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KINKY EROTICA 2

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Hunter Monroe

Brock Landers

Taylor Jordan

JT Holland

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

SEDUCING A STRANGER BY HUNTER MONROE

PUNISHING THE EX BY BROCK LANDERS

MAKING THINGS RIGHT BY TAYLOR JORDAN

IN THE ASS ONLY BY JT HOLLAND

 

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SEDUCING A STRANGER

THE DIARY OF A SEXY OLDER WOMAN: VOLUME ONE

HUNTER MONROE

 

There’s an impression out in the world that older woman are not only more experienced in bed, but nastier, willing and able to do all sorts of things that most younger woman are unable or unwilling to do. Well, I don’t know for sure if that’s true in all cases, it certainly is in mine.

I’m a 5’10” and 145 pound, 32-year old MILF, with a full-figured, strong but fit body honed by two hours in the gym every day. I’ve got a big but firm ass, wide hips, powerful legs and huge tits which fit my body perfectly, not to mention my attitude.

Men—or boys, as I call most of them, no matter what their age—are a strange lot. Give them a girl with small breasts and they’ll run all over her. But stick some massive tits in their face and they wilt like the insecure little children they all are deep down inside.

Which isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy the company of a good, strong man, because I do. More than the boys that I usually come across, in fact. It’s just that a good man is hard to find these days, especially if you have any standards at all.

But even the strong men need to get knocked down a notch, especially if they don’t generally get to experience that thrill. Which is why they’re so much fun to run roughshod over; they’re more of a challenge. You can grab any poor sap off the street and force him to do your bidding—especially with the way I look—but to take a captain of industry type, a man used to having things done his way, used to being in charge, used to bossing people around, and shove that shit right back into his face? Now that’s F-U-N, fun.

Take Randy, for example.  I met him in a hotel bar by the convention center. He was there for some business conference, and he looked the part of a man in charge. Early forties, expensive suit, perfect hair, well-groomed.

But like all men he was a slave to his cock, and once he got a good look at my tits (which were spilling out of my shirt) it didn’t take more than ten minutes of convincing to get him up to his room.

So there he was, sitting on the couch, still fully clothed, when I came walking out of the bathroom wearing only my bra and panties and four-inch fuck-me pumps, having left my little black dress behind.

“Are you ready to get started?” I asked.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” I said, spinning in place, giving him a good look of what I had to offer. And it was a lot. Although I was in great shape, I wasn’t a small girl by any means. “There are many men who can’t.”

“I can handle it,” Randy said.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, walking towards him until I was right above him, standing over him, looking down at him. “We’ll just see.”

And with that, I spread his legs and stepped forward between them until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. I leaned over as if to kiss him but instead of touching his lips, I stopped a few inches away. He leaned forward to make the connection but I flashed him a wry smile and shook my head and pulled my head away from him.

Standing tall again, I slipped out of my bra, freeing up my tits. They were real and enormous, by far my best feature, almost as large as Randy’s head and still perky as hell.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said softly.

“You like my babies, huh?” I asked. Of course he did. All men did. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like to hear them say it.

“I love them,” he said. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Why thank you,” I said. “If you’re a good boy, you may even get to play with them a bit. Would you like that?”

Randy nodded his head like a young boy at Christmas.

Smiling wickedly, I ran my hands up the side of my body, starting at the waist and ending at my tits. Pushing on the outside of them, squeezing my tits together, I stared at Randy, who was still focused solely on at my tits. After giving him a good look at them, I turned around so my fat ass was facing towards him, then sat down on his waist.

Moving in slow circular patterns, I grinded on Randy’s cock, which was trapped under his pants but already rock hard. I leaned back until my body was resting on his chest and my head was lying on his shoulder while my ass still moved against him.

He touched the side of my leg just below my hip but I grabbed ahold of his arm and pushed it away. Looking back at him over my shoulder, I shook my head.

“No, no, no,” I said. “You just keep your hands to yourself for now, mister. Understand?”

Randy nodded his head and let his arms fall to the side.

“That’s better,” I said. I put my hands on his knees for balance and bounced on his groin for half a minute before standing up and turning around to face him.

Bending over at the waist, I leaned in towards Randy and stuck my tits in his face. I grabbed ahold of his head and jammed it into my chest, holding it there, smothering him against my tits while I climbed atop him, straddling his waist.

“There you go,” I said, pulling him into my flesh. “Bury your face in there. Take it like a man.”

Twenty seconds later I relaxed my grip. Randy’s head snapped back and he took a few moments to catch his breath. While he refilled his lungs with air, I leaned back and undid his belt. I slipped it off his waist and wrapped it around his neck, pulling the end through the buckle. I tightened it against his skin but didn’t latch it.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just taking a little control,” I said, smiling at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

He shook his head but it seemed a little reluctant. Not that I cared. I was going to do it no matter how he felt about it.

“Thanks, baby,” I said, just to make him feel like he had a say in it.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips before pulling back. With my hand still gripping the end of the belt, I leaned back, tightening the buckle, pulling the strap taut and flush against Randy’s skin. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, choking him, before leaning forward, removing the pressure against his neck.

As Randy’s breath came back to him, a wide smile spread over his features.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Actually, I did,” he said.

“That surprises you?”

“A little bit,” he admitted. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please,” Randy said.

“Gladly,” I replied.

