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There’s an impression out in the world that older woman are not only more experienced in bed, but nastier, willing and able to do all sorts of things that most younger woman are unable or unwilling to do. Well, I don’t know for sure if that’s true in all cases, it certainly is in mine.

I’m a 5’10” and 145 pound, 32-year old MILF, with a full-figured, strong but fit body honed by two hours in the gym every day. I’ve got a big but firm ass, wide hips, powerful legs and huge tits which fit my body perfectly, not to mention my attitude.

Men—or boys, as I call most of them, no matter what their age—are a strange lot. Give them a girl with small breasts and they’ll run all over her. But stick some massive tits in their face and they wilt like the insecure little children they all are deep down inside.

Which isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy the company of a good, strong man, because I do. More than the boys that I usually come across, in fact. It’s just that a good man is hard to find these days, especially if you have any standards at all.

But even the strong men need to get knocked down a notch, especially if they don’t generally get to experience that thrill. Which is why they’re so much fun to run roughshod over; they’re more of a challenge. You can grab any poor sap off the street and force him to do your bidding—especially with the way I look—but to take a captain of industry type, a man used to having things done his way, used to being in charge, used to bossing people around, and shove that shit right back into his face? Now that’s F-U-N, fun.

Take Randy, for example.  I met him in a hotel bar by the convention center. He was there for some business conference, and he looked the part of a man in charge. Early forties, expensive suit, perfect hair, well-groomed.

But like all men he was a slave to his cock, and once he got a good look at my tits (which were spilling out of my shirt) it didn’t take more than ten minutes of convincing to get him up to his room.

So there he was, sitting on the couch, still fully clothed, when I came walking out of the bathroom wearing only my bra and panties and four-inch fuck-me pumps, having left my little black dress behind.

“Are you ready to get started?” I asked.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” I said, spinning in place, giving him a good look of what I had to offer. And it was a lot. Although I was in great shape, I wasn’t a small girl by any means. “There are many men who can’t.”

“I can handle it,” Randy said.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, walking towards him until I was right above him, standing over him, looking down at him. “We’ll just see.”

And with that, I spread his legs and stepped forward between them until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. I leaned over as if to kiss him but instead of touching his lips, I stopped a few inches away. He leaned forward to make the connection but I flashed him a wry smile and shook my head and pulled my head away from him.

Standing tall again, I slipped out of my bra, freeing up my tits. They were real and enormous, by far my best feature, almost as large as Randy’s head and still perky as hell.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said softly.

“You like my babies, huh?” I asked. Of course he did. All men did. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like to hear them say it.

“I love them,” he said. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Why thank you,” I said. “If you’re a good boy, you may even get to play with them a bit. Would you like that?”

Randy nodded his head like a young boy at Christmas.

Smiling wickedly, I ran my hands up the side of my body, starting at the waist and ending at my tits. Pushing on the outside of them, squeezing my tits together, I stared at Randy, who was still focused solely on at my tits. After giving him a good look at them, I turned around so my fat ass was facing towards him, then sat down on his waist.

Moving in slow circular patterns, I grinded on Randy’s cock, which was trapped under his pants but already rock hard. I leaned back until my body was resting on his chest and my head was lying on his shoulder while my ass still moved against him.

He touched the side of my leg just below my hip but I grabbed ahold of his arm and pushed it away. Looking back at him over my shoulder, I shook my head.

“No, no, no,” I said. “You just keep your hands to yourself for now, mister. Understand?”

Randy nodded his head and let his arms fall to the side.

“That’s better,” I said. I put my hands on his knees for balance and bounced on his groin for half a minute before standing up and turning around to face him.

Bending over at the waist, I leaned in towards Randy and stuck my tits in his face. I grabbed ahold of his head and jammed it into my chest, holding it there, smothering him against my tits while I climbed atop him, straddling his waist.

“There you go,” I said, pulling him into my flesh. “Bury your face in there. Take it like a man.”

Twenty seconds later I relaxed my grip. Randy’s head snapped back and he took a few moments to catch his breath. While he refilled his lungs with air, I leaned back and undid his belt. I slipped it off his waist and wrapped it around his neck, pulling the end through the buckle. I tightened it against his skin but didn’t latch it.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just taking a little control,” I said, smiling at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

He shook his head but it seemed a little reluctant. Not that I cared. I was going to do it no matter how he felt about it.

