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FILTHY EROTICA 58

4 DIRTY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Misty Rose

JT Holland

Taylor Jordan

Scotty Diggler

 Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, lesbians, threesomes, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT IS HOT AND BOTHERED BY MISTY ROSE

JUST A HINT OF ANAL BY JT HOLLAND

SHE’S THE BOSS BY TAYLOR JORDAN

MY NAUGHTY BABES: MELANIE BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT IS HOT AND BOTHERED

MISTY ROSE

  

Most men don’t understand the concept of give and take. Of course, there are men out there that need to be in control all the time and can’t deal with being a submissive or even for a couple seconds, but those aren’t the guys I’m talking about. The way I see it they’re hopeless; there’s no reason to even try and fix them.

No, the kind of man I’m talking about is the one who doesn’t mind when I take charge. But even in that case, the man needs to understand that just because I take the initiative doesn’t mean that I want to do all the work all of the time. Ideally we will trade off taking control, not only on a night-to-night basis, but even within the same session. I’ll spend a little time running the show, pushing him around, putting him in the positions that I want him to be in, but at some point he needs to take the reins for a little while too, forcing me to do with he wants.

This give and take is what provides that glorious tension that creates the most memorable fuck sessions. I want a man who’s going to treat me like an equal, and more importantly, one that allows me to treat him like an equal. I don’t want a control freak but I also don’t want a spineless jellyfish. I want a man that’s flexible but also willing to push his boundaries, and mine too. Of course, if he’s hot and has a nice body and big cock, that’s always a big plus. But in the end that’s not completely necessary. At least not for him to become a regular.

One guy that I work well with is Mike. Even though he’s eight years older than me he’s pretty good looking in a rugged sort of way. His body is only so-so, but he’s got a good-sized cock, and he knows how to use it. But most importantly he understands the concept of give and take, letting me have my way for a while but regularly imparting his will. Plus he’s just a cool guy; smart, mellow, self-deprecating, and a good conversationalist with an ironic sense of humor, just like me. While he’s not someone that I could ultimately see myself ending up with, he’s someone that I call when I need a good solid pounding. Like the other night.

 

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After a nice steak dinner at The Palm that included three bottles of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap, we headed back to Mike’s place. Once there I didn’t waste any time getting started. I told him to take a seat on the couch and slipped out of my black dress, leaving me in my black bra and panties and heels. 

“What do you think?” I asked, standing over him.

“I think you’re fucking incredible as always,” Mike said. “And then I think I should ask you what the hell you’re doing here with me instead of someone more attractive but I’m afraid you might answer honestly.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Mike,” I said. “Looks and brains aren’t everything you know.”

“Obviously not,” he said.

We shared a quick laugh.

“Okay, time to get serious,” I said, only half-joking. “Sex isn’t supposed to be fun dammit.”

“You’re right,” he said. “It’s supposed to be hard work.”

“It is if you’re doing it correctly,” I said.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Even though we spoke of being serious, we were both smiling. After all, sex was supposed to be fun and hard work.

I walked up to him and spread his legs apart then stepped forward until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. Leaning forward, my tits pushing down against his chest, I stuck my tongue in his mouth. He put his hands on my hips but I grabbed his wrists and pushed them aside.

“Not yet,” I said, pulling away. “You’ll have your chance later. For now just sit there and relax.”

He didn’t argue, putting his arms by his side and leaving them there.

I pulled off his shirt and kissed his neck then made my way down to his chest, kissing his pecs and licking his nipples. From there I moved down to his navel, kissing his skin as I moved.

Mike let out a little groan as I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze through his pants. Laughing under my breath, enjoying the control I had over him, I moved my head further down until it was at the same level as his groin.

Looking up at him, maintaining eye contact the entire time, I ran my tongue over the length of his cock, which was still trapped behind his pants but pressing stiffly against the material. Then I turned my head, took his bulge between my teeth like a dog with a bone, and bit down hard enough to make him squirm.

Shaking his head, he looked down at me. “You’re one evil little bitch, you know that right?”

“Of course,” I said, flashing him a devilish smile. “That’s what you love about me.”

“It is indeed,” he said, grinning at back at me. “But if you don’t speed things up a little bit I’m going to have to take control.”

“Promises, promises,” I said, enjoying the game just as much as he was.

Before Mike’s little outburst, I was going to free up his cock but instead I decided to mess with him some more. I was curious to see how much I could get away with before he turned the tables on me. 

I climbed up onto the couch and straddled his waist. Flicking my hair to one side, I put my hands on his bare chest and started to grind on his trapped cock, moving slowly back and forth atop it. Even though both our bottom halves were still covered, it wasn’t long before I was soaking through my panties.

I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to the ground, freeing up my breasts.

Mike reached for them but I intercepted his hands before they got there.

“Come on,” he said. “That’s not fair.”

“Nobody ever said life was fair,” I replied, my eyes gleaming with perverse enjoyment. “But if you want my tits that bad, who am I to deny them to you?”

Still holding his hands in my own, I leaned forward, pinning his wrists against the rear cushion of the couch while simultaneously putting my tits in his face.

He went to work immediately, latching onto my right breast and sucking on my nipple.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Get it nice and hard.”

Mike worked my nipple like a champ, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on it, even lightly biting down on it, constantly mixing things up to keep me from getting too comfortable. It didn’t take long at all before my nipple was sticking out like a pencil eraser.

