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HARDCORE SUBMISSION

9 TALES OF EXTREMELY ROUGH SEX

Ashley Embers

Copyright 2017 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

BREAKING THE GIRL

THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LIKES IT ROUGH

A LITTLE ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES

ANAL ATTITUDE

OWNING THE SLUT

KICKING THINGS UP A NOTCH

PUNISHING THE TEEN

MANHANDLED

ANAL POUNDING

 

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BREAKING THE GIRL

 

In general, I like some variety with my sexual encounters. Sometimes I want to be dominated, sometimes I want to be the one dominating, sometimes I want to be surprised, sometimes I’ve craving anal and so on. It changes based on my mood.

But at the same time my tastes are very specific. When I decide on a scenario, I want it a very specific way. And this evening I’m going to play out a fantasy of mine.

I think of it as the reluctant submissive.

Basically, I want to dominate a young lady, make her do exactly what I want her to do, exactly how I want her to do it. But I don’t want a passive submissive, someone who just gives in completely. I want a fighter, a girl with attitude, someone who’s going to make me take from her what I want. Or at least pretend to.

Of course, this sort of thing isn’t possible in the real world. Not unless you want to get yourself arrested. Which is exactly why I prefer escorts. All it takes is a few hundred bucks and a phone call and I can lay out the scenario in detail and get a girl that will fit my needs perfectly. This way, she knows exactly what she’s getting into. And even if she doesn’t necessarily enjoy it (although I much prefer getting the girls that do) she’s at least willing to do it and pretend like she’s enjoying it. And if she’s a good enough actress (and virtually all of them are, at least in the upper levels of the escort industry where I get my girls from) you never know the difference anyway.

It’s the best of both worlds, really. A sexual role-play but one that doesn’t come with any of the pre or post sex awkwardness that inevitably happens when you do it with a significant other. Both parties know exactly what they’re getting into and both parties are fine with the parameters. I get to live out a fantasy of mine and she gets to make a living and we all go home happy. Or at least satisfied. And in this uncertain world of ours, how often can you say something like that?

 

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There’s an aggressive knock on my hotel room door and I head over and turn the handle without peeking through the eyehole. I’ve learned it’s better to get the first glimpse in the flesh, so to speak.

I’ve barely got the door open when she saunters in like she owns the place, with nothing more than a flip of her chin in my direction. She drops a small purse on the floor near the door and turns to face me, giving me the first full look at her.

She’s not too small of girl, about 5’6” and right around 125 pounds. Solid enough looking to take the pounding I had in mind. Long, sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, bright red lipstick on pouty, full lips. Her attitude is apparent, all the way from the slightly disdainful look on her face to the way she holds herself to the combination black leather jacket and shorts she’s wearing. Not to  mention the knee-high black leather boots on her feet.

In other words, perfect. Exactly what I was looking for.

“So are we gonna get this party started or what?” she says, looking right at me without any hint of embarrassment.

“You know what you’re getting into, right?”

 “Yeah, you hired me to push me around and make yourself feel like a big man. But you don’t want it to be too easy.”

“And you’re game for that?”

“I’m game for whatever you’ve got,” she says.

“Are you sure?” I say. “It’s going to get a bit rough.”

She scoffs and glares at me sideways. “From you? I doubt it. You’re a pathetic little businessman and I do this sort of thing for a living. You won’t even be able to make me uncomfortable.”

“Is that what I look like to you?” I ask her as I undo my belt. “A middle management loser who has to hire women to get laid?”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” she says.

I slip my belt off and fold it over and slap it on the palm of my hand while I talk. “So if I were to tell you that I own my own business and I’m worth a few million on a bad day and I hire women because I don’t like dealing with the emotions of a traditional relationship, what would you say to that?”

“I’d probably say you were full of shit.” There’s no fear in her eyes, just faux disdain poorly masking a deep undercurrent of excitement.

“Is that right?” I say as I loop the belt around her neck.

“That’s right,” she says, still maintaining her look of defiance.

I run the belt through the buckle and tighten it around her neck. Not so tight that she can’t breathe but not loosely either.

“Then I guess I’ll just let you go on believing what you want. After all, I don’t give a fuck what you think of me.” I raise my hand holding the belt so it digs into her skin. She has to lift her chin to keep from choking. “As long as you do what you’re told.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll punish you.”

“What if I like to be punished?”

“Then I guess we’ll both be having fun,” I say, raising my hand higher.

This time, no amount of chin lifting will keep her from choking. I’m simply too tall and have too much leverage over her.

“Are you going to do what I tell you?” I ask.

She nods as much as her situation will allow.

“I want to hear it.”

“I’ll do what you tell me,” she manages to say.

“We’ll see about that,” I say, lowering my hand, loosening the pinch of the belt and allowing her to breathe. She does so in gasping breaths.

I reach out with my free hand and undo the zipper on her leather jacket. I have no intention of having her take it off, I just want easy access to her tits. Nevertheless, she starts to wiggle out of it.

I smack her in the face. Not very hard, just enough to get her attention. She looks at me with wide eyes that appear to be a combination of startled and angry. It’s hard to know for sure if she’s acting or not, but it doesn’t really matter. She knew what she was getting into. Nothing I do from here on in should surprise her too greatly.

