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SUBMISSIVE & EROTIC

8 HARDCORE TALES

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

THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LIKES IT ROUGH

MANHANDLED

PASSING THE TEST

SHE LIKES IT ROUGH

NOT AS INNOCENT AS SHE LOOKS

PUNISHING THE SLUT

DOMINATING THE HUNK DOWN THE HALL

MY NAUGHTY BABES: ADRIANA & MOLLY

AUTHOR’S NOTE


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THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LIKES IT ROUGH


 

Kelly 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 Kelly 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, Kelly 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.

 

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There was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, saw it was Kelly. 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. 

Kelly 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,” Kelly said. “That kind of depends.”

“On what?”

“You.”

“Okay,” I said. “Lay it on me.”

“Do you like fucking me?” Kelly 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,” Kelly 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, Kelly 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?”

Kelly 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.”

Kelly 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?” Kelly 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.

Kelly 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.

Kelly 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 Kelly 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,” Kelly 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.

Kelly 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, Kelly 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 Kelly 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, Kelly 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. Kelly’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,” Kelly 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 Kelly 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 Kelly 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,” Kelly moaned, playing with her tits as I continued finger-fucking her, my hand slamming in and out of her.

Kelly 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.

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

I smacked Kelly’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.

Kelly’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,” Kelly 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, Kelly 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.

Kelly 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,” Kelly 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.” Kelly 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,” Kelly 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!”

Kelly 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,” Kelly 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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MANHANDLED


 

One of the coolest things about being a dirty little slut is you are constantly surprising people. And not only people that haven’t met you before, but people you’ve been with multiple times.

The key to being a true dirty slut, however, is the ability to surprise people that you’ve banged multiple times before. Take Chris, for example. I’ve been with him four times before, and he’s pretty damn good in the sack. Even though we’ve done some pretty fucked-up things, he still has no idea how depraved I can be. We’ve never gotten too crazy, even though I get a strong sense that he’d like to.

Every time I’m with him I keep waiting for him to take things a little further and I can tell that he wants too also. I think he’s just holding back because we don’t know each other all that well and it’s a pretty big leap to take, going from fairly normal, hard sex to roughing a girl up, especially since we’ve only fucked a couple of times, and a few months apart to boot. But that’s what I’m in the mood for tonight. And since Chris is the only man I’ve been able to get a hold of tonight, he’s just going to have to give me what I want. Whether he likes it or not.

So after giving him a call and inviting him over to my place, I get myself ready then hang out on the couch with a bottle of wine while I wait for him to arrive.

At just before 8pm there’s a knock on my door. I put my wine glass and the now-empty bottle of wine back in the kitchen, then head over and answer it.

I open the door and just stand there, staring at Chris, and more importantly, letting him stare at me. I’m wearing a cutoff, blue-and-white striped long sleeve t-shirt that barely covers my small but perky tits and shows off my perfectly tanned, washboard stomach and blue panties that show off my long, shapely legs and tight ass.

For his part, Chris is dressed up in a collared shirt and slacks, looking long and lean and sexy as usual. His dark hair is longer than the last time I’d seen him, almost reaching his shoulders, making his already angular features seem even more chiseled.

“So are you going to come in or just stand there looking at me?” I say, giving him a little bit of attitude.

A little grin shows up on his face and he steps inside the room. “It’s good to see you, too,” he says, his tone sarcastic.

“So what’s on tap for this evening?” I ask after we make our way over towards the couch. But we don’t sit down, we just stand there, looking at each other, both with little smirks on our face.

“Whatever you want,” Chris replies.

“Do you really mean that?” I say.

Chris nods but he’s a little apprehensive about it, probably due to my tone.

I flash him a devilish smile. “Are you sure?”

“I thought so,” he says. “But with the way you’re looking at me right now, I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Well you’d better be,” I say. “Otherwise I’ll just have to go find someone else to give me what I need.”

“And what is it that you need, exactly?” he asks.

“I need to get punished,” I say. “Do you think you can punish me?”

“Oh, I could probably do that,” Chris says, his eyes lighting up and his grin growing larger.

