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KINKY BABES WHO LIKE IT ROUGH

8 HARDCORE STORIES

Ashley Embers

Copyright 2018 by Ashley Embers

EROTIC FILTH PUBLICATIONS

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ROUGHER THAN EVER

DOMINATING THE HUNK DOWN THE HALL

PUNISHING THE NANNY

A PAIR OF DIRTY SLUTS

 PUNISHING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT

MY NAUGHTY BABES: ADRIANA & MOLLY

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT PICKS UP A STRANGER

GETTING FREAKY WITH MY PERVERTED GIRLFRIEND


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ROUGHER THAN EVER


 

Eric Carlson is halfway through his third bottle of wine when there’s a knock on the door of his suite.

He takes one last swig directly from the bottle then sets it on the table and heads over to answer the door, the room wavering just a bit from the effects of the wine.

 Normally he goes into these sessions relatively sober but tonight he has a different plan; to consume as much alcohol as possible before the session starts. Because even though he’s come a long way in the last couple of months, Eric still has some inhibitions. He’s just wired that way. He’s hoping that if he drinks enough he’ll be able to push past them. He’s not sure it will work out like he’s planning, but he figures it won’t hurt to try.

He comes to the door and peeks out the spyhole. Standing there is a short, fully-stacked, raven-haired beauty wearing blue jeans and an unzipped black leather jacket with only a lacy bra underneath, showing off her huge, glorious breasts without absolutely no shame. With her hair cut in a sharp, edgy style and her face caked with makeup, Tory plays up her sluttiness to the max, which is exactly what Eric is looking for tonight. A straight-up slut to run roughshod over.

Eric has been through a really tough couple of weeks and he wants to take out his anger on someone. Not too long ago, that would have meant a phone call to Jasmine. But he’s spent so much time with her lately that he’s starting to develop feelings for her, which makes it harder and harder to debase her like he used to. That’s not to say that they haven’t got freakier with each other as time has gone on, but it their nights together are no longer rooted in anger. Which, ultimately, is a good thing.

But not tonight. Tonight Eric is pissed off. And he wants to take his rage out on someone. Which is why he called Tory a couple of hours ago instead of Jasmine.

He’s been with Tory once before, when she tagged along with Jasmine for one of their sessions, so he knows what he’s getting. But because he doesn’t have any feelings towards her, it’s easier to see her as just a fucktoy, which means he won’t have to worry about conflicting emotions when he’s treating her like shit.

Tory knows exactly what she’s getting into tonight. Eric made that quite clear to her on the phone. And she’s fine with it. Looking forward to it, actually. Or so she says, which is good enough for Eric.

He opens the door and lets Tory in and closes the door behind her.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again,” Tory says as she crosses the room towards the table with the bottle of wine sitting on it. “I figured you’d give Jasmine a call whenever you wanted a night like this.”

“Normally I would,” Eric says. “But I was in the mood for something different tonight.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Tory says, “It’s fine with me. I was just surprised, that’s all.” She picks up the bottle of wine. “Do you mind if I have some?”

“Be my guest. I’ll get you a glass.”

“Don’t bother,” Tory says. “I don’t need one.”

She proceeds to take a long swig straight from the bottle before pulling it from her lips and holding it out towards Eric.

Smiling, he grabs the bottle from her. “That wasn’t a very polite thing to do,” he says before proceeding to do the exact same thing.

“Nobody’s ever accused me of being polite before,” Jasmine replies, matching his grin.

“Which is exactly why you’re here tonight instead of Jasmine,” Eric says.

“Fair enough,” Tory says. “She says hi, by the way.”

“Who? Jasmine?”

Tory nods.

“You told her you were coming to see me?” Eric asks.

 “Of course,” Tory says. “We talk all the time.”

“Is she upset?” Eric asks.

Tory laughs and shakes her head. “No. Not at all. She understands.”

“Really?”

“Yep. She’s flattered, even.”

“Is that right?”

“It sure is,” Tory says. “Personally, I think it’s kind of pathetic, but that’s just me.”

“Pathetic, huh?” Eric says, smiling ruefully. He’s not sure if Tory means what she’s saying or just playing a role, and he doesn’t really care. Either way she’s helping him get in the right mood for the evening.

“Yeah. I mean, we are escorts, in case you didn’t remember,” Tory continues. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or something.”

“Maybe not,” Eric says, undoing his belt and slipping it off his waist. He grips the buckle in his fist and rolls the belt over his hand until only six inches are still sticking out. “But I do have feelings for her. Which means I’d probably subconsciously take it easy on her. But you I hardly even know. So I won’t have those same issues.”

He slaps the belt on the palm of his hand. The sound fills the room like a gunshot but Tory doesn’t even flinch. Apparently she’s used to this sort of thing. Eric smiles, his excitement overflowing already.

“Are you ready to get started?” Eric asks, slapping the belt against his hand again, hard enough to leave a red mark this time.

“Whenever you are,” Tory replies.

In lieu of a reply Eric smacks her across the ass with his belt.

Tory yelps in surprise and takes a small step forward to maintain her balance. She flashes him a dirty look.

“Surprised you a bit there, didn’t I?” Eric says, his mouth turned up in a wicked smile.

“A little,” she says.

He smacks her across the ass again, a little more forcefully. But Tory was expecting it and bites down on her bottom lip instead of making any sound. She glares at him with defiance in her eyes.

