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FILTHY EROTICA 16

4 DIRTY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Brock Landers

Scotty Diggler

JT Holland

Rickie Sheen

 Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PASSING THE TEST BY BROCK LANDERS

MY NAUGHTY BABES: GABRIELLA BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR LOVES ANAL SEX BY JT HOLLAND

SHE RUNS THE SHOW BY RICKIE SHEEN

 

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PASSING THE TEST

UNLIMITED FILTH: VOLUME ONE

BROCK LANDERS

 

I was sitting at the end of the bar, minding my own business and enjoying the scenery, when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was vastly different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that seemed to populate the bars out here in SoCal. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.

We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.

It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.

As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.

She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.

As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.

Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.

It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.

“How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.

“Not bad,” I replied.

“You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.

“Sure,” I said.

She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.

“Hey Vicki,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Vicki. And from the way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.

“Hey Frank,” Vicki replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.

“A Killian’s for me too,” I said.

“Just put it on my tab,” Vicki said to Frank.

“You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Vicki and one in front of me then disappeared once again.

“Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.

“No problem,” Vicki replied.

“I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”

“Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.

“And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.

“If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.

I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.

“Was I correct in my assumption?” Vicki asked once she’d set her drink down.

“You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”

A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.

“But I have to warn you,” Vicki said. “You may want to think a little more carefully before you commit to anything.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, suddenly cautious. “And why is that?”

“Because I’m a bit of a control freak,” she said. “I like to be in charge, to take the lead and run the show, doing whatever I want along the way.”

 I let out a relieved little laugh. “That’s it? I thought you were going to say you were really a man or something.”

“Nope,” Vicki said. “I just like to get that part out of the way up front. Most men don’t deal with it very well.”

“Actually, I don’t mind that sort of thing. I kind of enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that about you,” Vicki said. “You look like you’re not afraid to get a little freaky in the sack.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep,” she said. “That’s why I headed over here in the first place. I’m an expert at reading people. Of course, just because I could tell you were into that sort of thing doesn’t mean that you can actually handle a night with me.”

I laughed softly.

“You think differently?” Vicki asked.

“Let’s just say I haven’t come across much that I can’t handle,” I said.

“Is that right?”

I nodded.

“Fair enough,” Vicki said, a knowing little smirk worming onto her face. “But I have to warn you, most of the men I approach like this same the same thing. They all think they can handle me. Every single one of them. But it’s rare I find one that actually can without complaint. Especially with what I dish out.”

“It’s that intense, huh?”

Smiling, Vicki nodded vigorously.

I smiled back. “Then it sounds like it would be fun.”

“So you’re game?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “On one condition.”

The look Vicki shot me was more intrigued than skeptical. “What’s that?”

“If I can handle whatever you can dish out tonight, then I earn another night with you. Where we find out if you can handle what I can dish out.”

“Sounds fair enough to me,” Vicki said.

“So you like to receive as much as you like to give?” I asked.

“Not as much,” she said, smiling. “But pretty close.”

“Same here,” I said.

“Then it appears we have come to an agreement,” Vicki said.

“It does indeed.”

Vicki pounded the rest of her beer and rose to her feet. “Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s just a couple blocks away.”

I too finished my beer and set the glass down. “No problem at all.”

She grabbed my hand and gruffly pulled me off the stool. “Then let’s go.”

 

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Five minutes later we arrived at Vicki’s place. She unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in, stopped just inside, and looked around. It was a nice place, if a little plain. Comfortable but more functional than anything else.

Vicki closed the door behind us. I turned around to face her and found that she was already on her knees, right there in the hallway, looking up at me with focused intent.

“Oh,” I said as she reached out and started undoing my belt. “Okay then.” I knew she’d said she liked being in charge, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting. Not that I minded.

It took her less than five seconds to have my belt unbuckled, my zipper down, my button undone and my pants and boxers down around my ankles. My cock was sticking straight out, already fully hard. It wasn’t enormous but it was pretty good sized; most girls found it to be a little too big for their tastes but I didn’t think Vicki would have that issue.

“It’s hard already, huh?” she said, staring right at it, obviously impressed.

“It always is,” I replied.

“Always?”

“Pretty much.”

“Well, that certainly makes things easy,” Vicki said. “And it’s just the right size too.”

“It isn’t too big for you?” I said, mostly just taunting her.

She scoffed. “Please.”

“Yeah, I kind of thought you’d be able to handle it,” I said.

“With ease,” she replied. And with that, she immediately went to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other worked my balls. She popped the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in tandem as her mouth dropped further and further down my cock, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so I could get a better view of what was happening.

