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SMUT COMES FIRST 2

8 MORE TALES OF FILTHY SEX

Featuring stories from:

Hunter Monroe

Misty Rose

Scotty Diggler

Taylor Jordan

JT Holland

Rickie Sheen

 Copyright 2018 by AE Publications

AE 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

ROBBING THE CRADLE BY HUNTER MONROE

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT IS HOT AND BOTHERED BY MISTY ROSE

POUNDING A HOT STRANGER BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

TAKING HIM FOR A TEST DRIVE BY TAYLOR JORDAN

 BANGING IN THE SHOWER BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

THE BEST ROOMMATE EVER BY TAYLOR JORDAN

JUST A HINT OF ANAL BY JT HOLLAND

HIGH CLASS SLUT BY RICKIE SHEEN


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ROBBING THE CRADLE

THE DIARY OF A SEXY OLDER WOMAN: VOLUME TWO

HUNTER MONROE

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My pleasure,” Scott said.

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

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

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

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

“Sounds good to me,” Scott said.

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you doing so far?” I asked.

“Fucking great,” Scott replied.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How about another round?” I said.

“That would be awesome,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As it just so happens, I did.

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

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

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

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

“Everything’s great,” I replied.

“So you’re happy with me?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait,” Scott said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely,” Scott said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scott nodded his head emphatically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now bite on it,” I said.

He did, gently trapping my nipple between his teeth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait,” Scott said.

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

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

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

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

Scott nodded emphatically.

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

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

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

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

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

“It would be my pleasure,” Scott said.

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

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

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

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

“I can’t wait,” he said.

Staring back at him, my smile grew wider and I said, “Neither can I.”

And with that,  I grabbed his cock and held it upright and dropped my asshole onto his cock. Scott let out a tortured but pleasure-filled moan as I slowly worked his cock into my anus.

“Do you like that?” I asked, facing completely forward now, showing him only my back. “Do you like having your cock in my ass?”

“I fucking love it,” he said, groaning out the words, barely able to talk.

Enjoying myself immensely, I bounced up and down on his cock, gradually working it into my asshole until it was balls-deep inside of me. Once I’d taken all of his cock in my asshole, I began to ride it, hammering away, my entire weight slamming down onto his body.

After a while, Scott put his hands beneath my ass and held my body in place while he hammered his hips upward, fucking my asshole all by himself. I took the opportunity to slip two fingers into my pussy and bang away while he pounded away at my ass.

Once he had used up all of his energy and fallen still to catch his breath, I slipped his cock out of my ass and scooted my body back a bit then leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. I sucked on it for a bit, cleaning my ass juices off his cock while Scott’s body shuddered in enjoyment beneath me.

“You like, don’t you?” I asked. “You like it when I suck my ass juices off your cock, don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said.

“Good,” I said. “Because I love the taste of my ass. Especially when I’m sucking it off someone’s cock.”

As Scott laughed softly in amazement, I wrapped my lips around his cock again, but this time my goal was to coat it with saliva before slipping it back into my ass.

After Scott’s cock was coated with my saliva, I flipped my body around so I was facing him again, in the traditional cowgirl position.

“Are you ready to fuck my asshole some more?” I asked as I grabbed ahold of his cock and smacked it against my pussy a couple of times.

“Yes please,” he replied.

“So polite,” I said, rising up a bit to make it easier to slide his cock inside of me. “I love it.” 

Holding his cock upright, I dropped my ass onto it, letting it slip into my anus. We both groaned in pleasure and looked directly into each other’s eyes. Then I my hands on his chest for balance and dropped my body onto his cock, taking it all the way down before rising back up, making his cock completely disappear inside my asshole.

I bounced on his cock for a little while, then started moving my hips forward and back, changing up the angle of penetration and keeping Scott on edge.

We were both groaning louder, neither of us in any mood to talk. It was all business now as we both reached towards orgasm.

Wanting to get there before he did, I started rubbing my clit while continuing to work Scott’s cock with my ass. After playing with my clit for half a minute, I was ready to cum. I let out a low, deep groan and my body tensed up before releasing in a rush, sending juices squirting out of my pussy and making me shake and shimmy in relief.

