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  Rising to her feet, Becky walked forward until her legs were even with Clay’s hips, one foot on either side of his body. The she squatted down, put one hand on his chest for balance, grabbed ahold of his cock with her other hand, and slid it into her pussy.

  Becky started working his cock, bouncing down on him with gradual insistence, his cock going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before Clay’s cock was completely disappearing inside Becky, her ass hammering down onto his body, driving him into the floor.

  After a particularly aggressive flurry, she slammed down on him one final time and held her body there with his cock deep in her pussy.

  “You like that don’t you?” Becky said, staring at Clay, their eyes locked together. “You like it when I hammer you with my pussy.”

  Clay nodded.

  Becky dragged her hands off Clay’s chest and sat up a little higher, putting her palms flat against the walls, one on each side of the hall. Keeping his cock inside her, Becky started moving her hips in a circular motion, going around and around, taking his cock on the ride of a lifetime.

  “What about that?” Becky said. “Do you like that too?”

  Clay nodded again.

  “Tell me how much you like it,” Becky said. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

  “I love it,” Clay said. “I fucking love it.”

  “That’s better,” Becky said, a satisfied little half-smile on her face. She dropped her knees to the floor, straddling him proper, then reached back and put her hands on his thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her head towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.

  While Becky continued riding Clay’s cock, he reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand, and started to squeeze. She let out a high-pitched moan and started pummeling him even more aggressively.

  Taking this as a cue that she liked this new development, Clay maneuvered his fingers around her nipples and gave them a pinch.

  Becky bucked even harder and her cries grew more desperate. Sitting straight up once again, she glared down at him with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

  Clay did as he was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.

  “That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on him with her full weight, their bodies coming together with a loud, wet slapping sound. “Smack my fucking tits. Treat me like a little fucking slut. Punish me, big boy. Fucking punish me!”

  Clay continued smacking away Becky’s tits while she impaled herself on his cock. He was enjoying himself immensely—too much in fact. He cursed softly under his breath and bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to fight off the inevitable orgasm.

  Becky recognized the look on his face and quickly lifted herself off of him. “No, no, no,” she said, admonishing him by wiggling her finger back and forth in an exaggerated fashion. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, mister.”

  Clay laughed and shook his head. “Sorry about that.”

  “Don’t be,” Becky said flashing him a wry smile. “It’s perfectly understandable.” She climbed to her feet and held out her hand, helping Clay to his. Holding his hand, Becky lead him to the couch. “Now, I’m sure you need a chance to cool down a bit, and luckily, I have a way to keep you busy while you do.”

  “How’s that?” Clay said. He was pretty sure he knew what she was hinting at but much like her earlier, he wanted to hear her say the words out loud.

  Becky sat Clay on the couch and sat down next to him. “The great equalizer,” she said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that his woman comes away satisfied.” She held out her hand. It was balled in a fist except for her index and middle fingers, which were sticking out straight and pressed together.

  “The boy scout salute?” Clay said, feigning confusion.

  “Very fucking funny,” Becky said, giving him a mock dirty look. She grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, opening her wet, perfect pussy to him. “Don’t be shy,” she said. “Feel free to get in there and get dirty.”

  “If you insist,” Clay said.

  “And remember,” she said. “You don’t have to hurry things up. Take all the time you want down there.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  Clay didn’t even bother rubbing the outside of her pussy, instead choosing to slide his two fingers directly inside. They went in without any resistance, just as he expected.

  Becky let out a soft moan as Clay’s fingers entered her. He started slowly at first, but quickly settled into an insistent rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, his fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease.

  Clay gradually increased the intensity, slamming his fingers inside Becky’s pussy, her moans growing more animated as he banged her with more aggression. He sat up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on his arm.

  “That’s it,” Becky said between gasping breaths. “Work that pussy with your fingers. Don’t be gentle with me. I can take it.”

  Never in a million years would Clay have thought he was being gentle with Becky, but he figured if she wanted it harder, he would certainly give it to her. He rose up even further, allowing him deeper access to her pussy, which he took advantage of, pummeling her with everything he had, his fingers working furiously, the tips of them curled up to rub her G-spot.