“You’ve got a little bit of an edge to you, don’t you?” Eric says, laughing softly. He’s thoroughly enjoying this.

Tory doesn’t bother with a response. She just continues glaring at him.

“That’s good,” he says. “It’ll make it more gratifying when I break you.”

Tory scoffs. “Break me? You?” She shakes her head. “It’s never going to happen.”

“We’ll see,” Eric says. He smacks her ass again, even harder.

A flash of pain crosses Tory’s features for a moment and she makes a little gasping sound. Fortunately her breath is quickening and her face is starting to flush too, which means that the pain brings her some pleasure along with it. Which is exactly what Eric is shooting for.

“That one stung a bit, didn’t it?” he says.

“Nothing I haven’t felt before,” she replies, her mouth turned up in a sneer.

“So it’s not too much for you?”

“Not even close.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eric says. “Because we’ve got a lot further to go.”

“Bring it on,” Tory says.

“Oh, I intend to,” he says.

He unrolls the belt from his fist and runs the tail through the buckle, creating a loop. Standing face-to-face with her, he slips the loop over Tory’s neck and tightens it. Not so much that it’s choking her but not loosely either.

“Take your jacket off,” Eric says.

Tory does as she’s told. If she’s at all alarmed by the belt around her neck she isn’t showing it.

“Now your bra,” he says.

She slips it off, revealing her huge tits. Firm but not overly so, floppy but not droopy, they are glorious and just begging to be played with. He can’t resist.   

Using the belt as a leash, Eric leads her over to the nearest wall. Once there, he pushes her up against it, back first.

“Open your mouth,” Eric says.

She does.

Eric puts the tail of the belt between her teeth, lengthwise, the flat side parallel to the ground.

“Bite down,” he says.

 Tory bites down on the leather.

“Don’t drop that belt, no matter what,” Eric says. “Understand?”

Tory nods.

“Good,” Eric says. Then he starts working her tits with his hands, groping and cupping and squeezing them before starting in on her nipples, rubbing and playing with her them until they’re hard.

Once they are both sticking out he grabs them between his forefinger and thumb, one nipple for each hand. He starts off by rubbing them between his fingers, gently at first but gradually increasing the pressure and intensity.

Tory is moaning lightly behind the belt and her breath is growing ever more rapid. So far, so good.

He rubs her nipples between his fingers for another couple of seconds, then gives them both a hard pinch, eliciting a gasp from Tory but not a big enough one to force her to drop the belt.

“Not bad,” he says. “Not bad at all.”

Despite the compliment, Eric doesn’t let up. In fact, he squeezes even harder, twisting both hands at the same time, tweaking her nipples, pulling on them, stretching them out.

Tory is moaning loudly and her body is starting to quiver but still she doesn’t let go of the belt.

Likewise, Eric doesn’t let go of her nipples, pinching them between his fingers and turning them nearly 360 degrees before finally releasing them.

Tory gasps at the sudden absence of pain, this time nearly dropping the belt from her mouth.

He barely gives her a chance to recover before slapping down on one of her tits with and open hand. She grunts behind the belt. He slaps the other tit, eliciting another grunt.

For the next minute or so he smacks the hell out of her tits, trading off, one and then the other, giving her just enough time to recover in between slaps that she feels the full force of every single blow.

By the end of the session Tory’s tits are bright red and her chest is heaving. Tears are leaking from her eyes, making her mascara run down her face. But based on the tight set of her jaw and her defiant eyes, she’s far from defeated.

“That was pretty impressive,” Eric says, pulling the belt from her mouth. “You’re tougher than you look.”

“That was nothing,” she says. “I deal with worse every day.”

“I’m sure you do,” Eric says. He spins the belt so his hand holding it is behind her head, the buckle pressing up against the skin on the back of her neck. Then he raises his hand holding the belt over her head, pulling it tight around her neck, choking her. “And rest assured, you’ll be dealing with worse tonight. This is only the beginning.”

“I can’t wait,” she manages to croak out even though she can barely breathe.

Laughing, Eric lets his hand drop.

Before Tory can catch her breath, Eric spins her around and pushes her face-first against the wall.

Without saying a thing, he undoes the belt, releases it from her neck, sticks the tail in his mouth and bites down on it. He grabs one of her arms and pulls it behind her back. Then does the same for her other arm, crossing one of her wrists over the other.

Holding her arms together with one hand, Eric reaches for the belt with his free hand. He wraps the belt around her wrists a couple of times in a figure-eight pattern, then once again slips the tail of the belt into the buckle and sticks the prong into one of the holes, effectively handcuffing her.

Once Tory’s arms are incapacitated, Eric squats down. Reaching around her waist, he undoes the button and zipper on her jeans and pulls them down, panties and all. He doesn’t take them completely off, however, instead stopping once the waistband is just below her ass.

Now her legs are trapped, along with her arms, rendering her essentially helpless. Time to turn up the heat.

Eric stands up and presses against her, his groin pushing against the top part of her ass, his cock pressing painfully against his pants. With his chin over her shoulder he slides his hand down the front of her body, stopping for a moment to grope her tits some more before proceeding down her stomach until his hand is between her legs.

He’s planning on rubbing the outside of her shaved snatch to get her warmed up but she’s already soaking wet down there—apparently getting smacked around turns Tory on quite a bit—so he decides to get right down to business. He slips two fingers into her pussy and slams them up into her with as much force as he can muster.

