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  She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them there.

  He goes back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.

  She’s practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place despite everything forcing them down.

  Eric is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

  Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.

  Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

  It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.

  “Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.

  Jasmine nods.

  “Beg for it,” Eric says.

  “Please fuck me,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

  Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.

  He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

  “Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

  His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.

  “Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

  Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

  By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

  Eric releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.

  She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.

  He pulls his hand from her mouth and wraps it around her throat.

  “You like that?” he says. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

  She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.

  Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

  Jasmine’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Eric suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.

  He lets go of her throat.

  Jasmine gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

  They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.

  And then, just like, Eric is ready to cum.

  He scrambles up towards her, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.

  It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Jasmine swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.

  Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.

  “You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.

  “I told you before,” she says. “I’m the filthiest.”

  “You certainly are,” he says, marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.

  As if reading his mind, Jasmine reaches over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.

  She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.

  He’s done. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind. At least for the short term. He’s completely spent, in more ways than one.

  “That’s it,” Eric says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”

  Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.

  “Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”

  “There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”

  She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you want.”

  “I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”

  “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys put me through.”

  “Really? Like what?”

  She waves her hand dismissively. “You don’t want to know.”

  “Actually I do,” he says. “Consider it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth for the next few minutes.”

  Jasmine laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”

  “So tell me about what these other guys do to you.”

  “Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”

  “And you enjoy it all?”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do if it were up to me.”

  “Is it ever up to you?”

  “Sure,” she says. “There are plenty of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of the stuff I mentioned before.”

  “People actually pay you to do those things to them?”

  “Absolutely,” she says with a smile.

  Eric laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”

  “More than anything in the world.”

  “I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”

 
“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”

  “So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”

  “Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”

  “What about other women?”

  “I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”

  “So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”

  “I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

  “And you such a professional,” he says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her body, hiding it for good on this night.

  “That’s what I pride myself on.” Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.

  He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.

  “Thanks, hon,” she says, walking towards him.

  “My pleasure,” he says.

  She stops to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out the door and disappears around the corner.

  “Which is going to be sooner than it should be,” he says under his breath.

  Eric closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling that it will all be worth it.

  He’s right on both counts.

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  THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT PICKS UP A STRANGER

  MISTY ROSE

  Although I generally tend to stick with men I already know (and therefore, know what to expect) sometimes my needs point in another direction. Sometimes I just need to pick up a stranger and see what happens from there. There’s always the chance of disappointment, but sometimes that’s part of the thrill too. Like tonight, for example. I just need to get some strange. So I head downtown and make my way over to a swanky hotel that was hosting a big charity get-together that evening. It ended an hour ago and I’ve spent the time since in the bar, getting drunk and waiting for the right man to appear.

  At just before 10PM, he does. He’s in his mid-twenties, tall, dark and handsome, dressed in a suit, sitting alone and drinking a Killian’s. He’s almost done with his beer, so I order myself an appletini and another Killian’s and head over to his table.

  “Here by yourself?” I ask before sitting down.

  Smiling carefully up at me, he nods.

  “Care for some company?” I say.

  “Sure,” he replies. “Why not?”

  So I sit down next to him and hand him his beer.

  “I’m Misty,” I say.

  “I’m Jason,” he says.

  And we’re off.

  He’s not a very talkative guy, which is fine by me. I’m more concerned with other parts of him. So, after a few minutes of light small talk, we’ve finished our drinks.

  “How about nightcap?” I ask, flashing him a little smile.

  “What did you have in mind?” he replies.

  “Let’s go up to your room and find out.”

  I stand up and hold out my hand. After a moment of hesitation, Jason takes my hand and lets me help him out of his seat. Leading the way, I head towards the elevator and we take it to his floor.

  After we’re inside his hotel room, I stride over to Jason, staring directly at him with a serious look on my face. Before he knows what’s going on, I put my hands on his waist and squat down.

  “Okay, then,” he says, his breath growing more rapid.

  “Is this all right with you?” I say.

  Jason nods.

  “Good,” I say, going back to work.

  With my head at the same level as Jason’s groin, I undo his belt, pull it off and drop it to the floor. Meanwhile, he pulls his shirt off, giving me a good look of his six-pack abs.

  He watches intently I undo the top button of his jeans and pull down his zipper,, then slip his pants and boxers off, dropping them around his ankles, freeing up his cock. It’s rock-hard and sticking straight out with no sag at all.

  Jason lets out a soft sigh as I grab the base of his cock and start slowly stroking it while cupping his balls with my hand. Staring up at him the whole time, I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of his cock, starting at the base and working my way towards the tip.

