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FILTHY EROTICA 12

4 DIRTY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Brock Landers

Tory Mynx

TJ Holland

Michael Scott Taylor

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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

   

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PUNISHING THE TEEN BY BROCK LANDERS

ANAL SEDUCTION BY TORY MYNX

MY NAUGHTY ROOMMATE BY TJ HOLLAND

SHE LIKES IT ROUGH BY MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

 

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PUNISHING THE TEEN

FILTHY LITTLE TEEN: BOOK TWO

BROCK LANDERS

 

I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Jamie. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

“Hey Jamie, what’s up?” I said.

“Are you busy?” she replied.

“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

I laughed. Jamie wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 21-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Jamie said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

“I’ll be waiting.”

I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Jamie was. It simply wasn’t possible.

 

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I showed up at Jamie’s door half an hour later.

“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Jamie it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties,  and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Jamie was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

She nodded.

“What did you do this time?” I asked.

“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Jamie it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 21-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Jamie scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Jamie couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted.  She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

“Fine,” Jamie said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.

“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

“You think so, huh?”

She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.

“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.

“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.

“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”

“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.

But Jamie didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.

Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.

Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.

“Is that all you got?” she said.

“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”

“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”

“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.

She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.

“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.

“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.

“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”

I slapped her again.

This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”

I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.

“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”

I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.

“Harder,” she said.

I obliged.

“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.

So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.

“Harder!” she screamed.

I slapped her yet again.

And again.

And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.

But Jamie was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.

“On your knees,” I said.

She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.

We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Jamie and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.

“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Jamie replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”

She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”

“Since when is tonight about what I want?”

“Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”

She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”

“No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”

“I guess you will,” she said.

Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.

“Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.

“I guess I could do that much,” Jamie said. She opened her mouth.

“Tongue out,” I said.

She did as she was told without comment for once.

I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”

As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.

Using Jamie’s hair to control her movements, I pulled her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth, not stopping until she was deepthroating me. Once my cock had completely disappeared, I held her head in place, my cock planted firmly in her throat, her nose touching my navel, her lips pressing against my jeans.

Caught by surprise, Jamie was coughing and gagging and trying to pull off my cock, but I didn’t let her, riding her face like a rodeo cowboy rides a bull, shifting my hips to stay with her as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.

“You’re not talking any shit now,” I said. “It’s kind of hard when your mouth is full.”

I held on for another couple of seconds before letting her go. Her head snapped back and a river of saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she gasped for breath.

Seeing Jamie in distress just turned me on more. It was so rare to break through her defenses that I decided to capitalize on the situation before she fully recovered. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. Then I again grabbed two handfuls of her hair. But this time instead of bringing her towards me, I pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall. She was still trying to fill her lungs with air when I slid my cock back into her mouth.

Instead of forcing her to deepthroat me, I pumped her open mouth with my cock, slamming it in and out of her in long, slow strokes, pulling it out of her for a couple seconds at the end of each thrust, giving her a chance to breathe.

“Look up here,” I said. “The least you can do is look at me while I fuck your face.”

She turned her eyes towards me and stared at me with defiance dripping from them.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, my voice laced with mock praise. Strangely, I was just as turned on by the look she was giving me as I was from the sensation of my cock in her mouth.

30 seconds later, I’d risen a little too close to orgasm for my own good. I needed a break. Plus I wanted to reward Jamie for a job well done. So I pulled my cock out of her mouth, bent down, picked her up, threw her over my shoulders, and carried her into the bedroom.

Once there, I tossed her down on the bed, her back on the mattress and her legs up in the air. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, as far as they would go. They were sticking straight out, knees locked, leg muscles tight.

“Hold them there,” I said.

Jamie grabbed the heels of her boots and held her legs in position, wide open and beckoning.

Still standing, I looked down at her, taking in her whole body before proceeding. Her white panties were soaked through, allowing me to see her pussy behind them. Her shirt was still covering her tits, but I left it on. There’s something about fucking a girl that’s still clothed that turned me on immensely.

I grabbed Jamie’s hips and slid them towards me until her lower half was right at the edge of the bed. From this angle, with me standing and her lying on the bed, my cock was hovering right over her pussy as if showing me where it wanted to go. For a moment I was tempted to stick it in her, but the temptation quickly passed. I had some other things that I needed to do is first.

Reaching down, I grabbed ahold of Jamie’s panties and yanked them aside, revealing her cleanly shaved, luscious little pink pussy. I turned slightly to the side to give myself a better angle, then slid two fingers inside her.

