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  SPICY QUICKIES

  10 FILTHY STORIES

  Riley Haze

  Copyright 2018 by Riley Haze

  This story is written for adults only. It contains explicit, graphic sex and language. It is for ages 18 and older only and all character are over 18 years of age. Thank you.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  DESTROYING THE BABYSITTER

  THE ESCORT SESSIONS : VOLUME FOUR

  GETTING HER OFF

  POUNDING THE NAUGHTY SLUT’S ASS

  ANAL VACATION

  THE ESCORT SESSIONS: VOLUME TEN

  TAUGHT BY A COUGAR

  TURNING UP THE HEAT

  THE FREAKY ADVENTURES OF A DEPRAVED BABE (PART 8)

  TAKING TURNS PUMMELING EACH OTHER

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  DESTROYING THE BABYSITTER

  As a single dad in his early 30’s, Frank Evans rarely had any time to himself. His ex-wife was a junky piece of shit who couldn’t stay clean and hadn’t been in his or their daughters life for over two years now. Sometimes it felt like all he did was work and take care of his daughter, Vera.

  Except Wednesday nights. That was the one night all week he had to himself. Frank and his college buddies got together to play poker and then usually ended up at some bar downtown, getting drunk and hitting on women like the old days.

  The reason he had Wednesday nights to himself was because one of the young women in his complex came over to baby-sit Vera. Her name was Amber and she was a hottie, 21 years old and a college student at the local community college. She didn’t have school on Thursdays, so every Wednesday night she came over after Vera went to sleep at 9pm and kept an eye on things for Frank.

  Amber was the kind of girl that Frank had chased around when he was younger. She was tiny, barely over 5 feet tall and just north of 100 pounds. She had long blonde hair, a cute face with a bit of a hard edge, and an incredible body. And if Frank could believe what he’d heard around the condominium complex, she was on the slutty side, with different young men coming out of her condo on a regular basis.

  As ashamed as he was to admit it, this last part was the main reason he’d asked Amber to watch Vera instead of someone else. He’d caught himself fantasizing about her numerous times over the past year but didn’t know how to approach her romantically, or what she would do if he did. He hoped that one night he’d come home from his night out and be drunk enough to make a pass at her and see where it led. So far, he hadn’t gone there, but he figured it was just a matter of time until he did. It was wrong, and he knew it, but it was the truth, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

  Amber knocked on the door right at 9pm, just as she did every Wednesday night. She was always punctual, among other things. And one of those other things was she was always sexy as hell, but especially on this evening.

  Frank answered the door to see her standing there wearing a t-shirt that barely covered her tits and shorts that barely covered her ass. It was the perfect outfit to show off her tight, tiny, tanned body.

  “Come on in,” Frank said after admiring her for an uncomfortable length of time. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her.

  If Amber noticed, it didn’t bother her. In fact, she seemed to revel in his gaze, far more so than ever before. She even flashed him a little glance as she entered his condo, looking over her shoulder to see if he was still looking at her.

  Which he was, of course. How could he not with that much flesh showing?

  “Sorry about my outfit,” Amber said, smiling at him. “I was running late and had to come straight from work.”

  “Where do you work?” Frank asked. He didn’t even know she had a real job.

  “Shooter’s, over by the college,” she said.

  “Ahh,” Frank replied. “That explains the outfit.”

  Shooter’s was a local bar that hired only the hottest woman around as waitresses, then dressed them up in skimpy outfits just like the one Amber had on to lure in the male customers.

  “Yes it does,” Amber said.

  “I didn’t know you worked there,” Frank said.

  “I just started a couple weeks ago,” she replied.

  “Does that mean you won’t be available on Wednesday nights any more?”

  “Of course not, silly,” Amber said, flashing him a sweet smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I told them I needed Wednesday nights off.”

  Frank let out a (slightly) exaggerated sigh. “Thank goodness. I don’t know what I’d do without Wednesday nights to myself.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you could think of something,” Amber said, her smile morphing from sweet to sly.

  Frank didn’t know what to make of that, so he just pressed on. “Okay, nothing different about tonight. Vera is already asleep, as usual, but just like always, make sure you follow the rules. No drugs, don’t drink any of my booze, don’t break any furniture, and most importantly, don’t bring any boys over here, okay?”

  “I wouldn’t dream of doing any of those things,” Amber said, flashing Frank her pearly whites, giving him her most innocent look.

  “You promise?” Frank said, half-jokingly.

  “I promise,” Amber replied.

  “Okay, then I’m outta here,” Frank said, heading towards the door. “I’ll be home around two o’clock.”

  “Have fun tonight,” Amber said. “Don’t get in too much trouble.”

  “I’ll try no to,” Frank said. He closed the door behind him and heard Amber lock it. After a long sigh, he turned and headed towards the parking lot.

  #

  As soon as Frank parked the car in the lot, he knew immediately something was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it specifically, but the closer he came to his condo, the more his gut started to burn.