Yep, just like I thought. He’s totally into that sort of thing. But I still need to push him further, to get him in the correct mindset to truly let it go. “Probably? Or definitely?”

“I can sure as hell try,” he says.

“That’s not good enough,” I say. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know that you can take things all the way. I mean, really lay into me.”

“I can do that,” Chris says, the look on his face displaying the attitude that I knew was always right below the surface.

“How much can you give me?”

 “Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.

“Shit, you know I can take whatever your pathetic ass can dish out,” I say, knowing that he’ll take the challenge to heart. He’s definitely one of those macho guys that has to accept every front to his ego head on. Without exception. He was just born and bred that way.

Chris’s eyes light up even further. “You talk a big game,” he says. “But I don’t think you can truly handle me.”

“I always have before.”

“That’s because I always took it easy on you.”

“And why is that? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”

He just shrugs. But he is grinning and his eyes are lit up. He thinks he’s too much for me. Time to put him in his place.

“You think you’re a badass but you ain’t shit,” I say, knowing just how hard he’s going to try and prove me wrong. Which is exactly the point. “I’ve had 18-year old girls rough me up more than you’re going to.”

“Is that how you want it?” he says, his smile growing wider. “Rough?”

“As rough as you can make it.”

“No holds barred?”

“None.”

“I can do anything to you I want?”

“Anything at all,” I say, walking towards him. “Choking, slapping, hair-pulling, and more. The whole nine yards.”

“I don’t know,” he says, backing up slightly as I approached, suddenly apprehensive.

“I knew it,” I say. “You’re all talk. When it comes to doing the deed you just don’t have the balls.”

His grin takes on a harder edge. I’m starting to get to him. Time to pour it on.

“You’re scared,” I say. “I can see it in your eyes. You don’t think I can take what you have in mind.”

“I know you can’t,” he says.

“Try me,” I say. “Fucking try me and let’s find out who’s right and who’s wrong.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he says, suddenly yanking my shirt off, exposing my small, perky tits. My nipples are already rock hard. He fondles one of my tits and roughly pinches my nipple, forcing a gasp from my throat. Then, without warning, he slaps down on it.

I bite down on my bottom lip and let out a little moan. It hurts for just a moment before fading into pleasure.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I say, smiling wickedly. “Do it again.”

Grinning back at me, Chris slaps down on my tit again, harder this time.

“Harder,” I say.

So he does, hard enough that the sound echoes about the room.

“Harder,” I say again, even though tears are leaking out of my eyes and my tit already stings. “Like you mean it.”

He obliges.

“Is that all you got?” I ask.

Grinning wickedly now, he does it again. And again. And again, forcing me to flinch more every time.

But then, at just the right time, he stops. Chris is smart enough to know that mixing pleasure in with the pain keeps things infinitely more interesting.

Bending down, Chris leans forward and takes my raw nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently, my pleasure heightened because of the sudden absence of pain. But he doesn’t let me feel good for too long.

Rising up, he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth, then goes to work on my other tit, slapping away at it until I’m just about to go over the edge between pleasure and pain before bringing me back down by caressing my nipple with his mouth.

“Not bad,” I say. “Not bad at all. But still I need more.”

“Don’t worry,” Chris says, spinning me around so my back is to him. “You’re gonna get it.”

He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. Then, holdings my wrists together against my back with one hand, he uses his free hand to pull off his belt.

“Let’s see how you like this,” he says as he wraps his belt around my wrists in an interlocking fashion and then tightens it, incapacitating my arms behind my back before spinning me around so I’m facing him again.

“I fucking love it,” I say, smiling widely.

Without warning, Chris grabs ahold of my throat and starts to squeeze, not so much that I can’t breathe, but not lightly either. With his other hand, he slaps my face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

After taking a moment to let me recover, Chris slaps me again. He’s squeezing my throat more tightly, making it extremely difficult to breathe. But still he doesn’t let up, slapping me again.

I can feel my face turning red as I try in vain to get air into my lungs. But still I don’t want him to stop, which is a good thing because it doesn’t appear that he has any intention of doing so.

He slaps me again. And again.