I started off slowly, moving them back and forth with the purpose, rubbing the underside of her clit, something that I knew drove her crazy. I gradually picked up steam, moving my fingers faster and faster in and out of her. Jamie had told me before that she liked getting fingered just as much as she liked getting fucked, if not more, and it showed in her face. She was trying to maintain her façade of indifference but was losing the battle. And when I curled the tip of my fingers upward and went to work on her G-spot, she gave up entirely.

Her face was a curious mixture of pleasure and anger, as though she was mad at herself for feeling so good. I paused for a moment to slip a third finger inside her pussy then immediately picked up right where I’d left off, slamming my fingers into her hard enough that her legs started to buckle, bending at the knee.

I immediately pulled my fingers from her pussy. Jamie groaned in disappointment, a sound that turned into a yelp of surprise when I smacked her pussy with my open palm.

“What the fuck was that for?” she asked, her legs folding even further.

“Did I say you could relax your legs?” I asked.

She shook her head and pulled her legs taut once again.

“That’s better,” I said.

“Now will you stick your fingers back in me?” she asked.

Her need had taken her attitude down a notch, something that almost always happened. She started out talking shit but as she got more and more into the physical aspects of the evening, she started to mellow out. Her attitude never truly disappeared, but it definitely went into hiding as the needs of her body began to trump her personality.

“That depends,” I said. “Can you keep your legs tight no matter what I do to you?”

Jamie nodded.

I gave her another smack on the pussy. She yelped again and flinched but didn’t fold her legs this time.

“Are you sure?” I said. “You almost collapsed right there.”

“I’m sure,” she said, a hint of defiance rising again.

I smacked her again, this time on the inner part of her thigh.

She held tight.

I smacked her other thigh, harder this time. The sound echoed about the bedroom.

She bit down on her bottom lip but still she didn’t fold her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “I think you’ve earned my fingers again.”

So I gave them to her, sliding all three inside her pussy. They went in even easier than they had earlier. Apparently getting smacked around turned Jamie on just as much as a good finger-banging.

I put my left foot up on the bed and leaned forward, altering the angle of penetration and allowing me to slide my fingers even deeper inside her. I pushed them in until they were well past the knuckles and held them there as her pussy clenched tight.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Jamie said as I started sliding them back and forth deep inside her, exploring her insides. Her legs were quivering but she held on tight, not letting them falter.

I hammered my fingers into her, trying to get Jamie to cave, but still she held her legs to the side, her knees locked out and her thighs rock-hard. My head was right above hers and she stared up at me, her eyes laced with defiance even as the rest of her features gave in to the pleasure. She was intent on outlasting me, taking as much as I could give her without folding again.

There was no way that was going to happen, of course. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. It was time I broke one out.

While my right hand still pounding away at her pussy, I reached down with my left and tore her blouse open, popping the buttons off and exposing her firm, perky little tits.

I groped one for a moment, then pinched the nipple. Jamie gasped but didn’t relax her legs. I gave her other breast the same treatment. She reacted the same way, still not even coming close to collapsing her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

Jamie didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.

“You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”

“Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.

 “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.

“Go ahead and try,” she spat out.

I laughed softly. Jamie certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.

“If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.

Jamie’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.

Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.

Jamie’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.

Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.

I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.

She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.

“Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.

Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Jamie said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.

“I take it you liked that?” I said.

Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.

Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Jamie’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”

She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.

I slipped all three fingers into Jamie’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.

“Whatever you say,” she replied.

I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.

“After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Jamie said.

 “That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”

“It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”

“But what if I want you to still be a punk?”

“Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”

I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.

“Well, this is real,” Jamie said.

“Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”

“Who says you can’t still?”

“I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Of course it would,” Jamie said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”

“So you actually do like it?”

“I fucking love it,” Jamie said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”

I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Jamie’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.

Jamie sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.

While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Jamie grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.

I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jamie said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”

I nodded.

“Come on,” she said. “Give it a try.”

I reached out and gave one of her tits a half-hearted smack.

“You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.

I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.

“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”

So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.

“Harder,” she said.

I did.

“Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.

I slapped her again, making her flinch.

“That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”

I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.

 “Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.

I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.

My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.

“What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.

I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.

For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.

Looking down at Jamie’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 21-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?

For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Jamie.

“Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”

So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Jamie, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.

Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.

“Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.

“It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ago. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”

I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.

“I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Jamie said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”

“Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”

She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”

I stared at her for  a moment then snorted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”

“There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”

“Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.

