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DEPRAVED EROTICA 16

8 HARDCORE TALES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Taylor Jordan

Rickie Sheen

Dirk Rockwell

Scotty Diggler

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, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, threesome, lesbian, anal sex, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR BY JT HOLLAND

DIRTY LITTLE SPINNER BY TAYLOR JORDAN

DRESSED TO KILL BY RICKIE SHEEN

A PAIR OF DIRTY SLUTS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

NOT AS INNOCENT AS SHE LOOKS BY JT HOLLAND

POUNDING THE GIRL BY RICKIE SHEEN

BANGING THE NEIGHBOR BY DIRK ROCKWELL

MY NAUGHTY BABES: EVELYN BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR

JT HOLLAND

 

Let me tell you about my barely legal neighbor. Her name is Kelly and she’s nineteen years old. Although not the hottest girl in the world, Kelly is extremely cute, with big brown eyes, long brown hair, and a tiny, incredibly tight body. Standing at just a shade over 5’8” and checking in at right around 120 pounds, she’s skinny but athletic, with well-defined muscles and a washboard stomach and thin but toned legs.

But where she really shines is her attitude. Upon first seeing her, Kelly appears like she’s going to be petite and demure, even a bit shy, but it quickly becomes apparent that she’s wickedly smart and armed with a black sense of humor. Plus she had absolutely no qualms about speaking her mind, something that I adore in people, especially women.

And in the bedroom? Let’s just say that she knows her way around. She’s up for anything, often instigating our more adventurous sessions and never turning down a request of mine, no matter how perverted.

Kelly is a true slut, in the best sense of the word. And even though she’s almost three years younger than me, she has the experience and attitude of a much older woman, making me feel like the younger man, something that doesn’t bother me at all.

We hooked up for the first time six months ago. We didn’t get super-freaky that afternoon but considering we’d only known each other for a few minutes before hopping into bed, I wasn’t complaining. After all, how often is it that you meet a girl while jogging and end up fucking her less than five minutes later? Not often. But that’s exactly what happened.

 

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I was on my way back to my house after a three mile run and she was just getting home. She parked her car against the curb and exited the driver’s side just as I got to her driveway. I glanced up at her, saw that she was a cutie, and kept right on looking, even as she returned my stare. In fact, she was checking me out just as intensely as I was checking her out. More so, actually.

“You like what you see?” she asked. She was glaring at me with eyes that were harsh but held an undercurrent of playfulness and one side of her mouth was turned up in a little smirk.

I stopped in front of her. We were about five feet away. I was already done with my run, so I figured I might as well do a little bit of flirting, not expecting it to end up anywhere. I looked her up and down, just as she had done to me. She was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans and t-shirt. Nothing too revealing but she wore them well.

“That depends,” I said. “Do you?”

She shrugged. “You’re the best looking boy I’ve seen in a while.”

I laughed softly. “Well thanks, I guess. I believe I can honestly say the same thing about you. Except substitute girl for boy, of course.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, speaking casually. “So do you want to come in and fuck?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, a little smile masking my disbelief.

“What? Did I stutter?” she said.

“No, I guess you didn’t.”

“Well then, what do you say? You like what you see and so do I. No sense beating around the bush. We might as well get on with things and see what comes of it.”

I considered her offer, trying to figure out if she was just messing with me. I’m generally considered a pretty good-looking guy, even having done a little modeling for an underwear company back in my earlier years, and I was used to getting hit on. But not like this. Never like this.

“You’re serious?” I asked, just to make sure.

“Absolutely,” she replied.

I pretended to think about it for a moment, but in reality, there was nothing to think about. She was a cute girl, and undoubtedly experienced, based on the way she was acting. Plus her forwardness could only mean good things in the bedroom.

“Sure,” I said. “What the fuck.”

“Great,” she said, turning and heading up the front walk. “Then follow me.”

So I did.

She unlocked the door and held it open for me. “By the way,” she said. “My name is Kelly.”

“I’m Clay,” I replied, walking past her and into the living room. It was a decent enough place, fairly well furnished. I idly wondered if Kelly lived alone. Not that it mattered too much at this point.

“Nice to meet you, Clay,” Kelly said, closing the door behind us.

She took my hand and led me across the living room. My eyes were on her ass the entire time as it worked beneath her jeans. It was tight and tiny, exactly how I liked them.

We went through the first door on the right. It was a sparse bedroom, consisting of a television, a couple of bookshelves, a king-sized bed and not much else.

I closed the door behind us and when I turned around, Kelly was already on her knees, her hands pulling down my flimsy running shorts and briefs I wore underneath.

“Okay, then,” I said, caught off-guard but not complaining in the least. “I guess it’s going to be like that.”

“Yes it is,” Kelly said right before she took my cock in her mouth.

My cock was already chubby from anticipation and it quickly grew hard as Kelly worked it inside her mouth, licking and sucking on it like she’d done this a thousand times before. And maybe she had. I had no idea. But again, I wasn’t complaining.

Shortly after my cock was hard, Kelly stood up and starting taking off her clothes without any pretense. I followed suit, stripping my shirt off and slipping out of my socks and shoes.

Once we were both naked, she spun me around so my back was facing the bed, then gave me a little shove, pushing me down onto the covers, falling on top of me as I came crashing down.

