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LUSTFUL & EROTIC

8 FILTHY STORIES

JT Holland

Copyright 2019 by JT Holland

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, 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

MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR TAKES CONTROL

SHE LIKES BIG COCKS

THE BEST ROOMMATE EVER

SLUT WITH A CAPITAL S

PUNISHING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT HAS A FILTHY ANAL THREESOME

PASSING THE TEST

ONE HELL OF A DIRTY GIRL

 AUTHOR’S NOTE


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MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR TAKES CONTROL

 

My ongoing sessions with Kelly, my barely legal neighbor, were getting freakier and freakier with every passing day. We’d gotten pretty comfortable together, progressing from straight sex to getting a little rough with her, and even into some freakier stuff.

But so far, every one of our sessions had the same essential dynamic. Kelly would set the tone for the evening, telling me exactly what she wanted me to do to her, and I would take it from there.

This setup was fine with me. After all, even though she was the more sexually adventurous of us, and by far the most forward and open, I was still quite a few years older than her, not to mention almost double her size, so it was natural that I’d be the one dictating the action, even if she was controlling me behind the scenes.

And besides, from what I’d seen of her so far, I got the feeling she enjoyed being the submissive one, even if she was essentially topping from the bottom. If she had any desire to be completely in charge, I hadn’t seen it yet.

But I was about to. And I have to admit, I liked it. A lot.

 

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It was 3:30 PM and I had just got home from work. Kelly was supposed to come over later that night to hang out. We didn’t have any specific plans, maybe a movie, maybe a pizza, eventually getting freaky. But first I was going to relax, get in a quick jog, take a shower.

But I didn’t have time for any of that. I hadn’t been home for more than ten minutes when I heard my doorbell. I wasn’t terribly surprised to see that it was Kelly. She wasn’t one for sticking to plans. When she wanted something, she didn’t wait for it. And apparently she wanted me right now, not in another three hours.

I opened the door and let her in. She was dress in a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes. There was no indication whatsoever of what was to come.

Without saying a word, Kelly grabbed my hand and led me over to the couch. Once there, she spun me around so my back was to it and pushed on my shoulders, dropping me, seated, onto the cushions.

“What’s going on?” I asked, a confused little smile on my face.

“We’re doing things a little differently today,” Kelly said.

“Is that right?”

She nodded her head.

“And what exactly—” I said, but she bent over and put her hand over my mouth, cutting me off in mid-sentence.

“Stop talking and just do what you’re told,” Kelly said. Her face was completely serious, with no hint of humor in it.

“Okay,” I said once she’d taken her hand off my mouth. “If you insi—”

She smacked me in the face, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to shut me up immediately.

“I told you to stop talking,” Kelly said. “I’d suggest you start listening to me. Understand?”

So that’s what the game was tonight. Fair enough. I had no problem doing what I was told. At least, not from Kelly. I nodded my head.

“Don’t say a word unless you’re answering a direct question from me,” Kelly said. “Got it?”

I nodded again.

“Good,” Kelly said, stepping back so she was standing over me. She looked down at me with a hint of disdain, like I was a piece of meat that she could do what she pleased with. Which I was. For tonight, at least.

She looked different. Not physically, of course; her tiny little waist and perky, incredible tits and long, shapely legs were as insane as ever, perfectly proportioned, and her thin but not skinny frame with her toned arms and washboard stomach and perfect skin filled me with lust as always. She looked the same on the outside, but something about her attitude tonight made her seem like almost a different person. Usually she was more cute than sexy, but not tonight. Tonight those two traits were equal. And it forced me to see her in a different light.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kelly asked, watching me as I took her in.

I started to open my mouth but cut myself off at the last moment and just nodded.

“You didn’t think you would like being the submissive one, but you do. Isn’t that right?”

I nodded again.

“Yeah, well let’s see how much you like it in a little while, after I’ve had my way with you.”

