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KINKY EROTICA 79

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Misty Rose

Brock Landers

Dirk Rockwell

Scotty Diggler

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT TAKES IT IN THE BUTT BY MISTY ROSE

PUNISHING THE EX BY BROCK LANDERS

EROTIC CONNECTION BY DIRK ROCKWELL

MY NAUGHTY BABES: EVELYN BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT TAKES IT IN THE BUTT

MISTY ROSE

 

I know it’s a huge cliché, but on nights when I really need to get fucked by a stranger and I’m just not feeling like doing any real work, I’ll end up at the Irish Pub near my house around closing time.

It’s a popular place with the local college kids, and while most of the time I’m looking for a more mature lover, there are certain times when I feel like teaching a young man a thing or two in the sack.

Like tonight, for example.

I’m bored, a little buzzed, and my vibrator just isn’t doing it for me. And while I could pick up the phone and have one of my regular hook-ups over here in half an hour, I’m in the mood for a little adventure. So I tease my hair up, slap on some makeup, throw on a pair of black fishnet leggings, a short skirt, and a t-shirt that barely covers my stomach and head out the door.

Five minutes later I’m walking into the pub. It’s not super-crowded, but it’s pretty busy for a weekday night, and just as I’d expected, full of college boys.

Walking up to one and convincing him to come home with me is just too easy, so I decide to conduct a little experiment. I grab a glass of red wine from the bartender and head to an empty table in the corner and sit down.

I take a sip from my glass and survey the room, an indifferent but not standoffish look on my face. Anyone that makes eye contact with me I give a little head nod and a smile. None of the college boys out there know it, but the first one that comes up to me is going to get the night of his life.

Ten minutes later I’m on the last of my wine and still nobody’s had the balls to come up and say a word to me. I’ve seen a couple groups of guys whispering amongst themselves, as if daring the others in their group to give it a shot, but so far, none have.

And then, just as I finish my last sip of wine, a young man breaks off from his group of peers and starts over in my direction. He’s a good-looking kid, barely twenty if he’s a day, with a mop of blonde hair and an open, honest face. Simply due to the fact that he’s on his way over here means he’s obviously not shy, but he doesn’t seem like a cocky asshole either. He carries himself like a confident, cool customer. It looks like I got lucky tonight. But not as lucky as he’s going to get.

“Hey there,” he says as he arrives at my table. He’s a shade over six feet and around 175 pounds with a thin but muscular body. An athlete, no doubt, maybe a surfer. “I see that you’re out of wine. Can I buy you a drink?”

“No thanks,” I say. “But there is something else you can do for me.”

“What’s that?” he says, giving me a quizzical look.

“Sit down and I’ll tell you.”

He casts a glance back towards his friends then takes a seat across the table from me.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Troy,” he says.

“Okay, Troy, here’s the deal,” I say, leaning forward and smiling at him. “I came over here tonight to find myself a good college boy I could take back to my place and take advantage of. And since you’re the first one that came up to me, you win.”

Troy laughs and shakes his head. “You’re just fucking with me right? Did Scott put you up to this?”

“Nope,” I say. “Nobody put me up to anything. I just need to get fucked by a stranger tonight. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He eyes me sideways. “No shit?”

“No shit.”

“What’s the catch?” he says.

“There isn’t one,” I reply.

“Nothing at all?”

“Nope. Unless you consider getting super freaky a catch.”

“I call it a bonus,” Troy says.

“Then we should get along great,” I say.

“It sure sounds like it.”

“Of course, I have to warn you, I’m not like all those petite and demure college girls you’re no doubt used to banging. I like things a little rough. And I tend to take control of situations.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“What about sticking your cock in my ass?” I say. “Are you fine with that too?”

“Fuck yeah,” Troy says, his excitement palpable.

“Great,” I say, standing up and taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. “My house is just a couple blocks away. Wave goodbye to your friends as we leave.”

