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KINKY EROTICA 53

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Brock Landers

JT Holland

Misty Rose

Dirk Rockwell

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, femdom, lesbians and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PUNISHING THE ROOMMATE BY BROCK LANDERS

POUNDING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT’S ASS BY JT HOLLAND

OWNING MY ROOMMATE BY MISTY ROSE

ONE HELL OF A FILTHY SLUT BY DIRK ROCKWELL

 

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PUNISHING THE ROOMMATE

BROCK LANDERS

 

Scott Horton had finally had enough. His roommate Rachel had crossed the line one too many times.

It wasn’t just the practical jokes: the salt in the sugar shaker, the Icy-hot in his boxers, the Ben-gay in his body wash, and even the hemorrhoid cream that she’d replaced his toothpaste with. And it wasn’t just how she stole his food from the fridge and wore his clothes when hers were dirty and borrowed his car without asking. It was all of these things, taken as a whole, that had Scott right on the edge of losing it. But still, he’d not lashed out at her. After all, Rachel was hot as shit, and since Scott was a red-blooded twenty-five year old male, that bought her a lot of leeway.

But then she did something to put him over the edge. And for that, she had to be punished.

 

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It was the end of October and the bills were almost past due. Not just the rent, but utilities also. And so far, every time Scott had approached Rachel about it, she’d blown him off. So when he sat on the chair opposite the couch, which Rachel was lying on while talking on her phone, Scott was already close to his boiling point.

“We need to talk about the bills,” Scott said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rachel replied, waving him off. “Later. I’m on the phone.”

Scott took a deep breath to keep his anger down while Rachel went back to her phone call, chatting about the party she’d been to the night before and how wasted she’d gotten and how she ended up waking up the next morning in some random dude’s house.

Scott had heard similar stories from her before, and knew that Rachel was quite the slut, even though they’d never screwed around together. And to be honest, this bothered him a little bit, that she’d fuck random guys on a regular basis but not him. But that was an issue for another day. Right now it was about money. And not only that, but respect.

“Rachel,” Scott said, more forcefully this time. “We need to talk about the bills. It’s important.”

“It can wait,” Rachel said, talking to him without even looking at him. “I’m busy.” And with that, she went back to yapping away as though he wasn’t even there.

Scott took another deep breath and held it inside for a few seconds before breathing out.  He didn’t want to lose his temper, but he was certainly on the verge of doing so. Another dismissal or two and it would be all over.

“Can you call your friend back?” Scott asked, trying hard to maintain a pleasant voice. “This is a priority. If we don’t pay them today stuff is going to start getting turned off. The water, the electricity, the cable . . .”

This time, Rachel didn’t even offer him a response. She just huffed and puffed and said something into the phone that Scott couldn’t quite make out but sounded rude, then climbed to her feet and made her way down the hall and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Scott was fuming. He kept telling himself not to lose it, but the rational side of his brain was losing the battle. So, after stewing on the chair for another fifteen seconds, he shook his head and muttered, “Fucking bitch,” under his breath and stormed towards Rachel’s room. He was still able to control himself enough to knock on her door, but when she didn’t respond, he opened it up.

Rachel was lying sideways on her bed.  Scott told himself not to stare but he couldn’t help it. She was just so fucking hot. She glanced at him but immediately dismissed him and went back to her phone call.

“Hang up the phone,” Scott said, speaking softly but forcefully.

Rachel didn’t respond.

“Hang up the fucking phone,” he said again, louder this time.

Rachel looked up at him with a little smile, as though she found his rapidly increasing anger comical. Which just made him more angry.

“Hang it up right fucking now or you’re going to wish you did,” Scott said. He wasn’t yelling but he was speaking quite loudly.

Rachel’s expression altered slightly as if she realized she might have crossed the line.

“I fucking mean it,” Scott said.

“Okay,” Rachel said to him. Then, into the phone, she said, “I have to go.” She ended the call and dropped the phone on her bed.

“Thank you,” Scott said, still fuming but no longer raising his voice.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Rachel asked, giving him a nasty look. She was still lying on her side, showing him her sexy profile, undoubtedly on purpose. She always used her looks to gain an advantage.