“Thanks, baby,” I said, just to make him feel like he had a say in it.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips before pulling back. With my hand still gripping the end of the belt, I leaned back, tightening the buckle, pulling the strap taut and flush against Randy’s skin. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, choking him, before leaning forward, removing the pressure against his neck.

As Randy’s breath came back to him, a wide smile spread over his features.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Actually, I did,” he said.

“That surprises you?”

“A little bit,” he admitted. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please,” Randy said.

“Gladly,” I replied.

I leaned back again, further this time, pulling on the belt as I did so. It again tightened against his neck, a bit more snugly this time.

As he stared at me with excited eyes, his face starting to turn pink, I grinded against his trapped cock, riding it with my pussy while continuing to hold the belt tight.

Randy’s face turned more and more red as I grinded harder against him and held the belt tight, choking him with it. The look on his face was intense and ultra-excited, even as it went from red to pale. His lips were slighted parted and his breathing was shallow and swift as he searched for air.

My pussy was dripping, leaving marks in his pants as I grinded away, excited by my dominance over him as much as his cock rubbing against my pussy.

It wasn’t until his eyes started to glaze over that I leaned forward, releasing the pressure on his neck and allowing him to breathe.

Randy did so in gasping lurches, his chest heaving and the color pouring back into his face. Smiling widely, he shivered with excitement.

“Wow, you really got into that, didn’t you?” I said.

He nodded vigorously. He looked too excited to speak.

“Maybe a little too much,” I said, laughing softly. “Let’s go back something a little less dangerous, shall we?”

Without waiting for an answer, I released the belt from his neck and leaned forward and guided one of my tits into his mouth.

“There you go,” I said. “Work that fucking nipple until it’s hard.”

Staring up at me, Randy did as I had asked, licking and sucking and biting down on my nipple until it was hard. I popped that tit out of his mouth and turned my body slightly, giving him the other one. He gave it the same treatment.

Once that nipple was as hard as the other one, I backed off.

“You did well,” I said. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor. Would you like that?”

“Very much,” Randy said.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” I said.

Dropping to the floor, I undid Randy’s zipper and slipped his cock out between the newly created hole. Leaving his pants on for the time being, I grabbed ahold of his hard cock, my hand gripping the base of his shaft. I gave the tip a single lick while staring up at Randy.

He shivered. I laughed. Then I dropped down a little further and ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, starting at his balls and ending the tip. I slapped his cock against my tongue a couple of times and then started to blow him proper, wrapping my lips around his cock and dropping my head down on it.

I sucked Randy’s cock like a pro, my mouth and hand working together, getting his cock nice and slippery while maintaining eye contact the whole time. After a minute or two, I released his cock with my hand but continued working it with my mouth, taking it all the way down and holding it in my throat for a couple of seconds before gagging and pulling off.

“My god you’re good at that,” Randy said, smiling down at me.

“You like that?” I asked after taking a few seconds to recover.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

“Then I have a feeling you’ll like this too,” I said.

I sat up a little bit taller, so my massive tits were right in front of his cock, which was still wet and slippery from blowing him. I grabbed ahold of his cock and let saliva drip onto it from my mouth then slid it in between my tits. Gripping the outside of my tits, I squeezed his cock in between them, then started bouncing up and down on it, titty-fucking him.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said, laughing under his breath. “That’s amazing.”

“You like that too, do you?” I said while continuing to bounce my tits up and down on his cock.

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Of course you do,” I said. “I have the perfect tits for fucking.”

“That’s for sure,” Randy said, smiling widely.

“Just wait,” I said. “It gets even better.”

And with that, I increased the intensity, smashing my tits on his groin before coming back up. My tits were so big that they were engulfing his cock. Only the tip was visible and only for a moment when I was at the absolute lowest point.

I titty-fucked Randy for more than two full minutes before he let out a groan and pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits. He had a strained look on his face and was grasping his cock tightly in his hand.

“It felt too good, huh?” I asked, smiling wickedly up at him.

“It sure did,” he said. “Another few seconds and I would have cum.”

“Well, we don’t want that,” I said. “Not yet, at least.”

“No we don’t,” he replied.

“What about something else?” I asked. “Do we have to take a break from everything? Or just titty-fucking?”