  “There you go,” she said, her voice louder and higher-pitched than before. “Just like that, just like that. Holy fuck, just like that!”

  Clay worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit.

  “Goddammit that feels so fucking good!” Becky screamed. “Right there, right fucking there!”

  Clay continued hammering away, his entire hand practically disappearing inside Becky’s pussy as she gripped the couch, using it as leverage to buck against him with everything she had, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her.

  “Holy shit I’m going to fucking cum!” Becky screamed. Staring directly at Clay, her face a mask of focused intensity, she said, “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  He had no intention to, not seeing the way she was getting off. Clay intended to keep finger-fucking Becky until she couldn’t take it anymore, until she was begging for him to stick his dick in her. Even if it took all night.

  It didn’t take nearly that long.

  No more than thirty seconds after Becky had ordered Clay not to stop finger-fucking her, she let out a high-pitched, desperate scream and her body tightened up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching his hand and arm and dripping onto the couch.

  After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Becky pulled Clay’s fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked them clean, one finger at a time, then jammed all three into her mouth at the same time for one final taste before letting them go.

  “You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at him.

  “Thanks,” he said. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

  “I can tell,” Becky said. “So are you ready to stick your cock back in me?”

  Clay nodded.

  Becky glanced down at his cock, which was as hard as it had been all night. “Yeah,” she said. “I can see that. Just promise me one thing before you do.”

  “Whatever you want.”

  “Make sure you tell me when you’re ready to cum,” she said. “I’ve got something special in mind.”

  “I promise,” Clay said.

  “Good,” Becky said, opening her legs up to him. “Now come over here and fuck me with that hard cock of yours.”

  Clay smiled. “My pleasure.” He cozied up to Becky, threw one of her legs over his shoulder and slid his cock into her wetter-than-ever pussy.

  Beck
y let out a little moan as Clay slammed his cock into her, giving it to her balls-deep right from the start. Finger-fucking her hadn’t taken the edge off at all; if anything it had gotten him even more excited than fucking her proper had. But that was all right. Because of the stellar job he’d done with his fingers she’d already cum. He didn’t have to worry about pleasing Becky anymore. That job was done.

  And thank goodness, because the way things were going, Clay wasn’t going to last very long inside of her. He’d only been fucking Becky for half a minute this time around when he could feel an orgasm right around the bend.

  Clay slammed his cock up into her and held it there, her ass pushing up against him as his hips grinded into her, forcing his cock as deep as it would go.

  With his explosion right on the horizon, Clay pulled back before hammering his cock into Becky again, pumping his hips furiously now, her copious juices allowing his cock to glide in and out of her pussy with almost no friction whatsoever.

  And then he was there.

  “Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said, just as he promised Becky he would.

  As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Becky sprang into action, pulling herself off his cock and flipping around on the couch in a flash. Before Clay knew what was happening, she had her arms around his waist and her lips around his cock and was working it with desperate intensity, her head bouncing forward and back, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes locked on his.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Clay said, giving Becky one final warning before his cock exploded. But it went unheeded, as she continued blowing him, apparently intent on taking his load in her mouth.

  So Clay gave Becky what she wanted, relaxing his body and letting nature take over. He held his breath for a moment, then let it out in a rush, along with a stream of his sperm.

  Even after Becky took Clay’s first blast in her mouth, she continued blowing him, drawing another stream out of his cock, and another, and another, taking it all like a champ, continuing to suck his cock until it was completely dry. Only then did she let it slide from her mouth.

  Once Clay’s cock was free, Becky opened her mouth, showing him the reservoir of cum collected inside. Then, staring directly at him the whole time, she tilted her head back, swallowing his huge load.

  Laughing, Clay shook his head. It looked like his luck had finally turned. “It’s about time,” he said under his breath. “It’s about fucking time.”

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  Shane Tyler, Giving Her Anything She Wants

 

 

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