My face didn’t waver but my insides did. I was excited beyond all belief; I couldn’t wait to see how the night played out. And I didn’t have to wait for long.

Kelly dropped to her knees. She placed one hand on each of my legs and roughly spread them apart, then scooted forward until her head was directly in front of my groin. My cock was rock-hard, pressing against my jeans.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Kelly said, rubbing her hand over my cock while she stared up at me with a wicked smile on her face. “Your little man wants to be freed, does he?”

I nodded.

Kelly laughed. “All in good time,” she said. “All in good time. But for now I want to fuck with you some more.”

She grabbed ahold of my cock through my pants and gave it a squeeze, hard enough to make me gasp.

“Was that a noise I heard coming from your mouth?” she asked, taunting me.

I shook my head vigorously.

“I don’t know,” she said, starting rubbing two of her fingers in a circular motion on the head of my cock. “It sounded like it to me.”

I shook my head again. But she didn’t buy it.

“I think it was,” Kelly said. She was now rubbing the tip of my cock with her open palm, pressing hard, making me squirm, the pressure building as my trapped cock threatened to break through the material.

But still she didn’t let up, smiling up and me with an evil grin while I shifted my position on the couch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she said, smacking me on the inside of the leg with her free hand. “I didn’t tell you to move.”

Biting down on my bottom lip, I forced myself to sit still while she continued messing with my cock. Tears were dripping down my face the discomfort level was so high.

Finally Kelly let up, releasing her palm from the tip of my cock.

I let out an audible gasp as the pressure dissipated.

“Oh, poor little baby,” Kelly said. “Can’t take what you can dish out, can you?”

I knew better than to answer.

“Do you want me to release your cock from your pants now?”

I nodded.

Kelly chuckled under her breath. “Yeah, I bet you do. But it ain’t gonna happen. Not yet anyway.”

I tried to keep the disappointment off my face but apparently I was unsuccessful. Kelly saw it and started to laugh.

“You really are a bit of a wimp, you know that? After all you’ve done to me over the last few months, and you can’t even take a hint of discomfort?”

I dropped my eyes. I’m not going to lie, my ego was a little bit bruised.

“Not that it’s your fault,” she continued. “The only way to get used to this sort of thing is to practice it, and apparently you haven’t had any practice yet. Luckily for you, I’m a good teacher. Does that make you happy?”

I nodded but my heart wasn’t in it.

Kelly grabbed ahold of my cock and squeezed tight. “I asked you if that makes you happy?” she said. “And this time I want to believe you when you nod your head.”

I put a fake smile on my face and nodded my head, more vigorously this time.

“I still don’t believe you,” she said. “But at least you tried this time. And for that, I’m going to reward you.”

Kelly undid my zipper and carefully pulled my cock out. It was sticking out of the zipper slit, standing at attention, straight up towards the ceiling. I let out a shuddering groan now that my cock was free.

“See, your brain may not have liked what I was doing but your body did,” Kelly said as she slowly jerked my off. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your cock this hard. Do you want me to suck it? You can answer this time. You don’t have to just nod.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes what?” she asked, tilting her head sideways a hair.

“Yes please,” I answered.

“Wrong,” Kelly said, smacking the side of my cock with an open palm.

I bit down on my bottom lip and held my groan in.

“Let’s try again,” she said, speaking slowly, as though to a young child. “Yes, what?”

“Yes mistress?” I said tentatively.

“That’s better,” Kelly said. “You do want me to suck your cock, right?”

“Yes mistress,” I said, more confidently this time.

“I want to hear you beg,” she said.

“Please mistress,” I said. “Please suck my cock.”

Kelly stuck out her tongue and licked the head of my cock. “Like that?” she said.

I nodded.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes mistress,” I said.

She ran her tongue of the length of my shaft, starting right above my ballsack and finishing at the tip. I shuddered deeply.

“Oh, you liked that, did you?”

I nodded.

“And I suppose you want me to take it in my mouth now, right?”