“Did I tell you to take your jacket off?” I say.

She shakes her head. Her lip is quivering slightly but her eyes are defiant.

“Then why did you start to do it?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just thought—”

“I’m not paying you to think,” I say. “I’m paying you to do what I tell you, nothing more. Got it?”

She nods.

“What?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s better,” I say.

My tone reflects disappointment but in reality I’m anything but. She’s acting exactly as I’d hoped she would. Defiant yet submissive at the same time. I’m not sure if she’s doing it on purpose or not but it’s definitely working for me. My cock is rock hard and pressing against the material of my pants. 

 I reach inside her jacket and fondle one of her tits. With her jacket on I hadn’t been able to get a good look. It’s not that big that’s all right; it’s perky as hell and perfectly proportioned. Which is good enough for me.

I grope her for a few seconds but don’t get much of an outward reaction. So I move my fingers to her nipple. I rub it between my fingertips to harden it up then give it a good hardy pinch.

She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t make a sound.

“Does that hurt?” I ask, my fingers still clamped on her nipple.

“A little.”

“Just a little?”

She nods.

I squeeze harder, twisting my hand while I do so.

She gasps and glares at me.

“What about that?” I say. “Does that hurt?”

She nods.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

She nods again.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

She nods for the third time.

So I do, pinching and twisting her nipple even more aggressively this time.

Her legs start to buckle and she makes a low moaning sound.

I release her nipple and move my hand over to the other one. I give it the same treatment and she reacts similarly. So far, so good.

“Turn around,” I say.

She does as she’s told.

I spin the belt so the buckle is pressing against the back of her neck and my hand holding it is behind her head.

I step closer to her, so my chest is touching her back and my head is right behind hers. With my free hand I reach down and undo the top button on her leather shorts. She’s not wearing any panties. I slip my hand inside her shorts and slide a couple of fingers between her legs and start rubbing the outside of her shaved pussy.

“Do you like that?” I whisper into her ear.

She nods.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir,” she says.

I slip two fingers inside her and start finger-fucking her.

“What about that?” I whisper. “Do you like that too?”

“Yes, sir.”

I pull on the belt with my other hand, tightening it, choking her as I’m fingering her.

“How about now?” I ask.

She nods.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” she manages to croak out. Her face is quickly turning red.

I start fingering her more aggressively, causing her to search more deeply for the air that isn’t reaching her lungs.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask her.

She shakes her head.

“What?”

“No,” she says. Her breath is barely a whisper.

“No what?”

“No, sir.”

By now, I can’t really even hear her. It’s more like lip-reading. But she’s a trooper, that much is for sure. She doesn’t want to look like she’s tapping out. 

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods, not even bothering trying to talk anymore.

Her lips are slightly open and her eyelids are starting to flutter. Her chest is heaving with effort as I continue to finger her, overloading her senses with pure enjoyment while she suffers through not being able to breathe. A paradox that some people spend their lives searching for.

It isn’t until her head starts to slump to the side that I release my hold on her, relaxing the hold the belt has on her throat at the same time I slip my fingers from her pussy. Taking away the pleasure and the pain at the same time.

She takes a couple of deep, shuddering breaths and the color rushes back to her face. She turns her head towards me, glaring at me with a look that is part anger part excitement.

I reach up with my hand that was just inside her pussy and slip my still-wet fingers into her mouth. I jam them down her throat, causing her to gag. I fuck her mouth with my fingers for a few pumps then give her cheek a little smack.

Her glare turns harsher.

“You didn’t like that did you?”

She just looks at me, not sure how to answer, or if she even should.

“It’s okay,” I say. “You can tell me the truth.”

“No,” she says.

I smack her again, harder this time.

Her eyes narrow.

“What about that time? Did you like it?”

“Yes, sir,” she says but her tone suggests otherwise.

“That’s better,” I say, gripping her chin and turning her head back so it’s facing forward. I slip the belt off her neck and drop it to the floor. Then I grab a handful of her hair and walk her over to the full-sized mirror fixed against the wall on the far side of the room.

I spin her around so she’s facing the mirror and then press her body up against it. Now I can see her face while I fuck with her. And not only that but I can watch myself watching her. I’ve always been visual and this set-up helps greatly in that regard.

The first thing I do is pull her jacket off her chest, finally exposing her tits and flat, tan stomach. But I don’t pull the jacket all the way off. Instead I trap her arms inside the arms of the jacket then yank them backwards and give the jacket a little twist, essentially handcuffing her arms behind her back and giving me complete control of both her arms with just one of my hands. 

Holding her arms behind her with one hand, I give her tit a smack with the other, slapping down on it with some real force. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. She flinches and lets out a little shriek. I slap the other. Again she shrieks and flinches. I smack them again, first one, then the other. And again. And again, until both her tits are red.

She’s breathing hard by this point. I don’t know if it’s from excitement or pain or both. And to be honest I don’t really care. I’m having too fun.  A point which is being hammered home by my cock, which is pressing so hard against my pants that it feels like I’m going to poke a hole clean through them.