“It is something,” Jamie replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”

It should have concerned me that a crazy 21-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.

“Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.

“That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”

“Who’s Carrie?”

“One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”

“So you do to her what I just did to you?”

“Hell no,” Jamie said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.

“I’m sure you would,” Jamie said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”

“For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”

“I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”

 

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ANAL SEDUCTION

THE DIARY OF A FILTHY MILF: BOOK TWO

TORY MYNX

 

If I was forced to describe myself in a single sentence, I’d say I’m an extremely attractive, highly experienced, single-woman in my mid-thirties who spends most of her time looking for willing and able-bodied men to take home and fuck.

I’m not very picky about the men (or boys, as I often think of them, no matter what their age) that I screw around with, as long as they are reasonably attractive, but most of the time, if I’m the one doing the approaching, I tend to stick to ones that are over the age of 25. There are various reasons for this, most of which are related to the average age of the crowds I generally hang out with, but most of the time that’s how it generally works out.

Which isn’t to say that I’m adverse to shagging younger men, it’s just that circumstances have to be a little more involved than just seeing them out and about an approaching them on the fly.

Take Scott, for example. If I saw him walking around in public, I probably wouldn’t have even given him a second glance. Although he’s tall and attractive, with dark hair and brooding eyes, he’s just barely removed from his 19th birthday and looks even younger, which means he normally wouldn’t even be on my radar.

But because has Scott lived on the same street as me for more than a year now, I’ve seen him hundreds of times, and I find myself looking more and more closely at him every time. And more importantly, I’ve seen him looking at me more times than I can count.

Which is all a long-winded way of saying that although I normally wouldn’t have brought home a man as young as Scott, it’s no surprise that he eventually ended up on my couch one afternoon, all wound-up and smiling widely while I got prepared to rock his world.

Getting him there had been easy. I started the dialogue one day as he was jogging past my house, and after a brief conversation consisting of highly-charged but not blatant sexual innuendo on both sides, I invited him over.

“I have to warn you about something, though,” I said as I led him through my front door.

“What’s that?”

“This isn’t going to be your typical get-to-know-each-other, basic, tame first session. I’m going to get filthy as hell and I don’t care if it’s our first time together. Are you okay with that?”

“Okay?” Scott said, smiling widely. “That sounds great.”

“Good,” I said, giving him a smack on the ass. “Now get your ass on that couch while I go change.”

Scott was still on the couch fully clothed when I came out of the bathroom. I was wearing only a bra, my g-string, and three-inch fuck me pumps.

“So what do you think?” I asked, spinning in place.

“I think you’re unbelievably sexy,” Scott replied after gawking at me for a moment.

“Why thank you,” I said, smiling. I turned around and bent over, showing off my ass.

“My pleasure,” Scott said.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” I asked again, even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.

“I can’t wait,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this for longer than you can imagine.”

“Then let’s get this party started,” I said, smiling. I rose and turned and started towards him. Once I came to the couch I dropped to my knees and shuffled forward until I was right between his legs.

“First thing I’m going to do is work on your cock,” I said, grabbing his belt and starting to unbuckle it, looking up at him the entire time, maintaining eye contact. “I’m going to get it nice and hard and ready to go.”

“Sounds good to me,” Scott said.

“And then you’re going to lick my pussy for a while,” I continued, unbuttoning his top button, my eyes still focused on his. “Then you’ll follow that up with licking my asshole. After that, I’m going to sit on your face. Then you’re going to fuck my pussy for a while as you play with my asshole, getting it all nice and warmed up. And then you’re gonna stick your cock in there and pound my fucking asshole until I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I’ll sure as hell give it a shot,” he said, smiling.

“That’s not good enough,” I said, pulling his pants and boxers off and tossing them over my shoulder. “Either you can or you can’t. There’s no trying.”

“I can,” he said as I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and started playing with it.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” he said, groaning a little bit as I jerked him off with a little more intensity.

“Good,” I said, giving him an evil little grin. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

I took a moment to undo my bra, dropping it to the floor and freeing up my large and perky tits. I grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against my tits, moving from one to the other, before spitting on it and sticking it in the flesh channel between them.

Grabbing the outside of my tits, I held them tight against Scott’s cock, squeezing them to keep it in place. I tossed my hair back with a flip of my head and started bouncing up and down, titty-fucking him, staring up at his face the entire time, maintaining eye contact while he watched me with wide-eyes.

