8 NAUGHTY TALES
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
THE SUITE BY DIRK ROCKWELL
FEMALE GETS POUNDED BY TORY MYNX
BY THE GIRLFRIEND BY BROCK LANDERS
DOMINANCE BY JT HOLLAND
TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LOVES ANAL SEX BY JEREMY HOLMES
HIS ASS BY MISTY ROSE
FILTHY SLUTS BY RICKIE SHEEN
NAUGHTY BABES: GABRIELLA BY SCOTTY DIGGLER
FILTHY VEGAS WEEKEND: VOLUME ONE
We had just passed State Line when the
Viagra began to take hold.
“Shit,” I said. “I
timed it perfectly.”
“What’s that?” Nikki
said, looking over at me.
I shot my eyes down towards the bulge in
“Oh,” she said with a nasty
little smile. “Don’t worry, we can take care of that.”
Before I could protest she had undone her
seatbelt and was leaning over the center console. She undid my zipper
and negotiated my cock out of my pants with practiced ease.
“I still don’t understand why
you took that stuff,” she said as she stroked my rock-hard
cock. “It’s not like you have trouble getting it up.”
“Well, I figure we only have 24
hours in Vegas and I mean to make every single one of them count.”
“Ahhh, Johnny,” she said only
half-mockingly. “You’re such a romantic.”
And with that, she dropped her head and
took the tip of my cock in her mouth.
“Not half as romantic as you are,”
I mumbled while trying desperately to keep my attention on the road
ahead. Luckily it was already past midnight on a Wednesday, so there
were only a couple other cars around.
Nikki took my cock deeper in her throat,
held it there for a couple seconds, gagged once, then popped it out.
It was only then that I realized I was pushing 95 and straddling two
lanes. I swerved back into the fast lane and let my foot off the
“Jesus,” I said. “Are
you trying to kill us?”
Laughing, she spit on my cock and started
jerking it with one hand while the other ran up and down my chest.
“No,” she said, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.
“I’m just trying to get you to pull over so you can put
that monster of yours to good use.”
“Well shit, why didn’t you
“I thought I just did,” she
said before going right back to work on my cock.
I swerved across two lanes of traffic to
make the next off-ramp, crossed under the freeway, and came to a stop
just off the access road.
I’d barely turned the engine off
and already Nikki was scrambling on top of me, straddling me in the
driver’s seat, her sundress the perfect outfit for what she had
in mind. She slipped one of her perfect little tits out of the top of
her dress and leaned forward and stuck it in my face. I took the
nipple in my mouth and started sucking on it. I bit down, eliciting a
gasp from her. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in
closer to her chest. I reached down and slid her g-string to the side
and started rubbing her clit to get her warmed up. It was totally
unnecessary, as she was already soaking wet, but still I continued to
rub, getting her even more wound up.
“Enough,” Nikki said. “I
need you inside me.”
She reached down and took my cock in her
hand then sat down on it, her pussy engulfing it with just a hint of
resistance. She immediately started bouncing on it, her hips slamming
down into me roughly. I reached under her dress and grabbed her ass
and spread her cheeks apart, which only served to fuel her frenzy
even further. She put her hands on my chest and closed her eyes and
went to work, lost in herself, groaning in time with her downward
thrusts. Her long brown hair was thrown to the side and covering half
of her face and she was biting down on her bottom lip. Her slender
neck was stretched taut and a little rivulet of sweat was trickling
down towards her single exposed breast. Watching Nikki work her body
onto mine brought me to the point of exploding but I knew she was
right there too, so I held off until she got off.
A few seconds later and she was there.
She dropped her hips down onto my cock one last time and held them
“Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” she
screamed as her body quivered in orgasm. The insides of her pussy
squeezed my cock, triggering my own release, which I shot inside her
with a couple final thrusts of my own.
She leaned forward and gave me a little
kiss, then slipped my cock out of her pussy. She slid her panties
back into place and crawled over to the passenger’s seat while
I stuffed my cock back into my pants. I still had a hard on but it
wasn’t nearly as urgent as before.
“Not a bad way to start the trip,”
I said as we made our way back to the freeway.
“Just think of what we can do with
a whole suite at our disposal,” she said. “Not to mention
after we’ve had a few drinks to loosen ourselves up.”
I smiled and looked over at her. She was
positively beaming in anticipation. Laughing, I turned my eyes back
to the road. It was going to be a crazy trip.
Nikki and I had been good friends from
elementary school all the way through high school but had gone our
separate ways after graduation, both going to different colleges and
eventually getting into a couple of horrible marriages. Mine had
ended in an arrest and near prison time for assaulting the dude my
wife was fucking behind my back. Nikki’s had ended with her
stripping and then spending a few months shooting some amateur porn
shortly after she’d found her husband blowing another man in
Running into each other had been pure
luck. Both of us were back in our hometown visiting our parents for a
couple of days when we literally bumped into each other at one of the
local bars one night. It was like getting hit with in the gut with a
sledgehammer. We immediately broke off from the groups we’d
come with and got ourselves a table and started talking.
