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  At one point, Shawna got a little too aggressive with my cock, popping it out of her ass. “Put it back in,” she begged. “Put that big cock back in my tiny little ass.”

  So I did, slipping it effortlessly back into her asshole. The tip had barely even entered her when she started slamming back into me again, picking up right where she’d left off moments ago.

  “Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as she continued working her ass back against my cock.

  “You like that?” she said, turning her upper body around so she could look at me. “You like it when I work your huge cock into my tight little asshole?”

  “I fucking love it,” I said, giving her a smack on the ass to punctuate things.

  Shawna smiled and nodded her head. “Do it again,” she said.

  So I did, smacking her other cheek this time.

  “Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep slapping my ass.”

  I smacked it again, first one cheek, then the other.

  “That’s it,” Shawna said. “Harder. Make my ass fucking red.”

  I honored her request with pleasure, smacking away with my palm, each blow sounding like a gunshot in the small room.

  Shawna put her head down and let out a low, guttural groan, still backing her ass against me all the while. Then she slammed back one last time and held it there, my cock buried deep in her asshole, my hips grinding against her ass cheeks.

  Her groan rose in intensity and then her body began to shake uncontrollably, shucking and jiving for a full five seconds before falling still. Then she took a moment to catch her breath

  “Holy shit that was a huge orgasm,” Shawna said, looking back at me once again, her face filled with joy. “Getting fucked in the ass makes me cum so fucking hard.”

  I laughed and shook my head softly. “Where did you come from?” I said. “And where have you been my whole life?”

  Shawna flashed me a wide smile and gave me a wink. “I want to taste my ass,” she said. “Can I clean your cock off with my mouth?”

  “Be my guest,” I said.

  Shawna crawled forward slowly, sliding her ass off my cock inch by inch, until it was completely free of her asshole. Then she turned her body around so her head was right in front of my cock. It was still as hard as ever and sticking straight out, flat as a board, with no limp whatsoever.

  “Pretty damn impressive,” she said before opening her mouth wide and sliding my cock into her mouth without using her hands.

  “Right back at you,” I said under my breath as she moved her head forward and back, taking a little bit deeper each time, cleaning my cock of her ass juices.

  Shawna’s head was turned up towards mine, our eyes locked together as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep in her throat.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said, my knees buckling just a bit as she continued to effortlessly deepthroat me.

  This time, only seven seconds passed before I backed away, unable to take it anymore without shooting my load. It was one thing to keep from cumming when being deepthroated at the beginning of the session, before any real fucking had happened, but after fucking Shawna’s ass for while, it was exponentially harder to maintain my composure.

  Smiling, she grabbed my cock and smacked it against her cheek while she caught her breath. “You liked that, did you?” she asked.

  “A little bit too much,” I replied.

  “So I take it you don’t want me to do it again?”

  “Not unless you want me to shoot my load down your throat.”

  “I told you before, it’s not that I don’t want that,” she said, a devilish smile on her lips. “It’s just that I don’t want that right now.”

  “Well then, you’d better not deepthroat me again until you do want that.”

  “Fair enough,” she said. “But can I let you fuck my ass some more?”

  “If you insist,” I said with mock disappointment. “But this time I want to see the look on your face while I’m inside you.”

  “I think we can arrange that,” Shawna said. She climbed to her feet and flopped onto the couch, facing me, her ass right on the edge of the couch and her head about halfway down the rear cushions.

  As I stood over her, she grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled them back and towards her until her feet were up by her head, tilting her body back so her ass was up in the air and leaving her wide open to me. She hooked her arms around her legs, holding them in place, then ran her hands down her body. She took one ass cheek in each hand and pulled, opening herself up even further. Her pussy was dripping wet and her asshole was wide open.

  “It’s waiting for you,” Shawna said, smiling up at me. “My asshole is gaping and just waiting for you to fuck it.”

  “Then let’s give it what it wants,” I said, spreading my legs and bending my knees so my cock was at the same level as her asshole.

  “Yes,” she said, nodding. “Let’s indeed.”

  I grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and slid it into her asshole. It went in easily, without any resistance whatsoever, which wasn’t a big surprise based on how loose it already was from the early fucking it had taken. I gave her my entire cock, balls deep, right from the get-go, hammering it in and out of her in long, slow, rhythmic thrusts.

  “Yeah, bury that cock in my ass,” Shawna said, staring up at me, looking me directly in the eyes with no shame whatsoever. “That’s right. Just like that. It feels so good, so fucking good.”

  I agreed completely with her but was too busy concentrating on keeping things rolling smoothly to answer. Besides, the less I talked the more Shawna did, and I definitely liked hearing her voice more than my own.

  In the middle of one particularly aggressive series of thrusts, my cock slid out of her pussy right before I was about to hammer it back into her. My cock ran over the top of her pussy and my balls slammed into her asshole, causing me to flinch in discomfort. With my cock lying atop her flesh and my balls still pressing against her asshole, I took a moment to gather myself.