“Just titty-fucking,” Randy said.

“Good,” I replied. “Then stand up.”

He did so.

“Now take off all your clothes,” I said.

Randy did that too.

“Perfect,” I said, scooting forward until my head was right underneath his cock. “Now just relax and try not to enjoy this too much.”

“I’ll do what I can,” he said as I grabbed ahold of his cock and started jerking him off while my mouth went to work on his balls. I licked his sack and then took his balls in my mouth, sucking on one of them for a little bit before switching over to the other while he moaned and groaned above me.

It wasn’t long before I was blowing him again, my head moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. He started to get into it too, thrusting his hips forward and back, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth with every pump, giving me an idea.

“Do me a favor,” I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment.

“Anything,” he replied.

“Take control. Do what you want to me.”

“Gladly,” Randy said, smiling wider.

So he took more control, pulling back, forcing his cock from my mouth then grabbing ahold of it and slapping the head of it against my cheek a couple times. Gripping a handful of my hair, he turned my head sideways and slid his cock into my mouth, pushing it in until the tip was pressing against the inside of my cheek hard enough to force it to stick out, making me look like a squirrel storing a nut. He smacked my cheek with his hand a couple of times before sliding his cock back out.

Still grasping my hair, he shifted my head until I was facing him straight on. Then he slipped his cock into my mouth once again. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, Randy continued pressing his hips forward, forcing me to deepthroat him. Once his entire cock has disappeared into my mouth, he held my head in place, my nose pushing up against his abdomen, my chin smashed up against his ballsack. He held me there until I started to gag and cough before letting me go.

After I’d caught my breath, Randy helped my to my feet and led me back to the couch. He sat down while I slipped out of my panties. Then I climbed onto the couch next to him, turning sideways so both my knees were on the couch and my head was right above his groin.

Sitting perpendicular to him, my ass sticking up in the air just to his right, I dropped down and took his cock in my mouth. He reached over and slapped my ass, then ran his hand around and slid two fingers into my wet pussy.

While I sucked Randy’s cock, he banged away at my pussy. Groaning, I attacked his cock with more aggression, bouncing my head up and down, matching his intensity.

We continued working each other faster and faster until both were ready to blow. At that point, Randy pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I lifted my head off his cock.

“Enough messing around,” Randy said. “It’s time to get to fucking.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said.

I climbed to my feet and put my feet on the floor in between Randy’s spread legs, my ass facing him. Then I squatted down, guiding my pussy onto his cock, which was sticking straight up into the air, rock hard. Once his cock was inside of me, I didn’t waste any time, bouncing up and down on him quickly, giving him my entire weight at the bottom of every thrust.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, turning my upper body to look back at him. “Do you like it when I bounce on your cock?”

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Do you want me to do it harder?”

Randy nodded enthusiastically.

So I gave Randy what he wanted, impaling myself on his cock, hammering away at him without mercy. Repaying me for my aggression, Randy slapped my ass repeatedly, but that only served to fuel my intensity.

As I slammed myself down onto him even harder, Randy slid his hand up to one of my huge tits and started smacking away at it. This didn’t slow me down either, however. If anything, it sped me up, turning me on so much that I bounced atop him harder than ever before.

A short time later, Randy grabbed ahold of my arms and yanked them backwards, locking my elbows out and pinning my arms together at the wrist.

With my arms trapped behind me, I was forced to slows things down. Randy pushed up on my wrists, putting more pressure on my elbows, forcing my to lean forward. I stopped bouncing on his cock but continued grinding against it, my ass moving forward and back, shifting the angle of his cock constantly.

A few seconds later, Randy released my arms but grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked down, lifting my chin to the ceiling and arching my spine backwards.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moaned. Pulling my hair always excited the hell out of, and as wound up as I already was, it put me over the top. I gasped in pleasure and stopped moving against him as a harsh orgasm ripped through me. After it passed, I just sat atop him for a couple of seconds, his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

“I take it you like getting your hair pulled?” Randy said.

“Fuck yes,” I replied, still recovering.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Randy said. He released my hair and lifted myself off of him.

I turned around and bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth and sucked my pussy juices off of it.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” I said.

