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  Felicia holds my cock straight up in the air so Tiffany can drop her asshole down onto it. Meanwhile, Felicia goes back to work on my balls, licking and sucking them while Tiffany works my cock with her asshole.

  She starts things off slowly, taking my whole cock in her asshole in long, measured strokes. Then, after a little while, she puts her hands on his chest for balance and starts bouncing more quickly, hammering down on me with more force than ever before.

  Wanting to take some initiative instead of just allowing the girls to do everything, I slide two fingers into Tiffany’s pussy while she continues bouncing up and down on me, taking my cock balls-deep in her asshole.

  “That’s right,” Tiffany says, glaring down at me with focused intent. “Bang that pussy while you fuck my ass.”

  So I do, slamming my fingers into her pussy with as much force as I can muster, causing her to groan more loudly than she has all night.

  “Right there,” Tiffany cries. “Right fucking there! It feels so good. It feels so fucking good!”

  We continue with this arrangement for a couple minutes, me finger-banging Tiffany’s pussy while she rides my cock with her asshole and Felicia goes to town on my balls while the room fills with the sounds of flesh smacking together and moans of ecstasy.

  Eventually Tiffany lifts herself off of my cock and spins around so her ass is facing me while putting her feet on the floor for leverage. While Tiffany changes positions, Felicia sucks on my cock, taking it all the way down her throat and holding it there for a couple seconds before releasing it.

  Once Tiffany is in her new position, ready to ride me reverse-cowgirl, Felicia holds the base of my cock in place as Tiffany again lowers her asshole onto it. Impaling herself on my cock, Tiffany drops her ass down until my cock completely disappears inside her. Using the floor for leverage, she starts to bounce, quicker than before but just as intensely, her body slamming down into mine at the bottom of each thrust.

  Felicia rises up on her legs high enough to slip two fingers into Tiffany’s pussy then starts banging away, causing Tiffany to bounce on my cock even more aggressively.

  Two minutes later, Tiffany growls, “Holy fucking shit I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!” After another fifteen seconds of cursing repeatedly under her breath, Tiffany tenses up for a moment then shakes and shimmies in a flurry of movement as an orgasm racks her body.

  After her orgasm passes, Tiffany shoots a grin at Felicia and says, “Are you ready for your orgasm now?”

  “Hell yeah,” Felicia says.

  Giggling softly, Tiffany climbs off of my cock, steps up onto the couch, and backs her ass directly into my face. “Oops,” she says in a sweetly innocent voice. “I slipped.”

  Both women laugh aloud while I go to town on Tiffany’s soaking wet pussy with my tongue, jamming it inside her and exploring around. While I’m eating Tiffany out, Felicia climbs atop me and slips my cock into her asshole.

  Tiffany rides my face with her ass, bouncing up and down on it so my tongue trades off between her pussy and asshole while Felicia bounces up and down on my cock with reckless abandon.

  Some time later—time has all but ceased for me at this point in the proceedings—Tiffany climbs down off couch, and comes around so she’s between my legs and directly behind Felicia, who is riding me like a cowgirl. After watching us fuck for a few seconds, Tiffany pulls my cock out of Felicia’s asshole and sucks on it. Meanwhile, Felicia leans forward and starts making out with me, her tongue aggressively exploring my mouth.

  After sucking Felicia’s ass juices off my cock, Tiffany lets it slide out of her mouth and slips it back into Felicia, this time putting it in her pussy instead of her ass. As Felicia starts bouncing atop me once again, Tiffany slides two of her fingers into Felicia’s ass, finger-banging Felicia’s asshole while I hammer away at her pussy.

  It isn’t long before Felicia reaches orgasm, her pussy squirting juices all over Tiffany as she lets out a loud shriek which tapers off into an harried whisper of moans and groans and gasping breaths as the orgasm washes over her.

