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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.

 

#

 

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.

There are many reasons for their continued marital success, including a complete openness with one another and an us-against-the-world attitude. But the biggest factor is their willingness to engage in deviant, perverted sexual acts; not only with each other, but involving third (and sometimes even fourth or fifth) parties.

Over the years, they have participated in many types of different sexual scenarios, sometimes setting them up themselves and sometimes letting others do the planning. But recently they have stumbled upon a game they like to play more than any other, the specifics of which they are discussing at this very moment in the living room of their immaculately furnished 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.

“Are you sure Cindy’s up for this?” Nikki says.

“Positive,” Mark replies. “I’ve been setting it up for weeks. She’s totally into me. I’ve had to fight her off with a stick for the last couple of days. She’s just waiting for you to leave.”

“And you’re certain it’ll go the way we want?”

“Positive,” Mark says. “You know me. I have a knack for these things.”

“You do indeed,” Nikki says. “That’s why I love you so much.”

She steps into him and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He returns the kiss and they make out, each more excited than usual. They’ve done this sort of thing before, of course, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

Nikki breaks off the kiss and grabs Mark’s cock, gripping it beneath his pants. “I see that you’re already hard with anticipation.”

Mark runs his fingers under Nikki’s skirt and rubs her pussy over her panties. “And I see that you’re already wet.”

“You know I like the sort of thing as much as you do.”

“Which is why I love you so much.”

They smile at each other, their faces conveying genuine emotion.

“Now go,” Mark says, slapping Nikki on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

 

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Five minutes later, Nikki pulls her car out of the garage and closes the garage door behind her. Two minutes after that there’s a knock on their front door. Mark looks through the peephole, just to be sure.

It’s Cindy. She’s wearing a slinky, lacy, black top and a jean skirt, with lots of makeup and her hair done up. Her intentions are obvious.

Mark answers the door, opening it and hustling Cindy into the house and quickly closing the door behind them, acting like they’re worried about getting caught.

Cindy is a 20-year old girl college student that lives down the street who’s home for the summer. She’s a cute little long-haired brunette with a thin frame, small but perky tits, a great ass, and legs that didn’t quit. But more importantly, the word around the neighborhood is that not only is she a total slut, but that she just adores older men. Which is why Mark and Nikki chose her for their little game.

“Are you sure your wife is gone for the whole day?” Cindy asks Mark as he leads her up the stairs to the bedroom, not wasting any time.

“Positive,” Mark says. “We’ve got at least three hours until she comes home. And I’m planning on using all of them.”

Cindy giggled and grabbed his ass as they climbed the stairs.

“Are you sure you can last that long?” Cindy asks.

“I’m like the energizer bunny,” Mark says, looking back at her. “I keep going, and going, and going . . .”

“I certainly hope so,” Cindy says as they come to the top of the stairs. “Because I’ve haven’t had a good fucking since I’ve been back from college. All the boys around here are lame.”

 

#

 

Thirty seconds later they’re in the bedroom. Mark’s pants are around his ankles and Cindy is on her knees, with one hand gripping the base of his cock and her lips wrapped around the tip.

“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” Cindy asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.

“I fucking love it,” Mark says, his head cocked a little sideways, listening.

And sure enough, a few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and then closing is audible throughout the house.

Cindy quickly pulls her mouth off Mark’s cock and looks up at him.

“Who’s that?” she whispers.

“It must be Nikki,” Mark says, acting surprised.

“I thought you said she was gone for the day?” Cindy whispers desperately.

“She was supposed to be,” Mark whispers back. They can hear the sounds of Nikki rummaging around downstairs. Marks pulls his boxers and pants back up and buttons them.

“What do we do?” Cindy asks.

“Nothing,” Mark replies. “She probably just forgot something. She’ll be back out the door within seconds.”

But immediately after the words leave Mark’s mouth Nikki calls out to him.

“Mark? Mark, honey, have you seen my cell phone?”

“I think it’s downstairs,” Mark calls out. Cindy is still on her knees on the floor, looking frightened and nervous.

“I can’t find it,” Nikki says. “I think I may have left it in our room.”

Cindy curses under her breath and starts to climb to her feet.

“No, it’s not in here,” Mark calls out.

“I’m pretty sure it is,” Nikki says. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood stairs is audible. “I’m coming up to check.”

“What do I do?” Cindy says, panicked.

“Go hide in the closet,” Mark says quickly.

“But what if she looks for her phone in there?” Cindy says.