Before we had even stopped bouncing, Kelly was climbing on top of me, one leg on each side of me, straddling me. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue into my mouth and started slowly grinding on my cock.

It wasn’t long before she began to pick up the pace, breaking off the kiss and leaning back until she was sitting straight up. With my hands on her waist, she worked my cock in and out of her pussy, moving her body back and forth, then in a circular motion, then bouncing up and down on it, mixing things up, keeping me from getting too comfortable.

I ran my hands up her washboard stomach and grabbed ahold of her small but incredibly perky tits. I played with her nipples, rubbing and flicking and lightly squeezing them until they were hard.

Staring down at me, Kelly’s face was a mask of concentration, her eyes totally focused and her jaw set tight. Her breath was coming more quickly now and she was slamming down onto my body with more and more force. Both of us were covered in sweat and the room smelled like sex.

She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and used the newfound leverage to drop her ass onto my cock even more aggressively.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Your cock feels so fucking good in my pussy.”

She hammered down on me a couple more times then climbed off my cock and slid her body down the bed until her head was poised directly between my legs.

Staring directly at me, she ran her tongue up and down my cock, licking it clean of her juices. With her eyes still locked on mine, she said, “I love the taste of my pussy. Do you like it when I lick my pussy juices off of your cock?”

I nodded, unsure of whether I could even speak at that point.

Sensing my trepidation, Kelly laughed, then took my cock in her mouth and started to blow me proper, bouncing her head up and down on it a few times before taking it halfway down and holding it there.

A couple seconds later she pulled her head off. Gripping my cock in her hand, she jerked me off, still maintaining eye contact.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked.

“I fucking love it,” I said, finding my voice.

“It makes you want to come all over me, doesn’t it?” she said.

“Yes it does,” I replied.

Smiling, she said, “Maybe in a little while. But first I need your hard cock inside me again.” She released her hold on my cock and turned around.

Climbing onto her hands and knees, she stuck her ass up in the air. Then she turned her upper body so she was looking back at me as I sat there, staring at her.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

“Very much so,” I said.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?”

I didn’t have a good answer, so I climbed to my knees and slid my body in behind hers. I grabbed ahold of my cock and slipped it into her dripping wet pussy.

It slid in easily, like dipping into it pool of warm oil. It felt so good that I was afraid of giving her too much of my cock for fear that I wouldn’t last very long inside her if I did. But she refused to take things slow, working her ass back into me, moving it back and forth, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam.

It wasn’t long before she was bouncing her ass back against me hard enough that I was losing my balance. I grabbed ahold of her hips and started moving forward as she moved back, our bodies meeting in the middle. It started off as a way to counteract her gyrations but we quickly settled into a nice rhythm.  

We continued on like this, our bodies working in perfect synch, slamming together with just the right amount of force to maximize the pleasure. Her breath was growing more rapid, as was mine, along with the rising pitch of the moans and groans coming from our mouths.

I grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and spread her ass apart and started slamming my cock into her more aggressively, giving it to her balls deep, our bodies smacking up against each other with a wet sound.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Just like that. Just like that.”

Kelly shifted her body, lifting her chin and arching her back a little further. She shook her head back and forth a couple of times, causing her hair to spill down her back. It beckoned me, just lying there, begging to get pulled.

Kelly turned her head and looked back at me, and somehow knew exactly what I was thinking. Between moaning breaths, she said, “Go ahead. Do it. Pull my fucking hair.”

So I did, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a yank. Her head tilted further back and her spine arched even more, revealing her vertebrae and sharp shoulder blades and back muscles.

This drove me crazy with lust, and I started hammering my cock into her even more aggressively.

“Holy fuck,” she said, her voice rising in tone and intensity. “Just like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop! I’m going to fucking cum!”

And Kelly was as good as her word, tightening up for just a moment before unleashing a wordless scream as her entire body shimmied and shook while I continued pounding away at her.

Once her orgasm had passed, she pulled herself off me. Before I had a chance to move, she’d spun around and wrapped her lips around my cock .

Maintaining the same intensity from earlier, she started to blow me, moving her head back and forth while I looked down at her. Kelly worked my cock like a champ, jerking me off while she sucked on the tip, constantly varying the speed and pressure and depth, keeping me on my toes.

One of her hands slid down to my ballsack and gave it a squeeze while she continued to blow me. After a particularly intense series of maneuvers, she took my cock three quarters of the way down, and held it there for a few seconds while she continued massaging my balls.

I let out a soft moan and quickly pulled away before it was too late.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, looking up at me with you a little grin on her face. “You don’t want to cum all over me?”

“Of course I do,” I said. “Just not quite yet. First I want to eat your pussy.”

She flashed me a mock disappointed look. “Well, I guess if you insist . . .” she said.

“Oh I do,” I said. “I most definitely do.”

I climbed off the bed, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her towards me. Giggling, Kelly scooted her backside along the blankets. Once her hips were poised right at the edge of the bed, I spread her legs apart, opening her up, and dropped to my knees. I shot her a quick glance, then buried my face in her shaved, sopping wet, perfect little pussy.

I started working it with my tongue, lapping at her pussy from the bottom to the top like a kitten drinking milk. As Kelly made high-pitched pleasurable sounds, I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy and started exploring.

Based on the sounds coming from her mouth she was enjoying it immensely. I was too, totally digging the control I had over her while I was down there, not to mention the smell, the taste, and the smoothness of her insides.

