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EROTIC LADIES

8 TALES OF FILTH

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Michael Scott Taylor

Rickie Sheen

Jordan Parker

Nikki Taylor

Dirk Rockwell

Misty Rose

Scotty Diggler

Copyright 2017 by AE Publications

AE 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 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

BANGING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT BY JT HOLLAND

PUNISHED BY HIS DIRTY GIRLFRIEND BY MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

FILTHY LITTLE COWGIRL BY RICKIE SHEEN

DOMINATING MY HANDSOME NEIGHBOR BY JORDAN PARKER

AN INCREDIBLY SEXY THREESOME BY NIKKI TAYLOR

DESECRATING THE SUITE BY DIRK ROCKWELL

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS SLAMMED HARD BY MISTY ROSE

BANGING IN THE SHOWER BY SCOTTY DIGGLER


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BANGING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT

JT HOLLAND

 

When did 21-year old girls become such nasty little sluts? Back when I was that age—which was less than 10 years ago, mind you—it was nearly impossible to find a girl that would sleep with you without at least going out for a couple of dates. And once you got them in bed they barely knew what they were doing. And getting a decent blow job? Forget about it. Let alone anything nastier.

But nowadays it seems like they’d rather spent a night getting freaky in the sack instead of even bothering with dinner and a movie. And not just straight fucking, but dirty, filthy, perverted shit. Girls these days will do things on the first night that I couldn’t get my old girlfriends to do months into the relationship. Not to mention the attitudes they have. Trash-talking is the norm. They have no shame. Or respect. Or morals. 

I don’t know if it’s the proliferation of internet porn or just the degradation of our society, but 21-year olds have definitely changed. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Especially when one of them takes an interest in me.

 

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Her name was Riley and she was a tiny little 21-year old girl. She was barely north of five feet tall and she couldn’t have been more than half my weight. She was skinny but athletic, with tanned skin, wavy brown hair, a cute but not-too-innocent face, small tits, an incredibly tight ass and thin legs. Exactly how I liked my women. Young, cute, petite and all natural. None of that plastic surgery crap for me. And, as it turned out, I was exactly how she liked her men. Older. And attractive. Or so she said.

We met at a BBQ one of my neighbors was throwing. Riley’s sister was friends with my neighbor’s girlfriends brother or some crap like that. I don’t really know, nor do I care. What matters was that she showed up at the party and saw me and started a conversation with me. She didn’t stay long, but before she left she gave me her address and asked me to come over the next day around noon to hang out. I told her I’d love to and then she took off.

I showed up the next day not knowing what to expect. But as soon as she  answered the door it was obvious what was going on. She had on a pink, lacy top that barely covered the top half of her perky little tits and pink and white striped panties. Nothing else.

My cock immediately started to rise.

“For some reason I feel overdressed,” I said, flashing her a little smile as I walked in.

“Don’t worry,” Riley said, closing the door behind me. She leaned up against me and looked up at my face. Her head barely reached my shoulders. She ran her hand down my chest, over my stomach and settled on my cock. “I’ll take care of that soon enough.”

 “You don’t waste any time, do you?” I said.

“What can I say?” Riley replied. “I know what I want.” She gave my cock squeeze. “And from what I can tell, you want it too. I don’t see why we shouldn’t just get right down to it. Unless, of course, you aren’t comfortable with that.”

“It’s fine with me.”

“I thought you’d feel that way,” she said, undoing my zipper. “Now let’s see what you’re packing down there.”

She dropped down to her knees and pulled my cock out. It was sticking straight out, hard enough to hammer nails. It wasn’t the biggest cock in the world but it wasn’t the smallest either. Right around 7 inches long but thicker than most. Plenty big enough for even the sluttiest of girls out there. Which was a list that Riley was near the top of, from what I could tell.

Her eyes widened when she saw it out in the open but only for a moment. She didn’t want me to know how excited she was. Apparently she had a facade to maintain. Which was fine by me. I loved girls with attitudes. It just made things more fun.

“Well, what do you think?” I asked, taunting her just a bit.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” she said, deliberately playing down her excitement. But she couldn’t completely mask it no matter how hard she tried. “Of course, size doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do with it.” She pulled her gaze from my cock and looked up at me. “Do you?”

“I do,” I said. “The real question is: Do you?”

She scoffed. “Please. Just watch me.”