“She won’t,” Mark replies, forcing himself not to smile. He gives Cindy a little push in the direction of the closet. “Now go! Hurry!”

Cindy quickly moves to the other side of the room and scrambled into the walk-in closet and closes the door behind her.

No more than five seconds later, Nikki enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Mark a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen it in here?” Nikki asks Mark, her tone not reflecting her knowledge of the situation.

“Positive,” Mark says. “I’ve looked everywhere.” He flicks his head towards the closet.

“Is she in there?” Nikki mouths without saying the words aloud.

Mark nods.

“I think I left it in my pants yesterday,” Nikki says aloud.

“In the bathroom?” Mark asks.

“No,” Nikki replies. “In the closet.”

“They’re not in there,” Mark says, grinning widely all the while.

“Of course they are,” Nikki says. “I hung them up yesterday after I wore them.”

“Are you sure?” Mark says. “I thought you put them in the laundry already.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nikki says, moving towards the closet. “I know right where I put them.”

“Wait,” Mark says, more loudly than necessary, still playing the part for Cindy’s benefit. “I think I saw your phone downstairs.”

“Why are you acting so funny?” Nikki says, putting her hand on the closet door handle in an attempt to ramp up Cindy’s anxiety. “Is there something in the closet you don’t want me to see?”

“No,” Mark says, barely able to keep from cracking up. “It’s nothing like that.”

Nikki lets the silence build for a few moments, then says, “Bullshit. What the fuck did you stash in there? Your fucking girlfriend?”

“No,” Mark says, his smile larger than ever. He’s practically giddy with excitement. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“If I’m being ridiculous, then it doesn’t matter if I open this closet, does it?” Nikki says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Cindy sweat it for a little while longer.

“If that’s what you want to do,” Mark says.

“You really don’t care?” Nikki says, opening the door just a little bit.

“Not at all,” Mark says.

Nikki closes the door and lets go of the handle. “Well, in that case, maybe I should look somewhere else for my phone. I don’t I left it in my pants anyway.”

“Like I said, whatever you want,” Mark says.

“I think I may have put my pants in the bathroom after all,” Nikki says. “Can you go take a look for me?”

“Sure,” Mark replies. “Which pants did you say they were in?”

“My black jeans,” Nikki says.

“Okay, I’ll check,” Mark says, not making a move.

“Go!” Nikki whispers, waving Mark away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Cindy. If she realizes it’s a setup that’ll take some of the fun away. “And wipe that smile off your face!” she adds, whispering that too.

Mark turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Nikki again grabs ahold of the door handle and opens the door to the walk-in closet.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding in here,” she says under her breath, flipping on the light to reveal two legs protruding from the bottom of Mark’s shirts.

Nikki spreads the shirts apart, revealing Cindy. She’s got a scared look on her face and tears are dripping down her face.

“Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Nikki says, staring down at Cindy. “You’re that girl from down the street, right?”

Cindy nods.

“Cindy, right?”

Cindy nods again.

“Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my closet?” Nikki asks, her voice harsh.

Cindy shakes her head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Nikki says. She grabs Cindy by the hair and uses it to pull the younger girl out of the closet. “Come on, you little slut. Time to pay the piper.”

Nikki drags Cindy out of the closet and into the bedroom.

“On your knees,” Nikki says to Cindy. “Right here, in the middle of the floor.”

Cindy does as she’s told.

Two seconds later, Mark walks in. “Uh-oh,” he says, trying to look and sound dismayed.

“Uh-oh is right,” Nikki says. “What about you, Mark? Do you feel like explaining what’s going on here?”

“Well, uh—” Mark starts.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Nikki says. “Nobody has to explain anything. It’s pretty fucking obvious what’s going on here.”

“Listen, Nikki,” Mark says. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure it’s not,” Nikki replies. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”

“I thought you were out for the day,” Mark says, dropping his head.

“You thought wrong,” Nikki snaps back.

“Listen, I just—”

“Zip it,” Nikki says, pointing at Mark. “I’ll deal with you later. First I’m going to deal with her. She turns her attention to Cindy, who is still sitting on her knees on the floor, sniffling, trying to stem the tide of her tears. “What about you, Cindy? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry?” Cindy says, framing it like a question.

“You aren’t yet,” Nikki says, still holding onto Cindy’s hair. “But you will be. You’ll be very sorry.”

“You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?” Cindy asks.

“I guess that depends,” Nikki says.

“On what?”

“On you.”

“What do you mean?”

“The choice is yours,” Nikki says, “I can either drive you back home and tell your parents exactly what happened here, or we can dole out your punishment right here, right now.”