Randy laughed and shook his head. “And I love how filthy you are,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows a couple times in succession, then climbed back onto the couch and straddled him, cowgirl-style. Leaning forward, I stuck my tits in his face. Randy latched on to one of them with his mouth while I guided his cock into my pussy. Once it was inside me again, I started bouncing on his cock, moving more slowly than before so he could continue sucking on my tits without any problem.

After I’d bounced atop his cock for a bit, Randy grabbed ahold my hips, holding me in place while he lifted his hips up and down repeatedly, slamming his cock deep inside of my pussy.

With my hands free to do other things, I took advantage, sticking my middle finger in my mouth to get it lubed up, then reaching back and sliding it in my asshole.

“Holy shit,” I said as I slid my finger in and out of my asshole while Randy continued hammering away at my pussy. He was groaning and his breath was ragged and his face screwed up with intense effort. Seeing him so into it got me off again, brought me right to the edge of orgasm.

I hammered down into Randy one final time and held my body there, his cock planted deep in my pussy, my finger knuckle-deep in my asshole. My eyes were turned up to the ceiling as my body tensed for a moment. I bit down on my bottom lip, my face screwed tight, holding my breath for a moment before I let it out with a burst and a low guttural moan. My body quivered for a moment as another orgasm slammed through me.

Still sitting on his cock, I pulled my finger from my asshole and stuck it in my mouth. Looking down on Randy, our eyes locked together, I sucked my ass juices off my finger until it was clean.

“Do you like watching me suck my ass juices off my finger?” I asked.

Randy nodded. “It turns me on.”

“Yeah?” I said. “You like assholes, do you?”

“Very much so,” he said.

“Do you want to taste mine?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay,” I said. “But first you need to work my pussy with your tongue for a bit.”

“I’d love to,” he said.

I climbed off of Randy and laid down on the couch next to him, lying lengthwise, my pussy right in front of him. Smiling widely, Randy turned to face me, grabbed my legs and spread them wide. Then he dropped his head down and buried his face in my pussy.

Randy went to town, licking my snatch enthusiastically, flicking his tongue all around, then sliding it deep into me.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Just like that. Bury that tongue in my pretty pussy. Eat my snatch like you mean it.”

And he did, pushing his face harder against me, jamming his tongue deeper inside me. I decided to help him out, so I reached down, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

I held them there, smothering him with my flesh while he continued to explore my insides with his tongue. After half a minute, I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath, I threw my legs back and hooked my arms underneath them to keep them in place, opened wide to him.

Now you can taste my asshole,” I said, giving him a nasty look.

“My pleasure,” he replied.

After a couple of deep breaths,  Randy dove back in. He did as he was told, going straight for my asshole. With his hands on my ass cheeks, holding them wide, he ran  his tongue around my anus in circles, getting it nice and wet with his saliva. While I groaned in pleasure, he slipped the tip of his tongue into my asshole. Keeping it rigid, he slid his tongue in and out of my asshole, forcing it deeper and deeper, opening me up wider with every pass.

I closed my eyes and looked up towards the ceiling and moaned in pleasure, loving every second of it as Randy worked my asshole with his tongue. But I needed more. Luckily, he gave it to me.

Now that my asshole was opened up, Randy replaced his tongue with two fingers. They slid in a little way, but my asshole was still a little too tight. So I started rubbing my clit, which relaxed me even more and opened my asshole up wider, allowing Randy to slide his fingers nearly all the way inside my asshole without much resistance at all.

“That’s it, that’s it,” I said. “Fuck my asshole with those fingers. Get me all nice and warmed up and ready for your cock.”

Randy did just that, working his fingers in and out of my asshole, moving them slowly but surely, spitting on them occasionally to keep everything nice and wet. Eventually he slid his fingers all the way inside my asshole until they disappeared completely. Holding them there, deep in my asshole, he explored my insides with his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried in joy, completely getting off on his fingers deep in my asshole. And then he turned things up a notch, getting me even more excited.

With his free hand Randy slapped my ass a couple of times, then once again started licking my pussy. Working my asshole with his fingers and my pussy with his tongue, Randy took me to new heights, my legs quivering, my body shucking and jiving as I unleashed a string of obscenities.

My body tensed up for a moment, then released in a vast, extreme shudder that lasted a full five seconds, drenching his face with my juices as I came for the third time.

“Enough, enough, enough!” I said once my orgasm had passed. “It’s time to fuck my asshole with that big cock of yours.”