Without further ado, she 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, working slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, her mouth dropping further and further down my cock with every thrust.

Her head was bouncing forward and back, moving faster and faster. Her hair was flying everywhere. She took my cock three-quarters of the way down her throat, and held it there for a good five seconds, maintaining eye contact the entire time, before gagging and pulling her head back.

Riley took a single deep breath, then gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit it on my cock. Still staring up at me with an evil little smile on her face, she jerked me off.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked. “Do you like seeing it planted in my pretty little mouth?”

Smiling back at her, I nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Riley said. “Just wait till you see what else I can do.”

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

I took a deep breath and let out a little moan.

“You like that, huh?” she said. “You like it when I play with your balls?”

I nodded again.

Riley snickered, enjoying her control over me, then went back to work. She gripped my ball sack just under the base of my cock, creating a tight little package with my balls as the gift. Then she took the whole thing in her mouth, sucking on it like she was trying to pull my balls out the bottom of my sack.

I shuddered and made another involuntary noise.

She relaxed on the pressure a bit, bouncing my balls around in her mouth while jerking me off for a few seconds before suddenly sucking on them more aggressively than ever, eliciting yet another gasp from my mouth.

Riley was expertly straddling the line between pleasure and pain, keeping me on my toes, not letting me get comfortable, heightening my sensation like a pro.

I tried not to wonder how an 21-year-old could already be so good at things that took so much practice but it was difficult not to. Not that it really made a difference. Whatever she’d done before we hooked up was none of my business.

She played with my balls for a little while longer before releasing them with a pop. Looking up at me with her hand still around my cock, she slapped it against her cheek couple of times .

“Fuck my face, baby,” Riley said. “Fuck my pretty little face.”

“With pleasure,” I said.

I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and slid my hard cock into her open mouth. I pumped my hips forward and back, pulling her head towards me in time with my movements, slamming my cock deep into her mouth with every thrust. Gurgled, strained sounds escaped from her throat as I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her mouth before sticking it back in, balls deep, over and over. Saliva dripped out of her mouth and onto the hardwood floor, creating a reservoir of spit.

Seeing the mess we were making, I decided to see just how far she’d go. I wanted to see how much of a slut she really was; just your garden variety freak or someone willing to push the envelope and do things that were just flat out nasty and deviant.

“You’re making a mess,” I said, pulling my cock out of her mouth to give her a chance to take a breath. “Clean it up.”

I released Riley’s hair, and she immediately dropped down to her hands and knees. Leaning over, she ran her tongue over the pool of saliva, licking it up. When that proved inefficient, she sucked it up into her mouth, tilting her head back to swallow it once it was cleaned up off the floor.

“You’re a filthy little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, marveling at her nastiness.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she said, looking up at me with a little half smirk.

“We’ll see about that,” I said. “But for now just stay down on the floor and don’t move. I want to stick my dick in that little pussy of yours. See if it’s as tight as it looks.”

“Be my guest,” she said, arching her back, forcing her impossibly tight little ass up into the air while I came around to the other side of her. “But promise me you won’t take it easy on me. I want you to pound the shit out of me.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said, shaking my head in wonder at the depths of depravity on this girl. She had no shame whatsoever. It was awesome.

I approached Riley from behind, one of my legs on each side of her body, until my legs were even with her hips. I squatted down, letting my cock rest on top of her ass. Then I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up until our faces were cheek to cheek, both facing the same way.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I said.

“I’ve been waiting all day for it,” Riley said. “Get on with it already.”

I laughed. She was all attitude all the time. I fucking loved it. Of course, it also made me want to crack her façade even more.

Still squatting above her, I slid my hips back just a little bit, grabbed ahold of my cock, and slipped it into her. Her pussy was soaking wet but it was still a snug fit. My cock was just too big and her pussy was just too small. But I didn’t let the size difference slow me down one bit, forcing my cock into her as far as it would go. I wasn’t going to stop unless she asked me to. Which I knew she would never do.

“Holy shit,” she groaned once I was all the way inside her, unable to maintain her mask of aloofness in the wake of my cock penetrating her pussy.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” I asked mockingly, using her momentary lapse of detachment against her, mostly because I knew how much it would piss her off to have it thrown back in her face.

“I can fucking handle whatever you can dish out,” Riley said, her attitude coming back with a vengeance.

