, but I was too, and I had to make sure she got there first. So I decided to take a chance, hoping that it would get Naomi over the edge quickly, before it was too late.

  Still pummeling away at her with all my energy, I released Naomi’s hip with one of my hands, freeing it up. Then after sticking my thumb into my mouth to get it lubed up, I ran it down the crack of Naomi’s ass and slipped it into her asshole.

  Naomi let out a wordless scream of pleasure, and again began slamming her ass back against me, arching her spine, giving herself more leverage to push back with.

  “Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” Naomi screamed as her legs shook madly. She pounded her ass backwards, pummeling me with her pussy, forcing my cock deeper inside her than ever before.

  Kelly got more involved too, reaching up from beneath us and grabbing Naomi’s asscheeks and spreading them wide, opening her up even more to me.

  “That’s it, that’s it, that’s fucking it!” Naomi screamed, not holding back at all now. “Here I cum, here I fucking cum!”

  She slammed back into me one last time and held her ass there, pressing up against me, both my cock and thumb having disappeared completely inside her holes. She held her position for a few seconds then released in a screaming spasm as an orgasm washed over her.

  As soon as Naomi was done cumming, I slipped my thumb out of her asshole and went back to work on her pussy, hammering my body against her ass in a fit of energy as I rose to my own orgasm.

  Now that she was finished helping Naomi get off, Kelly put her hands to use on me, cupping my balls and massaging them while I continued fucking Naomi from behind.

  Kelly’s hands did the trick, taking me over the edge in just a few seconds.

  ”Goddammit,” I moaned, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

  I pulled back, yanking my cock from Naomi’s pussy as she quickly spun around and climbed off the couch, joining Kelly on the floor at my feet. By the time Naomi got there, Kelly was already jerking me off, her hand feverishly working my cock.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” I said breathlessly as my orgasm arrived.

  Smiling up at me, Kelly continued jerking me off with reckless abandon as I started to cum, my sperm spraying out of my cock in thick streams.

  Kelly didn’t slow down at all, still jerking me off like crazy as I came, sending my seed shooting everywhere, all over her and Naomi, getting on their face, their hair, their tits, the floor, and even on the couch.

  Six or seven gyrations later, my cock had run dry. Both of the girl’s faces were dripping wet with my cum. Still grinning up at me, Kelly slid the tip of my cock into her mouth and gave it a couple of sucks, then popped it out and passed it on to Naomi, who did the same, making me shiver due to the sensitivity that always followed an orgasm.

  Kelly leaned over and started licking Naomi’s face, gathering all of my cum up with her tongue. Once her face was clean, Kelly then moved down to her friend’s tits and cleaned them up too.

  After Kelly had finished collecting all my sperm off of Naomi’s flesh with her tongue, Naomi did the same to Kelly, until they were both holding all of my cum in their mouths.

  As I watched with amazement, Kelly and Naomi started making out, sharing my cum between them, Naomi giving it all to Kelly, and then Kelly to Naomi.

  “You two are nasty as hell,” I said, laughing softly at their display.

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Kelly said. She turned towards Naomi. “Do you want to do the honors?”

  Smiling as best she could with a mouthful of cum, Naomi nodded. Then she tilted her head back and swallowed all my sperm down in one gulp.

  I shook my head and chuckled under my breath. “Wow.”

  “Yeah, she’s a pretty fun girl,” Kelly said, smiling at her friend.

  “As are you,” Naomi said to Kelly, returning the grin.

  “And I’m one hell of a lucky guy,” I added.

  We all laughed.

  “Well, what now?” I asked.

  “That’s up to you,” Kelly replied.

  “How so?”

  “Well, we don’t have any plans, and Naomi’s parents are gone all night, so, unless you’ve got something better to do . . .”

  “How could I have anything better to do than you two?” I said, eliciting another round of laughter.

  “Then let’s go jump in the shower and relax for a little bit and get ready for round two.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I said, helping the girls to their feet.

  Hand in hand, we headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. I couldn’t help but think about how lucky a guy I was. Undoubtedly the luckiest guy in the world.

  #####

  SHE RUNS THE SHOW

  ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME SIX

  RICKIE SHEEN

  I’ve never understood the reluctance to pay for an escort. The way I see it, escorts provide the best of both worlds. Not only are you pretty much guaranteed to get someone who knows how to fuck, you get someone who either enjoys doing it or are good enough at faking it that you won’t know any different. And more importantly you don’t have to deal with any of the heartache. You make a phone call, order the services and type of girl you desire, pay your money, then relax and start getting warmed up. No need for any false pretences, no need for any emotional ties, no need for any awkwardness associated with conventional male/female relationships. No worry about talking afterward. Or sharing your feelings. None of that crap applies. As for the morals of the transaction? What are morals anyway but a set of standards forced upon us by the arbitrary whims of the society. Fuck it, I say. Do what you want, what makes you feel good. Fuck everyone else. Let them live their own life. So the way I see it, give me an escort or give me death. But enough of the rambling, I’m sure you want to get to the good stuff. After all, that’s why you bought this right? For the sex. So here we go.