I nodded again, hoping beyond all hope that she’d start blowing me proper.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Kelly said as she pulled my pants all the way off then grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to pull me up from the couch. “Too bad you haven’t earned it yet.”

Dragging me along by my cock, she led me out of the living room and into my bedroom, where she threw me down onto the bed. With my back lying on the covers and my head towards the ceiling, she pulled her clothes off, then climbed onto the bed, one leg on either side of my body. She walked forward until her legs were straddling my head, her hips directly above face. Her shaved pussy was glistening with wetness.

“You like what you see?” Kelly asked, staring down at me.

“Yes mistress,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “Because you’re about to get a closer look.”

Before I could figure out what she meant, Kelly was squatting down above me, lowering her pussy towards my face until it was mere inches from my mouth.

“Take a deep breath,” Kelly said, and then she dropped her pussy straight onto my mouth and nose, smothering me. “Now breath,” she said.

So I did, taking her sweet, musky odor into my lungs.

She let out a low moan and started grinding her pussy onto my face, pushing down on me. Her pussy was dripping juices, soaking my entire face.

“Stick out your tongue,” she said, her voice full of pleasure.

I did as I was told, pushing my tongue out as far as it would go and holding it there, tight and firm.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Kelly said as she ran her pussy forward and back on my face, riding my tongue with her wet snatch.

Opening my eyes, I looked up the length of her body. I was able to catch a glimpse of her leaning forward, her hands on the wall for leverage, her face screwed up in a look of intense pleasure and her hair flying everywhere as she rode my face with reckless abandon.

A string of obscenities escaped from her mouth along with her moans and groans, which were rapidly increasing in pitch and tone. “Holy fucking shit,” she said, running them together so it sound like one word. “Goddamn that feels so fucking incredible.”

Kelly grinded away on my face, pressing down harder than ever, forcing my tongue deeper inside her pussy while she hammered away at me, her body moving faster and faster and her groans growing louder and louder until her entire body seemed to be shaking above me.

She froze up for just a moment, then released in an aggressive spasm, riding my tongue for another few seconds while an orgasm coursed through her body. Juices squirted out of her pussy, drenching my face and filling my mouth. I coughed and sputtered but not before I swallowed some down.

Laughing, Kelly climbed off my face. She scooted then dropped her body down onto mine, her head just below my chin, our flesh pressed together.

“See,” she said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Bad?” I said. “That was fun as hell.”

“You actually liked it?”

“Hell yes,” I said. “I loved it.”

“So you wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime?”

“I’ll probably be begging you to sit on my face again next time we get together.”

Smiling, Kelly clapped her hands together. “That’s so good to hear,” she said. “I was afraid you weren’t going to enjoy me pushing you around like that.”

“Well, you were wrong,” I said. “Now, if you don’t mind—”

“Returning the favor by making you cum?” Kelly said.

I nodded.

She smiled. “It would be my pleasure. But the rules are the same. You just have to lay there and let me have control.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“Good,” she said, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “Then just sit tight and let me do my thing.”

“With pleasure,” I said.

Kelly slid down the length of my body until she was positioned between my legs. Smiling up at me, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started playing with it, slowly and gently jerking me off, still tormenting me, and having a great time doing it based on the look of joyful malice on her face.

While I stared down at her intently, she dropped her head down and took my balls in her mouth, sucking on them one at a time and then both at once while continuing to jerk me off more forcefully than before.

With both my balls still in her mouth, she leaned her head back, pulling on my sack, stretching it out as far is it would go before opening her mouth, releasing my balls with an audible pop.

I groaned loudly. She laughed at my response.

“You liked that, did you?” she said, still jerking me off as she talked.

“I don’t know if like is the right word,” I said. “But it sure as hell was intense.”

“Intense is good,” she said.

“Very good,” I agreed.

“Let’s see if we can get there again,” Kelly said, then she took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked on just the tip with her mouth while she worked my shaft with her hand.

