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SEXY EROTIC BABES

8 FILTHY TALES

Tory Mynx

Michael Scott Taylor

Tyler Mackey

Brock Landers

Scotty Diggler

Dirk Rockwell

Shane Tyler

Tommy Sins

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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 are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE ALPHA FEMALE RUNS THE SHOW BY TORY MYNX

PUNISHED BY HIS DIRTY GIRLFRIEND BY MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

ANAL FANTASY THREESOME BY TYLER MACKEY

NAUGHTY ANAL JUNKY BY BROCK LANDERS

POUNDING A PORNSTAR BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

ROUGHING UP THE PERVERTED ESCORT BY DIRK ROCKWELL

GETTING WHAT SHE WANTS BY SHANE TYLER

ONE HELL OF A FILTHY SPINNER BY TOMMY SINS


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THE ALPHA FEMALE RUNS THE SHOW

TORY MYNX


As I’ve explained before, I’m a dirty little slut. I make no bones about it, I don’t apologize for it, and I’m certainly not embarrassed by it. I thoroughly enjoy fucking and strive to do it every chance I get, every way I can get it, and with as many men as possible. End of story.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m always walking around wearing a ton of makeup with teased up hair and skimpy clothes and fuck-me pumps, swinging my ass around so everyone can see.

Quite the opposite, in fact. I generally wear very little makeup, have a simple haircut, and am usually dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Something that shows plenty of skin, but in a non-obvious way. No piercings, no tattoos, nothing that would betray my little secret.

Chances are if you passed me on the street or saw me in a grocery store, you’d have no idea that I had a serious nasty streak. You’d just see a cute, innocent-looking young woman with dark hair standing a shade over five feet tall and right around one hundred pounds, carrying herself like she’s a little on the shy side, someone you’d have to coax into bed slowly, a girl you’d want to take home to your parents.

I’m the very definition of cute, and most people are under the illusion that cute automatically equates to innocent.

There’s nothing I enjoy more than shattering that illusion.


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Tonight I’m on my way to see a guy named Xander. He’s a friend of a friend, someone that I’ve partied with a couple times over the past year or so. He’s a couple years younger than me and pretty cute, but nobody that I’d taken any particular interest in. Mostly because he hadn’t really showed any interest in me.

But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. A few nights ago, Kelly (she’s our mutual friend) and I were on our way back home from a bar when she asked me if I’d noticed Xander. I told her I was aware of him, but that was about it. Then she broke out the news.

“He totally digs you,” Kelly said.

“Oh yeah?” I replied. “He sure hasn’t shown it. He barely even looks at me and he’s never said anything more than hi.”

“He’s just a little shy, that’s all,” Kelly said. “Not real good with the ladies. You know, one of those sad little boys who was told what to do by their domineering mom their whole life?”

“Is that right?” I said, my mind working. I’d been looking for a new boy for my rotation, someone who liked to be pushed around. And ones with mommy issues were prime targets.

Kelly nodded. “He asked me to see if you were interested, and if you were, to give him a call.”

So I did. And we set up a date. Dinner and a couple drinks. Or so Xander thought.

He was in for the surprise of his life.


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It’s the night of our date. I’m on the couch watching television when my doorbell rings. I turn off the TV, climb to my feet and go to answer it. I’m wearing a simple black dress and heels. Something that will be easy to get out of.

I look through the peephole and see Xander standing out there, looking nervous.

I open the door.

“Hey there,” I say.

“Hi,” he replies. He’s wearing black pants and a black shirt and looking better than I remember. Dark hair, brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, cute smile. A shade under six feet tall, maybe a hundred and eighty-five pounds. Not bad at all.

“Do you want to come in for a drink before we go?” I ask.

“I’d love to.”

I stand aside and let him in. He walks in and stops just inside the door, taking measure of my place. I close the door behind him and immediately drop to my knees.

He turns around and is startled to see me looking up at him, my big eyes like a puppy’s, my hands already reaching for his waist.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” he says, but I ignore him and starting undoing his belt.