“What kind of punishment?” Cindy asks.

“Whatever I deem appropriate,” Nikki says.

Cindy nods her head. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll accept your punishment.”

“Are you sure?” Nikki says. “Once we get started, you won’t be able to change your mind.”

“I’m sure,” Cindy says. “Do you worst to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Nikki says, smiling like a demon. “We will. But first I want to get a few things straight in my head. Who started this whole mess?”

“It was all her,” Mark says.

“Is that true?” Nikki asks Cindy

“No,” Cindy says.

“No? So you came over here to fuck my husband against your will? Did Mark force you to come over here?”

“Well, no,” Cindy says. “But he started it. He approached me first.”

“Of course he did,” Nikki says. “He’s a man. They all think with their dicks. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell him no.”

“I tried,” Cindy says.

“Obviously not too hard,” Nikki says.

“She practically begged for it,” Mark says. “She came over here every time you left the house, trying to get me to let her in.”

Nikki looks at him for a moment before turning her attention back to Cindy. “Is that right?” she asks.

Cindy just shrugs.

“Yeah, I bet you did,” Nikki says, her attention still on Cindy. “You’re just a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

Cindy shrugs again. A defiant little smile has worked its way onto her lips. She’s obviously given up trying to play the innocent girl.

“You love cock, don’t you?” Nikki says.

Cindy nods.

“And you want my husbands cock, don’t you?”

Cindy nods again.

“That’s what I thought,” Nikki says. Pointing at Mark, she says, “You, drop your pants and pull your cock out.”

Mark does as he’s told, trying to act dismayed even though his rock-hard cock is betraying his true feelings.

“So you want my husband’s cock, huh? Then here,” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head towards Mark’s cock, which is harder than ever. “Start fucking sucking on it then you little slut. Show me what you can do.”

Still holding onto Cindy’s hair with one hand, Nikki circles around so she’s behind the younger girl. With her free hand, she yanks Cindy’s arms back and holds them in place behind her back.

“You like it when men use all your holes, don’t you?” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head forward and back, forcing her to suck Mark’s cock. “That’s right, you little slut. Suck my husbands fucking cock.”

Nikki gets more aggressive, pushing and pulling Cindy’s head off of Mark’s cock with more force and speed with every passing second. It isn’t long before Cindy is gagging and coughing, with spittle running down her chin and onto the floor. But Nikki doesn’t let up, pushing Cindy’s head further and further forward until she’d nearly taking all of Mark’s cock with every thrust.

After a good thirty seconds of constant sucking, Nikki holds Cindy’s head in place with Mark’s cock deep inside her mouth for a few beats before letting off, giving Cindy a chance to breathe.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Nikki says to Cindy. “What do you think, Mark? Does she know what she’s doing?”

“She sure as hell does,” Mark says.

Looking up at Mark, Nikki says. “What do you say we see how good she is a deepthroating?”

“I say that sounds like a great idea,” Mark says, smiling.

Nikki smiles up at him. “Yeah, I think so too,” she says.

“What do you think about that?” Nikki says to Cindy. “Does that sound like a good idea to you?”

Still controlling Cindy’s head with her hand, Nikki forces Cindy’s head to move up and down as though she’s nodding.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Nikki says. “Now open wide.”

Cindy does as she’s told.

Nikki spits in Cindy’s mouth then pushes on the back of her head, forcing Cindy to take Mark’s cock in her mouth once again. But this time, instead of pulling it back Nikki continues pushing until Mark’s entire cock disappears inside Cindy’s mouth.

Releasing Cindy’s arms, Nikki uses both hands to push on the back of Cindy’s head, holding her in place with her nose against Mark’s belly and his cock deep in her throat. Cindy coughs and gags but Nikki doesn’t let up. Cindy gags again and tries to pull away but Nikki doesn’t let her, continuing to hold her in place, forcing her to deepthroat Mark.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nikki asks mockingly. “I didn’t say you were done yet.”

Cindy gags yet again, deeper this time—a deep, ragged sound—and her chest heaves as she desperately tries to pull away. But Nikki still isn’t done. She holds Cindy in place for another five seconds before finally letting go.

Cindy’s head snaps back and she gasps for breath while saliva drips down out of her mouth and onto her chest. Her eyes are watering, making her mascara run.

Nikki still has a hold of Cindy’s hair and uses it to yank her head around in loose circles before pulling sharply on it, forcing Cindy’s chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure. Cindy lets out a sharp yelp.