I leaned back again, further this time, pulling on the belt as I did so. It again tightened against his neck, a bit more snugly this time.

As he stared at me with excited eyes, his face starting to turn pink, I grinded against his trapped cock, riding it with my pussy while continuing to hold the belt tight.

Randy’s face turned more and more red as I grinded harder against him and held the belt tight, choking him with it. The look on his face was intense and ultra-excited, even as it went from red to pale. His lips were slighted parted and his breathing was shallow and swift as he searched for air.

My pussy was dripping, leaving marks in his pants as I grinded away, excited by my dominance over him as much as his cock rubbing against my pussy.

It wasn’t until his eyes started to glaze over that I leaned forward, releasing the pressure on his neck and allowing him to breathe.

Randy did so in gasping lurches, his chest heaving and the color pouring back into his face. Smiling widely, he shivered with excitement.

“Wow, you really got into that, didn’t you?” I said.

He nodded vigorously. He looked too excited to speak.

“Maybe a little too much,” I said, laughing softly. “Let’s go back something a little less dangerous, shall we?”

Without waiting for an answer, I released the belt from his neck and leaned forward and guided one of my tits into his mouth.

“There you go,” I said. “Work that fucking nipple until it’s hard.”

Staring up at me, Randy did as I had asked, licking and sucking and biting down on my nipple until it was hard. I popped that tit out of his mouth and turned my body slightly, giving him the other one. He gave it the same treatment.

Once that nipple was as hard as the other one, I backed off.

“You did well,” I said. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor. Would you like that?”

“Very much,” Randy said.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” I said.

Dropping to the floor, I undid Randy’s zipper and slipped his cock out between the newly created hole. Leaving his pants on for the time being, I grabbed ahold of his hard cock, my hand gripping the base of his shaft. I gave the tip a single lick while staring up at Randy.

He shivered. I laughed. Then I dropped down a little further and ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, starting at his balls and ending the tip. I slapped his cock against my tongue a couple of times and then started to blow him proper, wrapping my lips around his cock and dropping my head down on it.

I sucked Randy’s cock like a pro, my mouth and hand working together, getting his cock nice and slippery while maintaining eye contact the whole time. After a minute or two, I released his cock with my hand but continued working it with my mouth, taking it all the way down and holding it in my throat for a couple of seconds before gagging and pulling off.

“My god you’re good at that,” Randy said, smiling down at me.

“You like that?” I asked after taking a few seconds to recover.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

“Then I have a feeling you’ll like this too,” I said.

I sat up a little bit taller, so my massive tits were right in front of his cock, which was still wet and slippery from blowing him. I grabbed ahold of his cock and let saliva drip onto it from my mouth then slid it in between my tits. Gripping the outside of my tits, I squeezed his cock in between them, then started bouncing up and down on it, titty-fucking him.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said, laughing under his breath. “That’s amazing.”

“You like that too, do you?” I said while continuing to bounce my tits up and down on his cock.

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Of course you do,” I said. “I have the perfect tits for fucking.”

“That’s for sure,” Randy said, smiling widely.

“Just wait,” I said. “It gets even better.”

And with that, I increased the intensity, smashing my tits on his groin before coming back up. My tits were so big that they were engulfing his cock. Only the tip was visible and only for a moment when I was at the absolute lowest point.

I titty-fucked Randy for more than two full minutes before he let out a groan and pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits. He had a strained look on his face and was grasping his cock tightly in his hand.

“It felt too good, huh?” I asked, smiling wickedly up at him.

“It sure did,” he said. “Another few seconds and I would have cum.”

“Well, we don’t want that,” I said. “Not yet, at least.”

“No we don’t,” he replied.

“What about something else?” I asked. “Do we have to take a break from everything? Or just titty-fucking?”

“Just titty-fucking,” Randy said.

“Good,” I replied. “Then stand up.”

He did so.

“Now take off all your clothes,” I said.

Randy did that too.

“Perfect,” I said, scooting forward until my head was right underneath his cock. “Now just relax and try not to enjoy this too much.”

“I’ll do what I can,” he said as I grabbed ahold of his cock and started jerking him off while my mouth went to work on his balls. I licked his sack and then took his balls in my mouth, sucking on one of them for a little bit before switching over to the other while he moaned and groaned above me.

It wasn’t long before I was blowing him again, my head moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. He started to get into it too, thrusting his hips forward and back, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth with every pump, giving me an idea.

“Do me a favor,” I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment.

“Anything,” he replied.

“Take control. Do what you want to me.”

“Gladly,” Randy said, smiling wider.

So he took more control, pulling back, forcing his cock from my mouth then grabbing ahold of it and slapping the head of it against my cheek a couple times. Gripping a handful of my hair, he turned my head sideways and slid his cock into my mouth, pushing it in until the tip was pressing against the inside of my cheek hard enough to force it to stick out, making me look like a squirrel storing a nut. He smacked my cheek with his hand a couple of times before sliding his cock back out.

Still grasping my hair, he shifted my head until I was facing him straight on. Then he slipped his cock into my mouth once again. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, Randy continued pressing his hips forward, forcing me to deepthroat him. Once his entire cock has disappeared into my mouth, he held my head in place, my nose pushing up against his abdomen, my chin smashed up against his ballsack. He held me there until I started to gag and cough before letting me go.

