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DIRTY AND EROTIC

8 NAUGHTY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Alex Hunter

Aaron Grimes

Misty Rose

Derek Price

Hailey Jameson

 Copyright 2018 by Extreme Publications

EXTREME PUBLICATIONS

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, lesbians, threesomes, pegging 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 DIRTY LITTLE SLUT IS HOT AND BOTHERED BY MISTY ROSE

DESTROYING THE FILTHY BABYSITTER BY DEREK PRICE

POUNDING HIS ASS BY GINA LANE

THREESOME NAUGHTINESS BY JEREMY HOLMES

GINA AND TINA ARE NAUGHTY BABES BY ALEX HUNTER

THE BOSS GETS HER WAY BY HAILEY JAMESON

BANGED IN THE ASS BY A YOUNGER MAN BY MISTY ROSE

ANAL ATTITUDE BY AARON GRIMES


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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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DESTROYING THE FILTHY BABYSITTER

DEREK PRICE

 

As a single dad in his early 30’s, Tim Wilkins rarely had any time to himself. His ex-wife was a junky piece of shit who couldn’t stay clean and hadn’t been in his or their daughters life for over two years now. Sometimes it felt like all he did was work and take care of his daughter, Katie.

Except Wednesday nights. That was the one night all week he had to himself. Tim and his college buddies got together to play poker and then usually ended up at some bar downtown, getting drunk and hitting on women like the old days.

The reason he had Wednesday nights to himself was because one of the young women in his complex came over to baby-sit Katie. Her name was Amy and she was a hottie, 21 years old and a college student at the local community college. She didn’t have school on Thursdays, so every Wednesday night she came over after Katie went to sleep at 9pm and kept an eye on things for Tim.

Amy was the kind of girl that Tim had chased around when he was younger. She was tiny, barely over 5 feet tall and just north of 100 pounds. She had long blonde hair, a cute face with a bit of a hard edge, and an incredible body. And if Tim could believe what he’d heard around the condominium complex, she was on the slutty side, with different young men coming out of her condo on a regular basis.

As ashamed as he was to admit it, this last part was the main reason he’d asked Amy to watch Katie instead of someone else. He’d caught himself fantasizing about her numerous times over the past year but didn’t know how to approach her romantically, or what she would do if he did. He hoped that one night he’d come home from his night out and be drunk enough to make a pass at her and see where it led. So far, he hadn’t gone there, but he figured it was just a matter of time until he did. It was wrong, and he knew it, but it was the truth, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Amy knocked on the door right at 9pm, just as she did every Wednesday night. She was always punctual, among other things. And one of those other things was she was always sexy as hell, but especially on this evening.

Tim answered the door to see her standing there wearing a pink t-shirt that was tied off just below her small, perky tits and a pair of tiny jean shorts that barely covered her ass. It was the perfect outfit to show off her tight, tiny, tanned body.

“Come on in,” Tim said after admiring her for an uncomfortable length of time. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her.

If Amy noticed, it didn’t bother her. In fact, she seemed to revel in his gaze, far more so than ever before. She even flashed him a little glance as she entered his condo, looking over her shoulder to see if he was still looking at her.

Which he was, of course. How could he not with that much flesh showing?

“Sorry about my outfit,” Amy said, smiling at him. “I was running late and had to come straight from work.”

“Where do you work?” Tim asked. He didn’t even know she had a real job.

“Shooter’s, over by the college,” she said.

“Ahh,” Tim replied. “That explains the outfit.”

Shooter’s was a local bar that hired only the hottest woman around as waitresses, then dressed them up in skimpy outfits just like the one Amy had on to lure in the male customers.

“Yes it does,” Amy said.

“I didn’t know you worked there,” Tim said.

“I just started a couple weeks ago,” she replied.

“Does that mean you won’t be available on Wednesday nights any more?”

“Of course not, silly,” Amy said, flashing him a sweet smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I told them I needed Wednesday nights off.”

Tim let out a (slightly) exaggerated sigh. “Thank goodness. I don’t know what I’d do without Wednesday nights to myself.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could think of something,” Amy said, her smile morphing from sweet to sly.

Tim didn’t know what to make of that, so he just pressed on. “Okay, nothing different about tonight. Katie is already asleep, as usual, but just like always, make sure you follow the rules. No drugs, don’t drink any of my booze, don’t break any furniture, and most importantly, don’t bring any boys over here, okay?”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing any of those things,” Amy said, flashing Tim her pearly whites, giving him her most innocent look.

“You promise?” Tim said, half-jokingly.

“I promise,” Amy replied.

“Okay, then I’m outta here,” Tim said, heading towards the door. “I’ll be home around two o’clock.”

