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KINKY EROTICA 30

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Misty Rose

Brock Landers

Dirk Rockwell

Michael Scott Taylor

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS OWNED BY MISTY ROSE

PUNISHING THE NEIGHBOR BY BROCK LANDERS

PERVERTED REQUESTS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

SUBMISSIVE LITTLE SLUT BY MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

 

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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS OWNED

MISTY ROSE

 

There’s nothing I enjoy more than getting fucked. Mouth, pussy, ass, it doesn’t matter. Nor does the manner in which is happens. Sometimes I like it slow and romantic, other times rough and tumble. Sometimes quiet and serious other times loud and playful. I like being in charge and getting dominated equally. It all depends on my mood that day. The key is to mix things up. Otherwise even sex can get stale.

This is why it’s essential to have different men available to do my bidding. Some are just more inclined to act a certain way. There are guys that are great at getting freaky but not so good at being romantic. Or ones that love being in control but aren’t so keen on being on the other side of the equation.

My friends keep on telling me there are men out there that offer the whole package; looks, a big cock, a decent personality and a wide palette of sexual tendencies but so far I haven’t met one. Which makes me believe that they don’t truly exist, especially considering how many men I’ve fucked over the years. If they’re out there I would have found one by now.

Oh well. Until I find that one perfect man I guess I’ll just have to keep trying out as many as I can.

 

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Today I woke up horny as hell. Even after playing around with my toys for a good hour I was still rearing to go. So I pulled out my special phone and started looking through my contact list.

I’ll fuck pretty much anybody once, but they have to offer something beyond the ordinary to make it into my special phone. It consists of a hundred or so men who bring something specific to the table.

I stop as soon as I come to Jack’s number. He’s exactly what I need today.

Jack is a specialist in rough sex. Now, for most women that’s not something that they would go back for, but like I may have mentioned earlier, I’m a dirty slut. And sometimes I just need to get manhandled. Like today. So I dial Jack’s number. After a brief conversation, we agree to meet as his place in an hour. And just like that, it’s done.

I jump in the shower to pretty myself up a bit and then it’s off to go get fucked.

 

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Precisely one hour later I’m knocking on Jack’s door.

His place is small but it doesn’t matter. I’m not concerned about the size of his home or the make of his car. I’m not worried about how much money he earns or what he does for a living. All I care about is what he’s going to do to me for the next thirty minutes or so. And it’s getting me wet just thinking about it.

Jack opens the door and ushers me in. I drop my purse to the floor, right there in the hall adjacent to the doorway as he closes the door behind us. I undo my coat and slither out of it, revealing my tight, tanned, completely naked body beneath.

As Jack turns to face me a nasty little smile creeps onto his face. He looks me up and down, practically licking his lips as he takes me in like a piece of meat.

“You like what you see?” I ask.

“Hell yes,” he says. “You’re looking better than ever.”

“I didn’t come here for compliments,” I say.

“Fair enough,” Jack says, stepping towards me and grabbing a handful of my hair. He yanks back on it, bending my neck back so my face is turned up towards the ceiling.

“Don’t expect me to hold back just because we haven’t seen each other in a while,” Jack says.

“I’m not,” I say. “That’s why I came to you. Because I knew you wouldn’t hold back.”

He takes this in with a nod. “All right. As long as we understand each other.”

“Perfectly,” I say.

“Good.” He releases my hair and moves his hand down to my throat and pushes me up against the wall. Squeezing, he cuts off my airflow, taking me right up to the point of passing out before releasing me.

I gasp for breath, my pussy getting wetter by the second.

With his hand still around my throat, holding me up against the wall but no longer depriving me of air, he pinches one of my nipples.

A deep, guttural moan escapes from my throat.

Jack smiles. Then he pinches my other nipple, harder this time.

I moan more loudly.

“You like that?” he says.

“I fucking love it,” I reply.

He slaps down on my tit.

I yelp and shiver. It feels so fucking good.

“What about that?” he asks.

“Even better,” I reply, my breath ragged. “Do it again.”

He does, smiling all the while.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Trading off, going from one of my tits to the other. Back and forth, back and forth, pausing for only a second in between, just enough for me to recover before slapping down on the other one.

My hand flies down to my pussy and I slip two fingers inside my dripping wet snatch.

For this I earn a slap across the face, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Jack he grabs ahold of my arm and pulls my fingers out of my pussy. He pins my wrist against the wall and holds it there.

“Did I tell you to play with yourself?” he says, his face right in front of mine, mere inches away.

I shake my head from side to side.

He slaps me again. I gasp. It’s more in pleasure than pain but I’m careful to keep my enjoyment off my face. I fucking love being manhandled like this but I can’t let him see that. I know it turns him on to think I’m in distress.

“You’re goddamn right I didn’t,” he says. “Next time you do something like that you’re going to regret it. Understand?”