After I’d caught my breath, Randy helped my to my feet and led me back to the couch. He sat down while I slipped out of my panties. Then I climbed onto the couch next to him, turning sideways so both my knees were on the couch and my head was right above his groin.

Sitting perpendicular to him, my ass sticking up in the air just to his right, I dropped down and took his cock in my mouth. He reached over and slapped my ass, then ran his hand around and slid two fingers into my wet pussy.

While I sucked Randy’s cock, he banged away at my pussy. Groaning, I attacked his cock with more aggression, bouncing my head up and down, matching his intensity.

We continued working each other faster and faster until both were ready to blow. At that point, Randy pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I lifted my head off his cock.

“Enough messing around,” Randy said. “It’s time to get to fucking.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said.

I climbed to my feet and put my feet on the floor in between Randy’s spread legs, my ass facing him. Then I squatted down, guiding my pussy onto his cock, which was sticking straight up into the air, rock hard. Once his cock was inside of me, I didn’t waste any time, bouncing up and down on him quickly, giving him my entire weight at the bottom of every thrust.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, turning my upper body to look back at him. “Do you like it when I bounce on your cock?”

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Do you want me to do it harder?”

Randy nodded enthusiastically.

So I gave Randy what he wanted, impaling myself on his cock, hammering away at him without mercy. Repaying me for my aggression, Randy slapped my ass repeatedly, but that only served to fuel my intensity.

As I slammed myself down onto him even harder, Randy slid his hand up to one of my huge tits and started smacking away at it. This didn’t slow me down either, however. If anything, it sped me up, turning me on so much that I bounced atop him harder than ever before.

A short time later, Randy grabbed ahold of my arms and yanked them backwards, locking my elbows out and pinning my arms together at the wrist.

With my arms trapped behind me, I was forced to slows things down. Randy pushed up on my wrists, putting more pressure on my elbows, forcing my to lean forward. I stopped bouncing on his cock but continued grinding against it, my ass moving forward and back, shifting the angle of his cock constantly.

A few seconds later, Randy released my arms but grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked down, lifting my chin to the ceiling and arching my spine backwards.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moaned. Pulling my hair always excited the hell out of, and as wound up as I already was, it put me over the top. I gasped in pleasure and stopped moving against him as a harsh orgasm ripped through me. After it passed, I just sat atop him for a couple of seconds, his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

“I take it you like getting your hair pulled?” Randy said.

“Fuck yes,” I replied, still recovering.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Randy said. He released my hair and lifted myself off of him.

I turned around and bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth and sucked my pussy juices off of it.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” I said.

Randy laughed and shook his head. “And I love how filthy you are,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows a couple times in succession, then climbed back onto the couch and straddled him, cowgirl-style. Leaning forward, I stuck my tits in his face. Randy latched on to one of them with his mouth while I guided his cock into my pussy. Once it was inside me again, I started bouncing on his cock, moving more slowly than before so he could continue sucking on my tits without any problem.

After I’d bounced atop his cock for a bit, Randy grabbed ahold my hips, holding me in place while he lifted his hips up and down repeatedly, slamming his cock deep inside of my pussy.

With my hands free to do other things, I took advantage, sticking my middle finger in my mouth to get it lubed up, then reaching back and sliding it in my asshole.

“Holy shit,” I said as I slid my finger in and out of my asshole while Randy continued hammering away at my pussy. He was groaning and his breath was ragged and his face screwed up with intense effort. Seeing him so into it got me off again, brought me right to the edge of orgasm.

I hammered down into Randy one final time and held my body there, his cock planted deep in my pussy, my finger knuckle-deep in my asshole. My eyes were turned up to the ceiling as my body tensed for a moment. I bit down on my bottom lip, my face screwed tight, holding my breath for a moment before I let it out with a burst and a low guttural moan. My body quivered for a moment as another orgasm slammed through me.

Still sitting on his cock, I pulled my finger from my asshole and stuck it in my mouth. Looking down on Randy, our eyes locked together, I sucked my ass juices off my finger until it was clean.

“Do you like watching me suck my ass juices off my finger?” I asked.

Randy nodded. “It turns me on.”

“Yeah?” I said. “You like assholes, do you?”

“Very much so,” he said.

“Do you want to taste mine?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay,” I said. “But first you need to work my pussy with your tongue for a bit.”

“I’d love to,” he said.

I climbed off of Randy and laid down on the couch next to him, lying lengthwise, my pussy right in front of him. Smiling widely, Randy turned to face me, grabbed my legs and spread them wide. Then he dropped his head down and buried his face in my pussy.

Randy went to town, licking my snatch enthusiastically, flicking his tongue all around, then sliding it deep into me.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Just like that. Bury that tongue in my pretty pussy. Eat my snatch like you mean it.”

And he did, pushing his face harder against me, jamming his tongue deeper inside me. I decided to help him out, so I reached down, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

I held them there, smothering him with my flesh while he continued to explore my insides with his tongue. After half a minute, I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath, I threw my legs back and hooked my arms underneath them to keep them in place, opened wide to him.

Now you can taste my asshole,” I said, giving him a nasty look.

“My pleasure,” he replied.

After a couple of deep breaths,  Randy dove back in. He did as he was told, going straight for my asshole. With his hands on my ass cheeks, holding them wide, he ran  his tongue around my anus in circles, getting it nice and wet with his saliva. While I groaned in pleasure, he slipped the tip of his tongue into my asshole. Keeping it rigid, he slid his tongue in and out of my asshole, forcing it deeper and deeper, opening me up wider with every pass.