I decide it’s time to give my cock a little taste. Not the full course; more like an appetizer. So I run my hand down the exposed center of her body until I’ve got ahold of her shorts. I slip them down to her thighs, revealing her tight little ass to me but not giving her legs any freedom of movement.

Still holding her arms behind her, I unzip my pants with my other hand and slip my rock-hard cock out through the gap. Then I grab ahold of my cock and smack it against her ass a couple of times.

My plan is to fuck her from behind while she’s standing facing the mirror but I quickly realize it’s not going to work. She’s simply too short for me to get my cock inside her pussy with both of us standing. So I go with plan B.

“Turn around and get on your knees,” I say, putting my hand on her shoulder and giving it a little downward nudge.

She glares at me in the mirror and shrugs my hand off her shoulder but spins and drops down into position on her own without any audible protest. Her arms are still trapped behind her back by the jacket, leaving her pretty much at my mercy.

“Is this what you want?” she says.

I nod.

“Say it,” she says, her mouth turned up in a little smirk.

I chuckle under my breath. “Still a little feisty, I see.”

“That’s the kind of girl you paid for, right? One that’s not just going to let you walk all over her without at least pretending to fight back.”

“It is indeed,” I say. And it is. My cock is as stiff enough to pound nails.

“You’re pathetic,” she says. “You know that, right? I mean, what have you done to me so far? Nothing, really. Throw me around the room, boss me around, slap me around a bit, that’s about it. Certainly nothing sexual, not really. And look at you. You’re hard as fuck. You’ll probably blow your load before you even get your cock in my mouth.”

“Let’s find out,” I say. “Open up.”

She forms an O with her mouth. Her red lipstick is beckoning me, begging for my cock. So I give it to her, slamming it into her mouth, pushing it all the way in, balls deep, until the tip of my cock is tickling her throat and her nose is pressing up against my stomach.

My hands are on the back of her head, holding her in place, but she doesn’t even try to pull away. She just stays there, deepthroating me as if it’s nothing, not even gagging or coughing for a full six seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, daring me, taunting me, trying to make me be the one that breaks the hold.

At right about ten seconds I realize she’s going to be right. Sure, I got my cock in her mouth before blowing my load, but if I don’t pull out now I’m going to bust my nut down her throat after barely having got my cock inside one of her holes.

So I pull off before it’s too late, backing away quickly, sliding my cock out of her mouth.

She coughs and takes a moment to catch her breath, then shoots me a knowing little grin. “What was that, ten seconds and you were ready to cum? Just like I said. Pathetic old man.”

“We’ll see about that,” I say, an evil smile lighting up my face. “Open up.”

“You want to try again, huh? Be my guest.”

She opens her mouth and stares up at me, daring me.

I know from experience that hammering a girls mouth with my cock lessens the sensation, allowing me to go on for far longer than before without any danger of cumming. With this in mind, I again grab ahold of her hair and stick my cock in her mouth. But this time, instead of forcing her to immediately deep throat me, I start aggressively pumping her open mouth, slamming my cock in and out of it, giving her the entire shaft, from tip of my head to base of my balls.

At first she takes it like a champ, without so much as a flinch or a sound, but as the unrelenting face-fucking continues, not allowing her even a moment of respite, she starts to lose her cool.

It starts with a gag about fifteen seconds in, then another deeper one shortly after that. Tears start leaking out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth and down her chin, some of it ending up on the carpet and some of it on her chest, which is heaving. Guttural choking sounds are coming from her throat. Her eyes are wide, not panicked but definitely stressed. Her arms are straining against the jacket, which is still holding them in place behind her back.

I slam my cock into her mouth one last time and hold it in her throat for a few seconds. A deep gagging, nearly choking sound escapes from her throat and her entire body shudders.

I hold her head in place for another couple of seconds before finally pulling my cock out her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe.

“You’re not talking any shit now, are you?” I say as she catches her breath in deep, gasping lurches. Once she recovers I yank back on her hair, pulling her head back, turning her face to the ceiling. “How pathetic am I now? Huh?”

“Not as pathetic,” she says. “But I’m still not impressed.”

 I can’t help but laugh. The attitude she’s throwing around is absolutely perfect. I’m starting to love this chick.

“Well, let’s see if we can go about impressing you,” I say. “Turn around. Face the mirror.”

She does as she’s told. I release her arms from the jacket.

“Hands and knees,” I say.

She drops down. Her back is arched, ass sticking up in the air, shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs are pressed together, still trapped by the shorts around her thighs.

I drop to my knees and sidle up to her. My legs are just outside hers and my cock is lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settle my cock in between them then press her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.

Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fuck the crack of her ass for a bit, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounce back and forth against her.

After a few pumps I release her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guide it towards her pussy. Because of the shorts still trapping her legs together, it takes a bit of negotiating to get the angle right but once the tip is inside it slides right in.

She moans as my cock enters her. But she quickly cuts off the sound, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of knowing she’s enjoying it, which just turns me on even further. It’s like she can read my mind.

I start off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts, looking down at her ass, watching my cock as it moves in and out of her pussy. It’s glistening with her juices; her pussy is tight but she’s so wet it doesn’t matter at all. 