“You like to see what’s going on, do you?” Vicki said, popping my cock out of her mouth for a moment.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” she continued, jerking me off all the while. “Because I do too. Bright and clear, everything out in the open, no shame whatsoever.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I said.

“So you say now,” Vicki said, grinning like a demon up at me. “But we’ll see. We’ll see.”

She took my cock in her mouth once again and continued pushing her head forward, making my cock disappear inside her mouth inch-by-inch while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Vicki kept going until she’d swallowed my entire cock, deepthroating me with ease, still staring up at me even as her bottom lip touched my ball sack and her nose touched the base of my stomach

“Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath as she held my cock in place, deep in her throat. No one had ever deepthroated me so effortlessly before, nor held me for so long. Almost a full ten seconds, by my count.

Vicki pulled her head off my cock just as deliberately as she’d swallowed it, moving inch-by-inch, in no rush, not having any difficulty with it whatsoever.

“That was fucking incredible,” I said once my cock was free and clear of her mouth.

“That was nothing,” Vicki said. “Just a little taste to get you started. Something for you to think about, for you to long for while I have my way with you.”

She stood up and grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to lead me over the couch in the living room. Once there, she turned me around so my back was facing the couch and gave me a little push in the chest, sitting me down.

“Now you just sit there and wait,” Vicki said. “While I go slip into something more interesting. And then we’ll get started in earnest.”

 

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Vicki came out a couple minutes later wearing nothing but a garter belt, black fishnet stockings and a pair of clear fuck-me pumps. No panties and nothing on above her waist. The outfit made her incredible legs look even longer than before and was sex as hell. Her arms were crossed at her chest, covering up her tits, save for the bottom half, which were poking out.

“What do you think?” Vicki asked.

“I think you’re fucking perfect,” I replied.

“Good answer,” she said, walking towards me until she was standing between my spread legs, her knees touching the couch, staring straight down at me.

She uncrossed her arms, revealing her huge, perfect tits in all their glory, complete with nipples like pencil erasers. She let me admire them from afar for a few moments, then climbed onto the couch, straddling me.

Leaning forward she shook her tits from side to side, bouncing them off the edges of my face. Then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward, pressing it into her chest. With my head now between her massive breasts, she squeezed her tits together, smashing my face between them, smothering me against her flesh.

After a few long seconds, Vicki released gave me room to breathe. I pulled back, gasping for air. But before I could fully recover, she leaned forward and stuck her rock-hard nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, looking up at her face the entire time.

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Suck on that fucking nipple. There you go.”

I popped her nipple out of my mouth and switched the other one. A few seconds later she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, pulling it from that nipple. Then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and ran her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She released her mouth from mine and slid down my body until she was on the floor with her head between my legs.

Vicki was looking up at me with a nasty smile on her face as she played with my rock-hard cock, squeezing it gently between her fingers.

“Have you ever been titty-fucked before?” she said, looking up at me.

“A few times,” I replied. “But never by tits like yours.”

“Well you’re in for a treat,” she said. “Because I’m the best there is.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Smiling, Vicki reached across her body and picked up a bottle of baby oil from the coffee table next to the couch. She popped the top of the bottle and squirted it’s contents all over her chest.

“Let’s get it nice and slippery,” she said, rubbing the oil into her skin, spreading it so it covered her tits front and back, inside and out.

Her tits were glistening in the light, the oil giving her flesh a bright sheen. I was literally licking my lips at the thought of having my cock in between them.

“There we go,” she said, looking up at me, her smile as nasty as ever, her hands bouncing her tits up and down. “Are you ready for these.”

I nodded. “But I have to admit, this isn’t exactly what I was expecting when you said you like to be in charge.”

“Oh yeah?” Vicki said, still smiling. “Why not?”

I shrugged. “I guess I thought I was going to be pleasuring you more than you pleasuring me.”

“Ahh, I see,” she said. “Well, don’t worry, we’ll get to that part eventually. But I’ve found that the better someone is feeling, the better they are at pleasing.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “Then feel free to do whatever you want to me.”  

“Don’t worry,” Vicki said. “I will.” And with that, she stuck my dick between her tits.

“Oh my god,” I said as she wrapped her tits around my cock, squeezed them together, and started to bounce.

“You like that?” she asked.

I nodded.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it,” I said.

“What do you love?” Vicki asked. “Tell me exactly what you love.”

“I love fucking your giant titties,” I said as she continued to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke.

