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KINKY EROTICA 84

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Misty Rose

Brock Landers

Taylor Jordan

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, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, threesome, lesbian, anal sex, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT IS HOT AND BOTHERED BY MISTY ROSE

PUNISHING THE NEIGHBOR BY BROCK LANDERS

TROLLING FOR MEN BY TAYLOR JORDAN

WHATEVER SHE WANTS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

 

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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT IS HOT AND BOTHERED

MISTY ROSE

  

Most men don’t understand the concept of give and take. Of course, there are men out there that need to be in control all the time and can’t deal with being a submissive or even for a couple seconds, but those aren’t the guys I’m talking about. The way I see it they’re hopeless; there’s no reason to even try and fix them.

No, the kind of man I’m talking about is the one who doesn’t mind when I take charge. But even in that case, the man needs to understand that just because I take the initiative doesn’t mean that I want to do all the work all of the time. Ideally we will trade off taking control, not only on a night-to-night basis, but even within the same session. I’ll spend a little time running the show, pushing him around, putting him in the positions that I want him to be in, but at some point he needs to take the reins for a little while too, forcing me to do with he wants.

This give and take is what provides that glorious tension that creates the most memorable fuck sessions. I want a man who’s going to treat me like an equal, and more importantly, one that allows me to treat him like an equal. I don’t want a control freak but I also don’t want a spineless jellyfish. I want a man that’s flexible but also willing to push his boundaries, and mine too. Of course, if he’s hot and has a nice body and big cock, that’s always a big plus. But in the end that’s not completely necessary. At least not for him to become a regular.

One guy that I work well with is Mike. Even though he’s eight years older than me he’s pretty good looking in a rugged sort of way. His body is only so-so, but he’s got a good-sized cock, and he knows how to use it. But most importantly he understands the concept of give and take, letting me have my way for a while but regularly imparting his will. Plus he’s just a cool guy; smart, mellow, self-deprecating, and a good conversationalist with an ironic sense of humor, just like me. While he’s not someone that I could ultimately see myself ending up with, he’s someone that I call when I need a good solid pounding. Like the other night.

 

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After a nice steak dinner at The Palm that included three bottles of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap, we headed back to Mike’s place. Once there I didn’t waste any time getting started. I told him to take a seat on the couch and slipped out of my black dress, leaving me in my black bra and panties and heels. 

“What do you think?” I asked, standing over him.

“I think you’re fucking incredible as always,” Mike said. “And then I think I should ask you what the hell you’re doing here with me instead of someone more attractive but I’m afraid you might answer honestly.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Mike,” I said. “Looks and brains aren’t everything you know.”

“Obviously not,” he said.

We shared a quick laugh.

“Okay, time to get serious,” I said, only half-joking. “Sex isn’t supposed to be fun dammit.”

“You’re right,” he said. “It’s supposed to be hard work.”

“It is if you’re doing it correctly,” I said.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Even though we spoke of being serious, we were both smiling. After all, sex was supposed to be fun and hard work.

I walked up to him and spread his legs apart then stepped forward until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. Leaning forward, my tits pushing down against his chest, I stuck my tongue in his mouth. He put his hands on my hips but I grabbed his wrists and pushed them aside.

“Not yet,” I said, pulling away. “You’ll have your chance later. For now just sit there and relax.”

He didn’t argue, putting his arms by his side and leaving them there.

I pulled off his shirt and kissed his neck then made my way down to his chest, kissing his pecs and licking his nipples. From there I moved down to his navel, kissing his skin as I moved.

Mike let out a little groan as I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze through his pants. Laughing under my breath, enjoying the control I had over him, I moved my head further down until it was at the same level as his groin.

Looking up at him, maintaining eye contact the entire time, I ran my tongue over the length of his cock, which was still trapped behind his pants but pressing stiffly against the material. Then I turned my head, took his bulge between my teeth like a dog with a bone, and bit down hard enough to make him squirm.

Shaking his head, he looked down at me. “You’re one evil little bitch, you know that right?”