I gradually begin to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It isn’t long before our bodies are slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom of every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her belly as my cock bottoms out against her pussy.

Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like I’m not affecting her at all. Seeing this, I begin to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I have. Her entire body moves a couple inches forward every time we come together.

I catch her gaze in the mirror. “Impressed yet?” I ask without slowing down one bit.

“Not so much,” she says between thrusts. She’s still not giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally come with a good fucking but I can see in her eyes that she’s not going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramp things up even further.

I give her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinches but holds her squeal inside. I smack it again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slap it again. And again. And again until it’s bright red. Tears are running down her eyes but still she makes no sounds, neither of delight nor pain. She’s quite the trooper.

I relax for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I need to recover. The little break allows her the same opportunity.

“Is that all you got?” she says after catching her breath. Her tone is sarcastic but the look on her face paints a different story. She’s enjoying herself immensely.

“No, I got more for you.”

“Then give it to me already,” she says. “I’m waiting to be impressed.”

Smiling fiercely, I go back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grab ahold of her hair and give it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and allowing me deeper inside her.

The mirror allows me to see her chest and neck, both of which are stretched tight to allow for the torque created by my hair-pulling. Her exposed neck awakens something in me, allowing me to reach yet another level of aggression.

I get off my knees and slide my feet under my legs. Crouching down so as to not allow my cock to slip out of her pussy, I take a couple steps forward until my legs are straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I start hammering away at her like there’s no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Her body threatens to collapse every time I reach the bottom but somehow she maintains her position.

Within seconds she’s broken her silence with a vengeance. Her screams of pleasure are loud and guttural, animalistic to the extreme, betraying a nastiness from her only as of yet hinted at. It’s as if a damn had burst in her throat and now the built up vocal representations of pleasure from the entire night were pouring through unfettered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams as I pummel her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes! YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”

Her talking riles me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realize it’s a good thing she kept quiet for so long otherwise I never would have lasted this long.

I let go of her hair and slow down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she doesn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. It feels too good to try and get her to stop.

“Oh god, oh god,” I say a short time later, my orgasm right around the corner. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

She quickly pulls away from me, releasing my cock from her pussy, and spins around. Before I realize what’s happening she has taken my rock-hard cock in her mouth and is sucking me off like there’s no tomorrow.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I say, letting her know that my explosion is imminent. I’m expecting her to slip my cock from her mouth and jerk me off to completion, taking my sperm on her chest or maybe even her face, but instead she takes my cock all the way down her throat and holds it there, just like she had when I almost came earlier in the evening.

This is the final straw. My body tenses up and then releases in a shuddering burst, spraying my cum straight down her throat without any buffer while she stares up at me, holding my eyes with her own, her mouth engulfing my cock as I spasm a couple more times, sending another couple shots of cum down her throat.

She takes it in stride, swallowing my load down with ease, even milking my cock of every last vestige of sperm before finally releasing it from her mouth.

 “Consider me impressed,” she says, looking up at me with a genuine smile on her lips. She grabs ahold of my shaft and sucks on the tip of my cock, making me shiver.

I try to squirm away but she doesn’t let me, keeping a firm grip on my cock and going to town on the tip, popping it in and out of her mouth rapidly.

“Okay, okay, enough,” I say, pulling away in earnest now.

She finally lets go of my cock. But then she gives it a smack. I flinch, let out a little yelp of pain. But I have to admit, it turned me on quite a bit.

“Just a little payback,” she says, her grin predatory.

“Fair enough,” I say, returning her grin. “Can I ask for you again sometime?”

“Whenever you want,” she says, pulling her shorts back up. “But I can’t promise I won’t be more feisty next time.”

“Can you promise that you will be?”

“That I can do,” she says as picks up her jacket and puts it back on.

I grab the money out of my wallet and hand it to her. “Then I’ll make sure I ask for you again.”

“Sounds good.” She takes the money and head towards the door.

“What’s your name?” I ask as she opens the door to leave.

“Shayla,” she says without even looking back. She walks out of the room and closes the door behind her, leaving with the same attitude she showed up with.

I guess I didn’t break her after all.

Oh well, there’s always next time.

 

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THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LIKES IT ROUGH

 

Holly is a true slut. She’s willing to do pretty much anything. In the six months since we started hooking up, we’ve done things to each other that I’ve never done with anyone else. Things I’ve only seen done in dirty movies. But it wasn’t always this way.

The first time we hooked up it was on a whim; I hadn’t even known her for more than a couple minutes before we were getting it on. And the next couple of times after that, we had relatively normal sex. Nothing too crazy, nothing too perverted, nothing too filthy. The sex was still good, don’t get me wrong, but it was fairly unadventurous. Therefore, it was never truly great.

Because of this we started hooking up less frequently. It wasn’t deliberate, it just sort of happened. As it turned out, we both wanted something more out of our sessions. But Holly wasn’t comfortable enough with me to ask for it explicitly. And I didn’t want to push things too far too fast, especially because she was three years my junior, even though she didn’t really act like it.