Moving a little more urgently now, I released his cock from between my tits, grabbed ahold of it, and slipped it into my mouth. While my hand played with his balls, I sucked his cock, moving up and down quickly as wet and sloppy sounds escaped from my mouth, taking him halfway down every time. Saliva dripped from my mouth, down my chin, and onto my tits.

I pulled back for a moment to catch my breath, looking up at him with a little twinkle in my eyes. My hands were still working his sack.

“How are you doing so far?” I asked.

“Fucking great,” Scott replied.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?”

“I love it,” he said. “You’re incredible.”

“Just wait,” I said. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

And with that, I released his balls and grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against my cheek a couple of times, then wrapped my lips around it.

This time when I pushed my head forward, I didn’t stop until I’d swallowed his entire cock. After I’d taken the whole thing, I held it there, his cock planted deep in my throat, my nose pressing up against his stomach, my bottom lip pressing up against his sack.

Scott shuddered as I stay locked onto his cock, deepthroating him for a full seven seconds before pulling off. Gagging, I coughed up some saliva, then spit it on his cock.

“Do you like it when I deepthroat your cock?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“Hell yeah,” Scott said. “I fucking love it.”

“How about another round?” I said.

“That would be awesome,” he said.

I jerked him off for a few seconds, then deepthroated him again, holding his cock for at least 10 seconds this time before yanking my head back. The tip of his cock was white from lack of circulation and it was practically glowing it had so much spit covering it.

“My turn,” I said, climbing to my feet and walking over towards the wall on the opposite side of the room. I put my hands on the wall, my ass facing directly at him.

Looking over my shoulder at Scott, I slapped one of my ass cheeks. As he watched intently, I slapped the other one. Then I beckoned him over. He climbed off the couch and pushed up against me.

With one arm, he reached around my body and grabbed ahold of one of my breasts and started playing with it, squeezing and groping and rubbing my nipple. I could feel the tip of his cock touching my back and his balls on my butt. I reached back and grabbed his dick and jerked him off.

Scott grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled my head back and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He continued fondling my breast while grinding on my ass with his cock.

Suddenly he pulled his mouth away, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. With my palms flat against the tile and my face turned sideways, I watch him drop to his knees. It was quite the surprise seeing Scott take the lead. I hadn’t expected him to do anything unless I’d told him to. Not that I minded him showing some initiative. I liked it, in fact. It was just unexpected.

“That’s a good boy,” I said, subtly urging him to continue doing things without being told. “Show me how badly you want me to feel good.”

Scott grabbed my hips and pulled, forcing me to stick my ass out to keep my balance. Then he pulled my panties down, leaving my bottom half naked. After that, he grabbed ahold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide and started to go to work.

I moaned in pleasure as his tongue lapped at me like a kitten drinking milk, running from the bottom to the top of my hairless pussy, not putting enough pressure that his tongue slipped inside of me but just enough that I could feel the rough surface of it rubbing against my pussy lips.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” I said, watching him as he worked. “Lick that fucking pussy. Lick it like there’s no tomorrow.”

My talking must have gotten him fired up, as he started going after me with more intensity. He spread my ass cheeks even further apart and forced his tongue deeper inside of me. I backed my ass up against his face, helping him along. I could feel his nose against my asshole and loved it. I reached back, grabbed a hold of his hair, and held his face against my pussy, not allowing him to breathe.

After a good 10 seconds, I let go of Scott’s hair. He backed away, took a deep breath, then went right back to work. This time, after working my pussy for a little while, he ventured a little further north, touching my asshole with his tongue for a moment. He didn’t stay long, probably unsure of whether or not I’d had enough of him eating my pussy.

As it just so happens, I did.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Eat my asshole. Lick it with everything you have.”

Scott did as he was told, licking my asshole like it was covered in chocolate, sliding his tongue inside my anus and bobbing his head up and down, fucking my asshole with his tongue.

After a good minute of Scott working my asshole with his tongue, I was ready to mix things up.

“Is everything okay?” he asked when I stepped away from him.

“Everything’s great,” I replied.

“So you’re happy with me?” he asked.

“Very much so,” I replied. “I just want to switch things up a little bit.” I dropped down to my hands and knees in front of him, them backed my ass up until his face was mere inches from it. Reaching back, I grabbed one of my ass cheeks with each hand and spread them wide, opening myself up to him.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I said. “Get your face in there.”

 Scott dove in, burying his face between my ass cheeks.

He immediately went to town with his tongue, running it up and down my pussy, licking it and sucking it and inhaling my essence while I continued to hold my ass open, giving him easy access to all my holes.