  He’d had a really good night, won a couple hundred bucks playing cards, bought a few rounds of drinks, hit on a few women. But even though he could have easily gotten in the pants of one, he’d held off. He knew why, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. He wanted to keep open the possibility of making a move on Amber tonight, even though he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have the balls to actually follow through on it.

  But now, as he approached his front door, hitting on Amber was the last thing on his mind. He could hear two voices through the door, one male and one female. And it was too loud to be the TV.

  Fuming, Frank opened the door. And sure enough, there they were, a young man and Amber, curled up next to each other on the couch, the young man’s arms wrapped around Amber and her legs intertwined in his.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” Frank said, talking forcefully but not so loud that he’d wake up Vera, who was sleeping in the room on the other side of the condo.

  “Oh shit,” Amber said, bouncing to her feet. “What are you doing home already?”

  “Already?” Frank said. “It’s two o’clock. Exactly when I told you I’d be home.”

  “Shit, shit, shit,” Amber said, a scared look on her face.

  “You know the fucking rules,” Frank said, pissed off just as much about seeing a punk sitting on the couch with Amber as the fact that she’d broken the rules. “No boys allowed in my house.”

  “I know, I know,” Amber said. “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry isn’t going to cut it,” Frank said, still pissed.

  “Relax, dude,” the young man said. He was still lying on the couch, apparently unfazed by the situation, or at least acting like he was. A smirking grin was planted on his face. “It’s no big deal.”

  “No big deal?” Frank said, turning towards the young man. He was having a difficult time keeping his voice low enough that Vera wouldn’t hear. “I’ve got some fucking stranger in my fucking house with my daughter asleep in the
other room and you think that’s no fucking big deal?”

  The young man just shrugged and continued looking at Frank with a little smirk.

  “Alex, cut it out,” Amber said, shooting him a glance. Then, turning back towards Frank, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

  Frank looked back at Amber and could feel his anger starting to slough off. She seemed genuinely remorseful. Maybe it was all an act, but still, it was working. And then her friend chimed in again.

  “Fucking get over it, dude,” Alex said, chuckling derisively under his breath. “Quit being such a fucking douchebag.”

  “Alex!” Amber said, horrified. But Frank didn’t hear her. His focus was on the punk still lying on his couch.

  “Douchebag?” he said, staring Alex down. “Did you just call me a douchebag?”

  “What are you,” Alex said. “Deaf?”

  And just like that, Frank’s anger came back tenfold. He stepped forward and grabbed Alex by the shirt and yanked him to his feet. The young man tried to brush him off but Frank was ready for it and pushed him back against the wall and held him there.

  “Now listen up you little shit, and listen up good,” Frank said. “You’d better walk out of that front fucking door in the next five seconds or you’re gonna get your ass whipped. Do you understand?”

  For a moment, Alex looked like he was going to spout off again, but then he thought better of it and just dropped his eyes and nodded his head.

  Frank released his hold on Alex and the young man headed towards the door, walking silently, as though he was on his way to the electric chair.

  “And close the door on your way out,” Frank said. “Softly.”

  Frank watched Alex leave then turned back towards Amber.

  “What the hell were you thinking?” he said to her.

  Looking down at the floor, Amber just shrugged her shoulders.

  “Do you not remember what I told you about having boys over? I said it three fucking times.”

  “I know,” Amber said, still not looking at him. “I just . . .”

  “You just what?” Frank asked.

  “I just got bored,” she replied. “Vera was asleep, there was nothing on TV, I was starting to fall asleep—”

  “So you called up Alex and invited him over,” he said.

  Amber glanced up and caught Frank’s eyes and nodded again. “I know you’re pissed off,” she said. “But I’m sorry. I really am.”

  “I’m sure you are,” he said. “And I am too.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because now I have to find someone else to watch Vera on Wednesday nights.”

  “What?” Amber said, looking crushed. “No! Why?”

  “Because I can’t trust you anymore,” Frank said. “Not when you’re bringing strangers into my house when my daughter is asleep.”

  “It won’t happen again, I promise,” Amber said.

  “I don’t know why it’s such a big deal anyway,” Frank said. “It’s not like you need the money that bad. You have a job now.”

  “It’s not the money,” she said. “It’s just . . .” She trailed off, suddenly looking embarrassed.

  “It’s just what?” he said.

  “It’s just that I like coming over here,” Amber said. She dropped her eyes to the floor again and started to blush. “I like seeing you.”

  This threw Frank for a loss. But he quickly recovered once he realized what she was saying and how he could use it to his advantage. A dastardly move, to be sure, but one he wasn’t above taking, especially after what she’d done to him on this night.

  “I like seeing you too,” he said, pouring on the guilt a little more than necessary now. “But it’s just not a chance I can take with Vera in the next room. I’m sorry, Amber, but I just can’t do it.”

  “Please?” she said, walking over towards Frank until she was standing just a couple feet away from him. “Isn’t there something I can do to change your mind? Anything?”

  “I don’t know,” Frank said, giving her an admonishing look.

  “Come on,” Amber said, dropping to her knees now and looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “There has to be something I can do.”