By midnight, we were both wasted and
wondering how we’d allowed ourselves to drift apart after
graduation. By 2AM we were in a hotel room fucking our brains out.
Less than a week later we were living together. That was nine
months ago and we haven’t looked back since. Not so much
as an argument between us.
Now I know what you’re thinking
right now. Yeah right, you’re so full of shit. Every
Well, not us. Not a single time. I
know it sounds crazy but hey, what can I say? It is what it is. Don’t
believe me? Doesn’t matter to me. Believe whatever you want. I
only know what I know, and I know that we haven’t been in a
single argument since we hooked up this second time.
And the sex? Wow. The great thing
about her short time in porn was that it had completely obliterated
her inhibitions. And she was working on breaking down mine. Which
meant that we did shit on a regular basis that most couples only
dream about. Personally, I think our incredible sex life had a huge
impact on the health of our relationship. Regular, perverted sex
combined with plenty of money and no kids leads to a pretty
stress-free life. And without stress, who needs to argue?
Our suite at the Rio was ridiculous. We
knew we were in for a treat when we needed to insert our key card
into a slot on the elevator just to get to the right floor. But
once we opened the door to the room we were blown away.
Two stories. 1500 square feet. Marbled
floors. Baby grand piano. Two hot tubs. Three showers. A sauna. 4
couches. A California King bed. And one whole wall was nothing but a
giant window giving us a full view of the Vegas Strip.
“You’ve got to be fucking
kidding me!” Nikki said as she bounced around the room with
glee, checking the whole thing out. “This is insane!”
“You like it, huh?”
“Like it? I fucking love it!”
“I thought you might,” I
said, playing it cool. We were in the bedroom, up on the second
floor, overlooking the rest of the suite.
“There’s only one problem,”
“I’m never going to want to
leave the room.”
“Who says we need to leave the
“Don’t you want to play some
“I kind of figured we were just
going to get wasted and fuck all weekend.”
“Really? You’d do that for
“Of course,” I said. “Why
do you think I took that Viagra before we left? Besides, I can play
poker anytime I want.”
“What? And you can’t fuck me
anytime you want?” Nikki’s tone was harsh but the smile
on her face was playful.
“Not while we’re in a
thousand dollar a night room I can’t,” I said. “The
way I figure it, we’ve only got about 20 hours in the suite.
And we need to make use of all of them if we want to desecrate every
room in here.”
“Awwwww,” she said, craning
her neck up to give me a kiss. “That’s the most romantic
thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“You know me, Mr. Rico Suave.”
“Rico Suave?” she said. “I
was thinking Prince Charming.”
“Yeah right,” I said. “More
like Chester the Molester.”
“Even better,” Nikki said,
She laughed and rubbed her ass up against
me. My dick immediately got hard. She felt it too, turning her head
and looking at me with wide eyes.
“Rearing to go again already?”
“What can I say? That Viagra works
“It sure as hell does,” she
said, dropping to her knees right there. She had my belt undone and
my pants down around my ankles within seconds and my rock-hard cock
in her mouth a heartbeat after that.
Looking up at me, maintaining eye
contact, she sucked my cock, working the head with her mouth while
she gently stroked my shaft, caressing it more than anything.
She popped my cock out of her mouth,
smacked it against her cheek a couple of times, then licked the
underside, slowly, starting at my ball sack and working her way
towards the tip.
“That feels so fucking good,”
I said, mostly to myself.
“Of course it does,” she
said. “Unlike most girls, I know what I’m doing.”
“That’s an understatement.”
Laughing, she climbed to her feet. With
her hand wrapped around my cock, she led me out of the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” I said.
“Time to start desecrating other
parts of the suite,” she said. “Starting with the
The shower was huge, with easily enough
room for both of us to move around. But more importantly, it had
three separate heads, providing more than enough angles of water to
keep both of us wet at all times. There’s nothing worse than
being in a shower with someone and not getting any water.
We started slowly, kissing and making out
while the water sprayed down us, reveling in the sensation provided
by the liquid upon the other’s skin. A couple minutes later,
Nikki’s hand ventured down to my still-hard cock and she
started jerking me off while continuing to explore my mouth with
hers. For some reason this had always turned me on far more than it
had any reason to; as much as intercourse itself and even right up
there with getting a blow job.
To combat this, I ran my hand down her
stomach and started rubbing her pussy, hoping to distract myself (and
her) enough to keep from blowing my load too quickly.
Starting with one finger and quickly
working my way up to two, and then three, I fingered Nikki’s
snatch, varying the speed and pressure in which I worked to keep her
on edge. Her interest in jerking me off waned quite a bit (exactly as
I’d hoped) as she closed her eyes and lost herself, her breath
getting shorter and her moans getting louder as I moved my fingers in
and out of her.
A short time later she pulled my fingers
out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth and proceeded to suck
her juices from them while staring at me the whole time, taunting me
with her sluttiness, knowing how much it turned me on.
“How do you taste?” I asked
her, a little smile playing on my lips.
“Here,” she said. “I’ll
let you find out for yourself.”
She leaned forward and stuck her tongue
in my mouth.
