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  Jasmine flashed me a little smile then tilted her head back and swallowed my cum down in one gulp.

  I laughed under my breath and shook my head, amazed at Jasmine’s filthiness. And I knew it was only the tip of the iceberg, which was even more exciting.

  “You’re one hell of a nasty girl,” I said. I meant it as a compliment and she took it that way.

  “I appreciate the kind words,” she said. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

  “Why thank you,” I said with mock seriousness. “I have to admit though, I was a little surprised there at the end. I thought this session was all about you.”

  “It was,” she said. “But I just figured if you were willing to eat your own cum, the least I could do is match you,” she said, smiling at me.

  “Sounds fair to me,” I said. “So, I have to ask: Is this session officially over?”

  “Yes it is,” she replied. “It’s now your turn to do whatever you want to me.”

  I smiled. “Well, first of all, I want us to both start drinking. That will allow me to open up more, not to mention, give me a little time to recover.”

  “That sounds great,” Jasmine said. “You relax and I’ll go open up a bottle of wine.”

  #

  “Should I open another bottle?” Jasmine asked. It had been forty minutes since we finished up the first session and had already finished two bottles of wine. We didn’t bother getting cleaned up or even putting on any clothes. We just sat there, on her couch, naked and gross, drinking wine and talking.

  “Nope,” I said. “I’m ready.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive,” I said, feeling great. The wine had loosened me up considerably. “But I have to warn you, now that I’m lubed up, it’s going to be much easier for me to pay you back for what you did to me there at the end of the last session.”

  “I know,” Jasmine said. “Whether or not you take things far enough is a whole different story.”

  “I’m just worried I’m going to take it too far,” I said.

  “There’s no such thing as too far,” she replied. And from the look on her face, she meant it too.

  “We’ll just see about that.”

  “Yes we will,” Jasmine said. “Yes we will indeed.”

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked.

  “Positive,” she replied. “Are you?”

  “Fuck yeah,” I said.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, leaning back on the couch.

  I didn’t have a good answer, so I dropped to my knees in front of her and slid my hand up the inside of her thigh.

  I started Jasmine off slowly, with two fingers inside her pussy, moving them back and forth, rubbing the underside of her clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed. After I was banging away at her pretty good, I curled my fingers, allowing me to hit her G-spot while continuing to work my hand inside her, moving it more quickly with every thrust.

  “I have to say, this wasn’t quite what I was expecting,” Jasmine said softly between moans.

  “I learned this little trick from you,” I said, grinning up at her.

  “What’s that?” she asked. “How to finger a woman’s pussy? I don’t think I taught you that one.”

  “Not that,” I said. “The trick of making your partner feel good early on so they’ll be more willing to do what you want as the session goes forward.”

  “Oh yeah,” she said, flashing me a smile. “That’s a good one.”

  “Which is exactly why I’m borrowing it,” I said, going back to work on her pussy.

  Once Jasmine was nice and warmed up, I threw one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle of penetration. She lifted her hips up to help the cause, granting me deeper access to her insides.

  Low groans were coming from her mouth and her breathing rate was increasing with every passing second. She was obviously enjoying herself, which was good. It meant that my plan was working so far.

  Reaching around her leg with my free hand, I grabbed one of her huge, amazing tits and gave it a rough squeeze. Her eyes opened wider for a moment and her face glazed over with excitement.

  “You like that, do you?” I said.

  Jasmine nodded.

  “That’s good to know,” I said, switching over to her other breast and giving it the same treatment while continuing to bang away at her insides with my fingers.

  I released her tit and reared back and gave it a slap, right on the nipple.

  “Fuck yeah,” Jasmine said, staring right at me. “Do it again.”

  So I did, harder this time.

  “That’s right,” she said. “Smack my fucking tits. Slap me around like I’m your little playtoy. Do whatever you want to me.”

  “I’m going to,” I said as I continued smacking away at her tits, one and then the other while her groans grew ever louder and more intense.

  Wanting to push the envelope even further, I slipped another finger inside her pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure. I grabbed her ankle and pushed her leg back towards her head, pressing it against the back of the couch, folding one side of her body in half, then I forced my fingers deeper inside her, pushing through the tightness caused by my third finger.

  “Goddamn that feels fucking good,” she said as I slammed my fingers into her pussy hard enough to make my forearm burn. “Right there, right fucking there!”

  Lots of women got off more quickly from fingers than from cocks, especially when done right, and Jasmine was no exception. With me finger-fucking her with reckless abandon with one hand and my other hand roughly working her tits, it wasn’t long before she was cumming.

  Her body tensed beneath me for a moment—her legs freezing and her breath catching in her throat—before releasing. As the orgasm passed through her, Jasmine let out a series of curses and her legs twitched and her head shook from side to side.

  But I didn’t stop finger-banging her. I didn’t even slow down. If anything, I sped things up, hammering away at her harder than ever.

  “Holy fuck!” she cried, still not quite recovered from her orgasm. She grabbed my arm, presumably to pull my fingers out of her pussy, but I yanked it away and held it down at her side.