“Have fun tonight,” Amy said. “Don’t get in too much trouble.”

“I’ll try no to,” Tim said. He closed the door behind him and heard Amy lock it. After a long sigh, he turned and headed towards the parking lot.

 

#

 

As soon as Tim parked the car in the lot, he knew immediately something was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it specifically, but the closer he came to his condo, the more his gut started to burn.

He’d had a really good night, won a couple hundred bucks playing cards, bought a few rounds of drinks, hit on a few women. But even though he could have easily gotten in the pants of one, he’d held off. He knew why, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. He wanted to keep open the possibility of making a move on Amy tonight, even though he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have the balls to actually follow through on it.

But now, as he approached his front door, hitting on Amy was the last thing on his mind. He could hear two voices through the door, one male and one female. And it was too loud to be the TV.

Fuming, Tim opened the door. And sure enough, there they were, a young man and Amy, curled up next to each other on the couch, the young man’s arms wrapped around Amy and her legs intertwined in his.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Tim said, talking forcefully but not so loud that he’d wake up Katie, who was sleeping in the room on the other side of the condo.

“Oh shit,” Amy said, bouncing to her feet. “What are you doing home already?”

“Already?” Tim said. “It’s two o’clock. Exactly when I told you I’d be home.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Amy said, a scared look on her face.

“You know the fucking rules,” Tim said, pissed off just as much about seeing a punk sitting on the couch with Amy as the fact that she’d broken the rules. “No boys allowed in my house.”

“I know, I know,” Amy said. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it,” Tim said, still pissed.

“Relax, dude,” the young man said. He was still lying on the couch, apparently unfazed by the situation, or at least acting like he was. A smirking grin was planted on his face. “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Tim said, turning towards the young man. He was having a difficult time keeping his voice low enough that Katie wouldn’t hear. “I’ve got some fucking stranger in my fucking house with my daughter asleep in the other room and you think that’s no fucking big deal?”

The young man just shrugged and continued looking at Tim with a little smirk.

“Alex, cut it out,” Amy said, shooting him a glance. Then, turning back towards Tim, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Tim looked back at Amy and could feel his anger starting to slough off. She seemed genuinely remorseful. Maybe it was all an act, but still, it was working. And then her friend chimed in again.

“Fucking get over it, dude,” Alex said, chuckling derisively under his breath. “Quit being such a fucking douchebag.”

“Alex!” Amy said, horrified. But Tim didn’t hear her. His focus was on the punk still lying on his couch.

“Douchebag?” he said, staring Alex down. “Did you just call me a douchebag?”

“What are you,” Alex said. “Deaf?”

And just like that, Tim’s anger came back tenfold. He stepped forward and grabbed Alex by the shirt and yanked him to his feet. The young man tried to brush him off but Tim was ready for it and pushed him back against the wall and held him there.

“Now listen up you little shit, and listen up good,” Tim said. “You’d better walk out of that front fucking door in the next five seconds or you’re gonna get your ass whipped. Do you understand?”

For a moment, Alex looked like he was going to spout off again, but then he thought better of it and just dropped his eyes and nodded his head.

Tim released his hold on Alex and the young man headed towards the door, walking silently, as though he was on his way to the electric chair.

“And close the door on your way out,” Tim said. “Softly.”

Tim watched Alex leave then turned back towards Amy.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he said to her.

Looking down at the floor, Amy just shrugged her shoulders.

“Do you not remember what I told you about having boys over? I said it three fucking times.”

“I know,” Amy said, still not looking at him. “I just . . .”

“You just what?” Tim asked.

“I just got bored,” she replied. “Katie was asleep, there was nothing on TV, I was starting to fall asleep—”

“So you called up Alex and invited him over,” he said.

Amy glanced up and caught Tim’s eyes and nodded again. “I know you’re pissed off,” she said. “But I’m sorry. I really am.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said. “And I am too.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because now I have to find someone else to watch Katie on Wednesday nights.”

“What?” Amy said, looking crushed. “No! Why?”

“Because I can’t trust you anymore,” Tim said. “Not when you’re bringing strangers into my house when my daughter is asleep.”

“It won’t happen again, I promise,” Amy said.

“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal anyway,” Tim said. “It’s not like you need the money that bad. You have a job now.”

“It’s not the money,” she said. “It’s just . . .” She trailed off, suddenly looking embarrassed.

“It’s just what?” he said.

“It’s just that I like coming over here,” Amy said. She dropped her eyes to the floor again and started to blush. “I like seeing you.”

This threw Tim for a loss. But he quickly recovered once he realized what she was saying and how he could use it to his advantage. A dastardly move, to be sure, but one he wasn’t above taking, especially after what she’d done to him on this night.

