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  He had a sudden bout of regret and tried to slide over to the side of the couch. “I can’t do this,” he said under his breath.

  But I was having none of it. I maintained a tight grip on his cock and moved with him, laughing softly at his feeble attempts to get away. “It’s fine,” I said. “Really. You don’t have to pretend like you don’t want it. Penny won’t know.”

  “But I will,” he said.

  “So what?” I said. “Are you married to her yet?”

  “No, but—”

  “But nothing,” I said. “It’s just a little harmless fun.”

  “I don’t know . . .” he said again. But again his tone wasn’t convincing at all. And he’d stopped trying to squirm away.

  “Come on,” I said, looking up at him from behind his cock. “Don’t be so selfish. You have such a beautiful cock. It’s not fair that Penny should get it all to herself.”

  He didn’t have any comeback so I figured he was over it.

  “That’s better,” I said. “Now sit back and let me do my thing. I’m pretty good at it, you know.”

  “Yeah, I can tell,” he said.

  I took that as my cue to continue, so I did.

  I undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down until they were around his ankles, then popped his cock back into my mouth, taking it halfway down a couple of times to get myself warmed up, then took the whole thing in my mouth.

  His cock was huge, bigger than anyone I’d ever deepthroated before, but I eventually got it all the way down. The tip pressed up against the back of my throat and the shaft filled me entirely, choking off my breath.

  He muttered a wordless grunt as I held his cock deep in my throat for four, five, six seconds before pulling off with a gasp and a deep intake of breath.

  “Goddammit,” he said, his voice soft and amazed.

  “You like that?” I said, looking up at him, tears leaking out of my eyes, jerking him off the whole time I was talking to him. “You like it when I deepthroat that huge cock of yours?”

  He nodded.

  “Penny can’t do that to your cock, can she?”

  He shook his head.

  “I can do a whole lot of things Penny can’t do,” I said, “Or won’t do.”

  “Like what?” he said, his reluctance completely gone now, having been taken over by the animalistic needs of his inner self.

  “Like take it in the ass,” I said, still jerking him off.

  “You like getting fucked in the ass?”

  “I don’t like it, I said. “I love it.”

  I could see him getting excited at the thought. And I could feel it too as it stiffened even further in my hand.

  “And that’s not all,” I said, slapping his cock against my tongue a couple of times.

  “What else do you like?” he said.

  “I like getting slapped around,” I said. “I like it rough and intense, with lots of aggression. Slapping, choking, spitting, that sort of thing.”

  “Is that right?”

  I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded my head. Then I took his cock in my mouth and gave it a couple of good sucks before popping it back out.

  “Is there anything else you like?” he said.

  “The real question is whether or not there’s anything I don’t like,” I said.

  “Is there?”

  “Not that I’ve come across yet,” I said. “But of course, with you being Penny’s boyfriend and all . . .”

  “Oh yeah, Penny,” he said as though he’d forgotten all about her.

  And he probably had. I tend to have that effect on men. Especially when I had their cock in my mouth.

  “So for now, you don’t get anything more than a blowjob,” I said. “Although, I might let you cum in my mouth if you ask real nice.”

  “Can I please cum in your mouth,” he said, not missing a beat.

  “Sure,” I said. “But we have to finish up here pretty quick. We wouldn’t want Penny walking in on us, now would we?”

  He shook his head. “No we wouldn’t. So hurry up and get back to work.”

  “Oh, and a little attitude to boot,” I said, smiling wickedly. “I like to see that in a man.”

  “You do, huh?” he said, climbing to his feet. “What about men that take charge?”

  “I like that too,” I said. “Especially when they fuck my face.”

  “Well I think I can help you out there,” Karl said. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up until it was right in front of his cock. “Open your mouth,” he said.

  I did as I was told. “Like this?”

  “Exactly like that,” he said. Then he stuck his cock into my mouth, pumping his hips back and forth violently, his hands on the back of my head, grabbing my hair, totally controlling me.

  His huge cock filled up my mouth as he gave me the entire length of his shaft, making me gag, his balls slapping up against my chin, saliva leaking out of my mouth and down onto the carpet.

  “Holy fucking shit,” he said, his thrusts growing more aggressive, more frenzied as he approached orgasm.

  My hand had made its way down to my pussy and I was rubbing my clit, heightening the sensation for me. I loved having a cock in my mouth, but sometimes you need a little something extra on top of it.

  He’d been fucking my face for a little more than a minute when his body tensed up and then released. He uttered something low and unintelligible as his cum exploded into the back of my mouth and down my throat.

  It was a big load, worthy of his cock but I swallowed it down with ease while his cock was still in my mouth.

  I pulled his cock out and licked the tip, getting him to shudder a bit, then reluctantly let his cock go.

  “Well, what did you think?” I said, smiling up at him.

  “I think you’re a fucking superstar,” he said.

  I laughed. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

  “Thanks,” he said.