Vicki squeezed harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she squeezed and bounced atop me, the copious amounts of lube she’s used allowing her to constrict my cock while still moving quickly against me, providing an insane amount of pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said as I rose towards orgasm. She was staring directly at me, closely monitoring my excitement level. She was wearing a knowing, calculated little smirk. It was obvious she was setting me up for something, the only question was what that something was.   

I was quickly approaching the point of no return, in fact was just moments away from blowing my load when Vicki abruptly released my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knew exactly how close I was to cumming.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said. “Now that you’re all wound up, it’s time for you to take care of me.”

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. So that was her strategy. I had to admit, it was a good one. As excited as I was right now, I was willing to do pretty much anything she wanted.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked. I already knew the answer was going to be no, but I wanted to hear how Vicki said it to me. I wanted to get an idea of what was to come without specifically asking.

Vicki laughed. “Fuck me? Not a chance. Maybe, if you’re a good boy and do everything I tell you to without hesitation, then maybe I’ll give you the pleasure of sticking your cock inside me. But even then, I’m going to be the one doing the fucking, not you. Not lie your ass down on the floor. It’s time to see how good you are eating pussy.”

More excited than ever by her response, I did as I was told without hesitation.

Before I could ask Vicki what else she wanted from me, she put one foot on either side of my head. Standing over me with her legs spread, I stared up at her pussy and ass, preparing myself for what was to come.

“Do you like what you see?” Vicki asked, looking down at me with an evil smile.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” Vicki said. “Because you’re about to get a lot closer look.” She dropped to the floor, her knees bent and her legs folded under her body, and sat directly onto my face, engulfing my mouth and nose, smothering me.

Shortly after she sat on my face I tried to get some breath into my lungs, but it was difficult to find any air. The entire world consisted of Vicki’s sweet, tangy smell and taste, which was flooding my lungs, filling me up completely.

Vicki smothered me for a good fifteen seconds before finally lifting herself off my face. I gasped for breath, my eyes watering, my chest heaving and my face red. But my smile was threatening to split my face in two.

“I take it you liked that?” Vicki said.

“I fucking loved it,” I replied.

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I did too. Are you ready for some more?”

“Hell yes,” I said. “Bring it on.”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Vicki said, looking down at me. “I certainly will.” Smiling widely, she dropped her ass onto my face once again.

This time she smothered me for what felt like an hour, until my lungs were burning. Nearly in a panic, I brought my hands up with the intention of putting them under her leg to push her off me but she grabbed my wrists and pushed them down to the floor and held them there.

“Just relax,” Vicki said. “You have enough air to breathe.”

So I did, fighting down the panic, which allowed me to find little pockets of air that would keep me breathing.

“See?” Vicki said, still holding my arms down. “I told you it would be okay. Now stick out your tongue. I want to ride it.”

Again I did as I was told, making my tongue rigid and poking it out from between my lips.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Vicki said and she grinded her pussy against my face, moving it forward and back, riding my tongue.

I was having a ball. I loved the taste and feel of Vicki’s insides; silky smooth and sweet and salty and acrid all at the same time. Now that she was riding my face instead of smothering me, I could see up the length of her body every once in a while. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back and her huge tits were sticking out and she was grunting like an animal, obviously enjoying herself immensely.

A few seconds later her body tensed up and then released and she let out a guttural growl and juices flowed from her pussy and covered my face, completely drenching it. Her pussy juices got into my mouth and went down my throat, and because she was still grinding mercilessly on my face I was forced to swallow them down.

Some time later Vicki’s grinding finally slowed down, then stopped completely. Lifting her pussy up off me, she sat down on my chest and stared down at me.

“I’m not gonna lie,” she said. “You did pretty damn good my friend.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little smile tugging at me lips.

“So good that I think I’m going to let you stick your dick in me. Do you like that idea?”

Not wanting to say anything that might change her mind, I just nodded my head.

 “Yeah, I thought you might,” Vicki said. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth, then scooted her body down mine, until she was straddling my waist, her ass pressing back against my hard cock.

We made out with Vicki grinding her ass against me for a little while, then she reached back and grabbed ahold of my cock and pressed it against her pussy and rubbed it around down there  for a few seconds before sliding in just the tip. She worked the head of my cock with her pussy, staring down at me with a little smile the entire time, tempting me, taunting me, trying to get me to make a move for control.

But I resisted, simply lying there and letting her do her thing without pushing the issue. She said she wanted to be in charge so I figured she was testing me, trying to see if I’d take the bait and make a grab at control.

