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EROTIC FILTH 2

FOUR MORE DIRTY STORIES

Alex Hunter

Copyright 2017 by Alex Hunter

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

DOMINATING THE DEPRAVED BABE

BANGING OUTSIDE THE CLUB

SHE GETS HER WAY

THREESOME WITH A PAIR OF HOTTIES


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DOMINATING THE DEPRAVED BABE

 

When Bonnie first approached me at a bar last week, I was immediately smitten. She was tall, with an athletic body and powerful legs, a huge but firm ass, blonde hair and enormous tits. Plus I soon came to find out she had an attitude to match; super-opinionated, take-charge, straight-forward, no bullshit. Not to mention, she was a freak in the sack. In addition, she was seven years older than me, which has always been a fetish of mine. There’s just something about older women that gets me going like no tomorrow. All in all, she was pretty much my dream girl.

While still at the bar, we came to an agreement that we’d spend one night together, and if I could handle everything she dished out, then I’d earn another night with her, one where I could run the show. I quickly agreed and we went back to her place.

Once we got back to her place, she was in total control, running things from the get-go, never letting up, getting me to do things that I’ve never done before and having her way with me. It was an incredible night, one of my favorite ever, and in the end, I made it through unscathed.

Afterwards, we set decompressed, then set up a date for the week later, at my place, where I’d have the opportunity to turn the tables.

After a week that seemed to last upwards of a year, our second night together finally arrived.

 

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There was a knock on the door right at eight o’clock. My stomach fluttering, I answered it. It was Bonnie, wearing an extremely short white skirt, a black t-shirt with no bra on underneath and clear fuck-me pumps. She was looking as sexy as ever, giving me a hard-on just from looking at her.

“Come on in,” I said, opening the door wide.

“Nice to see you again,” Bonnie said, stopping to give me a kiss on the cheek before striding past.

“You too,” I replied, closing the door.

Bonnie headed straight to the couch and sat down, dropping her purse on the table.

“Do you want anything to drink?” I asked, looking down at her from behind.

“Maybe later,” she replied, turning to look at me. “Right now I just want to get things started.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, coming around and sitting down next to her on the couch. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked.

“Positive,” she replied. “Are you?”

“I’ve been looking forward to it all week,” I said. “Ever since I left your house.”

“So you been thinking about what you’re going to do to me then?”

“Pretty much twenty-four-seven,” I said, smiling.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, pulling her shirt off to free up her ridiculous tits then slipping off her skirt and panties and leaning back on the couch, naked except for her heels.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that, do you?” I said.

Bonnie nodded.

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

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

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

So I did, harder this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t,” she said.

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

“I was wrong,” Bonnie said.

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

“Okay,” Bonnie said. “I’ll try.”

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

“That’s it,” I said.

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

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

Bonnie did as she was told.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But apparently it wasn’t enough to distract her.

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

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

“Yes I am! I can’t take it anymore!”

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

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

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

“Yes,” she said, but doubtfully.

“You said you wanted me to push the envelope,” I said.

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

“Yes it is,” I said. “This is exactly what you meant. It just wasn’t what you were expecting. It’s different, I know, but that’s what makes it so fun. It’s truly pushing the envelope, not just giving you what you—and I—already know you can take.”

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

“So if you want me to keep pushing your limits, then I will. But you have to let me. Otherwise just say so, and we’ll go play to playing things nice and safe. It’s your choice.”

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

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

She couldn’t help but smile back.

“Now grab your legs and pull them back by your head,” I said, my voice regaining its demanding tone. “It’s time to finish off this first part of the evening once and for all.”

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

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

“I’ll try,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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