I glanced up at her face and saw her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Smiling, I got my fingers into the mix, sliding them into her pussy while I moved my tongue up and dug it into her clit.

This set Kelly off again, her eyes opening wide and a string of obscenities pouring from her mouth. As her body bucked back and forth, she screamed, “Holy fucking shit! Right there, right fucking there!”

A few seconds later she came again, her body quivering while her pussy drenched my fingers and my mouth with its juices.

Feeling my own orgasm creeping ever closer, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and pulled my tongue away from her clit and climbed to my feet.

“You’re really fucking good at that,” Kelly said, her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes brimming with excitement.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m glad I got a chance to show you what I can do.”

“So am I,” she said. “So am I. Now stick your cock back into me and fuck me until you’re ready to come all over me, understand?”

“If you insist,” I said, matching her tone of mock disappointment from earlier.

Laughing, she threw her legs open, grabbed ahold of my cock, and slid it into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever and it engulfed my cock immediately.

I tried to take things slow but she was so wet that it was impossible. So I didn’t worry about trying to make it last as long as possible, and just went with the flow, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, giving it to her balls deep every time.

Kelly threw her legs over my shoulders, lifting her ass up off the bed a little bit, giving me a better angle to work with and allowing my cock deeper inside her.

Leaning forward, my palms on the bed, elbows locked out, I pummeled her with everything I had, hammering away at her pussy while she moaned in pleasure beneath me.

She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and lifted her head up a little bit. “Are you ready to come yet?” she asked.

“Almost,” I replied.

“Make sure you tell me when,” she said. “I want your hot cum all over me.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” I said.

I pumped my cock into her a few more times then said, “Holy fuck here I cum,” and quickly slid my cock out of her pussy.

Kelly climbed off the bed and dropped down to her knees on the ground in front of me. She grabbed the base of my cock in her hand and took the tip in her mouth. Holding the skin of my shaft tight with her hand, she sucked on the head of my cock, her mouth acting like a siphon, drawing my cum from me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said under my breath as my body took the final steps towards orgasm.

Maintaining eye contact the entire time, Kelly continued sucking my cock right up until the moment my sperm was going to start shooting out of it. Only then did she pull her mouth off my cock and jerk me off, sending white spurts of cum all over her chest.

I spasmed four times before falling still.

Kelly’s tits were covered in my sperm. It was dripping down her chest and onto her stomach. Smiling up at me, she took my cock in her mouth one last time, sucking on the tip to extract every last bit of cum from me before rising to her feet and falling back onto the bed.

I fell down next to her. Both our backs were on the covers and our eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, adding, “If a little bit unadventurous.”

“I’ve known you for all of thirty minutes,” I said. “You can’t expect people to get too crazy on each in that short of a time.”

“I guess not,” she said. “But next time, we’ll have no excuses.”

“None at all,” I said, flashing her a smile. “None. At. All.”

 

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DIRTY LITTLE SPINNER

TAYLOR JORDAN

 

Stacy Barnett parks her Mazda RX-7 in front of Josh Carroll’s house and walks towards his front door.

It’s their first date. Stacy has thought Josh was cute for quite some time but figured he wasn’t her type of guy. She likes her guys rough and tumble and perverted. And Josh didn’t seem like that at all. He was cute enough, sexy even, but he was extremely quiet and came off as a bit of an antisocial, loner type.

But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. He was just shy. As it turns out, one of Stacy’s coworkers has a friend that went to college with Josh, and word is, once he gets comfortable around someone, he’s quite the party animal. And perverted as hell. A real freak in bed.

Once Stacy found that out, she marched over to his office and asked him out.

She had no problems taking the lead; in fact, it was precisely her style. And if she had to take control in bed too, she had no problem with that either. In fact, she got off on that sort of thing.

As she knocks on Josh’s door, she decides to start things off with a bang. Literally. There was no reason to wait until after the date to make a move; the date part was all pretext anyway. Might as well get right to the heart of the matter.

Josh opens the door and greets Stacy and invites her in. As soon as she enters, she turns around just inside the door, and immediately drops to her knees. Josh closes the door behind him, locks it, and turns around. His eyes go wide as he sees her looking up at him with big, blue, needy eyes and hands that are already undoing his belt.

“What are you doing?” Josh asks. But his eyes are sparkling and he’s looking at Stacy with good humor. He’s clearly enjoying this turn of events.

“Skipping the appetizers and going straight to the main course,” Stacy says as she finishes undoing his belt then unbuttons his fly and pulls his pants—boxers and all—to the ground.

Josh has a pretty good sized cock, not enormous but by no means small. And it’s sticking straight out, as hard as a board.

“Not bad,” Stacy says, “Not bad at all.”

“Why thank you,” Josh replies, still smiling.

“What I really want to know is if you know what to do with it?” she says.

“The real question is; do you?”

Instead of answering, Stacy goes right to work.

She slips his cock into her mouth and sucks on it until it’s hard, then rises to her feet. Turning around so her back is to Josh, Stacy slips out of her black dress, leaving her in only a black G-string and heels. Smiling over her shoulder at him, she walks forward until she’s standing near the wall.

Once there, Stacy leans over at the waist, her hands on the wall to help her balance, her legs straight, muscles taut, her ass sticking out.