Now that I had cum, Scott was free to finish up too, which he was very close to doing from what I could see.

“Are you almost ready to cum?” I asked him, still riding his cock with my asshole but far more gently now.

He nodded.

“Good,” I said. “Because I want to do something special to you while you do.”

I climbed up and off of Scott’s cock, letting it slip out of my asshole. He let out a groan of disappointment but quickly changed his tune when I slid my body down between his legs and took his hard cock in my mouth.

Maintaining eye contact, I sucked Scott’s cock, cleaning it of my ass juices, my head bouncing up and down on it while my hands worked his balls.

After a bit, I switched things up, taking his balls in my mouth and working his cock with my hand. I alternated between these two positions every couple of seconds, bringing Scott ever closer to orgasm.

“Are you ready for the fun part?” I asked now that he was right on the verge of cumming.

Scott nodded. His eyes were wide with excitement and stress as I kept him right on the edge of orgasm.

Smiling widely, I released both his balls and his cock. Then I slipped my hands under his knees and pushed back on them, tilting his body back, lifting his ass off the floor so his asshole was at the same level as my head.

“Holy shit,” Scott said as he realized what was to come. His voice was filled with excitement and trepidation.

“Hold your legs up for me,” I said.

Scott did as he was told, hooking his arms under his knees and holding his legs in place.

“That’s a good boy,” I said, putting my hands on his asscheeks and spreading them apart.

From there I didn’t waste any time, running my tongue up from the bottom of his asshole to the base of his balls, lapping at him like a kitten drinking milk, exactly like he’d done to me earlier in the evening.

As Scott moaned, I knew I didn’t have much time left before he came, so I turned things up a notch, working his cock with my hand, jerking him off while I made my tongue rigid and pushed my face against Scott’s ass, forcing my tongue into his asshole and tongue-fucking it.

I could tell Scott was barely holding on. He was right on the verge of cumming, but there was once more thing I wanted to do, so I slid my tongue out of his asshole, giving him a moment to recover before the coup de grace.

“It looks like you like that, Scott. Am I right?”

“I fucking love it,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Do you want me to take things a step further?”

“Hell yes,” he said. “But I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Don’t worry about that,” I said. “I’ve already gotten more than I expected out of you. Feel free to cum whenever you want.”

“Are you sure?” Scott asked.

“Positive,” I replied. “You’ve done a great job and have more than earned another night with me. Now it’s your turn to be rewarded.”

The smile of relief on Scott’s face was classic. It made me smile in return.

“Now buckle up, baby,” I said as I stuck my middle finger into my mouth to get it lubed up. “Because here it comes.” 

I popped my finger out of my mouth and rubbed the outside of his asshole with it for a few seconds while he squirmed and moaned in pleasure. A short time later, I set the tip of my finger directly on his asshole and pushed just a hair, not enough for my finger to slip inside him, but pretty damn close.

“Are you ready for this?”

He nodded.

“Are you positive?”

He nodded again, more vigorously this time.

“All right,” I said. “Here it comes.”

I pushed my hand forward and slid my finger into his asshole.

Scott let out a low, guttural groan and his face contorted into a combination of pleasure and discomfort as I worked his asshole slowly with my finger, moving it back and forth, forcing it deeper and deeper inside him with every thrust.

“Holy fucking shit,” Scott said, barely able to speak. I could tell he was within seconds of cumming, so I decided to help him get over the top once and for all.

Bending down, I wrapped my lips around his cock and blew him while continuing to work his asshole. I started slowly at first but quickly picked up speed with both my finger and mouth, knowing there wasn’t much time left.

And I was right. No more than five seconds later, Scott’s body tensed up in preparation of blowing his load. But I didn’t let up one bit, slamming my finger into his asshole and continuing to take his cock deep inside my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Scott groaned. “Here I fucking cum!”

But still I blew him and fingered him, continuing to do so even as the first blast of hot cum shot into my mouth and down my throat. And the second. And the third, fourth, and fifth. I refused to release his cock from my mouth or my finger from his asshole until his cock was completely dry.