 

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I lead Troy back to my place, open the door, and let him in. After closing the door behind him, I stride over to him, staring directly at him with a serious look on my face. Before he knows what’s going on, I put my hands on his waist and squat down.

With my head at the same level as his groin, I undo Troy’s belt, pull it off and drop it to the floor. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his six-pack abs and allowing him a better view of the proceedings.

He watches intently I undo the top button of his jeans and pull down his zipper, then slip his pants and boxers off, dropping them around his ankles, freeing up his cock. It’s rock-hard and sticking straight out with no sag whatsoever.

“Pretty impressive,” I say.

He mutters a thanks and offers me a little smile.

“Let’s see if you know what to do with it,” I say.

Troy lets out a soft sigh as I grab the base of his cock and start slowly stroking while cupping his balls with my hand. Staring up at him the whole time, I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of his cock, starting at the base and working my way towards the tip.

After I’ve run my tongue up the length of his cock, I spit on it and work the saliva in with my hand before taking it in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I suck on the tip of his cock, my head bobbing in short, quick strokes.

While I suck his cock, I run my hands over Troy’s chest, touching his washboard stomach and pecs, my fingers brushing his nipples. He takes a quick breath and I realize he likes this. So I tweak his nipples a little more, squeezing them with my fingers, our eyes locked together the whole time.

“You like that, do you?” I say, pulling my mouth off his cock for a moment. “You like it when I play with your nipples.”

Troy nods quickly.

I smile. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” I say. “But right now I have more pressing business at hand.”

I run my hands back down his stomach and grab ahold of his cock. After slapping it against my tongue a couple of times I take the head of it back into my mouth.

After concentrating on the tip for a bit, I release my grip on his cock and drop my head further down, taking his cock three-quarters of the way into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back off.

As I’m coming back in for more, Troy puts his hands on my head.

“Oh no you don’t,” I say, grabbing his wrists and gently pushing them back to his side. “I’m the one in control here, buddy. And don’t you forget it.” I glare up at him and shake my head, then go back to work.

Troy’s cock is glistening with my saliva as I grip the base of it with my hand and again start jerking him off. I drop my head down a little bit and lick his sack with my tongue before taking one of his balls in my mouth.

Still jerking him off, I suck on one of his testicles, pulling on it, stretching his sack out until it pops out of my mouth, resulting in a low groan from his mouth.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I say, looking up at him.

Troy nods. He doesn’t look like he could speak even if he wanted to.

Laughing, I move over to his other testicle, giving it the same treatment. After popping it out of my mouth, I release my hold on his balls and lift my head back up and go back to work on his cock.

Still staring up at him, I run my tongue up the entire length of Troy’s shaft, starting at the base and finishing at the tip. Then I slap it against my cheek a couple of times before slipping it in my mouth again, bobbing up and down on it, taking it halfway down every time. After blowing him for a good thirty seconds without pause, I pull my mouth off, gather up some saliva, and spit on his cock.

“You like your blowjobs nice and wet, don’t you?” I say, using the accrued saliva to jerk him off forcefully.

He nods again.

“Yeah, I can tell,” I say. “The sloppier the better right?”

“That’s right,” he says.

After jerking him off a little more, I push Troy’s cock up, pressing it against his stomach and holding it there, sticking straight up, pointed at his face. Knowing from earlier that he enjoys getting his sack played with, I start sucking on his balls again, this time taking them both in my mouth at the same time.

I suck on them and bounce them around in my mouth for a little while before wrapping my lips around his sack and yanking down on it hard enough that he utters a little moan of discomfort.

I know that moan, I’ve hear it many times before. Yes, there’s discomfort, but there’s also pleasure. More of it than usual actually, as it’s magnified by the level of discomfort.

Laughing to myself, I release Troy’s balls with a pop and they bounce back up.

“Holy fuck that felt good,” he says, his breath ragged and huge smile on his face.

“Yeah?” I say. “You liked that?”

“I loved it,” Troy says.

“So you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, huh?”

“Apparently so,” he says. “I never knew until just now.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” I say. “Because that happens to be what I specialize in.”