She flashes another looks over her shoulder at Josh, then slaps her ass cheek. Giggling, she slaps it again. Still looking back at him, she hooks her fingers under her panties and pulls on them, bending over with her legs still straight as she slides them off.

Completely bent over at the waist, Stacy looks at Josh from between her legs and beckons him over. As he makes his way towards her, she straightens up, then reaches back and grabs one ass cheek with each hand and spreads them wide, opening her ass up to him.

Josh drops to his knees and buries his face between her cheeks.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Stacy says as Josh goes to work on her pussy, running his tongue up it,  licking it like there’s no tomorrow.

Stacy releases her ass cheeks and grabs two handfuls of Josh’s hair. She pulls him towards her, smashing his face against her flesh. She holds him there, smothering him with her ass, his tongue buried deep in her pussy and his nose pressing up against her asshole.

Stacy can feel Josh struggling to breath but she holds him in place for a full 10 seconds before letting him go. His head snaps back and he gasps for breath.

“Do you like that?” she asks, looking back at him. “Do you like it when I smother you with my ass?”

Josh nods his head vigorously. His smile is threatening to split his face in half.

“Yeah, I thought you might.”

Stacy grabs ahold of Josh’s head once again and pull his face towards her. But this time she drops her ass a little bit lower, so his tongue is directly in line with her asshole.

Josh knows exactly what she wants and he obliges, running his tongue in circles over her asshole before plunging the tip of it inside her anus.

“There you go,” she says, grinding her ass against his face. “Lick my dirty shithole, you filthy little bastard.”

Apparently her dirty talking turns Josh on, as he starts to go after her asshole with more energy.

“Holy fuck, that feels so fucking good,” she says. His tongue is deep in her asshole as he struggles for breath beneath her.

Eventually Stacy lets him go, heaving and gasping.

“Not bad,” she says, looking down at him over her shoulder. “Not bad at all. But now I want your hard cock inside me.”

Still grasping Josh’s hair, Stacy uses it to pull him to his feet. He pushes his body up against hers, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass.

Stacy reaches back and grabs ahold of his cock and smacks it against her ass cheek a few times before slipping it into her soaking wet pussy.

They both let out little groans of pleasure as Josh enters Stacy. He tries to take things slow, but she don’t let him, bouncing her ass back against him with so much force that he almost loses his balance.

“Come on big boy,” she says, taunting him just a little bit. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me like you mean it.”

Josh obliges, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back towards him as he fucks her from behind. He hammers away at her pussy, giving her his cock balls-deep, his hips slamming against her ass with every thrust as he grunts like an animal.

Stacy is loving Josh’s newfound intensity, but still she needs more. And over the years she’s learned that the easiest way to get that from a man is to appeal to his ego.

“Is that all you got?” she asks, turning her head to look back at him. “Come on, you can fuck me harder than that.”

Josh takes the bait, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her upper body against the wall, smashing her tits against it. Stacy turns her face sideways and plants one palm against the wall on either side of her head to balance herself as he pummels her from behind.

“Is this what you want?” Josh snarls, leaning in so his mouth is right next to her ear. “Do you want me to shove you up against the wall and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow?”

Gasping, Stacy nods her head.

“Fine,” Josh says. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

He puts his open palm against the side of her face and pushes on it, holding her head against the wall.

“What about this?” he asks, still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you like this too?”

“I fucking love it,” Stacy says, spitting the words out between deep breaths. She can barely talk she’s so turned on. “Give me everything you’ve got. I can take it.”

Grinning like a madman, Josh spreads his legs and starts pounding away at her like never before. With his right hand he smacks her ass while still holding her face against the wall with his left.

“Smack me again,” Stacy growls. “Treat me like the dirty little slut that I am. Pummel me! Break me in fucking half!”

So Josh does, spanking her ass repeatedly, the sounds filling the room like gunshots. His left hand creeps down her face a little bit and he slides three fingers into her open mouth.

Staring right at Stacy, his face a mask of concentration, Josh pulls down on her jaw while slamming his cock deep into her pussy.

All the rough stuff has Stacy ready to burst. But she needs something to get herself over the top. So while Josh fucks the shit out of her and slaps her ass and fills up her mouth with his fingers, Stacy slides her hand down and starts aggressively rubbing at her clit.

With all the different stimuli, it isn’t long before Stacy cums, the orgasm passing through her system quickly but intensely while Josh continues doing his thing, oblivious to what just happened.

But despite his obliviousness to her recent orgasm, he’s obviously having a blast. In fact, Stacy can see from the look on his face that he’s fighting an orgasm. She’s not through with him yet, however, so she shifts her hips forward and forces his cock to slide out of her pussy.

Before Josh can complain, Stacy quickly drops to her knees and turns around to face him, her back now towards the wall but not pressing against it. Before he can say a word, she uses her tongue to clean her juices off of his cock.

“I love the taste of my pussy juices,” she says in between licks, staring up at him the entire time. “Especially when I’m licking them off a man’s hard cock.”

Josh barks a harsh laugh and shakes his head, smiling all the while. He’s clearly enjoying Stacy’s slutty side.

Once Josh’s cock is clean, Stacy wraps her lips around the tip and starts to suck on just the head. Still maintaining eye contact, she works the tip of his cock with her mouth while her hand works his shaft.