She gradually dropped her head further and further down, bobbing on my cock faster and faster, still staring up at me the whole time. Instead of jerking me off, she’d shifted her hand so she was holding down my foreskin, increasing the sensation of her lips on my cock.

It was intense as hell, but I let her do her thing without complaint. I enjoyed relinquishing control more than I’d ever thought possible. I don’t know if it was because I got a kick out of seeing Kelly so happy or if deep down I just liked being told what to do, but I didn’t worry about it too much. At least, not at the moment. There were too many other things to worry about. Like not cumming too soon. Which was rapidly becoming a pressing issue.

Luckily, Kelly sensed my impending orgasm and slowed things down a bit. She popped my cock out of her mouth and slapped it against her tongue, then against her cheek, before climbing back up my body.

“Are you still digging on me running the show?” Kelly asked, smiling widely as she straddled me.

Smiling back, I nodded.

“It liberating, isn’t it?” she said. “Letting someone else have all the control.”

“It sure is,” I said. She had a hold of my cock and was smacking it against her pussy.

“I’m so glad you like it,” Kelly said. “Because I fucking love it. Are you ready for me to ride you like an animal?”

“I can’t wait.”

“Good,” Kelly said, lifting her body up until her pretty little pussy was hovering directly above my rock hard cock. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

Kelly guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, then dropped her body down, taking me deep inside her. I let out a little moan but she remained silent, staring down at me intently, maintaining tight control over herself, and by extension, me.

She bounced on my cock, moving quickly right from the start, working the entire length of my shaft, from tip to base, with rapid pumps. I put my hands on her hips for support but she grabbed my wrists and forced my arms back, holding them against the bed, one on either side of my head.

“No, no, no,” Kelly said as she fucked me while maintaining her hold on my wrists. “This show is all mine. You don’t have any say in what happens here.”

“Fine by me,” I said, turned on even more than I’d thought possible by her manhandling me like that.

“You’re damn right it is,” she said, leaning forward so her tits were in my face.

Kelly shook her chest back and forth, smacking me in the face with them. Then she released my hands and wrapped her arms around the back of my head and pulled me forward, smashing my face against her chest. She held me there, smothering me, my cock still planted deep in her pussy as she grinded her hips forward and back against me.

Eventually she released her hold on me, allowing me to fall back onto the bed. Shortly after I’d caught my breath, she slid her hands onto my chest and used them for leverage, allowing her to hammer her body down onto me with relentless intensity.

Her pussy had opened up completely and was accepting my cock deeper than it ever had before, engulfing it, her flesh slamming down onto mine, driving me into the couch with every thrust.

With her face screwed up in intense pleasure, one of Kelly’s hands slid up my chest and grabbed my throat, squeezing it, not enough to cut off my breath but enough to constrict it.

For some reason this immediately put me over the edge.

“Holyfuckingshit,” I said, making it all one word.

Kelly didn’t have to ask what was happening. We’d been together enough for her to know immediately. But she didn’t let up on me one bit.

Even as I came, shooting my seed up into her pussy, she continued riding me as aggressively as before, milking me of all my cum. I could tell from the intense look on her face that she was close to cumming again too, so I bit down on my discomfort and let her ride me until she got there too.

Luckily for me, it didn’t take long. No more than ten seconds after I’d finished, Kelly came again, not as intensely as before but still strongly enough that she let out a little yelp followed by a low moan.

After she was done she stopped bouncing on me but didn’t immediately lift herself off me. Sitting high atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy, she smiled down at me.

“Not bad,” Kelly said, “Not bad at all.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I said.

She rolled off me, grabbed her clothes, and started to get dressed. “Are we still on for seven o’clock?”

“This didn’t replace it?” I asked.

“Not unless you wanted it to,” Kelly replied, pulling her shirt on.

“Hell no,” I said. “I’d love to see you again tonight.”

“Then think of something fun to do,” she said as she slipped into her sandals and headed towards the door. “I have to get back. My dad’s gonna be home soon.”