“Oh, the poor little slut can’t handle playing with the big boys,” Nikki says, laughing. She bends down until her face is directly above Cindy’s. “I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to start blowing my husband you stupid little cunt.”

Nikki slaps Cindy in the face, eliciting a flinch and another yelp from the smaller, younger girl.

“Oh, you didn’t like that, did you?” Nikki says, laughing some more.

Cindy shakes her head from side to side.

Nikki slaps her again. “Well, now you know how I feel when I saw your slutty little ass in that closet.”

Nikki releases Cindy’s hair and spins her entire body around so she’s facing away from Mark. Looking up at Mark, who’s still standing above both of them, Nikki says, “What do you say? Should we let her off the hook with just a warning?”

“It’s up to you,” Mark says.

Nikki pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nah,” Nikki says. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet.” She pushes down on Cindy’s shoulders, forcing the smaller girl onto her hands and knees. “Now you’re going to see what happens to bad little sluts when they fuck the wrong man.”

Nikki drops down to her knees directly behind Cindy She flips Cindy’s skirt up over her back, revealing Cindy’s tiny little ass, covered up only by a black g-string. Nikki yanks the g-string to the side, putting Cindy’s shaved pussy on display.

“Holy crap,” Nikki says to nobody in particular. “You’re pussy is soaking wet you dirty little slut. You love this shit, don’t you?”

Cindy reluctantly nods her head.

“You actually enjoy getting treated like shit, right?”

Cindy nods her head again.

Nikki smacks her on the asscheek. “What about that?” Nikki asks. “Do you like that too?”

Cindy nods.

“Say it,” Nikki says, smacking her other cheek. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it,” Cindy says, although not all that convincingly.

“I don’t believe you,” Nikki says, smacking her again, harder this time. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

“I love it,” Cindy says, louder and more vigorously.

“Close,” Nikki says, smacking her ass yet again. “But you’re still not quite there.”

“I love it!” Cindy says, practically screaming the words as Nikki continues smacking her ass, one cheek and then the other, making them shine bright red while Mark looks on with a vague little smile on his face. “I love it! I love it! I fucking love it!”

“That’s better,” Nikki says, smacking Cindy’s ass one last time before stopping. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes,” Cindy says between deep breaths as she tries to recover.

“Do you?” Nikki says. “Because I don’t. Not even close. We’ve still got a long ways to go, missy.” She points her finger at Mark. “You. Over here. On your knees in front of her.”

Still smiling, Mark does as he’s told, his hard cock mere centimeters from Cindy’s mouth.

“Now fuck her face while I work on her pussy,” Nikki says.

“Gladly,” Mark replies, grabbing ahold of Cindy’s head and holding it in place as he thrusts his hips forward, slipping his cock into her mouth.

Nikki drops to her knees and slips two fingers into Cindy’s shaved, dripping wet pussy. They slide in easily, with very little resistance.

“You really do love this, don’t you?” Nikki says, laughing under her breath. Sitting perpendicular to Cindy, she works her fingers into Cindy’s pussy without mercy, slamming them in and out as quickly as she can while Mark continues to fuck Cindy’s face.

“Answer me,” Nikki says, sliding a third finger into Cindy’s pussy.

Cindy mumbles something as best she can with Mark’s cock still working in and out of her mouth.

“I can’t hear you,” Nikki says, slamming her fingers even more aggressively into Cindy’s pussy.

“Yes,” Cindy manages to somehow say even though Marks cock is still in her mouth.

“You can take even more, can’t you?” Nikki asks.

“Yes,” Cindy manages again.

Nikki slips a fourth finger into her pussy, forcing it in despite the tight fit, and continues banging away.

Cindy lets out a deep groan but Mark just takes the opportunity to jam his cock deeper into her mouth. He holds it there, deep in Cindy’s throat, while Nikki holds her fingers as far as they’ll go into Cindy’s pussy, also holding them there.

Cindy shimmies and shakes from the double-ended deep penetration but there’s nowhere for her to go.

“Take it,” Nikki says, punctuating the words with another slap to Cindy’s ass. “Take it like the dirty little slut you are.”   

  And take it Cindy does, still gagging and moaning behind Mark’s cock but not fighting so hard to get away.

“That’s a good girl,” Nikki says, sliding her fingers out of Cindy’s pussy just as Mark slips his cock out of her mouth. “You’re ready for the next step.”

As Cindy fights to recover, Nikki grabs her by the hair and spins her around so that her ass is now facing Mark. Cindy still hasn’t fully caught her breath when Nikki jams her fingers into Cindy’s mouth.