  Once it passes, Felicia climbs off of my cock and joins Tiffany between my legs so they are sitting side by side with my cock in the middle. But instead of playing with me, or even acknowledging me, they just turn to each other and start talking as if I’m not even there.

  “That was a monster orgasm!” Tiffany says, smiling widely.

  “Yeah, that was fucking huge,” Felicia agrees.

  “So was mine,” Tiffany says. “Our friend here knows what he’s doing.”

  “Well, he did have a little help,” Felicia says.

  “True,” Tiffany says. “But he did a good job too.”

  “Yes he did,” Felicia says. “I suppose it’s time we reward him for it.”

  “I agree,” Tiffany says. Then she looks at me. “What do you say? Are you ready to cum too?”

  “Fuck yes,” I say. “My cock’s ready to burst open at the seams.”

  “Let’s see if we can help you with that,” Felicia says.

  And with that, Tiffany and Felicia go to work on my cock, taking turns sucking on it and occasionally swapping spit, both maintaining eye contact with me the entire time.

  After trading off a couple of times, Felicia hands my cock over to Tiffany and turns over so her back is on the floor. Then she slides underneath me so her mouth is below my balls.

  Once Felicia is in position, Tiffany straddles her and drops her head onto my cock, deepthroating me while Felicia takes my balls in her mouth. I watch in amazement as saliva drips out of Tiffany’s mouth and travels down my sack and into Felicia’s mouth.

  After ten seconds of deepthroating me, Felicia finally pulls her head off my cock. After she catches her breath, she slaps my cock against her face a couple of times, while staring directly at me. Then she takes my cock in her mouth again, this time bobbing up and down on it aggressively and jerking off my shaft with her hand while Tiffany works my balls with more vigor.

  Working in unison, the two women bring me right to the edge of orgasm. Between Felicia giving me the sloppiest, more energetic blowjob I’ve ever had and Tiffany sucking on a playing with my balls, I’m ready to explode. Only by sheer willpower am I holding on now, just trying to stretch out the enjoyment for as long as possible.

  And then I can’t take it anymore.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I say quickly under my breath, giving them fair warning.

  Felicia pulls her mouth off my cock but continues jerking me off as Tiffany releases my balls and rises up so her face is next to Felicia’s. I quickly climb to my feet to better regulate the impending explosion.

  As my body tenses up in that final moment before cumming, Tiffany’s hand joins Felicia’s on my cock, and together they stroke me in perfect rhythm until I suck in my breath sharply then allow my body to release.

  Tiffany takes the first blast from my cock, the thick, white sperm splashing against her cheek. She then turns my cock towards Felicia, spraying her face with my second stream. Most of the third ends up on Felicia’s face too, before Tiffany shifts my cock back towards her for the fourth stream of cum.

  Laughing, my body quivering, I stare down at Felicia and Tiffany as they milk my cock of every last drop. With their faces covered in cum, they take turns licking the tip of my cock before finally releasing it for good.

  “Holy shit that was incredible,” I say.

  “Thank you,” they reply together. Both Tiffany and Felicia laugh softly. Then they take turns licking my cum off the other’s face. Once both of their faces are clean, they tilt their heads back and swallow my cum down their throats at precisely the same time.

  #

  Thirty minutes later I’m in the shower, relieving the highlights of the night. Felicia and Tiffany have left but their memory lingers. They’ve both made my list as regulars, and I can’t wait to give them another call sometime. It sure was fun having two girls at once again. I can’t believe I’ve gone so long in between threesom
es. But I won’t be making that particular mistake again, I can guarantee you that. Tonight was way too much fun.

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  RELUCTANT SUBMISSION

  THE ESCORT CHRONICLES: VOLUME FOUR

  JT HOLLAND

  It took Eric a little while to realize just how awesome Jasmine was.

  Of course, from the first time they met, certain things were obvious. Namely, Jasmine was ridiculous hot, she knew her way around the bedroom, and she could take a pounding worthy of a porn starlet. Add to that her approachability, her comfort in her own skin, and her flat-out coolness, and Eric was a happy man.