  “Now pull your pants back up and make it look like nothing happened here,” I said as I climbed to my feet. “Penny will be back any minute.”

  “Oh yeah, Penny,” he said for the second time on the evening. He pulled his pants up. “I almost forgot.”

  “Not almost,” I said, heading for the hallway that led to my room. “You did forget. But you’d better keep her in mind and put me out of yours for the rest of the night, otherwise we’re both going to be in big trouble.”

  “I hear that,” he said as zipped up his fly and buckled his belt. He grabbed what was left of his wine and sat down on the couch just as I disappeared into my room.

  The sound of Penny’s keys entering the lock came less than a minute later. By this time she entered I was in the kitchen, working on fixing myself some dinner. I was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, showing no skin whatsoever.

  “Hey Penny,” Karl said, standing up to meet her. His voice was a little shaky but otherwise he seemed to be acting pretty normal.

  “Hi honey,” she replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late. I had to run to work to take care of something.”

  “No problem,” Karl said.

  “I hope Kendra didn’t treat you too rudely while I was gone,” Penny said, flashing a knowing smile over at me. “She can be a bit of a bitch sometimes.”

  “Takes one to know one,” I said, shooting her the same smile right back.

  “No, not at all,” Karl said. “She was very polite.”

  “Polite, huh?” Penny said, her smile changing to something else. “That’s not like you, Kendra. What are you up to?”

  “Nothing.” I replied. “He seems like a nice guy. I didn’t want to scare him off, that’s all.”

  “Uh-huh,” she said dismissively. Then, to Karl, “Are you ready to go?”

  “Whenever you are,” he said, standing up.

  “See you later,” Penny said to me as they made their way to the door.

  “Bye,” I replied. The door closed and they were gone.
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  I was sitting on the couch watching a movie and into my sixth glass of wine when Penny made it home around midnight.

  “So how did it go?” I said.

  “Pretty well,” Penny said, grabbing my glass and drinking from it. “He was a little distracted, but that was to be expected.”

  “You can’t really blame him,” I said. “After all, he’s probably never got a blow job from his girlfriend’s roommate before, especially right before he went on a date.”

  “I seriously doubt that he has,” Penny said, not phased in the least at what had come out of my mouth. Nor should she have been. The whole thing had been her idea, after all. “So how was he?”

  “He was pretty good,” I replied. “A nice huge cock, just like you said. But he didn’t really last all that long.”

  “Yeah, it’s funny, he can go all night when he’s been drinking,” Penny said. “But when he’s sober he can get a little too excited too soon.”

  “Then I guess we’d better make sure we get him drunk before we jump his bones next time,” I said. “We want to make the night last, right?”

  “For sure,” Penny replied, smiling as she laid her head on my shoulder.

  I grabbed the wine glass from her and finished it. Then I climbed to my feet and help out my hand.

  “Are you ready for a nightcap?” I asked.

  “Absolutely,” she said, grabbing my hand.

  I helped her out of the couch and led her into the back room, where our vast array of toys were waiting.

  Don’t get me wrong, boys are nice, but girls always know how to please each other. And Penny and I had lots of experience. After all, that’s what roommates are for.

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  JUST A HINT OF ANAL

  SEX WITH STRANGERS: VOLUME FOUR

  JT HOLLAND

  It was a Friday night and I was at an Irish Pub a few blocks from my house, drinking some beers and scoping out the women. The pub was a popular hangout for the local college kids, a place to come at the end of the night and throw down a few beers before heading back home. They had a reputation for not looking to closely at ID’s, plus cheap prices and a reasonably comfortable atmosphere.

  I was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a collared shirt. Nothing close to my normal attire, but perfect for the occasion. I’d scored many times in just such an outfit; it seemed to attract the kind of young women that inevitably ended up at this specific location on these nights.

  But tonight it looked like I was going to strike out. I’d had a few beers and so far hadn’t really gotten anywhere and was considering hanging it up for the night. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was pushing 1AM and decided to have one last beer before tapping out. It turned out to be a great decision.

  I ordered a Killian’s from the bartender and sat down at the bar. I had just taken my first drink when I saw a young woman enter that was utterly unlike anyone else that I’d ever seen in the place.

  She was of Latin descent, with long, silky, dark brown hair and olive skin. Young, in her early twenties at the oldest, with a gorgeous face; big brown eyes, full lips, sultry nose, and lots of makeup, especially around the eyes.

  She was wearing a pink sweater that barely covered her ass and showed off her ridiculous body. Tall and thin and fit but still soft, with curvy hips, a plump ass and firm, full breasts.

  On her feet she had black leather knee-high boots, making her already long legs look like they went on forever. And to top things off her toe and finger nails were painted black.

  She was gorgeous and sexy and slutty and incredible. Absolutely perfection.

  She’d come in alone, looking around the place as though she was searching for someone specific. It quickly became apparent that whoever she was supposed to meet here hadn’t showed up. And without a good reason to stay, she wasn’t going to be in the pub for long at all; it just wasn’t her kind of place. I knew I needed to act fast. So I scooped up my beer and headed over towards her.