Luckily, almost exactly one month after our first hook-up, Holly decided she’d had enough. We hadn’t hooked up in ten days, by far our longest break since we’d met. I was starting to think our little soirée was over, and was pretty bummed out because of it. Then she showed up at my door one evening, out of the blue, with a proposition that I couldn’t possibly reject.

 

#

 

There was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, saw it was Holly. My stomach fluttering in excitement, I opened the door and invited her in. She gave me a little nod and walked past me, then stopped and turned around right there in the hall. I closed the door and turned to face her. 

Holly was wearing an oversized white t-shirt that hung just below her butt and sandals. From what I could tell she didn’t have any pants on. She didn’t have much makeup on, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t need it. Nor did she need to be dressed up to look good. She was hot as hell no matter what.

She did, however, have a concerned look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know yet,” Holly said. “That kind of depends.”

“On what?”

“You.”

“Okay,” I said. “Lay it on me.”

“Do you like fucking me?” Holly asked, not beating around the bush at all, which was typical of her.

“Of course,” I said. “Why, don’t you like fucking me?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I think we have a lot of potential together. But so far we haven’t been reaching it.”

“I agree,” I said. “But how do we fix that?”

“Easy,” Holly said. “We just talk about it. Let each other know what we want instead of feeling around so much.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” I said. “Do you want to start?”

“Sure,” she said. “To be blunt, I like it rough.”

She must have mistaken my look of excitement as one of concern, as she quickly went on to explain herself more fully.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The last few times we fucked it was fun and all, but if we want this to become a regular thing, we have to start getting a hell of a lot more adventurous.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I’d known she was a little slut but this was even above and beyond what I could have hoped for. “Is that right?”

Smiling, Holly bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head. “And I’m not talking about just a good pounding.”

“What are you talking about?”

Holly shrugged.  “Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, smacking my tits, that sort of thing.”

I smiled. “Oh, I think I can manage that.”

“I take it you’ve done that sort of thing before?”

“Once or twice,” I said, still grinning. “Or maybe a few more times than that.”

“So you like it rough too?”

“Very rough,” I said.

“Then why didn’t you ever get rough with me?”

“I didn’t know you liked it like that,” I said. “I mean, you don’t exactly look the type.”

“Yeah, I don’t really look like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”

“Not at all.”

“I think that’s part of the fun,” she said.

“I do too,” I said. “I just feel bad that I didn’t see the signs before. We could have been doing this stuff from the very beginning.”

Holly ran her finger down my chest. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”

“It sure looks like it.”

She turned and headed towards the kitchen, pulling off her white t-shirt as she walked. Just as I’d thought, she had nothing on underneath except a black bra and panties with little white polka dots.

I followed her, my eyes on her tight little ass.

“So, do you have anything to drink in this place?” Holly said as we entered the kitchen. “Nothing helps me get freaky like getting wasted.”

“Right over there,” I said, pointing at a cupboard near the fridge.

Holly walked over to it, opened it up. “How about if we start off with a little of this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of Cuervo Gold.

“Sounds good to me,” I said, reaching in a different cupboard to grab a couple of shot glasses.

Holly filled them up. We both took a shot. She filled them up again. And again we shot them. This went on for a good five minutes; each of us downing a shot each then immediately filling up the glasses and shooting them again. Eight shots each. All within a very short time.

Needless to say I was feeling the effects of so much tequila so quickly, and I was a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, I was amazed that Holly was still standing, let alone apparently able to function. It was rare to find a girl that could keep up with me, especially one that was half my size. And she wasn’t even close to legal drinking age to boot. But she seemed good to go. Drunk, of course, but fully functional. All the better.

“I think that’s enough for now,” she said, slamming down one last shot of Cuervo. “Let’s get down to business.”

And before I could even say a word she dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen, yanking my shorts to the ground, boxers and all.

“Oh my,” she said as she grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and started slowly jerking me off. “Hard already, huh?”

“What can I say? It’s always like this.”

“Always?”

Grinning, I nodded.

“Wow,” Holly said. “I’m starting to like you more and more.”

“The real question is, do you know what to do with it?” I asked, only half-joking.

She scoffed and gave me the evil eye. “Just watch and see.”

And so I did, looking down at her as she wrapped her lips around my cock.

Holly worked my cock like an expert, mixing things up constantly, changing speeds and intensity with regularity. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with spit flying everywhere, coating my cock and balls and making everything slippery as hell. She spent equal amounts of time on all the different parts of my cock, from the head to the shaft to the base to my ball sack, all while maintaining eye contact the entire time.

She took a moment to undo her bra, freeing up her incredible tits. Small but not tiny and extremely perky, with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers, they were absolutely perfect. Every time I laid my eyes on them they drew me in, mesmerized me. I could do nothing but  suck on them all day and be a perfectly happy man.

She knew how much I loved her tits, and she used them to fuck with me whenever she could. Like now. She slipped my cock from her mouth, gripped the base of it with her hand and slapped the tip of it against her nipple.

I laugh softly under my breath and shook my head.

“What?” she asked, acting all innocent.

“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what she did.”