“Is that right?” he says, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

“It certainly is,” I say. “Do you want to experience more of it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then step right up,” I say, climbing to my feet. “And learn a little bit about the relationship between pleasure and pain.”

I grab ahold of Troy’s cock and use it to lead him to the bed. Once there, I turn him around so his back is facing it, then push on his shoulders, dropping him down onto the bed, face up.

Standing over him, looking down at Troy lying there, I play with my pussy, rubbing it until it’s nice and wet. Then I climb onto the bed and crawl up the length of his body until my pussy is hovering right above his head.

With my knees on the bed and my calves tucked beneath my thighs, with one leg on either side of Troy’s head, I drop down, straddling his face. At first I didn’t move at all, content to simply smother him with my flesh, my pussy right on top of his mouth, digging in, forcing his tongue inside me.

“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Get that tongue in there. Show me how good you are at eating pussy.”

I sit there for a good 15 seconds while Troy struggles for breath beneath me before finally lifting my body up for a couple seconds to give him a chance to breathe.

Sitting on his chest, staring down at him, my eyes locked onto his, I flash him a dirty smile. “You like that too, don’t you?”

Smiling back, he nods emphatically.

“Good,” I say. “Because so do I. Do you mind if I do it some more?”

“Please do,” he says.

I lean down and stick my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips, then grab two handfuls of his hair and scoot forward and drop my ass back down onto his face.

Holding his head flush against the mattress, I grind my pussy on Troy’s mouth, pushing down with all my weight, forcing his head deeper into the mattress. Even though he can hardly breathe, it’s obvious Troy is loving it. His tongue is active, licking and tasting my insides with enthusiasm.

As I continue grinding away on his face, Troy sticks out his tongue as far as he can, forcing it deeper into my pussy. I lets out an excited little moan and start riding his rigid tongue, moving forward and back quickly, my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every pass, soaking Troy’s face and covering it in my juices.

I let go of Troy’s hair and start working my pussy with my now-free hand. It isn’t long before I’m aggressively rubbing at my clit while continuing to ride his tongue. My moans and groans fill the room as I approach orgasm. A few seconds later I let out a loud screech and my body shudders. I rise up just a bit as the orgasm arrives.

I smack away at my clit as I cum, squirting a steady stream of juices out of my pussy, making a mess of Troy’s face.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” he says after my stream has run dry. His head and face looks like they’ve been dunked in a barrel full of water. But his smile is wider than ever.

“You like that too, do you?” I ask, still squatting over him, my pussy mere inches above his face.

“I fucking love it,” he says. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I say.

“Shit, I haven’t even done anything yet,” Troy says. “You’re the one doing all the work.”

“Well, let’s change that then,” I reply.

I climb off of Troy’s face and scoot down his body until I’m straddling his midsection. With my ass pushing back against his still hard cock, I lean forward and use my tongue to lick my pussy juices off of Troy’s face.

Once his face is clean, I lift my body up and scoot my butt back so my pussy is hovering over Troy’s groin. Then I grab ahold of his cock and slide it inside my soaking wet snatch. I take things quickly right from the start, riding him cowgirl, slamming my body down onto his, not showing him any mercy at all.

“Is this how you like it?” I ask, my head tilted slightly as I glare down at him, trying to keep my excitement from showing. “With me on top, riding you until the sun comes up?”

Troy nods, his face a mask of concentration. He’s wincing every time my body slams down on him.

“The pain is good,” I say. “It makes the pleasure that much better.”

To illustrate this fact, I put my palms flat on his chest for leverage, which allows my to pummel him even more aggressively. His winces turn to flinches but he doesn’t complain one bit. In fact, his cock is harder than ever inside of me.

After impaling myself on his cock for thirty seconds, I slam down onto Troy one more time and hold my body there, his cock deep inside my pussy. I lean forward until my chest is touching his head, his face between my tits. Then I shake my upper body from side to side, smacking him in the face with my tits. After I’ve beat him up pretty good, I wrap my arms around the back of his head, smashing his face against my flesh between my tits.

