Josh gets the hint and starts fucking her with more intensity, pummeling her in the piledriver position, holding the dildo next to his cock as he pumps his hips, stretching her pussy to its limits.
Eliza’s hands are gripping her ankles, holding them down by her head. Her face is bright red and covered in sweat. Her eyes are rolled up, showing the whites and she’s still moaning like an animal. It’s almost too much for Josh to handle. But he keeps a grip on himself, for the time being at least. He still has a couple things he wants to try.
Josh slides his cock out of Eliza’s pussy, leaving the dildo inside. She shudders and her body starts to relax, but before she can get comfortable he slides his cock back into her asshole.
After pumping Eliza’s asshole a few times, Josh slides the dildo out of her pussy and presses the tip of it against her anus, right above his cock.
Josh looks at Eliza with raised eyebrows. She nods. Smiling, he puts pressure on the dildo, gently sliding it into her asshole alongside his cock. The pressure is intense; the dildo pressing tightly down the top of his cock and the lower ridge of her asshole pushing against the bottom. He’s slides the dildo about halfway into her asshole before stopping. Then he starts moving them both in and out of her anus, slowly and gently, hardly moving much at all.
Eliza unleashes a guttural groan and utters a series of what can only be obscenities in her foreign tongue. Practically in tears now, her breath deep and ragged, she releases her legs and desperately fingers her clit.
No more than five seconds later Eliza’s eyes widen even further and she utters a growling scream and shudders uncontrollably as a huge, intense orgasm racks her body.
Her gyrations squeeze Josh’s cock even tighter, to the point of no return. As Eliza rides out the bottom edge of her orgasm, Josh’s rises up. Leaving his cock in her asshole, he pulls the dildo out and starts pounding away, slamming into her with everything he has, his balls slapping against the backside of her ass as he pummels her in the piledriver position.
It isn’t long before Josh is cumming too, his body tensing up for a moment before releasing. But he continues hammering away at her as he cums, sending his white, hot sperm deep into her asshole, only slowing down once he’s shot his entire load.
Laughing under his breath, Josh pulls his cock out of Eliza’s ass and falls back onto the bed. Eliza is smiling as she crawls over to him, grabs ahold of his cock, and licks it clean of her ass juices.
Once she’s done with that, Eliza grabs the dildo off the couch and sticks it in her asshole. After sliding it all the way inside, she pulls it back out. It’s covered with Josh’s cum. She licks the cum off the dildo, then slides it back into her ass. She does this four times before finally climbing off the bed and heading into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Josh watches Eliza walk away from him, her ass working furiously with every step, her hips swaying back and forth in an exaggerated fashion, until she disappears around the corner. Then he falls back onto the bed again and stares at the ceiling with a wide smile on his face, thinking about the joys of foreign women.
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HAMMERING THE KINKY ESCORT
First off, let me state right up front that I love escorts. I’ve been using them since I was 18 and I don’t expect the practice to end anytime soon. People always ask me why don’t I have a conventional relationship. Paying for sex is just so . . . nasty, they say. To which I reply, that’s exactly why I do it. Sometimes I feel like a nasty guy and it’s a hell of a lot easier to get truly down and dirty with a woman that you don’t have to worry about seeing ever again, unless you specifically choose to. I mean, seriously, do you want to kiss your girlfriend the morning after you came in her mouth? Or have her rub her hands through your hair the morning after she had her finger in your ass? Okay, don’t answer that. Maybe you do. But I sure as hell don’t. No, I’d rather live with the memory of that perfect night in my head, forever untainted, than deal with the reality of spending the next day together as human beings. I love the animal aspects of sex, the grinding, the sweating, the willingness to do things that you’d never consider doing under the harsh light of day. But the human part, the dealing with feelings and emotions and all that? No thanks. I deal with enough of that as it is; at work, with my family and friends, hell, even just observing strangers causes more anxiety than I like to deal with. No, I want my sex straight up, with no chaser. I want to fuck like an animal, without restraint, without having to think about the consequences in the morning, without having to wake up in bed the morning with my partner beside me and be embarrassed, to wonder what she thinks of me, of whether or not she liked it as much as I thought she did. I want to live in my dream world. I want my escort. I want to fuck. And so do you. After all, that’s what you bought this story, right? To read about the nasty stuff? Not