“Do you know where those just were?” Nikki asks, taunting Cindy. “They were jammed into your pussy.”

Cindy gags, but whether it’s from the thought of tasting her own pussy or because Nikki has jammed her fingers so deep into her throat that’s causing it. Not that it matters all that much, because Nikki has her own ideas on the matter.

“Oh, you don’t like that, huh?” Nikki says. “Well too fucking bad, bitch. You brought this onto yourself. Now lick those fingers clean of your juices while by husband fucks your pussy from behind.”

Nikki looks up at Mark and nods her head. Mark’s smile widens and he scoots his body forward until he’s sidled up to Cindy. Then he slips his cock into her pussy.

Mark hammers away at Cindy, fucking her from behind while Nikki continues to hold her fingers in Cindy’s throat.

“Fuck her good,” Nikki says. “Pummel that pussy with your fucking cock. Give it to her deep and hard, just like she likes it.” Nikki slides her fingers out of Cindy’s mouth. “That is how you like it, right?”

Cindy nods.

Nikki gives her a mildly threatening look, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes.

“Yes,” Cindy says between moans of pleasure. “That’s how I like it. Hard and deep.”

“See?” Nikki says, looking up at Mark. “Straight from her own mouth. You heard the girl. Give it to her like you mean it.”

Mark’s grin grows wider and he starts pumping his hips harder and faster, his groin slamming up against Cindy’s tight little ass, pushing her body forward every time they come together.

The sounds of sex fill the room—the wet smacking of flesh, grunts and groans and moans and heavy breathing.

“There you go,” Nikki says to Mark. “I always knew you had it in you. It just took a dirty little slut to bring it out of you.” She rises up and leans forward and sticks her tongue into Mark’s mouth and the two of them make out while Mark continues fucking Cindy from behind.

After breaking off the kiss, Nikki positions herself so she’s on her knees in front of Cindy. “Are you ready for the next stage in your punishment?” she asks Cindy.

“Yes,” Cindy answers between deep, gasping breaths.

“Very good,” Nikki says. “You answered without even being told this time. You’re progressing nicely.”

“Thank you,” Cindy says.

“Now it’s time for the master class,” Nikki says, pulling her own shirt and then bra off, revealing perfectly round, incredibly perky tits which are obviously fake but tastefully done. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Cindy answers.

Smiling, Nikki grabs ahold of the back of Cindy’s head with both of her hands, and simultaneously pulls Cindy’s head forward while leaning in towards her, smashing Cindy’s face up against Nikki’s flesh, right in between her tits.

With Nikki’s arms wrapped around Cindy’s head, she hold Cindy in place against her, smothering the younger girl with her flesh while Mark continues hammering away at her pussy from behind.

Ten seconds later Nikki releases Cindy, giving the younger girl a chance to breathe. Nikki allows Cindy two deep gulps of air before pushing down on the younger girl’s shoulders, forcing her head to the carpet.

“Get your head down,” Nikki says, angling Cindy’s face so half of it is pressed up against the carpet before climbing to her feet. “Right there. That’s right. Just like that. Stay right there.”

As Mark continues pummeling Cindy relentlessly from behind, not letting up at all, Nikki slips her sandals off then puts her foot on Cindy’s head, pressing down on it, keeping flush against the carpet.

“Slap her ass,” Nikki says to Mark. “Punish that dirty little slut while you fuck her.”

Mark obliges, smacking Cindy’s ass cheek with an open palm until it’s bright red.

“Okay, I’m sick of being on the outside looking in,” Nikki says, slipping out of her jeans, revealing a red g-string. “Time to get more involved.”

“Go for it,” Mark says, pausing for a little break but keeping his cock planted deep in Cindy pussy. “Show her what it’s like to play with the big kids.”

“I’m planning on it,” Nikki says, dropping down to her knees with her shins on the floor. She drops her pussy on Cindy’s head and rubs it back and forth. But that’s not enough for her.

“Something’s missing,” Nikki says to Mark. “We’re still taking it too easy on her.” She thinks for a moment, then sees her shirt on the floor. “Aaaahhhh,” she says, reaching over and grabbing the shirt. “I’ve got it.”

Still sitting atop Cindy’s head, Nikki lays the shirt across Cindy’s shoulders, then grabs the younger girls arms and wrenches them backwards until they’re folded behind her back, her wrists crossed over at the small of her back.

Cindy lets out a little yelp.