  After I’ve run my tongue up the length of his cock, I spit on it and work the saliva in with my hand before taking it in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I suck on the tip of his cock, my head bobbing in short, quick strokes.

  While I suck his cock, I run my hands over Jason’s chest, touching his washboard stomach and healthy pectoral muscles, my fingers brushing his nipples. He takes a quick breath and I realize he likes this. So I tweak his nipples a little more, squeezing them with my fingers, our eyes locked together the whole time.

  “You like that, do you?” I say, pulling my mouth off his cock for a moment. “You like it when I play with your nipples.”

  Jason nods quickly.

  I smile. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” I say. “But right now I have more pressing business at hand.”

  I run my hands back down his stomach and grab ahold of his cock. After slapping his cock against my tongue a couple of times I take the head of it back in my mouth.

  After concentrating on the tip for a bit, I push my head forward, taking his cock three-quarters of the way into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back off.

  As I’m coming back in for more, Jason puts his hands on my head.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I say, grabbing his wrists and gently pushing them back to his side before going back to work.

  Jason’s cock is glistening with my saliva as I again start jerking him off. I drop my head down a little bit and lick his sack with my tongue before taking one of his balls in my mouth.

  Still jerking him off, I suck on one of his testicles, pulling on it, stretching his sack out until it pops out of my mouth, resulting in a low groan from him.

  “That feels good, doesn’t it?” I say, looking up at Jason.

  He nods desperately. He doesn’t look like he could speak even if he wanted to.

  Laughing, I move over to his other testicle, giving it the same treatment. After popping it out of my mouth too I release my hold on his balls and lift my head back up and go back to work on his cock.

  Staring up at him, I run my tongue up the entire length of Jason’s shaft, starting at the base and finishing at the tip. Then I slap it against my cheek a couple of times before slipping it in my mouth again, bobbing up and down on it, taking it halfway down every time. After blowing him for a good thirty seconds without pause, I pull my mouth off, gather up some saliva, and spit on his cock.

  “You like your blowjobs nice and wet, don’t you?” I say, using the accrued saliva to forcefully jerk him off.

  He nods again.

  “Yeah, I can tell,” I say. “The sloppier the better right?”

  “That’s right,” he says.

  Surprised by hearing him actually talk instead of just nod his head, I decide to reward him for it. After jerking him off a little more, I push Jason’s cock up, pressing it against his stomach and holding it there, sticking straight up, pointed at his face. Knowing from earlier that he enjoys getting his sack played with, I start sucking on his balls again, this time taking them both in my mouth at the same time.

  I suck on them and bounce them around in my mouth for a little while before wrapping my lips around his sack and yanking down on it hard enough that he utters a little moan of discomfort.

  I know that mo
an, I’ve hear it many times before. Yes, there’s discomfort, but there’s also pleasure. More of it than usual, as it’s magnified by the level of discomfort.

  Laughing to myself, I release Jason’s balls with a pop and they bounce back up.

  “Holy fuck that felt good,” he says, his breath ragged and huge smile on his face. And I know he means it, considering this is the most words he’s spit out since we started.

  “Yeah?” I say. “You liked that?”

  “I loved it,” Jason says.

  “So you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, huh?”

  “Apparently so,” he says. “I never knew until just now.”

  “Well, you’re in luck,” I say. “Because that happens to be what I specialize in.”

  “Is that right?” he says, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

  “It certainly is,” I say. “Do you want to experience more of it?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Then step right up,” I say, climbing to my feet. “And learn a little bit about the relationship between pleasure and pain.”

  I grab ahold of Jason’s cock and use it to lead him to the bed. Once there, I turn him around so his back is facing it, then push on his shoulders, dropping him down onto the bed, face up.

  Standing over him, looking down at Jason lying there, I play with my pussy, rubbing it until it’s nice and wet. Then I climb onto the bed and crawl up the length of his body until my pussy is hovering right above his head.

  With my knees on the bed and my calves tucked beneath my thighs, with one leg on either side of Jason’s head, I drop down, straddling his face. At first I didn’t move at all, content to simply smother him with my flesh, my pussy right on top of his mouth, digging in, forcing his tongue inside me.

  “That’s a good boy,” I say. “Get that tongue in there. Show me how good you are at eating pussy.”

  I sit there for a good 15 seconds while Jason struggles for breath beneath me before finally lifting my body up for a couple seconds to give him a chance to breathe.

  Sitting on his chest, staring down at him, my eyes locked onto his, I flash him a dirty smile. “You like that don’t you?”