I nod. My eyes are wide and radiating fear even though I don’t feel the slightest bit of it. I know I’m perfectly safe in his arms, no matter how dangerous things seem to be. We’ve played this little game a number of times before and I’ve never once gotten hurt.

“Good,” he says. “Now turn around.”

Jack spins me around, his hand now on the back of my neck, still holding me up against the wall. His free hand slides down my back and over my ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing one, then the other.

He slaps my ass. Once, twice, three times, all on the same cheek, each harder than the last, each smack causing me to whimper and my legs to buckle just a little bit.

He switches over to the other cheek and gives it the same treatment, holding me up against the wall the entire time, his hand now dug into my hair, turning my face so one half of it is smashed up against the wall.

Suddenly he yanks my hair back, pulling my head along with it, bending me over backwards, my legs still in place but my back arched.

He keeps pulling, forcing me to spin around to keep from falling on my back. But my momentum is so great that I can’t stop myself from falling my knees right there in front of him.

And then I’m staring up at him, his rock-hard cock standing at attention directly in front of my face as he looks down at me, his hand still grabbing a fistful of my hair.

“You want my cock, don’t you?” Jack says, holding my head up against the wall.

I nod vigorously and look up at him longingly.

“Open your mouth.”

I do as I’m told.

Jack steps forward and slips his cock into my mouth. His hands slide to the sides of my head as he continues to force his cock down my throat, shoving it all the way inside me until my nose is pressing up against his navel.

His cock is filling up my entire throat, making it impossible to breathe. I choke and gag but still he holds my head in place, keeping me from turning aside. The wall pressing against the back of my head keeps me from escaping.

“Look up at me you fucking slut,” he says, staring down at me as he forces me to deepthroat him.

I do my best, tilting my chin upwards as much as I can. Tears are leaking from my eyes but I can still see him grinning down at me, thoroughly enjoying the control he has over me.

I gag again. But still he doesn’t let me go. I open my mouth a little wider, allowing just a hint of air in. Clear saliva pours out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto the carpet.

Coughing behind his cock, my throat starts to clench up. But this just eggs Jack on even further. Somehow he forces his cock even deeper into my throat and holds it there for a moment before finally letting me off the hook.

Laughing, he pulls his cock out.

I gasp for breath, gulping in air as quickly as I can.

But I’ve barely even began to recover when he slaps me across the face again, forcing me to gasp in surprise, then sticks his cock right back into my mouth while my mouth is still open.

And then he’s fucking my face, his cock pumping in and out of my throat with furious intensity while he continues to hold my head in place against the wall.

I don’t even try and fight it, I just take in as much air as I can in between pumps, the saliva now pouring out of my mouth, soaking his cock and balls and dripping down my chin and all over my tits.

After he’s had enough of fucking my face Jack pulls his cock out of my mouth and slaps my cheek with it a couple of times before he yanks again on my hair and drags me over towards the couch.

Crawling on my hands and knees as he pulls me forward, I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he has me sitting on the floor with my back against the base of the couch. He positions me so the back of my head is on the cushion and my face is pointing towards the sky.

Without so much as a word, he turns around so his back is to me, lifts his feet up on the couch, squats over my head, and drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.

Knowing what he likes, I run my hands up beneath his ass and spread his cheeks apart, opening his ass up. I start licking his asshole, gently at first, getting him warmed up. As his asshole starts to relax and widen I go to work a little more aggressively, licking up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.

“Holy fucking shit you’re a nasty fucking slut,” Jack says, all in one breath. A couple seconds later he adds, “Stick your tongue out.”

I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it straight up into the air.

“That’s right,” Jack says as he starts rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Hold it right fucking there.”

Jack grinds on my face for a little bit, his asshole getting wider and wider with every pass, until finally it’s wide enough to accept the tip of my tongue inside it.

He moans softly and stops grinding, instead dropping his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.

I spread his cheeks wider, giving me deeper access to his asshole.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” he says, reaching down to smack my tits some more while I continue tonguing his asshole.

Jack lifts his body off my face for a few seconds, allowing me to catch my breath. Looking down at me with an evil glint in his eyes, he says, “You like the taste of my ass, don’t you?”

“I fucking love it,” I say. “Give it to me again.”

Jack smiles. “In a minute,” he says. “First I want you to suck my balls.”

“With pleasure,” I say, grabbing his sack and making a fist, forming a tight little pocket beneath my hand with his balls in the middle. I stick the newly formed pocket in my mouth, taking both his balls at once.

Jack moans as I start to work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue flickering constantly to heighten the sensation. He goes to work on my tits some more, which means he’s enjoying things. Smacking me around is his way of trying to take the attention off of the pleasure he’s feeling. It’s his way of avoiding an orgasm.

