Erotic Little Spinners - 8 Tales Of Dirty Sex Page 7

  I hear a low moaning sound and it takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from my mouth. My whole body is tingling, my breath is going ragged, and the pressure is building to the point where I feel like I’m going to explode. I shudder slightly and reach down and grab the back of her head and push on it, forcing her face against my ass, her tongue deeper into my asshole. I hold her head there for a few seconds, then grab a handful of her hair and yank on it, pulling her head back. She’s gasping for breath, sitting on her knees, looking up at me with a wicked smile.

  “I take it you liked that?” she says.

  I nod.

  “So are you gonna fuck the shit outta me or what?” she says.

  “You’re damn right I am,” I say as I climb to my feet.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” she says.

  I still have a firm grasp of her hair and I use it to spin her around and force her down onto her hands and knees so I can fuck her doggy style. I let go of her hair and lift her ass higher into the air. Her pussy is gaping wide and dripping wet, glistening in the light.

  She looks over her shoulder at me. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she says. Her hand flies to her pussy and she sticks two fingers inside and fucks herself. “Treat me like your fucking little whore.”

  I drop to my knees and spread her legs wider and slide my rock-hard cock into her gaping pussy and start pounding her from behind.

  “There you go,” she says as I slam my cock deep into her pussy. “That’s right, baby. Fuck me like you mean it. Give it to me good.”

  I start pounding her harder, my cock hammering deeper inside her pussy, my balls slapping up against her, her ass rippling with every thrust.

  “Spread my ass,” she says as I continue to fuck her from behind. “Spread my fucking cheeks with your hands.”

  I do as she says, grabbing one cheek in each hand and spreading her ass, revealing her pink little asshole, stretching it out.

  “That’s it,” she says. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Don’t stop fucking me, baby, don’t stop fucking me. Fuck me like you mean it, baby, treat me like a fucking whore.”

  The talk turns me on even further and I pump faster. My hands venture further inward, even closer to her asshole. She moans louder and starts slamming up against me harder, harder, harder still, talking all the while.

  “That’s right, baby, slam your big fat fucking cock in me,” she says. “Get nasty, baby, make me your fucking whore, treat me like the fucking whore I am.”

  And then my thumb is pressing up against her asshole, not quite penetrating it, just providing pressure.

  “Work it baby,” she says. “Work my tight little asshole.”

  I spit on it and rub my thumb around the edges and then back to the middle and press harder.

  “That’s right, baby. Do it, do it, stick it in my ass.”

  I press harder still and the tip of my thumb pops into her tight little asshole.

  She gasps and starts bucking harder against me, her ass slamming back into me. I sit back and let her do all the work, just hold my position as she slams her pussy back into my cock. My thumb is working her asshole, going deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust until it completely disappears.

  With my free hand I reach out and grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, arching her spine, giving me more leverage allowing my cock even deeper access to her pussy.

  “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod,” she screams. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum oh shit oh shit I’m cumming I’m cumming!”

  Her body shakes and shimmies and her breath grows more ragged but I don’t let up, I’m too close to slow down now. I lay into her with everything I have, my cock slamming deeper than ever into her. I pop my thumb out of her ass and grab onto her hair with both hands and then I’m rearing back and fucking her with everything I’ve got, slamming into her like never before, the force nearly knocking her off-balance.

  And then I’m at the point of no return. My body is aching, begging me to finish. “Shit, shit, shit,” I say. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  “Cum on my tits, baby,” she says. “Cum on my fucking tits.”

  I pull my cock out of her pussy and use my handful of her hair to spin her around so her face in right in front of my cock. She reaches out and grabs ahold of my cock with her hand and starts to jerk it. Her mouth covers the head and starts to suck as she jerks the shaft with her hand.

  “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I say as my ass starts to buck forward. “Here it comes, baby, here it comes.”

  “Give it to me, baby,” she says while she jerks me off, “Give me your cum, baby. I want it, I want it, I want it.”

  I let out a final little groan and she aims my cock at her tits and then a white stream of sperm comes shooting out, splashing all over her tits, and still she’s jerking me off as another stream comes shooting out, and then another, drenching her tits with my cum. She jerks me off until nothing more is coming out, then sticks my still stiff cock in her mouth one last time and sucks on it for a couple seconds before letting it go.

  She looks up at me and smiles, her entire chest coated with my cum. “Well, what do you think?” she asks. “Did I live up to my end of the bargain?”

  “You certainly did,” I reply. “You were incredible.”

  “Ah, aren’t you sweet,” she says. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go clean myself up.”

  “Be my guest,” I say.

  She stands up, gathers her clothes, and heads into the bathroom. “You mind if I take a shower?”

  “Not at all.”

  Ten minutes later she’s showered and all put back together, looking better than ever. It’s hard to believe that just minutes ago she’d had buckets of my cum all over her chest.

  She heads towards the door, where I’m waiting with her money. I hand it to her and she flips through it before tucking it into the front pocket of her jeans.