  Seeing Amber kneeling in front of him like that turned Frank on like no tomorrow. His cock hardened up immediately and within seconds it was pressing up against his jeans.

  Amber caught the movement too and glanced at his crotch for a moment before turning her eyes back up towards his. But she was looking at him differently now. Gone was the remorseful look. It had been replaced by an evil little half-smile.

  “Yeah, there’s something I can do for you, alright,” she said. “Isn’t there?”

  Frank didn’t answer her. He just continued staring down at her, trying to look annoyed, even though it was growing increasingly difficult now that he saw where the situation was headed.

  “Yeah there is,” Amber said, crawling towards Frank until she was directly beneath him. She tilted her head further upwards, so her cheek was lying atop his thigh and her eyes were locked on his. Her grin had grown wider and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I just know I can get you to change your mind.”

  Frank hard-on was raging now, his cock bulging in his pants mere inches from Amber’s pretty little face. But still he didn’t say anything to her, letting her draw whatever she wanted from his silence.

  Still looking up at Frank, Amber started to rub his cock over his jeans. “This is what you want, right? This is what you’ve always wanted from me?”

  This time Frank nodded. He just couldn’t help himself. It was exactly what he’d always wanted from Amber. And he couldn’t believe he was going to actually get it.

  “That’s what I thought,” Amber said, sliding his zipper down and reaching her hand into the hole it created. She grabbed ahold of his cock and started to play with it, rubbing it softly but not pulling it out yet.

  Frank took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was trying to keep his cool and was mostly succeeding. But he was certainly enjoying himself too much to let this opportunity pass. This night looked like it was going to turn out even better than he could have ever hoped.

  With a little effort, Amber negotiated Frank’s cock out of his pants. It was rock-hard, sticking straight out, as solid as a 2X4.

  “Oh my god,” Amber said, admiring his cock with wide eyes. “It’s so big.”

  Frank had heard that a lot. He didn’t know how his cock compared to other men, but every woman he’d ever been with had marveled at its size, so he figured it must stack up pretty well.

  “Do you want me to suck on it?” Amber asked, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “If I suck on it will that makes things all better between us?”

  “No,” Frank said. “It’s gonna take a lot more than just sucking my cock to make us all better. But it’ll be a good start.”

  “Just tell me what else I need to do,” Amber said, jerking him off while she talked. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. “I’ll take whatever punishment you want to dish out on me. Do whatever you feel like you have to do to make things right with us.”

  “Don’t worry,” Frank replied. “I will. Now stop talking and hold your mouth open for me.”

  Amber nodded and did as she was told, opening wide, staring up at him the whole time. Her eyes were dancing with excitement.

  Frank was excited too. As excited as he’d even been in his life. Here he was, with a ridiculously hot young woman willing to do whatever he told her to without hesitation. It was, quite literally, a dream come true.

  “That’s right,” Frank said, not letting his excitement come through in his voice. “Just like that.” He didn’t want his exhilaration with the situation to overwhelm the anger he felt at Amber’s betrayal. He wanted to take full advantage of the situation, and therefore, Amber herself, and the best way to do that was the channel his anger and use it to give her the punishment she deserved.
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br />   Frank grabbed a handful of Amber’s hair with one hand and ahold of his hard cock with the other. He smacked her face a couple of times with the head of his cock then stuck it into her open mouth.

  “That’s perfect,” Frank said as he started pumping her mouth with his cock. “Don’t fucking move. Just sit there while I fuck your face.”

  Keeping a handful of her hair with one hand, Frank moved his cock in and out of Amber’s mouth, only giving her half of it in the beginning, to make sure she could handle it.

  Amber took it like a champ, not gagging despite his size, keeping her mouth open and her big blue eyes turned up to his while he pumped her face.

  “Not bad,” Frank said. “Not bad at all. But let’s see how you do with more of my cock.”

  Frank grabbed another handful of Amber’s hair with his free hand and started pumping her face with more intensity, pulling her head towards him as he came forward, giving her more and more of his cock with every thrust.

  Frank slammed his cock into Amber’s mouth as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat and tears began to leak down her cheek, smearing her mascara. But still she didn’t try to pull away. And somehow she maintained eye contact the entire time.

  “That’s right,” Frank said, staring down at Amber’s pretty face. “Take my cock in your mouth. Take it like the slut that you are.”

  And she did, keeping her mouth open even as saliva started pouring out of it, down her chin and onto the floor. It was quite impressive.

  Frank gradually increased the depth until he was giving Amber his entire cock with every pump, making it disappear into her mouth before pulling back and slamming it into her again while she gagged and coughed but still didn’t close her mouth or try and pull away.

  Frank pumped Amber’s mouth with his whole cock a couple more times before jamming it in one last time and holding it deep inside her, forcing her to deepthroat him. With his hands on the back of her head, Frank held Amber in place for nearly five seconds before releasing his hold on her.

  Amber’s head flew back and she coughed and gasped for breath as a river of saliva streamed out of her mouth, adding to the reservoir of spit on the hardwood floor from earlier.