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FILTHY EROTICA 17

4 DIRTY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Taylor Jordan

JT Holland

Misty Rose

Dirk Rockwell

 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

SHE’S THE BOSS BY TAYLOR JORDAN

BANGING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT BY JT HOLLAND

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT FORCES THE ISSUE BY MISTY ROSE

SHE LIKES IT ROUGH BY DIRK ROCKWELL

 

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SHE’S THE BOSS

TAYLOR JORDAN

 

Teri loves her job.

As the only female vice-president in her company, she has certain perks that she helps herself whenever possible. Specifically, the junior executives.

All of them are desperate to move up in the company, and she takes advantage of this fact by forcing them to do things that they might not necessarily do otherwise.

Not that they mind.

Teri is an incredibly attractive woman with platinum blonde hair, the face of a model and a killer body. And on top of that, she’s a freak in the sack, willing to get down and dirty with someone she’s only seen from afar or talked to a few times.

In fact, for the most part, the less she knows about the young men the better. It’s far easier for her to get nasty with a relative stranger than it is with someone she knows casually. Plus it’s less uncomfortable afterwards if they don’t have a prior personal relationship. Besides the whole boss/employee thing of course.

The whole setup works out perfectly for Teri. The young men she takes advantage of aren’t directly beneath her so she isn’t in charge of their promotions or performance reviews or anything like that. But they all know that she has some say in what goes on and they long to be on her good side. So she can pick one on whim and do whatever she wants to them without having to worry about any reprisals.

All in all, it’s a perfect job.

 

#

 

On this day, Teri calls Ryan into her office. He’s been with the company for a little more than a month now, and from what she’s heard, he’s a good worker. Always on time, attentive, considerate, a little shy. Not to mention good-looking, with a sharply-lined face, dark hair, and a six-foot tall, finely honed body. All the things she looks for in a man.

Ryan knocks on her office door and Teri invites him in.

“Lock it behind you,” she says, smiling.

Ryan gives her a curious look but does as she says.

“Have a seat,” Teri says, beckoning him to a leather office chair in front of her desk.

Ryan does as he’s told.

Once he’s seated, Teri stands up from her chair and comes over in front of him. She’s wearing a white blouse with the top few buttons undone, revealing a good portion of her firm, perky tits and a short black skirt that shows off her incredible legs.

Ryan is trying to avoid staring at her but is having trouble. He’s breathing heavily and there is sweat forming on his brow. He’s undoubtedly heard about Teri’s proclivities around the office, but it’s hard for her to tell if he’s looking forward to having his turn or scared about what’s the come. Perhaps a bit both.

 Not that Teri cares. She likes the confusion in his eyes, the discomfort that’s plain on his face. She gets off on it. In fact, you could say that it’s the real reason she does what she does; not just for the physical sensation that comes from it, but the mental stimulation too.

Teri sits atop her desk and looks down at Ryan. Her legs are slightly open, giving him a straight shot up her skirt. She wants to see how he handles the view.

“Do you know why I called you into my office?” she asks.

Ryan shakes his head. His gaze is continually shifting between looking up at Teri’s face and peeking at what’s between her legs. (Which is flesh only; she conveniently forgot to put on any panties this morning.)

“Really?” she asks. “No idea at all?”

He shakes his head again but he’s also starting to blush.

“Now, why don’t I believe you?” Teri asks, tilting her head sideways and smirking knowingly at him. “Are you sure you have no idea whatsoever?”

Ryan shakes his head yet again.

“You know what I think?” Teri says, climbing to her feet then immediately dropping to her knees in front of him. “I think you’ve heard all the stories from the other guys and you know exactly why I called you in here. That’s what I think.”

Teri reaches out and grabs Ryan’s waistband. He quickly scrambles out of the chair, knocking it over in his haste. He tries to back away from Teri but she stays right with him, shuffling on her knees as he moves backwards, her hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually she backs him up all the way to the wall.

“Nowhere to run to now,” she says, smiling like a demon up at him.