“Pretty tasty,” I said once
our lips parted ways. “Pretty tasty indeed.”
“Don’t worry,” Nikki
said as she slid her hand down my wet body. “You’ll be
getting a much longer taste later. But right I need that fat dick of
yours inside of me.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded and backed herself up against
the shower wall, pulling me along with her. Using the wall for
balance she casually threw her leg straight up in the air, her heel
right above my shoulder. Her insane flexibility is one of the many
things I love about her; it certainly made sex far more interesting.
She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it towards her waiting pussy.
It slid in with just a hint of resistance.
Even though she was dripping wet, I
worked my cock slowly at first, sliding in and out of her pussy from
tip to base, letting her feel my whole length with every stroke.
“I love having you inside me,”
“I love being inside you,” I
replied, not caring how cheesy it sounded because it was true.
She leaned in and planted her lips on
mine, kissing me and running her hands through my hair as we
continued to fuck. Her tongue grew more insistent, which in turn made
me more excited, resulting in me slamming my cock into her with
“Not so fast, mister,” she
said, bringing her leg back down and backing away, forcing my cock
from her pussy. “We’ve got a long night ahead of
Smiling, Nikki turned off the showers and
headed over to the Jacuzzi tub. Bending over at the waist,
deliberately not bending her knees at all, she turned on the water.
It was all I could do to keep myself from running over and sticking
my dick back into her.
She glanced in the mirror and saw me
staring at her ass, my mouth all but hanging open.
“You like what you see?” she
“You know I do.”
“Then go open a bottle of wine and
maybe I’ll give you that taste I promised earlier.”
I went down stairs, popped open a bottle
of Napa Valley Silver Oak and grabbed a couple of wineglasses and
brought them upstairs. When I got there, Nikki was sitting on the
counter, her legs spread wide and her fingers playing with her pussy.
“Sorry,” she said, flashing
me a mock-innocent look. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Not a problem,” I said. “You
want some wine?”
“In a minute.”
“Just let me know when.” I
poured myself a glass of wine and perched myself on the opposite
countertop to watch Nikki work on herself.
And she put on quite a show. Starting
with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, then three, then
four, moving faster and faster, staring at me the entire time, her
breathing rate increasing, her moans getting louder and louder,.
I knew she loved watching me just as much
as I loved watching her so I finished off my glass of wine and
started stroking my cock.
Nikki’s hand moved up to her clit
and she went to work on it, rubbing it in a circular motion with
growing intensity. She was biting her bottom lip and she was
breathing in moaning gasps. Then her breath caught in her throat and
her body shimmied and shook for a moment before she regained control
of herself. A little mini-orgasm, apparently.
Smiling, she stuck her fingers in her
mouth and cleaned them off one-by-one, then beckoned me over. “And
bring the wine with you,” she added.
I filled the glasses with wine,
hopped off the counter and carried both glasses and the bottle over
towards her. I handed her one glass and drained the other in one
gulp, then dropped to my knees and started eating her pussy.
I don’t understand why most men get
grossed out by the idea of eating a girl out. The way I see it,
there’s nothing better then getting down there and licking her
silky smoothness, tasting her juices, causing her to squirm and shake
and shimmy and groan. After all, it’s all about getting your
girl off, right? And I’ve never come across one who doesn’t
like being on the receiving end of oral sex. Usually more than
penetration itself. Plus there’s no pressure, no danger of
finishing, so you can just relax and go to town without having to
worry about ending things prematurely on your end. Personally, I
could do it all night long and be perfectly happy, especially the way
Nikki gets off on it.
She was making little mewling sounds that
were punctuated by quick gasps of breath whenever I’d mix
things up, like suck on her clit for a few moments or run my tongue
down to her asshole or stick a couple fingers inside her or make my
tongue rigid and fuck her with it. Every once in a while I’d
shift the angle of my head a bit so I could look up at her and the
look of pure enjoyment would always excite me even further and renew
About five minutes in I noticed that
Nikki tasted a little different. Curious, I looked up to see her
pouring her glass of wine onto the lower part of her washboard
stomach, right below the belly button. The wine was trickling down
her skin and into her pussy and into my mouth.
“You like?” she said.
Smiling, I nodded.
She poured a little more and I lapped it
up like a kitten drinking milk. It was quite good; Nikki’s
juices adding just a little sweetness to the wine.
“I think we found a new vintage,”
I said once the glass was empty. “If we could figure out a way
to bottle that combination we’d make millions.”
“Yeah right,” she said,
“I’m serious,” I said,
looking up the length of her body at her. I tried to keep a straight
face but it was impossible. I was having too much fun.
She grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled
me back in between her legs. “Just shut up and go back to
And so I did, eating her pussy with a
renewed sense of intensity, licking, sucking, flicking my tongue in
and out of her as quickly as I could.
“Ho-ly shit,” she said in a
guttural voice that only made an appearance when she was really into
it. “Right there, right there. Don’t you fucking stop.
Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I had no intention of stopping, not with
her getting off so hard, but just to be sure, she pulled me further
into her, practically smothering me, then wrapped her legs around my
neck so I couldn’t go anywhere.