“Oh, you mean this?” she said, slapping my cock against the other nipple. Her smile was predatory. “I didn’t realize you liked that.”

“You’re hilarious,” I said flatly.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll be here all week.” She gave me a wink and went back to her sloppy blowjob.

After blowing me for a good two minutes, Holly pulled her head back, gathered up some saliva and spit it on my cock, then started jerking me off. Looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine, she said,  “Fuck my face. Pummel my mouth with your cock.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and held her head in place while I slammed my cock in and out of her mouth. Moving quickly, giving her the whole length of my shaft every time, I did exactly as she had asked, pummeling her mouth, moving her head towards me at the tail end of every thrust to get my cock just a little bit deeper down her throat. My balls slapped up against her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor but she took it like a champ, gagging and coughing but not backing down one bit.

Even though I was face-fucking her with a fairly high-level of intensity, from the way Holly was talking earlier, I figured she wanted it even rougher. So I decided to test her limits, see if she actually meant what she said.

I slammed my cock into her mouth but this time instead of pulling it back out I held it there, deep down her throat, my hands pushing on the back of her head to keep her from backing off.

About five seconds in, Holly gagged but I held her in place, not letting her pull her head off. She gagged again, the followed that up with a cough. But still I pushed against the back of her head, holding my cock in her throat.

It wasn’t until she gagged a third time that I let go. Holly’s head flew back and she gasped for air, her chest heaving and saliva pouring out of her mouth and onto the floor.

“Is that rough enough for you?” I asked.

“It’s a good start,” Holly said, looking up at me with one half of her mouth turned up in an evil little half-smile. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

Laughing, I grabbed a handful of her hair and led her out of the kitchen on her hands and knees. Pulling Holly forward, I dragged her over to the couch.

Once we were there, I reached down, picked her up, and tossed her lengthwise onto the couch. She landed on her back, her legs towards me. After yanking her panties off, I grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, then started to rub her shaved pussy with two of my fingers.

After Holly was good and wet I slipped my fingers inside her pussy and started banging away, sliding them in and out with increasing intensity.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Holly moaned, playing with her tits as I continued finger-fucking her, my hand slamming in and out of her.

Holly let go of her tits and grabbed her ankles, pulling them back towards her and holding her legs open wider, opening up her pussy even more to me. I took advantage, adding a third finger to the mix, filling up her pussy.

She let out a low groan and started bucking against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. With my free hand I grabbed one of her tits and gave it a good squeeze, followed by a smack.

Holly gasped and nodded her head. “Just like that,” she said between deep breaths. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I smacked Holly’s tit again, still finger-fucking her all the while. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was slightly open and little mewling sounds were escaping from her mouth.

Seeing her like that was almost more than I could take. My cock felt like it was going to burst through it’s skin. I needed to fuck her. So I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, then slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my cock.

It slid in easily, her juices facilitating my entry. She uttered a little groan as I gave her my entire cock right from the get-go. After a couple of slow pumps to get us both warmed up, I start moving my hips faster and faster, fucking her in long, deep thrusts while she groaned beneath me.

Holly’s pussy was so wet and I was so excited that it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her, my body bouncing off of hers with every pump.

“Holy shit I love how you fuck my pussy,” Holly said, looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Give it to me like you mean it. Pound my tiny little pussy with your cock.”

I did as she asked, pushing her legs back so her knees were pressing against the seat cushion of the couch, folding her in half. I put one foot up on the couch to change the angle and give myself more leverage, then pummeled down on her, my cock filling her pussy up.

“Fuck yeah!” she screamed. “Just like that, just like that!”

Holding her legs down on the couch, I pounded her pussy while she continued screaming beneath me, my balls slapping up against her with every thrust, our bodies coming together with a wet smack.

I released one of her legs and used my free hand to grab one of her tits and squeeze. I pinched and twisted her nipple, causing her to squirm and yelp in shock. I gave the other nipple the same treatment and got the same result. But the look on her face told me that she liked it. And that she wanted more.

As I continued hammering away her more aggressively than ever, I reached out and stuck my hand in her mouth and yanked down on her mandible, putting pressure on her jaw. She gagged but made no move to try and get me to let go. She obviously liked it. Time to see how far I could take things.

I pulled my hand out of her mouth and gave her a little smack in the face.

She replied by bucking harder against me.

I smacked her again. “Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to treat you like shit?”

Her eyes wide, Holly nodded.

“Is that how you like it?” I said. “Is that rough enough for you? Or do you still need more?”

“More,” she said between gasps. “Give me more.”

I slid my hand down and wrapped it around her throat.

“Like that?” I said.

She nodded.

“Do you want me to choke you while I fuck the shit out of you? Is that what you want?”

She nodded again.

I squeezed a little tighter, still slamming my cock into her pussy the whole time.

“You’re a fucking little slut, aren’t you?” I asked, marveling at her abilities.

She nodded yet again, her face starting to turn red from the lack of oxygen. Seeing her so helpless turned me on immensely, almost putting me over the edge. I released her throat and pulled my cock from her pussy and sat down on the couch.

Holly climbed to her hands and knees and crawled over the couch towards me. “I got this,” she said. “It’s my turn.”

