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  On the bed, Holly now has both tits hanging out of her shirt. They are glorious specimens, perfectly proportioned, especially perky. They bounce naturally as she continues to fuck herself, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving quickly in and out, in and out, stretching out her snatch, her moans growing more intense, her entire body moving in time with her thrusts. She sees me watching and smiles and pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. With her other hand she slaps at her pussy, once, twice, three times, her body convulsing slightly with every slap.

  Theresa slides my cock out of her mouth and turns her head towards Holly. “Stop playing with yourself and get over here.”

  Holly pulls her fingers out of her pussy and climbs off the bed.

  “Get on your knees,” Theresa says.

  Holly does as she’s ordered.

  “Now crawl,” Theresa says.

  Holly begins to crawl over towards us. Her back is arched and her ass is sticking up in the air. Theresa sees me watching Holly.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Theresa asks.

  “Yeah,” I managed to say through a parched throat.

  Theresa laughs and continues to jerk me off as Holly arrives.

  Now I have two gorgeous, scantily-clad sluts between my legs. I think it can’t get any better than this. And then it does. Holly and Theresa start kissing inches away from my cock, which by now feels like it’s going to burst out of its seams.

  They make out for a few seconds, getting into it, tongues deep in each others throat, grabbing each others tits, and then Holly is moving down Theresa’s body, kissing her neck, then sucking on one of her nipples. Theresa grabs Holly’s fingers—the ones she had in her pussy a minute ago—and sticks them in her mouth, sucking the juices clean. With her free hand she grabs my cock and starts stroking it. Then she moves on from her friend and again sticks my cock with her mouth.

  Communicating via some primal methodology beyond speech, Holly detaches from Theresa’s tits and slides in closer to me, running her finger up my leg as she moves. She cups her hand around my balls and fondles them as Theresa continues sucking my cock.

  Then Holly arches her back further and takes one of my balls in her mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then with more force, rattling it around in her mouth, popping it in and out, then switching balls and giving it the same treatment. Theresa slides up onto the couch so she’s sitting next to me, giving them each more room to work. She digs down deeper on my cock, moving quickly up and down, her lips creating a tight seal, as Holly works both of my balls into her mouth. The pressure is growing as each girl works her own brand of magic. I try to relax but the sensations are too powerful, too wonderful.

  I look down and see nothing but the back of Theresa’s head. She has completely engulfed my cock. I look at the mirror across the room and can see the back of Holly’s head in the reflection. She’s completely engulfed my balls. I imagine their lips are touching in the middle.

  “Oh. My. God.” I say. I take a deep breath, let it out as slowly as I can.

  Theresa slides my cock out of her mouth, spits on it, jerks it some more. Holly is still going to town on my balls.

  I feel guilty, like I should be returning the favor, so I reach over and start rubbing the Theresa’s pussy through her panties. She immediately starts soaking through them. She bites on her bottom lip, starts to moan, then leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat while still stroking my cock. I slide my fingers inside her panties and start working on her pussy proper, rubbing up and down on her swollen lips. She breathes harder and starts moving against my fingers. She’s soaking wet. She leans back a bit, changing the angle, allowing my fingers to easily slide into her pussy. I hold them there, rigid, while she gently bounces up and down on them, harder and harder, her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, her breath growing more ragged, until finally she stops and lets out a shuddering breath. She slips off of my fingers, grabs them, and sticks them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them one by one.

  When she’s finished tasting herself she grabs a handful of Holly’s hair and pulls her head up.

  “Sit on his cock,” Theresa says.

  Holly giggles and looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes are huge as she wraps her hand around the bottom of my shaft and wiggles her way up. She straddles me and strokes my cock while her pussy hovers directly above it. Still firmly grasping my shaft, she sticks the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and rubs them against each other for a moment before finally sliding my dick into her. She starts to bounce on my dick, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, her shaved pussy tight but soaking wet, her tits jiggling. She leans into me and sticks her titties in my face. I grab them, start working the nipples, then stick one of them in my mouth and start to suck. She moans in pleasure and starts riding me even harder, her hands grasping the back of the couch to add leverage.