After a good 30 seconds, Scott started to back away to catch his breath, but I was having none of it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I said as I let go of my ass cheeks and grabbed ahold of his hair, one handful in each hand. Using his hair as leverage, I pulled him further into me, smothering him with my flesh. His tongue was buried deep in my pussy and his nose was pushing up against my asshole.

“That’s a good boy,” I said, pushing my ass back against his face. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

 I relaxed my hold on him for a moment, giving him a chance to get in a few gulps of air before pulling him to the floor by the hair, lying him flat on his back on the carpet.

“Are you ready for something different?” I asked, smiling down at him.

“I can’t wait,” Scott said.

“That’s what I like to hear,” I replied. “A man with a sense of adventure.”

“Bring it on, baby,” he said, smiling back at me.

 My grin growing wider, I turned around so I was facing his feet, put one leg on either side of his head, and dropped my ass down onto his face.

 “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I said as I smothered him with my flesh. “I love burying you with my ass.”

I gave him my full weight, my pussy and ass completely engulfing his face, making it all but impossible for him to breathe. But his tongue was still working my snatch, digging deep inside me and exploring around, tickling my insides.

 After sitting atop Scott for a full 15 seconds, I lifted myself up, giving him a chance to catch his breath. He did so in gasping lurches, his breath heavy and labored.

“You liked that, did you?” I ask, peering down at him.

Still unable to speak because of his deep breaths, Scott nodded vigorously, his eyes wide and his smile huge.

“That’s good,” I said. “Because I need some more of it.”

And with that, I dropped back down onto him, not quite giving him my entire weight this time, but grinding my pussy against his face, moving it rapidly back and forth so his rigid tongue was running up and down the length of my snatch.

 Scott’s cock sticking straight up in the air was evidence that he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. I couldn’t help but lean forward and grab ahold of it; it was just too inviting. While keeping my ass planted firmly on his face, I began to jerk him off.

Scott must have liked it, because as soon as I started playing with his cock, he went after my pussy with more vigor. With this in mind I spent the next couple of minutes alternating the pressure and tempo on his cock. It worked like a charm, as though there was a direct link between his cock and his tongue. The faster I worked one, the faster the other one operated. And then when I leaned over some more and took his cock in my mouth, it was all over.

Sucking Scott’s cock brought out the best in his tongue, as it flicked and explored my insides like never before. He did such a good job that he brought me right to the point of orgasm and beyond in a flash, my body shaking all over and releasing a torrent of pussy juices onto his face as I bit down on my bottom lip and tried not to scream too loudly.

I released his cock from my mouth and lifted my body off his face just enough so that I could look down at him. “That was fucking incredible,” I said. “But are you ready to take it to the next level?”

“Absolutely,” Scott said.

I spun around on his face until I was facing the opposite direction, then I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks and plopped my asshole right onto his mouth.

Scott went to work immediately, licking the outside my asshole with urgency, like a man possessed.

“That’s right,” I said. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get your tongue in there and work it around. That’s right. Good boy.”

My talking seemed to turn him on, as he went to work more aggressively. Pretty soon his rigid tongue was slipping in and out of my asshole, tickling my insides.

“Holy fuck,” I said. “That feels so fucking good.”

I started bouncing on his face, his tongue sliding deeper and deeper inside me every time I bottomed out. His tongue in my asshole felt incredible, but I still needed something more to get myself off again. So I stuck my fingers inside my pussy and started banging myself.

After a couple minutes of fucking myself while Scott worked my asshole with his tongue, I was right at the point of cumming again. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and aggressively rubbed my clit, once again putting me over the top.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed as the orgasm rocked my body. It was a huge one, causing me to shake and shimmy like a madwoman. Scott’s tongue slipped out of my asshole but he continued licking away at me, prolonging my ecstasy.

I figured it was time to reward him for a job well done so I climbed off his face and down his body, my legs still straddling him, until my hips were positioned directly above his rock-hard cock.

“Enough playing around,” I said, looking at him with a nasty little grin. “It’s time I felt that huge cock of yours inside of me.”

As he longingly looked up at me, I grabbed ahold of his cock and held it still while I dropped my pussy atop of it, impaling myself on it.

I took things quickly right from the start, riding him cowgirl, hammering my body down onto his, not showing him any mercy whatsoever. I put my palms flat on his chest for leverage, which allowed me to pummel him even more aggressively.

I could tell by the look on his face that he loved being ridden this way, so I decided to amp up his excitement by talking to him.