Smiling ruefully, Randy yanked his fingers out of my asshole and pulled his tongue out of my pussy and stood up. While I continued holding my legs back, he wasted no time in sliding his rock-hard cock into my pretty little asshole.

My breath caught in my throat as Randy entered me. His cock barely fit in my asshole, forcing him to take things slow, giving me his cock centimeter by centimeter, barely moving against me.

Leaning forward just a bit, he slid the fingers that were in my pussy into my mouth. Once I’d sucked them dry, he switched hands, giving my the fingers that were in my ass. These he pushed deep into my mouth, causing my to gag and cough.

Hearing me struggle with his fingers must have given him an idea, as shortly afterwards, he slipped his cock out of my pussy and climbed up onto the couch. Standing above me with his feet on the seat cushions, pinning my legs back by my head, he slid his cock into my mouth.

Holding my head against the back of the couch with his hands, Randy face-fucked me, slamming his entire cock into my mouth in fast, deep strokes, jamming it deep into my throat, the look on his face one of pure joy and pleasure.

Randy slammed his cock into my mouth a few more times then held it there, his cock planted deep in my throat. I deepthroated him for almost fifteen seconds before gagging, and once I did, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him. “Do with me whatever you please.”

A wry smile flashed over Randy’s lips. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I intend to.”

Still holding my ankles, Randy pushed my legs further back, tilting my body backwards, lifting my ass further up off the couch, then shifted his hips until the tip of his cock was touching my asshole.

I could see him struggle with his positioning, so I grabbed ahold of his cock, gripping the base to keep it in place, allowing him to slide it into my asshole without using his hands, which he did. A deep, animalistic sound escaped from my mouth as his cock slowly made its way into my asshole.

The pleasure was so great I could no longer even form words. I just moaned and groaned and yelped and screamed and tried to urge him on as much as possible.

Randy worked his cock halfway in before letting up on the pressure, sliding it back a bit before moving forward again. He continued giving my only half of his cock at a time, taking things slowly, giving my a chance to loosen up.

I ran my hand down my stomach and slipped two fingers into my pussy to help things along. I started rubbing furiously at my clit while Randy continued to jam his cock deeper into my ass.

The attention I was paying to my pussy helped me relax and opened my asshole up further to accept even more of his cock.

Randy took advantage, planting it three quarters of the way inside me before pulling back. I started hammering away at my pussy with more aggression, which relaxed my asshole even more.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him, able to find words once again. “Force your fucking cock in there. I can take it.”

Randy did as I’d asked, forcing his cock all the way inside my asshole, giving it to my balls-deep. After holding it there for a few seconds, my asshole loosened up and Randy started increasing the speed, pumping my ass without limitations.

 “That’s it, that’s it!” I screamed. “Fuck my tight little asshole. Pound me with that huge cock of yours!”

Randy did, giving me his entire cock from tip to base, fucking me with a good pace but not really laying into me yet. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and brought them to my mouth. Then I sucked them dry, looking directly at him while I did so. But I wanted to taste something more than just my pussy.

“Pull that fat cock out of my asshole and stick it in my mouth,” I said. “I want to taste my asshole. I want to suck my ass juices off your cock.”

His smile widening, Randy pumped my ass a couple more times before sliding his cock out of my asshole and climbing up the couch until his cock was right in front of my face. I opened my mouth to accept Randy’s cock and he slid it in, holding his body relatively still while I licked his cock clean of my ass juices.

Once that was done, I took his cock further into my mouth, deepthroating him yet again, this time on my own.

A good ten seconds later I pulled off. Randy’s cock was glistening with my saliva as he climbed back down off couch.

I hooked my arms around my legs and rolled back on the couch until all my weight was on my shoulders and my ass was sticking up in the air. Bending down, Randy grabbed ahold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide and slid his tongue into my asshole, pushing it in as far as it would go.

As I moaned and shimmied beneath him, Randy bounced his face up and down, forcing his tongue further and further into my asshole. I grabbed ahold of one of my tits and stuck the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it while squeezing the other one with my fingers.

Randy slapped me on the ass with both hands, hard enough to make me flinch, and pulled his tongue out of my asshole. He slipped his fingers into it again, this time giving me three of them to loosen me up even further. After slamming all three fingers deep into my asshole a few times, he was ready to head into the final stretch.