I closed my eyes and looked up towards the ceiling and moaned in pleasure, loving every second of it as Randy worked my asshole with his tongue. But I needed more. Luckily, he gave it to me.

Now that my asshole was opened up, Randy replaced his tongue with two fingers. They slid in a little way, but my asshole was still a little too tight. So I started rubbing my clit, which relaxed me even more and opened my asshole up wider, allowing Randy to slide his fingers nearly all the way inside my asshole without much resistance at all.

“That’s it, that’s it,” I said. “Fuck my asshole with those fingers. Get me all nice and warmed up and ready for your cock.”

Randy did just that, working his fingers in and out of my asshole, moving them slowly but surely, spitting on them occasionally to keep everything nice and wet. Eventually he slid his fingers all the way inside my asshole until they disappeared completely. Holding them there, deep in my asshole, he explored my insides with his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried in joy, completely getting off on his fingers deep in my asshole. And then he turned things up a notch, getting me even more excited.

With his free hand Randy slapped my ass a couple of times, then once again started licking my pussy. Working my asshole with his fingers and my pussy with his tongue, Randy took me to new heights, my legs quivering, my body shucking and jiving as I unleashed a string of obscenities.

My body tensed up for a moment, then released in a vast, extreme shudder that lasted a full five seconds, drenching his face with my juices as I came for the third time.

“Enough, enough, enough!” I said once my orgasm had passed. “It’s time to fuck my asshole with that big cock of yours.”

Smiling ruefully, Randy yanked his fingers out of my asshole and pulled his tongue out of my pussy and stood up. While I continued holding my legs back, he wasted no time in sliding his rock-hard cock into my pretty little asshole.

My breath caught in my throat as Randy entered me. His cock barely fit in my asshole, forcing him to take things slow, giving me his cock centimeter by centimeter, barely moving against me.

Leaning forward just a bit, he slid the fingers that were in my pussy into my mouth. Once I’d sucked them dry, he switched hands, giving my the fingers that were in my ass. These he pushed deep into my mouth, causing my to gag and cough.

Hearing me struggle with his fingers must have given him an idea, as shortly afterwards, he slipped his cock out of my pussy and climbed up onto the couch. Standing above me with his feet on the seat cushions, pinning my legs back by my head, he slid his cock into my mouth.

Holding my head against the back of the couch with his hands, Randy face-fucked me, slamming his entire cock into my mouth in fast, deep strokes, jamming it deep into my throat, the look on his face one of pure joy and pleasure.

Randy slammed his cock into my mouth a few more times then held it there, his cock planted deep in my throat. I deepthroated him for almost fifteen seconds before gagging, and once I did, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him. “Do with me whatever you please.”

A wry smile flashed over Randy’s lips. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I intend to.”

Still holding my ankles, Randy pushed my legs further back, tilting my body backwards, lifting my ass further up off the couch, then shifted his hips until the tip of his cock was touching my asshole.

I could see him struggle with his positioning, so I grabbed ahold of his cock, gripping the base to keep it in place, allowing him to slide it into my asshole without using his hands, which he did. A deep, animalistic sound escaped from my mouth as his cock slowly made its way into my asshole.

The pleasure was so great I could no longer even form words. I just moaned and groaned and yelped and screamed and tried to urge him on as much as possible.

Randy worked his cock halfway in before letting up on the pressure, sliding it back a bit before moving forward again. He continued giving my only half of his cock at a time, taking things slowly, giving my a chance to loosen up.

I ran my hand down my stomach and slipped two fingers into my pussy to help things along. I started rubbing furiously at my clit while Randy continued to jam his cock deeper into my ass.

The attention I was paying to my pussy helped me relax and opened my asshole up further to accept even more of his cock.

Randy took advantage, planting it three quarters of the way inside me before pulling back. I started hammering away at my pussy with more aggression, which relaxed my asshole even more.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him, able to find words once again. “Force your fucking cock in there. I can take it.”

Randy did as I’d asked, forcing his cock all the way inside my asshole, giving it to my balls-deep. After holding it there for a few seconds, my asshole loosened up and Randy started increasing the speed, pumping my ass without limitations.

 “That’s it, that’s it!” I screamed. “Fuck my tight little asshole. Pound me with that huge cock of yours!”

Randy did, giving me his entire cock from tip to base, fucking me with a good pace but not really laying into me yet. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and brought them to my mouth. Then I sucked them dry, looking directly at him while I did so. But I wanted to taste something more than just my pussy.

“Pull that fat cock out of my asshole and stick it in my mouth,” I said. “I want to taste my asshole. I want to suck my ass juices off your cock.”

His smile widening, Randy pumped my ass a couple more times before sliding his cock out of my asshole and climbing up the couch until his cock was right in front of my face. I opened my mouth to accept Randy’s cock and he slid it in, holding his body relatively still while I licked his cock clean of my ass juices.

Once that was done, I took his cock further into my mouth, deepthroating him yet again, this time on my own.

A good ten seconds later I pulled off. Randy’s cock was glistening with my saliva as he climbed back down off couch.

I hooked my arms around my legs and rolled back on the couch until all my weight was on my shoulders and my ass was sticking up in the air. Bending down, Randy grabbed ahold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide and slid his tongue into my asshole, pushing it in as far as it would go.