Despite the harshness of her words, her voice was strained and I could tell she was struggling with the size of my cock. But I also knew that under no circumstances would she want me to take it easy on her.     

With that in mind, I gripped her hips for balance and started moving against her. I started slow, fucking her with long, insistent strokes. But it wasn’t long before I was pounding her more quickly, my cock moving in and out of her in a fast, steady rhythm.

“That’s it, baby,” Riley said, her voice gradually regaining it’s snarky tone as she started to get used to the size of my cock. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Give it to me like you mean it.”

So I did, hammering her with more aggression. Our bodies bounced off each other, her ass rippling every time we made contact. I slid my hands up her back and grabbed a hold of her shoulders, pulling back on them as I moved into her, forcing my cock deeper inside her pussy with every thrust.

“Just like that, just like that!” she said, her voice louder but still maintaining it’s hard edge. “Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Treat me like the little fuckslut that I am!”

Her trash-talking had me searching for ways to increase my leverage over her. I saw her hair splayed down her back so I reached out and grabbed a handful of it and yanked back. She let out a surprised yelp and arched her back even further, allowing me deeper access to her pussy. Using her hair to manipulate her body and keep the tension at a maximum, I hammered away, her ass bouncing against me with more and more force.

“Right there, right there, right fucking there!” Riley said, growling like an animal. “Keep fucking me, keep fucking me, keep fucking me, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, her body tightening up for a moment and then releasing with a shudder and a deep, guttural moan.  

Once her orgasm had passed I slowed down to catch my breath, not pulling my cock out of her pussy, but not moving against her either.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she said, turning back to look at me. Her eyes were wild and her mouth was turned up in an evil little snarl.

“Taking a little break,” I said, biting down on my smile. I was deliberately messing with her, curious to see how she would react.

Unsurprisingly, Riley slammed her ass back into me hard with as much force as she could muster.

“Just because I came once you think you can slow down?” she said, hammering back against me again. “Not a chance, mister. I’m not a man. I’m not done after a single pathetic orgasm.”

I let her bounce her ass back against me one more time before taking control again, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wide before pounding away, my hips slamming into her with more force than ever before.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, my voice harsh but still playful. “You want me to open you up and pummel you like a fucking whore?”

“What I want is for you to fuck me like a man,” she said, turning back to glare at me. “Not a little boy.”

Her trash-talking riled me up even further. Smiling like a devil, I grabbed her arms, crossed them over each other, and held them against her back.

“That’s right,” she said, her head still turned back at me. “Own me. Make me your bitch.”

With my eyes locked onto hers, I did just that, slamming into her with as much force as I could muster. Her moans turned to screams as I pounded away at her pussy, hammering on her so hard that she flinched every time I bottomed out.

 I pushed down on her upper body, forcing her head to the floor. Holding her arms behind her back with one hand and her face to the floor with the other, I fucked her with every ounce of aggression I had, taunting her the entire time.

“Is this how you want it?” I said, almost yelling by now. “Ass up in the air and face to the floor while I hammer you with my cock?”

“That’s exactly how I want it!” she screamed. “Punish me! Fucking destroy me! I deserve it!”

I gave it to her just like that for another thirty seconds or so before I had to back away. I was too close to orgasm to keep it up for much longer and I wanted to fuck with her some more before I finished up. So I stood up pulling my cock out of her pussy.

“Come taste yourself,” I said, looking down at her.

Being the good little slut that she was, Riley knew exactly what I was talking about. She spun and scooted over towards me rose up on her knees and started licking my cock up and down, cleaning it of all her juices.

“I taste so fucking good,” she said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile on her face and her hand wrapped around my shaft.

“Stop talking and start sucking,” I said.

She glared at me but didn’t say anything, attacking my cock again, this time taking it in her mouth and sucking on it with her lips sealed tight, creating a vacuum-like seal.

It felt good; too good in fact. If I let her do it for very much longer I was going to cum. And I still had some things I wanted to do to her before we were finished. So I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked on her head, pulling her head off my cock.

Riley looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a little half-smirk on her lips.

“Almost finished up there, did you?” she said.

“No,” I lied. “I just want to mix things up a little.”

“Sure,” she said, drawing the word out. “You can tell yourself whatever you want but we both know the truth.”

“The truth is I’m not through with you yet,” I said. “Now shut your mouth and try to keep from falling on your face.”