I hold Troy’s head in place, smothering him for a full 15 seconds before letting go. Then I shift my chest sideways and push one of my nipples into his mouth. With his eyes turned up towards mine, Troy sucks on my nipple. Once it’s hard, I shift again, giving him my other nipple. He licks and bites down on that one, working it aggressively.

After both my nipples are hard as rocks, I grab a handful of Troy’s hair and yank his head back. Then I lean in and stick my tongue in his mouth and explore around for a little while before pulling back.

Looking down at Troy with a little snarl, I once again start to bounce up and down on his cock. After a while, he runs his hands up my stomach and cups them underneath my tits, pushing up on them. I lean back, shifting my weight to the rear and putting more pressure on his balls as I continues pounding away at him.

“Holy fucking shit,” I say under my breath while he grunts away below me. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy. I love riding you like this.”

I continue riding him like an cowgirl for another minute or so before I’ve had enough. Keeping his cock firmly inside my pussy, I spin around so I’m facing the other way, my ass to him, in the reverse-cowgirl position. I immediately pick up where I left off, riding him intensely, pounding my pussy down onto his cock so hard that it’s almost painful.

I reach back, grab one of my ass cheeks in each hand, and spread my ass. Holding my ass open, I ride him some more before releasing one of my ass cheeks and sticking my index finger into my asshole.

I work the tip of my finger around for a little bit then pull it out and bring it to my mouth. Turning my upper body so I’m looking back at him, I suck the ass juices off of my finger.

I see Troy’s eyes light up.

“You like that, do you?” I ask. “You like watching me taste my ass?”

Troy nods. “It’s nasty as hell,” he says.

“You’re damn right it is,” I say, adding my middle finger into the mix, getting them both lubed up. “Do you know what else is nasty as hell?” I add after pulling my fingers out of my mouth.

Troy shakes his head.

“When I do this,” I say, reaching back and slipping my finger back into my asshole. A little moan escapes from my throat and I slow things down, riding his cock in long, steady thrusts while my fingers work my asshole. Once it’s a good and loose, I stick a third finger inside.

“Jesus Christ,” Troy says, marveling at my filthiness.

Moaning more loudly now, I jam all three fingers deep into my asshole, moving them back and forth as it continues to widen. Eventually I pull all three fingers out and lick them clean, one at a time.

“Your turn,” I say, smiling back at him.

Troy takes over, spitting on his middle and index fingers and then sliding them into my asshole. I reach back and spread my ass and start bouncing on him with more intensity while he works my asshole with his fingers. His cock is harder than ever inside my pussy, filling me up, turning me on like crazy.

After a full minute, I yank Troy’s fingers out of my asshole.  With my upper body still turned to face him, I slip his two fingers into my mouth. Once they’re sucked clean of my ass juices, I climb off of him and scoot my body backwards until my ass is sitting right above his head.

“Are you ready to get really nasty?” I ask, looking down at him.

“Give it to me,” he says.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Troy says. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“If you insist,” I say. Then, with my hands still spreading my ass wide, I drop my pussy directly onto his face again. Only this time I’m facing the other way. I sit on his face with all of my weight, smothering him for a few seconds before switching things up.

Sliding my body forward, I change the angle so that now my asshole is right above Troy’s mouth. He sticks his tongue out and start licking my asshole, working it around in circles, getting my asshole nice and wet.

“That’s a good boy,” I say, shivers going up and down my spine. “Get that tongue in there. Lick my asshole you filthy little boy. Taste my ass. Get it all over your tongue.”

As I moan and shudder above him, Troy slides the tip of his tongue into my asshole and starts bouncing his face against my ass, forcing his tongue deeper inside me with every thrust. I release my ass cheeks and drop my weight onto his face, smothering him with my ass, and forcing his tongue even deeper inside my asshole.

As Troy struggles beneath me, I decide to repay him for his service. Leaning forward, I take his cock in my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down.