Chris is squeezing my throat with everything he has now, making it impossible for me to breathe. Even though the rational part of my brain knows that I’m not in any danger, my body rebels against the lack of air, my arms straining against their bonds, but I can’t break free.

With my hands bound behind my back there’s nothing I can do to stop Chris from exerting his will over me. I can only hope that he lets me breathe before it’s too late. He is no longer slapping my face, but he’s still pinching my throat with his fingers.

Staring directly at me, his face inches from mine, he carefully watches my eyes as I slip towards unconsciousness.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Chris says, his voice sounding tinny and far away to my ears.

I try to nod my head but I can’t move it.

The world starts to gray around the edges and now I can no longer hold my head upright. A couple seconds later the world goes black.

The next thing I know, everything around me is in ultra-bright colors as I gasp and cough, trying to get air into my lungs. My entire body is tingling from the sensation, from my head to my toes and everything in between. And my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been in my life, soaking my panties as though they’ve just been through the washing machine.

Chris takes advantage of my wetness, sliding my panties down my legs then slipping two fingers into my pussy.

I let out a loud gasp as he starts to bang away at my insides, not even bothering to take things slowly.

It isn’t long before he adds a third finger into the mix, then a fourth, jamming them into my soaking wet pussy and hammering away at my snatch without mercy while my body shakes and shimmies and I gasp for breath as an orgasm quickly builds inside me.

But Chris doesn’t stop there.

After destroying my pussy with four fingers for half a minute, he turns up the heat, again reaching out with his free hand and wrapping it around my throat.

Staring at me, his eyes locked onto mine, Chris chokes me while continuing to mercilessly hammer my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me now.

 The pleasure I’m feeling combined with my lack of air supply is intoxicating and it brings me to within inches of cumming again. Before I know it, I’m right on the edge, my body tight and tense, just waiting for the cue to release.

And then it comes, as Chris lets go off my throat but continues banging away at my pussy.

I let out a deep growl as an orgasm pours through my body, causing me to shake and shimmy and shoot a river of juices out of my pussy and all over the floor.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moan as my body starts to recover. “That was fucking incredible!”

But Chris isn’t satisfied. Without so much as even acknowledging my declarations of pleasure, he spins me around so I’m facing the wall then shoves me up against it. With my face and chest against the wall, Chris presses his body up against mine, his hard cock (which is still trapped in his pants) pushing up against my lower back.

“Is this what you want?” Chris says, his mouth right against my ear. “To be held up against the wall and fucked without mercy?”

“It’s exactly what I want,” I say.

“Yeah, I bet it is,” Chris says. “Because you’re a filthy fucking slut.”

“That’s right,” I say. “The filthiest.”

“Tell me you want my cock,” he says.

“I want it,” I said, my voice an exaggerated whine. “Please give it to me.”

“What do you want?” he asks, taunting me, playing with me.

“You know,” I say, playing coy.

“Tell me,” he says. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want your cock,” I say, rubbing my ass back against him. I can feel his cock pressing even harder against his jeans now. I can’t wait to feel it pounding away at me.

“Where do you want it?” Chris says.

“Inside of me.”

“Say it again. I want to hear it again.”

“I want your cock inside of me,” I say, my voice radiating need. “Please give it to me. Please.”

“Soon,” he says. “But not yet.”

And with that, Chris grabs a handful of my hair and uses it do lead me across the room towards the couch.

Once we’re there, he hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist and picks me up. After spinning me around, he drops me onto the couch. I’m upside down and backwards, my back resting on the cushions with my still-bound arms between them, my head hanging off the front of the couch, where the legs usually go, and my legs draped over the back, where the head usually is.

Once I’m in position, Chris pulls his pants off and drops to his knees. His cock is stiff as a board and resting on the underside of my chin. He grabs ahold of his shaft and smacks me with his cock a couple of times and then slides it into my mouth.

Chris proceeds to fuck my face, going full-bore right from the get-go, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. After a little while, he grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and hammers his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.

With my head hanging upside-down, there’s nothing I can do to stop the saliva from pouring out of my mouth. It’s dripping down my face, getting into my eyes and nose, coating my features, turning me into a disgusting, drooling, coughing mess.