Nikki bucked against my face, harder and
harder, faster and faster, her moans turning wordless as she rose
higher and higher towards orgasm. Her pussy was gushing, soaking me
with its wetness, her juices covering my face like a warm washcloth.
She was not quite at the edge of cumming yet but making her way there
quickly. The good lover I am, I decided to help her along.
At some point my hands had found their
way onto her ass cheeks and I used this to my advantage, sliding my
thumb along the crack of her butt until I found her asshole. I rubbed
the tip of thumb around the outer edge of her sphincter a couple
times to get her prepared. Then, using her collected juices as
lubrication, I slipped my thumb into her asshole.
The response was immediate. A sharp gasp
of breath, then her body froze for a moment before she exhaled in a
rush and her pussy released another wave of wetness, drenching me
Breathing deeply, her body still
shuddering, Nikki released her leglock on my head and used my hair to
lift me up towards her. She scooted forward and aggressively shoved
her tongue down into my mouth while simultaneously guiding my cock
towards her pussy and slipping it inside her.
I was pretty riled up at this point and
not sure how much time I had left before I came myself, so I didn’t
waste any time going slow. I immediately started pounding her pussy,
giving my cock to her in long, fast strokes while we continued to
make out. My hand ventured up her stomach and I grabbed ahold of her
breast and gave it a squeeze in an attempt to relieve some of the
pressure in my cock but it was no use. I was too far along to turn
I grabbed ahold of her right leg and
threw it over my right shoulder, turning her slightly sideways and
allowing me a little more leverage. With my right hand still planted
firmly on Nikki’s left breast and my left hand gripping a
handful of her hair, I fucked her with everything I had, pounding her
pussy with my cock, balls deep, slamming into her with enough force
to lift her body up off the counter with every thrust.
And then I was there.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said
under my breath, just like I always did before I came. It wasn’t
a conscious thing but I’d long ago given up worrying about it.
Besides, Nikki liked it; it let her know my time was up.
“Cum inside me,” Nikki said.
She was the one that got to decide where my cum was going to end up.
In her or on her. “I want you to cum inside me.”
So I did, giving her one last thrust and
then holding it there, my cock deep inside her pussy as I released,
shuddering slightly, then pumping it a few more times to finish
We kissed for a minute or two, then I
slipped my cock out of her and carried her over to the Jacuzzi tub
and we climbed in.
FEMALE GETS POUNDED
I’m an alpha female, which means I
pretty much get what I want. And tonight I want to get pounded by
Andy is an interesting guy. A mid-level
vice president with a huge, multi-national conglomerate, he’s a
submissive at heart who longs desperately to be in charge. In his
mid-30’s and always on the road, he’s an easy guy to hook
up with and even easier on the eyes. Six foot three, two hundred
fifteen pounds of pure muscle and a rugged face. His cock isn’t
huge, but as many a good little slut will tell you, size is only part
of the equation—as long as it’s inside the bell curve, of
course. What you do with your cock is just as important. And Andy is
an animal in bed when the conditions are right.
The trick with Andy is to make him
believe he is in charge even though he really isn’t. Because
even though he tries to play the tough guy, deep down he’s
really a decent fellow, which means he can only take something if
permission is given. As much as he wants to, he can’t take
things by force. It’s just not hardwired into him. So I have to
tease it out of him by manipulating the situation. I have to give him
exactly what he wants in order to get exactly what I want from him,
which in this situation is my version of safe sex; pounded into
submission without having to worry about it going too far. After all,
if I don’t give him permission, he won’t do it. Which
puts the ball squarely in my court, even though he doesn’t know
That’s why men always come back to
me for more—I give them exactly what they want, even if they
don’t consciously know what that is. It’s my gift.
And if there’s one thing I’ve
learned above all else over the years, it’s that this deeper
level of control is what truly gets me off. There’s nothing
more empowering than being a five-and-a-half foot, one-hundred pound
girl that dominates men a foot taller and a hundred or more pounds
heavier. Not only mentally but (although it may not seem like it to
the uninitiated) physically as well. I fucking love it.
I arrive at his hotel room at just after
9PM. He’s still dressed in his business suit, save for the
jacket. His tie is on but loose. He’s got a glass of what looks
like Jack Daniels in his hand. From the look in his eyes he’s
already had a few. Which is good for me. Makes my job that much
easier. Especially with Andy.
“Nice to see you again,” he
says, polite as always.
But I’m not here to talk. I’m
here to fuck. So I get right down to business, dropping to my knees
and unzipping his fly without so much as a word in reply.
His cock is curled up inside of his
pants, pressing up against the material, creating a bulge. I reach in
and slide it free.
Right now it’s hard but not
completely stiff, so I go about fixing that. Gripping the base of his
shaft with my hand, I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A couple
of sucks and some work with my tongue to get it slippery, and then I
take a little more of his cock in my mouth, then a little more, then
a little more, until pretty soon I’ve taken it more than
“Holy shit,” he says. “That’s
Maintaining eye contact, I suck his cock
while jerking his shaft with my hand. I can feel his cock growing
harder, filling up my throat, making it difficult to breathe. I hold
it for a few seconds then back off, letting his cock slide out of my
I gather up all the saliva in my mouth
and spit on his cock and jerk him off some more. Still looking up at
him, I say, “You like it when I suck your cock, don’t
He nods, still a little shy. Even with
the whiskey in his system, it’s taking him longer than usual to
get in the mood. Time to up the ante a bit.