I turned and starting walking towards the couch, dragging Riley along by her hair. She crawled on her hands and knees like an animal, struggling to keep up with me. She avoided falling, but just barely.

Once we arrived at the couch, I reached down and picked her up. Then I spun her around and dropped her on the couch, so her head was lying on the cushion, her face looking up towards the ceiling and her feet up in the air.

“Don’t fucking move,” I said, then I climbed onto the couch and turned so I was facing her. Straddling her face, I sat down, my ass on the upper part of her chest, my cock lying on her chin right below her mouth.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked, still flashing attitude even though she was in a compromising position.

“Whatever I want,” I said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Only if you cum before you fuck me again.”

“Don’t worry, I promise to stick my cock in your pussy at least one more time before I cum on your face.”

“On my face?” she said. “I figured you were going to cum in my mouth.”

“I’m sure I can sneak a little in there if that’s what you want,” I said.

“Either way is fine with me, as long as—”

“I fuck you again before I cum,” I said, lifting my body off of her and scooting forward until my groin was hovering right above her face. “Yeah, yeah, I got that part. Now open your mouth and try not to talk any shit for once.”

Surprisingly, Riley did as she was told.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, as I dropped my balls into her mouth. Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she sucked on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

“Fuckin-A you’re good at that,” I said, taking the opportunity to talk a little shit of my own now that her mouth was full. With my balls still in her mouth, I pressed my cock down against her face, holding it lengthwise alongside the side of her nose and rubbing it on her forehead and over her eyes.

Looking down at her, our eyes locked together, I lifted myself up in an attempt to extract my balls from her mouth. She refused to release them, holding on with her mouth, stretching my ballsack to it’s limits before reluctantly letting go with a pop.

“You just never quit trying to push buttons, do you?” I said.

Riley shrugged and flashed me a wicked smile but for once didn’t say anything.

I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re a real a piece of work, you know that, right?”

“Look who’s talking,” she replied.

“Fair enough,” I said. I smacked her with my cock a few times then stuck it in her mouth. I fucked her face using long, slow strokes, giving her my entire cock each time.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” I asked, staring down at her.

She nodded as best she could considering the situation.

I grabbed her head and held it in place against the cushion and started to pump her mouth with more speed, slamming my cock in and out like a jackhammer, giving it to her balls deep every time.

She coughed and gagged but didn’t complain, even as my balls slapped up against the bottom of her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth.

I could have easily cum right then and there but I’d promised her that I’d fuck her again before I finished up, and despite all my faults I’m a man who sticks by his promises, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and grabbed her under the arms and slid her body down to the floor.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked, looking down at Riley. Her shoulders and neck were on the floor and her legs were still up on the couch.

She nodded.  

I grabbed ahold of her legs and pushed them down until her knees were pressed against the floor, one on either side of her head, essentially folding her in half.

She’d obviously been in this position before, as she wrapped her arms around her legs to keep them in place without being told. Squatting, I guided my cock into her pussy. She grimaced and let out a little yelp but didn’t protest, even as I forced my cock deeper inside her.

“That’s it,” she said. “Break my fucking pussy. Break it in half. Turn me inside out.”

Egged on by her dirty mouth, I grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, opening her up even more, and proceeded to lay into her, dropping my body down onto her with enough force to cause her to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

As I climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, I tapped into the last reserves of my energy and pounded her with all the intensity I could muster. She took everything I had to offer, staring directly up at me the entire time. She was no longer talking shit, no longer talking at all, really, just making loud, guttural, animal noises, having finally lost her ironic distance from the situation.

This, more than anything, put me over the edge. The idea that I could break through Riley’s walls of detachment and bring her into the moment instead of allowing her to observe it from afar was the best thing that had happened all afternoon.  

I slammed into her a couple more times, then climbed off of her and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of her head. Squatting, I aimed my cock at her face and jerked myself off.

“Give it to me,” she said. “Paint my fucking face with your cum.”

And so I did, shooting my load all over her, streams of milky sperm splashing against her nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth. Her face was covered in white globs, her pretty eyes sparkling behind them, her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

As I stood there recovering, she sat up and grabbed ahold of my cock and sucked on the tip, pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping her hand away.

“Not too bad for an old man,” she said. “I’m not going to lie though, I was expecting you to get a little rougher with me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you know, playing with my asshole or slapping me around or choking me, stuff like that.”