  “I trust you were satisfied?” she says.

  “Absolutely,” I say. “In fact, I had such a good time that I’m going to do something I’ve never done before.”

  “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

  “Ask you your name,” I say. “In case I want to request you again.”

  She gave me a quizzical look. “You’ve never asked a girl her name before?”

  I shake my head.

  “No shit?”

  “No shit,” I say. “It’s just not how I roll.”

  She laughs. “You’re a bit of a strange fellow, aren’t you?”

  “A bit,” I say. “So, are you going to tell me or am I going to have to beg you for it?”

  “Well, as much as I’d like to see you beg, I’m in a bit of a hurry, so I’ll let you off easy this time. My names is Misty.”

  “Misty, huh?”

  “That’s right,” she says. “And you are?”

  “J.T.”

  “Pleased to meet you, J.T.”

  “Likewise,” I say. I just stand there like a dumbass, a big smile on my face, unsure of what comes next. This was uncharted territory for me, trading names and actually considering the idea of requesting for the same chick twice. I had no idea where to go from here.

  Luckily Misty broke my stupor. “Uh, J.T.?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You mind moving aside so I can get going?”

  I look up and realize I’m standing directly in front of the door. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”

  I move aside and open the door for her. She walks past me, her face inches from mine, and I have to fight the urge to lean over and give her a kiss. What the hell has gotten into me?

  “Don’t worry,” she says with a little smile that implies she knows exactly what I’m thinking. “I have this affect on people all the time.”

  “I’m sure you do,” I say.

  “It’ll pass,” she says.

  “I’m sure it will,” I lie.

  She laugh
s as though she can see right through me. “So until next time?”

  “Until next time.”

  “Take care of yourself.”

  “I will.”

  And with that, she walks out the door and heads down the hall, no doubt on her way to her next customer. I shut the door and lean up against it. I feel like a stupid little school boy, pining to chase after her, beg her to spend the night with me. I can feel myself starting to become what I’ve worked so hard to stay away from. A real, actual, human being. With emotions and everything. Incredible.

  There’s a reason I love escorts. No bullshit, no weirdness, no hassles. And most of all, no emotion. Until now. Until Misty. But that’s all right. I’ll get over it, I’m sure of it. I just have to up the ante a bit next time, order up an even nastier girl, someone who’s up for anything, someone who will make me forget about Misty. Or get myself three girls, maybe even four. Whatever it takes. Because I don’t have time for the madness of emotion. It just doesn’t suit me. Or so I keep telling myself. So until next time, enjoy. And don’t forget, nothing satisfies like an escort.

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  LATE NIGHT LUST

  FILTH AND LUSTING IN LAS VEGAS: SESSION THREE

  JT HOLLAND

  People ask me all the time if it bothers me that Nikki was in porn. Of course it doesn’t. Why would it?

  The way I see it, a person’s past is their past. Nothing more. It’s not their present, it’s not their future. By its very definition it can’t be altered. Nor does it matter. It’s over and done with, so why stress over it?

  When it comes to a past, everyone has one. And everyone has made mistakes in it. The key is to not make those same mistakes again. And how do you go about avoiding them? Easy. By talking about what led you to making them so you won’t make them again.

  But for some reason everyone is always afraid of discussing their past with their significant others. Nobody ever talks to each other about their old relationships, their old boyfriends/girlfriends, about any of that stuff. I don’t understand it. It’s just like any secret; once it’s out in the open it loses all its power. So why not nip things in the bud? You’d be surprised how many laughs you can have trying to top your partner with the worst thing you’ve ever done. Or the biggest asshole/bitch you’ve ever dated. Or how you pathetically lusted after someone way out of your league and inevitably got shot down by them. Discussions like this are bonding experiences, they help us realize that we’re not so unlike everyone else. And they are essential to a healthy relationship.

  Which takes us back to the question about Nikki being in porn and why I don’t have the slightest problem with it. It’s pretty simple, actually.

  Nikki’s stint shooting porn doesn’t define her more than her shitty marriage does, or the first person she slept with. Nor, for that matter, does my shitty marriage and crappy relationships before that define me. Or who I slept with in college. These experiences have made us who we are, yes, but so what? Do you hate yourself so much that you have to hide the things that have molded you? Are you that ashamed of who you are?

  Maybe. I don’t know. But I’m sure as hell not. I embrace my past, revel in it, enjoy reliving it. And I certainly don’t hide from it. Nor does Nikki hide from hers. Which is why I love her. In the immortal words of Popeye The Sailor Man, “I am who am and that’s all that I am.”

  Anyone who’s got a problem with that can go fuck themselves.

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  I couldn’t sleep. Despite all the fucking and drinking we’d done over the past six hours, the Viagra kept my dick just hard enough that I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any rest until I took care of it one more time. Hopefully the last.