Even in her 3-inch heels, Tory is quite a few inches shorter than Eric, forcing him to lower his body by spreading his legs wider in order to get any leverage in their current position. The upside to this is his groin is now pressing directly against her ass. Unfortunately his cock is still in his pants. He’s tempted to pull it out but is afraid he won’t be able to keep himself from sticking it into Tory, something he’s trying to hold off on for the time being.

Trying to take his mind off his cock, he slides a third finger inside Tory’s pussy, causing her to gasp audibly. Moving his hand back and forth quickly, his fingers filling up her pussy, Eric fingerfucks her without mercy while she moans and squirms beneath him.

Every sound Tory makes entices him to bang her with more force; every time she cries out he pushes his fingers further inside her, every increase in her breath rate just inspires him to slam her with more aggression.

Once he thinks she’s getting comfortable, he forces his pinky inside her pussy, making it four fingers altogether.

Tory reacts to this with a high-pitched whimper. But Eric doesn’t want to hear it. He covers her mouth with his free hand and continues slamming her pussy with everything he has.

As soon as she’s used to this new development, Eric switches it up again, this time pulling his hand from over her mouth and gripping her around the throat.

He proceeds to choke Tory while he bangs her with his fingers, tightening his grip with every passing second without letting up at all on her pussy.

Unable to breathe, Tory starts to fade quickly. Her face is growing red and her legs are starting to weaken. Her mouth is slightly open and her lips are moving but just barely. Her eyelids are fluttering. But still her body reacts to his fingers: Her pussy is wetter than ever.

It isn’t until Tory’s eyes fall closed and her head starts to slump that Eric releases his hold on her throat.

Her chest heaves as her body once again draws air. Her face regains its color and her eyes reopen, wider—and filled with more excitement—than ever.

This brush with unconsciousness seems to stimulate Tory even more. She lets out a scream of pleasure as an orgasm overwhelms her body. Her pussy gushes juices, soaking Eric’s hand and dripping onto the carpet. Her return to the conscious world also appears to have heightened her sensitivity, as she suddenly tries to squirm out of Eric’s grip, twisting her lower body in an attempt to pull away from his fingers.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eric says, his smile widening as he shifts his body along with hers. He doesn’t have any trouble keeping her under control due to the constraints on her legs and arms.

Tory does manage to turn herself around, so that her back is now against the wall, but it doesn’t do her any good. Eric keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy, even managing to continue banging her as she tries to escape.

Tory drops to the floor, her butt on the ground, but Eric moves along with her, finger-fucking her more aggressively now due to the increase in leverage he has over her.

Tears are streaming down Tory’s face as she begs him to stop. But her face paints a different picture than her words; it’s fixed in a mask of pleasure, ecstasy even, and the cries coming from her mouth are ones of enjoyment, not pain.

“Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!”

“I thought you said you could handle anything,” Eric says, still not letting up in the least even though his forearm is starting to burn with the effort.

“Not this,” Tory says, her chest still heaving uncontrollably. It’s a wonder she can even form words. “Not this. It feels . . . too good.”

“Too good? I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“Neither did I,” Tory says. “But it does.” She groans and shudders again as another orgasm passes through. “Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just please . . . I need a break. I’m begging you.”

“You’ll do anything?”

With her eyes opened wide with hope, Tory nods her head vigorously. “Anything. Without complaint.”

Eric stops banging her but keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy as he pretends to think about her offer. In reality he’s thinking about how curious it is that pleasure can works just as well as pain—if not better, in Tory’s case—when it comes to breaking someone. It’s something he’s never considered before. But it’s definitely something he’ll keep in mind for the future.

For now, however, there are more important issues at hand. Like continuing to impart his will upon Tory, for example.

 With their faces mere inches away, Eric offers a wicked smile, and says, “Sorry, but I’m having too much fun right now,” then goes back to slamming his four fingers inside her pussy.

Tory’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a low, long, visceral moan.

Laughing softly, loving the power he has over her, Eric bangs her for another thirty seconds or so before taking mercy on her and letting his fingers slide out of her pussy.

Eric barely gives her a chance to recover, however, before he’s back on his feet. Standing over Tory, he grabs her by the hair, lifting her up until she’s on her knees with her head directly in front of his groin. He unbuttons his waistband, drops his pants, grabs ahold of his rock-hard cock, and sticks it in her mouth.

Even with her hands tied between her back Tory has great oral skills. She swallows his cock greedily, going after it with vigor, moving her head forward and back quickly, her hair flying everywhere.

Eric lets her do all the work for a little while before taking control.

Grasping two handfuls of her hair he guides Tory’s head, giving her his cock in long, slow strokes, holding it in her throat for a couple of seconds at the end of each thrust before gradually drawing it back out.

After it clears her mouth he only gives her a moment to catch her breath before pushing his cock back in and going through the whole process again.

Tory seems to have no problem handling his cock, so he leaves it in her throat for progressively longer periods of time, until finally he decides to see just how much she can handle.

Still gripping two handfuls of her hair, Eric slides his cock out of Tory’s mouth. This time he gives her a chance to fully recover before slipping it back in. He puts his hands on the back of Tory’s head and pushes on it until his cock disappears completely inside her mouth.

Once Tory is deepthroating him, Eric holds her head in place, not letting her move, her nose pressing against his stomach. There he holds her, his cock planted as deep in her throat as possible.

Ten seconds in, Tory gags and tries to pull away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eric says, not letting up one bit. Her body doesn’t believe it right now, but she’s not in any danger. She’s still has way too much energy to burn.