But Chris doesn’t slow down one bit, pumping my mouth a few more times before slamming his cock into me balls-deep, forcing me to deepthroat him.

“That’s right,” Chris says. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock in your throat.”

His cock is deep inside my throat for a full five seconds before I start to gag and try to pull away. But Chris is having none of it. Leaning forward, he forces his cock even deeper inside my throat, something I didn’t think was possible.

“You wanted it rough,” he says. “So now you’re getting it.”

I gag again, a little more deeply this time, and my legs start banging against the back of the couch. I’m doing everything I can to squirm away but I simply don’t have any leverage at all in my current position and don’t make any progress.

Chris holds his cock in my throat for at least another five seconds before finally pulling off. Smiling, he stares down at me as I cough and gasp, searching for air.

“Was that too much?” he asks, letting his tough-guy façade slip for a moment.

“Hell no,” I reply, matching his grin. “I’m loving every minute of this.”

Laughing, Chris shakes his head. “You’re out of control.”

“Just keep it coming,” I say. “I can take more.”

“If you insist,” Chris says.

After getting back into character, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls my legs up further, so my head is lying atop the couch instead of hanging down. Once I’m in position, he steps forward and puts his knees on the couch and squats down, straddling my head so his ass right above my face and his balls are hovering over my mouth.

“Suck on my balls,” says, dropping them down onto my mouth.

“With pleasure,” I say, taking the whole package into my mouth, sucking on both of his balls at once.

Chris moans as I work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue moving around to keep him on his toes.

This goes on for a full minute before Chris is ready to move on. He rises up a bit, popping his balls from my mouth, then spits on my face and uses his cock to rub in the saliva in before smacking me with it a couple of times.

Then, without any further warning, drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.

I immediately go to work on his asshole, licking it up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Chris says. After a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, he says, “Stick your tongue out. I want to ride your fucking tongue.”

I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it out of my mouth.

“There you go,” Chris says, rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Don’t fucking move.”

Chris grinds on my face for a little bit, his asshole getting wider and wider with every pass, until finally it’s wide enough to accept the tip of my tongue inside it.

He moans softly and stops grinding. Reaching down, he spreads his ass cheeks, opening himself further up to me, then drops his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.

“Holy fucking shit,” Chris says. A few seconds later, he goes to work on my tits, smacking away at them while I continue tonguing his asshole. He’s trying to take his mind off of cumming by turning his attention to my tits, but I don’t think he’s having any success. From the way his body is tensed up, I think he’s right on the verge of cumming.

My suspicions are confirmed a short time later, when he suddenly jumps up off of my face, forcing my tongue out of his asshole. I watch with amusement as he grips his cock tightly but that doesn’t seem to be working, so he gives it a couple of good, hard smacks to calm it down.

“Did it work?” I ask, smiling at him from my upside down position.

“For the time being,” he says.

“It better have,” I say, messing with him just a bit. “Because I still need more from you.”

“Maybe you do,” he says. “But I’m not sure how much more I can give you. I’m ready to cum and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Then let’s take care of that,” I say.

“I’ll give it a shot,” Chris says. “But I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

“Don’t worry about the length of time,” I say. “Just worry about how hard and rough you can get. That’s what really matters to me at this point.”

Chris takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “If you insist.”

“I do, I do,” I say, grinning at him. “I want you to fuck me with everything you have. I want you to punish me. To break me in half.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Chris says. He takes a series of deep breaths and lets them out quickly, getting himself back into the right mindset. Once that’s done, he undoes his belt, releasing my arms from their trapped position behind my back, then spins me around on the couch and positions me so my knees are on the cushions and my arms are gripping the back of the couch and my ass is facing him.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” he asks, smacking my ass with an open palm.

“Fuck yes,” I reply. “I can’t wait.”

Chris slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek. He grabs me by the hips and pulls my body back a little bit and pushes my legs open further. Then he slides his cock into me.

We both let out simultaneous groans as he enters me, his cock filling up my soaking wet pussy. He immediately starts hammering away at me from behind, slamming his cock deep inside me, his hips bouncing up against my ass with serious force.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry. “Pound me with your fucking cock! Pound me with it!”