I shifted my body slightly, giving him my other breast. He immediately latched onto the nipple and gave it the same treatment while I continued grinding on his cock.

Once my other nipple was hard, I pulled it out of his mouth, then leaned forward and stuck my tongue in his mouth. We made out for half a minute before I broke it off and slid down his body again, kissing his chest as I made my way down.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet, my body between his legs, my head right above his growing bulge. I undid the top button of his pants and pulled down his zipper, revealing his underwear. His cock was rock-hard behind it, pressing against the material. No surprise, considering how much I’d fucked with him already.

“A little excited, are we?” I said, looking up at him. “Especially considering your cock is still in your pants.”

“I’m surprised it hasn’t poked a hole in the cotton,” he said.

“Give it a little more time and maybe it will.”

“Any more time and I’ll explode before it even comes out.”

“Oh, I seriously doubt that,” I said. “I’ve put you through worse than this before and you’ve never had that problem.”

He glared at me for calling his bluff but didn’t say anything.

“No,” I said, “I think I’ll mess with you some more. I’m having too much fun to stop.”

Before Mike could reply, I grabbed his cock, which was still behind his briefs, and gave it a good squeeze. He breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened in surprise.

Smiling, I dropped his pants down around his ankles, leaving his underwear on. But I left his cock alone, lifting my body up and licking his stomach again, taunting him, torturing him, knowing that he liked being messed with just as much as I liked messing with him. Especially when he knew he would have a chance to flip things around later.

I ran my hands up Mike’s body and played with his nipples. My head was close behind, licking and kissing him as I made my way up his chest, my tits pressing against his cock.

I flicked his nipple with my tongue, sucked on it for a moment, and even gave it a little bite, eliciting from him a sharp gasp. Then I started to slowly making my way back down his body, dropping all the way to my knees and once again grabbing his cock through his underwear.

Staring up at him, still not releasing his cock from his briefs, I played with it, licking it through the material, rubbing it between my fingers, and rolling it against his leg.

Mike took a deep breath and let it out slowly, barely clinging onto his composure. Seeing him struggle like that turned me on immensely, but I also knew that if I wanted to keep messing with him I needed to start making a little more progress. Holding back too much would just cause him to take control. And I didn’t want that. Not yet, at least. I was enjoying myself too much.

With this in mind, I finally pulled Mike’s underwear off, freeing up his cock, causing him to literally moan with relief. Unsurprisingly, his cock was rock hard and sticking straight up.

“Oh, is that better?” I asked, my tone full of over-the-top mock sincerity.

He didn’t bother to answer, choosing to just glare at me instead.

Laughing softly, amazed with what Mike was letting me get away with, I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand while my other cupped his balls. Holding his cock tight, I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his cock a couple of times before taking the head in my mouth.

I sucked on the head of his cock in short quick strokes, still holding the skin of his shaft tight to increase the stimulation. Once I started to feel him getting anxious, I released my grip on his cock and dropped my head further down, taking half of it in my mouth and holding it there for a couple seconds before lifting back up. His cock was glistening with my saliva as I again gripped the base of it with my hand, this time jerking him off.

I dropped my head down a little bit and ran my tongue over his sack a couple of times before taking one of his balls in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I sucked on one of his balls, bouncing it around in my mouth then closing my lips around it and pulling on it, stretching out his sack. I switched over to his other testicle and gave it the same treatment before taking them both in my mouth and gargling on them.

“Holy shit that feels fucking good,” Mike said, staring down at me as I worked.

I caught his gaze and smiled as best I could with his balls in my mouth. I put a little extra pressure on them, causing him to squirm a bit, then released my hold on his balls and went back to work on his cock. Pressing it up against his stomach, I ran my tongue up the length of it, starting at the base and finishing at the tip.

Staring up at Mike, maintaining eye contact, I pulled his cock towards me. I slapped the head of it against my cheek a couple times, then slid it back into my mouth. I dropped my head down, taking his entire cock into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before lifting my head up.

“Goddamn you’re good at that,” he said.

“I should be,” I said. “I’ve had lots of practice sucking cock. Not as much as you, though.”

“Very funny,” Mike said, trying to act like he wasn’t amused. But his little smile told a different story.

“Come on, I’m hilarious,” I said as I smacked his cock against one my tits, moving from one to the other.

“You’re a regular comedian,” he said. “Now put your mouth to good use and stick my cock back into it.”

“Hey, watch your tongue,” I said, giving him a sharp smack on the inside of the thigh.

He jumped out of his seat and grunted in shock but his smile was still intact. I’d reacted just how he’d expected me to, no doubt exactly how he wanted me to.

“Just for that I’m going to mess with you some more,” I said.

He moaned in mock consternation but didn’t object. It was all part of the game.

I gathered up some of the saliva leftover from sucking his cock, then tilted my chin towards my chest and let the saliva drip from my mouth. It landed on my chest, in the channel between my tits. I gathered up more saliva and spit it on his cock, using my fingers to spread it around. Then I stuck his cock between my tits.

Looking up at him, I grabbed the outside of my tits and pressed inward with them, squeezing his cock tight to keep it in place. I tossed my hair back with a flip of my head, then started bouncing up and down, titty-fucking him.