He just stares at her, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” Teri asks, her excitement growing. She loves messing with men, especially shy ones. It gets her off. “Do you not like women?”

“It’s not that,” Ryan says, barely able to spit out the words.

“Then what is it?” Teri asks as she slowly undoes his belt.

“It’s just that . . . that you’re—”

“The vice-president of the company?” she volunteers for him, slipping his belt off his waist.

“Yeah,” he says.

“That just means you should be going out of your way to please me even more,” Teri says as she drops his belt onto the ground. “Not denying me what I want.”

Ryan sighs in defeat. She has him there. Her logic is unassailable. Just like it always is in this situation.

“I guess you’re right,” he says.

“Of course I am,” Teri replies. She undoes the top button of his pants and goes to work on his zipper. “So just relax and go with the flow, all right?”

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

“That’s a good boy,” Teri says as she pulls his pants to the ground.

Ryan’s raging boner is sticking straight out, hard as a log. His cock isn’t huge but that’s not a problem. Size only matters to a certain extent. As long as it’s not tiny that’s all that matters. And Ryan’s isn’t tiny.

“You have a beautiful cock,” Teri says, looking up at him. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

Before Ryan can answer, Teri takes his cock in her mouth. She already knows the answer to her question anyway.

She works Ryan’s cock for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting him warmed up, then starts sucking it more aggressively. She takes it progressively further down her throat, bobbing her head forward and back, her eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact. It isn’t long before his cock is disappearing in her mouth with every thrust, tickling her throat, filling her up, making it difficult to breathe.

Teri easily takes him all the way down a few times, then holds his cock in her throat, deepthroating him for a full tens seconds before pulling off. Her mouth is filled with saliva and she spits it on his cock then starts jerking him off again.

“You like that, don’t you?” Teri says, staring up at Ryan while working his cock with her hand. “You like it when I deepthroat your cock? When I choke and gag on it?”

Ryan nods.

 “It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” Teri says, getting off on his discomfort.

Ryan nods again.

“Then just wait,” she says. “Because this is just the beginning.”

Laughing softly, Teri drops down onto the back of her legs and slides in closer to Ryan. Then she goes to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all while still continuing to jerk him off.

“What about that?” she says, looking up at him with a smile. “You like that too?”

“Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

Smiling wider, enjoying herself immensely, Teri grabs ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeezes, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then she takes both of his balls in her mouth and sucks hard.

Ryan makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Teri can feel him tensing up so she pops his balls out of her mouth.

“That too, I assume?” she says.

Ryan’s nod is more emphatic than ever.

“Good, because I’ve got more where that came from,” Teri says. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

He nods again.

Teri stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and uses it to lead him over towards the couch set against the far wall of her office. Then she grabs a throw pillow from the couch and drops it on the floor.

“Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” she says.

Ryan does as he’s told.

Teri positions herself so she has one foot on each side of his head, her body directly above his face. She pulls her skirt up over her waist, revealing her neatly manicured pussy. Then she slips two fingers inside herself. They slide in easily; she’s already soaking wet. She works her pussy with her fingers while staring down at Ryan.

“Do you like my pretty little pussy?” Teri asks.

Ryan nods.

“Do you want a closer look at it?” she says.

He nods again.

Teri squats over him, one leg on each side of his head. Her pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth. She’s still banging away at herself, working her pussy with her fingers.

After she’s got her fingers soaked with her juices, Teri pulls them out of her pussy, then bends down a little more and sticks them in Ryan’s mouth.

He sucks on her fingers, licking Teri’s pussy juices off of them.

“There you go,” Teri says. “Lick them clean. That’s a good boy.”

Once Ryan is done, Teri pulls her fingers out of his mouth.

“Did you like the taste of my pussy?” she asks him.

Ryan nods his head for what seems like the hundredth time since entering her office.

“Well you’re in luck,” Teri says. “Because I’m going to give you a chance to get your fill of it.

She grabs a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against her pussy.

“Lick it,” Teri says

Ryan does as he’s told, going after her pussy with serious intensity, not holding back at all.