She climbed atop me and sat on my lap, reverse-cowgirl style, facing away from me, her ass pushing back against my cock, her legs outside of mine.

She grabbed ahold of my cock and lifted her body slightly, then maneuvered my cock into her pussy. After it was deep inside her, she grabbed my knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.

“There we go,” Holly said as she started riding my cock, bouncing up and down on me in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

  She was slamming down onto me, her ass bouncing against my groin, impaling herself on my cock. My hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life while she pummeled me.

“You like that?” she asked, catching my eye in the mirror. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”

I flashed her a nasty smile.

“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Holly said, returning the look. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.”

“I love it,” I said. “I fucking love it.”

She put her hands on my knees and leaned forward, then started pummeling me even more aggressively.

“Slap my ass,” she said.

I did as I was told.

“Harder,” she said. “Like you mean it.”

So I did, slapping her ass in time with her thrusts.

“That’s right,” Holly said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

She pounded away at me, smashing my balls as she dropped her body onto me with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second, right along with mine.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed while I continued slapping her ass. It was glowing bright red but I didn’t let up on it one bit. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

Holly turned up the intensity even more. Her screams reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at me, but simply expressions of pure pleasure. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to make sure she got there first. So I held back, waiting for her to get there too.

I didn’t have to wait long.

She continued hammering down on me for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as she reached orgasm. Her body shuddered and shook at the same time mine did, my cock shooting it’s load up into her pussy as she continued pounding away at me for a few more seconds before falling still.

I gave her one final slap on the ass and she climbed off my cock. She turned around and I could see that she had a wicked smile on her face.

“Better?” I asked.

“Much better,” Holly replied. “Of course, it can still get quite a bit crazier.”

“And it will too,” I said. “Especially now that I know you like it rough.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, bending over and giving me a kiss.

“Neither can I,” I replied, patting her on the leg. “Neither can I.”

 

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A LITTLE ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES

 

It wasn’t until the party was winding down that Kendra and Tony finally got a chance to hang out.

Despite being introduced to each other for the first time at the outset of the party, they’d been trading glances all night long. They’d only spoken for a couple minutes total, spread out throughout the evening, each spending most of their time with the friends they’d arrived with so as not to upset anyone. After all, it was supposed to be a party, not merely a hook-up fest, although this late in the night that was what it most resembled.

Luckily, opportunity had reared its wonderful head just after midnight, when by mere coincidence, both Tony’s and Kendra’s friends had all simultaneously wandered off somewhere else, leaving them both alone on opposite sides of the living room.

Kendra had seized the moment, immediately walking towards Tony, grabbing his hand, and leading him up the stairs without so much as a word of explanation. He went willingly, not sure what had spurred her sudden boldness but not wanting to ruin the moment by hesitating.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her ass as she walked in front of him. It was big and round but still firm and gorgeous and it worked feverishly behind her super-short, white cut-off jeans. Her legs were long and thin but not skinny, fit but not muscular. Her skin was tan, her hips were narrow, her midsection was flat, her arms were thin but toned. And even though he couldn’t see them right now, her tits were incredible. Huge and high and firm and totally natural, they had been practically falling out of her tight, zippered, blue and white striped blouse all night long. They were seared into his mind. In fact, all of her was. She had made quite an impression on him this evening. And apparently he’d made one on her too. 

It wasn’t until Kendra had led Tony into one of the upstairs rooms and closed then locked the door behind them that he opened his mouth.

“So what are we doing up here?” Tony asked, not wanting to seem like he was presuming too much.

“We’re going to get to know each other better,” Kendra said. “A lot better.”

“And how are we going to do that, exactly?” Tony asked, playing coy.

But Kendra didn’t buy it. She tilted her head and gave him sly look, one corner of her lips turned up in a smirk. “Oh, I think you know exactly how.”

Tony said, “Do I now?”

She nodded. “From what I understand, you’re quite gifted down below.”

“Where did you hear that?” Tony asked.

“Oh, you know,” she said. “Around. It’s not like you’re shy about flaunting it.”

Tony laughed under his breath, dropped his eyes, and shook his head. “I guess you’ve got me there.”

“My sources also tell me that you know how to use it.”

“Is that right?”

She flashed him a grin and nodded.

“Well, I’m not going to make any promises,” Tony said. “But I rarely hear any complaints. Except when I’m too big for a girl to handle.”

“I can assure you that’s not going to be the case with me,” Kendra said.

Tony shot her a skeptical look.

“What?” Kendra said. “You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you think you can handle it,” Tony said. “But as to whether or not you actually can . . . well, we’ll just have to see.”

“Yes we will,” Kendra said. “But first, I want to see if you can handle these.”

She shook her long, blonde hair back and unzipped her blouse and shook it off, revealing her tits in all their beautiful glory. 

Tony took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Well, what do you think?” Kendra asked.

Tony answered by diving in and attaching his lips to one of her nipples. He started sucking on it like a greedy baby.

“Oh, I think he likes them,” Kendra said, giggling.

But she wasn’t giggling for long. Pretty soon she was groaning under her breath as Tony licked and sucked and played with her nipple until it became hard beneath his mouth. He moved onto the other one. It only took a short time for that one to get hard too.