“My problem?” Scott said. “What the fuck is my problem?”

“Are you fucking deaf? That’s what I asked.”

“I don’t have a problem,” he replied. “You’re the one with the fucking problem.”

“How do you figure that?” Rachel asked.

A little smirk had wormed its way onto her face. Scott wasn’t sure what it meant. Was she actually enjoying this confrontation? Had she deliberately pushed things in this direction for some demented reason? Or did she consider Scott somehow beneath her, and this conversation a waste of her time? He had no idea. And it didn’t really matter right now. What mattered is that he made her understand that she couldn’t continue acting the way she had lately. So he started rattling off all the things that were pissing him off, his voice rising with every statement.

“You eat my food, you don’t clean up, you play cruel practical jokes on me,” he said, pausing for a moment before adding, “You don’t pay the fucking bills, you treat me like shit, you bring your friends over and trash the place.”

Scott realized he was getting too wound up, so he took a moment to get control of himself. Rachel was still just staring at him with that same little smirk.

“Yeah, so what’s your point?” she finally said, sitting up and sliding her body until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging down and her feet on the floor.

Scott took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “My point is, you’re a complete and total bitch.”

“Yeah?” Rachel said. “And again, what’s your point?”

Scott could feel his anger boiling now but tried hard to keep it in as much as possible. Talking slowly and flatly, he said, “I can’t fucking take it anymore.”

“Then move out,” Rachel said.

“It’s my fucking place!” Scott said, his anger boiling over again.

“Well I’m sure as hell not moving out,” Rachel said.

“What if I kick you out?”

Rachel laughed. “Go ahead and try. Do  you know how hard it is to evict someone in the state of California? It takes months. And if you think things are bad now, just wait. I’ll make your life a living hell until I’m outta here.”

Scott scoffed and shook his head. “Why are you making this so fucking difficult?”

“Well, I guess because I’m just a bitch like that,” Rachel said, her smirk in full-effect now. “So you’d better just learn to deal with it, you little pussy.”

“Pussy?” Scott said, incredulous. He started moving towards her. “Did you just call me a pussy?”

“Are you deaf?” Rachel said, her smile growing wider as he came closer. It was as if this was what she was aiming for the whole time.

“No,” Scott said, his voice still calm despite the rage boiling inside of him. “I just want to make sure that’s what you called me.”

“Yep,” Rachel said, defiant as ever, obviously enjoying herself. She was still perched on the edge of the bed but had straightened up so she was sitting taller. “That’s exactly what I called you. A pussy.” Then she started saying it, over and over, as Scott grew ever closer to her. “Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy—”

She was still repeating the word as Scott came within arm’s length of her. “Are you gonna stop now?” he asked, towering over her.

Rachel looked up at him and smiled but didn’t stop. Now, instead of just saying the word over and over, she was chanting it, as though she was cheering on a team. “Pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy—”

His rage burning ice cold by now, Scott reached out and grabbed her by the throat. That shut Rachel up immediately. But she was still smiling. And her eyes were wide with excitement.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Scott said, still grasping her throat but not really squeezing. “You’re just pushing my buttons to get a reaction out of me, aren’t you?”

Rachel bit down on her bottom lip and raised her eyebrow, not giving him the satisfaction of a clear answer even though it was pretty obvious that she did indeed want exactly what he was giving to her. The real question was, how far did she actually want him to go?

Scott decided he didn’t want to find out. It just wasn’t worth it.

“You’re one sick little freak,” Scott said, leaning in until he face was right in front of hers. Then he released her throat. “I’m not playing your demented mind games.”

“Pussy,” Rachel said.

Scott’s rage flared. Without thinking, he reared back and smacked Rachel in the face.

He immediately felt horrible, but the feeling quickly passed when he saw Rachel’s expression. She was grinning widely and her eyes were dancing. Now, instead of feeling bad, Scott felt a series of conflicting emotions. Disgust, rage, guilt, and (although he was ashamed to admit it to himself) more than small portion of excitement.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he said.

