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Kissing Layla while fucking her took Hank’s excitement to a whole different level. He wasn’t sure exactly why but there was no denying it. It was extremely sensual, almost unbearably so.
As if able to read Hank’s mind, Layla released her hold on him. He lifted his head up, breaking their kiss and allowing himself to gain a little bit of control once again, hopefully putting off his impending orgasm for at least a little while longer.
Layla was moving her body against Hank’s now, pushing her hips forward as his drove down, forcing his cock deeper inside her pussy. They had reached a good rhythm, their bodies moving in time with each other like they’d done this a hundred times before.
Hank closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else, but it was impossible. Layla simply felt too good. She demanded all his attention. He was torn between wanting to cum and wanting to make things last longer. But in the end, nature won. It was in his DNA to expel his seed, and despite his desire to hold out as long as possible, he was right on the verge of finishing.
Layla must have seen it in his face, as she nodded her head, her eyes locked on his. “Cum inside me,” she said, her voice an alluring combination of sweetness and desire. “I want to feel your warmth spreading inside me.”
Hearing her talk like that was the final straw. Hank slammed his cock into her a couple more times, giving it to her harder than he had all night, and then his body tensed for a couple nearly unbearable seconds before releasing in a rush, sending his sperm shooting out of his cock and into Layla’s wet warmth.
“Holy fucking shit,” Hank said as he spasmed against her, his body shaking as he expelled his essence for the third time in less than an hour. The orgasm was less intense than the other two, yet somehow better, more meaningful, perhaps because it had come while actually having intercourse.
Once Hank’s cock was completely drained, he laughed softly and shook his head before letting his cock slip out of Layla’s pussy for the final time. He rolled off her and dropped down to the bed, lying on his back next to her, his breath quick and ragged.
“So?” Layla asked, turning to look at him. “Did you have a good time?”
“That’s putting it lightly,” Hank said. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum three times in a week, let alone an hour.”
“That’s no easy feat,” she said. “Let me tell you.”
“Sorry they were all so quick.”
“Don’t be,” Layla said. “It doesn’t really matter how long you last if you can go multiple times. Of course, if you want to really please a girl, you’ll have to learn a few new tricks.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” Hank replied. “The biggest problem is just getting the opportunity.”
“That’s the easy part,” she said. “Opportunity is never more than a phone call away. Assuming you can afford the charges, of course. Which aren’t really all that much, actually, considering the lack of auxiliary expenses.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Think about how much it costs for dinner and a movie these days,” Layla said. “Plus a couple drinks at the bar. For what? A chance at maybe getting in the sack with someone? For pretty much the same price you can get a guaranteed result. And with someone who knows what they’re doing on top of that.”
Hank laughed. “That’s true,” he said. “I’ve never really thought of it that way before. So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call sometime?”
“Not at all,” she said. “In fact, I’m already looking forward to it.”
“So am I,” Hank said, feeling good about himself for the first time in as long as he could remember. “So am I.”
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THE ALPHA FEMALE TURNS THE TABLES
As I may have mentioned a couple (hundred) times before, I’m a dirty little slut. I love having sex, whether it be oral, vaginal, anal, or all of the above. I love it soft, I love it rough, I love it in between. I love getting dominated, I love being in control, I love taking turns. I love all different sorts of positions, situations, scenarios and men.
That being said, the vast majority of the time, there is one thing that stays the same: I’m the one on the receiving end. Even when I’m dominating a guy, forcing him to do what I want, sitting on his face, slapping him around a bit, that sort of thing, the session usually ends up with him sticking his dick in one of (if not all of) my holes and then spraying me with his cum. And I’m fine with that. It’s simply the natural order of things. But occasionally I’m in the mood to turn the tables on a man. Sometimes I want to be the one doing the fucking.
Now I know what you’re thinking: How can a woman get any physical enjoyment from strapping on a dildo and fucking some guy in the ass? It’s pretty simple, actually. The physical enjoyment derives from the mental enjoyment of dominating someone. There’s just something exhilarating about owning another person, making them do whatever you want, forcing your will upon them. So even though there’s no actual physical sensation from the strap-on itself, the mere act of forcing a man to take it in the ass makes me wet as hell.
Luckily, within my long list of sexual partners is a (relatively) small subset of men that are into that sort of thing. So I take a gander at my phone and scroll down until I find the group labeled with the initials FD (for FemDom) after their names. There are 8 of them in all. Each one has a number between 1 and 5 after the FD notation, telling me how rough they like it. A 1 likes it soft and romantic and a 5 likes it pretty rough. Now, the abuse the fives receive from me isn’t all that extreme compared to some stuff that can be found out there in cyberspace (I’m not really into the pain thing) but I can get pretty damn rough with them nonetheless.
Tonight, fresh off a couple nights in a row of being on the receiving end of some extremely rough sex myself, I’m in the mood to fuck one of these poor boys up pretty bad. So I look up the number of my favorite five on the FD list. His name is Mark. I give him a call.
After he answers, I tell him what I have in mind for the night. He thinks it sounds great and says he’ll meet me at my place in one hour. I hang the phone up and start getting prepared, my excitement already building. It’s going to be a fun night.
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Almost exactly an hour later there’s a knock on the door. I answer it decked out in studded black leather bra and panties with fingerless black gloves, thigh-high boots with 4-inch heels and carrying a 3-foot long braided leather whip.