Once Scott had finally finished cumming, I let his cock slide out of my mouth and my finger slip out of his asshole. After both were free, I gave him a wink then tilted my head back, swallowing the rest of his cum that hadn’t yet made its down my throat. Then I slipped the finger that had been in his asshole into my mouth and cleaned that off too.

Scott sat there watching me, laughing and shaking his head and shuddering and trying to catch his breath.

“Well, what did you think?” I asked.

“I think you’re one hell of a woman,” he said.

“Thanks, baby,” I replied. “You’re not too bad yourself. You could still use a little work, for sure, but I was pleasantly surprised at how well you held up.”

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly.

“And like I said earlier, you definitely earned yourself another night with me. How does tomorrow sound?”

“Perfect,” he said.

“Great,” I replied, standing up and then helping him to his feet. “Now let’s get cleaned up and get you back home. You need some time to recover. Because tomorrow is going to be even crazier than today was.”

 

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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT IS HOT AND BOTHERED

MISTY ROSE

  

Most men don’t understand the concept of give and take. Of course, there are men out there that need to be in control all the time and can’t deal with being a submissive or even for a couple seconds, but those aren’t the guys I’m talking about. The way I see it they’re hopeless; there’s no reason to even try and fix them.

No, the kind of man I’m talking about is the one who doesn’t mind when I take charge. But even in that case, the man needs to understand that just because I take the initiative doesn’t mean that I want to do all the work all of the time. Ideally we will trade off taking control, not only on a night-to-night basis, but even within the same session. I’ll spend a little time running the show, pushing him around, putting him in the positions that I want him to be in, but at some point he needs to take the reins for a little while too, forcing me to do with he wants.

This give and take is what provides that glorious tension that creates the most memorable fuck sessions. I want a man who’s going to treat me like an equal, and more importantly, one that allows me to treat him like an equal. I don’t want a control freak but I also don’t want a spineless jellyfish. I want a man that’s flexible but also willing to push his boundaries, and mine too. Of course, if he’s hot and has a nice body and big cock, that’s always a big plus. But in the end that’s not completely necessary. At least not for him to become a regular.

One guy that I work well with is Mike. Even though he’s eight years older than me he’s pretty good looking in a rugged sort of way. His body is only so-so, but he’s got a good-sized cock, and he knows how to use it. But most importantly he understands the concept of give and take, letting me have my way for a while but regularly imparting his will. Plus he’s just a cool guy; smart, mellow, self-deprecating, and a good conversationalist with an ironic sense of humor, just like me. While he’s not someone that I could ultimately see myself ending up with, he’s someone that I call when I need a good solid pounding. Like the other night.

 

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After a nice steak dinner at The Palm that included three bottles of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap, we headed back to Mike’s place. Once there I didn’t waste any time getting started. I told him to take a seat on the couch and slipped out of my black dress, leaving me in my black bra and panties and heels. 

“What do you think?” I asked, standing over him.

“I think you’re fucking incredible as always,” Mike said. “And then I think I should ask you what the hell you’re doing here with me instead of someone more attractive but I’m afraid you might answer honestly.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Mike,” I said. “Looks and brains aren’t everything you know.”

“Obviously not,” he said.

We shared a quick laugh.

“Okay, time to get serious,” I said, only half-joking. “Sex isn’t supposed to be fun dammit.”

“You’re right,” he said. “It’s supposed to be hard work.”

“It is if you’re doing it correctly,” I said.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Even though we spoke of being serious, we were both smiling. After all, sex was supposed to be fun and hard work.

I walked up to him and spread his legs apart then stepped forward until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. Leaning forward, my tits pushing down against his chest, I stuck my tongue in his mouth. He put his hands on my hips but I grabbed his wrists and pushed them aside.

“Not yet,” I said, pulling away. “You’ll have your chance later. For now just sit there and relax.”

He didn’t argue, putting his arms by his side and leaving them there.

I pulled off his shirt and kissed his neck then made my way down to his chest, kissing his pecs and licking his nipples. From there I moved down to his navel, kissing his skin as I moved.