“Do you like that?” she asks, pulling her mouth off his cock for just a moment. “Do you like it when I suck your cock after you’ve been fucking me?”

“I fucking love it,” Josh says.

“Well that’s good,” Stacy says. “Because so do I.”

She takes his cock in her mouth again and starts to blow him proper, taking him three-quarters of the way down with every pump.

After bobbing on Josh’s cock for a while, Stacy pulls back and takes a deep breath. Then she put her arms behind her back and hooks her hands together.

“I want you to fuck my face,” she says, looking up at him. “I want you to pretend that my mouth is my pussy and fuck the shit out of it. Can you do that for me, tough guy?”

With one side of his mouth turned up in a little smile, Josh nods.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Stacy says. She opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out.

Shaking his head softly from side to side as though he can’t believe his luck, Josh grabs ahold of his cock, steps forward, and slides it directly into Stacy’s mouth.

Josh doesn’t waste any time at all, pummeling Stacy’s mouth with his cock right from the get-go. With his hands on her head to control her, he slams his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her to gag repeatedly and drip spittle down her chin and onto the floor.

“You like this shit don’t you?” Josh says. “You like being controlled, being forced to do things and having no say in it.”

Stacy nods as best she can while Josh continues fucking her mouth.

“You are such a dirty fucking little whore,” Josh says, his tone filled with wonder. “You truly can’t get enough, can you?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, jamming his cock as far as he can into Stacy’s mouth, forcing her to deepthroat him.

Josh holds his cock there, deep in Stacy’s throat, with his hands on the back of her head, keeping her in place, for a full ten seconds before finally releasing her.

Stacy’s head flies back and she gasps for air, coughing and gagging but still smiling. The tears leaking from her eyes is causing the mascara to run down her cheeks, towards her chin, turning Josh on like crazy.

“You want more, don’t you?” he says, smiling like a demon.

“I want all you’ve got,” Stacy replies.

Laughing, Josh gives her a smack across the cheek.

“Like that?” he says.

“Exactly like that,” Stacy says.

Josh smacks her again, harder this time.

Stacy lets out a yelp but her smile grows wider and she starts playing with her pussy to help herself deal with her growing excitement.

Josh’s excitement is growing too, and after a few more smacks he pushes Stacy backwards so the back of her head is against the wall. Grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her head in place, he orders her to open her mouth wide.

After she does, he slides his cock into her mouth, shoving it more than halfway in and then thrusting his hips back and forth, face-fucking her.

As Stacy gags and makes slurping, choking sounds, Josh pummels her face, giving her everything he has, then slams his cock deep in her throat once again and holds it there.

After ten seconds, Stacy tries to turn her head away to catch her breath but Josh doesn’t let her.

“No, no, no,” he says. “You’re not done yet, slut. Not until I say so.”

A few seconds later, Stacy gags and a torrent of saliva runs out of her mouth and onto the floor. She tries to move away again but Josh isn’t done yet.

“Just a little bit more,” he says.

Stacy obliges, calming herself while Josh holds his cock deep inside her throat. A few seconds later he finally backs away, letting his cock slip out of her mouth.

Gagging, she takes a moment to catch her breath, then starts working herself further beneath him. While he stands over her, looking down, Stacy takes one of his balls in her mouth and pulls down on it.

“Holy shit,” Josh says, staring down at her.

Stacy pops his testicle out of her mouth and starts sucking on the other one, while Josh moans and groans above her.

After a bit, she grabs his sack and pinches it off, creating a little pocket with his balls on the inside. Josh lets out a little grunt, then sucks air into his lungs as she takes both balls into her mouth at the same time.

“Jesus Christ,” Josh says, grimacing a bit at the force in which Stacy is sucking on his balls.

Feeling a little bad for him—like most men, he can’t even come close to taking what he can dish out—Stacy reaches up and starts jerking him off while relaxing a little bit on the amount of suction she’s applying to his balls.

This seems to do the trick for Josh. Stacy has hit on the perfect amount of pleasure and pain for him, taking him right to the brink of orgasm in a flash.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, which Stacy recognizes as man-code for I’m going to cum. She quickly releases his balls and scoots back, then rises on her legs so her head is directly in front his cock, right at the same level.

“Are you ready to burst?” she says.

Josh nods.

“Cum on my face, baby,” Stacy says. “Can you do that for me?”

Josh nods again.

Rising up a bit, Stacy takes the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucks on it greedily while jerking his shaft with her hand at the same time. Maintaining eye contact with Josh, she works his cock knowingly, reading his eyes and body for the exact moment when he’s going to shoot his load.

And then he’s there, grimacing and tensing up for a moment before bucking.

Stacy pops the head of his cock from her mouth at the perfect time, just as he starts to cum, and takes his blasts of sperm right in her face.

By the time Josh is done, her chin and cheeks and forehead are covered.

“My god,” Josh says, shivering in pleasure. “You truly are one filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

“You better believe it,” she says, smiling with her face covered in his cum.

“So what happens now?” Josh asks.

“Now we get cleaned up and go on that date,” Stacy says, standing up.

“And then?”

“And then we come back here and get real freaky.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Josh says, grinning widely.

“Yeah, I thought you might like that,” Stacy says as she grabs his hand and leads him towards the bathroom. “I thought you might indeed.”