  “A little too aggressive there, huh?” Shawna said, smiling as always.

  “Just a bit,” I said.

  She shifted her hand down and grabbed my balls and gave them a little squeeze.

  I sucked my breath in, not sure how much pressure she was going to put on them.

  Shawna laughed. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I just want to try something. Do you mind?”

  “Be my guest,” I said. So far she hadn’t done anything to me that had felt less than awesome and I didn’t expect her to start now. But still, I could feel a hint of trepidation. Which was my normal reaction when someone had their hand around my sack. After all, there was a fine line when it came to that area of a man, and it was real easy to cross it.

  But what Shawna did caught me totally off-guard. It was something I’d never had done, in fact, I hadn’t seen it or heard of it happening either.

  With hands as skilled as a surgeon, Shawna isolated my testicles and pinched off my sack right above it, making a little package with the skin pulled tight around it. Then she guided the little package into her still-gaping asshole.

  It was an incredibly tight fit, far tighter than my cock, and with her asshole squeezing my balls on all sides simultaneously, nearly unbearable. I don’t know about most guys, but testicles were infinitely more sensitive than my cock, and having both of them stuffed into her asshole had me close to tears. As it was, my foot was tapping on the floor and I was biting down on my bottom lip, trying to keep from groaning.

  “Holy fuck,” I said under my breath while Shawna grinned like a demon up at me. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort. And I wasn’t particularly surprised. I’d suspected she was a bit of a sadist right from the beginning. Which is one of the things I liked most about her.

  “Too much for you?” she said.

  I shook my head. And it wasn’t. For as painful as it was, it felt great too. Intense as hell and fucking incredible. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced; right on
the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain.

  Shawna’s grin grew wider and more mischievous, and before I could puzzle out her next move, she started bouncing her ass against me, putting even more pressure on my balls.

  “Fuck me running,” I groaned, barely able to get the words out. The line between pleasure and pain had been crossed, and although my balls in her asshole still felt incredible, the sensation was simply too intense. I made it three thrusts before quickly backing away, unable to take the pain.

  Laughing, Shawna grabbed my cock and began playing with it, gently jerking me off. “Too much, huh?” she said.

  I nodded sheepishly.

  “Don’t feel bad, you did better than most,” she said, guiding the tip of my cock back into her asshole. “Now fuck me like you’re tying to break me in half. Pay me back for what I just did to you.”

  “Gladly,” I said, thrusting my hips forward until my cock had disappeared into her asshole. Once it was all the way in, I held it there, our flesh smashed together.

  Biting down on her bottom lip, Shawna nodded, her eyes wide and staring directly at mine, egging me on. She clearly wanted more.

  Keeping my cock planted deep in Shawna’s asshole, I put one foot up on the couch for leverage and leaned forward, pushing even pushed harder, my hips digging into her flesh, my cock grinding against her insides.

  “Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Your cock is so deep in my ass. Fuck me with it. Hammer it in and out of me.”

  So I did, moving my hips back slowly, only to slam them forward with everything I had, mining her asshole with my cock. My body pounded against hers with every thrust, forcing her deeper into the cushions, her entire body quivering every time I bottomed out.

  “Pump that little ass with your big cock,” she said, her voice controlled but intense. “Yeah, that’s right. Just like that. Just like that!”

  I gradually increased the speed without diminishing the aggression, my body hammering down on Shawna’s, our eyes locked together. We were in perfect rhythm, totally in synch. The world consisted of nothing but pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure. Not only for me, but for Shawna too. One of her hands had migrated down to her pussy and she was using three fingers to rub furiously at her clit.

  “Keep going,” she said, her tone getting a little sloppier, less controlled. “Holy fuck, keep going. Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  So I didn’t, using the last of my energy to maintain the ridiculous pace, hammering my cock into her ass with as much intensity as I could muster, not sure how much longer I could keep going.

  “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Shawna said, her voice rising with every exclamation, right along with the speed in which her fingers attacked her clit. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  And cum she did, her entire body shaking and gyrating, legs quivering, chest rising and falling, juices squirting out of her pussy and all over my stomach.

  Once her orgasm had passed, she regained control of herself. Back again was the controlled woman with the intense, demanding demeanor. “That’s right, use my tight little ass,” Shawna said, talking in a low, impossibly sexy voice. “Own it. Make it yours.”

  It was a command, not a request, and for some reason that made it infinitely more erotic. So erotic, in fact, that it pushed me right to the edge of orgasm. Just like I’m sure she knew it would. Now that she’d had her orgasm, it was time to finish me off.

  “Are you ready?” Shawna asked as I continued hammering away at her asshole.

  I nodded. I couldn’t do anything else.

  “Yeah?” she asked, staring up at me, her eyes challenging mine. “Are you sure?”

  I nodded again, more vehemently this time.

  “Then give me that fucking cum,” she said. “Empty that fucking nutsack in my fucking ass.”