She turned to blow me a kiss then walked out of my bedroom, through the living room, and out the front door.

I laughed and shook my head and wondered what I’d done in a past life to deserve this. Whatever it was, it must have been huge, because I was the luckiest man alive.

 

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SHE LIKES BIG COCKS


 

Scott Wiley was just minding his own business, watching HBO at 10PM on a Saturday night, when his doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone at this hour, he contemplated pretending like he wasn’t home, but figured whoever was on the other side of the door could hear the television. Besides, for all he knew it could be an emergency or something. So he climbed to his feet and headed towards the door.

Peeking out the spy hole, he saw that it was one of his neighbors from the other side of the building, Jenna, wearing nothing except a little black cocktail dress. His heart suddenly jumped and started pounding in his chest. As he stood there in front of the still-closed door, trying to figure out what she was doing there, he heard another knock.

“I know you’re in there,” Jenna said. “I saw you through your patio door a few minutes ago.”

Scott opened his front door. On a whim, he decided to go on the offensive instead of playing it safe. “You were spying on me through my patio?” he said, grinning just a bit to show her that he was just messing with her.

Jenna smiled back and gave off a little shrug. “What can I say? I was feeling lonely tonight. Do you mind if I come in and hang out for a little while?”

“Not at all,” Scott said, holding the door open for her even though he wasn’t sure what this was all about. “It would be my pleasure.”

Scott stared at Jenna’s ass as she entered his house. He couldn’t help himself, it was just so big and round and gorgeous. And the short, tight black dress she was wearing showed it off perfectly. They’d been neighbors for more than a year now, but hadn’t shared anything more than a few glances, maybe a head-nod here or a little smile there. Scott had definitely noticed her and he was pretty sure she noticed him. But he’d never expected anything like this.

Twenty minutes later they were on his porch, smoking cigarettes and drinking some beers. So far they’d just made small talk; Scott wasn’t any closer to finding out why she’d made her way over to his place. And to be honest, he didn’t really care. The fact that she was here was good enough for him.

Jenna finished off her fourth beer and grabbed another cigarette from the pack on the table. Scott lit it for her then lit another one for himself.

“You mind if I ask you something?” Jenna said.

“Not at all,” Scott said, his stomach fluttering a little bit at her tone. For some reason he had the feeling Jenna was going to get personal real quick.

“How come you’ve never said anything to me before?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, Scott, don’t play dumb. I’ve seen you eyeing me before. At the pool. At the gym. As I’m coming and going from the building. And don’t even try and tell me you don’t deliberately walk past my patio every chance you get.”

Scott’s face started to blush. He only hoped that the porch light didn’t provide enough illumination for her to see it. He opened his mouth to protest but Jenna beat him to it.

“Don’t even try to deny it,” she said.

“I wasn’t going to,” he lied.

“Bullshit.”

“Fine,” he said with a self-deprecating chuckle. “You got me.”

Jenna took another drag of her smoke and turned towards him, dropping her elbows on the table and leaning forward. “So,” she said. “What’s your excuse? Do I really come off as unapproachable?”

“You want to know the truth?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t.”

Scott laughed and shook his head.

“What?” she said.

“You don’t want to know the truth,” he said.

“Yes I do.”

“Then yeah,” Scott said. “You do come off as unapproachable.”

She scoffed and took another drag of her smoke. Her expression was one of disdain. “You men, always afraid to talk to good-looking chicks.”

“It’s not your looks,” he said, the alcohol providing him with the nerve to speak his mind. “It’s your attitude. The way you carry yourself.”

“And how is that?”

“Like you think you’re better than everyone else.”

“I do not!”

“See?” he said, “I knew you didn’t want to hear the truth.”

“But it’s not the truth!” she said, more annoyed than angry. “I don’t think I’m better than everyone else.”

“I’m not saying that you do,” Scott said, dragging on his smoke and blowing the smoke up into the air. “I’m just saying that’s what it seems like. That’s how people perceive it.”