I eventually lift my ass off his face, giving him a chance to breathe. As he gasps for air, I continue sucking his cock, taking it from tip to base, wet gagging sounds escaping from my mouth as saliva gets everywhere.

Once Troy is breathing normally again, he again spreads my ass with his hands and goes back to work licking my asshole. It isn’t long before I release Troy’s cock from my mouth and start climbing back down his body.

“No more playing around,” I say, grabbing his cock and holding it upright while I hover above it, my asshole nearly touching the tip of it. “I need your cock in my asshole.”

I’m still facing away from him as I insert his cock into my asshole. Leaning back, half squatting, my elbows locked out and palms on the bed back by Troy’s head, I slam my ass down onto his groin, taking him balls deep in my anus right away.

Not taking things slow whatsoever, I rides Troy’s cock, bouncing up and down, hammering away, my entire weight slamming down onto his body. As Troy grabs ahold of my waist, I run my hand down my stomach and insert two fingers into my pussy.

“Goddammit that feels so fucking good,” I say aloud between gasping breaths. “I love the feel of your cock in my ass. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me like you mean it! Break me in half!”

Troy listens, putting his hands beneath my ass and holding my body in place while he jackhammers his hips upward, fucking my asshole with everything he has while I bang away at my pussy.

Things get so crazy that after one particularly violent thrust, Troy’s cock slips out of my asshole. I immediately pop my fingers out of my pussy and slide my ass back towards his head. Sitting on his stomach, I lean over and wrap my lips around his cock and go to town on it, bobbing up and down, taking the whole thing in my mouth, gagging on it and getting it even more slippery than before.

After Troy’s cock is coated with my saliva, I scoot forward and slide it back into my asshole. But instead of bouncing this time, I move my ass forward and back, grinding on his cock.

Troy gives me a slap on the ass. I turn my upper body so I’m looking back at him. “If you’re gonna smack my ass do it like you mean it,” I say. “Don’t be such a pussy.”

Laughing, Troy slaps my other asscheek, harder this time.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I say, riding his more aggressively.

He smacks me again, even harder this time. I let out a little yelp. He smacks my other cheek. I yelp again.

“Is that how you like it?” he asks. There’s an edge in his voice that hasn’t been there yet.

“Damn right,” I say. “Pain and pleasure go hand in hand together.”

Troy smacks my ass even harder. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

“Like that?” he says.

“Yes,” I reply.

He smacks me again. And again. And again.

I’m screaming now, “Yes, YES, YES!” as he continues smacking away. My ass is stinging but I love it. I’m practically in a perpetual orgasm right now.

My back arches and my head tilts back, allowing Troy to easily grab a handful of my hair and give it a yank.

I reply with a low moan. There’s nothing I love more than getting my hair pulled, especially while I’m getting my ass fucked. It’s heaven. It feels so good that I can’t even form any words. All I can do is scream and groan and try to breathe.

 Still yanking down on my hair with one hand, Troy slaps my ass with the other. And while I love it, I can’t let him get away with so much without giving him something in return. So I reach down and grab ahold of his ballsack and give it a rough squeeze while continuing to hammer my ass down on his cock.

Troy lets out a low groan and pays me back by yanking harder on my hair.

“You want to play, do you?” I say, not really talking to him but just talking aloud. “Okay then, let’s play.” I squeeze his balls more tightly.

Enjoying the implications of this little game, Troy pulls on my hair hard enough that I let out a sharp gasp that has a quite a bit of pain mixed in with the pleasure. Once I have recovered I squeeze Troy’s balls so hard that he gasps almost entirely in pain.

“Okay, okay,” Troy says, releasing my hair. “You win.”

I turn back to face him again, a little smile on my lips. “You’re damn right I do,” I say, not releasing his balls but toning down the pressure. I’m still squeezing, just not as hard. I want him to remember who’s boss. “It’s good though, isn’t it? Up to a certain point, at least.”

“Hell yes,” Troy says. “It’s fucking great.”