Mike let out a little groan as I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze through his pants. Laughing under my breath, enjoying the control I had over him, I moved my head further down until it was at the same level as his groin.

Looking up at him, maintaining eye contact the entire time, I ran my tongue over the length of his cock, which was still trapped behind his pants but pressing stiffly against the material. Then I turned my head, took his bulge between my teeth like a dog with a bone, and bit down hard enough to make him squirm.

Shaking his head, he looked down at me. “You’re one evil little bitch, you know that right?”

“Of course,” I said, flashing him a devilish smile. “That’s what you love about me.”

“It is indeed,” he said, grinning at back at me. “But if you don’t speed things up a little bit I’m going to have to take control.”

“Promises, promises,” I said, enjoying the game just as much as he was.

Before Mike’s little outburst, I was going to free up his cock but instead I decided to mess with him some more. I was curious to see how much I could get away with before he turned the tables on me. 

I climbed up onto the couch and straddled his waist. Flicking my hair to one side, I put my hands on his bare chest and started to grind on his trapped cock, moving slowly back and forth atop it. Even though both our bottom halves were still covered, it wasn’t long before I was soaking through my panties.

I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to the ground, freeing up my breasts.

Mike reached for them but I intercepted his hands before they got there.

“Come on,” he said. “That’s not fair.”

“Nobody ever said life was fair,” I replied, my eyes gleaming with perverse enjoyment. “But if you want my tits that bad, who am I to deny them to you?”

Still holding his hands in my own, I leaned forward, pinning his wrists against the rear cushion of the couch while simultaneously putting my tits in his face.

He went to work immediately, latching onto my right breast and sucking on my nipple.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Get it nice and hard.”

Mike worked my nipple like a champ, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on it, even lightly biting down on it, constantly mixing things up to keep me from getting too comfortable. It didn’t take long at all before my nipple was sticking out like a pencil eraser.

I shifted my body slightly, giving him my other breast. He immediately latched onto the nipple and gave it the same treatment while I continued grinding on his cock.

Once my other nipple was hard, I pulled it out of his mouth, then leaned forward and stuck my tongue in his mouth. We made out for half a minute before I broke it off and slid down his body again, kissing his chest as I made my way down.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet, my body between his legs, my head right above his growing bulge. I undid the top button of his pants and pulled down his zipper, revealing his underwear. His cock was rock-hard behind it, pressing against the material. No surprise, considering how much I’d fucked with him already.

“A little excited, are we?” I said, looking up at him. “Especially considering your cock is still in your pants.”

“I’m surprised it hasn’t poked a hole in the cotton,” he said.

“Give it a little more time and maybe it will.”

“Any more time and I’ll explode before it even comes out.”

“Oh, I seriously doubt that,” I said. “I’ve put you through worse than this before and you’ve never had that problem.”

He glared at me for calling his bluff but didn’t say anything.

“No,” I said, “I think I’ll mess with you some more. I’m having too much fun to stop.”

Before Mike could reply, I grabbed his cock, which was still behind his briefs, and gave it a good squeeze. He breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened in surprise.

Smiling, I dropped his pants down around his ankles, leaving his underwear on. But I left his cock alone, lifting my body up and licking his stomach again, taunting him, torturing him, knowing that he liked being messed with just as much as I liked messing with him. Especially when he knew he would have a chance to flip things around later.

I ran my hands up Mike’s body and played with his nipples. My head was close behind, licking and kissing him as I made my way up his chest, my tits pressing against his cock.

I flicked his nipple with my tongue, sucked on it for a moment, and even gave it a little bite, eliciting from him a sharp gasp. Then I started to slowly making my way back down his body, dropping all the way to my knees and once again grabbing his cock through his underwear.

Staring up at him, still not releasing his cock from his briefs, I played with it, licking it through the material, rubbing it between my fingers, and rolling it against his leg.

Mike took a deep breath and let it out slowly, barely clinging onto his composure. Seeing him struggle like that turned me on immensely, but I also knew that if I wanted to keep messing with him I needed to start making a little more progress. Holding back too much would just cause him to take control. And I didn’t want that. Not yet, at least. I was enjoying myself too much.