“Not bad,” she said half a minute later, giving credence to my earlier thought process. “Not bad at all.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“So far you’ve passed every test. But there’s still a few more to come.”

“Bring it on.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Vicki said. “I will.”

And with that, she dropped her body onto mine, her pussy completely engulfing my cock. She lifted herself up after bottoming out, then drove her body down onto mine once again.

“Ho-ly fuck,” I said, gasping softly, partially in pleasure and partially in pain.

“It feels that good, huh?” Vicki said, smiling like a demon as she bounced up and down on my cock, hammering away, giving me all her body weight, her ass slamming down onto my hips and her pussy taking my cock balls deep. 

She was riding a fine line between pleasure and pain, which was undoubtedly deliberate. Another one of her tests. She was seeing how much I could take without complaining.

Every time she bottomed out I winced just a hair, biting down on my lip to keep from making too much noise.

After a full two minutes of riding me like I was a piece of meat, Vicki took it easy on me, slowing things down a bit. She stayed atop me with my cock all the way inside of her, not moving at all for the time being. She was breathing deeply and sweating and her hair was all messed up.

My cock was as hard as ever, having not lost once bit of stiffness since we’d started. If anything I was more excited than I had been all evening. I’d always loved being used and abused by a woman and Vicki was as good as anyone I’d ever come across.

“That was pretty damn impressive,” Vicki said. “Most men would have either tapped out or came by now.”

“Well, fortunately I’m not like most men.”

“I’m beginning to see that,” she said. “And it’s a good thing too, because I’m not like most women.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I said.

“But don’t get too cocky,” Vicki said. “You’re still not out of the woods yet. There’s still a few things I need to see if you can handle before you get your night to do with me what you will.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

“Are you ready to continue?”

“Whenever you are.”

Vicki grabbed ahold of my wrists and leaned forward, pinning my arms to the floor above my head. Holding them in place, staring right down at me with an intense look, she slammed her body down onto mine even harder than before, holding it there for a moment before lifting herself up and pounding down on me once again.

She wasn’t moving quickly, instead, she was gathering herself before every thrust, intent on driving her body down onto mine aggressively with every pass, using gravity as her friend, as though trying to hammer me into the floor.

Once I proved I could take this particular style of pounding, she released my arms and transferred her hands to my chest, pressing down on me with her palms, giving herself more leverage as she pummeled me, impaling herself on my cock.

Vicki started moving faster again, hammering away at me, her body slamming down upon mine just as forcefully as ever but twice as fast. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, her eyes boring down on me.

The pain and pleasure were combining to bring me ever closer to cumming, but I refused to allow myself to cross that line until Vicki did. I couldn’t be positive that was another one of her tests, but it certainly made sense.

It got even harder for me to keep from cumming a few seconds later, however. After letting out a deep, guttural growl, Vicki ran her hands up my chest and put them around my throat, choking me as she continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

Being manhandled like that always turned me on, and it took me right to the edge of orgasm. It took everything I had to keep from cumming, especially when she squeezed a little harder, not quite choking my breath completely but making it more difficult to get air into my lungs, even as she continued slamming down on me.

I was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Vicki’s face, she was too. But still I had to make sure she got there before I did.

So I started lifting my hips upwards into her, trying to match her aggression with my own, hammering my cock up into her as hard as I could with every thrust.

Luckily for me, it worked. Vicki  closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath, holding it in while she squeezed my throat even tighter, completely cutting off my breath, then hammered herself down onto me one last time and held her body there, completely engulfing my cock, her ass pushing down on my hips as she froze up for a moment before releasing everything at the same time.

Vicki’s eyes flashed open and her breath came bursting out in the form of a sharp, piercing scream. Her pussy gushed juices, drenching my cock, and her body shivered and shook for a few seconds before falling still. And she let go of my throat, allowing me to breathe.

That last part was what put me over the edge. I’d been holding out for as long as possible, and when she released my throat I couldn’t help but cum, shooting my seed up into her as she sat atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy.

Smiling, Vicki slowly grinded her hips against me, eliciting every last bit of sperm from my cock before climbing up off me.

“Well,” I asked. “Did I pass your test?”

“Almost,” Vicki said, grinning evilly down at me. “There’s just one more thing I need to see if you’ll do.”

“What’s that?” I said, sitting up at the waist.

“You’ll see,” she said, walking towards me, her grin still wide. She bent down and put her hands on my shoulders, forcing me to the floor once again. Once I was lying on my back she threw one leg over me, straddling me with one foot on either side of my head, her pussy (which was still full of my cum) hovering directly above me.