In fact, to show her that they’re not even close to being finished, he presses even harder on the back of her head, forcing his cock further down her throat.

Tory struggles some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still Eric holds her head in place. She gags again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that Eric can feel in his cock.

Tory is panicking now, her head shaking from side to side, her body shucking and jiving, her arms and legs straining, but because of her bonds she simply doesn’t have the leverage or the mobility to get away from Eric.

It isn’t until Tory’s protestations become weaker that Eric finally eases up on the pressure and lets go of her hair.

Her head snaps back and she gasps for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva is dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears are streaming down her face, making a mess of her makeup. She coughs and hacks and lets her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.

But Eric doesn’t slow down one bit.

With his cock raging as hard as ever, he circles around Tory until he’s behind her, then forces her head down onto the carpet. He drops to his knees and nestles in behind her, then reaches under her hips and lifts them up so her body is like an upside-down V, with her ass as the highest point.

Tory’s legs are still held closely together by her jeans, which have slipped down to around her knees but are holding fast, and her wrists are still bound by the belt. She’s still essentially helpless. Just like Eric likes her.

With his cock slick from Tory’s saliva, Eric slips it into her pussy for the first time all evening. It’s a bit tighter than normal due to Tory’s legs still being pressed together by her jeans, but her pussy is wet enough that it goes in with only a hint of resistance.

Tory utters a soft little groan but doesn’t protest, either with her mouth or her body. She simply doesn’t seem to have the energy for it right now.

But that changes quickly enough. As Eric continues slowly and deliberately fucking her from behind her body naturally reacts to the stimuli. Tory’s not a big talker, but Eric can tell from the growing intensity of the grunts and moans coming from her mouth that she is starting to get more and more into it.

This allows him to gradually pick up the intensity until he is hammering away at her, his hands around her hips to pull her back into him with every thrust.

Eric lets go of one of her hips so he can slap her ass, snapping his open palm into the side of her ass cheek like he’s a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.

Tory reacts the same way as a horse would, bucking back into him with more intensity. But Tory’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, means she can’t get much force into her thrusts. So Eric grabs her hair and yanks her head up, bringing it up to the same level as his, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.

She takes advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into his harder than before, her ass slamming up against his groin, forcing his cock deeper inside of her.

 “There you go,” Eric says as he pulls his hands off Tory and lets her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."

Tory does as she’s told, bucking back against Eric so hard that he has to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing his balance.

“Thatta girl,” he says. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”

Eric’s arm slides up Tory’s body until it’s clamped around her neck. He grabs her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continues slamming her ass back against him.    

He reaches up and smacks her in the face with an open hand.

Tory yelps and stops backing into him.

“Don’t stop,” Eric says, smacking her again, eliciting another startled noise from Tory.

She starts up again, less aggressively than before.

“Harder,” Eric says as he smacks her once again.

Tory backs up against him with more intensity but still not as much as earlier.

Eric smacks her yet again. His other arm is still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”

She obliges. By now she’s back to where she was earlier, practically knocking him backwards with every thrust.

“Are you deaf? Harder!” he says, smacking her face for the fifth time.

Tory slams back into him with everything she has, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammers away at him.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Eric says. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”

He lets her back into him a few more times before releasing his hold on her and again pushing her face down to the carpet. Then he goes back to work on her, returning the favor by hammering away on her with everything he has.

Eric uses his hands to spread Tory’s asscheeks, making her pretty little asshole gape. It’s opened wide, just begging to be played with.

So he does, sneaking his thumb over to the crack of her ass while he continues fucking her. He gathers up some saliva and spits on her asshole, then slips his thumb inside.

Tory gasps and curses beneath her breath but doesn’t protest. In fact, her energy level picks up almost immediately, along with the pitch of the grunts coming from her throat. Apparently Eric has found the sweet spot.

“You like that, do you?” Eric says, forcing his thumb deeper into her asshole.

“I fucking love it,” Tory says, her voice a guttural growl. Her arms and legs are straining more than ever against her bonds.

“Is that right?” Eric says, moving his thumb in and out of her asshole while still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you want me to stick something else in there?”

“Fuck yeah,” she says.

“Well then, let’s see what we’ve got,” Eric says. He pulls his cock out of her pussy. It’s gleaming with her juices and harder than it’s been all night.

He desperately wants to slip it into her asshole but knows that shortly after he does it’ll be all over for him. And he wants to debase her more before he cums. So he has to find something else that will do the trick for a little while, giving him a chance to calm down for a few minutes.

Then he sees something that will work perfectly.

Smiling, Eric reaches back and snatches the wine bottle from the coffee table.

He sticks two fingers into Tory’s dripping wet snatch and bangs her for a few seconds to get some of her juices to use as lube, then rubs his fingers on the neck of the wine bottle to help ease the entry.

Before Tory can protest, Eric slips the tip of the bottle into her asshole. There’s a hint of resistance at first, but then it slides in quite easily.

Tory gasps and utters a low, wordless moan of pleasure as Eric slides the wine bottle further into her asshole.

He works it carefully, moving it back and forth slowly and spitting on her asshole with regularity to keep things nice and wet.

“Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Tory says. Her head is still pressing against the carpet but her face is turned back to watch the proceedings. “Give me more. I want the whole fucking thing.”

So Eric does, sliding the bottle into her asshole until the entire neck disappears.