Randy put one foot up on the couch, grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into my asshole. He then put his other foot onto the couch, giving him a better angle to pound my asshole. Leaning forward he grabbed on to the back of the couch and used it for leverage as he slammed his cock in and out of my asshole.

As I moaned repeatedly beneath him, Randy pummeled my ass, giving my his entire weight at the bottom end of every thrust, eliciting a heavy grunt from me every time.

“Fuck me like you’re trying to break me in half!” I screamed, trying to help him achieve orgasm. “Punish my asshole! Punish it!”

Randy hammered away at me, his balls slapping up against my ass, my body being driven further into the couch. I was screaming loudly now, my expression undoubtedly reflecting the perfect combination of discomfort and pleasure that I was feeling as he fucked my ass.

Randy must have been feeling that perfect combination too, as he pounded me a couple more times before his body tensed up for a moment and his cock released his sperm deep in my ass. Even as he came, Randy continued fucking me, forcing every last bit of his cum from his cock before lifting his body up off of me and letting his cock slide out of my asshole.

Feeling particularly nasty, I decided to blow Randy’s mind. I rolled off my back and squatted on the couch. With my ass right above the leather cushions, I waited for his cum to drip out of my asshole.

Ten seconds later, a couple drops fell onto the couch cushion. Now that the seal had been broken, I decided to help matters along. I slid two fingers into my ass and worked them around in little circles with trying to push it out with my abdominal muscles. Ten seconds later, it worked, as a stream of white sperm drained out my asshole, creating a little reservoir on the couch.

Once my asshole was completely empty of Randy’s cum, I bent over until my mouth was directly above the pool of white sperm, mere centimeters away. Then I stuck my tongue out and licked up the sperm, using my fingers to help get all of it into my mouth.

After I had all of Randy’s cum in my mouth, I tilted my head back so my eyes were facing the ceiling and swallowed his cum that had just been in my asshole mere seconds before. Looking over at Randy’s shocked face, I gave him a wink.

He laughed softly and shook his head. I’d blown his mind, which was my intent all along. Ahh, I loved my life.







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.




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.

“Don’t fucking touch anything,” Nikki said, looking back at me. “Not until I tell you to. Understand?”


“Yes what?”

“Yes mistress.”

“That’s better,” Nikki said. Then she sat down on my stomach and backed her ass up until it was pressing painfully against my cock. She reached back and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She bounced it against her ass and rubbed it up and down her crack, making me squirm.

“You want me to sit on it, don’t you?” she said.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

She just laughed. “Later, maybe,” she said before letting it go. She pulled the shirt up over her tits and started playing with them, pushing them together, rubbing her nipples. “You like these perfect little titties?”

Again I nodded.

“You want to suck on them?”

I nodded yet again.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” I said.

“The whole thing,” she said. “I want to hear the words.”

“I want to suck on your tits.”

She tilted her head and gave me the evil eye.

“Please,” I added, enjoying the hell out of this little game. Payback, no doubt, for our escapades earlier.

“Please what?”

“Please mistress.”

“That’s better,” she said.

She pressed her chest up against my face and shook them back and forth, slapping me with them.

“Stick your tongue out.”

I stuck my tongue out.

She stuck one of her nipples in front of my mouth. “Lick my nipple.”

I did.

She stuck it deeper in my mouth. “Now suck on it.”

Again I did what I was told.

“Harder,” she said.

I sucked with everything I had. Nikki started to groan. Her nipple was hard so I switched to the other side and gave it the same treatment. She groaned some more and wrapped her arms around my head, pressing me deeper into her. I looked up and saw her head thrown back, exposing the hollow of her neck. She squeezed harder for a moment, then let go, her breast popping out of my mouth with an audible pop.

She leaned back and slid her body further up my chest and put her feet up on the back of the couch and started playing with herself again. Her ring and index fingers moved in and out of her pussy, slid up to rub her clit, then plunged back into her pussy.

“You like watching me play with myself?” she said. “You like seeing me fuck my tight little hole with my fingers?”

“Yes mistress.”

“You want to taste it?” she said. “You want to taste my pussy?

I nodded.

She increased the pace, slamming her fingers inside her pussy for a few seconds, getting it nice and juicy. Then she pulled them out and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting her familiar sweetness, loving every second of it.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” she said.