  #

  I’m in Los Angeles for an overnight stay in the middle of a two-week long business trip. There are hundreds of reasons why I love L.A., not the least of which is its high-quality escorts. As the porn capitol of the world, the misnamed City of Angels has no shortage of sex workers plying their trade. You can get whatever kind of girl you want—any hair color, any attitude, any race—with nothing more than a phone call to the right person. And I know all the numbers by heart. I call one of my favorite companies and arrange for a specific type of girl to come to my door in exactly thirty minutes, then I open a bottle of $200 merlot to let it breathe and sit back and allow my excitement build.

  #

  Exactly thirty minutes later there is a series of hard knocks on my hotel room door. I go to answer it, a glass of wine already in hand. Just before I grasp the handle there comes another series of knocks. Harder than the first one.

  “Open up already,” says a husky, incredibly sexy female voice from the other side. Impatient, demanding, used to being in charge. Exactly what I ordered up. My entire body tingle
s with anticipation.

  I open the door and she steps in and grabs the glass of wine out of my hand and pushes past me before I even have a chance to get a good look at her from the front. But the back is shaping up beautifully. Straight, jet black hair hanging down beneath her shoulders. Short black dress hugging her voluptuous curves perfectly, ending just above her knees, accentuating her round ass perfectly. Gorgeous legs, toned to perfection, not too skinny, not to muscular. Calves you just wanted to take a bite out of. The same height as me in her 2-inch heels. My dick is already rock-hard just from looking at her and all I can see is her backside. This is going to be a great night.

  She drains the glass of wine and pours herself another. She glances over her shoulder for just a moment but still doesn’t turn towards me. It’s obvious she’s torturing me, making me wait, playing her game. And I’m loving every second of it.

  She finishes the second glass and finally turns to face me. I can only stare, barely able to catch my breath let alone speak.

  “From the look on your face I take it you like what you see,” she says, her voice slightly mocking.

  I nod and take her in. Big brown eyes with a naughty edge to them, dark blue eye shadow, full nose; not big, not small, lips painted bright red. One corner of her mouth is turned up in a little smirk. She looks at me with a hint of disdain, as though she knows she’s better than me. As if I’m her little plaything. As if she’s running the show. Which she is.

  And her tits, oh my god. Large but not unnatural, they hang perfectly from her frame. Practically hanging out of her black dress, they were things of beauty; if not real, than an absolutely perfect augmentation.

  “Oh, you like these, do you?” she says, grabbing her tits with and pushing them together. She smacks them, makes them bounce. Then does it again. And again, laughing at my reaction. Nipples like pencil erasers poke through the material, mocking me.

  And then a tit slips out of her top. Just one. I almost cream my pants. This absolutely slays me, irrationally turning me on in ways I can’t quantify. I shiver, take a deep breath, force myself to calm down.

  “You’re one jumpy little fucker, aren’t you?” she says. “What is this, your first time or something?”

  “It sure feels like it,” I say, hoping my self-depreciating manner will somehow bring my excitement down a notch. But no such luck. Nothing short of an ice-cold shower could have that effect on me, and the way I was feeling tonight I doubt even that would do the trick.

  “Well, you’re in luck,” she says as she takes a step towards me, her eyes sizing me up with deadly seriousness, like a lion eyeing a wounded zebra. “Because I’m a pro. And by the end of the night, you’ll be one too.” Another couple of steps and now she’s within arm’s length. “And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you cum until I’m damn well good and ready for it. Got that, mister?”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “Mistress,” she says. “You call me mistress.”

  “Yes, mistress,” I say.

  She is nearly standing on top of me, her tits pressing up against my chest. We are face to face, almost exactly the same height. She eyes me up and down, inspecting me like a piece of meat.

  “So, you like a woman who takes charge, do you?” she says.

  I nod my head and lick my lips. I don’t trust myself to speak. As it is I can hardly breathe my adrenalin is flowing so fast.

  “Then you got the right girl,” she says. “Because there’s nothing I like better than to be in control of my man. Especially a wanna-be tough guy like you. I bet you boss people around all day, don’t you? Always getting everyone to do whatever you want, whenever you want it.”

  “Something like that.”

  “Well not tonight, mister. Tonight you’re my toy. My little boy toy. You got that?”

  “Yes mistress.”

  “Damn right you do,” she says. And then she put her hands on my chest and shoves, pushing me backwards. I stumble back a few steps but she’s already on top of me, pushing me again, more gently this time, moving with me, backing me up until my butt is touching the wall.

  She runs her hand up and down my chest, pressing up against me with hips, her mouth mere centimeters from mine, her eyes boring into me with deadly seriousness.

  “You like that, don’t you,” she says. It’s not a question but a statement of fact. “You like me pushing you around, putting my hands wherever I want, not even asking for permission.”