Teri lets him work on her pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow.

“Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all. But I need a little more from you before I give something back. Have you had a woman sit on your face before?”

Ryan shakes his head, adding a quick “no,” for good measure.

“Ooohhh, I get to pop your cherry,” she says, smiling. “Lucky me.”

And with that, Teri drops down to her knees so her pussy is right on top of Ryan’s face. Then she goes back to work on herself, rubbing her clit this time while she smothers Ryan with her ass and pussy.

“Holy shit that feels fucking good,” she says. “But do you know what would feel even better? If you stuck your tongue out.”

Ryan does as he’s told.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Teri says. Still rubbing away at her clit, she grinds her pussy onto Ryan’s mouth and starts riding his rigid tongue. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there.”

A mini-orgasm washes over Teri  but she doesn’t slow down one bit. If anything, she rides Ryan’s face more intensely as she cums.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Teri hisses as her pussy squirts juices onto Ryan’s face. She holds her breath for a couple seconds before letting it out in a rush as the orgasm passes.

“That was pretty fucking good,” she says, lifting herself off Ryan’s face, giving him a chance to breathe. “How was it for you?”

“Fucking great,” Ryan says between deep breaths. He’s smiling widely. It’s the most excitement he’s shown so far.

“I take it you liked it?” Teri asks, matching his grin.

“I fucking loved it,” he says.

“That bodes well for you future,” she says. “Not only with me, but with any woman. It’s hard to find a man who truly enjoys getting smothered by a woman’s pussy.”

“Really?” Ryan says.

“Hell yes,” Teri replies, sitting on his chest now, staring down at him. “In fact, you did such a good job that I’m going to do a little something for you now. How does that sound?”

“It sounds awesome,” he replies. “But to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

“You’re close to cumming?”

He nods sheepishly.

“Don’t fret it,” Teri says. “Just sit back and relax and let me do all the work, and when you’re ready to cum, just let me know and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Sounds good,” he says.

Teri scoots her body down until she’s  squatting over Ryan’s groin. Looking directly at him, she undoes the last couple buttons on her blouse. Although her shirt is still on, her tits are now free and visible. In fact, Ryan can’t seem to take his eyes off them.

While Ryan stares at her tits, Teri grabs ahold of his cock, holds it straight up, and lowers her body onto it.

Ryan lets out a low groan as his cock easily slips into her wet, waiting pussy. Knowing that he doesn’t have much time at all before he cums, Teri starts working his cock immediately, putting her hands on his chest for leverage and expertly moving her body so that every time she drops down on his cock it goes a little bit deeper inside her.

It isn’t long before Teri is bouncing on Ryan so hard that his cock is completely disappearing every time she gets the bottom. As his moans and groans grow louder and more insistent, she increases the intensity of her gyrations until she is slamming her body down onto him with some serious aggression.

 “You like that?” Teri says, staring down at him. “You like it when I bounce on your cock?”

Ryan nods. His face is screwed up in a mask of concentration as he tries desperately not to cum.

“Here, try these,” Teri says, reaching down and grabbing Ryan’s wrists and placing his hands on her tits. “Anytime you feel like you’re getting close to the edge, just squeeze them a little tighter, okay?”

Ryan nods and immediately wraps his hands around them, squeezing them with everything he has.

“Oh my,” Teri says, surprised at his sudden strength. But she likes it. A lot. So much so that she thinks she may actually be able to cum again before Ryan is finished for good.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says as she continues impaling herself on Ryan’s cock, slamming down on him with all her energy. She arches her back and grabs a handful of her hair and tilts her chin towards the ceiling.

“That’s right,” Teri says, riding Ryan like a demonic cowgirl. “Give it to me, baby. Give it to me. Right there. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Her moans are growing more intense with every thrust. But so are Ryan’s. And his hands are squeezing her tits even more tightly, which means he’s closer than ever to cumming. It is now a race to orgasm, one that Teri has to win if she wants to cum again.

With this in mind, Teri takes more control of the situation.