  I looked over and saw that Nikki was sleeping soundly, so I climbed out of bed, slipped into a bathrobe and grabbed the laptop bag. I went downstairs so I wouldn’t disturb Nikki, sat down on the couch and opened the laptop. After a couple minutes of searching I had some porn streaming over the internet. I skipped to the middle of the scene to avoid all the foreplay. Right now I just wanted to get off quickly so my little man would relax and I could hopefully get some sleep.

  Onscreen a tiny little blonde with gigantic fake tits was in the process of getting fucked by a young stud. She was on the bed, her legs spread open wide. He was pounding her with reckless abandon while she screamed loudly. I opened up the bathrobe and let my still hard cock out. But the scene wasn’t really doing much for me. The girl was too fake, the guy not really into it. There was no real heat. I skipped forward a little bit more and found what I was looking for. Now he was fucking her doggy style. Her fake screams had been replaced by a lower, more guttural grown that sounded very real indeed. The stud had toned down his eagerness and was pumping her more slowly. I began stroking my cock, slowly at first.

  The stud started pounding her harder and the little blonde’s screams started up again. But this time they were legit. The guy reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back on it. She screamed louder. Then he stuck his thumb in her ass. She screamed louder still. I started jerking my cock a little faster. This stuff was turning me on. Not nearly as much as fucking Nikki but it would do the trick. A few more minutes of this and hopefully I could finish up for the night and then hit the sack for real. A couple hours of sleep would feel real good right about now.

  The action was starting to get hotter and hotter and I was getting closer and closer to finishing when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked over my shoulder and saw Nikki standing behind me. She was wearing nothing but a g-string and one of my t-shirts. She’d washed off all her makeup but she didn’t need it. She’s hot as hell without it, with her little freckled face making her look like she’s still in her teens. Her hair is mussed up which just takes the sexiness factor up a notch further. Just looking at her makes my cock even harder than it was just moments ago, which is quite a feat.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, fighting off a yawn.

  “What do you think I’m doing?” I said, a little smile playing on my lips.

  “Don’t tell me you’re jerking off to porn.” There was no malice in her voice, just curiosity and a hint of surprise.

  My smile widened and I shrugged.

  “After everything we did?” she said. “I thought you were done for the night.”

  “So did I,” I said. “But this Viagra has me feeling like I’m eighteen again. I just can’t keep my little man at heel.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

  “It’s not so great when you’re sound asleep.”

  “Did you even try to wake me up?”

  “No,” I said. “I just thought—”

  She started walking towards me, taking slow, exaggerated strides. “That’s your problem right there,” she said. “You need to stop thinking so much. For all you know I could have been dreaming about you, just praying that you would wake me up.”

  “Were you?”

  “Maybe,” she said as she came up behind me. She draped her arms over my shoulders and started rubbing my chest with her hands as she eyed my cock. “Jesus Christ, you weren’t kidding about your little man, were you?”

  “No,” I said.

  “You certainly look like you were enjoying it, whatever you were watching.”

  I didn’t reply to this. There was no good answer.

  “Hit the pause button,” she said. “I want to see what’s got you so worked up.”

  I un-paused the screen, revealing the little blonde getting fucked from behind while the stud pulled her hair and fingered her asshole. As we watched, he pulled his thumb from her asshole and started spanking her ass, turning it red.

  “Well, that explains a lot,” Nikki said. She looked at me, then at my cock, then back at me. “Do you know what I think? I think that you didn’t wake me up on purpose. I think you’d rather be watching porn than fucking me.”

  I knew she didn’t mean it but figured I’d play along. She was obviously enjoying her little game,
and the more fun she had the more fun I was going to have to in the end.

  “Never,” I said.

  Nikki scoffed. “Yeah right,” she said. Her voice had gotten edgier, like a teacher scolding one of her students. Taking charge just turned me on even further, a fact which she knew quite well. Which is undoubtedly why she was doing it. “You’d rather watch that little blonde slut get fucked than fuck me, wouldn’t you.”

  “Not a chance,” I said.

  “We’ll just see about that.”

  She climbed over the couch and flipped the laptop shut, then turned on me, her thin, perfect body standing over me, her pussy at the same level as my face. She slipped out of her g-string and started rubbing her pussy. I grabbed my cock and started playing with it. She slapped my arm away.

  “I didn’t say you could touch your cock,” she said. “You were a bad boy. And I’m going to punish you for it. You’re just going to sit there and watch me play with my pussy.”

  She went back to work on her pussy, slipping a finger in, then two. She started fucking herself, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

  I looked up at her. I tried to keep the smile off my face but it was impossible. This was just too much fun. My dick was harder than ever, sticking straight up out of the bathrobe, throbbing and rock hard. It was all I could do not start playing with it, especially with her standing over me, looking down on me like that, taunting me with her fingers inside her pussy. She pulled her fingers out and stuck them in her mouth and sucked her juices off.

  She stepped forward so her pussy was hovering directly over my cock. I reached out and ran my hands up her legs but she slapped them away again.