Mike groaned and leaned back, tilting his head towards the ceiling for a moment before bringing his eyes back down to watch. He loved getting titty-fucked. It was a foolproof way to bring him to orgasm quickly. Which is why I was doing it to him. I knew he didn’t want to cum, not yet. And I didn’t want him to cum yet either. But I did want to torture him, and the best way to do that was to take him right to the edge and force him to use all his strength to keep from cumming.

To this end, I squeezed my tits even tighter together and started bouncing on him more aggressively. I tilted my chin down and stuck out my tongue, making contact with the tip of his cock when it snuck out from between my tits.

He groaned more loudly and bit down on his bottom lip and sat a little bit higher up. I could tell from his body language that he was rapidly approaching orgasm. If things didn’t change, he would be there within seconds. He knew it, and I knew it. But more importantly, he knew that I knew it. Which gave me all the control.

Cursing under his breath, Mike quickly pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits before he blew his load. But I wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

Before he had a chance to recover completely, I grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into my mouth. I ran my hand down under his sack and played with his balls while I sucked his cock, moving up and down quickly, taking it deep into my mouth with every thrust. Saliva dripped from my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts.

I pulled my head off his cock for a moment to catch my breath. He was looking down at me with a little smile on his face, proud of himself that he had conquered his urge to cum.

I took this as a challenge to get him right back to where he’d been just moments before. I flashed him a wink, then wrap my lips around his cock once again.

This time when I dropped my head down, I didn’t stop until I had swallowed his entire cock. Once I’d taken the whole thing in my mouth, I held it there, his cock deep in my throat, my nose pressing up against his flesh just below his stomach.

Still holding my head in place, I flicked my tongue out and licked his sack. He shuddered but I stayed locked onto his cock, deepthroating him for a full 10 seconds before finally pulling off. The tip of his cock was white from lack of circulation and it was shining in the light it has so much saliva covering it.

I took a couple of deep breaths, then prepared to deepthroat him again. But before I could get my lips around his cock and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, keeping me from making contact with it.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You don’t like it when I deepthroat you?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he said. “It’s that I like it too much.”

“So you don’t want to cum in my mouth while I’m sucking your cock?”

“Oh, I definitely want to cum in your mouth,” Mike said. “Just not yet.”

He stood up, lifting me up with him. Once we were both standing, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around and threw me down on the couch.

“Now it’s my turn to mess with you,” he said, standing over me. He stepped out of his pants then grabbed my panties and slid them off.

Giggling, I hooked my arms under my knees and spread my legs, opening myself up to him.

Mike dropped to his knees and slid two fingers inside my wet pussy.

My legs threatened to buckle from the initial pleasure, but I held them open and the feeling soon passed. But the enjoyment was just beginning.

Mike was an expert at finger-fucking, which is something I don’t understand why more men don’t embrace. After all, it was a fail-safe way to get a girl off without any of the danger of early ejaculation. Men could bang away for literally hours on end, giving their women multiple orgasms without having to worry about cumming too soon. Not only did it take away all the pressure off the man, it pretty much guaranteed that the woman was completely satisfied before they stuck their dick in her. Which meant he didn’t have to worry about lasting long enough to get her off, since she’d already cum.

Oh well, even if most men didn’t understand, at least Mike did. That was all that really mattered at the moment.

He started slowly, moving his hand back and forth in long, patient thrusts, his fingers going deep inside me, then backing out until they almost exited my pussy before sliding back in again.

Mike gradually began to pick up steam, moving his hand back and forth more quickly while still maintaining a perfect rhythm. My moans were increasing in intensity right along with his speed. 

He grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder. He moved in closer to me until his chest was pressing against the inside of my thigh, altering the angle of penetration just a bit, then slipped a third finger inside of my pussy.

I let out a little yelp of surprise, then lifted my hips to give myself more leverage so I could buck against him as he worked his fingers deeper and deeper inside me.

My chest was heaving and inarticulate sounds were coming from my throat as he hammered away at me, his fingers going deep inside my pussy while pushing up against the side walls of my vagina.

The pressure was nearly unbearable. And then he curled the tips of his fingers and went to work on my G-Spot. Then it was unbearable.

I came almost instantly, a piercing yelp escaping from my throat and my body shaking and shimmying as my pussy drenching his hand with juices. But he didn’t let up one bit; in fact, my orgasm just seemed to fuel Mike further.

He went after me even more aggressively after I came, giving me everything he had, his fingers hammering in and out of my pussy, which was now wetter than ever.

My entire body was on fire and I could barely breathe. I tried to pull away from Mike but he was having none of it. He grabbed my legs tight and held them against his body while continuing to slam his fingers inside me.

“I can’t take anymore,” I said, barely able to get the words out of my mouth.

“Yes you can,” Mike said. “You’re a big girl.”

“No I can’t,” I said, unsuccessfully trying to squirm away once again. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give me your cock.”

“Not yet,” he said. “I need to finish you off first.”

“I’m done,” I said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I’m so done.”

“No you’re not,” he said. “You’re not done until I say you’re done. Now shut up and take it. The more you complain the longer I’m going to go.”

I let out a shuddering groan but didn’t say anything else. At this point, my best hope was just to ride it out as best I could. I closed my eyes and just tried to go with the flow.