I slide a little further down beneath him
and lick his balls while still jerking him off. “What about
that?” I say. “You like it when I lick your balls?”
A little more forceful that time, which
is good. Time to keep pushing. He’ll get there soon enough.
With my hand still working his cock, I
take his balls in my mouth. First one, then the other, then both
together. I gargle them for a bit, alternating the pressure, then pop
them both out of my mouth.
“How about that? You like that
“I fucking love it,” he says,
his voice gathering up even more steam.
Almost there now. I let go of his cock
but leave it lying across the length of my face, just to the side of
my nose. I go back to working his balls, attacking them with even
more fervor than before, sucking them, licking them, running my
tongue along the back of them and up his taint, pretty much making it
impossible for him to leave his cock alone, unattended. For if
there’s one constant in the universe it’s this: no man’s
cock can go unattended while someone is working on his balls. If
you’re not jerking it for him, it’s just a matter of time
until he starts doing it himself. And once Andy has control of his
cock, it’s all over. He’ll use it however I tell him to.
A few more seconds of working his sack
and then it’s done. He starts jerking himself off. Bingo. Andy
is no longer a passive participant. He’s in control. Even if he
doesn’t yet realize it.
“Slap me with it,” I say in
between licks as I look up at him. “Slap my face with your
He does as I’ve asked, of course.
But much too softly.
“Harder,” I say, still
working on his balls. “I can take it.”
His cock slaps up against my cheek.
Harder, but still not hard enough. Time to appeal to his ego.
“Is that all you got?” I say.
“I thought you were a real man.”
And that’s all it takes.
A flash of annoyance on his face and the
next thing I know he’s slapping my face with his cock hard
enough to sting just a bit, his right hand controlling his cock and
his left hand with a handful of my hair, controlling my head.
is the Andy I know and love.
“That’s right, just like that,” I say. “Take
control of me, Andy. Take control.” Implicitly giving him free
reign to do whatever he wants.
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
With a firm grip still on my hair, he spins me around, shoves me back
up against the wall and sticks his cock in my mouth, halfway down,
holds it there for a few seconds, then pulls it back out.
With his hands on the top of my
head, holding me in place, he fucks my face, his hips moving back and
forth, slamming his cock into my throat, making me gag and gurgle and
gasp for breath.
“Is that what you want?” he
says, his cock still working my mouth. “You want me to fuck
your pretty little face with my cock?”
Looking up at him, I nod as best I can
with his cock still in my mouth. My eyes are wide, my eyebrows
raised, begging for more, inviting him to keep doing what he’s
He takes the invitation and runs with it,
shoving his cock further down into my throat, forcing me to
deepthroat him, then holding it there, my nose pressing up against
his belly, my tongue darting out underneath his cock to lick his
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles
before pulling his cock out.
I gasp for breath but keep smiling and
looking up at him.
He bends down until our heads are at the
same level. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t
you,” he says.
“The dirtiest,” I say.
“Prove it,” he says.
“Tell me how.”
“Play with yourself,” he
says. “Stick your fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself.”
I do as I’m told, sticking two
fingers inside myself and moving them back and forth.
“Deeper,” he says. “As
far as they’ll go.”
I stick my fingers deeper inside my
pussy, past the second knuckle. My breathing rate increases and I
bite my bottom lip to help alleviate the pressure.
“Another finger,” he says.
I oblige him, a sharp gasp coming from my
mouth as I slip it in there.
“Now hold them there while I fuck
your face,” Andy says.
He climbs to his feet and sticks his cock
in my mouth. He again fucks my face, his hands right back on top of
my head, controlling it, keeping it in place up against the wall.
The pressure is building up inside me, a
combination of my fingers deep inside my pussy and the lack of air
getting to my brain from Andy fucking my face without remorse. I’m
breathing heavier now, just barely able to take in enough breath, but
that’s okay because I’m right at the edge of cumming.
I pull my fingers from my pussy and start
rubbing my clit, faster and faster, keeping time with Andy as he
slams his cock into my mouth, bringing myself closer and closer and
closer to orgasm. And then I’m there, my body shaking and
shimmying as I cum, Andy sensing the moment too and taking the
opportunity to shove his cock deeper into my throat and hold it there
right at the perfect moment, forcing me to struggle for breath,
causing my orgasm to be that much more powerful.
He pulls his cock out at the perfect
time, right before I start to panic. I gasp for air and smile up at
him, my body still recovering. But he doesn’t let up.
He grabs ahold of my hair and lifts.
“Come on. Up, on your feet.”
I scramble up, my 4-inch fuck me pumps
still only bringing my head up to his chin. He turns me around so my
face is against the wall and my ass is facing him. Then he drops to
his knees and hikes my dress up over my hips and shoves my panties to
the side. Spreading my ass with his hands, he sticks his face between
my cheeks and goes to work on my pussy.