  “No, no,” I said. “I’m not through with your pussy yet. Just sit back and take it. Understand?”

  Jasmine nodded her head vigorously. Her eyes were opened wide and sweat was gathering on her forehead and her hair was all messed up.

  “Do whatever you want to me,” she said.

  “Don’t worry,” I replied. “I intend to.” Just to punctuate the point, I slipped a fourth finger inside her pussy.

  “Holyshitmotherfucker,” she said breathlessly, making it all sound like one word. “They don’t all fit in there.”

  “Yes they do,” I said, slowly working my fingers, loosening her up more and more, stretching her pussy out. “See, they fit in there just fine.”

  Jasmine started shaking her head back and forth but I knew she wanted to be controlled like this, to be made to do whatever I wanted. And even if she didn’t, we agreed beforehand that this was my session to do what I wanted. Her discomfort was all part of my plan. And it was working to perfection.

  “Take it,” I said, staring down at her as my fingers moved further inside her, constantly seeking out deeper access.

  “I can’t,” she said.

  “Yes you can,” I replied. “You’re a big girl. You can take whatever I can dish out, remember?”

  “I was wrong,” Jasmine said.

  “No you weren’t,” I said. “You’re doing great. You can handle it.”

  “Okay,” Jasmine said. “I’ll try.”

  She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her face and chest were bright red from exertion and her breath was labored and her whole body was quivering.

  “That’s it,” I said.

  She seemed to be getting used to four of my fingers inside her, which meant it was time to take
things even further.

  “Grab your fucking tits. Squeeze them. Give yourself something else to think about.”

  Jasmine did as she was told.

  “There you go,” I said. “Good girl. Now anytime you feel like you can’t take it anymore, squeeze them harder. Or slap them. Anything to take your mind off of how good my fingers feel in your pussy.”

  “Why?” Jasmine said, barely able to get the words out. “What are you going to do?”

  Instead of answering, I dropped my head down and buried my face in her pussy, my mouth right above my fingers.

  “Oh Jesus Christ,” she said, her voice reaching a whole new level. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

  But I wasn’t, and I went to work on her clit with my tongue while continuing to work her pussy proper with my fingers.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Jasmine screamed while I went to town on her.

  Looking up out of the corner of my eyes, I could her groping her tits hard enough that her fingers were white from the lack of blood flow. And a few seconds later she started smacking away at her tits, hard enough that the room was filled with the sound of gunshots.

  But apparently it wasn’t enough to distract her.

  “Okay, okay!” she screamed. “Enough! Enough! I’m done!”

  “No you’re not,” I said, lifting my tongue off her clit and holding my fingers deep inside her but not moving them anymore. “You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

  “Yes I am! I can’t take it anymore!”

  “You can’t take what?” I asked. “The pleasure? Because that’s all this is. No pain, just pleasure.”

  “But there’s too much of it,” Jasmine said, starting to calm down a bit now.

  “Too much pleasure, is that what you’re telling me?” I said. “Is that really what you’re saying?”

  “Yes,” she said, but doubtfully.

  “I told you I was going to pay you back for what you did to me,” I said.

  “I know,” she said, barely able to get the words out. “But this isn’t what I was expecting.”

  “That’s what makes it so fun,” I said. “It’s pushing the envelope, not just giving you what you—and I—already know you can take.”

  “I guess,” she said, conceding the point.

  “Besides, if you want to keep playing this little game of ours tonight, you have to deal with it.”

  “Fine,” she said. “Finish doing your thing. But I have to warn you, I’m going to make you pay for this next time.”

  “I know you will,” I said, grinning at her. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”

  She couldn’t help but smile back.

  “Now grab your legs and pull them back by your head,” I said. “It’s time to finish off the first part of this session once and for all.”

  Jasmine did as she was told, taking things a step further, even, by grabbing her legs and wrapping them around her head, so her ankles were crossed behind the back of her neck.

  “There you go,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about. Now sit back and relax.”

  “I’ll try,” she said.

  I went back to working her pussy with my four fingers, stretching out the side walls of her vagina, pounding her with as much force as I could muster, my hand disappearing inside her. Shortly after that I started in on her clit with my tongue, flicking it and licking it and sucking on it.

  After a couple minutes of banging away aggressively, Jasmine was getting close to where she was before we’d taken our little break to talk things out.

  “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” she said, practically in tears, her leg muscles taut and rippling, her skin shining with sweat. Her head was thrown back, her eyes towards the ceiling and her hands firmly squeezing her tits.

  Jasmine was still in a bit of distress, but she was dealing with it better than before. Which just meant that I had to turn things up even more.

  I rubbed a couple of fingers from my free hand over her pussy, getting them lubed up with her juices, then let them wander downward, towards her asshole. As I continued working her clit with my mouth and her pussy with the fingers of my right hand, I started rubbing around the outside of her asshole with the index finger of my left.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, what the fuck is this!” she cried, her voice quavering as a humorless laugh escaped from her mouth and her tension returned to the place where it had been before our break.