And for half a minute I was able to. Now that I had resigned myself to accepting the fact that no matter what I said, Mike was going to finger-fuck me until he decided to stop, I was able to give in and ride the wave of pleasure.

Then he stuck a fourth finger inside of me.

“Holy fucking shit,” I growled in an animalistic voice as he completely filled up my pussy, stretching me out, his fingers providing constant pressure on the inner walls of my pussy.

Mike covered my mouth with his hand to keep me from making any noise and continued banging away at me, his entire hand now practically disappearing inside my pussy. I opened my mouth to scream but he stuck his fingers inside it, forcing me to gag while continuing to hammer his fingers inside me.

Looking up at me, my eyes pleading, I willed him to stop, to give me a chance to regain control over myself. But he refused. He was enjoying his payback way too much.

Even though I was on the receiving end, he was the one in control, a complete reversal of our earlier scenario, but maintaining the same principles. That was what I loved about Mike; he totally got what made sex so wonderful. A combination of tension and anticipation made the ultimate payoff that much better. He knew, just as I did, that even though one part of me was pleading with him to stop, another part didn’t really want him to. Part of me wanted my boundaries pushed, wanted to be defied, wanted to be controlled.

This became apparent a couple minutes later as I came again, harder than I’ve ever cum before. My body shuddered uncontrollably for a full fifteen seconds and tears leaked out of my eyes. My legs shook and my pussy sprayed juices everywhere, drenching Mike’s hand and arm. Tears leaked out of my eyes and my chest heaved up and down, desperate for air.

Smiling, Mike let his fingers slip from my pussy. “There,” he said. “Now you’re done.”

“For good,” I said, barely able to talk. “I think you broke me.”

“You? Broken?” Mike said. “Never. You’re the toughest girl I know. Hell, you’re tougher than most of the guys I know. You’re damn sure tougher than me. No way could I have taken what you just did.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said, flashing him an evil smile. “Have you ever tried to take four fingers inside you before?”

“Hell no.”

“Then how do you know you couldn’t take it? I think we should give it a shot.” I made a move towards him like I was going to try and slip my finger into his ass.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, scrambling away.

I laughed. It was nice to regain control. Even if I did take the easy way out.

“Come on,” I said, not willing to let it go. “Some guys are into that sort of thing.”

“Not me,” Mike said.

“How do you know until you try it?” I asked, moving towards him again.

“Oh, I know,” he said, dancing behind a table to get away from me, his cock flopping around as he moved.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll stop trying to stick my fingers in your ass if you stop running away.”

“Do you promise?” he asked.

“Yes, I promise,” I said. “Now get over here so I can ride your cock for a little while.”

“If you insist,” he said, coming back over toward the couch.

“It’s my turn to regain control,” I said, grabbing him by the shoulders, and pushing him down onto the couch, just like he had done to me earlier. I climbed onto his waist, my knees bent, my legs shins flat on the cushion underneath my thighs, straddling his waist. I grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against my ass but didn’t yet slip it into my pussy. “You just sit there and let me do my thing.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, a little half-smile on his face.

I lifted my body up and placed the tip of his cock against my pussy, which was still completely drenched and wide open from the evening’s fun. I messed with him a little bit, rubbing my pussy lips on the head of his cock for a few seconds before finally dropping my body onto his, my pussy engulfing his cock as it slipped inside me.

At this point in the proceedings, I didn’t even bother taking things slow. Because of the length and nature of the foreplay, I knew Mike was too far along to last very much longer and I wanted to ride him for as long as possible before he came.

I put my hands on his chest for balance and started bouncing atop him with reckless abandon, impaling myself on his cock, pounding my body onto his. I rode his cock from the very tip all the way down to the base, slamming my ass down into his groin until I could feel his balls against my asshole, taking the entire thing in fast, rhythmic thrusts.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex; wet, slapping sounds as our bodies came together, grunts and moans and labored breathing.

I put my palms on top of Mike’s thighs and leaned back, arching my back and tilting my head up towards the ceiling, exposing the hollow of my neck and offering him my tits.

He took advantage, cupping his hands underneath them and lifting, pushing me even further back and changing the angle of penetration.

I hammered down on his cock a few more times before eventually resting my body on top of his. I straightened my legs out in front of me and wrapped them around his hips. Keeping his cock deep inside me, I moved  my hips back and forth, grinding on him, out faces mere inches apart.

Staring at Mike while I rode him, it was obvious that he couldn’t hold out much longer. But I didn’t want him to cum yet, so I slowed things down, leaning forward and kissing him, giving him a chance to recover while I gently moved against him.

But he was just too far along. Instead of slowing things down, Mike was ready to finish. He picked me up off of him and tossed me onto the couch. He stood up and turned to face me, grabbing my ankles and spreading them wide, opening me up.

Then he took a step forward and dropped to his knees and slipped his cock into my waiting pussy. Just like me earlier, he didn’t even bother taking things slow, giving me his entire cock in hard and fast strokes right from the beginning, holding my legs wide open the entire time.

Grunting wordlessly, he pounded away at me, giving me his cock balls deep with every thrust. He was no longer interested in any witty repartee; nature had taken over, his attention was focused solely on expelling his seed.

