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  Working my nipples while he eats me out does the trick. Now that I’m good and warmed up again it’s time to mix things up. See how much I can get away with before he relents. Something tells me it’s going to be pretty far.

  “Are you ready to taste my ass?” I ask.

  He nods instead of speaking but this time I let him get away with it. After all, his mouth is being put to good use already.

  I spin around on his face so I’m facing his cock (which is still sticking straight up despite not having been touched by me) then I use my hands to spread my ass cheeks and plop my asshole right onto his mouth.

  He goes to work immediately, licking my asshole with urgency, like a man possessed.

  “That’s right,” I say. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get your tongue in there and work it around. That’s right. Good boy.”

  My talking seems to turn him on, as he goes to work more aggressively. Pretty soon his rigid tongue is slipping inside my asshole, tickling my insides.

  I choke off sounds of pleasure (I don’t want him getting too confident) and start bouncing on his face, his tongue sliding deeper and deeper inside me every time I bottom out. It feels incredible, but I still need something more to get myself off again. So I stick my fingers inside my pussy and starts banging myself while he works my asshole with his tongue.

  About a minute of fucking myself while he works my asshole and I’m right at the point of cumming yet again. I pull my fingers from my pussy and aggressively rub my clit, once again putting me over the top.

  I let out a low, deep, animalistic moan as the orgasm rocks my body. This one is more violent than the first two, causing me to shake and shimmy. Ryan’s tongue slips out of my asshole but he continues licking away at it, prolonging my ecstasy.

  I figure it’s time to reward him for a job well done so I lean over and take his cock in my mouth.

  A little moan escapes from his throat but he doesn’t stop licking my asshole. In fact, he goes at it with even more fervor, using his hands to spread my asscheeks wide, making me gape and giving him even deeper access.

  I suck his cock for a little while, bobbing up and down on it while my hand works his shaft, mixing up the depth and pressure to keep him on edge. I don’t want him getting into too good of a rhythm; I still need his cock inside me before we go on our date.

  I can tell from the way his body is reacting that he’s pretty close to cumming so I lift myself up off his face and let his cock slip out of my mouth, giving him a chance to recover. And me a chance to mess with his head a little bit.

  I turn and sit on the lower part of his stomach. My legs are on each side of his body and my ass is pressing back against his cock, providing just a little bit of pressure.

  “Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask, pretending like I’m genuinely concerned. Like I don’t know how he’s going to answer.

  “Very much so,” he says.

  “I’m not taking things too quickly, am I?”

  “Not at all,” he says.

  “Are you sure?” I say. “Because sometimes I can be a bit . . . pushy.”

  “I like it.”

  “Good,” I say. “So you want me to continue telling you what to do?”

  “Yes,” he says.

  I glare at him and my tone gets harsh. “Yes what?”

  “Yes please.”

  “That’s better,” I say, my glare turning into a smile and my voice softening. “Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sit on your face again and smother you until I have another orgasm. Then I’m going to ride your cock until you’re ready to cum. Then you’re going to shoot your load all over my face. Understand?”

  He nods.

  “If you do all things and do them well, then after dinner we’ll have another round just like this one. Except crazier. How does that sound?”

  “It sounds great.”

  “Of course it does,” I say. “Because you’re a perverted, dirty little boy who likes to get told what to do, aren’t you?”

  He nods.

  “Don’t nod. Say it.”

  “Yes.”

  “Repeat it back to me,” I say. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

  “I’m a perverted nasty little boy who likes to get told what to do,” Ryan says.

  “Yes you are,” I reply. “Now stick out your tongue.”

  He complies, of course.

  I climb up his chest and straddle his face and pin his arms to the carpet, then drop my pussy right back onto his mouth, giving him my entire weight this time, completely smothering him with my flesh. Despite his lack of air, he goes to work on my pussy with vigor, licking and tonguing me while I continue to hold his arms down, making him all but helpless.

  I do exactly what I said I was going to do; grind on his face until I cum, my pussy juices dripping out of me, drenching his face and getting in his mouth and up his nose and in his eyes.

  Once I’m done I lift my pussy off his face and stare down at him, our eyes locked together. His face is red and he’s breathing hard and deep but he’s smiling widely.

  Still squatting over him, I say, “You like it when I sit on your face, don’t you?”

  Ryan nods.

  I spit on his face.

  “What about that? Do you like it when I spit on you?”

  He nods again, his smile still wide and full of excitement.

  I give him a slap on the cheek. Just a little one without much force.

  “And that?”

  Another nod. His smile has grown even larger.