  I swallow and nod my head.

  “What about this?” she says, dropping her hand down to my cock and grabbing it. “You like this too?”

  “Yes.”

  She squeezes my cock tighter, making me gasp. “Yes, what?” she asks sharply.

  “Yes, mistress.”

  “That’s better,” she says. And then she kneels down in front of me and starts rubbing my hard cock. It’s trapped against my pants, pushing into the material with nowhere to go but still she rubs it some more, making it harder and harder still, smiling at my discomfort. But still she rubs. I groan lightly. She giggles and rubs some more. I groan again, louder this time.

  “Shut up and take it,” she says in a harsh voice. “Don’t make another fucking sound until I tell you to.”

  “Yes mistress,” I say.

  She smacks my balls. I wince in pain.

  “Did I tell you to speak?”

  I shake my head no.

  “That’s a good boy,” she says. “And just for that you’re going to get rewarded.”

  She undoes my zipper, sticks her hand inside my pants. She caresses my cock, slowly playing her finger up and down the shaft. It’s still folded up against my pants, threatening to poke a hole in the material.

  When she finally unfolds my cock it pops out of the open zipper like a jack-in-the-box. She places her palm under it as if weighing it.

  “Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all.”

  She spits on my cock and begins to stroke it. She looks up at me. “Do you want me to suck it?” she says, still stroking as she talks.

  I nod.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you to suck my cock.”

  “Beg for it,” she says, still stroking.

  “Please,” I say, the words coming out at no more than a whisper. “Suck my cock. Please, Mistress. Please suck my cock.”

  She sticks her tongue out, licks the tip. I shudder. She looks up at me and smiles. Laughs. Shakes her head.

  “Sorry,” she says. “It’s not going to happen. Not yet, at least. Torturing you is just too much fun.”

  Then she cups my balls in her hand, drops down farther onto her knees, and scoots further under me. I lean back against the wall, slide my feet out away from it, and then my hips, creating a bridge. Giving her more room to work and myself a better angle to see what she’s doing.

  She slips her hand up my scrotum and pinches it off just below my cock, creating a little pocket. She licks my sack, then suckles one of my balls, playing with it in her mouth. Then she does the same with other. She opens her mouth wider and takes them both at the same time. Bounces them off one another. Sucks on them, creating a vacuum with her mouth. Increasing the pressure.

  I shudder, focus all my energy on not blowing my load. She senses this and relaxes the pressure while still continuing to suck. With my balls in her mouth she lays my cock on top of her face alongside her nose. She takes my cock in her hand and strokes it. Lets my balls fall from her mouth.

  She scoots back and smiles up at me, a mocking, “I own you” smile. She is still on her knees. She is still stroking my cock.

  My legs are trembling. My breath is ragged. The pressure is nearly unbearable. If she would just take me in her mouth I would cum within a matter of seconds and then I could die a happy man.

  “Please,” I say.

  “Please, what?”

  “Please suck my cock.”

  She tilts her head, eyes me with menace.

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

  Her glare softens. She seems to think about it for a moment. Then, to my dismay, she stands up and says, “Nah, I don’t think so. You haven’t earned it yet.”

  Her hand is still on my cock and she uses it to drag me towards the bed. My pants are still down around my ankles so I have to shuffle madly to keep from falling.

  I start to beg her again but she turns and slaps me in the face.

  “Shut up,” she says. “Did I tell you to speak to me?”

  I shake my head.

  “That’s right.” She turns me and pushes me down onto the bed. “So you just take your clothes off and lie down on your back and get ready to make yourself useful.”

  “Yes mistress.”

  I do as I am told, slipping out of my clothes while she goes over and has another glass of wine. She ignores me completely, as though I’m not even there, and this just turns me on even more. Finally I’m naked. I climb onto the bed and adjust myself so I am lying in the middle. The moment of truth is almost here. And I can hardly wait.

  She dusts off her glass of wine and slips out of her dress and turns towards me, allowing me full access to her body. Fully naked now, I get the see it in all its splendor, taking it in as a whole. Beautiful face, graceful neck, perfect tits, thin waist, wide hips, neatly trimmed bush, muscled but not muscular legs. Even her feet were perfect, right down to her toenails which are painted bright red.

  She is just standing there, towering over me, when she starts to play with her pussy. At first just rubbing it, then sticking one finger in, then two. Sliding in and out, the wetness building, becoming more and more slippery, occasionally pulling her fingers out to stick them in her mouth and suck off the juices before diving back in for more. She stares directly at me while she plays with herself, as if daring me stand up and take control. But I don’t fall for the trap. Instead I just start to play with myself, preparing my cock for what’s to come.

  “Don’t fucking touch yourself,” she says. “Just let it sit there.”

  I reluctantly do as I’m told.

  And then she’s moving towards the bed, towards me. She’s taken to rubbing her clit but her eyes still haven’t strayed from mine.