“Of course,” I said, flashing him a devilish smile. “That’s what you love about me.”

“It is indeed,” he said, grinning at back at me. “But if you don’t speed things up a little bit I’m going to have to take control.”

“Promises, promises,” I said, enjoying the game just as much as he was.

Before Mike’s little outburst, I was going to free up his cock but instead I decided to mess with him some more. I was curious to see how much I could get away with before he turned the tables on me. 

I climbed up onto the couch and straddled his waist. Flicking my hair to one side, I put my hands on his bare chest and started to grind on his trapped cock, moving slowly back and forth atop it. Even though both our bottom halves were still covered, it wasn’t long before I was soaking through my panties.

I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to the ground, freeing up my breasts.

Mike reached for them but I intercepted his hands before they got there.

“Come on,” he said. “That’s not fair.”

“Nobody ever said life was fair,” I replied, my eyes gleaming with perverse enjoyment. “But if you want my tits that bad, who am I to deny them to you?”

Still holding his hands in my own, I leaned forward, pinning his wrists against the rear cushion of the couch while simultaneously putting my tits in his face.

He went to work immediately, latching onto my right breast and sucking on my nipple.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Get it nice and hard.”

Mike worked my nipple like a champ, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on it, even lightly biting down on it, constantly mixing things up to keep me from getting too comfortable. It didn’t take long at all before my nipple was sticking out like a pencil eraser.

I shifted my body slightly, giving him my other breast. He immediately latched onto the nipple and gave it the same treatment while I continued grinding on his cock.

Once my other nipple was hard, I pulled it out of his mouth, then leaned forward and stuck my tongue in his mouth. We made out for half a minute before I broke it off and slid down his body again, kissing his chest as I made my way down.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet, my body between his legs, my head right above his growing bulge. I undid the top button of his pants and pulled down his zipper, revealing his underwear. His cock was rock-hard behind it, pressing against the material. No surprise, considering how much I’d fucked with him already.

“A little excited, are we?” I said, looking up at him. “Especially considering your cock is still in your pants.”

“I’m surprised it hasn’t poked a hole in the cotton,” he said.

“Give it a little more time and maybe it will.”

“Any more time and I’ll explode before it even comes out.”

“Oh, I seriously doubt that,” I said. “I’ve put you through worse than this before and you’ve never had that problem.”

He glared at me for calling his bluff but didn’t say anything.

“No,” I said, “I think I’ll mess with you some more. I’m having too much fun to stop.”

Before Mike could reply, I grabbed his cock, which was still behind his briefs, and gave it a good squeeze. He breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened in surprise.

Smiling, I dropped his pants down around his ankles, leaving his underwear on. But I left his cock alone, lifting my body up and licking his stomach again, taunting him, torturing him, knowing that he liked being messed with just as much as I liked messing with him. Especially when he knew he would have a chance to flip things around later.

I ran my hands up Mike’s body and played with his nipples. My head was close behind, licking and kissing him as I made my way up his chest, my tits pressing against his cock.

I flicked his nipple with my tongue, sucked on it for a moment, and even gave it a little bite, eliciting from him a sharp gasp. Then I started to slowly making my way back down his body, dropping all the way to my knees and once again grabbing his cock through his underwear.

Staring up at him, still not releasing his cock from his briefs, I played with it, licking it through the material, rubbing it between my fingers, and rolling it against his leg.

Mike took a deep breath and let it out slowly, barely clinging onto his composure. Seeing him struggle like that turned me on immensely, but I also knew that if I wanted to keep messing with him I needed to start making a little more progress. Holding back too much would just cause him to take control. And I didn’t want that. Not yet, at least. I was enjoying myself too much.

With this in mind, I finally pulled Mike’s underwear off, freeing up his cock, causing him to literally moan with relief. Unsurprisingly, his cock was rock hard and sticking straight up.

“Oh, is that better?” I asked, my tone full of over-the-top mock sincerity.

He didn’t bother to answer, choosing to just glare at me instead.