“I like seeing you too,” he said, pouring on the guilt a little more than necessary now. “But it’s just not a chance I can take with Katie in the next room. I’m sorry, Amy, but I just can’t do it.”

“Please?” she said, walking over towards Tim until she was standing just a couple feet away from him. “Isn’t there something I can do to change your mind? Anything?”

“I don’t know,” Tim said, giving her an admonishing look.

“Come on,” Amy said, dropping to her knees now and looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “There has to be something I can do.”

Seeing Amy kneeling in front of him like that turned Tim on like no tomorrow. His cock hardened up immediately and within seconds it was pressing up against his jeans.

Amy caught the movement too and glanced at his crotch for a moment before turning her eyes back up towards his. But she was looking at him differently now. Gone was the remorseful look. It had been replaced by an evil little half-smile.

“Yeah, there’s something I can do for you, alright,” she said. “Isn’t there?”

Tim didn’t answer her. He just continued staring down at her, trying to look annoyed, even though it was growing increasingly difficult now that he saw where the situation was headed.

“Yeah there is,” Amy said, crawling towards Tim until she was directly beneath him. She tilted her head further upwards, so her cheek was lying atop his thigh and her eyes were locked on his. Her grin had grown wider and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I just know I can get you to change your mind.”

Tim hard-on was raging now, his cock bulging in his pants mere inches from Amy’s pretty little face. But still he didn’t say anything to her, letting her draw whatever she wanted from his silence.

Still looking up at Tim, Amy started to rub his cock over his jeans. “This is what you want, right? This is what you’ve always wanted from me?”

This time Tim nodded. He just couldn’t help himself. It was exactly what he’d always wanted from Amy. And he couldn’t believe he was going to actually get it.

“That’s what I thought,” Amy said, sliding his zipper down and reaching her hand into the hole it created. She grabbed ahold of his cock and started to play with it, rubbing it softly but not pulling it out yet.

Tim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was trying to keep his cool and was mostly succeeding. But he was certainly enjoying himself too much to let this opportunity pass. This night looked like it was going to turn out even better than he could have ever hoped.

With a little effort, Amy negotiated Tim’s cock out of his pants. It was rock-hard, sticking straight out, as solid as a 2X4.

“Oh my god,” Amy said, admiring his cock with wide eyes. “It’s so big.”

Tim had heard that a lot. He didn’t know how his cock compared to other men, but every woman he’d ever been with had marveled at its size, so he figured it must stack up pretty well.

“Do you want me to suck on it?” Amy asked, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “If I suck on it will that makes things all better between us?”

“No,” Tim said. “It’s gonna take a lot more than just sucking my cock to make us all better. But it’ll be a good start.”

“Just tell me what else I need to do,” Amy said, jerking him off while she talked. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. “I’ll take whatever punishment you want to dish out on me. Do whatever you feel like you have to do to make things right with us.”

“Don’t worry,” Tim replied. “I will. Now stop talking and hold your mouth open for me.”

Amy nodded and did as she was told, opening wide, staring up at him the whole time. Her eyes were dancing with excitement.

Tim was excited too. As excited as he’d even been in his life. Here he was, with a ridiculously hot young woman willing to do whatever he told her to without hesitation. It was, quite literally, a dream come true.

“That’s right,” Tim said, not letting his excitement come through in his voice. “Just like that.” He didn’t want his exhilaration with the situation to overwhelm the anger he felt at Amy’s betrayal. He wanted to take full advantage of the situation, and therefore, Amy herself, and the best way to do that was the channel his anger and use it to give her the punishment she deserved.

Tim grabbed a handful of Amy’s hair with one hand and ahold of his hard cock with the other. He smacked her face a couple of times with the head of his cock then stuck it into her open mouth.

“That’s perfect,” Tim said as he started pumping her mouth with his cock. “Don’t fucking move. Just sit there while I fuck your face.”

Keeping a handful of her hair with one hand, Tim moved his cock in and out of Amy’s mouth, only giving her half of it in the beginning, to make sure she could handle it.

Amy took it like a champ, not gagging despite his size, keeping her mouth open and her big blue eyes turned up to his while he pumped her face.

“Not bad,” Tim said. “Not bad at all. But let’s see how you do with more of my cock.”

Tim grabbed another handful of Amy’s hair with his free hand and started pumping her face with more intensity, pulling her head towards him as he came forward, giving her more and more of his cock with every thrust.

Tim slammed his cock into Amy’s mouth as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat and tears began to leak down her cheek, smearing her mascara. But still she didn’t try to pull away. And somehow she maintained eye contact the entire time.

“That’s right,” Tim said, staring down at Amy’s pretty face. “Take my cock in your mouth. Take it like the slut that you are.”

