include_once("common_lab_header.php");
Excerpt for Kinky Asses - 8 Depraved Tales by , available in its entirety at Smashwords

This page may contain adult content. If you are under age 18, or you arrived by accident, please do not read further.

KINKY ASSES

8 DEPRAVED TALES

Evan Harder

Copyright 2019 by Evan Harder


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. Adults only. 18+


#####


TABLE OF CONTENTS

AN AFFAIR WITH THE EXTREMELY KINKY COUGAR (DAY FOUR)

ENJOYING A VERY DIRTY WEEKEND WITH MY IMPOSSIBLY NAUGHTY GIRLFRIEND (SESSION THREE)

PUNISHING THE INCREDIBLY FILTHY 19-YEAR OLD SLUT

PEGGED BY HIS KINKY BOSS

DOMINATING THE ESCORT

SLAMMING THE PERVERTED ESCORT’S ASS

FREAKY FELECIA

POUNDING THE SEXY NEIGHBOR


#####



AN AFFAIR WITH THE EXTREMELY KINKY COUGAR (DAY FOUR)

 

It was almost 10 PM the next night when his doorbell finally rang. He climbed off the couch and headed towards the door. While he was on his way the bell rang again, followed by a brief burst of knocking.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Peter said, pretending to sound annoyed. “Hold your horses, I’m coming.”

Peter looked through the peephole. He wasn’t surprised to see Shawna standing there. He opened the door. Shawna was smiling profusely and her eyes were glowing with mischief. He knew that look. She was horny as shit.

“Whatchadoin?” she asked in a sing-song, playful voice.

“Just chilling out,” Peter said, looking her up and down. She looked very casual, with almost no makeup and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wearing a white t-shirt that left her midriff exposed and a tight, tiny pair of pink shorts and a pair of flip-flops on her feet. As far as Peter could tell she didn’t have a bra or panties on.

“Mind if I chill out with you?” she asked, still smiling.

“Not at all. Come on in.”

Peter stood aside and she walked past him. He shut the door and watched her cute little ass working behind her tiny pink shorts as she made her way into the living room. She took a seat on the couch, her legs curled up underneath herself. Peter sat down next to her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Peter asked.

“What, can’t I just come over and hang out with you?” she replied.

“Of course you can,” Peter said. “But you never do. Every time you come over you want something.”

“And what is it that I always want?”

“My cock,” Peter said.

“Well, what makes you think tonight is any different?”

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you giving me such a hard time, pretending like you don’t know why I’m over here?”

“Just to mess with you,” Peter said, smiling.

“Well stop it,” Shawna said, leaning over and grabbing his cock and giving it a squeeze through his pants. “Otherwise I might change his mind.”

“About what?” Peter said, staring deep into her big brown eyes.

Shawna leaned in towards him until out faces were mere inches apart. “Letting you fuck me in the ass,” she whispered.

“Is that what you want?” Peter whispered back, his hand sliding under shirt and gripping one of her firm titties.

She let out a little moan and bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked.

“Yeah,” Shawna replied, rubbing his cock more forcefully. “Why, do you have a problem with fucking my asshole?”

“Hell no,” Peter said, rubbing her nipple between his fingertips, eliciting a sharp gasp from her mouth. “In fact, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you in the ass since the first day I saw you.”

Keeping her eyes locked on his, Shawna undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was already rock-hard, just like it always was around her.

“Then why didn’t you say something earlier?” she said.

“You know me,” Peter replied as Peter moved his free hand down her stomach. Peter slipped it under her shorts and started rubbing her already wet pussy. “I leave those things up to you. I don’t want you to think I’m pushing too hard.”

“I love it when you push hard,” Shawna said, her breath coming more quickly now.

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know,” she said, jerking him off. “But that doesn’t mean I like it. You can take the initiative too, you know.”

“Is that what you want?” Peter asked. Their lips were practically touching now as she continued jerking him off while Peter rubbed her pussy, both of them growing more excited by the second but neither of them wanting to show the other how excited they actually were.

“Sometimes,” she said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You do that,” Shawna said. “But enough talking for tonight. It’s time to get down to business.” She dropped her head in his lap and wrapped her lips around his cock.

Peter leaned back and watched Shawna as she sucked his cock, only taking the head of it in her mouth at first before gradually taking more and more until she was swallowing the entire thing.

She was on her hands and knees on the couch, sitting sideways to him, allowing him to easily reach her backside. Peter yanked her pinks shorts down around her thighs, freeing up her bottom half. Then he reached around her ass and started rubbing her pussy.