  Smiling, I took this as a sign I was once again truly pushing her boundaries, and pressed on, tinkering with her asshole for a few more seconds before sliding the tip of my finger inside it.

  Jasmine yelped and followed that with a low, guttural moan that was a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, exactly what I was going for. But even though she was back in the same spot as before, she handled it better, not begging me to stop every five seconds.

  So I pressed on, slipping a second finger into her asshole, then a third, then a fourth, all the while not letting up on the other parts of her at all.

  After working both her holes with four fingers and her clit with my tongue for a good two minutes while she screamed and moaned and groaned and shook and shimmied beneath me, another orgasm reared its head.

  “I’m gonna fucking cum again holy shit here it comes, fuck, fuck, ohmyfuckingod!” Jasmine cried.

  As she came I pulled my fingers out of her holes and rubbed her clit with serious aggression, eliciting yet another sharp gasp from Jasmine. A few seconds later she was trying to back away from me, to escape my fingers.

  But I wouldn’t let her. I’d told her I was going to pay her back for what she did to me and this was a major part of it, taking things further than I had any reason to.

  So as Jasmine tried to back away I again slid three fingers back into her pussy and grabbed her ankle with my other hand to keep her from escaping.

  Screaming wordlessly, Jasmine tried to spin away but I stayed with her, using her momentum to flip her over so her chest was on the couch.

  From here I was easily able to hold her down and slam my fingers into her from behind, finishing her off once and for all while she grunted like an animal beneath me.

  Laughing, I gave her a slap on the ass and yanked my fingers out of her snatch and quickly stood up and backed away, out of range.

  Jasmine leapt to her feet, her face a mask of sweat and runny makeup. Glaring at me, she shook her head and said, “You’re going to pay for that, mister.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, grinning widely. “I know, I know. But not yet. Do you know why?”

  “Because you’re still in control,” Jasmine said reluctantly.

  “That’s right,” I said. “And considering how much attention I just spent on your pussy, I think it’s time you repay some of that on my cock. Now drop to the floor and crawl over here.”

  Still glaring at me, but with a hint of good-natured humor behind her eyes now, Jasmine dropped to her hands and knees and started crawling towards me.

  Once she made her way over to me, Jasmine wrapped one hand around my shaft, opened her mouth, and slipped my cock inside. She sucked on the tip and stroked my shaft at the same time, taking her time at first but eventually picking up steam. It wasn’t long before her mouth was dropping further and further down my cock with every thrust.

  “That’s a good girl,” I said. “Suck that cock like you mean it.”

  Her head continued bobbing on my cock, moving faster and faster, working it hands-free now. She was taking nearly the whole thing in her mouth with every thrust. Her hair was flying everywhere and saliva was running down her chin. The room was filled with gagging and slurping noises.

  “That’s it,” I said, pumping my hips forward slightly. “Give me what I want. Take that cock all the way down your throat.”

  Staring up at me, constantly maintaining eye contact, Jasmine bobbed on my cock a couple more time before making it disappear, slamming it deep into her throat and holding it there, choking on it.
/>   She started to cough and gag and then went to pull her head back but my hands shot out and grabbed the back of her head and held her in place.

  “Where are you going?” I said, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed and her face clearly displayed her struggles. Choked, slurpy sounds were coming from her throat.

  “I didn’t say you were done yet,” I said, pushing her head towards me, forcing her to continue deepthroating me.

  She gagged again, then coughed, tickling my cock. Her face was starting to turn red and there was saliva everywhere and snot was coming out of her nose.

  “Three more seconds,” I said. “Then I’ll let you go. Three. Two. One.”

  I released her head and it went shooting back. Jasmine coughed and sucked in a lungful of air and coughed again, then glared up at me with evil intent.

  “Hey, you started this little game,” I said, giving her a sly little smile. “Don’t give me that look.”

  Jasmine’s look didn’t change one bit, nor did I expect it to. But it was still fun to give her crap.

  “What’s the matter?” I said. “Are you giving up?”

  “Fuck no,” she said, practically spitting the words out.

  “Then stop your pouting and get yourself back over here,” I said. “We’re not even close to done yet.”

  Still glaring at me, Jasmine did as she was told.

  “Spit on my cock,” I said.

  She did, gathering up a ton of saliva and making my cock all wet and slippery.

  “Now jerk me off,” I said.

  She did that too, still looking defiant but obviously enjoying being bossed around. Otherwise why would she do what I told her to?

  “Is this what you want?” she asked, spitting the words out.

  “To start.”

  “And what else?” she asked.

  “Play with my balls,” I replied.

  She grabbed my sack with her other hand and squeezed them, a bit more roughly than I’d been expecting, although in hindsight, it should have been obvious. But I just rolled with it, not giving her the pleasure of seeing my discomfort.

  “Take them in your mouth,” I said.

  She dropped a little lower and slid her body further underneath mine. She pressed and held my cock against my stomach then proceeded to lick them and suck on my balls, one at a time.