Jenna shook her head. “I don’t buy it,” she said. “I think you’re full of shit.”

“You think I’m just making this up as I go along, don’t you?”

She shrugged and took another drag from the cigarette.

Scott laughed humorlessly. “I knew it wasn’t worth the hassle,” he said under his breath.

“What wasn’t?” Jenna asked.

“Trying to tell you the truth,” he said. “I knew you wouldn’t hear what I was saying.”

“I hear you,” she said.

“No you don’t. You’re listening but you’re not hearing,” Scott said. “Everything I’m telling you is just going in one ear and out the other. Just as I figured it would.” He pushed the chair back and started to stand. To his surprise, Jenna put her hand on his leg.

“Hold on,” Jenna said. Her eyes were downcast and she had a pensive look on her face. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’ll listen. I promise.”

“Really?” Scott said.

She nodded. “I want to know. I want to fix it.”

He thought about it for a moment, then said, “Okay. But not out here. Let’s go inside and have a few more drinks. It’s always easier to talk when you’re drunk.”

Two bottles of wine and an hour later, they were talked out. Jenna had been true to her word, listening to everything he had to say. And she’d had a few observations of her own, ones that stung Scott a little bit, but were just as true as the things he’d told her.

All was going extremely well, better than Scott would have ever thought. And then things started going even better.

He was in the kitchen disposing of the two empty bottles of wine, when Jenna suddenly appeared right next to him. She was standing within a foot of him, their bodies practically touching, way too close for it to be an accident.

“Hey there,” Scott said, not wanting to presume too much. But from the look in her eyes he was pretty sure he knew what was coming.

“Hey yourself,” Jenna said, offering him a loopy, more-than-a-little-drunk smile.

“Can I help you with something?” he asked, grinning back at her in the exact same way.

“Oh, I think you can,” she said, moving even closer to him. She was within inches now, her face directly in front of his, her tits brushing up against his chest.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” Scott said.

“Come on, isn’t this what you want?” Jenna asked. “What you’ve wanted since the day you first laid eyes upon me?”

“Maybe,” Scott said, trying to play it cool.

“Don’t give me that shit,” she said, rubbing her leg up against his. “After all the truth you’ve been dispensing tonight, don’t start lying now. It doesn’t become you.”

“Fine,” he said. “It is what I want. But I don’t know if this is a good idea. I’m not real good in relationships. They’re not my thing.”

“I’m not talking about getting into a relationship with you,” Jenna said. “I just want to fuck. Maybe just tonight, maybe more often, depending on how it goes, but at least this one time. Right here, right now. What do you say?”

Scott laughed under his breath and shook his head. He couldn’t believe his luck.

“Is that a yes?” Jenna asked, rubbing her hand along his chest.

“Of course it is. How can I turn down a request like that?”

“Wonderful,” Jenna said, smiling up at him. “But before we get down to business, I have to warn you about something.”

“Let me guess,” Scott said. “You used to be a man.”

“How’d you know?” Jenna said, playing along.

“Just a hunch,” he replied, trying not to smile. He was unsuccessful.

“Seriously though,” Jenna said, pressing her body tighter against his. “I need you to know that I like to get a little crazy in the sack. I’m not really into regular, boring old sex. I hope you’re okay with that.”

“Oh, I think I can handle that,” Scott said.

“We’ll find out,” she said, grabbing ahold his cock through his pants and giving it a squeeze. “Not bad,” she said. “Not bad at all. But the real question is: Do you know what to do with it?”

“I’ve had a little practice.”

“I figured as much. With your looks and your body, you probably have to beat them away at the door.”

“I don’t know about that,” Scott said.

“Don’t be shy,” Jenna said as she continued to stroke his cock. “I’ve seen that hot little blonde coming and going before.”

“You noticed her?”

“Of course. Why do you think I ventured over here in the first place?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it,” Scott said. “And I certainly didn’t realize the two things were related.”