“You like this, don’t you?” I said, staring down at him with a serious look. “You like it when I ride you like a pony.”

Scott nodded his head emphatically.

“Well hold on tight then,” I said. “Because things are about to get even crazier.”

Scott put his hands on my hips and grabbed tight as I bounced harder and harder up and down upon him, impaling myself on his cock and slamming my body down onto his hard enough to make him flinch.

After riding Scott for about a minute, I slammed down onto him one final time and stayed there with his cock deep inside me. Breathing hard from the exertion, I leaned forward until his head was between my tits. Then I shook my upper body from side to side, slapping him in the face with my tits. After I’d gotten a few good licks in, I wrapped my arms around the back of his head, smashing his face between my tits, smothering him.

I held him in place for a nearly half a minute before releasing him. I gave him a few seconds to catch his breath before turning sideways a bit and pushing one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Suck on it,” I said. “Suck on it until it’s hard.”

Scott did as he was told, getting my nipple hard within seconds.

“Now bite on it,” I said.

He did, gently trapping my nipple between his teeth.

“Harder,” I said. “Until I tell you to stop.”

Scott bit down harder, but it still wasn’t hard enough for me.

“Harder!” I said again, more forcefully. “I’m a big girl. I can take it.”

He did as he was told, increasing the pressure consistently until I was ready to scream. Biting down on my bottom lip, I took the pain for a few more seconds before gasping and letting out a deep shuddering breath.

“Perfect,” I said. “Now on to the other one.”

Scott gave my other nipple the same treatment, getting me to the point I wanted far quicker this time, which I appreciated.

I grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back, popping his mouth off my nipple. After taking a moment to recover, I leaned in and stuck my tongue in his mouth and explored for a little while before pulling back.

“You’re a quick learner,” I said, our face mere inches apart. “Keep this up and we’ll have all sorts of fun together.”

Scott had a satisfied smile on his face as I leaned back and once again started to bounce up and down on his cock. As I pounded away at him, I grabbed his arms and pulled on them until his hands were cupping my tits. As he pushed up on my tits, I leaned back, shifting my weight while I continued hammering away at him.

Arching my back even further, I lifted my chin to the ceiling as Scott pushed up more forcefully on my tits. He also had started lifting his hips up as our bodies come together, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply.

“Just like that, just like that,” I said.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I continued riding him like an drunk cowgirl for another minute or so before I decided to mix things up again. Keeping his cock firmly inside my pussy, I spun around so I was in the reverse-cowgirl position, facing away from him, his eyes starting at my big, bubbly ass.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked, turning back towards him. “Because it’s going to get insane.”

“I can’t wait,” Scott said.

I faced forward for maximum leverage then immediately started going after him with serious intensity, pounding my pussy down onto his cock as though trying to hammer him through the floor.

I reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks spread my ass apart, allowing his cock to penetrate me more deeply. Holding my ass open, I rode him some more before releasing one of my ass cheeks. I stuck my index finger in my mouth to get it lubed up and then slid it into my asshole.

Behind me I heard Scott say, “Holy shit,” in a highly charged toned.

“You like that?” I asked, turning back towards him. “You like it when I finger my own asshole?”

Scott nodded emphatically.

Smiling at his eagerness, I said, “Well don’t worry, honey. You’ll have a turn soon enough. Only it’s not going to be your fingers inside my asshole.”

Still looking back at him and continuing to work his cock with my pussy, I wiggled my finger around in my asshole for a few more seconds before pulling it out and sticking it in my mouth. After I sucked the ass juices off of my finger, I slid a second finger in my mouth.

“Can you help me out?” I asked after pulling both fingers from my mouth.

“Just tell me what you want,” Scott said.

“I need you to hold my ass open for me,” I said. “So I can finger-fuck my asshole properly.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Scott said.

As Scott reached out and spread my ass cheeks wide, I slipped both lubed-up fingers into my asshole. In order to better serve my asshole, I slowed things down on his cock, riding it in long, slow thrusts while my fingers worked my asshole. And then, after it was good and loose, I slipped a third finger inside my anus.

Laughing softly, Scott shook his head. The look on his face was a combination of excitement and anticipation. I knew he couldn’t wait to get his cock inside my asshole. And I couldn’t wait any longer to have it inside of me.

I worked all three fingers inside my asshole for a few more seconds, until it was nice and loose, then I pulled them out and licked them clean.

“Are you ready, Scott?” I asked, flashing him an evil grin. “Are you ready to stick that nice, hard cock of yours into my asshole?”


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