And pound me he does, his hands on my hips to pull me backwards as he thrusts forward, our flesh smacking together loud enough to fill the room with sounds of wetness.

“Give it to me, give it to me!” I cry. “Fuck that pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Punish it, fucking punish it!”

I tilt my head back, sending my hair spilling down my shoulders. Chris immediately grabs ahold of my hair and gives it a harsh tug, tilting my chin towards the ceiling.

“That’s right, that’s right,” I cry. “Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair!”

I can hear him grunting more loudly now as he approaches orgasm. But I still need more from him if I’m going to cum again before he does.

“Come on you little piece of shit!” I yell. “You can do better than this. Fuck me harder! I need it harder! Show me what you got!”

Chris lets out a deep growl starts fucking me with even more intensity, his body slamming into mine so hard that I can barely breath while he rears back and yanks on my hair, stretching my neck out and forcing me to arch my spine and tilt my chin higher towards the ceiling to relieve some of the pressure.

“That’s it,” I scream. “That’s it! But you can do it harder still! Come on, you can give it to me harder! Fuck me like you mean it goddammit! Fuck me harder!”

“Yeah?” Chris says between breathless grunts. “You want it harder?”

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

 Chris releases my hair and grabs me around and waist and lifts me up then drops me back down on the couch so I’m folded in half at the waist. Both my knees are still on the couch but now my head is down next to them, smashed in between the cushions where the backrest meets the seat.

Chris rises up higher, putting both feet on the couch for more leverage and altering the angle of his cock sliding into my pussy, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply. Towering over me now, he pushes on the back of my head, pressing my face deeper into the cushions while he continues to fuck me doggy style.

I’m grunting and groaning louder now, as Chris slams into me, fucking me with reckless abandon, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my screams of pleasure muffled by the couch cushions.

Hammering away at me like a madman, Chris holds me down while he fucks me. Even though my arms are no longer bound behind my back, my positioning on the couch leaves me completely helpless, with no control whatsoever, which heightens my pleasure to the fullest, eventually bringing yet another orgasm crashing down on me.

I’m too far gone right now even for words. The sounds coming from my mouth are of the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Chris fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the couch cushions as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful. 

But Chris still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, to my wants, to my needs. Which is just fine by me. That’s why I came to him tonight, after all, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And what a fine job he’s doing.

It isn’t long before Chris is ready to cum. He doesn’t say anything specific, but I can tell from the way he’s cursing under his breath and hammering away at my ass with more urgency than ever before that he was right there.

“Cum inside me, baby,” I say, turning my head just enough so I catch his eyes with my own. “I want to feel your sperm inside me.”

He grunts in assent and slams his cock into me a couple more times before he lets out one last curse, sharp and harsh, then his body releases as his orgasm overtakes him.

Chris holds his cock deep inside me as he shoots his load, filling up my insides with his hot sperm, shooting out what seems like gallons of it while he slowly moves against me, wringing out every last little bit from his cock.

Once he’s finally run dry, he backs off, letting his cock slip out of my pussy. He flops down onto the couch next to me, gasping deeply, trying to refill his lungs with air.

With his sperm still filling me up, I spin around on the couch, so I’m sitting properly, positioned right next to him.

As Chris watches, I slip two fingers into my pussy and start exploring around, loosening myself up while I wait for gravity to do it’s work. A few seconds later, the process begins, and I slide my fingers out of my pussy and cup my hand right beneath it.

“Want to see something nasty?” I say.

Smiling, Chris nods his head.

As he looks on, I squeeze my insides, forcing his cum to drip out of my pussy and into the palm of my hand. Once there’s a good portion in my palm, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick it clean.

Chris laughs under his breath and shakes his head in amazement as I tilt my head back and swallow his cum down.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking nasty.”

“You say that like you’re surprised,” I say.

“That’s because I am,” Chris replies. “Don’t get me wrong, I knew you loved to fuck, but I had no idea you were this depraved.”

“Hell, you haven’t seen nuthin’ yet,” I say. “This was a 6, maybe a 7 on a scale of 10.”