Shawna responded by going after his cock with more intensity. Peter replied by sliding two fingers inside her pussy. She retaliated by cupping his ballsack. He slapped her ass with his free hand. She yanked down on his sack. He grabbed a handful of her ass in his fist. She gave his balls a squeeze.

Laughing softly, Peter released his hold on her. “I give up, I give up. You win.”

Shawna let go of his balls and slid his cock out of her mouth. Smiling up at him, she jerked him off while Peter continued fingering her pussy. “I always do,” she said.

“Yes you do,” Peter agreed. “Luckily it doesn’t bother me.”

“Doesn’t it?

“Not at all,” Peter said, wiggling out from underneath her and climbing to his feet. “Because in the end, I always get what I want from you.”

“That’s funny,” Shawna said. “I was going to say the same exact thing about you.”

“Get over here,” Peter said, his voice filled with mock anger. He picked Shawna up and flipped her over and deposited her back onto the couch, facing him. Then he grabbed her legs and pushed them back, folding her in half. Grinning widely, she hooked her ankles together behind her head like a human pretzel, leaving her snatch and tight little asshole wide open and right in front of his face.

Peter started fingering her pussy, giving her two fingers, then three, then four, filling her up, slamming his hand back and forth, causing her to scream. He pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy a couple of times, eliciting a sharp gasp with each slap. Then he went to work with his tongue, licking her pussy from bottom to top, tasting her tangy sweetness.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop licking my pussy.”

Her talking excited him further and he started going after her pussy more vigor, digging his face in and sticking his tongue deeper inside her. Peter let his fingers wander down to her ass and used his middle one to rub the outside of her asshole.

“There you go,” she said. “Work that asshole with your finger. Get it all warmed up for your big, hard, cock.”

With Shawna egging him on, Peter stuck his middle finger in his mouth to get it lubed up and then slid it into her asshole. She let out a low groan of intense pleasure which morphed into a series of moans as he worked his finger in and out of her asshole.

“More,” she said between deep breaths, staring right at him with intense eyes. “Stick another one in there.”

So Peter did, spitting on her asshole then sticking a second finger inside her, his excitement building with every passing moment.

With his fingers still sliding in and out of her asshole Peter went back to eating her out, his tongue working feverishly in her pussy. She was making animalistic sounds, begging him for more.

“Another one,” she said.

So Peter slid a third finger inside her asshole. It slipped in easily. She’d obviously done this sort of thing before. The fact that she was such a slut excited him even further, and he went to town even more aggressively on her snatch while still slamming his fingers into her asshole, loosening it up, getting it ready for his cock.

But she had some other things in mind first. Reaching down, she grabbed ahold of the back of his head and pulled him into her, smashing his face against her pussy, nearly smothering him. Breathing her in, Peter licked and sucked and tongued her soaking wet snatch, making a mess of his face. His fingers were shoved into her asshole all the way to the knuckles.

Sometime later she lifted his head up by the hair and pulled him towards her. She licked his face, cleaning all her juices off him, then shoved her tongue into his mouth and started aggressively exploring it. His fingers were still buried in her ass.

Shawna broke off the kiss but kept a hold of his head. Their faces were mere inches apart and they were staring into each other’s eyes. She reached down and pulled his fingers from her ass and brought them up towards her mouth.

She stuck his index finger in her mouth, licked it clean of her juices, then popped it out. “First I want you to fuck his pussy.”

She slid his middle finger into her mouth and licked that one clean. “Then I want you to fuck his ass.”

She finished with his ring finger, giving it the same treatment as the other two. “And then I want you to cum on my face. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Peter said, stepping forward, getting into position. He grabbed her hips and turned her slightly, so she was lying diagonally on the couch. Leaving one foot on the floor, he brought his other leg to the couch and dropped his knee onto the cushion. Then he slipped his cock into her pussy.

Shawna groaned as Peter entered her.

“You like that, do you?” Peter asked, looking down at her.

Shawna nodded. “I fucking love it,” she said.

Leaning forward to give himself a better angle, Peter proceeded to fuck her pussy, pumping his hips back and forth in long, deliberate thrusts.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Shawna said. “I love the feel of your cock inside me.”

As usual, her talking just got him more riled up, which led to him moving faster and faster against her. Peter grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze and she responded with a gasp of pleasure and a nod of her head.

Peter increased his speed further, pounding her pussy now, his cock moving in and out of her more quickly than ever while she moaned and groaned beneath him.