“You’re good,” Kendra moaned. “Very good.”

She grabbed a handful of Tony’s hair and lifted his head, pulling his mouth from her nipple. It disengaged with a little pop that made her shiver in excitement. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in his mouth.

Their tongues explored the other’s tonsils for a little while before Kendra suddenly pulled back.

“What’s wrong?” Tony asked, giving her a confused look.

“Nothing,” she said. “Nothing at all. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page here.”

“It sure seems like we are,” Tony said. “Unless this is all just a big tease on your part.”

“Not at all,” she said. “In fact, it’s just the opposite.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I have a little rule when it comes to this stuff,” Kendra said.

“What kind of rule?”

“It’s simple, actually,” she said. “I’m of the firm belief that life is too short to take things slow and easy. I like to move quickly and definitively. In other words, I like it fast and hard. And even a little rough around the edges. Are you okay with that?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tony said, flashing her wicked smile.

Kendra returned it without hesitation. “That’s what I like to hear.”

And with that, she ran her hand down towards his crotch and grabbed the bulge in his pants. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? A bit excited, are we?”

“Just a bit,” Tony said.

“Lucky for you, I know just how to take care of that particular problem,” Kendra said, staring at him with a little smile on her face. “In fact, people tell me I’m quite the expert.”

“I’m sure you are,” Tony said.

Bending over, Kendra worked Tony’s belt with urgency, pulling it off within seconds and yanking his pants downs around his ankles.

Before Tony even had a chance to catch his breath Kendra was down on her knees with his cock in her mouth, sucking and bobbing on it with reckless abandon. She didn’t even bother starting slowly; it was full bore right from the get-go.

Kendra’s hair flew everywhere as she worked Tony’s cock, her hands all over the place, from jerking his shaft while she sucked him off to cupping his balls to groping her tits to playing with her pussy.

Staring up at him, maintaining eye contact the entire time, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and smacked it on her cheek a couple of times.

“You like the way I suck your cock, don’t you baby?” she said. Without waiting for an answer she went back to blowing him, even more aggressively this time.

Her hands flew around his waist and grabbed his buttcheeks, giving her some leverage as she took his cock deeper in her mouth. She pushed her head forward, taking his entire cock down her throat. She held it there for what seemed like an hour, her eyes looking up at him the entire time, her hands gripping his buttcheeks like a vise, before she quickly pulled her mouth off his cock. It escaped with a pop. His cock glistened in the light, soaking wet with her saliva.

“Holy fuck you have a huge cock,” she said, laughing loudly while she tried to catch her breath. “I could feel it tickling my tonsils. I mean, I’d heard it was big, but it’s one thing to hear about it and another to experience it.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Tony asked, taunting her just a bit.

“Oh, I can handle it,” Kendra replied, smiling up at him. “I love ‘em big. As big as I can get.”

“Then it looks like you’re in for a treat.”

“You’re damn right I am,” she said, wrapping her lips around his cock once again. She took him part of the way down a couple of times then swallowed his entire cock whole once again. 

Tony decided to take a little control himself, grabbing Kendra by the back of the head and pushing her further into him and holding her there, her nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock was all the way down her throat.

About five seconds in she gagged, then coughed, then gagged again, but still he held her head in place. Her eyes were starting to water and her face was red but she still had too much energy to be in any real trouble. She tried to pull her head away but still Tony didn’t let go.

“You can take it,” he said. “Show me how good of a slut you are. Impress me.”

Kendra gagged again but stopped fighting.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as she gagged one more time. “Another three seconds and I’ll let you go. Three. Two. One.”

Tony released his hold on Kendra and her head went flying back. She gasped for breath as tears ran down her cheek and saliva dripped off her chin and onto her breasts.

“That was very impressive,” Tony said. “I wasn’t sure if you had it in you.”

“I told you I could handle it,” Kendra said.

“And you were right.”

Tony helped Kendra to her feet then hooked one arm under her legs and the other around her waist and hoisted her up. He carried her across the room towards the couch against the far wall while she giggled like a school girl.

Once they arrived at the couch Tony dropped her on top of the cushions so she was on her back, facing him. She had barely hit the cushions and he was already moving in on her, pulling her pants down, revealing black lace panties underneath. He yanked her panties to the side, exposing her shaved pussy, which was dripping wet. Without so much as pausing for a breath he jammed two fingers into her pussy and started banging her with vigor.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Kendra said breathlessly.

“You like that, do you?” Tony said.

Kendra nodded enthusiastically.

“Then how about another?” he said, slipping a third finger inside her without missing a beat. “Do you like that even more?”

She nodded again and bit down on her bottom lip. She threw her legs back and hooked her arms underneath her knees, opening herself up to him. Loud, enthusiastic sounds escaped from her mouth.

Tony stuck another finger inside her, making it four, and proceeded to bang her with even more intensity, his entire hand practically disappearing inside her as he slammed her pussy.

Kendra bounced up against him, impaling herself on his hand. Her legs shook beneath her and she let out a loud scream as she came, her pussy drenching Tony’s hand with its juices.


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