He released my ankles and shifted his hands to my tits, grabbing them as he continued to fuck me, squeezing them tight as he hammered away on my pussy. One of his hands slid up to my neck. He wrapped it around my throat and gave it a little squeeze, not enough to cut off any air but just enough that I could feel it. But he wasn’t really into the rough stuff, and his hand only lingered there for a few seconds before returning back to my tits.

Mike slid his feet backwards a little bit, then went after me with more intensity than ever, the new angle of entry allowing him deeper penetration. Holding my legs back with his arms, he pounded away at my pussy, his lower half slamming against me at the end of every thrust.

His hands made their way up under my knees. Pushing back on them, he rolled me up even more, lifting my ass further off the couch. With his hands, he pushed down on my legs, forcing them deep into the cushions, folding me practically in half. He spread his legs wider and slid his feet forward, giving himself even more leverage, allowing him to pummel me even harder than before.

I was close to my third orgasm of the night, but I knew I didn’t have long to finish. My hand flew down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit, trying to help things along.

At this point in the proceedings Mike was too far along to even care. It was no longer about control, it was only about pure pleasure. A single-minded, mad rush to the finish line; a race that was nearly over. The first leg of it, at least.

His pounding ramped up yet another notch and I knew he was just seconds away now. I went after my clit with more intensity, desperately trying to cum before he did. Because I knew that if he finished before I was then I was screwed. And not in the good way.

As it turned out, I started to cum at precisely the same moment he shot his load into me. The often talked about but rarely achieved simultaneous orgasm was a thing of pure beauty, our bodies peaking in unison as we stared into each other’s eyes. both of us feeding off the other’s pleasure to prolong the sensation for an extra couple of moments.

After Mike had finished he stayed inside me, our bodies joined together, not moving, just relishing the feel of each other while we came down off our orgasms. After we’d both caught our breath, he leaned forward and gave me a kiss, then pulled his cock out of my pussy.

He fell onto the couch beside me, his cock practically glowing in the light from the cum that coated it. It was still hard but fading, although not too rapidly. From the looks of things, he wouldn’t need very long to recover before being ready to go again. Half an hour, tops. If even that.

“So what do you think?” I asked, rolling over to look at him. “A shower and another bottle of wine, and then we can get started on round two?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Mike said. “And this time, we’ll spend more time on fucking than on foreplay.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” I said.

Mike stood up, then held out his hand, helping me off the couch. Holding hands, we headed towards the bathroom to get cleaned up before doing it all again.

Good old Mike, always the reliable lover. And a gentlemen to boot. I could do worse.  A lot worse. I had, in fact. Many times. And undoubtedly would again in the future.

For now, at least, I was satisfied. And really, what more could a girl ask for?

 

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JUST A HINT OF ANAL

SEX WITH STRANGERS: VOLUME FOUR

JT HOLLAND

  

It was a Friday night and I was at an Irish Pub a few blocks from my house, drinking some beers and scoping out the women. The pub was a popular hangout for the local college kids, a place to come at the end of the night and throw down a few beers before heading back home. They had a reputation for not looking to closely at ID’s, plus cheap prices and a reasonably comfortable atmosphere.

I was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a collared shirt. Nothing close to my normal attire, but perfect for the occasion. I’d scored many times in just such an outfit; it seemed to attract the kind of young women that inevitably ended up at this specific location on these nights.

But tonight it looked like I was going to strike out. I’d had a few beers and so far hadn’t really gotten anywhere and was considering hanging it up for the night. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was pushing 1AM and decided to have one last beer before tapping out. It turned out to be a great decision.

I ordered a Killian’s from the bartender and sat down at the bar. I had just taken my first drink when I saw a young woman enter that was utterly unlike anyone else that I’d ever seen in the place.

She was of Latin descent, with long, silky, dark brown hair and olive skin. Young, in her early twenties at the oldest, with a gorgeous face; big brown eyes, full lips, sultry nose, and lots of makeup, especially around the eyes.

She was wearing a pink sweater that barely covered her ass and showed off her ridiculous body. Tall and thin and fit but still soft, with curvy hips, a plump ass and firm, full breasts.

On her feet she had black leather knee-high boots, making her already long legs look like they went on forever. And to top things off her toe and finger nails were painted black.

She was gorgeous and sexy and slutty and incredible. Absolutely perfection.

She’d come in alone, looking around the place as though she was searching for someone specific. It quickly became apparent that whoever she was supposed to meet here hadn’t showed up. And without a good reason to stay, she wasn’t going to be in the pub for long at all; it just wasn’t her kind of place. I knew I needed to act fast. So I scooped up my beer and headed over towards her.

I decided to test my theory in the most straight-forward way possible. Walking up to her, I simply said: “Do you want to go back to my place and fuck?”

“Are you serious?” she asked, speaking like she wasn’t all that surprised to hear that exact question, like she’d been asked it a hundred times before.

“As a heart-attack,” I replied.

She looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat, her mouth turned up in a little smirk. “I don’t know, buddy,” she said. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not really my type.”

“What about this?” I asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her hand down towards my cock, which was already a little chubby and by no means on the small side. “Is this your type?”

“Perhaps,” she said. “But I’ve come across many guys in my life with big cocks. Most of them don’t know how to use them.”

“Well I can assure you that I do,” I replied.

“Maybe you do,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you can give me what I need.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

She looked at me sideways, dismissing me. “If you have to ask then you probably can’t deliver.”