“I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”

“I’m into it all,” she said, wiping a bit of my cum off her face with her finger and then sticking it in her mouth. “The rougher the better.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I said.

“Next time? What about right now?”

I looked down at her. “You want to go at it again?”

“Hell yes,” she said. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

I laughed and shook my head. This girl truly was a freak.

“I wish I could,” I said. “But I have some shit I have to get done.”

“That’s too bad,” Riley said. “Because I’m still rearing to go.” Her hand went down to her pussy and she started rubbing it. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to top me off.”

The idea that she was going to find another man to finish what I’d started should have pissed me off but instead it just turned me on more. It made me realize that I had only just started to tap the depths of her depravity. Besides, it’s not like I thought I was the only guy she was fucking. But still, I would be lying if I said it didn’t annoy me just a little bit. It was one thing to share her with another man but another thing altogether to know that she was going to be calling someone else as soon as I left.

“You need it that bad, huh?” I said as I pulled my clothes on.

She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

“Then I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You keep yourself busy for a few hours, and once I’m done doing what I need to do I’ll come back over here and finish you off myself. Okay?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I need it pretty bad. I’m not sure if I can hold out until tonight.”

“I’m sure you can find a way to keep yourself satisfied,” I said as I tied my shoes.

“I’ll try,” she said. “But I’m not making any promises.”

She was still sporting the attitude but I was pretty sure she was just fucking with me. But in the end, it didn’t really matter whether or not she had another guy over while I was gone. I was coming back for more that night, either way. I knew it and she knew it, and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.

“Just do your best,” I said, heading for the door. I only had a few minutes to spare and I knew if I didn’t leave now I wouldn’t leave at all. “And I’ll see you tonight.”

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and waved goodbye, then slipped them into her mouth. I laughed again, then turned and headed towards the door. It was going to be a long couple of hours.

 

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PUNISHED BY HIS DIRTY GIRLFRIEND

MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR


Jason Porter was horny as hell when he got home from working the midnight shift. Gina, his live-in girlfriend of six months, was already asleep and she had to be up in four hours to go to work, so waking her wasn’t an option. Which was fine by Jason; sometimes it was just easier to jerk off anyway. He didn’t have to worry about pleasing anyone but himself.

Making sure the door to the bedroom was closed so he wouldn’t disturb Gina, Jason sat down on the couch, opened the laptop, and put it on the coffee table. After surfing the internet for a few minutes he found exactly what he was looking for: a link advertising a tiny little brunette with gigantic fake tits getting fucked in the ass. He clicked on the link and slid his cock out of his pants.

Jason was just starting to get into it when he heard the door creak open behind him. He quickly leaned forward and flipped the laptop shut, then stuffed his cock back into his pants, hoping that he wasn’t too late. The last thing he needed right now was to get in an argument with his girlfriend.

“What are you doing?” Gina asked, wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else. It barely covered her ass and made her already long legs look even longer. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was messed up from sleeping, but that just made her look more sexy. And her nipples were hard and poking up against the cotton.

“Nothing,” Jason said, unable to take his eyes off her. He found himself wondering—as he often did—how he’d ended up with such a smoking hot chick and how long she would put up with his crap before getting rid of his ass. 

“Yeah, right,” she said. “Don’t give me that shit. You were doing something on the laptop.”

“I was just looking at fantasy football.”

“Football, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Gina came around the couch and was standing in front of him, glaring down on him. She glanced down at his groin.

“Does fantasy football usually give you a boner?”

“Actually,” Jason said, “You always say that it does.”

“Yeah, dumb question, I guess,” Gina said. “But the computer screen won’t lie. You don’t mind if I take a look, do you?”

“There’s no need,” Jason said. “I already closed the page. I had just finished up and was coming to bed.”

“Then you really won’t mind if I peek at it,” Gina said. She reached for the laptop.

Jason sat back and dropped his eyes and shook his head. There was no use trying to stop her now. He was just going to have to take his medicine like a man.

Gina flipped open the laptop. The video Jason had been watching picked up right where it had left off.

“Yeah, you were just about finished, all right,” Gina said, looking back at him.

Jason kept his mouth shut. He knew that anything he said now would just get him in more trouble.

“Well,” Gina said, surprisingly sounding more amused than pissed off. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“What can I say?” Jason asked. “You were asleep and I was feeling it. So I decided to take care of my problem.”