“God-dammit!” Tory says, her voice dripping with ecstasy.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” Eric says, laughing under his breath.

She raises her eyebrows twice in succession and smiles.

Wanting to get back into the action but not quite ready to replace the wine bottle with his cock, Eric grabs ahold of Tory’s hair and once again pulls her into a sitting position.

Still working the wine bottle with one hand, he sticks his tongue in her mouth and explores her tonsils while his free hand gropes one of her magnificent breasts.

They continue making out, Eric’s hand switching over from one of her breasts to the other, always moving, always exploring, never staying in the same place for more than a second or two.

It doesn’t take him long to realize he’d rather have his cock in her mouth than his tongue, so he releases his hold on the wine bottle—leaving it firmly planted in Tory’s ass—and shifts his body until he’s once again directly in front of her. He stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and guides it into her waiting mouth.

A full minute later Eric is finally ready to fuck Tory’s ass. He figures it won’t last long but at this point it doesn’t matter. He simply can’t wait any longer.

Eric slides his cock out of Tory’s mouth and pushes her head down to the carpet. He walks around the back of her and pulls the wine bottle out of her asshole. It’s gaping more than ever, ready and waiting for his cock.

He slaps her ass a couple of times, then spreads his legs wide and squats down until his cock is hovering right above Tory’s ass.

Eric spits on his cock and slides it into her asshole, not bothering to take it slow, just forcing it in until it can go no further.

Tory gasps and utters a high-pitched yelp that turns into a full-on squeal as Eric starts pounding away at her asshole, giving her everything he has, his balls slapping against her pussy at the bottom of every thrust.

Pushing down on her shoulders, Eric lays into Tory with all his weight, pummeling her with reckless abandon as guttural growls escape from her throat.

Tory’s asshole is tighter than her pussy, but not too tight that it’s a struggle to fuck it. She’s obviously well-versed in anal sex and able to relax enough to take his cock with ease.

She can take a pounding too, barely even flinching as Eric hammers her ass with unbridled intensity. Whether he’s slapping her ass until it is bright red or pushing her head into the carpet she takes it like a champ.

He uses his hands to spread her asscheeks, giving him deeper access to her insides, and still Tory doesn’t complain. She just takes it like a true fuckslut, uttering nothing but sounds of pleasure as he owns her ass.

After a good five minutes of fucking her asshole from behind, Eric decides to mix things up. Even though he knows he doesn’t have much longer until he blows his load, that’s all right. He’s ready to finish up. His cock feels like it is going to burst out of its skin and his body is pining for release. But first he wants to get Tory in one last position. One that takes advantage of her assets more than doggy-style.

With this in mind, Eric stands up, pulling his cock out of Tory’s ass. He undoes the belt holding her arms together. He pulls her jeans the rest of the way off, releasing her legs. Then he flips her over.

Dropping to his knees, Eric spreads Tory’s legs and pushes them back towards her head, raising her hips and making her asshole more accessible.

Tory instinctively understands where he’s going and grabs her ankles, holding her legs open.

Eric rubs her cock over Tory’s pussy, getting it wet with her juices, then slips it into her asshole. He leans forward until his head is right above Tory’s and grasps her around the throat with both hands.

Staring down at her, their faces less than a foot apart, Eric looks right into Tory’s eyes as he fucks her ass and chokes her at the same time.

“You like this, don’t you?” Eric says.

Tory nods and gasps for breath, her face turning red, and then going pale from the lack of oxygen.

Eric lets go of her throat with one of his hands and uses it slap her in the face, still fucking her ass all the while.

“What about that?” Eric asks. “Do you like that too?”

Tory nods again. Her eyes are gleaming with excitement.

Eric also likes it. Too much, in fact. He doesn’t have much longer at all until he comes. But what time he still has he’s going to make the most of.

He slaps Tory once more then returns his hand to her throat and starts squeezing.

It isn’t long before she’s begging for air once again.

This time, when Eric removes his hand he slaps her tits. First one, then the other. He gives her just enough time to catch her breath then starts choking her once more, his cock still moving in and out of her asshole.

When Tory runs out of breath once again, Eric lets go of her throat completely. He pumps her asshole one last time then pulls his cock out and scrambles up the length of her body. Pinning her legs back with his own, he slides his cock into her mouth, forcing her to suck her ass juices off his cock.

She does so willingly, cleaning his cock with unfettered enthusiasm, licking it clean before taking it all the way down her throat, gagging and choking before he pulls it back out.

Eric grabs Tory’s ankles and holds them down on the floor, right next to her head, folding her in half, then slides his cock back into her asshole and immediately starts pounding the shit out of her, knowing that his time is very nearly up.

Tory’s breath is ragged and she’s grunting and groaning while he pummels her as aggressively as he has all night, taking himself right to the edge of orgasm.

And then he’s there.

Eric pulls his cock out of her asshole for the last time just before he’s about to cum.

Seasoned pro that she is, Tory knows exactly what to do.

Her hand flies down to Eric’s cock and jerks him to completion, releasing his seed all over her glorious tits, coating them in white. Five bursts in total, each weaker than the previous one, and then he’s done.

Eric climbs to his feet, makes his way over to the bed, and falls back onto it. His head is spinning and his mouth is dry. Now that he’s finished he’s really feeling the effects of the two and a half bottles of wine he drank earlier.

He watches as Tory climbs to her feet and gather her things and head towards the bathroom. Eric waits until she’s disappeared behind the door before he closes his eyes.