He hammered away at Shawna’s pussy for a good two minutes before slamming into her one last time and holding his cock deep inside her, thier eyes locked together. She threw her arms up around his neck and pulled him closer and locked her lips around his. After exploring each other’s mouths for a short while, she broke off the kiss but didn’t pull back, choosing instead to place her forehead against his.

“Fuck my ass,” Shawna said, her eyes gleaming. “Give me what I need.”

“Gladly,” Peter said.

Smiling, Peter backed away and pulled his cock from her pussy. He squatted down and spit on her asshole and started working it with his tongue, getting it nice and lubed up for what was to come.

“Holy shit that feels fucking incredible,” Shawna said as Peter licked her asshole, starting on the outside and working his way towards the middle until his tongue was halfway inside her anus, getting it warmed up for his cock.

After it was good and loose, Peter stood up and repositioned himself. Then he grabbed ahold of his hard cock and slid it into her asshole.

Shawna let out a guttural moan and her legs quivered. But still she held them tight, keeping them wrapped around the back of her head, leaving herself wide open to him.

Peter moved his hips slowly forward, giving her one inch of his cock at a time. It was more for him than for Shawna; her asshole accepted his cock quite easily but it was still tight enough that it applied pressure all over, heightening the sensation. Peter knew if he moved too quickly he wouldn’t be inside her long before he was aching to cum.

“What’s that matter?” Shawna said, smiling up at him. “Too tight for you to handle.”

“No,” Peter lied. “It’s just right.”

“Then give it to me with a little more intensity,” she said, easily reading through his lies. She started moving her body back into his, forcing his cock deeper inside her asshole.

Peter grimaced and tried to stave off orgasm. Shawna just laughed and started bucking her body more quickly, fucking his cock with her asshole.

It wasn’t long before Peter was ready to burst. Her asshole just felt too fucking good. So he quickly pulled his cock out and gave it a couple of quick smacks to get it back under control.

Laughing, Shawna looked up at him. “Oh, poor baby,” she said. “It was too tight.”

“It’s not going to be for long,” Peter said, grabbing ahold of her around the waist. He flipped her over, grabbed her around the hips, and pulled her ass up into the air. She shifted her upper body so she was looking back at him.

“Is this how you like me?” she asked, her voice higher-pitched than usual, the tone she took when she wanted to mess with him. “Face-down and ass up so you can pummel me from behind?”

 Peter answered Shawna’s question with actions instead of words, sidling up to her and sliding his cock into her dripping wet pussy, giving it to her balls-deep right from the get-go.

Shawna gasped, her eyes widening slightly. “I guess it is,” she said before returning her gaze forward.

Peter worked his cock quickly in and out of Shawna’s pussy while staring down at her body. Watching her bounce against his cock while he fucked her from behind was the stuff dreams were made of. Tight ass, narrow hips, perfect skin, back muscles working, shoulder blades poking out, brown ponytail bouncing just above her arched back. Peter was just as excited by the view as he was by the physical sensation coursing through his body.

With his hands gripping Shawna’s ass cheeks, Peter laid into her, giving her his entire cock, from tip to base, hammering away at her pussy in long, fast, deep strokes.

“Holy shit,” she cried aloud. “You’re cock is so fucking big! Give it to me, give it to me. Just like that!”

The whole point of this exercise was to loosen up her ass before Peter fucked it again, so he spit on two of his fingers and slid them into her asshole. He forced them as far in as they would go then started working them in a circular motion, stretching out her asshole while he continued fucking her pussy.

Peter slid a third finger into her asshole and worked it around with the other two until he figured it was loose enough for his cock.  

Still pounding away at Shawna, Peter slid his fingers out of her ass and used his hands to spread her ass cheeks, opening her asshole up, causing it to gape. It was mesmerizing, that perfect little black hole, just staring right up at him, beckoning. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer once he got his cock in there, but at this point he didn’t care. He needed to fuck Shawna’s ass. Now. It was just too inviting to delay any further.

So as Peter continued holding her asscheeks wide, keeping her asshole gaping, he slid his cock out of her pussy and maneuvered it so the head was resting against the flesh between her pussy and asshole, the tip mere centimeters from entering.

“Give it to me,” Shawna said, looking back at him once again. “Fuck my asshole with your huge cock until you’re ready to cum.”

“If you insist,” Peter said. And with that, he slid his cock inside her.

Unlike earlier, Peter wasn’t worried about making it last before he came, so he started pounding her asshole right away, giving her his entire cock from tip to base from the very beginning.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Shawna screamed, her head facing forward once again as his hips slammed into her ass, making it shake and jiggle every time their bodies come together. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass and make me cum!”