  I slap him again, harder this time. And again. And again. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. His cheek is bright red but still he’s smiling. And breathing more deeply than ever.

  I return his smile. I just can’t help it. I’m having a grand old time.

  “You really are a nasty little boy, aren’t you?” I say, wondering how far he’ll let me go with the abuse. Maybe after dinner I’ll try and find out. But right now I’m starting to get hungry, so it’s time to finish up round one.

  I take a couple steps back so my pussy is right above his cock.

  “Now I’m going to ride you,” I say. “But you’re going to tell me before you cum, right? I want your load all over my face.”

  He nods.

  “That’s a good boy,” I say as I squat down, grab ahold of his cock and slip it into my dripping wet pussy. With my hands on his chest for balance, I start moving my body up and down, slowly and deliberately, taking his entire cock from tip to balls, my pussy swallowing it with ease, my juices making things nice and smooth.

  He gasps and closes his eyes, his face fixed in a scowl of concentration. I’m guessing he’s trying desperately not to cum, but even if he does, it’s not that big of a deal. After all, I had a feeling this was how the first part of the night was going to go, which is why I had him do all those things to me earlier. I wanted to make sure I got off multiple times before we went to dinner.

  In fact, the way I figure it, the sooner he cums the better. Because then he’ll feel guilty about finishing up so quickly after he’s stuck his dick in me. Which means that later, after dinner, I’ll exploit that guilt to push his limits even further.

  So I slip down to my knees so I’m straddling him and start riding him faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, my ass slamming down into his balls at the bottom of every thrust.

  I put my hands on his thighs and lean back, changing the angle of penetration, tilting his cock backwards, increasing the pressure. I slide my pussy up and down on his cock a few times then start riding it in a circular motion.

  I know he’s right at the point of cumming but he’s still holding back. He’s got more control than I expected. So I decide to take advantage of his submissive qualities to help him get there more quickly.

  Still bouncing on his cock, I lean forward and wrap one hand around his neck, choking him while I fuck him.

  His eyes widen and his smile returns. I can tell from
the way his body is moving against me that he’s getting close. Time to put him over the edge.

  Going back to the well once again, I slap him across the cheek with my free hand. He starts breathing faster. I slap him again, still choking him with my other hand and still bouncing aggressively on his cock.

  He has to be close to cumming but still he’s not giving in. Which is good because riding and choking and slapping him all at the same time has me right on the verge of orgasm once again.

  And then I’m there.

  Grabbing his neck with my other hand too I choke him while I cum, my body shaking and shivering while I continue to impale myself on his cock.

  Then, as if my orgasm triggered his own, he says, “Holy shit I’m gonna fucking cum,” like it was a single word.

  I scramble off his cock and down to the floor, on my knees between his legs. I take his cock in my mouth and suck him off, tasting my sweet pussy juices as I do so, my lips working the tip of his cock while my hand works his shaft, the combination of my juices still on his cock and my saliva allowing me jerk him off with some serious speed and pressure.

  “Fuckfuckfuck,” he says as his body tenses up for a moment.

  I pull my mouth off his cock but continue jerking him off as his body releases, sending warm, white milky liquid shooting everywhere. His load is massive; four full spasms and a couple of aftershocks. Some of his cum ends up on my face, some in my hair, some on my tits, some on his stomach and some on the floor.

  Once he’s done I suck on the tip of his cock, eliciting every last drop from it, then make my way up his chest.

  Trying to get a reaction from him, I lean in for a kiss, my face still covered with his cum. But he doesn’t even flinch, lifting his head to take my mouth in his. We make out for a little while before I break it off.

  “So, shall we get cleaned up and go get some dinner?” I ask, acting as though this was a normal prelude to a first date with me. (And to be honest, it wasn’t all that out of character.)

  “Sounds like a plan,” Ryan says, not missing a beat. He climbs to his feet and offers his hand to help me up.

  #

  It isn’t until we’re all cleaned up and about ready to leave for the restaurant when he finally broaches the subject I know he’s been thinking about since we finished.

  “Sorry about that, by the way,” he says as he opens the door for me.

  “Sorry about what?” I ask, playing dumb, even though I know exactly what he’s apologizing for.

  “Not lasting very long earlier,” he says. “You caught me off guard. Next time I’ll do better.”

  I smile inwardly. Men are so predictable it’s almost unfair.

  “I’m sure you will,” I say, tilted my head up and giving him a little peck on the cheek. “Now let’s go get to know each other a little bit, what do you say?”

  “Sounds good.”

  I close the door and we head off on our date.

  #####

  SHE RUNS THE SHOW

  ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME SEVEN

  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 tingles 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 ther
e’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.