  Theresa stands up on the couch and pushes my head deeper into the cushions, then tilts it back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then she throws one legs over me and straddles me and sits on my face, all but smothering me. She grinds against my face, allowing me just enough air to breath, her juicy wetness drenching me. I stick me tongue out and she rides it with her pussy, moaning the whole time, grinding harder and harder against me while Holly rides my cock like a Bronco, bouncing on it faster and faster. Holly’s high-pitched yelps as she slams against me combined with Theresa’s deeper, more guttural growls of pleasure create a cacophony of pleasure that excites me even further, pushing me closer to climax, which at this point is mere seconds away.

  Theresa seems to sense how close I am, as she slides off my face. “Not yet you don’t,” she says as she climbs off the couch. “You don’t get to cum until after you fuck me.”

  Theresa grabs Holly by the hair and pulls her off my cock.

  “My turn,” Theresa says. She throws Holly aside and climbs astride me, impaling herself on my cock.

  Theresa’s pussy is glorious; not as tight as Holly’s but even more wet. She works my cock slowly, moving up and down with well-practiced assurance. She sits atop me like a conquering hero, staring down at me, her face serious, all business, her brown hair spilling over her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. With her hands on my chest for leverage, she grinds on my cock, owning me, using me for her own pleasure. Which is perfectly fine by me.

  “Grab my tits,” she says.

  I obey, one hand on each. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful, firm and perky.

  “Squeeze them,” she says.

  Again I obey.

  “Harder,” she says. “Like you mean it.”

  I squeeze as hard as I can, her nipples between my fingers. Still bouncing on my cock, she moans and starts to shake. I squeeze harder. She bounces some more than slams down into me one last time and then sits there with my cock deep inside her, shuddering and moaning and breathing deeply and shuddering some more as I squeeze her tits even tighter, and then she closes her eyes and arches back and lets out one more deep groan and a final orgasmic shudder and then takes a moment to catch her breath. She slides off me, stands up, grabs my cock with her hand, and pulls me off the couch.

  Holly is on her hands and knees on the bed, waiting for me, her ass sticking up and facing me.

  Theresa leads me to Holly like a horse to water, her hand still wrapped around my cock. And then I’m my thighs are up against the edge of the bed. I’m standing over Holly, staring down at her perfect, willing, waiting body, my rock hard cock poised mere centimeters from her glistening pussy. Holly has turned her head to look at me. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching me, waiting to get fucked.

  Theresa drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth, bobbing on the tip a couple times while jerking my shaft, getting my cock all wet and slippery and hard. She releases my cock and spins around and starts licking Holly’s pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then Theresa moves aside, leaving the way open for me.

 
I slide my cock into Holly’s dripping wet pussy. She gasps and moves her ass back against me, pushing my cock in deeper, holds it there for a moment, and shudders just a bit.

  With my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I start to work her pussy, moving slowly in and out of her, giving her my entire cock, from the tip of the head to the back of shaft. Theresa has stood up and taken a position behind me, rubbing up against my back, her left arm wrapped around me, her hand caressing my pectoral muscle.

  “Harder,” Theresa whispers in my ear, her voice seductive and nasty. “Fuck her harder.”

  I start working it faster and faster, until her ass is slamming up against me and she’s groaning with every thrust.

  “Spread her ass,” Theresa says. “I want to see her gape.”

  I do as instructed, spreading Holly’s cheeks apart, widening her pussy.

  Holly is completely into it; her palms are flat on the bed and her elbows locked, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy her hair lying on her back, beckoning me. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair.

  “That’s right,” Theresa says, her voice getting nastier with every word. “Now yank it back.”

  I do as I’m told.