“If you’re talking about an aggressive pounding, you might be surprised. Deep down I’m a pretty fucked-up guy.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,” she said, drinking from her beer.

“Why?” I asked. “Because I don’t have any tattoos or piercings?”

“That’s part of it,” she said.

“And the other?”

She shrugged. “For one, you’re dressed like a yuppie.”

“That’s because I’m playing a part.”

“And what part is that?”

“A wolf in sheep’s clothing,” I said, taking a drink from my glass. “It’s a little game I like to play.”

She turned her head towards me, suddenly more interested. “How does it go?”

“It’s simple,” I said, taking advantage of her interest to hop up onto the stool on the other side of her table. “I dress up like a nice, normal, everyday prude to attract a certain kind of girl.”

“What kind is that?”

“The cute, innocent little college that are always running around this place. Like her,” I said, pointing out a little blonde in a sundress, smiling widely and acting all shy. “Or her.” I pointed to a long-haired brunette wearing a skirt and sorority sweatshirt. “I make them think I’m a nice, normal guy, just looking to screw around a little bit.”

“And then?” she asked, clearly interested.

I finished off my beer and flashed her an evil little smile. “Then I give them a night they’ll never forget, even if they want to. But it also ends up being a night they’ll dream about for the rest of their lives, even if they won’t admit it.”

She chuckled and finished off the rest of her beer.

“Tell me you’re not at least a little intrigued,” I said.

“I have to admit, I’m a tad bit curious,” she replied. “But I still really doubt that you can give me what I need.”

“Maybe not,” I said. “But what’s the worst that can happen if you give me a chance? You come away a little disappointed?”

“Or worse yet, unsatisfied,” she said.

“Which was probably going to happen anyway,” I said.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, you obviously came here looking for someone that wasn’t here. And you’re clearly disappointed about that. And you’re sure as not going to find what you need at this place if you decide to pass on my offer and stick around.”

“True enough,” she said.

“So the way I figure it, you’ve got nothing to lose.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, I think you’re right.”

“Then let’s go back to my place,” I said, slamming the rest of my beer. “It’s only a few blocks away. I’m Mike, by the way.”

“I’m Isabella,” she said. “But you can just call me Bella.”

“Okay then, Bella, let’s rock.”

I took her hand and we left the bar.

 

#

 

“I’m guessing you like things a little rough,” I said as we walked along the sidewalk towards my house.

“More than a little,” she said.

“That’s what I figured. What about control?” I asked.

“What about it?”

“Do you like to have it or relinquish it.”

“Both,” she said. “It all depends on my mood.”

“And what kind of mood are you in tonight?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all if you took charge,” Bella said. “I kind of feel like being told what to do.” She flashed me a dirty little smile. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said, smiling back.

“And don’t take it easy on me,” she said. “I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever you can dish out.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, fighting the urge to lick my lips in excitement.

A couple minutes later we came to my door. I unlocked it, opened it, and let Bella in. After closing and locking the door behind her, I grabbed her arm and spun her around, right there in the living room.

“Get on your knees,” I said as I undid my belt and zipper, pulled off my pants and boxers and tossed them aside.

Bella did as she was told without hesitation. She was looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, desperate to please. My already hard cock was sticking straight out, practically poking her in the eye.

“Now suck my dick.”

Bella opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my cock and started bobbing back and forth on the head while her hand worked the shaft.

I grabbed her wrists, yanked her hands from my cock and forced them down to her side. “No hands,” I said. “Just use your mouth.”

Bella’s head bobbed faster and faster on my cock. Spittle ran down her chin and onto the floor. Gagging sounds escaped from her throat.

“That’s right,” I said. “Just like that.”

I glanced down at Bella, saw that her eyes were closed. I gave her a little smack on the cheek.

“Look up at me,” I said. “I want to saw your pretty little eyes while you suck that hard cock.”

Bella tilted her head slightly, allowing her to make eye contact while continuing to blow me. Her eyes were huge and full of the need to please.

“There you go,” I said. “That’s more like it. Keep looking up at me. No matter what happens I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Understand?”

She nodded as best she could with my cock in her mouth.

I put my hand on the back of Bella’s head to hold it in place and started pumping my hips forward, forcing her to take me deeper and deeper.

After pumping Bella’s mouth continuously for a good thirty seconds, I held her head in place, my cock three-quarters of the way inside her mouth, pressing on the back of her head, keeping it in place.

She started to choke.

“That’s it,” I said. “Fucking choke on that cock.”

Bella tried to back away but I didn’t let her go.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I said, taunting her as she struggled. “I didn’t said you could pull off yet.”

Bella still struggled to back away. But that was fine. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I liked it better when she struggled. It was more fun for me.

After another ten seconds I finally let Bella go. Her head flew back and she gasped for breath. Tears were leaking from her eyes, making her black mascara run down her cheek. It was sexy as hell. Not to mention hot as shit.

I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and used it to control her head. I pulled her face into me, smashing her mouth against the base of my cock. I rubbed her face against my flesh then pushed down on her head until her mouth latched on to my ball sack.

“That’s a good girl,” I said. “Suck on my balls.”

She took them both in her mouth and went to town, licking and sucking and fondling them with practiced ease. Her hand flew up to my cock and started jerking me off while she continued playing with my balls. From there, she continued southward, licking my taint before returning to my sack.