Now that Peter knew she was so close to cumming, He did what he could to help get here there before he did, reaching out and grabbing her shoulders so he could pull her body back with every thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside her asshole. It was completely disappearing now, his balls slamming up against the underside of her pussy at the bottom end.

“Your cock is so fucking deep in my ass!” Shawna screamed. “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

She tilted her chin towards the ceiling, causing her ponytail to hover in the air right in front of him.

Peter couldn’t resist, grabbing ahold of it and yanking back.

Shawna’s screams grew even louder but she was no longer talking. The sounds that came out of her mouth with wordless and unformed, pure exclamations of unbridled pleasure.

Peter continued pummeling her ass with every ounce of his energy, right on the verge of cumming now but wanting her to have her orgasm before he let go with his.

Luckily it didn’t take but a few more seconds. Peter slammed his cock deep into her asshole a few more times and then her body tensed up for a moment before releasing, her entire body quivering as a final, pent-up scream escaped from her mouth.

With her orgasm out of the way, Peter was free to finish up too, which he did a short time later.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” Peter said, pulling his cock out of her asshole.

Shawna spun quickly, sliding forward on the couch until her head was right in front of his cock. She took things from there, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock while she worked the shaft with her hand.

After just a couple seconds of this, his body tensed up too. Reading the signs of his impending orgasm, Shawna popped his cock out of her mouth but continued jerking him off as Peter came, spraying her face with his white sperm, coating it with numerous spurts as she milked him dry with her hand before letting his cock go.

Looking up at him, her face covered in white, she smiled.

“That was quite a load,” she said. “Even bigger than usual.”

“What can I say?” Peter replied. “Fucking your ass turned me on more than usual.”

“It sure looks like it,” she said. “I take it you want to do it again some day?”

“Whenever possible,” Peter said.

“How about right now?”

“Are you serious?”

Laughing, Shawna said, “Nah. Not tonight. It’s too late. But pretty soon though. One of these days I’m going to make you cum at least three times before I’m through with you.”

“I can’t wait,” Peter said.

“Neither can I,” she replied, standing up. “Now give me a kiss.”

She leaned in towards him but Peter quickly backed away. “Whoa, there,” he said. “Don’t get all crazy on me now.”

Laughing, she took another step towards him. Peter scurried away, almost tripping on a chair in the process, which just made her laugh harder.

“All right, all right,” she said. “I’ll let you slide on kissing me until I get cleaned up.”

“Thank you.”

“This time, at least,” Shawna said, still grinning.

She turned and headed towards the bathroom while Peter gathered their clothes, laughing under his breath all the while. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this, but he wasn’t going to question it. Every dog has it’s day. Or in his case, four days. The only question now what how much longer it would last. But he wasn’t worried. The way he saw it, every day was a bonus. He’d never been with a girl like Shawna before and he figured he never would after. Might as well just enjoy it as it came.

 

#####


ENJOYING A VERY DIRTY WEEKEND WITH MY IMPOSSIBLY NAUGHTY GIRLFRIEND (SESSION THREE)

 

People ask me all the time if it bothers me that Vicki was in porn. Of course it doesn’t. Why would it?

The way I see it, a person’s past is their past. Nothing more. It’s not their present, it’s not their future. By its very definition it can’t be altered. Nor does it matter. It’s over and done with, so why stress over it?

When it comes to a past, everyone has one. And everyone has made mistakes in it. The key is to not make those same mistakes again. And how do you go about avoiding them? Easy. By talking about what led you to making them so you won’t make them again.

But for some reason everyone is always afraid of discussing their past with their significant others. Nobody ever talks to each other about their old relationships, their old boyfriends/girlfriends, about any of that stuff. I don’t understand it. It’s  just like any secret; once it’s out in the open it loses all its power. So why not nip things in the bud? You’d be surprised how many laughs you can have trying to top your partner with the worst thing you’ve ever done. Or the biggest asshole/bitch you’ve ever dated. Or how you pathetically lusted after someone way out of your league and inevitably got shot down by them. Discussions like this are bonding experiences, they help us realize that we’re not so unlike everyone else. And they are essential to a healthy relationship.

Which takes us back to the question about Vicki being in porn and why I don’t have the slightest problem with it. It’s pretty simple, actually.

Vicki’s stint shooting porn doesn’t define her more than her shitty marriage does, or the first person she slept with. Nor, for that matter, does my shitty marriage and crappy relationships before that define me. Or who I slept with in college. These experiences have made us who we are, yes, but so what? Do you hate yourself so much that you have to hide the things that have molded you? Are you that ashamed of who you are?