“I don’t know about this,” I said, suddenly apprehensive as I saw where this was going.

“Don’t be such a wimp,” she said, staring down at me. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Says you,” I said.

“I need to see if you’re capable of getting freaky enough to please me for the long haul,” Vicki said. “So far you’ve done a great job. Better than most, if not all of the other men I’ve been with. But we haven’t done anything all that extreme. Which is fine for our first night together. But if we’re going to continue doing this sort of thing, I need to know you’re willing to get a hell of a lot freakier. And this is the first step in that direction.”

I just laid there, undecided, staring up at her pussy, which was already starting to leak my cum.

“I’d understand if you don’t want to do it,” Vicki continued. “But it’s the final test. If you want to earn a night to do whatever you want to me, you have to let me do this one last thing to you. And quickly, before it’s too late. Besides, you might even like it. Who knows?”

I took a deep breath. “Fine,” I said. “Do what you need to do.”

Her smile growing wider, Vicki turned around so she was facing away from me, her head towards my feet, then squatted down, her ass and pussy hovering right above my face. I closed my eyes just as the first drop of my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto my face. There were a couple more drops, then Vicki dropped her ass onto my face and started grinding against it.

She didn’t ride my face as aggressively as before but she didn’t take it easy on me either, digging her pussy into my nose and mouth rubbing back and forth against my face, coating me with a combination of both our juices.

“That’s a good boy,” she said while smothering me. “Take that cum on your face and in your mouth. Now stick out your tongue and get it in there. I want you to clean my pussy out.”

I did as I was told, only somewhat reluctantly. What she was doing to me was demeaning. It was filthy and perverted as hell. Not to mention disgusting. But for some reason it turned me on. I’m not exactly sure why but it did. Maybe it just opened up the possibilities for what I could do to Vicki when I had control. After what she did to me at the end of our session it would be hard to go too far with her. Or maybe deep down I just liked being forced to do things that I didn’t really want to do. But no matter what the reason, I found myself getting into it.

 “There you go,” Vicki said, no longer grinding against me but just sitting on my face while I worked my tongue into her pussy. “Show me how much you want to be with me. Prove it to me.”

I lapped at her insides for what seemed like forever, my excitement growing all the while. I realized my cock was hard once again.

Vicki noticed it too. “What’s this?” she said, bending over and taking my hard cock in her hand. “You’re actually enjoying yourself? I have to admit I’m impressed.”

I was too but my mouth was too full to say anything.

“In fact, I’m going to reward your newfound enthusiasm,” she said.

Before I could wonder how she was going to do that I felt a warmth around my cock and realized she’d stuck it in her mouth.

Vicki went to town on my cock while she continued to grind on my face, working it with her hand and mouth at the same time, bouncing her head up and down on it like a jackhammer, taking it balls deep with every pump.

Maybe because it was so soon after I’d just came or maybe Vicki was just really good at sucking cock, but her mouth around my cock felt better than any blowjob I’d ever gotten before. It was sloppy and wet and aggressive and absolutely perfect.

My excitement fully ramped up once again, I went to work more vigorously on her pussy, no longer caring about what had grossed me out just moments before. I got my hands into the act too, putting them on her asscheeks and spreading them wide, giving me deeper access to her insides.

Vicki responded by deepthroating me, holding my cock deep inside her throat for a full ten seconds before letting it go to catch her breath. But she barely paused for air before going back to work on my cock, blowing me with just as much intensity as before.

She was doing such an incredible job that it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow my load once again. I’d had multiple orgasms in one session before, but never so close together. It was quite a feat that Vicki could make me cum again so soon after shooting my first load.

“Holy fuck,” I said, lifting her pussy off my face just long enough to warn her about it. “I’m gonna fucking cum again.”

If Vicki heard me she didn’t acknowledge my words. She just kept on blowing me as aggressively as before, getting both hands into it at the same time, her mouth bouncing up and down on my cock in a quick, rapid rhythm.

Figuring I’d given her fair warning, I went back to work on her pussy, licking and sucking and exploring it with my tongue while my orgasm got closer and closer.

And then I was there.

I groaned beneath her as my body froze up for a moment before releasing, sending cum shooting out of my cock for the second time in less than five minutes. The explosion was more intense than earlier but didn’t last as long. Three pumps, no more, all of which Vicki took in her mouth, not letting go of my cock until after I’d finished releasing all my sperm.

Once I was done, she climbed off me and sat down on the floor next to me. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see a reservoir of my cum inside. I sat up at the waist to get a better view of what I knew was to come.