“You’re a dirty little fucking slut, aren’t you?” I said.

“The dirtiest,” she replied.

“Yeah? Well let’s just see how dirty you really are.” I forced her head even further down until her face was staring directly at my asshole. “Do you like the taste of ass?” I asked.

“I fucking love it,” she said.

“Prove it,” I said.

“With pleasure,” Bella replied.

She slid her hands onto my asscheeks and spread them apart, giving her more room to attack my asshole. And attack it she did, going after it with enthusiasm and energy. She started by exploring around the edges, getting me nice and warmed up before she dove in proper. Her tongue was magic, flicking in and out of her mouth, working my asshole with skill, getting it nice and wet and slippery and sloppy.

After going to town on my asshole for almost a full minute, I grabbed a handful of Bella’s hair and roughly yanked her to her feet. Leaning in, I touched my forehead against hers, taking in her breaths from close range.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said. “You like it when I dominate you. When I forced you to do things you don’t want to. Don’t you?”

She nodded, her breath still ragged.

“What?” I said. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” Bella said, her voice desperate and laced with need. “I love it. I fucking love it.”

I slid my hand under her dress and yanked her panties aside, then jammed two fingers into her pussy and started banging away, going full-bore right from the get-go. With my other hand I yanked down on the top of her dress, spilling her tits out. I gave them each a squeeze and a little smack while continuing to finger-fuck her mercilessly.

Bella started to moan. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth and her eyes were wide and staring into mine.

I slid a third finger into her pussy, and then a fourth, and continued banging away, hammering my fingers into her, shoving them deep inside her, as far as they would go, then sliding them back out again to repeat the process.

Bella’s breath was coming rapidly now and little sounds were coming out of her mouth even though she was trying desperately to hold them in. Her hands had migrated up to her tits and she was squeezing them with everything she had. Her pussy was soaking wet, drenching my hand and causing wet, squishy sounds as I continued banging away at her pussy.

After a particularly aggressive couple of finger thrusts, Bella’s body tensed up for a moment before releasing as an orgasm ran through her. She let out a guttural groan and her pussy squirted out a river of juices, sending a stream onto the hardwood floor.

I punctuated her orgasm by rapidly yanking my fingers out of her and then smacking her pussy a couple of times, sending her into another convulsion.

“Holy fucking shit,” Bella said quickly, like it was a single word. Her breath was ragged as she tried to recover.

But I didn’t gave her a chance to, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her towards the floor before she was fully recovered.

“On your hands and knees,” I said, giving her a smack on the ass to get her moving.

She scrambled down, turning her head to look up at me as she dropped, as if to ask if she was doing it correctly. She was, but I wasn’t going to let her know that. Squatting down behind her, I gave her a double smack to the ass, one hand for each cheek.

“Face forward,” I said. “Arms locked out. Ass up in the air.”

Bella did as she was told.

Staring down at Bella, I marveled at how sexy and slutty she was, especially with her heels still on and her dress framing her body, even though it was scrunched up around her midsection.

I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her. After looking down at her tight, perfect little ass and then running my gaze up her slim, well-defined back with her black hair spilled over it, I grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slide it into her wet, gaping pussy.

Bella gasped loudly as I started hammering away at her, slamming my cock in and out of her with full force right from the start, not even bothering to take things slow.

She let out an even louder moan as I grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked on it, forcing her to arch her back to alleviate some of the pressure.

I looked down at the straining muscles of her back as I fucked her doggy-style, her vertebrae sticking out and her shoulder blades protruding as she struggled beneath me. My body was slamming into hers with enough forced to make her ass jiggle with every thrust.

“You like this, don’t you?” I said, practically snarling the words at her. “You like it when I fuck you mercilessly, don’t you?”

Bella nodded her head.

“Say it,” I growl. “I want to hear you said it.”

“I love it!” Bella said between ragged breaths and deep, guttural moans. She was almost screaming the words. “I fucking love it when you hammer my pussy!”

Hearing her voice turned me on even more, made me want to fuck her even harder. I released my hold on her hair and let my hands slide to her shoulders. Gripping them tightly, I yanked her entire body back towards me as I moved forward, allowing me even deeper penetration every time our bodies come together.

“Holy fuck!” Bella screamed as I pummeled away at her, our flesh smacking together loudly, the sounds of sex echoing about the room.

After a few more brutal pumps, I slammed my cock into Bella one final time, holding it deep inside her pussy, grinding away, forcing it as deep as it would go. I threw my arm around her neck, choking her with it while I hold her body in place, making it impossible for her to get away. She struggled against me, trying to escape, but I didn’t let her, holding her there, my cock planted all the way inside her pussy while my arm continued squeezing the breath from her body.

“Take it,” I said, my voice not much more than whisper. “Take it like the good little slut you were. Show me how tough you are. Show me how much you can take.”

Once I thought she’d enough, I released my hold on her throat. As she gasped for breath, I pushed her head towards the floor, keeping her on her hands and knees. I angled her head a little to the right, until it was right above the reservoir of juices her pussy squirted out a couple minutes ago.

“Lick it up,” I said, pushing her face towards the puddle. “Clean up the mess you made earlier.”

Bella did as she was told, sticking her tongue out and lapping up the liquid like a cat drinking milk.