Maybe. I don’t know. But I’m sure as hell not. I embrace my past, revel in it, enjoy reliving it. And I certainly don’t hide from it. Nor does Vicki hide from hers. Which is why I love her. In the immortal words of Popeye The Sailor Man, “I am who am and that’s all that I am.”

Anyone who’s got a problem with that can go fuck themselves.

 

#

 

I couldn’t sleep. Despite all the fucking and drinking we’d done over the past six hours, the Viagra kept my dick just hard enough that I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any rest until I took care of it one more time. Hopefully the last.

I looked over and saw that Vicki was sleeping soundly, so I climbed out of bed, slipped into a bathrobe and grabbed the laptop bag. I went downstairs so I wouldn’t disturb Vicki, sat down on the couch and opened the laptop. After a couple minutes of searching I had some porn streaming over the internet. I skipped to the middle of the scene to avoid all the foreplay. Right now I just wanted to get off quickly so my little man would relax and I could hopefully get some sleep.

Onscreen a tiny little blonde with gigantic fake tits was in the process of getting fucked by a young stud. She was on the bed, her legs spread open wide. He was pounding her with reckless abandon while she screamed loudly. I opened up the bathrobe and let my still hard cock out. But the scene wasn’t really doing much for me. The girl was too fake, the guy not really into it. There was no real heat. I skipped forward a little bit more and found what I was looking for. Now he was fucking her doggy style. Her fake screams had been replaced by a lower, more guttural grown that sounded very real indeed. The stud had toned down his eagerness and was pumping her more slowly. I began stroking my cock, slowly at first.

The stud started pounding her harder and the little blonde’s screams started up again. But this time they were legit. The guy reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back on it. She screamed louder. Then he stuck his thumb in her ass. She screamed louder still. I started jerking my cock a little faster. This stuff was turning me on. Not nearly as much as fucking Vicki but it would do the trick. A few more minutes of this and hopefully I could finish up for the night and then hit the sack for real. A couple hours of sleep would feel real good right about now.

The action was starting to get hotter and hotter and I was getting closer and closer to finishing when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked over my shoulder and saw Vicki standing behind me. She was wearing nothing but a g-string and one of my t-shirts. She’d washed off all her makeup but she didn’t need it. She’s hot as hell without it, with her little freckled face making her look like she’s still in her teens. Her hair is mussed up which just takes the sexiness factor up a notch further. Just looking at her makes my cock even harder than it was just moments ago, which is quite a feat.    

“What are you doing?” she asked, fighting off a yawn.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I said, a little smile playing on my lips.

“Don’t tell me you’re jerking off to porn.” There was no malice in her voice, just curiosity and a hint of surprise.

My smile widened and I shrugged.

“After everything we did?” she said. “I thought you were done for the night.”

“So did I,” I said. “But this Viagra has me feeling like I’m eighteen again. I just can’t keep my little man at heel.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not so great when you’re sound asleep.”

“Did you even try to wake me up?”

“No,” I said. “I just thought—”

She started walking towards me, taking slow, exaggerated strides. “That’s your problem right there,” she said. “You need to stop thinking so much. For all you know I could have been dreaming about you, just praying that you would wake me up.”

“Were you?”

“Maybe,” she said as she came up behind me. She draped her arms over my shoulders and started rubbing my chest with her hands as she eyed my cock. “Jesus Christ, you weren’t kidding about your little man, were you?”

“No,” I said.

“You certainly look like you were enjoying it, whatever you were watching.”

I didn’t reply to this. There was no good answer.

“Hit the pause button,” she said. “I want to see what’s got you so worked up.”

I un-paused the screen, revealing the little blonde getting fucked from behind while the stud pulled her hair and fingered her asshole. As we watched, he pulled his thumb from her asshole and started spanking her ass, turning it red.

“Well, that explains a lot,” Vicki said. She looked at me, then at my cock, then back at me. “Do you know what I think? I think that you didn’t wake me up on purpose. I think you’d rather be watching porn than fucking me.”

I knew she didn’t mean it but figured I’d play along. She was obviously enjoying her little game, and the more fun she had the more fun I was going to have to in the end.

“Never,” I said.

Vicki scoffed. “Yeah right,” she said. Her voice had gotten edgier, like a teacher scolding one of her students. Taking charge just turned me on even further, a fact which she knew quite well. Which is undoubtedly why she was doing it. “You’d rather watch that little blonde slut get fucked than fuck me, wouldn’t you.”