Xander tries to back away but I stay right with him, shuffling on my knees as he moves backwards, my hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually he backs up all the way to the wall.

“Nowhere to run to now,” I say, smiling like a demon up at him.

He just stares at me, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

“What’s the matter,” I say, smiling wider now. I loves messing with men, flipping their expectations, keeping them on edge. It gets me off. “This is what you wanted, right? This is where you were hoping the night would end up?”

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

“Then stop fighting it,” I say, going back to work on his belt. “We’re just dropping all the pretense and going straight to the main course.” I finish undoing his belt then unbutton his fly and drop his zipper.

Xander’s pants fall to the ground. His raging boner is sticking out of the little slit in his boxers. His cock isn’t huge but that’s all right. Size only matters to a certain extent. Of course bigger is better (up to a certain point, at least) but as long as it’s within the bell curve it’s not that big of a deal. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to be using it all much tonight. I’m going to be utilizing other parts of his body to do most of the work on the first part of our evening.

“You have a beautiful cock,” I say, looking up at him as I run my fingers along it. All men love to hear that. It feeds their ego. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

I take his cock in my mouth without waiting for an answer. I mean, it’s not like he’s going to say no.

I work it for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting myself warmed up, then start sucking it more aggressively, taking it halfway down my throat, bobbing on it with urgency, my eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact as I take his cock deeper and deeper and deeper until the whole thing is in my mouth, tickling my throat, filling me up, making it difficult to breathe.

I hold his cock in my throat for as long as I can before pulling off. My mouth is filled with saliva and I spit it on his cock then start jerking him off some more.

“You like that?” I say, staring up at him while working his cock with my hand. “You like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat? Choking and gagging on it?”

He nods.

“It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” I say, getting off on the discomfort he feels when I talk dirty to him. It’s written all over his face. He likes it but doesn’t know how to react to it. It’s obvious this wasn’t what he was expecting tonight. In fact, from his deer-in-headlights look, I’m certain he’s never had a girl do anything like this before. Which just fuels me further.

I drop down onto the back of my legs and slide in closer to him. Then I go to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in my mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all the while still jerking him off.

“What about that?” I say. “You like that too?”

“Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

It makes me giggle to see how much he’s fighting his instincts. And ups my efforts even more, of course.

I grab ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeeze, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then I take both of his balls in my mouth and suck hard.

He makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Exactly what I was going for. I can feel him tensing up so I pop his balls out of my mouth before it’s too late.

“I’ve got more where that came from,” I say. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

He nods, his eyes wide. He’s totally mine, like a puppet on a string. I can’t help but smile. Men are so easy to manipulate. Just suck their cocks for a couple minutes and promise some more later and they’ll do whatever you want without the slightest hesitation.

I grab him by the cock and lead him over to the living room. Once we’re there I grab a throw pillow from the couch and drop it on the floor.

“Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” I say.

He does as he’s told. Without hesitation, of course.

I stand over him, one leg on each side of his body, standing directly over his hard cock and slide my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties and heels.

“What do you think?” I ask.

“I think you’re perfect,” he replies.

“Good answer,” I say with a smile as I unhook my bra and let it drop to the ground. I take a couple steps forward until I’m standing directly above his face. I start rubbing my pussy through my panties while looking down the length of my body at him.

“Do you want to see my pretty little pussy?” I ask.

He nods.

I slip out of my panties and stick two fingers in my pussy. They slide in easily; I’m already soaking wet; it doesn’t take much. I work my pussy with my fingers while looking down at Xander. It excites me to watch him as he watches me play with myself.

After I’ve got my fingers nice and wet I pull them out of my pussy. “Do you want to taste it?” I ask.

He nods again.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Please let me taste your pussy,” he says.

“That’s better.” I bend down and stick my fingers in his mouth. “Suck my juices off my fingers. One at a time.”

Xander does exactly as he is told. He’s a good little submissive, just as I knew he’d be. Momma’s boys always are.

“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Lick them clean.”

He does.

“Do you want me to sit on your face?” I say after he’s done with my fingers.

“Yes please,” he says.