 

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DRESSED TO KILL

ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME FOUR

RICKIE SHEEN

  

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; escorts are the only way to fuck. No pain, no hassle, no worry. You want to get laid? A couple hundred bucks and a phone call you’re good to go. An hour later of doing whatever you want, no matter how nasty or depraved it is, and they walk out the door, never to return unless you want them to. No arguments, no messy breakups, no worrying about who’s going to contact who, no wondering about when you’re going to see each other again, or whether or not your friends are going to get along with her. In short, no stress. At all. Just partying and fucking, with a different girl every time, each just as hot as the last, each tailored exactly to your specifications; looks, hair color, breast size, height, body type, attitude, nastiness. It’s all right there at your fingertips. A smorgasbord of choices. Mix and match to fit your mood, then order up and let it fly. Drive-through sex, with hot chicks who love to fuck (or are at least good enough at faking it that you can’t tell the difference) with no attachments, emotional or otherwise. What more could you ask for? Nothing, says I. But of course I am to quick to admit I’m not like most other people. The way I see it, emotions are more hassle than they’re worth. Allowing yourself to get attached to another person is just begging to get hurt. And there’s not enough time in this life for that sort of thing. Give me pleasures of the flesh instead of relationships any day of the week. Especially if I can pick my own poison. After all, some days you feel like one thing, other days something entirely different. Like today, for example. I was stuck traveling with my immediate supervisor for the last two days, forced to listen to this pompous moron telling me what to do all day even though he’s completely clueless and pathetic. Shit like that pisses me off, as I’m sure it does you. But while you are forced to go to a bar and complain to a bartender all night while throwing down jack and cokes and waiting until the wee hours hoping that some average-looking drunk chick is desperate enough to go home with you, hoping you might be able to get a little blowjob or fuck her in the missionary position for a few minutes while worrying about whether or not it’s going to burn while you piss tomorrow because this random skank had some disease, I have no such worries. I’m going to get a hotel room, call my magical number, tell the familiar voice on the other line that I want the nastiest little spinner available for a night of absolutely anything goes, no-holds barred wanton depravity and then I’m going to proceed to take out my frustrations by fucking the shit out of her every which way but Sunday for as long as I can and in whatever way I choose. Now tell me which plan sounds better to you. Yeah, that’s what I thought.

 

#

 

I’ve gone through three-quarters of my twelve pack of Killians in 45 minutes when there’s a knock on the door. I dust off the last of my bottle and drop it in the trash then head over to the other side of the room. I look through the peephole to size up what I have to look forward to. I have to admit my first impression is not a great one.

When I ordered up the girl I said I don’t care what she looked like, as long as she was young and nasty as hell. The young part she has down pat. She couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. But nasty? It sure doesn’t look like it. Dressed in a silver sparkling blouse, black skirt and expensive-looking high-heeled shoes, she is a tiny, petite girl; not an inch over five feet and nowhere near a hundred pounds. Certainly not the hard core slut I was expecting. She looks much too glamorous to be an escort, let alone the nasty little spinner I’d requested.

I consider calling the number to ask for a different girl, but I know from experience that looks can be deceiving, and besides, my contact has never let me down before, so I figure I’ll give the girl the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’ll surprise me.    

And surprise me she does, pretty much right from the get-go.

I open door and let her in. By the time I close the door, flip the deadbolt and turn around, she’s already on her knees and up against me, her hands working my belt with extreme urgency. Within a matter of seconds, she’s got my belt off and my pants down around my ankles. I quickly step out of my pants as she slips her shirt off,  revealing small, incredibly perky tits with rock-hard nipples.

Before I can say a thing she takes my cock in her mouth and starts working it. She doesn’t even bother starting off slow, she just goes full-throttle right away, her head bouncing on my cock like a jackhammer. I’m hard within seconds. She runs her tongue up and down the shaft a couple of times then sticks the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks on it while working my shaft with both of her hands.

“You like the way I suck your cock?” she says, smiling up at me. “The way I stroke it and suck it at the same fucking time?”

I simply nod my head.

She laughs and proceeds to work my cock for another couple of strokes while maintaining eye contact before popping it out of her mouth.

“It makes you want to shoot your fucking load, doesn’t it?” she says, still stroking it with both hands as she talks. “It makes you want to shoot that cum right down my fucking throat.”

She lets go of my cock with one hand and starts taking it deeper into her mouth, her other hand still stroking my saliva-drenched shaft as my cock goes deeper and deeper into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she says, popping my cock out yet again. “Your cock tastes so fucking good.”

She grips the base of my shaft and slaps the outside of her cheek with my hard cock.

“You like that?” she says. “You like it when I slap myself with your cock?”

She sticks my cock back in her mouth without waiting for an answer and takes the whole thing in her mouth, my entire cock disappearing as she deep-throats me, her nose touching up against the bottom part of my stomach.

I decide to take control of the situation and reach down and grab the back of her head and push her further into me, her nose pressing hard into my stomach. She starts to gag but I hold her there for another couple of seconds before letting her go.

Her heads pops back as she releases my cock from her mouth.

With saliva dripping down her chin she looks up at me with her big brown eyes and says, “You like being in control, huh? You like calling the shots? Then come on and fuck my throat. Show me what you got.” She puts her hands behind her back and opens her mouth wide. 