  I did as she demanded, finally allowing my body the release it had been begging for. I continued pumping my hips even as I shot my load inside her asshole, cringing all the while, feeling the same combination of pleasure and discomfort that had been the theme of the evening.

  It took a good six or seven squirts for my body to emptied of cum, after which I slowly let my cock slide out of Shawna’s asshole.

  There were some remnants of my cum leftover on my cock, but Shawna took care of them without hesitation, sliding her body down the couch until she was sitting on the floor with her head between my legs in a heartbeat.

  She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it of our combined juices, then started sucking on it hard enough to make me squirm and try to pull away. But she wasn’t having it, and wrapped her arms around my waist to keep my in place.

  I eventually wrenched free and scooted backwards, smiling and laughing despite the discomfort.

  “What?” Shawna said, trying to look innocent. “You don’t like post-orgasm blow jobs?”

  “They’re a bit intense.”

  “That’s kind of the point,” she replied, climbing to her feet and gathering her clothes.

  “I know, but still . . .” I said, trailing off.

  “Well I love giving them, so you’re just going to have to get used to them,” Shawna said, turning her head to give me a wink as she walked past me, heading towards the bathroom.

  It took me a moment to figure out what she meant. And once I did I could barely maintain my excitement.

  “So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” I asked carefully after she emerged from the bathroom fully clothed.

  “Not unless you want it to be,” she said.

  “Hell no,” I replied.

  “Good,” Shawna said. “Because neither do I. It was fun. I’d like to do it again sometime.”

  “I would too,” I said, still a bit dumbfounded.

  “Of course, next time we’ll have to turn the intensity up even more, if that’s okay with you.”

  “It’s more than okay,” I said.

  “Great,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the front door. “Then I’ll call you when I have some free time.”

  “I can’t wait to hear from you,” I said as Shawna walked out of my condo, closing the door behind her.

  I stared at the front door for a few seconds, still naked, then laughed under my breath and shook my head. What a day. One of the best of my life. And the idea that more would be coming? It was almost too much to think about. Almost, but not quite. I wondered what our next session would bring. I couldn’t wait to find out.

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  INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN FILTHY

  It always makes me laugh when someone thinks they can tell the freakiness of a woman based solely on her looks. Don’t get me wrong, there are some women that advertise their sluttiness loud and clear, with tattoos everywhere and skimpy outfits. But there are plenty of other sluts out there too, hiding behind a cute face and a conservative outfit, just waiting to be found out.

  In my experience, (which is pretty damn extensive, by the way) these “closet sluts” seem to end up being even freakier and more perverted than their more obvious counterparts. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, perhaps there is some level of expectations being exceeded that comes into play, but for some reason, when the cute little blonde with an innocent face and wide eyes wearing a virginal white dress turns out to be a slut, she ends up being more perverted than usual.

  Take Cindy, for example.

  She was browsing the fiction aisle at a bookstore when I saw her, taking her time, looking at crime novels. After picking up the book I came in for, I wandered over towards her, attracted, as I always was, by something about her. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, nothing conscious, but I’d always had a nose for sluts and had learned to trust me instincts. They rarely led me astray.

  And they certainly didn’t in this case.

  After a few innocent comments about what we liked to read and what we could recommend to each other, we started getting a lit
tle more personal. Before long we were discussing issues that were wholly inappropriate for the aisles of a bookstore in the middle of the afternoon.

  After a good ten minutes of hanging out, Cindy asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a cup of coffee. I, of course, accepted. So we paid for our books and I followed her home.

  Once we were there she didn’t waste any time on particulars. Immediately after we entered her apartment, Cindy closed the door behind us, then slipped her dress off, right there in the living room. I wasn’t shocked to see that she didn’t have a bra on underneath, but I was a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “They just get in the way,” she said when I asked her about it.

  I laughed and shook my head. I’d known that underneath the innocent façade she was a slut, but I hadn’t realized how big of one. This was going to be even better than I’d thought.

  Cindy had a pretty good body, nothing spectacular but certainly nothing to scoff at. Pale skin, small but perky tits, a pretty flat stomach, nice legs. Not exactly a sexy woman, but cute as a button, and from the looks of things absolutely no shame whatsoever, which was by far the most important thing as far as I was concerned.

  “Do you like what you see?” Cindy asked, spinning her body around, giving me a good look at her cute little butt.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” I said as I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. It wasn’t rock hard yet but it was quickly getting there. “What about you? Do you like what you see?”

  “Very much so,” Cindy said. “Although I’m not gonna lie. It’s bigger than I was expecting.”

  I wasn’t surprised. It was something I heard a lot. While not ridiculously huge, my cock was a good 7 inches fully hard, and proportionally it looked even bigger due to my thin frame. “Do you think you can handle it?”

  “Oh, I know I can handle it.”

  “Prove it,” I said.

  “It would be my pleasure,” Cindy said, dropping to her knees. She wrapped one hand around my shaft, then opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. She worked the tip of my cock with her mouth while stroking my shaft with her hand, quickly bringing me to full attention.