Erotic Little Spinners - 8 Tales Of Dirty Sex Page 4

  “Well now you know.”

  “I certainly do.”

  “But you know what I like about you most of all?” she said.

  “What?”

  “You worship the ground I walk on.”

  “Come on, don’t give me that shit,” I said. “You must have thousands of guys that do that. And thousands more that would if they could.”

  “Did I mention your naïveté?” she said.

  “What? You don’t?”

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The fans, they’re pretty cool. Creepy as hell most of the time, but cool. They definitely worship me. But they worship anyone who will get naked and nasty on screen. It’s not me they worship, it’s their idea of me. Their idolized version of me. They don’t worship the real me. Not like you do. But in the industry I’m nothing more than a piece of meat. Tits and ass and three holes that are nothing but dollar signs.”

  “That sucks.”

  Heather shrugged. “It is what it is. As long as you understand the nature of the beast before you get into the industry it’s not that big of a deal. I use them to make money just like they use me.” She drained the rest of her water and tossed the bottle to the ground. “And speaking of using someone, are you ready to go yet?”

  “Again?”

  She scrunched her face into an exaggerated pout. “What, you don’t want to fuck me anymore?”

  “It’s not that I don’t want to,” I said. “It’s just that I don’t know if I can get it up again so soon.”

  “That’s all right,” Heather said. “You know why?”

  “No.”

  Her eyes were practically twinkling and the corner of her mouth was turned up in a sly little smile. “Because it doesn’t matter if your dick is hard while you’re eating my pussy.”

  #

  Even though it didn’t matter if my dick was hard, it still got hard pretty quickly. I’d never eaten a girl out before and was surprised at how much I liked it. The taste, the smell, the smoothness of Heather’s insides, the way she shuddered beneath me, her juices covering my face, the cries of pleasure coming from her mouth, the control I had over her while I was down there; it combined to turn me on in ways I’d never imagined.

  I started with just my tongue, licking her pussy from bottom to top, like I’d seen it done in the movies. After a couple minutes of this, I stuck my tongue inside her and began to explore, shifting positions and pressure based on the feedback I received from her, just as she’d taught me earlier in regards to my fingers.

  A moan here, a groan there, a loud yap every once in a while. Every sound was a clue, and getting to know what they meant came easier and easier. I was starting to understand what she meant when she’d said practice makes perfect.

  The longer I was down there the more she was getting into it, opening herself up more by holding her legs back, squirming up against my face, consistent sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth. I glanced up at her face and saw her head thrown back, eyes closed, teeth biting down on her bottom lip, hands playing with her tits.

  She saw me peeking and grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face further into her, holding my face up against her soaking wet pussy, forcing me to breathe her in. I stuck my tongue out and held it rigid inside her and she rode it, up and down, up and down, her body quivering with every thrust.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed, bucking faster and faster up against my face. “Right there, baby. Right there! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!”

  She relaxed the pressure on my head but didn’t let go of it, instead using my hair to pull me up to her face. She kissed me, licked her juices off my face, then kissed me some more. One of her hands went down to my cock and grabbed a hold of it and started stroking it.

  “That was so fucking hot,” she said, stroking my cock as she talked. Our faces were centimeters from each other, our eyes locked together. “You made me so fucking wet I can barely stand it. Are you ready to give me that hard cock again?”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then come on and give it to me,” she said, throwing her legs open and guiding my cock into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever, practically dripping with juices, and it accepted my cock with ease.

  “Oh my god,” Heather said. “That’s what I fucking need.”

  I began to fuck her, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, trying to take it slow. But she was so wet it was difficult and I found myself speeding up in spite of myself.

  I grabbed ahold of her left leg and threw it up over my shoulder then leaned into her and gave it to her, my elbows locked out, my face directly above hers.

  “That’s right,” she said, bucking up against me the whole time. “Fuck me hard. Show me what that fucking cock can do. Give me what I fucking need, baby, give me what I fucking need.”

  I drove into her a couple more times then leaned down and shot my tongue into her mouth, giving myself a moment to relax and catch my breath. Once I’d recovered enough to keep going, I shifted my body until I was up on my knees, giving me more leverage and putting less stress on my upper body.

  Heather threw her legs back, opening herself up even further, folding herself practically in half. She hooked her arms around her legs at the knees to hold them in place while I fucked her.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I laid into her, my hands on her tits and squeezing. “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!”

  And so I did, pounding her with everything I had, her little body squirming and shimmying beneath me as my cock moved in and out of her pussy, faster and faster, harder and harder, until I was ready to come.

  “Oh shit, oh shit,” I said.

  “Are you gonna cum?” Heather said.

  Breathlessly, I said, “Yeah.”

  “Cum inside me,” Heather said, still bouncing on my cock. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

  “Yeah?” I said.

  She nodded.

  So I did, my ass clenching tight then releasing, the built-up pressure leaving my body in a series of jerking spasm, my cock thrusting into her once, twice, three times as I shot my load into her pussy.