As I moaned and shimmied beneath him, Randy bounced his face up and down, forcing his tongue further and further into my asshole. I grabbed ahold of one of my tits and stuck the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it while squeezing the other one with my fingers.

Randy slapped me on the ass with both hands, hard enough to make me flinch, and pulled his tongue out of my asshole. He slipped his fingers into it again, this time giving me three of them to loosen me up even further. After slamming all three fingers deep into my asshole a few times, he was ready to head into the final stretch.

Randy put one foot up on the couch, grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into my asshole. He then put his other foot onto the couch, giving him a better angle to pound my asshole. Leaning forward he grabbed on to the back of the couch and used it for leverage as he slammed his cock in and out of my asshole.

As I moaned repeatedly beneath him, Randy pummeled my ass, giving my his entire weight at the bottom end of every thrust, eliciting a heavy grunt from me every time.

“Fuck me like you’re trying to break me in half!” I screamed, trying to help him achieve orgasm. “Punish my asshole! Punish it!”

Randy hammered away at me, his balls slapping up against my ass, my body being driven further into the couch. I was screaming loudly now, my expression undoubtedly reflecting the perfect combination of discomfort and pleasure that I was feeling as he fucked my ass.

Randy must have been feeling that perfect combination too, as he pounded me a couple more times before his body tensed up for a moment and his cock released his sperm deep in my ass. Even as he came, Randy continued fucking me, forcing every last bit of his cum from his cock before lifting his body up off of me and letting his cock slide out of my asshole.

Feeling particularly nasty, I decided to blow Randy’s mind. I rolled off my back and squatted on the couch. With my ass right above the leather cushions, I waited for his cum to drip out of my asshole.

Ten seconds later, a couple drops fell onto the couch cushion. Now that the seal had been broken, I decided to help matters along. I slid two fingers into my ass and worked them around in little circles with trying to push it out with my abdominal muscles. Ten seconds later, it worked, as a stream of white sperm drained out my asshole, creating a little reservoir on the couch.

Once my asshole was completely empty of Randy’s cum, I bent over until my mouth was directly above the pool of white sperm, mere centimeters away. Then I stuck my tongue out and licked up the sperm, using my fingers to help get all of it into my mouth.

After I had all of Randy’s cum in my mouth, I tilted my head back so my eyes were facing the ceiling and swallowed his cum that had just been in my asshole mere seconds before. Looking over at Randy’s shocked face, I gave him a wink.

He laughed softly and shook his head. I’d blown his mind, which was my intent all along. Ahh, I loved my life.

 

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PUNISHING THE EX

BROCK LANDERS

 

Steve Tolleson was on the couch watching SportsCenter when the doorbell rang. He turned the TV off, took a deep breath, walked over to the door and opened it.

Standing on the porch was his soon-to-be ex-wife Shyla, wearing a low-cut top with no bra, cut-off jeans that barely covered her private parts, high-heeled sandals and more makeup than anyone this side of a pornstar.  She looked every bit the slut she was when he’d first married her five years ago, from her surgically enhanced face (paid for by him) to her jet black hair to her fake tits (also paid for by him) to her washboard abs to her perfect tan to her long slim legs. Which was one of the many reasons why this day had been inevitable from the very beginning.

“What are you doing here?” Steve said.

“Don’t give me that shit,” Shyla said. “You called me over here.”

“Oh yeah. Why again?”

“You said were going to sign the divorce papers,” she said. “Remember?”

“I said that?”

“Stop fucking around, Steve. If this was just your idea of a joke—”

“Nah, I’m just messing with you,” Steve said. “Come on in.”

“Do I have to?”

“If you want those papers signed you do.”

“Fine,” she said, walking into his little one-room apartment with disdain in her eyes.

He didn’t blame her. He knew the place was a shithole but it was all he could afford right now, especially since he was still paying the mortgage on the 3000 square foot 5 bedroom house they’d bought four years ago. A house that Shyla was currently living in due to a previously ill-fated attempt on his part to save their marriage.

She made her way to the living room, which had remains of last night’s pizza and some empty beer cans lying on the coffee table. Steve paid her look of disgust no mind and dropped his ass on the couch.

“Have a seat,” he said.

“No thanks,” Shyla replied. “So are you going to sign these papers or what?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Of course I’m sure. I’ve only been asking you about it for six weeks now.”

“Six weeks?” Steve said. “Seems more like six months.”

“No,” Shyla said. “I’ve only been dreaming about a divorce for six months. But the papers have only been waiting for six weeks.”

“Six months? That’s it? I figured you’d been dreaming about it longer than that. Ever since you started fucking that guy on the side. What was his name again?”

“You know damn well his name is Harry.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve said. “Dirty Harry. The man with the magical dick that makes my wife do things she’d never done before in her life.”

“I’d done them before,” she said. “Just not with you.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you used to do them all the time.”

“Whatever,” she said. “I didn’t come hear to argue.”

“Then what did you come for?” Steve said.  

Shyla sighed and shook her head. “I should have known better than to believe you were actually going to sign the papers,” she said as she turned and started for the door.

“Hold on, hold on,” Steve said. “Bring them over here and I’ll sign them.”

She stopped and looked at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

“You’re not just fucking with me again?”