“Not a chance,” I said.

“We’ll just see about that.”

She climbed over the couch and flipped the laptop shut, then turned on me, her thin, perfect body standing over me, her pussy at the same level as my face. She slipped out of her g-string and started rubbing her pussy. I grabbed my cock and started playing with it. She slapped my arm away.

“I didn’t say you could touch your cock,” she said. “You were a bad boy. And I’m going to punish you for it. You’re just going to sit there and watch me play with my pussy.”

She went back to work on her pussy, slipping a finger in, then two. She started fucking herself, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

I looked up at her. I tried to keep the smile off my face but it was impossible. This was just too much fun. My dick was harder than ever, sticking straight up out of the bathrobe, throbbing and rock hard. It was all I could do not start playing with it, especially with her standing over me, looking down on me like that, taunting me with her fingers inside her pussy. She pulled her fingers out and stuck them in her mouth and sucked her juices off.

She stepped forward so her pussy was hovering directly over my cock. I reached out and ran my hands up her legs but she slapped them away again.

“Don’t fucking touch anything,” Vicki said, looking back at me. “Not until I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes mistress.”

“That’s better,” Vicki said. Then she sat down on my stomach and backed her ass up until it was pressing painfully against my cock. She reached back and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She bounced it against her ass and rubbed it up and down her crack, making me squirm.

“You want me to sit on it, don’t you?” she said.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

She just laughed. “Later, maybe,” she said before letting it go. She pulled the shirt up over her tits and started playing with them, pushing them together, rubbing her nipples. “You like these perfect little titties?”

Again I nodded.

“You want to suck on them?”

I nodded yet again.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” I said.

“The whole thing,” she said. “I want to hear the words.”

“I want to suck on your tits.”

She tilted her head and gave me the evil eye.

“Please,” I added, enjoying the hell out of this little game. Payback, no doubt, for our escapades earlier.

“Please what?”

“Please mistress.”

“That’s better,” she said.

She pressed her chest up against my face and shook them back and forth, slapping me with them.

“Stick your tongue out.”

I stuck my tongue out.

She stuck one of her nipples in front of my mouth. “Lick my nipple.”

I did.

She stuck it deeper in my mouth. “Now suck on it.”

Again I did what I was told.

“Harder,” she said.

I sucked with everything I had. Vicki started to groan. Her nipple was hard so I switched to the other side and gave it the same treatment. She groaned some more and wrapped her arms around my head, pressing me deeper into her. I looked up and saw her head thrown back, exposing the hollow of her neck. She squeezed harder for a moment, then let go, her breast popping out of my mouth with an audible pop.

She leaned back and slid her body further up my chest and put her feet up on the back of the couch and started playing with herself again. Her ring and index fingers moved in and out of her pussy, slid up to rub her clit, then plunged back into her pussy.

“You like watching me play with myself?” she said. “You like seeing me fuck my tight little hole with my fingers?”

“Yes mistress.”

“You want to taste it?” she said. “You want to taste my pussy?

I nodded.

She increased the pace, slamming her fingers inside her pussy for a few seconds, getting it nice and juicy. Then she pulled them out and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting her familiar sweetness, loving every second of it.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” she said.

“I fucking love it.”

“Then open your mouth,” she said as she climbed to her feet. “I’ll give you the real thing.”

I opened my mouth and she pushed my head back into the headrest and climbed up and sat on my face. She rubbed her pussy in my mouth, bouncing up and down on it, my nose smacking up against her clit, her wetness getting all over the bottom half of my face. I stuck out my tongue and pushed it deep into her pussy.

“That’s right,” she said. “Work that tongue. Stick it in my pussy.”

I held my tongue rigid as she bounced on it, her moans growing with every thrust. She leaned down and grabbed the back of my head and held it up against her pussy, pushing them together, holding it there, suffocating me, forcing me to breathe her in. So I did, taking my air from her pussy as she got off on my tongue.

And then she was climbing off my face, leaving me gasping for breath.

“You were a good little boy,” Vicki said. “So now I’m going to reward you.”

She climbed down off my face and slid down my body until she was between my legs, on her knees and facing me. She had my cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it, taunting me, teasing me.

“It’s so fucking huge,” she said as she stuck out her tongue and licked it, from the tip down to my balls then back up again. “And it tastes so fucking good.” She giggled and then started sucking on it, first taking just the tip in her mouth while one hand worked my shaft and the other went down and played with my balls. Triple threat. Insanity.