“That’s a good girl,” I said. “Now swallow it down.”

She took a big gulp and swallowed it.

“You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you,” I said.

Bella turned her head towards me and nodded.

“Do you want me to continue to defile you?”

She nodded again.

“Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to treat me like the slut I am,” she said, and from the tone of her voice, I could tell that she meant every word. “Do whatever you want to me. Make me pay. Make me suffer. I deserve it. I want you to destroy me.”

I shivered with anticipation and delight. There was just something about Bella’s attitude—part defiant, part punk, part innocent, and all slut—that brought out the worst in me.

I turned her head sideways and pressed her face against the hardwood floor, right into what was left of her puddle of pussy juices. Holding her face flush against the floor, I climbed to my feet until I was squatting above her, keeping my dick inserted in her pussy the entire time.

Now with my newfound leverage, I was able to fuck Bella even more forcefully than ever, and I did so, hammering away at her pussy with everything I had, my cock slamming into her with as much aggression as I could muster.

She was screaming louder than she had all night, and her face was twisted in discomfort, but still I pummeled away, fucking her like I was trying to break her in half, my hands on her asscheeks, gripping them hard enough to leave finger marks, spreading them wide and holding them open, making her little asshole gape below me.

“Break that fucking pussy!” Bella screamed. “Turn me fucking inside out!”

So I tried to, my body slamming into hers hard enough to make her ass ripple and jiggle after every collision.

The emotional turn-on of watching her willingly suffer in addition to the sheer nastiness of seeing her asshole beckoning me combined with the pure physical enjoyment of my cock hammering in and out her pussy very nearly took me over the edge.

I abruptly stood up, yanking my cock out of her pussy and took a few deep breaths, barely averting disaster. I was having way too much to finish up already. There were still so many things I wanted to do to her.

But I needed a few minutes to cool down. Not to mention give her a little extra pleasure. Sometimes that’s more fun than anything else. Especially when you are in complete control of how much pleasure they are getting.

With that in mind, I smacked Bella on the ass and then dropped to my knees behind her. Leaning forward, I stuck my tongue out and ran it up the length of her pussy.

She let out a little yelp, followed by an excited giggle.

I licked the edges of her pussy with my tongue, eliciting more excited sounds from her mouth, then plunged the tip of my tongue inside her wet, juicy snatch.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned. “That feels so fucking good. Eat that pussy. Eat that fucking pussy.”

I bobbed my head forward and back, forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy, my excitement growing right alongside hers.

After forcing my tongue as far into her pussy as it would go and holding it there for a few seconds while Bella squirmed, I let it out slowly, centimeter by centimeter. 

Rising up a little bit, I put my hands on her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and started licking her asshole.

She yelped in surprise again, but didn’t make any move to get away. In fact, she let out a low, pleasure filled moan and pressed her ass back against my face.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” I said, pulling back just enough to get the words out.

Looking back at me, she nodded her head.

“Do you want me to do it some more?”

She nodded again.

I smacked her on the ass. “Say it.”

“I want you to do it some more,” Bella said.

“Do what?” I asked, smacking her on the ass again.

“I want you to lick my asshole some more,” she said, her voice full of need.

I smacked her ass again, and again, and again, until it was bright red. “How do you ask?”

“Please,” she begged. “Please lick my asshole with your tongue.”

“Okay,” I said. “But only because you asked nicely. But after it’s all nice and wet and loosened up, I’m going to stick my cock in there and fuck your ass like there’s no tomorrow. Understand?”

Biting down on her bottom lip, Bella nodded.

I smacked her ass again. “Say it.”

She let out a groan and said, “I understand.”

“That’s better,” I said.

Smiling widely, I went back to work, sticking the tip of my tongue into her asshole and working it in circles for a little while before jamming it as far into her anus as it would go.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Bella said expelling it all as though it was one word. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop! It feels so fucking good!”

So I didn’t, smashing my face against her ass until it felt like she was going to swallow me up. I’m not sure how long I worked her asshole with my tongue but it felt like days. And I had no desire to stop. I was totally digging it, not only the sheer nastiness of it all, but having absolute control over her pleasure.

The only problem was, it was turning me on too, to the point that all I could think about was fucking Bella’s ass proper. So I pulled my tongue out of her asshole and climbed up to my knees and replaced it my rock-hard cock.

Bella let out a gasp followed by a low moan as I worked my cock into her asshole, slowly at first, pushing gradually as she loosened up, until my cock was almost halfway inside her anus.

“Holy shit your cock feels so good in my ass,” she said between gasping breaths as I continued working my cock in and out of her asshole in rhythmic thrusts.

After a good minute of fucking Bella’s asshole gently, she had loosened up enough for me to start going after her with some aggression. And I took advantage, slamming my cock into her anus, giving it to her balls-deep with every thrust while she moaned and groaned and screamed and grunted beneath me.

Her palms were on the floor, her arms locked out, her back arched and her chin tilted towards the ceiling, causing her long brown hair to spill down her back. I immediately grabbed ahold of it and gave it a tug, forcing her to arch her back even further to relieve the tension.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed while I continued pummeling her asshole. “Punish me. Make me pay for being a bad girl!”

So I did, hammering away at her asshole like never before, slamming my cock in and out of her, my hips smacking against her ass with every pump, our bodies pounding against each other.


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