She grabs ahold of Ryan’s wrists and leans forward, driving his arms to the floor, pinning one on each side of his head. With her newfound leverage, she continues dropping her ass onto Ryan’s body, harder and harder every time, trying to drive him into the floor.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Ryan says through clenched teeth, his face a mask of concentration.

Teri knows the look and the sounds coming out of his mouth.

“Not yet,” she growls at him.

“But . . . you said . . . I could cum . . . when I was ready,” Ryan manages to squeak out.

“I lied,” Teri says.

Ryan puts on a wounded expression.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum until I do, understand?”

Ryan nods but it doesn’t hold any conviction.

“I mean it,” Teri hisses, still hammering down on him all the while. “You’d better not cum until after I’m done with you or you’re going to pay the price. Got it?”

This time Ryan’s head nod is a little more convincing.

“Good,” she says, her tone lightening. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long now. I just need to do one more thing, and I’ll be done in no time.”

And with that, Teri releases one of Ryan’s arms and runs her now-free hand under his chin and grabs him around the neck.

“There we go,” she says, her excitement immediately kicking up a notch at his expression of surprise at her latest move. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about.”

Dominating one of her underlings always gets Teri off like crazy and today is no exception. She’s quickly rising towards another orgasm. She just needs to take things one step further and she’ll be there.

She releases Ryan’s wrist with her other hand and rears back and smacks him in the cheek with it. His shocked expression exhilarates her.

She smacks him again.

“Take it, you little bitch,” Teri says, slapping Ryan with one hand while choking him with the other. His face is two different shades of red, a lighter one from the lack of oxygen and a darker one from the force of flesh smacking flesh. “Take whatever I give you.”

And Ryan does, taking it without complaint as Teri works him over, bringing herself right to the edge of orgasm while doing so.

“Holy fucking shit,” Teri growls as a massive orgasm begins to wash over her. She stops bouncing on Ryan and is now just pushing her hips down on his cock, driving it as deep as it’ll go inside of her. She stops smacking him too, instead wrapping both hands around his neck and squeezing tightly as she cums.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams as the wave washes over her, sending juices squirting out of her pussy and causing her body to tense up. She holds onto Ryan’s neck until the orgasm passes, then finally lets it go.

Air rushes into Ryan’s lungs and his face starts to regain its color.

“Wow, that was fucking incredible,” Teri says, smiling down at him. “Are you okay?”

Ryan nods. His lips are even turned up in a little smile.

“Wait a minute, did you actually enjoy getting beat up like that?” Teri says, her grin growing wider.

“Yeah,” he says. “I think I did.”

“Interesting,” Teri says, drawing the word out as she files that little factoid away for later.

Most of the young men she takes advantage of can’t stand relinquishing control. It’s rare to find one that does.

“So are you ready to cum yet?” she asks.

Ryan nods emphatically.

“Then let’s see what I can do to help,” Teri says.

She leans forward and lovingly caresses Ryan’s face and sticks her tongue into his mouth. With his cock still in her warm, wet pussy, they make out, while Teri starts slowing working her body up and down on Ryan’s cock.

After getting him back to where he was before she started taking control, Teri breaks off the kiss and leans back until she’s sitting straight up again. Then she works her pussy forward and back, shifting the angle of Ryan’s cock. As he quickly rises towards an orgasm of his own,  switches it up again and starts moving in a circular manner, staring down at him the entire time.

“Do you like that?” she says. “Do you like how I work your cock with my pussy?”

Ryan nods.

“Do you want me to work it faster?”

He nods again.

Smiling, Teri starts bouncing up and down on his cock, not quite as aggressively as before but still with some intensity. She reaches back and spreads her asscheeks, allowing her to engulf Ryan’s cock more fully.

It isn’t long before Ryan is ready to cum. His face is again screwed up in concentration and he even utters “shit, shit, shit,” again, just like before.

“Are you ready to cum?” Teri asks, still bouncing on his cock.

Ryan nods his head.

“Yeah?” Teri asks.

He nods more emphatically.