I grab the back of her head with my hands and pull her mouth onto my stiff cock, driving my cock down into her throat, in and out, in and out, in and out, my hands working her head back and forth in time with my thrusts. She makes a gagging sound with every thrust but makes no effort to stop me, in fact she’s looking up at me the entire time, her eyes sparkling behind her tears, begging for more.

I pump her throat one last time and hold it, pushing on the back of her head with everything I’ve got. She coughs once, gags, then coughs again but still I hold her head in place, forcing her to take it for as long as she can. It’s not until her whole body starts to shimmy that I finally release her. She takes a deep, gasping breath then spits a huge wad of saliva onto my cock and starts stroking it harder and faster than ever before.

“Is that nasty enough for you?” she says, still looking up at me. “Because I can do this all night.”     

I grab a fistful of her hair and half-drag, half-pull her over towards the couch. She stumbles along on her knees, and is just able to gain her balance right before I pick her up and drop her on the couch.

She slips out of her clothes in no time flat.

“Now grab your ankles,” I tell her.

“Like this?” she says as she grabs ahold of them. “Is that how you like me? All spread out and waiting for your hard cock?”

“Wider,” I say. “Straighten your legs.”

Again, she does as she’s told, her firm leg muscles taut as she holds them out as wide as they’ll go, spreading her tiny little pussy, making it gape.

 I drop to my knees and grab ahold of the inside of her thighs and bury my head in her shaved snatch, licking her pussy lips, tonguing her clit, lapping at her twat. She is quivering beneath me, her moans growing louder and louder, legs still straight out to the side but threatening to collapse. And then they do. She releases her ankles and grabs the back of my head. She drapes her legs over my shoulders and pulls my head deeper into her pussy.

“That’s right,” she says. “Lick my fucking pussy. Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue.”

I glance up and see her head turned to the side, buried in the couch’s pillow. One hand is still on the back of my head but the other is working one of her tits, squeezing it, slapping it, then pinching and rubbing the nipple until she shivers again in pleasure.

I stick two fingers into her pussy and finger fuck her while my tongue works on her clit.

“Give it to me,” she says, her moans growing ever more intense. “Treat me like a fucking whore.”

I squeeze another finger into her pussy and start working my hand faster, slamming it into her. The sounds coming out of her mouth are more guttural now. Her face is red from exertion, her eyes wild, her body glistening with sweat.

“Gimme one more,” she says. “I want all your fingers inside me.”

So I maneuver my fourth finger into her pussy, filling it up completely. There’s not much room for movement but she lifts her hips up a hair to give me more leverage and I take advantage, rising up a bit and thrusting my fingers up into her as far as they’ll go, stretching her pussy. I’m watching her face as my fingers push up against all the walls of her vagina. Her eyes are closed and she’s in the throes of ecstasy as she reaches down and starts rubbing her clit, which gets her off even more. Her other hand starts beating on the couch as her breath comes faster and faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams, her voice rising in intensity with every word.  A couple of high-pitched, wordless screams and then her body tenses up, freezes for a moment, then comes crashing down in a shimmying little dance, her legs quivering and her body shaking as she takes air in deep gulping breaths.

“You like that?” I ask, my mouth turned up in a little smile. I love the feeling of getting someone else off, of being in control, of doing whatever you want to them, owning them, making them experience exactly what you want.

“Fuck yeah,” she says, “But now I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that big fucking cock inside me.”

“If you insist,” I say.

I climb to my feet and bend down and slide my hips towards her while pulling her towards me, keeping my hands on her thighs so her legs stay open. I drop my cock on top of her stomach and start dry-fucking her, my balls slapping up against her pussy, messing with her some more.

Groaning, she reaches down and grabs my cock. I slide my hips back just a hair and allow her to guide my cock to her pussy. She rubs the tips of my cock against her clit for a moment, then up and down her snatch a couple times before sticking it in her pussy proper. Even after the hardcore finger fucking I gave it, her pussy is super-tight, forcing me to stick my cock in slowly, inch by inch as she gasps. Once it’s halfway in, I start working it, slowly at first, but gaining speed with every thrust.

“That’s right,” she says. “Fuck me with that big fat cock.”

Pretty soon I’m working her with three-quarters of my shaft in a good, steady rhythm. I’m leaning into her, my hands gripping the back of the couch for leverage.

“Harder,” she says. “Fuck me harder. I can take it.”

I fuck her with the whole length of my shaft, giving it to her balls deep, punctuating each thrust by holding my cock deep in her pussy for a heartbeat before pulling it back it to stick it in her again.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says. “Give it to me deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of your cock. Treat me like a fucking slut.”

I hammer my cock into her pussy a couple more times, making her whole body shake with every thrust, then hold it there, my cock deep inside her, my groin grinding up against her pussy lips.

“That’s right,” she says. “Own it. Own that tight little fucking pussy.”

I shift my legs a bit to give myself more leverage and push even harder, shoving my cock as deep as it will go. She lets out a little yelp—part pleasure, part pain—and pushes back against me, forcing me even deeper inside her, moving her hips up and down, riding my cock as her moans build in intensity and her breaths get shorter and shorter, finally culminating in a single high-pitched scream and rushing out of all her pent-up breath. 