Laughing softly, amazed with what Mike was letting me get away with, I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand while my other cupped his balls. Holding his cock tight, I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his cock a couple of times before taking the head in my mouth.

I sucked on the head of his cock in short quick strokes, still holding the skin of his shaft tight to increase the stimulation. Once I started to feel him getting anxious, I released my grip on his cock and dropped my head further down, taking half of it in my mouth and holding it there for a couple seconds before lifting back up. His cock was glistening with my saliva as I again gripped the base of it with my hand, this time jerking him off.

I dropped my head down a little bit and ran my tongue over his sack a couple of times before taking one of his balls in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I sucked on one of his balls, bouncing it around in my mouth then closing my lips around it and pulling on it, stretching out his sack. I switched over to his other testicle and gave it the same treatment before taking them both in my mouth and gargling on them.

“Holy shit that feels fucking good,” Mike said, staring down at me as I worked.

I caught his gaze and smiled as best I could with his balls in my mouth. I put a little extra pressure on them, causing him to squirm a bit, then released my hold on his balls and went back to work on his cock. Pressing it up against his stomach, I ran my tongue up the length of it, starting at the base and finishing at the tip.

Staring up at Mike, maintaining eye contact, I pulled his cock towards me. I slapped the head of it against my cheek a couple times, then slid it back into my mouth. I dropped my head down, taking his entire cock into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before lifting my head up.

“Goddamn you’re good at that,” he said.

“I should be,” I said. “I’ve had lots of practice sucking cock. Not as much as you, though.”

“Very funny,” Mike said, trying to act like he wasn’t amused. But his little smile told a different story.

“Come on, I’m hilarious,” I said as I smacked his cock against one my tits, moving from one to the other.

“You’re a regular comedian,” he said. “Now put your mouth to good use and stick my cock back into it.”

“Hey, watch your tongue,” I said, giving him a sharp smack on the inside of the thigh.

He jumped out of his seat and grunted in shock but his smile was still intact. I’d reacted just how he’d expected me to, no doubt exactly how he wanted me to.

“Just for that I’m going to mess with you some more,” I said.

He moaned in mock consternation but didn’t object. It was all part of the game.

I gathered up some of the saliva leftover from sucking his cock, then tilted my chin towards my chest and let the saliva drip from my mouth. It landed on my chest, in the channel between my tits. I gathered up more saliva and spit it on his cock, using my fingers to spread it around. Then I stuck his cock between my tits.

Looking up at him, I grabbed the outside of my tits and pressed inward with them, squeezing his cock tight to keep it in place. I tossed my hair back with a flip of my head, then started bouncing up and down, titty-fucking him.

Mike groaned and leaned back, tilting his head towards the ceiling for a moment before bringing his eyes back down to watch. He loved getting titty-fucked. It was a foolproof way to bring him to orgasm quickly. Which is why I was doing it to him. I knew he didn’t want to cum, not yet. And I didn’t want him to cum yet either. But I did want to torture him, and the best way to do that was to take him right to the edge and force him to use all his strength to keep from cumming.

To this end, I squeezed my tits even tighter together and started bouncing on him more aggressively. I tilted my chin down and stuck out my tongue, making contact with the tip of his cock when it snuck out from between my tits.

He groaned more loudly and bit down on his bottom lip and sat a little bit higher up. I could tell from his body language that he was rapidly approaching orgasm. If things didn’t change, he would be there within seconds. He knew it, and I knew it. But more importantly, he knew that I knew it. Which gave me all the control.

Cursing under his breath, Mike quickly pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits before he blew his load. But I wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

Before he had a chance to recover completely, I grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into my mouth. I ran my hand down under his sack and played with his balls while I sucked his cock, moving up and down quickly, taking it deep into my mouth with every thrust. Saliva dripped from my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts.

I pulled my head off his cock for a moment to catch my breath. He was looking down at me with a little smile on his face, proud of himself that he had conquered his urge to cum.