With this in mind, I finally pulled Mike’s underwear off, freeing up his cock, causing him to literally moan with relief. Unsurprisingly, his cock was rock hard and sticking straight up.

“Oh, is that better?” I asked, my tone full of over-the-top mock sincerity.

He didn’t bother to answer, choosing to just glare at me instead.

Laughing softly, amazed with what Mike was letting me get away with, I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand while my other cupped his balls. Holding his cock tight, I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his cock a couple of times before taking the head in my mouth.

I sucked on the head of his cock in short quick strokes, still holding the skin of his shaft tight to increase the stimulation. Once I started to feel him getting anxious, I released my grip on his cock and dropped my head further down, taking half of it in my mouth and holding it there for a couple seconds before lifting back up. His cock was glistening with my saliva as I again gripped the base of it with my hand, this time jerking him off.

I dropped my head down a little bit and ran my tongue over his sack a couple of times before taking one of his balls in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I sucked on one of his balls, bouncing it around in my mouth then closing my lips around it and pulling on it, stretching out his sack. I switched over to his other testicle and gave it the same treatment before taking them both in my mouth and gargling on them.

“Holy shit that feels fucking good,” Mike said, staring down at me as I worked.

I caught his gaze and smiled as best I could with his balls in my mouth. I put a little extra pressure on them, causing him to squirm a bit, then released my hold on his balls and went back to work on his cock. Pressing it up against his stomach, I ran my tongue up the length of it, starting at the base and finishing at the tip.

Staring up at Mike, maintaining eye contact, I pulled his cock towards me. I slapped the head of it against my cheek a couple times, then slid it back into my mouth. I dropped my head down, taking his entire cock into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before lifting my head up.

“Goddamn you’re good at that,” he said.

“I should be,” I said. “I’ve had lots of practice sucking cock. Not as much as you, though.”

“Very funny,” Mike said, trying to act like he wasn’t amused. But his little smile told a different story.

“Come on, I’m hilarious,” I said as I smacked his cock against one my tits, moving from one to the other.

“You’re a regular comedian,” he said. “Now put your mouth to good use and stick my cock back into it.”

“Hey, watch your tongue,” I said, giving him a sharp smack on the inside of the thigh.

He jumped out of his seat and grunted in shock but his smile was still intact. I’d reacted just how he’d expected me to, no doubt exactly how he wanted me to.

“Just for that I’m going to mess with you some more,” I said.

He moaned in mock consternation but didn’t object. It was all part of the game.

I gathered up some of the saliva leftover from sucking his cock, then tilted my chin towards my chest and let the saliva drip from my mouth. It landed on my chest, in the channel between my tits. I gathered up more saliva and spit it on his cock, using my fingers to spread it around. Then I stuck his cock between my tits.

Looking up at him, I grabbed the outside of my tits and pressed inward with them, squeezing his cock tight to keep it in place. I tossed my hair back with a flip of my head, then started bouncing up and down, titty-fucking him.

Mike groaned and leaned back, tilting his head towards the ceiling for a moment before bringing his eyes back down to watch. He loved getting titty-fucked. It was a foolproof way to bring him to orgasm quickly. Which is why I was doing it to him. I knew he didn’t want to cum, not yet. And I didn’t want him to cum yet either. But I did want to torture him, and the best way to do that was to take him right to the edge and force him to use all his strength to keep from cumming.

To this end, I squeezed my tits even tighter together and started bouncing on him more aggressively. I tilted my chin down and stuck out my tongue, making contact with the tip of his cock when it snuck out from between my tits.

He groaned more loudly and bit down on his bottom lip and sat a little bit higher up. I could tell from his body language that he was rapidly approaching orgasm. If things didn’t change, he would be there within seconds. He knew it, and I knew it. But more importantly, he knew that I knew it. Which gave me all the control.

Cursing under his breath, Mike quickly pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits before he blew his load. But I wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

Before he had a chance to recover completely, I grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into my mouth. I ran my hand down under his sack and played with his balls while I sucked his cock, moving up and down quickly, taking it deep into my mouth with every thrust. Saliva dripped from my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts.