“Nope,” Steve said. “I’ll sign them.” He smiled. “On one condition.”

She tilted her head slightly, wondering where he was going with this. “What’s your condition?”

“One last fuck session. For old time’s sake.”

Shyla scoffed. “If I wanted your dick in me we’d still be together.”

“Yeah, well if you want this divorce you’re just going to have to put up with my dick being in you one last time.”

Shyla looked at him carefully. “You actually mean it, don’t you?”

“You’re damn right,” Steve said.

“One fuck,” Shyla said. “And then you’ll sign. Today.”

“Right after we’re done.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because you have no choice,” Steve said. “Unless you want to get the lawyers involved again.”

“You know I don’t.”

“Then why not give it a go? You’ve go t nothing to lose.”

“Except my pride.”

“Is it really that shameful to fuck your husband?” Steve said. “After all, we’re still married. Technically, at least.”

She considered this for a moment, then said, “Fine. What the hell.”

Steve carefully hid his surprise. He hadn’t actually thought that she’d take him up on his demented little plan. In fact, now that she had, he was starting to wonder if he could actually follow through with it. After all, she was still technically his wife. And deep down he still loved her. And did you really do this sort of thing to someone you loved?

Then Shyla added, “It’s not like it’ll last very long, mister three-pump-chump,” and just like that Steve knew he could do it. Hell, she deserved to have something like this done to her after what she’d put him through. 

 “Oh, darling,” Steve said. “You always made me feel so good about myself.”

“It’s just one of my many gifts,” Shyla said. She started to pull her shirt over her head.

Steve stood up and grabbed her arms.

Shyla gave him a funny look.

“Clothes on,” Steve said. “At least to start.”

She flashed him a curious look but pulled the shirt back down.

“That’s better,” Steve said. He stepped forward and looked down at Shyla. Even in her 2-inch heels he had a good 4 inches on her. Not to mention almost 100 pounds.

“Oh, and one last thing,” he said, suddenly inspired.

“What now?”

“I get to do anything I want to you,” he said. “For once, I get to be in control.”

“Are you sure?” Shyla said. “That’s not like you.”

“I’m positive. And no complaints. Otherwise I don’t sign.”

“Fine,” she said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Oh, we’ll get it over with all right,” Steve said, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around. “But it’s gonna take a while.”

“Not likely,” she said.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he said, slapping her ass sharply.

“Hold on just a minute,” Shyla said, startled. She started turning around.

Steve grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed his body against her backside. With his mouth right up next to her ear he said, “No complaints, remember? You agreed.”

“I know,” she said. “But this isn’t like you. You’ve got me a little worried.”

“About what? Me hurting you?”

She nodded.

“Don’t be,” Steve said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I promise I won’t do anything to you that I haven’t witnessed Dirty Harry doing to you over the past six months.”

“I don’t know—”

“Fine,” he said, releasing his grip on her hair and taking a half-step back. “Then I guess I won’t be signing anything today.”

Shyla took a deep breath and dropped her eyes towards the floor. After a moment of deliberation, she said, “Okay. I’ll play by your rules. You do what you want and I’ll keep my mouth shut. But don’t expect me to pretend that I like it.”

“Don’t worry, honey. You don’t have to do any pretending. All you have to do is shut up and take what I give you. Do that and I’ll sign your stupid papers. Got it?”

“Got it,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

“Good,” Steve said. “Now get down on your knees.”

Shyla did so without comment. Steve dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. His cock was already rock hard with anticipation. He hadn’t realized that having complete control over someone else could be so exciting. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Especially knowing he wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

Again Shyla obeyed without comment.

Steve tried not to let his amazement show. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually done anything he’d asked. Weeks, maybe even months. But here she’d done it twice within one minute. He idly wondered why he hadn’t tried doing something like this earlier in their relationship. At least he could have gotten something out their time together. Oh well, too late now. All he could do was take advantage of it this one time. He’d better make it worthwhile.

Steve guided his cock into Shyla’s mouth.

With one hand on top of her head and one under her chin, he moved his cock in and out of her mouth, only giving her about half his dick to start. She took it like a champ, not gagging or coughing, not fighting him at all but certainly not bringing anything to the party herself, just sitting there with her mouth open and her eyes closed while he pumped her face.

“Open your eyes and look up at me,” Steve said, mostly just to see if Shyla would still do as he told her.

She did, tilting her head slightly and looking up at him, her big brown eyes ringed with black mascara. She still wasn’t into it but that didn’t matter. It was a massive turn-on to fuck her mouth while she held eye contact with him.

Steve shifted his hands so they were grasping the back of her head and proceeded to pump her faster, pulling her head towards him with every thrust, giving her more of his cock every time. And then he gave her the whole thing, shoving his entire shaft down her throat and keeping it there, his hands on the back of her head, holding her in place for a couple seconds before letting her come up for air.

She did so with a gasp and a cough. She glared at him but didn’t say anything.

“Are you still game?” Steve said, leaning down so his head was at the same level as her. His right hand still had a handful of her hair.

“I can take whatever you can dish out,” Shyla said.

“That’s the spirit,” Steve said, smiling.

He stood up and led Shyla over to the couch by her hair. She had to crawl quickly on her hands and knees to avoid falling over. Once there, Steve spun her around and pushed her head back so it was lying flat on the cushion of the couch, her face towards the ceiling, her butt still on the floor.