They are still closed a couple minutes later when he hears Tory finishing up in the bathroom. He lifts his head up but can’t do more than that.

When Tory comes out she looks like she did upon arriving, all dressed and made up again and looking none the worse for wear.

Eric envies her.

“Thanks,” he says as Tory heads for the door. “That was fun.”

“My pleasure,” she replies.

“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t see you out the door.”

“Not at all,” Tory says. She seems like she’s in a hurry.

“Is everything okay?” Eric asks.

“Everything is fine,” she says as she reaches the door

Eric doesn’t believe her. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she says, opening the door. But before she steps out into the hallway, she turns back. “Actually, it’s not.”

“What’s the matter?” Eric asks, sitting on the edge of the bed now. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she says. “Well, yes. Sort of.”

Eric flashes her a confused look. “I don’t understand.”

“Listen,” Tory says. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t understand why you couldn’t have done all this stuff with Jasmine. It’s not like you got out of line or anything. I guarantee she’s had a lot crazier shit done to her that what you did to me tonight.”

“You really think so?”

Tory gives him a little smile. “I know so. I’ve been there for some of it. Hell, I’ve done more extreme stuff to her myself.”

Eric laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t know . . .”

“Trust me,” Tory says. “That girl is a bigger freak than I am. And that’s saying a lot. She’d enjoy a night like tonight. Especially with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but she actually kind of likes you. More than girls like us are supposed to like the men we hook up with.”

“Yeah, right,” Eric says.

“I’m serious,” Tory says. “She talks about you all the time.”

“Really?”

Tory nods.

Eric isn’t sure if he actually believes her or not but can’t figure out why Tory would lie about something like this. Unless she just didn’t have a good time tonight and didn’t want him calling her again. Which was entirely possible, he supposes. Just not very probable.

“Well, I better get going,” Tory says. “I’ve probably already said too much.”

Eric wants to ask her a few more questions but he doesn’t want to seem desperate, and besides, she’s already closing the door behind her so he just lets it go.

He falls back onto the bed and tries not to think about the implications of Tory’s little confessional there at the end. Luckily for him the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system and the total exhaustion from the evening with Tory combine to send him into a deep, dreamless sleep almost immediately. He will worry about Jasmine later. Right now it’s time to recover.

 

#####

 

DOMINATING THE HUNK DOWN THE HALL


 

I had Scott right where I wanted him: in my house with his clothes off. Ever since we’d gotten nasty a couple days ago I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Ever. While driving, at work, in the shower, at the dentist; his gorgeous face and killer body and rock-hard cock were always on my mind. And now he was back from a three-day absence and we were getting it on again.

I turned around so my back was to Scott. Looking over my shoulder at him, I said, “I’ll give you a couple minutes to do what you want to me. You can treat me however you want, push me around a bit, take some control, but I’d better like it, or you’re going to pay for it later. Understand?”

He nodded.

“Good,” I said, turning to face the wall. “Now go to work.”

With one arm, he reached around my body and grabbed ahold of one of my breasts and started playing with it, squeezing and groping and rubbing my nipple. I could feel the tip of his cock touching my back and his balls on my ass. I reached back and grabbed his cock and jerked him off.

He grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled my head back and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He continued fondling my breast while grinding on my ass with his cock.

Suddenly he pulled his mouth away, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. With my palms flat against the tile and my face turned sideways, I watched him drop to his knees. Sometimes men surprised me. I told him he could do what he wanted and he decided to lick my pussy. Not that I minded. It was just unexpected, to say the least.

Scott grabbed my hips and pulled, forcing me to stick my ass out to keep my balance. He pulled my pants down, leaving my bottom half naked. He grabbed ahold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide, then started to go to work. I moaned in pleasure as his tongue lapped at me like a kitten drinking milk, running from the bottom to the top of my hairless pussy, not putting enough pressure to quite slip inside of me but just enough that I could feel the rough surface of his tongue rubbing against my pussy lips.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” I said, watching him as he worked. “Lick that fucking pussy. Lick it like there’s no tomorrow.”

My talking must have gotten him riled up, as he started going after me with more intensity. He spread my ass cheeks even further apart and forced his tongue deeper inside of me. I backed my ass up against his face, helping him out. I could feel his nose against my asshole and it turned me on like crazy. I reached back, grabbed ahold of his hair, and held his face against my pussy, not allowing him to breathe.

After a good 10 seconds, I let go of his hair. He backed away, took a deep breath, then went right back to work. This time, after tonguing my pussy for a little while, he ventured a little further north, touching my asshole with his tongue for a moment. He didn’t stay long, just enough to send a shiver of ecstasy up my spine. It felt so good that—

It snapped me awake in a heartbeat. It took me a few moments to realize that I’d just been dreaming, but once I did, disappointment immediately set in. It all seemed so vivid, so real, that it took me half a minute to realize that I was in bed alone. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping to pick up the dream where I’d left off, but it just wasn’t happening. So I decided to go a different route.

I slid my hand down my stomach and started rubbing my pussy. I was already warmed up from the dream and it wasn’t long before my panties were soaked clean through. Not wanting to take the time to slip them off, I just yanked them to the side and slid two fingers into my dripping wet snatch.

I started banging away, not even bothering to take things slowly. I was just too wound up to take my time.