  Holly yelps and starts to moan louder as her back arches even further. The leverage is great now and I’m pounding her pussy deeper than ever before, her tight ass bouncing against me with increased rapidity and pressure, her moans growing ever faster and more intense.

  “That’s right,” Theresa says. “Fuck her. Harder. Punish her. Make her your bitch.”

  Her words turn me on even more and I crank back on Holly’s hair, nearly yanking back off the bed, but still I pound away, slamming into her pussy, going deeper, deeper, deeper as Theresa continues to egg me on, practically shouting at me now.

  “Fuck her harder,” Theresa says. “She can take it.” With every thrust she says it again.

  “Harder.”

  Thrust.

  “Harder!”

  Thrust.

  “Harder!!”

  And then I can’t take it anymore and I say, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.”

  “Cum on her,” Theresa says. “All over her back.”

  And with Theresa egging me on I’m pulling my cock out of Holly’s pussy and she turns her head and looks at me and smiles and I can’t take it anymore and I spasm and feel a great release of tension and then my seed is squirting all over her back, once, twice, three times, long arching streams reaching her neck.

  And then I’m shuddering. jerking the last few drops out of my cock, milking it, while Theresa comes around and makes her way onto the bed and starts lapping up the small pools of milky liquid that have gathered in the hollows of Holly’s back. I shake my head and watch as Theresa collect all my cum in her mouth. She flips Holly on her back and climbs until her face is above Holly’s and lets the sperm drip from her mouth into Holly’s waiting mouth. Then Theresa they switch positions and Holly returns the favor, letting the sperm drip back into Theresa’s mouth and then they kiss, sharing my cum between them. It ends up in Holly’s mouth and she looks at me and smiles and swallows it down.

  Theresa and Holly giggle and I shake my head, disgusted a little bit but turned on too, then sigh and head over to the couch to pour a couple glasses of wine for the girls. I hand them the wine and head into the bathroom to rinse my face with water. By the time I get out the girls have downed their wine and started collecting their clothes. I grab my wallet, drop a thousand dollars on the table near the door and bid them goodbye.

  No hassles, no weirdness, no bullshit. Just sex. Straight up. Just the way I like it. Escorts. Don’t leave home without them.

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  SLUT WITH A CAPITAL S

  DIRK ROCKWELL

  Let me tell you a little bit about Rachel.

  She doesn’t look like much; pretty cute but not especially sexy, five and half feet tall, innocent-looking face, shoulder length dirty blonde hair that’s usually in a ponytail, just a hint of makeup, a hundred and thirty pounds, no real tits to speak of, a decent but not incredible body. And on top of all that she’s a sweet girl, never a bad word about anyone, smiling at random people on the street, polite to everyone she meets. Looking at her from the outside you’d never imagine the depths of depravity that churn inside her.

  Because once you get her in the sack she’s a freak with a capital F, willing to do whatever, whenever, wherever. Slapping, spanking, bondage, femdom, anal, everything. Whether you feel like getting dominated or taking control, getting smothered by her pussy or deepthroated, getting fucked in the ass or dunking her head in the toilet, she’s game. Every time. Without having to worry about any awkwardness afterwards.

  In other words, she’s my dream come true.

  I first met her through my old college roommate, Dave. I was coming off the heels of a horrible break-up, having just found out that my fiancé of two years had been sleeping with multiple guys behind my back pretty much since the day we got engaged. It was my first long-term relationship and I was devastated. I didn’t want to leave the house, let alone go out with my friends and get drunk and hit on some other chicks. But my old pal Dave told me that he knew just the thing to cure my ills.

  At first I wasn’t sure. Dave has a bit of a reputation as a player and he isn’t real selective about women. But after some convincing (aided by a shitload of Jack Daniels) I agreed to give it a shot. So Dave called her up right then and set up a date for the next evening.

  “I promise you won’t regret it,” Dave said as he poured us another round of shots. “In fact I guarantee you’ll thank me later.”

  “We’ll see,” I told him, still not convinced that this was something I wanted to do.