“Holy fuck that feels good,”
I say, mostly because I know how much Andy likes to hear me talk.
He’s one of those guys that likes his women to be vocal,
constantly providing him reinforcement that he’s doing the
right thing. So I oblige him, talking more than usual between my very
real moans of pleasure. He’s not great at eating pussy, but
it’ll do. It’s hard to fuck things up too bad when you’re
He starts slapping my ass, lightly at
first, as if testing the waters. Not that he has to—he’s
done that sort of thing before and I’ve never objected—but
that was just his nature. Always waiting for positive reinforcement
before taking the next step. So I give it to him.
“Harder,” I say. “Slap
So he does.
I groan. “That’s right. Do it
again. Like you mean it.”
He does, slapping my ass with both hands
now, the smacking sound mixing with his heavy breathing and my moans
of pleasure to create a strangely addicting cacophony. The
unmistakable sounds of sex.
And then he climbs to his feet. Leaning
in towards me, his hard cock pressing up against my back, his mouth
next to my ear, he says, “Are you ready for my cock?”
Biting my bottom lip, I turn my head so
I’m facing him and nod.
“Say it,” he says as he
reaches around, grabs one of my tits and squeezes. “I want to
hear you say it.”
“I’m ready for your cock,”
“What do you want me to do with
“I want you to fuck with me it,”
I say, telling him what he needs to hear. “I want you to stick
it in my pussy and slam it into me. I want you to treat me like a
dirty little slut.”
“If you insist,” Andy says,
smiling like the Cheshire Cat. He grabs ahold of his cock and guides
it inside my pussy, giving me just the tip for a moment before
sticking it all the way inside. I’m so wet that it slides in
without a hint of resistance.
He starts off slow but I’m too far
along for that, so I slam my ass back against him, once, twice, three
times, nearly knocking him off-balance.
“Oh, so it’s gonna be like
that, huh?” he says good-naturedly. “All right then.”
He grabs ahold of my waist and starts
pumping me crazily, his hips slamming up against my ass, jarring me,
my whole body feeling the effects of his body hammering against mine,
his grunts filling up the room.
I straighten my legs out, muscles taut,
sticking my ass further up into the air. I put my palms against the
wall to balance myself and give me a little more leverage. “Oh
yeah,” I scream as another orgasm peeks it head around the
corner. “Right there. That’s the spot. Give it to
me. Give it to me! Yes, yes, yes!”
My talking just causes him to up the
intensity even further, which is exactly the point. A few seconds
later and I’m cumming again, this time even more violently than
the first, juices gushing out of me, making my pussy even wetter.
Andy doesn’t even slow down, just powering right through and
not letting up at all.
I look back at him, wanting to watch him
as he fucks me. The look on his face is pure intensity. Gone is the
trepidation from earlier. He’s totally flipped. No more mister
nice guy. Now he was Andy the animal. The fuck machine. Just what I
was looking for. My work was done here. It was time to sit back and
enjoy the ride.
And what a ride it is. Still hammering
into me with no end in sight, already two orgasms in, he drags me
down to the floor and forces me to my hands and knees. Sidling up
behind me, he slips his cock into me and fucks me from behind,
doggy-style, his hands spreading my ass, holding it open for his
viewing pleasure, then working their way up to my shoulders and
finally my hair as he grabs ahold and pulls, lifting my head up and
back, towards him, forcing me to arch my back, giving him deeper
access to my pussy. He’s slamming into me, his animalistic
groans in time with his thrusts, my yelps of pleasure slightly
exaggerated for his consumption.
Then, with his cock still inside me, he
lets go of my hair and climbs to his feet. With one leg on each side
of me he moves forward, getting on top of me, altering his angle of
entry, giving himself more leverage to hammer me from behind.
His hands push down on the back of my
head, forcing my shoulders down and my face to the floor. He holds me
down while he fucks me, the feeling of helplessness liberating in
this situation, me not having any control whatsoever heightening my
pleasure, bringing yet another orgasm within range.
I’m too far gone right now even for
words, the sounds coming from my mouth the animalistic variety,
grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Andy fucks me into
oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of
him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the
edge. I scream into the rug as another orgasm quickly comes and goes,
not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful.
But Andy still doesn’t slow down.
He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, my wants, my
needs. Which is just fine by me. After all, that’s why I came
to him tonight, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into
submission. And he’s doing a fine job of it.
Sometime later, Andy pulls out, climbs to
his feet and spins me over onto my back. He lifts my ass into the air
and pushes my legs down so my knees are next to my head, folding me
in half with my ass up. The piledriver. Not my favorite position but
that’s okay. I know Andy likes it and I’ve already had my
fun. This is for him now. Time to let him do what he wants, to allow
him to get off, to make him happy.
He straddles me, his big, muscular body
looming over me, then squats to bring his cock down to my pussy.
Using both hands he spreads my pussy then sticks his cock inside me.
He grabs ahold of my ankles and spreads my legs, holding them wide,
opening up my pussy to accept his cock.