This time Rachel nodded.

“Is this why you’re always acting like such a bitch? Hoping that I’d smack you around?”

“That was part of it.”

“And the other part?”

“I get off on it,” Rachel said.

“On what?” Scott asked.

“On being a bitch,” she replied, smirking again. “The other part, the smacking around, is just a bonus.”

“But that’s not all that you want, is it?” Scott said, still towering over her.

“No,” Rachel replied. She was looking up at him with eyes full of need. Her hand had drifted down to her waist and she was rubbing her pussy over her shorts.

“You want me to fuck you too, don’t you?” Scott said.

“Not just fuck me,” Rachel said. “I want you to punish me. To pummel me. To destroy me.”

Scott laughed and shook his head from side-to-side. As hot as Rachel was, and as often as he’d dreamt about fucking her, he wanted no part of this. No part at all. Backing away, he said, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Rachel said. “I knew you were too much of a pussy to give me what I need.”

“I’m not a pussy,” he said. “I’m just not a psycho.”

“You do realize that I’m just going to be worse now, right?” Rachel said. “The only way to get me to behave is to give me what I want.”

“Yeah, well that’s just not gonna happen,” Scott said, turning to leave the room. He had just grasped the door handle when Rachel started up the chant again.

“Pu-ssy, pu-ssy, pu-ssy,” she said.

Scott dropped his hand and hung his head. He didn’t know why that chant bothered him so much, but it did. And there was no way he was going to let her get away with continuing to say it over and over and over.

Rachel could sense the shift in his mood and started chanting it louder and faster, even going so far as to start clapping her hands in time with the words. A hint of playfulness entered her voice as he turned and again started towards her, moving quickly now.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Scott said, grinning maniacally now. He was annoyed and angry and excited all at the same time. Which is undoubtedly exactly what Rachel wanted.

“That’s the plan,” she said, no longer chanting. She  slipped her hand inside her pants and went to work on her pussy.

“Don’t expect me to take it easy on you,” Scott said as he came to a stop directly in front of her.

“I don’t,” Rachel said. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him while he stood over her. Her mouth was again turned up in her patented smirk. “Do your worst. I can handle it.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said.

“Fucking try me,” she said, glaring at him with defiance.

“Don’t worry,” Scott said, undoing his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. Despite his reluctance, his cock was already rock hard. Apparently his body didn’t harbor the same reservations that his mind did. “I will.”

Smiling, he pushed down on her shoulders.

Rachel knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. The back of her head was pressing up against the mattress of the bed. Scott grabbed ahold of her hair and used it to hold her head in place against the bed.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

She obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming with excitement as she looked up at him.

Scott stuck his cock inside Rachel’s mouth and started sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip for now. He gradually slipped it further inside her until it was halfway in. Then he sped up his thrusts, causing her lips close around his cock.

Scott immediately pulled his cock out of Rachel’s mouth and used it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asked.

Rachel shook her head. “No.”

“That’s right,” he said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

Scott stuck his cock back into her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds escaped from Rachel’s throat as he pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of his cock he gave her.

“Tongue out,” he said.

Rachel did as she was told; Scott could see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumped her mouth. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears were dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but Scott didn’t feel bad. She deserved exactly what she was getting. And not only that, but she had asked for it. So he was going to give it to her.

His cock was slippery as hell as he relentlessly slammed it in and back out of her throat, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, while still holding her head against the bed with his hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds grew louder with every thrust. A pool of saliva was pouring out of Rachel’s mouth and gathering on the carpet beneath her. He was thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her but knew he needed to move onto something else before it was too late.

Scott slipped his cock out of Rachel’s mouth, giving himself a couple of seconds to relax, then slammed it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose was pushing against his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he had done every time up until this point, he held it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” he said.

Rachel shifted her gaze upward as best she could while continuing to deepthroat him, looking up at Scott with tear-stained, puppy-dog eyes.

“That’s right,” he said. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock down your throat. Fucking choke on it.”

And Rachel did, gagging and choking as Scott held his cock there for another few seconds before pulling his cock from her mouth and backing off, taking a moment to gather himself.