While finger-fucking myself with one hand, I grabbed ahold of one of my breasts with the other and gave it a good squeeze. It wasn’t long before I was rubbing my nipple, getting it hard within seconds. As I slid a third finger into my pussy, I pinched my nipples between my fingers and rubbed them together until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Stifling a scream, I released my nipple, gasping for breath as the pressure disappeared. By now I was ready to cum, so I slid my fingers out of my pussy and ran them up to my clit and started rubbing away at it with furious intensity while smacking away at my tit with my other hand.

A few seconds later, an orgasm coursed through me, causing me to moan softly as my body jerked and spasmed to completion.

But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. If anything, the orgasm just made me hornier than ever. Like an appetizer getting me ready for the main course. Unfortunately, at 3AM, it was way too late to give Scott a call. But luckily I had the next best thing at my disposal.

I climbed out of bed, opened up the dresser drawer that held my panties, and grabbed the 8-inch dildo that was hiding beneath them. Grasping it tightly, I carried it back to the bed and dropped onto the covers, my legs spread wide.

I was going to town on the dildo, shoving it deep into my throat, gagging myself and holding it there as the saliva dripped out of my mouth and onto the floor. Once I couldn’t take it anymore, I yanked it out and slid it deep into my soaking wet pussy and started banging myself as I gasped for breath, trying to get air back into my lungs.

Getting fucked felt great, even if it was just coming from a fake dick instead of a real one. But not quite great enough. After another couple minutes of banging away at my pussy with the dildo, I decided that I needed the real thing. Even if it was 3 o’clock in the morning. So I picked up the phone and dialed Scott’s number.

 

#

 

Five minutes later there was a knock on my door. I climbed up off the couch and headed towards the door, answering it wearing only a bra and pair of tiny, form-fitting with no panties, my excitement all but overflowing.

Even though he’d just gotten out of bed (I assumed, at least) Scott looked sexy as hell. He was a bit rumpled up and his hair was out of place and stubble was growing on his face, but the idea that he didn’t have to get prettied up before coming over turned me on even more.

“I have to admit, I’m a little surprised see you,” I said.

“Oh yeah?” he replied. “And why is that?”

“I thought you were going to wimp out on me,” I said. “After all, it’s after three o’clock in the morning.”

“I’m not gonna lie,” he said. “I almost did. But then I realized that some day I might regret not taking every opportunity possible to spend time with you, so I rallied. And I have to admit, right now I’m glad I made that particular choice.”

“So am I,” I said. “But you might change your mind once you find out what I have in store for you.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” Scott said.

“Even if I told you that tonight I’m call the shots?” I said.

“That just gets me more excited,” Scott said. “I’m your willing plaything. Do whatever you want to me.”

I smiled widely. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” I said, grabbing his hand. “I intend to. Now follow me.”

I took him over to the couch and stood him in front of it, his back to the cushions. Facing him, looking directly in the eyes, not shirking one bit, I said, “You’re sure about this?”

“Positive,” he replied. And I could tell from the look in his eyes that he meant it.

“Then sit back and relax,” I said, giving him a little push, forcing him to sit on the couch.

I spread his legs apart and stepped in between them. Then I turned around, giving him my back, and teased my shorts off, taking it slow, revealing my ass 1 inch at a time, making him wait for it. Once it was free, I bent over at the waist, keeping my legs perfectly straight, and slid my shorts the rest the way off. I stepped out of them, leaving me naked on my bottom half. Still bent over, I turned my head and faced him.

“What do you think so far?” I asked.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” he said.

“Good answer,” I said. Looking back to smile at him, I dropped my ass onto his groin. Before he could say a word, I start grinding away on his cock, which was rock hard beneath his pants. Behind me, I could hear him take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to maintain control. Giggling to myself, thoroughly enjoying the control I had over him, I grinded a little harder, spreading my ass with my hands and riding his bulge in my crack.

“Holy shit,” he moaned, his excitement growing. And I knew how he felt. Lap dances were quite exciting, and not just for the man. Riding his trapped cock had me so turned on that my pussy juices were leaving a snail trail on his pants.

“Enough foreplay,” I said after riding him for another minute or so. “I’m ready to get down to business.”

“So am I,” he said.

I rose up and climbed off him and planted my feet on the floor, directly in front of him. “Tell me how hot I am,” I said, staring down at him.

“You’re sexy as hell,” Scott replied.

“What about my ass?” I asked, turning around and bending over. “Do you like it too?”

“I love it,” Scott said. “It’s incredible.”

“That’s good to hear,” I said. “Because tonight you’re going stick your cock in my asshole. What do you think about that?”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he said.

“Good. Then let’s get this party started.” I rose and turned and started towards him. Once I came to the couch I dropped to my knees and shuffled forward until I was right between his legs.

“So this is what’s going to happen. First thing I’m going to do is suck your cock,” I said, unbuttoning his top button, looking up at him the entire time, maintaining eye contact. “I’m going to get it nice and hard and ready to go.”

“Sounds good to me,” Scott said.

“And then you’re going to lick my pussy for a while,” I said, my eyes still focused on his. “After that, you’re going to fuck my pussy for a bit as you play with my asshole, getting it all nice and warmed up. And then you’re gonna stick your cock in there and pound my fucking asshole until I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I’ll sure as hell going to give it a shot,” he said, smiling.

“That’s not good enough,” I said, pulling his pants and boxers off and tossing them over my shoulder. “Either you can or you can’t. There’s no trying.”

“I can,” he said as I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and started playing with it.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” he said, groaning a little bit as I jerked him off with a little more intensity.