I took this as a challenge to get him right back to where he’d been just moments before. I flashed him a wink, then wrap my lips around his cock once again.

This time when I dropped my head down, I didn’t stop until I had swallowed his entire cock. Once I’d taken the whole thing in my mouth, I held it there, his cock deep in my throat, my nose pressing up against his flesh just below his stomach.

Still holding my head in place, I flicked my tongue out and licked his sack. He shuddered but I stayed locked onto his cock, deepthroating him for a full 10 seconds before finally pulling off. The tip of his cock was white from lack of circulation and it was shining in the light it has so much saliva covering it.

I took a couple of deep breaths, then prepared to deepthroat him again. But before I could get my lips around his cock and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, keeping me from making contact with it.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You don’t like it when I deepthroat you?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he said. “It’s that I like it too much.”

“So you don’t want to cum in my mouth while I’m sucking your cock?”

“Oh, I definitely want to cum in your mouth,” Mike said. “Just not yet.”

He stood up, lifting me up with him. Once we were both standing, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around and threw me down on the couch.

“Now it’s my turn to mess with you,” he said, standing over me. He stepped out of his pants then grabbed my panties and slid them off.

Giggling, I hooked my arms under my knees and spread my legs, opening myself up to him.

Mike dropped to his knees and slid two fingers inside my wet pussy.

My legs threatened to buckle from the initial pleasure, but I held them open and the feeling soon passed. But the enjoyment was just beginning.

Mike was an expert at finger-fucking, which is something I don’t understand why more men don’t embrace. After all, it was a fail-safe way to get a girl off without any of the danger of early ejaculation. Men could bang away for literally hours on end, giving their women multiple orgasms without having to worry about cumming too soon. Not only did it take away all the pressure off the man, it pretty much guaranteed that the woman was completely satisfied before they stuck their dick in her. Which meant he didn’t have to worry about lasting long enough to get her off, since she’d already cum.

Oh well, even if most men didn’t understand, at least Mike did. That was all that really mattered at the moment.

He started slowly, moving his hand back and forth in long, patient thrusts, his fingers going deep inside me, then backing out until they almost exited my pussy before sliding back in again.

Mike gradually began to pick up steam, moving his hand back and forth more quickly while still maintaining a perfect rhythm. My moans were increasing in intensity right along with his speed. 

He grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder. He moved in closer to me until his chest was pressing against the inside of my thigh, altering the angle of penetration just a bit, then slipped a third finger inside of my pussy.

I let out a little yelp of surprise, then lifted my hips to give myself more leverage so I could buck against him as he worked his fingers deeper and deeper inside me.

My chest was heaving and inarticulate sounds were coming from my throat as he hammered away at me, his fingers going deep inside my pussy while pushing up against the side walls of my vagina.

The pressure was nearly unbearable. And then he curled the tips of his fingers and went to work on my G-Spot. Then it was unbearable.

I came almost instantly, a piercing yelp escaping from my throat and my body shaking and shimmying as my pussy drenching his hand with juices. But he didn’t let up one bit; in fact, my orgasm just seemed to fuel Mike further.

He went after me even more aggressively after I came, giving me everything he had, his fingers hammering in and out of my pussy, which was now wetter than ever.

My entire body was on fire and I could barely breathe. I tried to pull away from Mike but he was having none of it. He grabbed my legs tight and held them against his body while continuing to slam his fingers inside me.

“I can’t take anymore,” I said, barely able to get the words out of my mouth.

“Yes you can,” Mike said. “You’re a big girl.”

“No I can’t,” I said, unsuccessfully trying to squirm away once again. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give me your cock.”

“Not yet,” he said. “I need to finish you off first.”

“I’m done,” I said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I’m so done.”

“No you’re not,” he said. “You’re not done until I say you’re done. Now shut up and take it. The more you complain the longer I’m going to go.”

I let out a shuddering groan but didn’t say anything else. At this point, my best hope was just to ride it out as best I could. I closed my eyes and just tried to go with the flow.