I barely give her any time to recover before I’m grabbing her ankles and pushing them back towards her head, folding her in half. Holding her ankles up next to her head, I proceed to pound her pussy with reckless abandon, grunting with every thrust, fucking her with everything I’ve got. Her moans turn to groans and then to screams as she yells, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

 I slam into her harder, crushing her, trying to break her in half. She’s holding her own legs back now, so I climb up onto the couch, giving myself even more leverage over her. I’m fucking her like a madman, slamming my cock as deep as it will go, my face right above hers. I’m staring down at her and she looks right back, holding my gaze, her eyes telling me that she hasn’t reached her limit yet, that she can take more.

“Anything you want,” she says.

“Anything?” I reply.

“Anything,” she says. “I can take whatever you can dish out.”

I decide to test her theory.

I pull my cock out of her and reach down and pick her up. I spin her around so she’s upside down on the couch, her feet draped over the back of it, her head hanging off the front of it, near the floor. I climb off the couch and drop to my knees and slide up to her. I grab hold of her tits and stick my cock in her mouth and throat fuck her.

I pump her mouth a few times, my balls slapping up against her face with every thrust, then hold it deep in her throat. I keep it there for a few seconds, until she starts to gag. I pull my cock out, let her catch her breath, then stick it back in. With my cock deep in her throat I slap her tits, once, twice, three times, each slap eliciting an involuntary gasp, allowing my cock in deeper every time. Again she coughs, then gags again, and I pull out to let her breathe, which she does in gasping breaths.

I climb up onto the couch and straddle her chest, one knee on each side of her body, and sit down on her chest so my asshole is right above her mouth. I reach back and grab a handful of hair and lift her head up until her face up pressing up against my ass.

A lightning bolt shoots up my body as she attacks my asshole, licking it around the edges, sucking on it, sticking her tongue in it. My body shivers and my own breath is getting more ragged.

“Is that what you like?” she says when I release her head to give her a chance to breathe. “You like it when I lick your fucking asshole?”

Instead of answering I just pull her head up again so she can do some more work on my asshole. I reach out and stick three fingers in her pussy and slam it as hard as I can, working it faster and faster. Every time I increase the pressure on her pussy, she does the same on my asshole, which leads to me increase my pressure again, and so forth. A veritable feedback loop of pleasure, with only one end in sight.

But I’m not done with her yet, so I extract my fingers from her musky sweetness before I hit my exploding point.

I stand up on top of the couch, grab her ankles, and lift her up until her head is lying on the couch cushion. Then I turn around and squat over her face and drop my balls into her mouth. She sucks on them, first one, then the other, then both at the same time, squeezing them into her pretty little mouth while I spank her face with my cock.

Still sucking on my balls, she reaches up and starts jerking my cock. I lean back against her body and she wraps her legs around my head. I slap her tits a few more times, eliciting more gasps, then decide that it’s time to finish things.

I climb on top of the cushions so her legs are in front of me, then I swing her legs over until her knees are pushing against the cushion, one on either side of her head, folding her in half. She wraps her arms around her legs, holding them in place. Her pussy is just below me, gaping and waiting. I sit on the back of the couch and spit on her pussy, work it a little with my fingers. I spank it with my cock. She yelps with every blow.

“That’s right, make it wet,” she says. “Get it ready for your nice hard cock.”

 I guide my cock into her pussy then stand up and bend my knees to give me more leverage and start pumping her tiny little pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she says. “It’s so fucking big. Fuck me with that big hard cock.”

I spread her pussy with my hands and drop the hammer on her, giving her all my weight with every pump. Her tiny little body quivers with every thrust.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she gasps as I pound her pussy. “Give it to me! Give it to me! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I pull my cock out of her pussy and step forward and bend down. I drop to my knees and stick my cock in her mouth and fuck her throat for a few seconds. Then I pull my cock out of her mouth and spank her face with it.

“You like that?” I ask. “You like it when I slap your pretty little face with my cock?”

“I fucking love it,” she says. “Do it harder.”

I rear back and slap her again, harder this time.

“Harder,” she says.

So I do.

“Harder!” she yells this time.

I swing my cock with everything I’ve got, smacking her in the face, again and again and again until her cheeks are red.

I could easily shoot my load right now but I want to experience that tight little pussy one more time, even though I know it’s going to be short-lived, so I climb back up and squat down. I grab her knees and spread them out, opening her pussy even more. I stick my cock into her one last time and fuck her with all the intensity I can muster, pounding her with the full length of my cock, allowing gravity to help get it deeper than ever before. Her tiny little body accepts all I have to offer.

“It’s so big, it’s so big, it’s so big,” she squeals. “Break my fucking pussy. Break me in half. Make me your bitch,” she says. “Own that fucking pussy. Own me. Own me. I’m yours, baby, I’m yours.”

Her talking puts me over the edge and my body tenses up. “Oh fuck,” I moan as I pull my cock out of her pussy.

“Cum on my face, baby,”  she says. “Make a mess of my pretty little face.”

I drop to my knees and jerk my cock and shoot my load all over her, stream after stream of white cum splashing against her cheeks, her chin, into her open mouth, her left eye, her hair.

“That’s right,” she says. “Give it to me, give me all of your cum.”

“Holy shit,” I say, gasping for breath as the last of my cum dribbles out. She slides out from beneath me and lifts her head and grabs onto my cock and sucks on the end of it. I spasm once and try to jerk away but she holds on. There’s an evil twinkle in her eye.


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