Teri bounces on his cock a couple more times then climbs off just as Ryan starts to cum. Holding his cock against her stomach, she jerks him to completion, sending his sperm shooting straight up onto her chest, some of it even getting under her chin.

As Ryan’s cum drips down her chest, Teri squeezes every last drop from his cock before finally releasing her hold on it.

“Not bad,” she says, smiling at him. “Not bad at all, my friend. It looks like you have a bright future in this company, Ryan.”

“Thanks,” he says, smiling sheepishly.

Teri stands up, then holds out her hand and helps Ryan to his feet. “Now put your clothes back on and get back to work,” she says, turning and walking towards the bathroom at the far end of the room. “And do me a favor and tell Scott Thompson I need to see him in my office in thirty minutes.”

As she enters the bathroom, Teri catches a glimpse of Ryan’s shocked and slightly hurt face in the mirror. She laughs softly and closes the door.

“These poor young men, thinking they’re the special,” she says to herself in the mirror. “One day they’ll learn they’re just nothing more than a cock and two balls.” She grabs a washcloth and gets it wet and starts rinsing off her chest. It’s time to get cleaned up. She’s only got thirty more minutes until she gets to order another junior executive around.

Yep, Teri loves her job.

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BANGING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT

MY ADVENTURES WITH THE TRASH TALKING SLUT: VOLUME ONE

JT HOLLAND

 

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

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

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

 

#

 

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

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

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

My cock immediately started to rise.

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

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

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

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

“It’s fine with me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She scoffed. “Please. Just watch me.”

Without further ado, she wrapped one hand around my shaft, opened her mouth, and slipped my cock inside. She sucked on the tip and stroked my shaft at the same time, working slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, her mouth dropping further and further down my cock with every thrust.

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

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

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

Smiling back at her, I nodded.

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

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

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

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

I nodded again.

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

I shuddered and made another involuntary noise.

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

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

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

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

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

“With pleasure,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop talking and start sucking,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Surprisingly, Riley did as she was told.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look who’s talking,” she replied.

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

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

She nodded as best she could considering the situation.

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

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

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

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

She nodded.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

“Next time? What about right now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT FORCES THE ISSUE

MISTY ROSE

 

I learned very early in life that if you want something you have to reach out and take it. There’s no use standing around and hoping that it will magically come to you; sure, it happens occasionally but not all that often. If you aren’t the master of your own destiny you’re bound to be disappointed. And I’m not the kind of girl that is willing to accept disappointment.

This idea of taking control is even more important when it comes to sex. So many of my friends are afraid to even speak up in bed, afraid of telling their man what they want or don’t want, afraid of doing anything that might upset their precariously balanced relationship that’s bound to end up in disaster anyway.

I just don’t get it. Why take the chance of being disappointed and ultimately unsatisfied when it comes to sex, especially when it’s so damn easy to get exactly what you want every time?

I certainly don’t take that chance. I have absolutely no problem taking charge in the bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, or bathroom, or wherever that night’s fuck session is going to take place.

I live by a simple philosophy. To get what you want you have to make your preferences known. Even demand them in some cases.

Most people assume that because I’m a super-hot chick with a smoking body and a cute-as-hell face, it’s far easier to get men to do my bidding than it is for a normal girl. But that’s simply not the case. Sure, the men I go home with are generally better-than-average looking, but for the most part, at their core, all men are the same; pathetic little boys who naturally bow down to a woman who is willing to exert a little dominance. Tell them what you want and they’ll do it. Do what you want to them and they’ll accept it. Hell, most of the time they’ll enjoy it even if their ego won’t let them admit it out loud. Don’t believe me? Just try it sometime and see what happens. I guarantee you’ll enjoy the results.

And if for some reason this rubs the man you’re with the wrong way, so be it. If he isn’t sure enough of himself to relinquish control every once in a while then he’s not someone you want to be with anyway. You’ll be saving yourself a whole lot of heartache down the road by finding this out early on.