  After I was done I stayed inside her for a bit, staring down at her perfect body beneath me, her hands on my chest, a smile on her face, her breathing starting to come more regularly now. A few seconds later I pulled out and climbed off and laid down next to her on the bed.

  I looked up at the ceiling and thanked whoever was up there that had made this all possible.

  #

  We fucked twice more before I went back home, for a total of six times for the day. I’d never done anything remotely like it. Never fucked the same girl six times before, or ever even jerked off more than a couple times in a day. It was absolutely insane.

  And the best part about it? We still had 3 days until her parents were due back, all of which she planned to spend with me, assuming I could handle her for that long, of course.

  Only time would tell.

  #

  DAY TWO

  First of all, let me just say that today was even better than yesterday, something I hadn’t even dared to dream about. Don’t get me wrong, I was expecting another great day, but I wasn’t thinking it would be all that different than the day before. Maybe a couple different positions, a little bit more chemistry, a little bit less awkwardness on my part, but much the same tone and style and intensity. And that would have been perfectly fine with me. We could have done the exact same thing four days in a row and I would have been completely content. After all, people spend the whole lives having basically the same sex with the same person, and for the most part, they seemed satisfied with that. Certainly four days of sex with a pornstar would be incredible, even if all four days were virtually the same.

  But luckily for me Heather had other plans. She wasn’t satisfied with just teaching me the ropes; she wanted to make me an expert in bed. Or so she claimed. Whatever her reasons, I wasn
’t going to argue with her. Not after what we did together. It was so far beyond what I had hoped for it was ridiculous. The greatest day ever. The kind of day every kid dreams about and every man wishes he had to look back on.

  #

  You would think that after having sex six times the previous day I’d be worn out. You’d be wrong. Not only was I rearing to go from the moment I woke up this morning, I could barely even contain myself. School seemed even more boring and lame than usual, and I was so distracted that I ditched my final two classes so I get over to Heather’s house that much sooner. I figured I only had 3 more days with her, why waste even a fraction of one of them at school?

  She was watching TV when I knocked on the back door. Smiling, she climbed up off the couch and let me in. She was wearing pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. She didn’t have any makeup on and her hair was done back in a ponytail. Not that it mattered. My dick got hard just looking at her.

  “A bit early today, aren’t you?” she said.

  “School just didn’t seem that important today. Especially when I had a real education waiting for me.”

  Heather smiled and closed the door then took my hand and led me towards the couch. “So I take it you didn’t wake up today with any reservations about what happened yesterday?”

  “The only thing I woke up with today was morning wood,” I said.

  She laughed. “Morning wood? After what we did yesterday?”

  I nodded.

  “I must admit, that’s pretty impressive.”

  “Not as impressive as you are.”

  “In this getup?” she said. “Hell, I look like the Wicked Witch of the West.”

  “What are you talking about,” I said. “You look hot as hell.”

  “Don’t give me that shit,” she said. “Here, sit down and I’ll go put on something a little more sexy.”

  She turned and started to walk away but I grabbed her hand. “I’m serious. You look great. Perfect.”

  “Really?”

  “Would I lie?”

  “All men lie,” Heather said. Her tone was harsh but she had a playful little grin on her face. “But there’s one thing that doesn’t.”

  “Oh yeah?” I said, pretty sure where this was going but playing along anyway. “And what’s that?”

  She reached down and grabbed my cock, which was pushing against the fabric of my jeans with painful insistence.

  “Nope, you’re not lying,” she said.

  “I told you.”

  “Of course, being that you’re an 18-year old boy, a boner is just the default state of your cock.”

  “That’s true,” I offered. “But you can’t hold that against me.”

  “I suppose not,” she said, giving me a little push towards the couch. “But I can hold it for you.” Another push, this one forcing me to sit.

  “You’d do that for me?” I said with a smile as she dropped to her knees in front of me.

  “It would be my pleasure,” Heather said, undoing the waistband of my shorts and unzipping the fly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

  “Not at all,” I said as she wrapped her hand around my cock. “Not. At. All.”

  Heather ran her tongue down the length of my shaft. Slowly, gently, taunting me, teasing me, and more importantly (as I was soon to find out) preparing me. “And maybe even help relieve you of some of the pressure. Eventually.”

  “What do you mean, eventually?”

  “Today is going to be a little bit different than yesterday,” she said in between licks. “Don’t get me wrong, yesterday was fun.” Lick. “But you need to learn how to last longer before having an orgasm.” Lick. “So today we’re going to concentrate on increasing your stamina.” Lick.

  “And how are we going to accomplish that?” I asked, mostly just because I felt like I should at least pretend like I had a say in the proceedings.

  “Easy,” Heather said, pausing a moment to wrap her lips around the tip of my cock and give me a couple of quick sucks before popping it back out. “Every time you feel like you’re about to cum, you pull out. Give yourself a chance to calm down before you stick it back in.”