Vicki flashed me a little smile then tilted her head back and swallowed my cum down in one gulp.

I laughed under my breath and shook my head, amazed at the filthiness of the woman sitting beside me.

“You’re one hell of a nasty girl,” I said. I meant it as a compliment and she took it that way.

“I appreciate the kind words,” she said. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

“Why thank you,” I said with mock seriousness. “I have to admit though, I was a little surprised there at the end. I thought this night was all about you.”

“It was,” she said. “But I just figured if you were willing to eat your own cum, the least I could do is match you,” she said, smiling at me.

“Sounds fair to me,” I said. “So, I have to ask: Did I earn another night with you?”

“You most certainly did,” Vicki said. “And like we agreed on before, you can do whatever you want to me.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I said.

“So am I,” she replied. “And if tonight was any indication, I think we may have a perverted little affair in the making.”

“Hell, this was just a warm-up session,” I said, grinning at her. “If you think I’m going to take it as easy on you as you did on me tonight then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Oh, I’m expecting you to take it to another level,” Vicki said. “Whether or not you take it far enough is a whole different story.”

“I’m just worried I’m going to take it too far,” I said.

“There’s no such thing as too far,” she replied. And from the look on her face, she meant it too.

“We’ll just see about that.”

“Yes we will,” Vicki said. “Yes we will indeed.”

 

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MY NAUGHTY BABES: GABRIELLA

SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

I love all kinds of women. Tall and skinny or short and stacked. Blonde hair, brown hair, red hair. Dominant, submissive, sexy, sultry, classy, you name it. I’m not super-picky about looks but the one thing I am very picky about it attitude. To be one of my regulars a woman has to truly enjoy fucking. Love it, even. And very few of them love it as much as Gabriella.

At just over 5 feet tall and no more than 100 pounds, Gabriella doesn’t look like she could take a pounding. But her looks are deceiving. She’s got a rocking body, with soft but shapely legs, a great ass, thin waist and small but firm tits.  Her Latin heritage is apparent in her long brown hair, dark eyes, soft features, full lips and naturally tanned skin. She’s more cute than slutty and to look at her it would be impossible to guess that she likes it rough.

But to say it like that is to not give it enough credit. She loves rough sex, adores it, can’t get enough of it, in fact. She won’t take it any other way; if you can’t give her what she needs she’ll kick you out, right in the middle of a session. It’s almost happened to me before.

It was our first time together and I was taking it too easy on her, not giving her what she needed. I was trying to be a gentleman, it being our first time fucking and all, and even though she continued imploring me to give it to her harder and smack her around a little bit, I was having trouble following through.

Finally, after twenty minutes of me pussy-footing around, she’d had enough.

“That’s it,” she said, pulling away from me. “Get the fuck out.”

“What?” I asked, surprised as all hell.

“You heard me,” she said. “If you aren’t going to give me what I need, then just get the hell out of here.”

“What do you need?” I asked, perplexed.

“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” she said. “Get physical with me. Toss me around, smack my ass, that sort of thing.”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

“Have you been fucking listening to me at all tonight?” she said, her voice rising. “I’ve been telling you that ever since we started!”

“I didn’t know you wanted it that rough,” I said.

“Well now you do,” Gabriella said. “So I’ll give you one more chance to make things right, and then you’re out for good.”

“Fine,” I said. “But don’t start crying that you can’t take it.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said. “I guarantee that won’t be the case.”

So I gave her what she wanted. And after we were done, she invited me to come back over later that week. Now we got together once a week or so to fuck, and I gave her what she needed every time.

 

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“So what’s on tap for tonight?” she asked after letting me into her apartment. It was a nice place, pretty basic, not too much style, just substance. Exactly like Gabriella.

“Whatever you can handle,” I replied.

“You know I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said, smiling wryly, daring me in her own way, getting me in the right mindset. She was wearing a tight-fitting pink sweater that was long enough to cover her ass, but just barely. Plus black leather boots with four-inch heels that came up over her knee. It was quite the outfit, and it turned me on like crazy just looking at her.

“Is that right?” I said, playing the game.

“Damn straight,” she said, her smile growing wider.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp tug, bending her backwards so she was looking up towards the ceiling.

Gabriella’s smile widened as she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. She clearly got off on being treated like this; it wasn’t an act.

“You like that?” I asked.

“I love it,” Gabriella replied.

I pulled her sweater off, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples were hard and sticking out like pencil erasers. I fondled one of her tits and pinched her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then I slapped down on it.

Gabriella yelped and shivered in ecstasy.