 

#

 

I have a regular roster of men that I can choose from on a nightly basis, depending on my mood, but sometimes I just need  someone new. Like last Saturday afternoon.

I was sitting around, going through my phone, trying to decide who to spend the evening with but nobody was standing out. So I slapped on a little makeup and a black bikini that left very little to the imagination and walked out my front door, which opened up to the boardwalk on Mission Beach in San Diego.

After scouring the beach for a little while I spotted a group of guys playing Over The Line out in front of Island Street. They were regulars, most of them in their mid-20’s like me. I’d slept with all of them and while a couple were decent lays, none was anything to write home about. But I knew I could get a couple of beers from them and a little attention, so I headed on over.

It wasn’t until I arrived that I noticed the newcomer. He was a little bit younger than the others, maybe by a couple of years, and didn’t have quite the same look. He stood just outside the circle that had formed around me and he seemed a little more guarded than the others, not nearly as boisterous, like he wasn’t real comfortable within the group. Instead of openly gawking at me like the rest of them he cast a couple of shy, almost nervous glances in my direction. But he was a looker, that was for sure; much hotter than the rest of the guys. Just a shade over six feet tall with a mop of shoulder-length blonde hair and a lean but muscular body paired with a sharply-lined, tan face.

“What’s with the new guy?” I asked, popping open a Coors Lite that I’d grabbed from the nearby cooler.

“Oh, that’s Nick, my little brother,” Carl said. He was the spokesman of their little group. Not too bad in the sack, better than the others but nothing special.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Carl said. “We dragged him along hoping that you’d come out and see us today.”

I tilted my head and gave him a mock-disdainful look. “What are you trying to say?”

Carl shrugged but he had a mischievous grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was up to. And I’m not going to lie, I was a little flattered. But still, I wanted to hear him say it. I couldn’t make things too easy on him, after all. That just wasn’t my style.

“Come on,” I said. “Spit it out.”

“He was hoping that you could teach me a thing or two,” Nick said from the rear of the group.

This brought a combination of shocked laughs, a couple of snickers and a even a taunt or two from the rest of the guys. Which was to be expected from this group. I wasn’t offended. It took a hell of a lot more than that to offend me.

I cast my eyes over towards Nick. I had to admit, I was surprised that he’d spoken up. And impressed too. It took a lot of balls to say something like that to a woman you had never met before, even if he had a pretty good idea of what kind of a woman I was. Especially with this much testosterone floating about.

“Is that what you were hoping for too?” I asked him, seeing how he would react if he was forced to speak directly to me instead of chiming in when I wasn’t paying attention.

He shrugged, suddenly not so talkative now that he was the center of the action. His face had turned a light shade of pink.

“Well, is it or isn’t it?” I said.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

“How do you ask?”

“Please?” he said, obviously not sure what I wanted.

What I wanted was to start exerting my dominance over him, but also to see if he had any backbone whatsoever. In short, I was trying to get a general feel for him. Because even though I’d already decided to fuck his brains out, I wanted to at least have an idea of what I had to work with.

“Ask me to take you back to my place,” I said. Our eyes were locked together, focused solely on one another. It was as if the rest of the group—the rest of the world, in fact—didn’t exist. And in a very real sense, at least for Nick, it didn’t.

“Please take me back to your place,” Nick said.

“I’d love to,” I said with a smile. I walked over to him, grabbed his hand and started to lead him back to the boardwalk, just me and him, neither of us looking back.

 

#

 

A couple minutes later we were standing in my living room. After chatting a bit on the way over he’d turned suddenly quiet once we’d entered my house, as if the situation had suddenly gotten a lot more real.

“You’re not sure about this, are you,” I said. I wasn’t offended, just amused. I was used to this sort of thing.

After all, the mass media had narrowed the definition of what a desirable woman was. These days, most men fantasized about a woman with a refined, if not quite shy, demeanor. Someone that was easy to dominate, both mentally and physically. Not a little fireball with a boisterous attitude, unafraid to speak her mind and force the issue. The vast majority of the time men just didn’t know how to react to me.


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