“Oh, you didn’t like that?” Nikki says mockingly. “Well too fucking bad. You should have thought about that before you decided to try and fuck my husband. Now shut up and take it.” Nikki turns her attention to Mark. “Hold her arms there,” she says.

Mark does as he’s told, keeping his cock inside Cindy but not moving for the time being.

“Did I tell you to stop fucking her?” Nikki says.

“No,” Mark replies. If he’s bothered by being bossed around like that he makes no indication. In fact, from the little smile perched on his face, it seems like he enjoys it.

“That’s right,” Nikki says. “I didn’t. So start up again.”

Mark obliges, working his cock in and out of Cindy’s pussy more aggressively than ever while continuing to hold onto her arms.

“That’s better,” Nikki says. She grabs the shirt and wraps it around Cindy’s wrists in a complicated pattern, binding them together behind Cindy’s back, incapacitating them.

“There we go,” Nikki says, obviously satisfied. “Now we can get to work on this little slut for real.”

Riding Cindy’s head once again, Nikki leans forward and starts making out with Mark while he continues fucking Cindy from behind.

“You like fucking this little slut, don’t you?” Nikki says after breaking off the kiss. Her face is mere centimeters from Mark’s.

Smiling, Mark nods.

“That’s good, because I like watching you fuck her,” Nikki says. “But I can’t help but think we’re still being too easy on her.”

“I agree,” Mark says.

“What do you think?” Nikki says. “Should you stick your cock in her tight little asshole?”

Mark nods vigorously.

“Yeah?” Nikki says. “Do you want to fuck her ass?”

“Very much so,” Marks says.

“I’d ask Cindy if that’s okay with her,” Nikki says. “But it doesn’t really matter, does it? Because we’re going to do it anyway. But first, we need to get it ready.”

Keeping her pussy on top of Cindy’s head, Nikki leans down further, takes one of Cindy’s asscheeks in each hand, and opens them up, exposing her tight little asshole.

“You hold these open,” Nikki says to Mark. “I’ll get her warmed up.”

Mark takes over, spreading Cindy’s asscheeks with his hands while Nikki sticks the middle finger of her right hand into her mouth. Once it’s good and lubed up with her saliva, Nikki slides her middle finger into Cindy’s asshole.

Cindy lets out a little shriek.

“Again, I don’t care,” Nikki says while working her finger into Cindy’s asshole while Mark continues fucking her pussy. “If you play with the bull you get the horns. Next time maybe you’ll think about what you’re doing before you play with another woman’s husband. Now shut your mouth and take it.”

After Nikki loosens up Cindy’s asshole with one finger, she lets a trail of saliva drop out of her mouth and into the crack of Cindy’s ass and watches it run down the edge of her ass and into her anus. Nikki uses this extra spit to slip her index finger into Cindys asshole, making it two total.

Cindy doesn’t shriek this time, instead her moan reveals more than a hint of pleasure.

“Oh,” Nikki says to Mark. “I think she likes it.”

“Then I guess it’s time for my cock,” Mark says.

“My thoughts exactly.”

Nikki pulls her fingers out of Cindy’s asshole and grabs ahold of the base of Mark’s cock. She pulls the rest of his cock out of Cindy’s pussy, then nestles it up against Cindy’s asshole, which is gaping and ready to accept it.

Mark pushes his hips forward and lets out a low groan as his cock slides into Cindy’s asshole. Cindy takes in a sharp breath and lets out a high-pitched moaning whine. But Mark pays no heed, continuing to push ahead, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into Cindy’s asshole, one inch at a time while Cindy squirms moans beneath him.

“There you go,” Nikki says, her smile wider than ever. “Give her the whole fucking thing. Don’t stop until your cock has disappeared inside her.”

Mark’s hands have migrated to Cindy’s hips for leverage and Nikki replaces them with her own, holding Cindy’s asscheeks open, giving her a clear view of her husbands cock disappearing inside Cindy’s asshole.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Nikki says once Mark is balls deep inside of Cindy. “Now pummel her fucking asshole like there’s no tomorrow.”

So Mark does, pulling his hips back before pushing them forward, fucking Cindy’s asshole with his entire cock with every thrust. He takes it slowly at first, getting her nice and loose, but it isn’t long before he’s hammering his cock in and out of her, his balls slapping up against her pussy while his cock slams in and out of her asshole.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” Nikki says. Her head is lying on top of Cindy’s ass, her face mere inches from the younger girls asshole. Nikki looks up at Mark with gleaming eyes. “She takes that cock good in her ass, doesn’t she?”


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