Smiling, I squat over him, one foot on the carpet on each side of his head. My pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth but I don’t yet drop it onto him. I want to play with him some more. Taunt him. Tease him.

“Is this what you want?” I ask. “For me to sit on your face so you can lick my pussy?”

He nods vigorously. His breath is coming quickly now and his excitement is obvious.

I’m getting off too; Fucking is great, but dominating a guy, controlling the entire situation? Now that is incredible.

He reaches up and grabs my hips to pull me down onto him but I slap his arms away.

“Hands off,” I say. “This is my gig. I control the action. You don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Understand?”

He nods. His eyes are hungry with need.

Still squatting above him, I stick my fingers in my pussy, working it until my juices are dripping down onto his face. Once I’m good and wet I grab a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against my pussy.

“Lick it,” I say

He does as he’s told.

I let him work on my pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow. Then I go back to work on myself, rubbing my clit, working myself up. I knows he’s pining away for me to sit on his face by now but I’ve got some business to take care of first.

I continue rubbing my clit until I’m right at the point of orgasm. It doesn’t take long; it never does with me. But right before I cum I drop down onto my knees so my pussy is on top of his face. Still rubbing away at my clit, I grind my pussy into his mouth and start riding his tongue.

The pleasure is immense and immediate. I’m right at the point of cumming but I don’t slow down one bit; in fact, I get more aggressive, leaning forward and riding his face more intensely. His rigid tongue is sliding up and down on my pussy and his nose is pressing against my clit. A few seconds of that and then I’m cumming, my body spasming and a low, intense groan escaping from my throat.

Needing a little break, I lean back so I can watch Xander’s eyes as he works my pussy with his tongue. His face is red and intense. He’s taking his job seriously. And he’s enjoying this. So I go back to work, dropping my pussy back onto his face and grinding away.

But he’s a bit too gentle for my tastes. I like to ride the edge of pain and pleasure, and he’s too much of a sub to get aggressive with me. So I have to take matters into my own hands. Literally. So I take one breast in each hand and pinch my nipples while he works on my snatch.

Working my nipples while he eats me out does the trick. Now that I’m good and warmed up again it’s time to mix things up. See how much I can get away with before he relents. Something tells me it’s going to be pretty far.

“Are you ready to taste my ass?” I ask.

He nods instead of speaking but this time I let him get away with it. After all, his mouth is being put to good use already.

I spin around on his face so I’m facing his cock (which is still sticking straight up despite not having been touched by me) then I use my hands to spread my ass cheeks and plop my asshole right onto his mouth.

He goes to work immediately, licking my asshole with urgency, like a man possessed.

“That’s right,” I say. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get your tongue in there and work it around. That’s right. Good boy.”

My talking seems to turn him on, as he goes to work more aggressively. Pretty soon his rigid tongue is slipping inside my asshole, tickling my insides.

I choke off sounds of pleasure (I don’t want him getting too confident) and start bouncing on his face, his tongue sliding deeper and deeper inside me every time I bottom out. It feels incredible, but I still need something more to get myself off again. So I stick my fingers inside my pussy and starts banging myself while he works my asshole with his tongue.

About a minute of fucking myself while he works my asshole and I’m right at the point of cumming yet again. I pull my fingers from my pussy and aggressively rub my clit, once again putting me over the top.

I let out a low, deep, animalistic moan as the orgasm rocks my body. This one is more violent than the first two, causing me to shake and shimmy. Xander’s tongue slips out of my asshole but he continues licking away at it, prolonging my ecstasy.

I figure it’s time to reward him for a job well done so I lean over and take his cock in my mouth.

A little moan escapes from his throat but he doesn’t stop licking my asshole. In fact, he goes at it with even more fervor, using his hands to spread my asscheeks wide, making me gape and giving him even deeper access.

I suck his cock for a little while, bobbing up and down on it while my hand works his shaft, mixing up the depth and pressure to keep him on edge. I don’t want him getting into too good of a rhythm; I still need his cock inside me before we go on our date.