And she did, keeping her mouth open even as saliva started pouring out of it, down her chin and onto the floor. It was quite impressive.

Tim gradually increased the depth until he was giving Amy his entire cock with every pump, making it disappear into her mouth before pulling back and slamming it into her again while she gagged and coughed but still didn’t close her mouth or try and pull away.

Tim pumped Amy’s mouth with his whole cock a couple more times before jamming it in one last time and holding it deep inside her, forcing her to deepthroat him. With his hands on the back of her head, Tim held Amy in place for nearly five seconds before releasing his hold on her.

Amy’s head flew back and she coughed and gasped for breath as a river of saliva streamed out of her mouth, adding to the reservoir of spit on the hardwood floor from earlier.

Tim looked down at the pool, then back at Amy, who was staring up at him expectantly. It was time to see how far she was willing to go to please him.

“You’re making a mess,” Tim said, pointing down at the pool of saliva. “Clean it up.”

Amy immediately dropped to her hands and knees and bowed her head forward and used her tongue to lick her spit off the floor, pausing every once in a while to make more room in her mouth by turning her head up and swallowing some saliva.

“That’s a good girl,” Tim said. “Keep this up and I just might let you back into my house after tonight.” He watched her clean the floor with a combination of excitement and awe. It was obvious from her actions and attitude that Amy was willing do whatever he wanted. It was time to more fully take advantage of her willingness.

Tim grabbed ahold of Amy’s hair and dragged her over toward the couch. Once there, he sat her down on the floor and spun her around so her back was up against the base of the couch. Then he pushed her head back until it was lying flat on the cushion. Her face was pointed towards the ceiling and her butt was on the floor.

“Have you changed your mind yet?” Tim asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Amy anyway.

She shook her head. “Do what you have to,” she said, looking up at him, her face still glowing with pleasure. “I’m game for whatever you have to offer.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Tim said.

He dropped his knees onto the couch, one on each side of Amy’s head, straddling her face. Grabbing ahold of his cock, he smacked her face with it a couple times, then stuck it into her mouth. Staring down at her, Tim began to pump her face, jamming his entire cock into her mouth and holding it there until she started to gag before pulling away.

Tim let a stream of spit drop from his mouth and onto Amy’s face, then used his cock to rub it in, pressing down on his shaft and rolling it along her face, covering her features in saliva.

Once he’d had enough of that, Tim crawled forward on the couch until his ballsack was hovering directly above Amy’s mouth.

“Open up,” he said.

Amy did as she was told without hesitation.

Tim took a moment to again marvel at the control he had over her, then dropped his balls into her mouth.

Amy knew exactly what to do, working his balls like an expert, mixing things up, sucking on both together then one at a time, constantly varying the pressure from light to nearly painful before lightening up again.

Tim was staring down at her, nodding slightly and taking deep, measured breaths to maintain his composure. But it was difficult. And it became even more so after Amy reached up and grabbed ahold of his cock and jerked him off while continuing to work his balls with her mouth.

Staring down at Amy as she sucked on his balls and worked his cock was getting Tim a little too excited for his own good. What Amy was doing to him right now just felt too incredible. He still had lots of things he wanted to do to Amy before wrapping the night up. So he decided to get on with them before it was too late.

Tim rose up, popping his balls out of Amy’s mouth.

“Is everything all right?” Amy asked, sounding genuinely worried that she’d done something wrong.

“Yeah,” Tim said. “Everything’s great. I’m just mixing things up a bit.”

“Oh, good,” Amy said, smiling. “I just want you to be happy.”

“And I am,” Tim said, pulling Amy’s shirt off over her head, showing off her firm, perky tits. “But I’ll be happier soon.”

And with that, he turned around like he was going to sit on the couch, but instead of dropping onto one of the cushions, he plopped his ass directly atop Amy’s face, smothering her.

“Get that tongue in there,” he said, grinding atop her face. “Lick my asshole. Like you mean it.”

Amy did, working her tongue in and around his asshole as best she could with him putting all his weight on her face.

Tim stayed there for a full ten seconds before rising up a bit, giving Amy a chance to breathe.

“Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like it when I smother you with my ass?”

“I love it,” Amy said, grinning up at him as her chest heaved up and down to get air into her lungs.

Tim shook his head and laughed under his breath before catching himself. Forcing the smile off his face, he said, “You’re damn right you do. Now stick your tongue out. I want to ride it.”

Amy did as she was told, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Tim said, squatting down again. This time he kept his ass a little above Amy’s face, not sitting on it, allowing him to move his hips back and forth and ride her rigid tongue with his asshole.

Amy got into the act too, reaching up and spreading Tim’s asscheeks with her hands, allowing her deeper access to his anus.


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