She worked the tip of my cock for a few seconds then started letting it further into her mouth, bouncing up and down on it, taking more of it in every time, until pretty soon she was swallowing the whole thing. She deep-throated me a couple of times, each time spending a couple seconds with my entire cock in her mouth before coming up for air. The third time she held it there for nearly ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before finally coughing and gagging and sliding my cock out of her mouth.

“Is that how they do it in the movies you like to watch?” she asked while jerking me off. She knew damn well that they did but liked to taunt me about it just the same. 

“You do it better,” I said.

“You’re damn right I do,” she replied. She spit on my cock and jerked it some more, then slid back a little bit and dropped her head down and sucked on my balls. “What about this?” she said after popping them out of her mouth. “They do this too, don’t they?”

“Yes,” I said.

She grabbed my legs and pulled on them, sliding me further down the couch so my ass was hanging off the end of it. She grabbed my legs and spread them apart, then pushed them back, exposing my asshole, which she proceeded to lick. I shuddered and took a deep breath.

“And this?” she said after tonguing my asshole for a few seconds. “This too?”

“Sometimes,” I said hoarsely. “But only in the really nasty ones.”

“But those are the ones you like, right? The nastier the better?”

I nodded and tried to swallow but my throat was too dry and there was just a soft click. It was taking everything I had to keep from cumming all over her face.

She smiled and went back to work on my asshole, licking it, sticking her tongue in it, running her tongue up my taint to the bottom of my balls, sucking on them for a bit, then running her tongue back down to my asshole.

“What I don’t understand,” she said nonchalantly as she spit on my cock and stroked it some more. “Is why you watch those when you could have the real thing?”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“So you said. But you know what? I’m awake now.”

“Yes you are,” I said, climbing to my feet. “And I’m going to fuck the shit outta you, just like they do in those movies I like.”

“Promises, promises,” she said.

I picked her up and spun her around and dropped her on the couch, doggy-style, her arms gripping the back of the couch, her back arched, her tight little ass sticking up in the air, spread perfectly, just waiting for me. I got down on my knees and sidled up to her. But I didn’t stick my cock inside her. Now that I was in control, I was going to make her suffer, just as she had made me. Besides, I had to give myself a couple minutes to calm down. If I stuck my cock in her now, I’d cum within seconds. And neither of us wanted that.

I grabbed both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, and spread her ass apart, then buried my face in between her cheeks. I went to work on her pussy, my tongue running up and down and inside it, my nose pressing up against her perfect little pink asshole. I pulled my tongue from her pussy and ran it up to her asshole and started licking it too.

“That’s right,” Vicki said, her moans growing more intense with every second. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get in there. Taste it. Love it. Worship it.”

Her nasty talk just turned me on further. I went after it with more intensity, running my tongue from her pussy to the asshole, up and down, over and over again, then finally concentrating on her asshole, licking it, sucking on it, sticking my tongue inside it. She was bouncing now against my face, totally absorbed in the moment, her moans turning to guttural groans as my rigid tongue went deeper and deeper inside her asshole.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, opening her up further, giving me even deeper access to her asshole. She was on the verge of orgasm, right on the edge. I brought my hand forward and started working her pussy with my fingers while continuing to tongue her asshole.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum,  holy shit I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Vicki shuddered beneath me, her pussy convulsing, drenching my fingers with her wetness.

“Give me your cock,” she begged, looking back at me. “I want you inside of me.”

“Shut up,” I said, grabbing her hair and pulling her head towards me until our faces were inches from each other. “You’ll get my cock when I decide to give it to you, not before. Understand?”

She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“Say it,” I said, returning her favor from earlier.

“I understand.”

I gave her the same look she had given me earlier; head tilted sideways, narrowed eyes, a little scowl on my lips.

“I understand, master,” she said.

“That’s better,” I said, slapping her ass.

She yelped in pleasurable pain.

“Oh you like, that, do you?”

She nodded as best she could with my hand still gripping her hair.

I slapped her ass again, harder this time.

Again, she yelped.

I slapped her again, and again, and again, until her ass was red.

With every slap she yelped a little louder until finally her legs shimmied and shook and she moaned in near-orgasm.

Smiling, I released her hair and her head flopped back down onto the couch. I spread her cheeks again, revealing her little pink asshole. I spit on it. Then I took my thumb and started rubbing the outside of it, varying the pressure, making her squeal. I stuck my thumb into her asshole and started working it around, spitting on it again, working my thumb deeper and deeper, to the first knuckle then all the way down until it had completely disappeared.

Vicki was working her ass, moving it against my hand, her moans growing ever more intense.