But it’s only a temporary reprieve, which is why he stands up, popping his balls from my mouth. He spits on my face and uses his cock to rub it in, pressing it against my cheek, rubbing it over my nose and under my eyes, then smacking me with it a couple of times.

More debasement, which just means I’m doing a good job.

Jack drops his asshole onto my mouth again and rides my face for a few seconds, but his heart isn’t really in it. It’s clear he’s ready to move onto something else.

Grabbing me by the hair, he stands up, lifting me up in the process. He hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist, and hoists me up. Then he spins me around and drops me on the couch, this time on my back but upside down. My legs are draped over the back of the couch and my head is hanging just off the cushion.

Facing me now, Jack drops to his knees. His raging cock is resting on the underside of my chin. He smacks me with it a couple of times and then sticks it in my mouth.

My head is hanging down, the blood rushing to it, while Jack fucks my face, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. He grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and proceeds to slam his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.

Saliva is pouring down my face, getting in my eyes and into my nose. It’s everywhere, coating my face, getting stuck in my hair, dripping onto the floor. All in all I’m a disgusting mess. But I’m loving every second of it. As evidenced by my soaking wet pussy.

Jack pumps my mouth a few more times before giving it to me balls deep, stuffing his cock all the way down my throat and holding it there.

I’m able to take him for a good ten seconds without any problem before gagging. But instead of pulling his cock out Jack just uses my vulnerability to force his cock even deeper into my throat. I gag again, a little harder this time, and follow it up with a heavy cough that expels some deep-spit from my mouth.

On a purely rational level, I know I have plenty of air in my lungs to survive for quite a bit longer, but my body doesn’t listen. It thrashes and bucks of it’s own accord. But Jack knows just as well as I do that there’s no danger yet, so he doesn’t let up one bit, keeping his cock planted firmly in my throat as I continue trying to squirm away.

My legs start banging against the back of the couch and I do everything in my power to get away from him but it’s all in vain. I simply don’t have any leverage.

And still Jack isn’t letting up on me at all. If anything he’s using my distress to try and force his cock even deeper inside my throat. My hands fly up and try to push him back but he’s too strong and no matter how much effort I put into it I can’t get him to budge one bit.

“Stop fighting it,” Jack says. “Just relax. You’re fine.”

I know he’s right but I still can’t stop my body from thrashing.

“I’m not going to let you breathe until you can get control of yourself,” he says. “Stop fighting me and I’ll give you what you need.”

I try to get control over my body but it’s difficult. Not getting air makes it act on it’s own. I manage to quell most of my flailing, save for the occasional gag. But that’s probably due more to my body starting to shut down the non-essential parts more than me getting control over it.

My world has started to turn gray around the edges and I’m filled with a strange euphoria. I seem to float out of my body, up near the ceiling. I’m looking down on Jack leaning into me, his cock still planted in my throat. I can hear his voice but it’s distant and tinny, like it’s coming from an old transistor radio.

“That’s better,” Jack says. “Five more seconds and I’ll let you breathe.”

He starts to count down.

“Five,” he says, his voice barely audible.

Then, “four.”

But I don’t hear the rest.

The next thing I know the world explodes in color. I’m gasping for breath and coughing and squirming and trying to make sense of things. I’m pretty sure I passed out but I’m not positive. The only thing I know for sure is my pussy is open wide and soaking wet and I’m hyper sensitive throughout my entire body.

Jack’s been here before; he knows exactly what to do. He doesn’t waste any time, spinning me around so I’m facing him. He pushes on the back of my thighs, lifting my ass up to give himself a better angle. I know exactly where he’s going and hook my arms under my legs, holding them in place.

He slips two fingers inside my pussy and starts to bang away, not even bothering to take it slow.

I groan and try not to screams as he fingerfucks me, his hand moving quickly against me, his fingers curled up at the tip, allowing him to reach my G-spot.

He pauses just long enough to slide another finger into me, then goes back to pounding my wet pussy, his fingers filling me up while sliding in and out of me with increased intensity.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” I groan, my legs shaking and my vision blurry. Something about getting finger-banged has always turned me on. I love it almost as much as getting fucked proper. Sometimes even more.

Jack pauses one last time to slip a fourth finger into me before again slamming away. I stifle a scream as the pressure builds, threatening to overflow.

He reaches out with his free hand and wraps it around my throat. Staring down at me, his eyes locked onto mine, he chokes me while continuing to bang my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me by now.

 The intense pleasure from his fingers makes me breathe harder, but his hand chokes off my air supply, which turns me on even more, which forces my body to search for more air, which increases the sensation, which brings me closer and closer to cumming.

And then I’m nearly there, my body tensing up in preparation of release. I’m poised right on the edge of a body-wracking orgasm, held off only by the lack of oxygen getting to my lungs.

Moments later, Jack releases his grip on my throat, and doing so, brings a tidal wave of an orgasm crashing down all at once. My pussy gushes juices all over his hand and my body shakes and shimmies and I let out a tremendous, wordless scream.