Laughing, I play with his balls while I continue fucking him, rubbing them together and juggling them in my palm while my asshole bounces up and down on his cock.

I straddle the line between pleasure and pain so successfully that I can tell Troy is right at the point where he’s about ready to cum. His groans are deeper and more consistent, his breath more rapid. But I’m not ready for this to be over. Not yet, anyway.

I let go of his balls, then smack them a couple of times, causing him to flinch.

“What the fuck was that for?” he asks. His voice is loud but he’s not mad, just confused.

“So you won’t cum yet,” I say.

“I wasn’t going to,” he replies.

“Maybe not,” I answer. “But I had to make sure. I’m not done with you yet.”

And with that, I lift myself off his cock, freeing it from my asshole, then spin around to face him, switching my feet so I’m still straddling his waist.

Standing over him, I play with my pussy, slipping three fingers inside and banging away. A few seconds later I let out a deep, shuddering moan and cum again, squirting pussy juice all over Troy’s stomach and chest.

I immediately bend down and lick my juices off Troy’s body, my tongue running over his flesh while my eyes remained locked on his.

After I clean Troy’s flesh of my juices, I squat down, grab ahold his cock, and bring my asshole down to it. Pressing the tip of his cock against my anus but not hard enough to penetrate it, I catch his eyes.

“Are you ready for the home stretch?” I ask.

He nods.

Smiling, I slide his cock back into my asshole. With my hands on his chest for balance, I drop my body onto his cock, taking it all the way down before rising back up, making his cock completely disappear inside my asshole.

Despite smacking his cock around a short time back, I can tell he’s still really close to cumming. Which means I have to work quickly if I want to get off again.

With this in mind, I bounce on his cock for a little while, taking it fairly slow, before straddling him proper and using my asshole to work his cock up and down and forward and back at the same time, my moans reaching a fevered pitch now.

Troy is fighting not to cum but I can tell he’s not going to be able to hold out much longer. So I start rubbing my clit with my right hand while continuing to hammer down on his cock with my ass, trying to get myself there before he does. And it works.

After working my clit for half a minute, I let out another animalistic moan and cum yet again, sending more of my juices squirting out of my pussy and onto his chest.

This time the spray is more powerful; it reaches his upper chest and neck and some even gets on his face. For some reason me squirting all over Troy turns him on immensely, immediately putting him over the edge. He curses under his breath a couple times, alerting me that he’s about to cum, as if I couldn’t tell just from looking at him.

Since I’ve already cum again, I’m more than happy to pull his cock out of my asshole. After bending down in front of him, I take the shaft of his cock in my hand and the head in my mouth. I then proceed to jerk him off while sucking on the tip of his cock.

I stare at Troy while I blow him to completion, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Troy’s body tenses in preparation of cumming. I’m guessing he thinks I’m going to take his load in my mouth but just as he start to shoot his seed I pull his cock out of my mouth and aim it back at him, pointing it at his head.

Staring at him, getting off on his discomfort, I jerk Troy off to completion, sending his white sperm shooting up towards his face. With no real recourse, Troy grimaces and turns his head to the side, hoping to spare himself the brunt of the explosion.

Luckily for him, just a few splashes hit his chin. Most of his load ends up on his stomach and chest and a little bit on his neck, mixing with my juices that I deposited on him just moments ago.

Smiling at him with a demonic grin, I take Troy’s cock in my mouth and suck on the tip, extracting the last few drops of cum from his cock with enough force to make him squirm. Eventually I let his cock out of my mouth and release my hold on it.

As Troy’s chest heaves in an attempt to catch his breath, I slide off him. I climb to my feet and head into the bathroom, reappearing with a towel in my hand. I toss it to Troy.

“Clean yourself up and let yourself out,” I say, turning and heading back towards the bathroom.

“That’s it?” he says, trying unsuccessfully to hide his hurt. “You’re just gonna fuck me and then tell me to get out?”