“Well they are,” Jenna said. “I figured if that hot young thing keeps coming back for more you must be doing something right.”

Scott laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Jenna said.

“Nothing,” Scott said. “I just think it’s funny that other girls notice things like that.”

“Most of them don’t,” Jenna said. “But as you’ll soon find out, I’m not like other girls.”

“You’re not?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I’m better.”

“How so?”

“I’m nastier, I’m filthier and I’m dirtier,” Jenna said. “I’ll take you places you’ve never been before.”

“That’s good to know,” Scott said. “Because I’m not like other guys.”

Jenna looked at him sideways. “Really?” she said, drawing out the word. “In what way?”

To answer her, Scott reached down, undid his zipper and negotiated his cock out of his pants. It wasn’t yet hard but it was chubby, and already it was nearly seven inches long and the width of a flashlight.

“Holy crap,” she said. “It’s even bigger than I was expecting. And I had my sights set pretty high.”

“I aim to please,” he said.

“It sure seems like it,” she replied.

Jenna laughed and shook her head. Her eyes were filled with excitement and nothing else. Which was odd. Scott was used to seeing a little apprehension mixed in on a woman’s face the first time she got a good look at his cock.

“It’s fucking huge,” Jenna said.

“I tried to tell you.”

“I know you did, but damn!” she said, laughing. “I’ve never seen anything like it before. At least not live and in the flesh.”

“Is it too much for you?” Scott asked.

“Hell no,” she said. “I can take it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Jenna said. “I have toys that size. Some even bigger than that.”

“Toys aren’t the same,” Scott said.

Jenna flashed me a sly smile. “How would you know? From experience?”

“Ha, ha, ha,” Scott said. “You’re a regular comedian.”

Jenna laughed, showing him it was in good humor.

“No, I haven’t sampled the difference between real cocks and fake cocks inside of me,” he said. “But I’ve been told by many women that it’s different.”

“And they would be right,” she said. “There is a difference. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t handle your huge cock inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she said. “Size is size. And besides, I’ve handled bigger cocks than yours before with ease. And not just the fake ones.”

Scott chuckled under my breath.

“What?” Jenna said. “You don’t think I can?”

He shrugged. “I’m not saying that you can’t, I’m just saying that I’ve yet to come across anyone that can.”

“Then you haven’t been hanging out with the right group of women,” Jenna said, flashing him a filthy little smile.

“Apparently not,” Scott replied, laughing under his breath.

Jenna dropped to her knees and grabbed ahold of his cock, which was getting harder by the second. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Scott started to reply but Jenna wrapped her lips around his cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, shutting him up immediately.

Jenna deepthroated his cock for nearly five seconds before backing off to take a deep breath. Once she had air back in her lungs, she spit on his cock and started jerking him off.

“Wow,” Scott said. “That doesn’t happen very often.”

“I told you I could handle your cock,” she said, smiling up at him.

“You certainly did,” he replied.

“Did you like that?” she said, still playing with his cock while she talked. “Do you like it when I swallow your cock? When I take the whole fucking thing down my throat?”

“I love it,” he said.

“Damn right you do,” Jenna said, her hand still working Scott’s cock, her eyes still locked on his. “You want me to do you again, don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah,” Scott said.

“How do you ask?” Jenna said as she undid the top button on his pants and pulled them and his boxers down until they were around his ankles.

“Will you please deepthroat my cock again?” he said, stepping out of his pants to free up his legs.

“Gladly,” she replied. “As long as you return the favor later.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

“As it is mine,” Jenna said.

She slapped Scotty’s cock against her tongue a couple times then went back to work, sucking and jerking him off at the same time. Wet, sloppy noises escaped from her mouth as she took his cock deeper and deeper. And then, before Scott knew it,  she’d taken the whole thing down her throat once again.

“Holy balls,” he said as she held his cock in her throat for what seemed like an hour.

Eventually Jenna started to gag and cough and pulled off his cock. She took a couple of deep breaths then shifted position, sliding her body further beneath Scott’s.