  “Won’t that be annoying for you?”

  “Don’t worry about me,” she said, getting a few licks of my balls in before continuing. “Today is about you. Just concentrate on yourself.”

  “And what exactly do I have to do?”

  “It’s not what you have to do,” she said, pausing for a moment to run her tongue from the base of my shaft all the way to the head of my cock. “It’s what you can’t do.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “You can’t cum until I give you permission.”

  “How long are we talking about here?”

  “One hour.”

  I laughed but there was no humor involved. “No fucking way I can hold out that long.”

  “I have faith in you,” Heather said. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not going to be easy. You’re going to have to work hard if you’re going to pull it off. But if you do, there’s a special surprise waiting for you at the end.”

  “What is it?”

  “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it,” she said. “But I promise you, it’ll be worth it.”

  “I’m sure it will be,” I said. “And I really want to see what the surprise is. But there’s just no way I can hold out. Not as riled up as I am already. You’re all I’ve been thinking about for the last twelve hours straight.”

  She looked at me with equal parts humor and pity. “All right, I’ll tell you what. One freebie to start off the day, because you were so cute earlier, telling me I looked fine just the way I was.”

  “I meant it.”

  “I know you did,” Heather said. “Which is the only reason why I’m going to let you cum one time before we get started in earnest.”

  She grabbed my shorts and slid them the rest of the way off then slipped out of her shirt, exposing her breasts. Even now, after having seen them up close multiple times, I couldn’t get over how perfect they were.

  But Heather didn’t give me much time admire then, as she scooted in closer towards and again grabbed ahold of my dick. She sucked on the tip of my cock for a few seconds, then popped it out of her mouth and smacked it against her tits, going from one to the other and back again before putting it back in her mouth. Still gripping the base of my cock, she suddenly took it halfway down, to the edge of her hand, holding it there for a few moments before letting it slip out of her mouth.

  She spit on my cock and slapped it against her tongue a few times before taking it down a little deeper, making me gasp. She popped my cock out of her mouth and jerked it off, smiling all the while.

  “You weren’t kidding about being all riled up, were you?” she said.

  “No,” I said. Not at all. I was maybe a minute away from being done already, if that. Pathetic, I know, but what can I say? I’d been thinking about this since the moment I left her house the afternoon before. The way I figured things it was amazing I’d made it this long.

  My inner dialogue must have been playing over my face, as Heather took one look at me and starting laughing. She took a moment to gather herself and went back to work. She slapped my cock on her tongue a couple of times before taking it in her mouth again, taking it deeper this time, her lips creating a seal, her hand moving up and down my shaft in conjunction with her mouth, moving at a good rhythm, not too fast, not too slow.

  Slurping sounds filled the room. The pressure was building with every pump. I was already almost at the point of no return, when Heather dropped her head down on my cock, taking the whole thing in her mouth, all the way down her throat.

  Ho-ly fuck, I thought. I might have said it too. At this point I wasn’t sure about anything. I was blown away. Literally and figuratively. I mean, here I was getting deepthroated by a pornstar in the middle of the afternoon while I should be in math class. Insane. The whole idea of it, just as much as the physical sensatio
n, helped put me over the top.

  “Holy shit I’m gonna cum,” I said all in one burst.

  Heather pulled off, leaving my cock coated in her saliva and her face right in the line of fire. She jerked me off as I came, my seed shooting straight into the air like fireworks, getting on the couch, the floor, my legs, her chest, but mostly on her face. Streams of white cum dripped down it. It was gross and nasty and sexy as hell.

  “Wow,” Heather said, laughing. “That was quite the explosion.”

  “I told you I was all riled up.”

  “You certainly did,” she said. “Now pull your pants back up, sit tight, and watch some TV. I’ll come down when I’m ready to go.”

  #

  Twenty minutes later she arrived at the top of the stairs. An involuntary whistle left my throat.

  “I take it you like what you see?” she said as she started down the stairs.

  “Hell yes,” I said, understated as always, afraid what might come out if I said more.

  Heather looked incredible—dark hair hanging straight down her back, cherry red lipstick, black eye shadow. But that was only half of it. She was dressed for success (a pornstar’s version, anyway) with red, 4-inch fuck-me pumps, black fishnet stockings, a garter belt and black panties covered by a skimpy little red and black plaid skirt that shouldn’t even really be called a skirt considering it didn’t hide anything at all. Above the waist she had a lingerie top that accentuated her tiny figure while showing off her tits yet covering just enough of them to leave a little bit to the imagination.

  After arriving at the bottom of the stairs Heather walked towards me in an exaggeratedly sexy fashion. She came to a stop a few feet from me, standing there, towering over me, my face at the same height as her crotch. It was all I could do to take my eyes off her lower half and look up at her face.

  “How the hell am I supposed to last an hour with you looking like that? I’m getting hard just looking at you.”

  “I have faith in you,” she said,

  “That makes one of us,” I said.

  “Come on, it’s only an hour.”