But Jack isn’t done. Not yet.

Before I’ve even had  a chance to recover he slides his cock into me and starts pounding away, his hands on the back of my legs, pushing them down onto the couch alongside my head.

 Leaning into me, his entire bodyweight on top of me, Jack fucks the shit out of me, his rock-hard cock slamming in and out of my pussy with relentless aggression, his balls slapping up against my asshole.

Loud, continuous groans are coming out of my mouth of their own accord. I have no control over my vocal chords anymore. No control over anything, actually, which is exactly what I was hoping for when I came to see Jack. He’s delivered on every level, just like he always does.

His hands wander from my legs to my tits. He squeezes them while he continues fucking me, his body slamming into mine, giving me his cock balls-deep with every thrust.

“Give me that fucking cock,” I say, staring right at him, our eyes locked together. “Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked.”

My talking riles Jack up, as he starts giving it to me even more intensely, hammering away at my pussy with everything he has.

He’s close to cumming now, I can see it in his face.

“That’s right,” I say. “Punish me, baby. Make me pay. Make me fucking pay!”

Jack’s grunting like a caveman now, his eyes wide and his face red and sweaty. He’s getting closer. One of his hands slide up and grabs a fistful of my hair. Squeezing tightly, he holds my head down while continuing to hammer away at me.

“Goddammit,” I scream. “Own my fucking pussy. Own me!”

“Shut your mouth,” he says, smacking me in the face. “Shut your fucking trap.”

I smile and say, “Do it again,” knowing that it’ll help him finish me off.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice, reaching out and smacking me again.

“Harder,” I say. “Slap me like you mean it.”

Jack slaps me again. The sound is like a gunshot in the small room.

“Harder!” I scream.

So he does, smiling wickedly at me.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

His smile grows wider as he slaps me again, hard enough to make my cheek sting.

“That’s better,” I say between gasping breaths. Getting smacked around is turning me on just as much as it’s turning him on, if not more. “Again.”

He does.

“Again,” I say.

Jack smacks me again. And again. And again, without me having to ask for it any longer.

My face is tingling and tears are leaking out of my eyes but I’m enjoying every second of it. And so is he. I can see it in his face. He’s going to cum any moment now.

“Cum on my face, baby,” I say. “I want you to make a mess out of my slutty little face.”

“Holy fucking shit,” he says, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth and pulling his cock out of me.

I slide off the couch and drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his cock and take it in my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum,” he says while I blow him, my hand and my mouth working in unison, jerking and sucking him off at the same time. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

I slide his cock out of my mouth but continue jerking him off, the saliva from my mouth allowing me to squeeze his cock tightly while it flies over his shaft.

“Come on baby,” I say, telling him exactly what he wants to hear. “Paint my face with your cum. Make me pretty. Make me fucking shine.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he says as his body tenses up for a moment then releases, shooting ropes of white sperm out of his cock and all over my face.

I take one squirt on the chin and one on the forehead, then I open wide and let some of it in my mouth. I continue jerking him off, his cock spitting out the last remnants of his sperm, sending it flying. Some gets in my hair, some on my chest, some even on my legs.

I play with his cock until it’s all but empty, taking it in my mouth at the very end to suck the final last couple of drops out. He

Jack is looking down at my sperm-splattered face, smiling goofily, all his previous tough-guy attitude completely melted away. Now that he’s shot his load, he’s just a typical man, nothing special about him whatsoever. They’re all the same after they’ve cum. It’s the male curse.

“Wow, you are one dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he says, shaking his head and laughing softly. He holds one hand down to help me up.

“The dirtiest,” I reply, grabbing ahold of his offered hand and standing up. I lean in towards him. “Care to give me a kiss?”

“Yeah, right,” he says, backing away quickly. “I’ll get you a towel though.”

“Thanks,” I say as he grabs a towel from the bathroom and tosses it my way.

Neither one of us says anything else as I clean myself up and slip my jacket back on. After tying it off I head for the door. Now that I’ve got what I needed from him, there’s no reason to linger. Especially since he’s lost his mojo.

It’s not until I reach for the doorknob that he finds the balls to say anything to me.

“Feel free to call me anytime you want,” he says, his voice lacking confidence. “I’m always here for you.”

“I know,” I say, flashing him a little smile. Then I turn, open the door, and walk out, closing the door behind me. On to my next conquest.

 

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PUNISHING THE NEIGHBOR

BROCK LANDERS

 

Nikki Fox, a stunning blonde with a thin, lithe, rock-hard body honed in the gym on a daily basis, is standing in the living room talking to her husband Mark, an equally fit, ex-college athlete with a full head of brown hair and an angular, attractively rugged face. Both are in their early thirties and both look great for their age. They’ve been married for 11 years, each of which has been better than the last.


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