While continuing to jerk him off, Jenna went to town on Scott’s balls, licking and sucking and gargling them. He grabbed the counter and shifted his upper body forward, allowing him to better watch the proceedings.

Jenna saw him looking down at her and let his balls slip out of her mouth for a moment.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, a filthy smile on her lips.

“Hell yeah,” Scott replied.

“The view from down here is pretty nice too,” she said before going back to work.

Scott laughed and shook his head. It wasn’t long ago at all that he’d been on the couch by himself, watching TV and getting ready for bed. And now he was getting his balls licked and his cock sucked by a smoking hot chick who’d been all but a complete stranger until two hours ago. The world sure was a funny place.

Jenna worked on Scott’s cock and balls for another couple minutes before he decided it was time to mix things up. He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up. He pulled her in closer to him and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She accepted it and they made out, his hands yanking the top of her dress down to free up her big, soft, round tits. He spent a little bit of time squeezing and playing with them before letting his hands wander under her dress to rub her pussy over her panties.

She continued playing with Scott’s cock while he worked her pussy, eventually slipping his fingers underneath her panties and sliding two of them into her smooth, dripping wet snatch.

Jenna let out a soft moan as his fingers entered her. She broke off their kiss and placed her forehead against his, her eyes looking directly into his.

“You have some talented fingers,” she said between shallow, desperate breaths.

“They’re not as talented as my tongue,” he said.

“I don’t believe you,” Jenna said. She grabbed his arm and yanked his fingers out of her pussy. “Prove it.”

“With pleasure,” Scott replied as Jenna licked his fingers clean of her juices.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, so she was facing away from him. Then she put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her incredible ass sticking out. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, leaving her protected only by her black g-string.

“You have a perfect ass,” Scott said, slipping his fingers underneath her panties and slowly teasing them off, leaving her naked from the waist down.

“Why thank you,” Jenna said, turning her upper body to look back at him.

Scott grabbed one of her ass cheeks in each hand and gave them both a squeeze. “So big and firm. It drives me crazy.”

And with that, he dropped to his knees. Still gripping one ass cheek in each hand, he spread them wide, then buried his face in between them.

“Holy shit yes,” Jenna said. “That’s right. Bury that fucking face in my ass.”

Scott got busy on Jenna’s pussy, licking it from bottom to top, then back down again, before burying it inside her. She reached down and grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face deeper into her, smothering him. She held him there for a few seconds, forcing him to breathe her in, soaking his face with her musky wetness, before finally letting him go.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Scott dove back in, jamming his face between her cheeks once again. This time Jenna bounced up and down, riding his tongue, her ass smacking against his face as she groaned with pleasure.

Two minutes later, Jenna had a hold of Scott’s hair and was using it to pull his head back, away from her ass.

“Enough foreplay,” she said, looking back and down at him once again. “I need your huge cock inside me.”

“If you insist,” Scott said, climbing to his feet. He sidled up to Jenna, his cock resting on top of her ass.

“Are you ready to fuck me?” Jenna said, rubbing her ass up against his hard cock, pushing it back against his groin. Her head was turned and she was looking right at Scott as she talked. “Are you ready to stick that big cock inside me until I cum all over it?”

“You’re damn right I am,” I said.

 “Then let’s see what you got.”

Scott grabbed ahold of his cock and guided it towards Jenna’s waiting, dripping wet pussy. As soon as the tip entered her, Jenna slammed her ass back into him, nearly knocking him backwards.

“Caught you off guard there, didn’t I?” she said, looking at him with an evil tint in her eye.

“Just a bit,” Scott said as he grabbed her hips and leaned forward to better balance himself against her thrusts.

Pushing against the counter with her own hands for leverage, Jenna slammed her ass back into Scott again. This time he was ready for it and drove his cock forward at the same time.

“There you go,” she said, slamming back against him again. “Give it to me like you mean it.”


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