“I fucking love it.”

“Then open your mouth,” she said as she climbed to her feet. “I’ll give you the real thing.”

I opened my mouth and she pushed my head back into the headrest and climbed up and sat on my face. She rubbed her pussy in my mouth, bouncing up and down on it, my nose smacking up against her clit, her wetness getting all over the bottom half of my face. I stuck out my tongue and pushed it deep into her pussy.

“That’s right,” she said. “Work that tongue. Stick it in my pussy.”

I held my tongue rigid as she bounced on it, her moans growing with every thrust. She leaned down and grabbed the back of my head and held it up against her pussy, pushing them together, holding it there, suffocating me, forcing me to breathe her in. So I did, taking my air from her pussy as she got off on my tongue.

And then she was climbing off my face, leaving me gasping for breath.

“You were a good little boy,” Nikki said. “So now I’m going to reward you.”

She climbed down off my face and slid down my body until she was between my legs, on her knees and facing me. She had my cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it, taunting me, teasing me.

“It’s so fucking huge,” she said as she stuck out her tongue and licked it, from the tip down to my balls then back up again. “And it tastes so fucking good.” She giggled and then started sucking on it, first taking just the tip in her mouth while one hand worked my shaft and the other went down and played with my balls. Triple threat. Insanity.

She worked the tip of my cock for a few seconds then started letting it further into her mouth, bouncing up and down on it, taking more of it in every time, until pretty soon she was swallowing the whole thing. She deep-throated me a couple of times, each time spending a couple seconds with my entire cock in her mouth before coming up for air. The third time she held it there for nearly ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before finally coughing and gagging and sliding my cock out of her mouth.

“Is that how they do it in the movies you like to watch?” she asked while jerking me off. She knew damn well that they did but liked to taunt me about it just the same. 

“You do it better,” I said.

“You’re damn right I do,” she replied. She spit on my cock and jerked it some more, then slid back a little bit and dropped her head down and sucked on my balls. “What about this?” she said after popping them out of her mouth. “They do this too, don’t they?”

“Yes,” I said.

She grabbed my legs and pulled on them, sliding me further down the couch so my ass was hanging off the end of it. She grabbed my legs and spread them apart, then pushed them back, exposing my asshole, which she proceeded to lick. I shuddered and took a deep breath.

“And this?” she said after tonguing my asshole for a few seconds. “This too?”

“Sometimes,” I said hoarsely. “But only in the really nasty ones.”

“But those are the ones you like, right? The nastier the better?”

I nodded and tried to swallow but my throat was too dry and there was just a soft click. It was taking everything I had to keep from cumming all over her face.

She smiled and went back to work on my asshole, licking it, sticking her tongue in it, running her tongue up my taint to the bottom of my balls, sucking on them for a bit, then running her tongue back down to my asshole.

“What I don’t understand,” she said nonchalantly as she spit on my cock and stroked it some more. “Is why you watch those when you could have the real thing?”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“So you said. But you know what? I’m awake now.”

“Yes you are,” I said, climbing to my feet. “And I’m going to fuck the shit outta you, just like they do in those movies I like.”

“Promises, promises,” she said.

I picked her up and spun her around and dropped her on the couch, doggy-style, her arms gripping the back of the couch, her back arched, her tight little ass sticking up in the air, spread perfectly, just waiting for me. I got down on my knees and sidled up to her. But I didn’t stick my cock inside her. Now that I was in control, I was going to make her suffer, just as she had made me. Besides, I had to give myself a couple minutes to calm down. If I stuck my cock in her now, I’d cum within seconds. And neither of us wanted that.

I grabbed both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and spread her ass apart, then buried my face in between her cheeks. I went to work on her pussy, my tongue running up and down and inside it, my nose pressing up against her perfect little pink asshole. I pulled my tongue from her pussy and ran it up to her asshole and started licking it too.

“That’s right,” Nikki said, her moans growing more intense with every second. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get in there. Taste it. Love it. Worship it.”