“Good,” I said, giving him a little grin. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

I took a moment to undo my bra, dropping it to the floor and freeing up my tits. I grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against my tits, moving from one to the other, before spitting on it and sticking it in the flesh channel between them. Grabbing the outside of my tits, I held them tight against Scott’s cock, squeezing them to keep it in place. I tossed my hair back with a flip of my head and started bouncing up and down, titty-fucking him, staring up at him the entire time, maintaining eye contact.

Moving a little more urgently now, I released his cock from between my tits, grabbed ahold of it, and slipped it into my mouth. While my hand played with his balls, I sucked his cock, moving back and forth quickly as wet and sloppy sounds escaped from my mouth, taking him halfway down every time. Saliva dripped from my mouth, down my chin, and onto my tits.

I pulled back for a moment to catch my breath, looking up at him with a little twinkle in my eyes. Once I was ready to go again, I grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against my cheek a couple of times, then wrapped my lips around it.

This time when I dropped my head down, I didn’t stop until I’d swallowed his entire cock. After I’d taken the whole thing, I held it there, his cock planted deep in my throat, my nose pressing up against his stomach, my bottom lip pressing up against his sack.

Scott shuddered as I stayed locked onto his cock, deepthroating him for a full seven seconds before pulling off. Gagging, I coughed up some saliva, then spit it on his cock. I jerked him off for a few seconds, then deepthroated him again, holding his cock for at least 10 seconds this time before yanking my head back. The tip of his cock was white from lack of circulation and it was practically glowing it had so much spit covering it.

“Do you like that?” I asked. “Do you like it when I deepthroat your huge cock?”

“I fucking love it,” Scott said, smiling widely.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” I said, playing with his cock while we talked. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It sure does.”

“Do you know what else feels good?” I asked, climbing to my feet but keeping his cock in my hand.

Scott shook his head.

“Eating my pussy,” I said, releasing his cock and taking a couple steps back and then turning around so my ass was facing him. “How does that sound to you?”

“Wonderful,” he said.

Looking over my shoulder at Scott, I slapped one of my ass cheeks. As he watched intently, I slapped the other one. Then I beckoned him over.

“On your knees,” I said after he reached me. He complied without hesitation. Once he was in position, with his face mere inches from my cute little ass, I reached back and grabbed one of my ass cheeks with each hand, then spread them wide, opening myself up to him.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” I said. “Get your face in there.”

 Smiling, Scott dove in, burying his face between my ass cheeks.

He went to town with his tongue, running it up and down my pussy, licking it and sucking it and inhaling my essence while I continued to hold my ass open, giving him easy access to all my holes.

After a good 30 seconds, Scott started to back away to catch his breath, but I was having none of it.

“Where do you think you’re going,” I said as I let go of my ass cheeks and grabbed ahold of his hair, one handful in each hand. Using his hair as leverage, I pulled him further into me, smothering him with my flesh. His tongue was buried deep in my pussy and his nose was pushing up against my asshole.

“That’s a good boy,” I said, pushing my ass back against his face. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

 I relaxed my hold on him for a moment, giving him a chance to get in a few gulps of air before tugging on him once again, smashing his face up against my holes.

I bent my legs a little bit more, squatting down so his tongue was now at the same level as my asshole. He hesitated for a moment, as if unsure what I wanted. It wasn’t a big deal really, but I decided to make him pay for it nonetheless. Just for fun.

 I stepped forward and turned around so I was facing him. Standing over him,  one of my hands still gripping the hair on the back of his head, I yanked down, wrenching his head back until he was looking up at the ceiling.

“What the fuck was that?” I said, my voice firm. “When I give you my asshole to lick, you don’t hesitate. Understand?”

Scott nodded. I smacked him in the face, hard enough to leave a red mark on his cheek. I wasn’t sure what to expect, taking things this far, which was a level we’d never approached before. But when I saw the look of excitement in his eyes, I knew that he was totally on board with where this train was headed. So I kept going.

“Answer me when I ask you a question,” I said. “Understand?”

“I understand,” he said.

“Good.” I smacked him again for good measure then pulled him to the floor by the hair, lying him flat on his back on the carpet.

 Once he was in position, I turned around so I was facing his feet, put one leg on either side of his head, and dropped my ass down onto his face.

 “If you can’t do it on your own, then I’m going to have to do it for you,” I said as I smothered him with my flesh.

I gave him my full weight, my pussy and ass completely engulfing his face, making it impossible for him to breathe.

 After sitting atop him for a full 10 seconds, I rose up, giving him a chance to catch his breath. He did so in gasping lurches, his breath heavy and labored.

After I felt like he’d had enough air, I dropped back down onto him, not quite giving him my entire weight this time, but grinding my pussy against his face, moving it rapidly back and forth so his tongue was running up and down the length of my snatch.

 Despite the abuse I was giving him, his cock sticking straight up in the air was evidence that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. I couldn’t help but lean forward and grab ahold of it; it was just too inviting. While keeping my ass planted firmly on Scott’s face, I began to jerk him off.

Scott must have liked it, because as soon as I started playing with his cock, he started going after my pussy with more vigor. With this in mind I spent the next couple of minutes alternating the pressure and tempo on his cock. It worked like a charm, as though there was a direct link between his cock and his tongue. The faster I worked one, the faster the other one operated. And then when I leaned over some more and took his cock in my mouth, it was all over.


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