“Did you even bother trying to wake me up?”

“No, I figured you just wanted to sleep.”

“Why did you think that?”

Jason shrugged.

“You know what I think?” Gina said. “I think you would rather watch some slut take it in the ass than fuck your girlfriend.”

“That’s not true,” Jason said.

“No? Then how do you explain coming home and turning on porn without even trying to wake me up.”

“I already told you—”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said. Her words were harsh but her tone said it was all in good fun. She wasn’t really all that pissed at him. “You just figured I wanted to sleep.”

“Exactly.”

“So you would rather fuck me than watch porn?”

“Of course,” Jason said.

“You’re gonna have to prove it to me,” Gina said.

“Gladly,” Jason said, starting to stand up.

Gina put her hands on her shoulders and gave him a shove, knocking him back down onto the couch. “No, no, no,” she said. “You’re just going to sit there and let me do whatever I want to you until I say you can do otherwise. That’s how you’re going to prove it to me.”

Jason tried not to smile. He loved it when Gina took charge. He only wished she did it more often. If he would have known how easy it was to get her to take charge, he would have done something like this earlier.

“Fine, fine,” he said, sounding annoyed. “Whatever you say.”

“Don’t give me that shit,” Gina said. “You know you love it. But tonight I’m going to take things further than ever before.”

“Promises, promises,” Jason said.

“Yeah, you just wait, mister. You just wait.”

And with that, Gina slipped off her t-shirt off, leaving her completely naked. Jason again marveled at how smoking hot she was with her sculpted arms, gorgeous tits, washboard stomach, perfect ass and long, shapely legs.

As Jason stared at Gina, she started playing with her pussy, rubbing the outside of it with her fingers, slowly at first, before gradually picking up steam.

Jason’s cock was still hard from earlier and getting harder with every passing second. He pulled it out of his pants and started playing with it.

But Gina was having none of that. She bent over and slapped his arm away with her free hand.

“I told you to sit there and watch, not to play with your cock,” she said. “You’re being punished, not rewarded. Now don’t fucking touch it again, okay?”

“Okay,” Jason said in a disappointed tone.

Gina glared at him for a moment, then went back to work on her pussy, slipping two fingers inside it. She started fucking herself, initially taking her time before ramping things up. It wasn’t long before she was hammering her fingers in and out of her pussy, getting it wetter and wetter while her groans grew continually louder.

Looking up at her, Jason tried to keep the smile off his face but couldn’t. He was enjoying himself way too much. His dick was harder than ever, sticking straight up out of his pants, pointed directly towards the ceiling. It was all he could do to not start playing with it, especially with Gina standing over him, taunting him with her fingers inside her sweet pussy.

Grinning widely, enjoying herself immensely, Gina pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth and sucked her juices off. Then she spread Jason’s legs apart and stepped forward, her body in between his legs, so her pussy was directly above his cock, just inches away.

Jason reached out towards her pussy but she slapped him away again.

“Don’t touch anything,” Gina said, staring at him. Her smile had morphed into a an evil little smirk. “Not until I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes mistress.”

“That’s better,” Gina said. She climbed atop the couch and straddled Him. Then she sat down on Jason’s stomach and backed her ass up until it was pushing back against his cock. She reached around her ass and grabbed his cock and started stroking it, bouncing it against her ass and rubbing it up and down her crack as she jerked him off.

“Do you like it when I torture you like this?” she asked.

“Not really,” Jason replied. While he normally loved it when Gina took control, she’d never displayed this level of dominance before. And it was making him a little uncomfortable.

Gina tilted her head slightly and glared at him.

“I mean, yes,” he said. “I like it.”

“No you don’t, but that’s okay,” Gina said. “Because I do. And tonight, that’s all that matters, right?”

“Yes, mistress,” Jason said.

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

Jason nodded.

“How do you ask?” Gina said.

“Please,” he said.

“Please what?”

“Please sit on my cock,” Jason said.

Gina cocked her head and gave him a look that said she was expecting more.

It took Jason a moment to figure out what else she wanted from him. Then he had it. “Mistress,” he added.

“Maybe later,” she said before releasing his cock.

Jason let out a disappointed groan and Gina laughed. Then she put her hands on her tits and started playing with them, pushing them together, rubbing her nipples, squeezing them tightly.


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