And for half a minute I was able to. Now that I had resigned myself to accepting the fact that no matter what I said, Mike was going to finger-fuck me until he decided to stop, I was able to give in and ride the wave of pleasure.

Then he stuck a fourth finger inside of me.

“Holy fucking shit,” I growled in an animalistic voice as he completely filled up my pussy, stretching me out, his fingers providing constant pressure on the inner walls of my pussy.

Mike covered my mouth with his hand to keep me from making any noise and continued banging away at me, his entire hand now practically disappearing inside my pussy. I opened my mouth to scream but he stuck his fingers inside it, forcing me to gag while continuing to hammer his fingers inside me.

Looking up at me, my eyes pleading, I willed him to stop, to give me a chance to regain control over myself. But he refused. He was enjoying his payback way too much.

Even though I was on the receiving end, he was the one in control, a complete reversal of our earlier scenario, but maintaining the same principles. That was what I loved about Mike; he totally got what made sex so wonderful. A combination of tension and anticipation made the ultimate payoff that much better. He knew, just as I did, that even though one part of me was pleading with him to stop, another part didn’t really want him to. Part of me wanted my boundaries pushed, wanted to be defied, wanted to be controlled.

This became apparent a couple minutes later as I came again, harder than I’ve ever cum before. My body shuddered uncontrollably for a full fifteen seconds and tears leaked out of my eyes. My legs shook and my pussy sprayed juices everywhere, drenching Mike’s hand and arm. Tears leaked out of my eyes and my chest heaved up and down, desperate for air.

Smiling, Mike let his fingers slip from my pussy. “There,” he said. “Now you’re done.”

“For good,” I said, barely able to talk. “I think you broke me.”

“You? Broken?” Mike said. “Never. You’re the toughest girl I know. Hell, you’re tougher than most of the guys I know. You’re damn sure tougher than me. No way could I have taken what you just did.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said, flashing him an evil smile. “Have you ever tried to take four fingers inside you before?”

“Hell no.”

“Then how do you know you couldn’t take it? I think we should give it a shot.” I made a move towards him like I was going to try and slip my finger into his ass.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, scrambling away.

I laughed. It was nice to regain control. Even if I did take the easy way out.

“Come on,” I said, not willing to let it go. “Some guys are into that sort of thing.”

“Not me,” Mike said.

“How do you know until you try it?” I asked, moving towards him again.

“Oh, I know,” he said, dancing behind a table to get away from me, his cock flopping around as he moved.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll stop trying to stick my fingers in your ass if you stop running away.”

“Do you promise?” he asked.

“Yes, I promise,” I said. “Now get over here so I can ride your cock for a little while.”

“If you insist,” he said, coming back over toward the couch.

“It’s my turn to regain control,” I said, grabbing him by the shoulders, and pushing him down onto the couch, just like he had done to me earlier. I climbed onto his waist, my knees bent, my legs shins flat on the cushion underneath my thighs, straddling his waist. I grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against my ass but didn’t yet slip it into my pussy. “You just sit there and let me do my thing.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, a little half-smile on his face.

I lifted my body up and placed the tip of his cock against my pussy, which was still completely drenched and wide open from the evening’s fun. I messed with him a little bit, rubbing my pussy lips on the head of his cock for a few seconds before finally dropping my body onto his, my pussy engulfing his cock as it slipped inside me.

At this point in the proceedings, I didn’t even bother taking things slow. Because of the length and nature of the foreplay, I knew Mike was too far along to last very much longer and I wanted to ride him for as long as possible before he came.

I put my hands on his chest for balance and started bouncing atop him with reckless abandon, impaling myself on his cock, pounding my body onto his. I rode his cock from the very tip all the way down to the base, slamming my ass down into his groin until I could feel his balls against my asshole, taking the entire thing in fast, rhythmic thrusts.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex; wet, slapping sounds as our bodies came together, grunts and moans and labored breathing.

I put my palms on top of Mike’s thighs and leaned back, arching my back and tilting my head up towards the ceiling, exposing the hollow of my neck and offering him my tits.