His leg muscles working hard, he drives
his hips down into me faster and faster, fucking me with reckless
abandon as he approaches orgasm. He is staring down at my face,
clearly enjoying the control he has over me, getting off on my
helplessness as he fucks me, his cock going deeper and deeper inside
me, causing me to squirm in pleasure.
“Do it, do it, just like that,”
I say, my voice higher-pitched and softer than usual, playing up my
helplessness, my lack of control. “Fuck me with that big cock
of yours, Andy. Give it to me. Make me pay, Andy. Make me pay.”
I can tell from his reaction that this
line of dialogue turns him on. His pumps become faster, more
powerful, more meaningful. He is marching quickly towards orgasm, and
I’m going to help him get there.
“Punish me,” I say. “Fuck
me like the dirty slut I am, Andy. Punish me!”
He grimaces and lets out a sharp breath.
I’ve seen that face before. I know exactly what it means. He’s
“Cum on my face, Andy,” I
say. “I want you to cum on my face.”
Again, not my favorite thing in the
world, but I know that’s what Andy wants, what he’s
waiting for, and it’s worth it to keep him happy.
He pumps his cock into me a few more
times and then he’s scrambling down, squatting even further,
his legs hooked over mine, forcing my knees to the floor as his cocks
looms large over my face, his expression one of intense pleasure as
he jerks his cock and sends his hot of cum all over me. It’s a
huge load, three giant streams plus a few smaller ones, covering my
chin, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, even my hair. Getting
everywhere. But that’s all right. I don’t mind. Anything
to make Andy happy.
And happy he is, smiling and laughing
like a high-schooler. I lift my head and suck on the tip of his cock,
taking the last couple drops of cum into my mouth, milking him for
all he’s worth.
“Holy shit,” he says, shaking
his body one last time and climbing to his feet. “You’re
one hell of a fuck, Missy.”
“You’re not too shabby
Smiling, he holds his hand out and pulls
me to my feet.
“What do you say we take a shower
and get some food and then do it all over again,” he says.
“Sounds like a plan,” I say.
Because there’s no such thing as
too much sex. At least not for a dirty little slut like me.
BY THE GIRLFRIEND
Matt Hoffman was horny as hell when he
got home from working the midnight shift. Jennifer, 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 Matt; 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 Jen, Matt 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.
Matt 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?” Jen
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,” Matt 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
“Yeah, right,” she said.
“Don’t give me that shit. You were doing something on the
“I was just looking at fantasy
Jen came around the couch and was
standing in front of him, glaring down on him. She glanced down at
“Does fantasy football usually give
you a boner?”
“Actually,” Matt said, “You
always say that it does.”
“Yeah, dumb question, I guess,”
Jen said. “But the computer screen won’t lie. You don’t
mind if I take a look, do you?”
“There’s no need,” Matt
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,” Jen said. She reached for
Matt 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.
Jen flipped open the laptop. The video
Matt had been watching picked up right where it had left off.
“Yeah, you were just about
finished, all right,” Jen said, looking back at him.
Matt kept his mouth shut. He knew that
anything he said now would just get him in more trouble.
“Well,” Jen said,
surprisingly sounding more amused than pissed off. “What do you
have to say for yourself?”
“What can I say?” Matt 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
“No, I figured you just wanted to
“Why did you think that?”
“You know what I think?” Jen
said. “I think you would rather watch some slut take it in the
ass than fuck your girlfriend.”
“That’s not true,” Matt
“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
“So you would
rather fuck me than watch porn?”
“Of course,” Matt said.
“You’re gonna have to prove
it to me,” Jen said.
“Gladly,” Matt said, starting
to stand up.
Jen 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
how you’re going to prove it to me.”
Matt tried not to smile. He loved it when
Jen 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,”
Jen said. “You know you love it. But tonight I’m going to
take things further than ever before.”
“Promises, promises,” Matt
“Yeah, you just wait, mister. You
And with that, Jen slipped off her
t-shirt off, leaving her completely naked. Matt again marveled at how
smoking hot she was with her sculpted arms, gorgeous tits, washboard
stomach, perfect ass and long, shapely legs.
As Matt stared at Jen, she started
playing with her pussy, rubbing the outside of it with her fingers,
slowly at first, before gradually picking up steam.
Matt’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 Jen 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,” Matt said in a
Jen 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, Matt 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 Jen standing over
him, taunting him with her fingers inside her sweet pussy.
Grinning widely, enjoying herself
immensely, Jen pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in
her mouth and sucked her juices off. Then she spread Matt’s
legs apart and stepped forward, her body in between his legs, so her
pussy was directly above his cock, just inches away.
Matt reached out towards her pussy but
she slapped him away again.
“Don’t touch anything,”
Jen said, staring at him. Her smile had morphed into a an evil little
smirk. “Not until I tell you to. Understand?”
“That’s better,” Jen
said. She climbed atop the couch and straddled Him. Then she sat down
on Matt’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,” Matt replied.