  “Come on, Mark,” he said. “Have I ever led you down the wrong path before?”

  I just glared at him. A good two-thirds of my bad decisions could be directly traced to Dave’s influence.

  “Okay, forget about that last part,” Dave said. “But trust me on this one. You’ll be thanking me afterwards.”

  “Yeah, yeah, you already said that. Now let’s start drinking.”

  “Start? What have we been doing for the last hour?”

  “Getting warmed up.”

  Dave laughed and we both downed our shots.

  #

  The next night I show up at Rachel’s house right on time, dressed in a nice shirt and slacks, ready for a date. After taking a couple minutes to convince myself I want to do this, I step out of my car and head towards her door and ring the bell.

  She answers the door wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Her hair is still wet, as though she’s just stepped out of the shower.

  “I take it you’re Dave’s friend?” she asks.

  “Yeah,” I say. “I’m Mark.”

  “Hey Mark, nice to meet you,” Rachel says, opening the door a little wider. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”

  I hesitate for a moment but eventually head in, figuring there’s really nothing else I can do. She doesn’t seem concerned that she’s not dressed properly so I’m not either.

  I grab a seat on the couch, figuring she’s going to go back into her room and put on some clothes. But much to my surprise, she sits down next to me, her leg practically touching mine.

  “So, Dave says you just had a bad breakup.”

  “Yeah,” I say. “I found out my fiancé was cheating on me.”

  “That sucks,” Rachel says. “I’m sorry.”

  I shrug my shoulders, playing it off like I don’t care. “What can you do? Life goes on.”

  “Yes it does,” Rachel says. “And lucky for you, you have a friend like Dave to help pull you out of the doldrums.”

  “Yeah, he’s a nice guy,” I say.

  “Well, I don’t know if I’d describe him as nice,” Rachel says, laughing softly. “But he certainly is a good person to be friends with.”

  “How do you know him?” I ask.

  “Through mutual friends,” Rachel says. “We hav
e some of the same interests, so we got to know each other a bit. But enough about Dave, this night is about us.”

  “Okay then,” I said.

  “I don’t know what you had in mind for tonight, but I kind of had my heart set on things going in a specific direction.”

  “And what direction is that?”

  Rachel flashes a smile. “Well, I figured we should get to know each other a little better. And I’ve always found the best way to do that is have sex.”

  My eyes widen slightly but I do my best to play off my surprise. “Really?” I manage to say.

  Still smiling, Rachel nods. “I hope that’s okay.”

  “Well, yeah, that’s great,” I say. “I just . . . well, I guess I wasn’t really expecting tonight to go like this, that’s all.”

  “Yeah, I like to do things a bit different than most girls,” she says, her smile growing wider.

  “I can tell,” I reply, laughing softly.

  “So, if you don’t mind,” Rachel says as she climbs to her feet. “I’m going to get things started and we’ll just take it from there.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I say, butterflies going crazy in my stomach.

  As I sit on the couch, watching intently, Rachel slips out of her robe, leaving her completely naked, then walks over towards the other side of the room and grabs ahold of her purse from a nearby table. Digging into it, she pulls out a 8-inch long dildo. Smiling, she sticks it in her mouth, sucking on it for a little while then taking it nearly halfway down and holding it in her throat for a few seconds before letting it slide back out.

  I shake my head softly and remind myself to thank Dave as soon as this night is over. This is even more than I could have ever hoped for.

  After Rachel catches her breath, she sticks the dildo back into her mouth and sucks on it some more, bobbing her head forward and back, gradually making more of it disappear, until finally she engulfs the entire thing. She holds the dildo in her mouth, deepthroating it for a full ten seconds before pulling off.

  Now that the dildo is nice and lubed up, Rachel drops to the floor and spreads her legs and slips it into her pussy. Staring directly at me, Rachel bangs herself with the dildo, gradually increasing the speed and depth until she’s hammering it in and out herself, making it disappear with every thrust.