He took advantage, cupping his hands underneath them and lifting, pushing me even further back and changing the angle of penetration.

I hammered down on his cock a few more times before eventually resting my body on top of his. I straightened my legs out in front of me and wrapped them around his hips. Keeping his cock deep inside me, I moved  my hips back and forth, grinding on him, out faces mere inches apart.

Staring at Mike while I rode him, it was obvious that he couldn’t hold out much longer. But I didn’t want him to cum yet, so I slowed things down, leaning forward and kissing him, giving him a chance to recover while I gently moved against him.

But he was just too far along. Instead of slowing things down, Mike was ready to finish. He picked me up off of him and tossed me onto the couch. He stood up and turned to face me, grabbing my ankles and spreading them wide, opening me up.

Then he took a step forward and dropped to his knees and slipped his cock into my waiting pussy. Just like me earlier, he didn’t even bother taking things slow, giving me his entire cock in hard and fast strokes right from the beginning, holding my legs wide open the entire time.

Grunting wordlessly, he pounded away at me, giving me his cock balls deep with every thrust. He was no longer interested in any witty repartee; nature had taken over, his attention was focused solely on expelling his seed.

He released my ankles and shifted his hands to my tits, grabbing them as he continued to fuck me, squeezing them tight as he hammered away on my pussy. One of his hands slid up to my neck. He wrapped it around my throat and gave it a little squeeze, not enough to cut off any air but just enough that I could feel it. But he wasn’t really into the rough stuff, and his hand only lingered there for a few seconds before returning back to my tits.

Mike slid his feet backwards a little bit, then went after me with more intensity than ever, the new angle of entry allowing him deeper penetration. Holding my legs back with his arms, he pounded away at my pussy, his lower half slamming against me at the end of every thrust.

His hands made their way up under my knees. Pushing back on them, he rolled me up even more, lifting my ass further off the couch. With his hands, he pushed down on my legs, forcing them deep into the cushions, folding me practically in half. He spread his legs wider and slid his feet forward, giving himself even more leverage, allowing him to pummel me even harder than before.

I was close to my third orgasm of the night, but I knew I didn’t have long to finish. My hand flew down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit, trying to help things along.

At this point in the proceedings Mike was too far along to even care. It was no longer about control, it was only about pure pleasure. A single-minded, mad rush to the finish line; a race that was nearly over. The first leg of it, at least.

His pounding ramped up yet another notch and I knew he was just seconds away now. I went after my clit with more intensity, desperately trying to cum before he did. Because I knew that if he finished before I was then I was screwed. And not in the good way.

As it turned out, I started to cum at precisely the same moment he shot his load into me. The often talked about but rarely achieved simultaneous orgasm was a thing of pure beauty, our bodies peaking in unison as we stared into each other’s eyes. both of us feeding off the other’s pleasure to prolong the sensation for an extra couple of moments.

After Mike had finished he stayed inside me, our bodies joined together, not moving, just relishing the feel of each other while we came down off our orgasms. After we’d both caught our breath, he leaned forward and gave me a kiss, then pulled his cock out of my pussy.

He fell onto the couch beside me, his cock practically glowing in the light from the cum that coated it. It was still hard but fading, although not too rapidly. From the looks of things, he wouldn’t need very long to recover before being ready to go again. Half an hour, tops. If even that.

“So what do you think?” I asked, rolling over to look at him. “A shower and another bottle of wine, and then we can get started on round two?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Mike said. “And this time, we’ll spend more time on fucking than on foreplay.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” I said.

Mike stood up, then held out his hand, helping me off the couch. Holding hands, we headed towards the bathroom to get cleaned up before doing it all again.

Good old Mike, always the reliable lover. And a gentlemen to boot. I could do worse.  A lot worse. I had, in fact. Many times. And undoubtedly would again in the future.

For now, at least, I was satisfied. And really, what more could a girl ask for?

 

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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.”

 

#

 

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.


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