  I decided to test my theory in the most straight-forward way possible. Walking up to her, I simply said: “Do you want to go back to my place and fuck?”

  “Are you serious?” she asked, speaking like she wasn’t all that surprised to hear that exact question, like she’d been asked it a hundred times before.

  “As a heart-attack,” I replied.

  She looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat, her mouth turned up in a little smirk. “I don’t know, buddy,” she said. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not really my type.”

  “What about this?” I asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her hand down towards my cock, which was already a little chubby and by no means on the small side. “Is this your type?”

  “Perhaps,” she said. “But I’ve come across many guys in my life with big cocks. Most of them don’t know how to use them.”

  “Well I can assure you that I do,” I replied.

  “Maybe you do,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you can give me what I need.”

  “And what is that, exactly?”

  She looked at me sideways, dismissing me. “If you have to ask then you probably can’t deliver.”

  “If you’re talking about an aggressive pounding, you might be surprised. Deep down I’m a pretty fucked-up guy.”

  “Yeah, I doubt that,” she said, drinking from her beer.

  “Why?” I asked. “Because I don’t have any tattoos or piercings?”

  “That’s part of it,” she said.

  “And the other?”

  She shrugged. “For one, you’re dressed like a yuppie.”

  “That’s because I’m playing a part.”

  “And what part is that?”

  “A wolf in sheep’s clothing,” I said, taking a drink from my glass. “It’s a little game I like to play.”

  She turned her head towards me, suddenly more interested. “How does it go?”

  “It’s simple,” I said, taking advantage of her interest to hop up onto the stool on the other side of her table. “I dress up like a nice, normal, everyday prude to attract a certain kind of girl.”

  “What kind is that?”

  “The cute, innocent little college that are always running around this place. Like her,” I said, pointing out a little blonde in a sundress, smiling widely and acting all shy. “Or her.” I pointed to a long-haired brunette wearing a skirt and sorority sweatshirt. “I make them think I’m a nice, normal guy, just looking to screw around a little bit.”

  “And then?” she asked, clearly interested.

  I finished off my beer and flashed her an evil little smile. “Then I give them a night they’ll never forget, even if they want to. But it also ends up being a night they’ll dream about for the rest of their lives, even if they won’t admit it.”

  She chuckled and finished off the rest of her beer.

  “Tell me you’re not at least a little intrigued,” I said.

  “I have to admit, I’m a tad bit curious,” she replied. “But I still really doubt that you can give me what I need.”

  “Maybe not,” I said. “But what’s the worst that can happen if you give me a chance? You come away a little disappointed?”

  “Or worse yet, unsatisfied,” she said.

  “Which was probably going to happen anyway,” I said.

  “What makes you say that?”

  “Well, you obviously came here looking for someone that wasn’t here. And you’re clearly disappointed about that. And you’re sure as not going to find what you need at this place if you decide to pass on my offer and stick around.”

  “True enough,” she said.

  “So the way I figure it, you’ve got nothing to lose.”

  “As much as I hate to admit it, I think you’re right.”

  “Then let’s go back to my place,” I said, slamming the rest of my beer. “It’s only a few blocks away. I’m Mike, by the way.”

  “I’m Isabella,” she said. “But you can just call me
Bella.”

  “Okay then, Bella, let’s rock.”

  I took her hand and we left the bar.

  #

  “I’m guessing you like things a little rough,” I said as we walked along the sidewalk towards my house.

  “More than a little,” she said.

  “That’s what I figured. What about control?” I asked.

  “What about it?”

  “Do you like to have it or relinquish it.”

  “Both,” she said. “It all depends on my mood.”

  “And what kind of mood are you in tonight?”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all if you took charge,” Bella said. “I kind of feel like being told what to do.” She flashed me a dirty little smile. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

  “It would be my pleasure,” I said, smiling back.

  “And don’t take it easy on me,” she said. “I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever you can dish out.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said, fighting the urge to lick my lips in excitement.

  A couple minutes later we came to my door. I unlocked it, opened it, and let Bella in. After closing and locking the door behind her, I grabbed her arm and spun her around, right there in the living room.

  “Get on your knees,” I said as I undid my belt and zipper, pulled off my pants and boxers and tossed them aside.

  Bella did as she was told without hesitation. She was looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, desperate to please. My already hard cock was sticking straight out, practically poking her in the eye.

  “Now suck my dick.”

  Bella opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my cock and started bobbing back and forth on the head while her hand worked the shaft.

  I grabbed her wrists, yanked her hands from my cock and forced them down to her side. “No hands,” I said. “Just use your mouth.”

  Bella’s head bobbed faster and faster on my cock. Spittle ran down her chin and onto the floor. Gagging sounds escaped from her throat.

  “That’s right,” I said. “Just like that.”