Steve dropped one knee on each side of her head and straddled Shyla’s face. Holding her head on the couch, he smacked her face with his cock a few times before sticking it back into her mouth. He pumped her mouth a few times, then adjusted his angle a bit so his cock was poking the inside of her cheek, stretching it out. He popped it out, stuck it back in, popped it out again.

Steve climbed up a little higher so his ballsack was hovering directly above Shyla’s mouth. Her head was framed by his legs.

“Open up,” he said, staring right at her, relishing in the control he had over her.

Shyla opened her mouth.

“Wider,” Steve said.

She regarded him with contempt but did as she was instructed.

“That’s better,” Steve said as he proceeded to drop his balls into her mouth. “Now suck on them.”

A moan of pleasure escaped from his throat as Shyla went to work on his balls. He pressed his cock down against her face, rubbing it on her cheeks, rolling it over her nose, transferring the saliva from his cock onto her face. She maintained eye contact the entire time, as though daring him to look away in embarrassment. But that wasn’t going to happen. He was having the time of his life.    

Steve stood up and turned around as though he was going to take a seat on the couch, but instead of plopping down on one of the cushions he spread his legs and dropped his ass directly onto Shyla’s face.

Squatting over her, one hand on the armrest for balance and the other jerking himself off, he rubbed his asshole up and down Shyla’s face, riding her nose and mouth with his crack, forcing her to taste his ass.

“Tongue out,” he said. “And keep it there.”  

She obliged.

“Good girl,” he said, riding her tongue with his asshole, keeping enough pressure on Shyla that she couldn’t squirm away but not too much that she couldn’t breathe.

Steve relinquished his hold on his cock and leaned forward so he could play with Shyla’s tits. He pulled her shirt up but not off, revealing her perfectly round, perfectly fake, perfectly incredible breasts. He then grabbed ahold of one and gave it a good squeeze before switched over to the other. He pinched one of her nipples and gave it a little twist, eliciting a gasp and a shimmy from Shyla.

Laughing softly, Steve pinched her other nipple, pulled on it for a moment or two, then rubbed his fingers together with the nipple still between them. It hardened almost immediately. Shyla let out a moan and squirmed beneath him but Steve dropped his ass further down on her face, muffling her cries, and continued to play with her nipple.

When he finally climbed off Shyla’s face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep, lurching gasps but although she was glaring at him she surprisingly didn’t seemed all that pissed off.

In fact, as Steve pulled her up onto the couch and pulled her shorts off so he could fuck her properly he realized her panties were completely soaked through. He found himself wondering if she like being treated like a slut, if maybe she actually enjoyed being tossed around like a ragdoll, if she got off on being forced to do things that most other girls would find disgusting. It was impossible to know for sure, but it sure seemed like it, even if she wasn’t willing to admit it at the moment. And to think, he’d been married to her for five years and had no clue!

For a moment he lamented the lost possibilities of their doomed marriage but quickly thrust such thoughts from his head. They did no good. Not anymore. The damage was done, the past was past, it was time to move on. And right now moving on meant taking advantage of his soon-to-be-ex wife in ways that he’d never had the guts to try before. 

With this in mind, Steve grabbed ahold of her legs and spread them apart, then pushed them forward until her ankles were up by her head. He held one of her legs in place with one hand while he yanked her panties aside with the other. He smacked her pussy with his rock-hard cock a couple of times then slipped it in.

Shyla was even wetter than he’d realized. Her pussy gobbled up his cock without even the slightest hint of resistance. He moved against her with vigor, gentleness be damned, his cock slamming into her with the insistence of a jackhammer. And though she’d never come out and admit it, she was obviously getting off on the pounding she was receiving.

Her pussy was growing ever wetter, coating his cock with her juices, opening up to him further with every thrust. And although she still wasn’t making any noise, it was apparent from the look on her face that she was indeed enjoying this. Unequivocally.

This annoyed the hell out of Steve. Shyla wasn’t supposed to be getting anything out of this, it was supposed to be all about him. Getting revenge. Making her pay. Punishing her for what she’d done to him. But she was getting off on it! What the hell? It was time to turn things up a notch.

Steve grabbed ahold of both Shyla’s ankles and pushed her legs back until she was folded in half, her ankles hooked around each other above her head. Holding her legs in place with one hand, Steve proceeded to spank her ass with the other while he fucked her.

When that just seemed to turn her on even further he moved up to her tits, smacking them around while he slammed into her. But that didn’t work either. She just smiled and grew even more wet down there.

He then slapped her face a couple of times, and while this elicited a sharp gasp from Shyla’s mouth it also elicited another increase in the waterworks down below.

“Is that all you got?” Shyla said, her voice mocking.

Frustrated, Steve wrapped a hand around her throat. He stared down at her while he fucked her and choked her at the same time, waiting for her to break, but she just stared back, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he squeezed harder, restricting her breath but not cutting it off completely. Moments later she came, shuddering and shimmying against him as her pussy gushed juicy goodness and swallowed his cock even further, which suddenly brought him right to the edge of orgasm himself.

Cursing under his breath, Steve released his grip on her throat, pulled his cock from her pussy and grabbed ahold of her hair. He yanked her off the couch and pulled her head over towards him until her face was right in front of his cock.