“Pretty much,” I say, stopping and turning to face him. While I wouldn’t mind seeing him again, the next stage is up to him. If he has the balls to keep going, then I’ll consider giving him a ring sometime. If not, well, let’s just say I don’t have time for men who don’t even have enough balls to not slink away in defeat.

“Can we do this again sometime?” he asks carefully.

“That depends,” I say.

“On what?”

“On whether or not you’ll let me get rougher with you the next time,” I say.

“Only if you let me get rougher with you,” he replies.

Good answer, I think to myself. “That sounds fair enough to me,” I say. “Leave your number and maybe I’ll give you a ring one of these days.”

“I can do that,” he says.

“Good. Then do it,” I say, turning and heading back towards the bathroom. After entering, I close the door behind me and start the shower. A few seconds later I hear the front door closing.

I climb into the shower and start cleaning up. Being a slut is a dirty business, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s just who I am. And I’m certainly not ashamed of it. Not by any means.

 

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PUNISHING THE EX

BROCK LANDERS

 

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

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

“What are you doing here?” Steve said.

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

“Oh yeah. Why again?”

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

“I said that?”

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

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

“Do I have to?”

“If you want those papers signed you do.”

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

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

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

“Have a seat,” he said.

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

“Are you sure about this?”

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

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

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

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

“You know damn well his name is Harry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She stopped and looked at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re damn right,” Steve said.

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

“Right after we’re done.”

“Why should I believe you?”

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

“You know I don’t.”

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

“Except my pride.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve stood up and grabbed her arms.

Shyla gave him a funny look.

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

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

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

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

“What now?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Not likely,” she said.

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

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

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

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

“About what? Me hurting you?”

She nodded.

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

“I don’t know—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Open your mouth,” he said.

Again Shyla obeyed without comment.

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

Steve guided his cock into Shyla’s mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shyla opened her mouth.

“Wider,” Steve said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She obliged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” she said.

“Not yet,” Steve replied.

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

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

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

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

“Too bad,” Shyla said.

“For you, maybe,” Steve said.

“You said one last fuck.”

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

“Last I checked, it did.”

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

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

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

“Seems fair enough.”

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

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

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

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

 

#

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

#####


EROTIC CONNECTION

DIRK ROCKWELL

 

The vast majority of one-night-stands are the result of a specific set of circumstances, usually having to do with a bar or a party and some kind of artificial enhancement, such as alcohol or drugs. But occasionally, people just get lucky and run into each, sometimes even literally, and it leads to a quick, intense, fuck session never to be repeated.

Take Nick and Natalie, for example. They just happened to at the same airport at the same time, both hurrying to catch the same flight, when they came running around opposite corners and slammed into each other, sending both of them crashing to the ground.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Natalie asked from her spot on the floor. Even though she was smaller than Nick, she’d seen him coming at the last second and braced herself, sparing her from the worst of the collision.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Nick said, looking over at Natalie to see that her legs were splayed open and her skirt was riding up her thighs, giving him a perfect up-skirt shot of her black panties. He quickly looked away but not before his cock rose, jump-started by the jolt of seeing so much flesh. And the fact that her legs were long and shapely didn’t help matters at all either. Nick was a leg man. Always had been, always would be.

“Sorry about that,” Natalie said. “I just was hurrying to make my flight and I came around the corner and you were right there.”

“No worries,” Nick said. “It was just as much my fault as yours. I was running to catch my flight too.”

“At Gate 7?” she asked.

“Yep,” he replied. “That’s the one.”

“Are you sure, you’re okay?” Natalie asked, climbing up to her knees. “That looked like it hurt.”

“It did,” Nick said. He was still sitting, but not from the pain. He just didn’t want her to see that he had a tent in his pants. “But it’s not that big of a deal. I’m a tough guy, I can take it. The real question is, are you okay?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “I’m good. I saw you coming at the last minute and got my suitcase up. It took the worst of it.”

“So that’s what hit me so hard.”

“Yeah,” Natalie said. “Sorry about that. Where did it get you?”


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