Her nasty talk just turned me on further. I went after it with more intensity, running my tongue from her pussy to the asshole, up and down, over and over again, then finally concentrating on her asshole, licking it, sucking on it, sticking my tongue inside it. She was bouncing now against my face, totally absorbed in the moment, her moans turning to guttural groans as my rigid tongue went deeper and deeper inside her asshole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, opening her up further, giving me even deeper access to her asshole. She was on the verge of orgasm, right on the edge. I brought my hand forward and started working her pussy with my fingers while continuing to tongue her asshole.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum,  holy shit I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Nikki shuddered beneath me, her pussy convulsing, drenching my fingers with her wetness.

“Give me your cock,” she begged, looking back at me. “I want you inside of me.”

“Shut up,” I said, grabbing her hair and pulling her head towards me until our faces were inches from each other. “You’ll get my cock when I decide to give it to you, not before. Understand?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“Say it,” I said, returning her favor from earlier.

“I understand.”

I gave her the same look she had given me earlier; head tilted sideways, narrowed eyes, a little scowl on my lips.

“I understand, master,” she said.

“That’s better,” I said, slapping her ass.

She yelped in pleasurable pain.

“Oh you like, that, do you?”

She nodded as best she could with my hand still gripping her hair.

I slapped her ass again, harder this time.

Again, she yelped.

I slapped her again, and again, and again, until her ass was red.

With every slap she yelped a little louder until finally her legs shimmied and shook and she moaned in near-orgasm.

Smiling, I released her hair and her head flopped back down onto the couch. I spread her cheeks again, revealing her little pink asshole. I spit on it. Then I took my thumb and started rubbing the outside of it, varying the pressure, making her squeal. I stuck my thumb into her asshole and started working it around, spitting on it again, working my thumb deeper and deeper, to the first knuckle then all the way down until it had completely disappeared.

Nikki was working her ass, moving it against my hand, her moans growing ever more intense.

“Do you want my cock?” I asked.


“Yes what?”

“Yes master,” she said. “Please give me your cock. I need it.”

With my thumb still planted in her ass I stood up and stuck my cock in her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned, starting to move slowly against me.

I knew I didn’t have much time before I was going to explode, so I started pounding away right from the get-go, slamming up my cock into her pussy while my thumb worked her asshole.

“Fuck me with that big cock of yours,” Nikki said. “Give it to me like the little slut that I am. Like I deserve to be fucked.”

As always, her talk just spurned me on further. I pummeled her relentlessly, her little ass slapping up against my hips with every thrust, practically lifting her off the couch every time I bottomed out.

“Is that all you got?” she said. “Come on, fuck me like you mean it. Punish me. Punish me!”

I pulled my thumb from her ass and used both hands to grab ahold of her hair. I yanked back on her head, pulling it towards me, forcing her to arch her back, giving me more leverage to pound her. I went after her with everything I had, hammering away while Nikki shrieked in delight.

I let go of her hair with one of my hands and started spanking her ass, just like in the movie.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s right,” Nikki said. “Slap my ass. Treat me like a whore. Treat me like a dirty little whore.”

Her talk brought me right to the edge. But before I came, I wanted to do one last thing. So I let go of her hair and pushed on her shoulders, forcing them down so her face was lying on the couch. With her head down and her ass up, her perfect little butthole was staring me right in the face, gaping slightly from the thumb reaming I’d given it earlier, beckoning me, begging me to fuck it. But it was too late.

Just thinking about fucking Nikki in the ass took me over the edge. It happened more quickly than usual; I didn’t even have time to warm Nikki that I was cumming. Before I knew what was happening I’d pulled my cock out of her and was spraying my seed all over her back in white, ropy bursts. Even though it was my fifth time on the night, it was still an impressive load, just as large as my first one had been. Whether that was a function of the Viagra or just being drunk with my hot and nasty-as-hell girlfriend in a kick-ass suite in Vegas I didn’t know, but I decided I was going to find out.

After using the bathrobe to clean Nikki off, we both trundled back up the stairs and crashed into bed.

“Well, that was quite a day,” she said, the disappointment clear in her voice. “Too bad we have to take off tomorrow.”

“Says who?”

She turned towards me. “I thought you said we were only staying for the night.”

“That was the plan,” I said. “But there’s nothing that says we have to stick to it.”

“Really? We can stay?”

“Sure. Why not? It’s not like we have anything we have to get home to. A couple more nights here isn’t going to hurt us.”

“I don’t know about that,” Nikki said. “If the other two nights are anything like this one was, I may not be able to walk for a week.”

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