Rachel coughed a couple of times before catching her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she smiling widely, obviously enjoying herself.

“You like this, don’t you?” Scott asked.

“I fucking love it,” Rachel replied.

“Are you ready for more?”

“Always,” she replied.

Laughing, Scott bent down, picked Rachel up, spun her around, and dropped her onto the bed, her back on the mattress, her feet towards the headboard and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the bed.

Once Rachel was in position, Scott dropped to his knees so his cock was right in front of her face then slid his cock into her mouth. He pumped her face while she hung off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucked her face with everything he had, going balls-deep with every pump. He could see the bulge his cock made as it pushed the limits of her throat.

As he banged away at Rachel’s throat, one of her hands flew down to her pussy and she started rubbing her clit.

Not wanting to be outdone, Scott grabbed ahold of her tits and squeezed them as he continued to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and pouring down her face as choking sounds escaped from between her lips.

But Rachel took it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least. So far she hadn’t been fazed by anything he’d done. It was time to change that.

Scott pumped her face a couple more times and then held it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tried in vain to draw breath.

Rachel gagged once, then again, and she tried to squirm away but he didn’t let her, holding his cock deep in her throat. Her hands came up to his chest and tried to push him away but she didn’t have enough leverage.

“Five more seconds,” he said, trying to get her to relax. And she did. She was still gagging and her legs were bouncing up and down on the mattress but she was no longer actively fighting him.

He counted the seconds down.

“5.”

“4.”

“3.”

“2.”

“1.”

“0.”

But just to mess with her some more, Scott kept his cock in her throat for another couple of seconds before finally pulling it out.

Rachel lifted her head up and gasped for breath.

“Holy fucking shit,” she said once she’d recovered enough to be able to talk. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Too much?” he asked.

“Hell no,” she replied, laughing. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Then let’s keep it going,” Scott said.

Leaning over the bed, he grabbed ahold of her waist and pulled her body back until her head was lying atop the mattress, her face towards the ceiling. He climbed onto the bed and turned around so they were facing the same direction. Then he squatted over her face so his asshole was directly over her mouth.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Bring it on,” she said.

Smiling, Scott squatted down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot up his spine as she moved her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.

“Goddammit,” he said under his breath, shivering with delight.

Rachel grabbed ahold of his ass cheeks and spread them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she stuck it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.

Scott got into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realized he was jerking himself off, mostly because he had nothing else to do with his hands. So he decided to fix that.

He stood up and spun around so he was facing her feet, then again dropped his asshole onto her mouth.

“Tongue out,” Scott said.

Rachel obliged.

He grabbed ahold of her tits for leverage and proceeded to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth against it so it was running the length of his crack, from asshole to taint to the back of his ball sack. He was squeezing and slapping her tits and pinching her nipples as he moved, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her, which he took advantage of by applying more pressure to her face when she moaned.

Rachel reached up and grabbed ahold of Scott’s cock and started jerking him off, adding to the sensation.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned. Between the work her tongue was doing on his asshole and what her hand was doing to his cock he nearly came right there. But he was able to hold it down and the feeling soon passed. He was once again good to go. At least for the moment.

Scott leaned forward and pulled Rachel’s jean shorts and panties down until they were around her knees, then stuck three fingers into her soaking wet pussy and started aggressively banging her while his other hand still fondled her tit.

Rachel let out a muffled gasp of pleasure and went after his cock and asshole even more aggressively.

In return, Scott started working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which prompted Rachel to turn up the heat even further too.

It was a feedback loop of pleasure with only one end in sight. And the end was rapidly approaching. Scott knew he had to mix things up quickly if he wanted to keep this session going on for a while. But he just couldn’t get himself to stop. He was having too much fun.

So he started going after Rachel harder than ever, slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he had and slapping away at her tits with reckless abandon.

Rachel’s scream of pleasure was muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand was grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.

He was no more than a few seconds away when he forced himself to disengage. It took every ounce of his willpower to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face but he managed to pull it off. Barely.


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