He ordered her to open her mouth, which she did. Then he stuck his cock in her mouth and with his hand still holding a fistful of her hair, proceeded to fuck her face. A few pumps later and he was pulling his cock out to shoot his load all over her face. Steve came liked he’d never cum before, three huge streams, spraying her face with his milky-white sperm, his load covering her entire face. She’d kept her mouth closed, saving her from that indignity, but his cum was everywhere else; chin, cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes, even getting some in her hair.

“You’re right,” Shyla said. “That wasn’t so bad.”

She started to climb up and go for the papers to be signed but Steve stopped her.

“What?” she said.

“Not yet,” Steve replied.

“What do you mean, not yet? We fucked. You came. We’re done.”

“Yes, we fucked, and yes I came, but we’re not done. The session’s not over. I’m ready to go again.”

“Bullshit,” she said. “You’ve never cum more than once in a day, let alone twice in a row.”

“That was the old Steve,” he said. ‘This is the new one. See? My dick’s still hard. And I’m still ready to go.”

“Too bad,” Shyla said.

“For you, maybe,” Steve said.

“You said one last fuck.”

“I said one last fuck session. And last I checked, an orgasm didn’t end the session.”

“Last I checked, it did.”

“Bullshit,” Steve said. “I’ve seen you go for hours at a time with your new boyfriend, with not a single break in between. And I know he came more than once during those sessions. I saw it with my own eyes.”

Shyla looked at him with a weird combination of anger and resignation. But the resignation was all that Steve cared about. It told him that she knew he was right. Which meant that he was going to get his way.

“Fine,” she said. “But if you start to soften up at all, we’re done.”

“Seems fair enough.”

“Now can I go get a towel to wipe this stuff off my face?”

“No,” Steve said. “Don’t touch it. I want to fuck you with my cum still on your face. I want it to remind me how much of a slut you really are.”

A flash of pleasure skittered over Shyla’s face and Steve realized that she actually did enjoy getting treated like this. She was a true slut, through and through. Again he kicked himself for not taking advantage of it sooner. But at least he was taking care of it now. Better late than never.

He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and went back to work.

 

#

 

Steve came twice more before the day was up, but that was nothing compared to Shyla, who came at least five more times by his count. Even when he got exactly what he wanted she still was able to get more out of it than he was. Their marriage in a nutshell.

After the last romp they were sitting naked on the couch next to each other, sharing a cigarette, looking like they could have been a happy couple. Then they started talking.

“If you would’ve fucked me like that earlier I wouldn’t have started cheating on you,” Shyla said.

“If you hadn’t started cheating on me I would have never known you liked to get fucked like that,” Steve replied.

“Well, maybe if you would’ve tried it you would’ve found out.”

“Maybe if you ever sober enough to fuck me I would have tried,” Steve said.

“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t such an asshole I would have been sober more often.”

“And if you weren’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have been such an asshole.”

“Whatever,” Shyla said, standing up and grabbing the stack of papers from the table and handing them to Steve. “Just sign so we can end this relationship for good.”

“Fine,” Steve said. “Just give me a pen and let’s get it over with.”

Shyla reached into her purse, pulled one out and handed it to him.

Steve flipped to the last page and scribbled onto the line that called for his signature. He closed the papers up and handed them to Shyla.

Her relief was painted on her face as she folded the papers up without looking and stuffed them into her purse. Then she straightened herself out and without another word, turned and headed towards the front door.

A couple seconds later the door closed. Steve leaned back in the couch, pleased with himself. Not only had he just stuck it to his wife, he had done so in more ways than one. Unless she was married to Mickey Mouse, the signature on her divorce papers wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on. Smiling, he turned the TV on and grabbed himself a beer. Life was good.

 

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MAKING THINGS RIGHT

TAYLOR JORDAN

 

Nick and Micah walk into Micah’s apartment after a night out drinking. They’ve been dating for almost two months but haven’t gone all the way yet. At five and a half feet and 115 pounds with long, dark hair and a firm body, Micah is cute as hell but a bit of a tease, always messing around with Nick but shutting him down before things go too far. But tonight is going to be different. Or so Nick hopes.

Micah has brought Nick back to her place for the first time in their relationship after spending the last hour hinting at the fact that they’re finally going to fuck without actually coming out and saying it.

And sure enough, as soon as they close the front door behind them, Micah immediately leans in and starts kissing Nick, aggressively jamming her tongue into his mouth, exploring around while she rubs his chest with her hands.

Nick returns the favor, grabbing her asscheeks and giving them a squeeze.

Micah responds by running one hand further down and rubbing it against his rapidly growing cock.

Nick is definitely excited but still wary. They’ve screwed around like this before but not gotten any further and he doesn’t know if he can handle getting shut down again. So he pulls away before things get too heated, just to make sure that this is actually going to happen.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Nick asks.

“Positive,” Micah responds. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“No backing out at the last second?” he says, smiling a bit, pretending like he’s joking even though they both know he really isn’t.

“Nope,” Micah says, her lips turned up in a little smile. “I’m ready to go all the way.”

Nick gave her an exaggerated look of skepticism.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

He shrugged. “I just want to make sure that if we get started, you follow through on it this time. I don’t know if I can take getting shut down at the last second again.”

“That won’t happen,” Micah says, smiling wider now. “I promise.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nick says, smiling himself now. At this point, he’s just messing with Micah, forcing her to take the lead, to prove that she’s finally willing to go all the way. “I’ve heard that before.”


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