“Do it again,” she said.

I did it again, harder this time.

“Harder,” she said.

So I did, harder still. And again. And again. Her tit was bright red but she still seemed to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.

As was I. My cock was pushing painfully against my pants. This was exciting me just as much as it was her. I pulled up on her hair, snapping her head forward.

She was taking deep breaths but she was still smiling and her eyes were glowing with excitement.

I started walking, dragging her along by the hair as I went. I pulled her over to the wall, spun her around, and pushed her back up against it, then I grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.

Gabriella’s smile didn’t fade one bit. In fact it grew wider.

“You like this, don’t you?” I said.

Gabriella nodded.

“Are you ready for more?”

She nodded again, her face starting to turn pink.

With one hand still around her throat I slapped her face. The sound filled the room like a gunshot. Little red blossoms flared up on Gabriella’s cheek. But she still smiled.

So I slapped her again. Then I squeezed her throat a little tighter. And slapped her again.

Gabriella’s smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating excitement. Her whole face was turning red now as her blood flow was restricted.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

Gabriella shook her head and mouthed the word no.

So I slapped her again. And again. And again. I was squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.

Her lips were slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes started to flutter and her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolled slightly to the right.

I let go of her throat.

The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.

“That was incredible,” she said.

“You’re one depraved little slut, aren’t you?” I said, laughing under my breath.

“The filthiest,” Gabriella said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and pressing against my pants.

I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. But right now I want to mess with you some more.”

“If you insist,” she said, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

I slipped her dress off by pulling it over her head and tossed it towards the other side of the room. Then I grabbed ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as my free hand wandered down her stomach to her pretty little pussy. I rubbed her snatch for a few seconds to get her warmed up but it was unnecessary. She was already soaking wet. So I stuck two fingers inside her and started finger-fucking her.

I stood there, facing Gabriella, looking down at her face as I was exploring her insides with my fingers, my excitement building like crazy.

She was staring up at me with wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as I increased the pressure and depth of my fingers inside her.

I slid another finger into her pussy while simultaneously tightening my grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that was forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her I started moving my hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, my wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as I finger-fucked her.

Gabriella’s mouth was slightly open and little gasping sounds were escaping from her throat. Her face was slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminished.

“You like this, don’t you?” I said.

She nodded as much as she could in her comprised situation.

“Do you want another finger?”

She nodded.

Without releasing her throat I slipped my pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It was a tight fit but she loosened up a bit as I moved my fingers inside her.

A short time later Gabriella’s entire body was quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumped to the side just a bit and her eyes fluttered. She was about to pass out.

I didn’t want that. So I released her throat but continued finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. She leaned into me to keep from falling, her head on my chest.

I was the only thing holding her up but still I continued working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths were shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

Finally she caught her breath and pulled back a bit, using the wall for support.

I took a moment to unzip my pants and pull my cock out with my free hand. It was sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it was trying to push through my skin.

“Stroke it,” I said.

Gabriella’s hand flew down to my cock and she started jerking me off. In response, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tit and squeezed it while my other hand continued working her pussy.

We stood there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before I was ready for something more.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and gave it a little smack.

Gabriella yelped and her body stiffened for a moment but her smile didn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor did she let go of my cock.

I stuck my fingers in Gabriella’s mouth so she could clean them of her juices. She licked her fingers one-by-one, until they were completely clean, staring at me the entire time, continuing to jerk me off. Not saying anything, just waiting for my direction.

She was a perfect, little slut. It was time to start putting her to better use.

“It’s time that I fucked your face,” I told her.

“Bring it on,” she replied.

Smiling, I pushed down on her shoulders. She knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. I shifted my hands to her head and grabbed ahold of her hair, using it to hold her head against the wall.

“Open your mouth,” I said.

She obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at me.

I stuck my cock inside her mouth and started sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. I gradually slipped it further inside her until it was about halfway in. Then I sped up my thrusts.

Her lips started to close around my cock. I quickly pulled my cock out, used it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” I asked.

Gabriella shook her head.

“That’s right,” I said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open. No matter what. Understand?”

She nodded.

I stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds came from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her.

“Tongue out,” I said.

Gabriella did as she was told; I could see her tongue beneath my cock as I pumped her mouth. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Gagging, slurpy sounds escaped from her throat. Tears were dripping from her eyes and running down her cheek, smearing her makeup, but from the way she was looking at me she was still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.

My cock was slippery as hell as I gave her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with my hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds were growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva was gathering on the carpet beneath her. I was thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. I was almost at the point of cumming. I knew I needed to move onto something else before it was too late. But first I wanted to do something.