I can tell from the way his body is reacting that he’s pretty close to cumming so I lift myself up off his face and let his cock slip out of my mouth, giving him a chance to recover. And me a chance to mess with his head a little bit.

I turn and sit on the lower part of his stomach. My legs are on each side of his body and my ass is pressing back against his cock, providing just a little bit of pressure.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask, pretending like I’m genuinely concerned. Like I don’t know how he’s going to answer.

“Very much so,” he says.

“I’m not taking things too quickly, am I?”

“Not at all,” he says.

“Are you sure?” I say. “Because sometimes I can be a bit . . . pushy.”

“I like it.”

“Good,” I say. “So you want me to continue telling you what to do?”

“Yes,” he says.

I glare at him and my tone gets harsh. “Yes what?”

“Yes please.”

“That’s better,” I say, my glare turning into a smile and my voice softening. “Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sit on your face again and smother you until I have another orgasm. Then I’m going to ride your cock until you’re ready to cum. Then you’re going to shoot your load all over my face. Understand?”

He nods.

“If you do all things and do them well, then after dinner we’ll have another round just like this one. Except crazier. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great.”

“Of course it does,” I say. “Because you’re a perverted, dirty little boy who likes to get told what to do, aren’t you?”

He nods.

“Don’t nod. Say it.”

“Yes.”

“Repeat it back to me,” I say. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

“I’m a perverted nasty little boy who likes to get told what to do,” Xander says.

“Yes you are,” I reply. “Now stick out your tongue.”

He complies, of course.

I climb up his chest and straddle his face and pin his arms to the carpet, then drop my pussy right back onto his mouth, giving him my entire weight this time, completely smothering him with my flesh. Despite his lack of air, he goes to work on my pussy with vigor, licking and tonguing me while I continue to hold his arms down, making him all but helpless.

I do exactly what I said I was going to do; grind on his face until I cum, my pussy juices dripping out of me, drenching his face and getting in his mouth and up his nose and in his eyes.

Once I’m done I lift my pussy off his face and stare down at him, our eyes locked together. His face is red and he’s breathing hard and deep but he’s smiling widely.

Still squatting over him, I say, “You like it when I sit on your face, don’t you?”

Xander nods.

I spit on his face.

“What about that? Do you like it when I spit on you?”

He nods again, his smile still wide and full of excitement.

I give him a slap on the cheek. Just a little one without much force.

“And that?”

Another nod. His smile has grown even larger.

I slap him again, harder this time. And again. And again. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. His cheek is bright red but still he’s smiling. And breathing more deeply than ever.

I return his smile. I just can’t help it. I’m having a grand old time.

“You really are a nasty little boy, aren’t you?” I say, wondering how far he’ll let me go with the abuse. Maybe after dinner I’ll try and find out. But right now I’m starting to get hungry, so it’s time to finish up round one.

I take a couple steps back so my pussy is right above his cock.

“Now I’m going to ride you,” I say. “But you’re going to tell me before you cum, right? I want your load all over my face.”

He nods.

“That’s a good boy,” I say as I squat down, grab ahold of his cock and slip it into my dripping wet pussy. With my hands on his chest for balance, I start moving my body up and down, slowly and deliberately, taking his entire cock from tip to balls, my pussy swallowing it with ease, my juices making things nice and smooth.

He gasps and closes his eyes, his face fixed in a scowl of concentration. I’m guessing he’s trying desperately not to cum, but even if he does, it’s not that big of a deal. After all, I had a feeling this was how the first part of the night was going to go, which is why I had him do all those things to me earlier. I wanted to make sure I got off multiple times before we went to dinner.

In fact, the way I figure it, the sooner he cums the better. Because then he’ll feel guilty about finishing up so quickly after he’s stuck his dick in me. Which means that later, after dinner, I’ll exploit that guilt to push his limits even further.

So I slip down to my knees so I’m straddling him and start riding him faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, my ass slamming down into his balls at the bottom of every thrust.

I put my hands on his thighs and lean back, changing the angle of penetration, tilting his cock backwards, increasing the pressure. I slide my pussy up and down on his cock a few times then start riding it in a circular motion.


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