  In the beginning, he was perfect content to meet with her whenever possible and get freaky in all the basic ways. Then one night she turned the tables on him, revealing just what was possible in the world of pleasure.

  That first night it was only a little taste, but even so, it quite literally opened a new world to him, one that once was experienced could never be put out of mind.

  #

  The night starts out just like any other. Eric is drinking a beer and watching TV when there’s a knock on the door. His heart palpitates in expectation as he sets the bottle aside, turns off the television, and walks over to answer the door.

  He glances into the peephole and see Jasmine there in all her glory, looking as radiant as ever. A flash of excitement wiggles through his body. It’s his favorite time of the week, the night he looks forward to more than any other, the only thing that keeps him going in his pathetic little life.

  Eric opens the door and holds out his hand to help Jasmine inside. She takes his hand, steps over the threshold, gives him a little peck on the cheek, and he closes the door behind them.

  They take care of the formalities and then it’s on to business.

  Jasmine slips out of her full-length white coat, revealing a tiny purple bikini and light pink thigh-high stockings accented by purple fuck-me pumps. Her blonde hair is curled a little more than usual and she’s wearing slightly more makeup; hot pink lipstick and a dash of black eyeliner. Her skin is not as tan as usual but just as flawless and enticing as ever. Eric finds himself wishing (as he always does upon first seeing her skin) that he had a couple hours to lick every square centimeter of her flesh.

  Thin but not skinny, Jasmine always stays in shape and tonight is no exception. Her lithe body is as toned and fit as ever. From the barest hint of abs to the slight definition of arm muscles to the incredibly sexy hollow of her neck she is the measure of perfection. Eric can’t imagine a more ideal woman. At least not one who’d he actually have a chance to fuck on a regular basis.

  But there seems to be something slightly different about Jasmine this evening. An edge that usually isn’t there.

  His concerns are reflected almost immediately.

  The first thing out of her mouth is, “Sit your ass down on the couch.”

  Even though it’s a bit odd to see her being so forceful, Eric does as he’s told. He immediately starts to undo his belt.

  “Did I tell you to do anything else?” Jasmine says, her tone harsh.

  Eric shakes his head and gives her a funny look. He’s confused as hell.

  “I can’t hear you,” she says.

  “No,” he replies.

  “That’s right. So leave them on. And sit on your hands, while you’re at it.”

  He tilts his head and gives her a funny look. “Are you serious?”

  “Completely,” she says. “Now do it.”

  “Fine,” he says. He shakes his head but does as he’s told.

  “That’s a good boy,” Jasmine says, coming over to pat the top of his head as though he’s a dog. Which is fitting, because that’s what he feels like right now.

  “What exactly is going on here?” Eric asks. Jasmine has never done anything like this before. Up until now, every time she’s come over he’s been the one in control, the one taking charge. He’s never even considered that she has another side to her. Which was a bit silly, in retrospect. Especially now.

  “This,” she says, “Is my way of mixing things up. You see, every time I come over here it’s the same old thing. You slap me around and get to do whatever you want, and then you cum on me and then I go away until next week when we do the same thing over again.”

  “But I thought you liked it,” he says, a little hurt.

  “I do,” she says. “I like it a lot. But it gets a little old, always doing the same thing. I think it’s time we mix things up a little bit. And we’re going to start by getting you to understand the other side of the equation. Today I’m going to be the dominant one and you’re going to be my submissive.”

  “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “I know you haven’t,” she says. “Which is exactly why were doing it tonight. You need to expand your horizons a bit.”

  “But what if I don’t like it?”

  “Don’t worry,” she says, an evil little smile on her face. “You will.”

  “I don’t know,” he says doubtfully.

  “Trust me,” she says. “I know what I’m doing.”

  He couldn’t argue with that. From what he’d experienced so far with Jasmine, she definitely knew what she was doing. And then some.