While he normally loved it when Jen took control, she’d never
displayed this level of dominance before. And it was making him a
Jen tilted her head slightly and glared
“I mean, yes,” he said. “I
“No you don’t, but that’s
okay,” Jen said. “Because I do. And tonight, that’s
all that matters, right?”
“Yes, mistress,” Matt said.
“You want me to sit on it, don’t
you?” she said.
“How do you ask?” Jen said.
“Please,” he said.
“Please sit on my cock,” Matt
Jen cocked her head and gave him a look
that said she was expecting more.
It took Matt a moment to figure out what
else she wanted from him. Then he had it. “Mistress,” he
“Maybe later,” she said
before releasing his cock.
Matt let out a disappointed groan and Jen
laughed. Then she put her hands on her tits and started playing with
them, pushing them together, rubbing her nipples, squeezing them
“You like these perfect little
titties, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress,” Matt said,
finally starting to figure out what she wanted from him.
“Would you like to suck on them?”
“Say the whole thing,” she
said. “I want to hear the words.”
“Please let me suck on your tits,
“Very good,” Jen said.
“You’re finally starting to get the hang of this. Keep it
up and I may just reward you. But first, I’m going to mess with
you some more.”
She pressed her tits up against Matt’s
face and shook them back and forth, smacking him with them.
“Stick your tongue out,” Jen
Matt did as he was told.
She stuck one of her nipples directly in
front of his mouth. “Lick it.”
Matt did, noting how hard her nipple
already was. Jen seemed to really be getting off on this.
She stuck her nipple further into his
mouth. “Now suck on it.”
Again Matt did what he was told.
“Harder,” she said.
Jen groaned as Matt sucked on her nipple
with everything he had. Once it was rock-hard he switched to the
other nipple and gave it the same treatment. She groaned some more
and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him deeper into her,
making it difficult for him to breath. She squeezed harder for a
moment before releasing his head, her tit popping out of his mouth.
Jen leaned back and slid her ass further
up his chest and laid her ankles on the back of the couch so her
pussy was right in his face. Then and started playing with herself
again. Her ring and index fingers moved in and out of her pussy, slid
up to rub her clit, then plunged back into her snatch.
“You like watching me fuck myself,
don’t you?” she said. “You like seeing me bang my
tight little pussy with my fingers, right?”
“You want to taste it, don’t
you?” she asked. “Tell me you want to taste my pussy. Beg
“Please mistress, let me taste your
pussy,” Matt said. It sounded more natural than before now that
he was getting used to the situation. For some reason it no longer
was embarrassing to get treated like this.
“If you really want to,” Jen
said. She increased the pace, hammering her fingers inside herself,
getting it nice and juicy. Then she pulled them out and jammed them
deep into Matt’s mouth.
He gagged for a second before sucking on
them proper, tasting her familiar sweetness.
“That’s right,” she
said. “Clean my fingers of my pussy juices. Suck them until
Matt did so, running his tongue up and
down each one individually.
“There you go,” Jen said.
“Just like that.”
Half a minute later she pulled her
fingers from his mouth.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
She smacked him in the cheek, hard enough
to sting. “Didn’t you?” she said again, more
intensely this time.
“I loved it,” he said, still
reeling a bit from the slap. It had caught him off guard; Jen had
never done anything like that to him before. He quickly added a
“mistress” before she smacked him again.
“That’s good to hear,”
Jen said. “Because you’re about to get the real thing,
right from the source. Open your mouth.”
Matt did as he was told without
hesitation. Smiling, Jen climbed to her feet so she was standing on
the couch. She carefully turned around, so she was facing the same
way as Matt, her ass now right in his face. With one leg on either
side of his body, she backed her ass up until his head was directly
beneath her spread legs, then she pushed his head back into the
cushions, holding it down so his face was turned up towards the
ceiling. Finally she squatted down, dropping her ass and pussy right
onto his face, smothering him.
As Matt fought for breath, Jen rubbed her
ass on his face, then started bouncing up and down on it. Her pussy
was dropping right onto his mouth and her asshole atop his nose.
“Tongue out,” Jen said.
Matt did as he was told.
“Now hold it there,” she
Matt held his tongue rigid as she bounced
on it, her moans growing with every thrust.
“That’s right,” Jen
said, his tongue going deep inside her pussy. “Just like that,
baby. Just like that.”
She started bouncing atop his face more
aggressively. After half a minute, she bounced down on him one last
time and held her ass down on his face, giving him her entire weight,
suffocating him, forcing him to breathe her in. So he did, taking his
air from her pussy as she grinded on his face, getting off on his
“Holy fuck!” Jen said,
practically screaming. She shook and shimmied atop his face for a few
seconds and then juices came flooding out of her pussy, soaking his
face, as an orgasm passed through her.
And then Jen was climbing off his face,
leaving Matt gasping for breath.
“You were a good little boy,”
Jen said. “So now I’m going to reward you.”
She climbed down off his face and slid
down his body until she was between his legs, on her knees and facing
him. She had his cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it,
taunting Matt, teasing him.
“It’s so fucking huge,”
Jen said as she stuck out her tongue and licked it, from the tip down
to his balls then back up again. “And it tastes so fucking