“Do you want my cock?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes master,” she said. “Please give me your cock. I need it.”

With my thumb still planted in her ass I stood up and stuck my cock in her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned, starting to move slowly against me.

I knew I didn’t have much time before I was going to explode, so I started pounding away right from the get-go, slamming up my cock into her pussy while my thumb worked her asshole.

“Fuck me with that big cock of yours,” Vicki said. “Give it to me like the little slut that I am. Like I deserve to be fucked.”

As always, her talk just spurned me on further. I pummeled her relentlessly, her little ass slapping up against my hips with every thrust, practically lifting her off the couch every time I bottomed out.

“Is that all you got?” she said. “Come on, fuck me like you mean it. Punish me. Punish me!”

I pulled my thumb from her ass and used both hands to grab ahold of her hair. I yanked back on her head, pulling it towards me, forcing her to arch her back, giving me more leverage to pound her. I went after her with everything I had, hammering away while Vicki shrieked in delight.

I let go of her hair with one of my hands and started spanking her ass, just like in the movie.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s right,” Vicki said. “Slap my ass. Treat me like a whore. Treat me like a dirty little whore.”

Her talk brought me right to the edge. But before I came, I wanted to do one last thing. So I let go of her hair and pushed on her shoulders, forcing them down so her face was lying on the couch. With her head down and her ass up, her perfect little butthole was staring me right in the face, gaping slightly from the thumb reaming I’d given it earlier, beckoning me, begging me to fuck it. But it was too late.

Just thinking about fucking Vicki in the ass took me over the edge. It happened more quickly than usual; I didn’t even have time to warm Vicki that I was cumming. Before I knew what was happening I’d pulled my cock out of her and was spraying my seed all over her back in white, ropy bursts. Even though it was my fifth time on the night, it was still an impressive load, just as large as my first one had been. Whether that was a function of the Viagra or just being drunk with my hot and nasty-as-hell girlfriend in a kick-ass suite in Vegas I didn’t know, but I decided I was going to find out.

After using the bathrobe to clean Vicki off, we both trundled back up the stairs and crashed into bed.

“Well, that was quite a day,” she said, the disappointment clear in her voice. “Too bad we have to take off tomorrow.”

“Says who?”

She turned towards me. “I thought you said we were only staying for the night.”

“That was the plan,” I said. “But there’s nothing that says we have to stick to it.”

“Really? We can stay?”

“Sure. Why not? It’s not like we have anything we have to get home to. A couple more nights here isn’t going to hurt us.”

“I don’t know about that,” Vicki said. “If the other two nights are anything like this one was, I may not be able to walk for a week.”

“We can always take it easier the next couple of nights,” I said. “Mellow things out a bit.”

“Fuck that,” she replied, her face beaming. “If we’re going to stay, we’re going to do it right. In fact, I have a feeling when we look back on this trip, tonight is going to be the least memorable night of the three.”

“You promise?”

“With all my heart.”

“Then we’d better get some sleep,” I said. “It sounds like we’re going to have long couple of nights ahead of us.”

 

#####


PUNISHING THE INCREDIBLY FILTHY 19-YEAR OLD SLUT



I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Amber. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

“Hey Amber, what’s up?” I said.

“Are you busy?” she replied.

“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

I laughed. Amber wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 19-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Amber said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

“I’ll be waiting.”

I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Amber was. It simply wasn’t possible.

 

#

 

I showed up at Amber’s door half an hour later.

“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Amber it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties,  and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Amber was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

She nodded.

“What did you do this time?” I asked.

“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Amber it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 19-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Amber scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Amber couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted.  She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

“Fine,” Amber said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.

“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

“You think so, huh?”

She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.

“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.

“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.

“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”

“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.

But Amber didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.

Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.

Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.

“Is that all you got?” she said.

“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”

“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”

“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.

She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.

“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.

“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.

“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”

I slapped her again.

This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”

I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.

“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”

I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.

“Harder,” she said.

I obliged.

“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.

So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.

“Harder!” she screamed.

I slapped her yet again.

And again.

And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.

But Amber was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.

“On your knees,” I said.

She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.

We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Amber and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.

“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Amber replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”

She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”

“Since when is tonight about what I want?”

“Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”

She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”

“No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”

“I guess you will,” she said.

Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.

“Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.

“I guess I could do that much,” Amber said. She opened her mouth.

“Tongue out,” I said.

She did as she was told without comment for once.

I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”

As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.


Continue reading this ebook at Smashwords.
Download this book for your ebook reader.
(Pages 1-37 show above.)