So I slipped my cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slammed it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose was poking into my stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like I had done every time up until this point, I held it there, my cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” I said.

She shifted her gaze upward as best she could while deepthroating me, looking up at me with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath, doing everything in my power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly put me over the edge. I quickly yanked my cock out of her mouth before it was too late.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I said.

She dropped down at once. Her back was arched, her ass sticking up in the air, her shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs were pressed together, showing off her perfect heart-shaped ass.

I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her. My legs were just outside hers and my cock was lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settled my cock in between them then pressed her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.

Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fucked the crack of her ass, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounced back and forth against her.

“Enough of this shit,” she said. “I need your cock inside me.”

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up towards mine. “You’ll get my cock when I’m ready for you to have it,” I said. “Got it?”

She nodded, smiling all the while, having gotten exactly what she wanted out of me. I pushed her head back down and went back to work.

After a few pumps I released her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guided it towards her pussy. She moaned as my cock entered her.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Gabriella said. The excitement in her voice was obvious.

I started off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts. Looking down at her ass, I watched my cock as it moved in and out of her pussy. It was glistening with her juices; her pussy was tight but she was so wet it didn’t matter one bit.

“What’s the problem back there?” she asked, turning to look back at me once again.

“What do you mean?” I said. “You wanted me to fuck you and now I am.”

“But why are you taking it easy on me?” Gabriella asked. “This isn’t exactly my first time around the block. There’s no need to get me warmed up before slamming your cock into me like you mean it.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked, even though I knew it was exactly what she wanted. “For me to fuck you harder?”

“You’re damn right,” she said. “It’s what I always want.”

“Fine,” I said. ‘Then that’s what you’ll get.”

I quickly began to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It wasn’t long before our bodies were slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom of every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her belly as my cock jammed into the walls of pussy.

Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like my actions weren’t affecting her at all. Seeing this, I began to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I had. Her entire body moved a couple inched forward every time we came together.

“Is that better?” I ask without slowing down one bit.

“A little bit,” she said between thrusts. She still wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally came with a good fucking but I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramped things up even further. “But I need more.”

I gave her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinched but held her squeal inside.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Exactly like that,” she replied, breathing hard.

I smacked her ass again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slapped it again. And again. And again until it was bright red. Tears were running down her eyes but still she made no sounds, neither of delight nor pain.

I relaxed for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I needed to recover. The little break allowed her the same opportunity.

“Was that all you got?” she said after catching her breath. Her tone was sarcastic but the look on her face painted a different story. She was enjoying herself immensely.

“No, I’ve got more for you.”

“Then give it to me already,” she said. “I’m waiting for the good stuff.”

Smiling fiercely, I went back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grabbed ahold of her hair and gave it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and changing up the angle of penetration, allowing me deeper inside her.

I got up off my knees and slid my feet under my legs. Crouching down so as to not allow my cock to slip out of her pussy, I took a couple steps forward until my legs were straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I started hammering away at her like there was no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Her body threatened to collapse every time I reached the bottom but somehow she maintained her position.

Gabriella was no longer holding back, no longer quiet. Her screams of pleasure were loud and guttural, animalistic to the extreme, finally betraying the nastiness that she was known for. It was as if a damn had burst in her throat and she was no longer trying to convince me that I wasn’t giving it to her hard enough.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I pummel her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes! YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”

Her talking riled me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realized it was a good thing she’d kept quiet until now otherwise I never would have lasted this long.

I let go of her hair and slowed down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she didn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. It felt too good to try and get her to stop.

“Holy shit,” I said a short time later, my orgasm right around the corner. “Holy fucking shit I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Yeah?” she said, looking back at me.

I nodded my head. I couldn’t have talked right then if my life depended on it.

“Right now?” she asked.

I nodded again.

She quickly pulled away from me, releasing my cock from her pussy, and spun around. Before I had realized what was happening she had taken my rock-hard cock in her mouth and was sucking me off like there was no tomorrow.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said, letting her know that my explosion was imminent. I was expecting her to slip my cock from her mouth and jerk me off to completion, taking my sperm on her chest or maybe even her face, but instead she took my cock all the way down her throat and held it there, just like she had when I almost came earlier in the evening.

That was the final straw. My body tensed up and then released in a shuddering burst, spraying my cum straight down her throat while she stared up at me, holding my eyes with her own, her mouth engulfing my cock as I spasmed a couple more times, sending another couple shots of cum down her throat.


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