  “Fine,” he says. “Tell me what to do.”

  “Oh I will,” she says with a little twinkle in her eye. “I most definitely will.”

  A little flutter wiggles around in Eric’s stomach. He isn’t sure if it’s fear or excitement or a little of both.

  “For now, just sit there,” Jasmine says. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

  “If you insist,” Eric says.

  Smiling like she owns the situation (which she does, of course) Jasmine forcefully spreads Eric’s legs and steps between them. Then she reaches down and grabs ahold of his flaccid cock through his jeans.

  “What’s the matter?” she says. “Don’t I excite you anymore?”

  “Of course you do,” he says.

  “It sure doesn’t look like it. Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive.”

  “Let’s just see about that,” Jasmine says.

  She unzips his fly and reaches into his jeans and grabs his cock and pulls it out. It just lies there pathetically, the zipper teeth digging into his skin.

  “Is that what you call excited?” she says.

  “No,” Eric says. “It doesn’t look very excited.”

  “Fix it,” she says.

  Eric grabs ahold of his cock and starts to jerk it. Thirty seconds later he hasn’t gotten anywhere.

  “Oh, poor baby,” Jasmine says in a tone that offers absolutely no sympathy. “You just aren’t feeling it, huh?”

  “No,” he says, letting go of his cock.

  “Why not?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Is it because you’re scared?” Jasmine asks.

  “I think so,” Eric admits.

  “Why? Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

  “I don’t know,” he says after a slight pause.

  “You do think I’m going to hurt you, don’t you?”

  “Not really,” he says. “I’m just afraid I’m not going to like it.”

  Jasmine sighs and shakes her head. “It’s obvious you’re nervous, which makes sense. So we’re going to have a little conversation. Hopefully by the end of it you’ll understand a few things.” She sits down on his lap and looks him straight in the eye. “Okay. I’m going to ask you some questions. I’ll start with an easy one. What do I do for a living?”

  “You’re an escort,” Eric says.

  “That’s right,” Jasmine says. “I’m an escort. And what do escorts do?”

  “They get paid to have sex.”

  “Exactly. Now, who does an escort get paid by?”

  “The person they’re having sex with.”

  “Right again,” she says. “Their clients. Now, with that in mind, is it fair to say that the more clients that call for a specific escort’s servic
es, the more money that escort will make?”

  Eric nods.

  “So then how does an escort get more men to call her?” Jasmine asks.

  “By . . . being good at their job?”

  “Yes. And what constitutes being good at your job if you’re an escort?”

  “Making the client happy.”

  “Bingo,” Jasmine says. “The better job an escort does of making a client happy, the better the chances are she’s going to get more calls from him. And if she doesn’t make him happy, then she is in danger of losing him as a client, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Good. Now do you think I want to keep you as a client?”

  “I hope so.”

  She gives him a look that she’d give a five-year old. “Do you think I like money?”

  “Yes.”

  “And we’ve already established that more clients equal more money, right?”

  “Right,” Eric says.

  “So I’ll ask you again, do you think I want to keep you as a client?”

  “Yes.”

  “And how does an escort keep their clients?”

  “By making them happy.”

  Jasmine smiles at him and tilts her head slightly. “So you see what I’m getting at, don’t you?”

  Eric nods.

  “Now, I can’t promise you that you’ll like it,” Jasmine says, “But so far I’ve never come across anyone who hasn’t. And to a man they’ve ended up asking for the same treatment on other occasions. There is just something very liberating about giving yourself up to someone else, letting them control you, allowing them to have their way with you. And not only that, but it inevitably leads to better sex down the road too.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because it tends to open things up between people,” Jasmine says. “Being on the other side of the equation brings a new appreciation to what the other person is feeling and experiencing, which builds empathy. And the more empathy two people have for each other, the better they’ll communicate, and the better they communicate the more comfortable they’ll be, and the more comfortable they are, the better the sex will be.”