I pulled my head off his cock for a moment to catch my breath. He was looking down at me with a little smile on his face, proud of himself that he had conquered his urge to cum.

I took this as a challenge to get him right back to where he’d been just moments before. I flashed him a wink, then wrap my lips around his cock once again.

This time when I dropped my head down, I didn’t stop until I had swallowed his entire cock. Once I’d taken the whole thing in my mouth, I held it there, his cock deep in my throat, my nose pressing up against his flesh just below his stomach.

Still holding my head in place, I flicked my tongue out and licked his sack. He shuddered but I stayed locked onto his cock, deepthroating him for a full 10 seconds before finally pulling off. The tip of his cock was white from lack of circulation and it was shining in the light it has so much saliva covering it.

I took a couple of deep breaths, then prepared to deepthroat him again. But before I could get my lips around his cock and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, keeping me from making contact with it.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You don’t like it when I deepthroat you?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he said. “It’s that I like it too much.”

“So you don’t want to cum in my mouth while I’m sucking your cock?”

“Oh, I definitely want to cum in your mouth,” Mike said. “Just not yet.”

He stood up, lifting me up with him. Once we were both standing, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around and threw me down on the couch.

“Now it’s my turn to mess with you,” he said, standing over me. He stepped out of his pants then grabbed my panties and slid them off.

Giggling, I hooked my arms under my knees and spread my legs, opening myself up to him.

Mike dropped to his knees and slid two fingers inside my wet pussy.

My legs threatened to buckle from the initial pleasure, but I held them open and the feeling soon passed. But the enjoyment was just beginning.

Mike was an expert at finger-fucking, which is something I don’t understand why more men don’t embrace. After all, it was a fail-safe way to get a girl off without any of the danger of early ejaculation. Men could bang away for literally hours on end, giving their women multiple orgasms without having to worry about cumming too soon. Not only did it take away all the pressure off the man, it pretty much guaranteed that the woman was completely satisfied before they stuck their dick in her. Which meant he didn’t have to worry about lasting long enough to get her off, since she’d already cum.

Oh well, even if most men didn’t understand, at least Mike did. That was all that really mattered at the moment.

He started slowly, moving his hand back and forth in long, patient thrusts, his fingers going deep inside me, then backing out until they almost exited my pussy before sliding back in again.

Mike gradually began to pick up steam, moving his hand back and forth more quickly while still maintaining a perfect rhythm. My moans were increasing in intensity right along with his speed. 

He grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder. He moved in closer to me until his chest was pressing against the inside of my thigh, altering the angle of penetration just a bit, then slipped a third finger inside of my pussy.

I let out a little yelp of surprise, then lifted my hips to give myself more leverage so I could buck against him as he worked his fingers deeper and deeper inside me.

My chest was heaving and inarticulate sounds were coming from my throat as he hammered away at me, his fingers going deep inside my pussy while pushing up against the side walls of my vagina.

The pressure was nearly unbearable. And then he curled the tips of his fingers and went to work on my G-Spot. Then it was unbearable.

I came almost instantly, a piercing yelp escaping from my throat and my body shaking and shimmying as my pussy drenching his hand with juices. But he didn’t let up one bit; in fact, my orgasm just seemed to fuel Mike further.

He went after me even more aggressively after I came, giving me everything he had, his fingers hammering in and out of my pussy, which was now wetter than ever.

My entire body was on fire and I could barely breathe. I tried to pull away from Mike but he was having none of it. He grabbed my legs tight and held them against his body while continuing to slam his fingers inside me.

“I can’t take anymore,” I said, barely able to get the words out of my mouth.

“Yes you can,” Mike said. “You’re a big girl.”

“No I can’t,” I said, unsuccessfully trying to squirm away once again. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give me your cock.”

“Not yet,” he said. “I need to finish you off first.”

“I’m done,” I said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I’m so done.”

“No you’re not,” he said. “You’re not done until I say you’re done. Now shut up and take it. The more you complain the longer I’m going to go.”

I let out a shuddering groan but didn’t say anything else. At this point, my best hope was just to ride it out as best I could. I closed my eyes and just tried to go with the flow.


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