“So it gets even nastier than this?”

“Oh yeah,” I say. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll experience it first hand.”

“I can’t wait,” Chris says.

“Well, how long you have to wait is up to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?” I ask. “How long until you’re ready to go again?”

“Tonight?” he says.

“Sure,” I reply. “Why not? Can’t you go twice in one night?”

“Hell, I can go more than twice.”

“Prove it,” I say.

“I will,” he replies, smiling. “Just give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I say. “As long as you promise to be ready to turn it up a notch.”

“I do,” he says. “I absolutely do.”

“Good,” I say, standing up and taking his hand and heading towards the bathroom. “Then lets get ourselves cleaned up so we can get all dirty again.”

He’s got a huge smile on his face as he follows me into the bathroom. I start the shower and we climb in and it isn’t long before we’re going at it again.

Just another day in the life of a dirty slut.

 

#####

 

PASSING THE TEST


 

I was sitting at the end of the bar, minding my own business and enjoying the scenery, when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was vastly different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that seemed to populate the bars out here in SoCal. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.

We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.

It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.

As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.

She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.

As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.

Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.

It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.

“How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.

“Not bad,” I replied.

“You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.

“Sure,” I said.

She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.

“Hey Vicki,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Vicki. And from the way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.

“Hey Frank,” Vicki replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.

“A Killian’s for me too,” I said.

“Just put it on my tab,” Vicki said to Frank.

“You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Vicki and one in front of me then disappeared once again.

“Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.

“No problem,” Vicki replied.

“I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”

“Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.

“And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.

“If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.

I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.

“Was I correct in my assumption?” Vicki asked once she’d set her drink down.

“You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”

A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.

“But I have to warn you,” Vicki said. “You may want to think a little more carefully before you commit to anything.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, suddenly cautious. “And why is that?”

“Because I’m a bit of a control freak,” she said. “I like to be in charge, to take the lead and run the show, doing whatever I want along the way.”

 I let out a relieved little laugh. “That’s it? I thought you were going to say you were really a man or something.”

“Nope,” Vicki said. “I just like to get that part out of the way up front. Most men don’t deal with it very well.”

“Actually, I don’t mind that sort of thing. I kind of enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that about you,” Vicki said. “You look like you’re not afraid to get a little freaky in the sack.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep,” she said. “That’s why I headed over here in the first place. I’m an expert at reading people. Of course, just because I could tell you were into that sort of thing doesn’t mean that you can actually handle a night with me.”

I laughed softly.

“You think differently?” Vicki asked.

“Let’s just say I haven’t come across much that I can’t handle,” I said.

“Is that right?”

I nodded.

“Fair enough,” Vicki said, a knowing little smirk worming onto her face. “But I have to warn you, most of the men I approach like this same the same thing. They all think they can handle me. Every single one of them. But it’s rare I find one that actually can without complaint. Especially with what I dish out.”

“It’s that intense, huh?”

Smiling, Vicki nodded vigorously.

I smiled back. “Then it sounds like it would be fun.”

“So you’re game?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “On one condition.”

The look Vicki shot me was more intrigued than skeptical. “What’s that?”

“If I can handle whatever you can dish out tonight, then I earn another night with you. Where we find out if you can handle what I can dish out.”

“Sounds fair enough to me,” Vicki said.

“So you like to receive as much as you like to give?” I asked.

“Not as much,” she said, smiling. “But pretty close.”

“Same here,” I said.

“Then it appears we have come to an agreement,” Vicki said.

“It does indeed.”

Vicki pounded the rest of her beer and rose to her feet. “Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s just a couple blocks away.”

I too finished my beer and set the glass down. “No problem at all.”

She grabbed my hand and gruffly pulled me off the stool. “Then let’s go.”

 

#

 

Five minutes later we arrived at Vicki’s place. She unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in, stopped just inside, and looked around. It was a nice place, if a little plain. Comfortable but more functional than anything else.

Vicki closed the door behind us. I turned around to face her and found that she was already on her knees, right there in the hallway, looking up at me with focused intent.

“Oh,” I said as she reached out and started undoing my belt. “Okay then.” I knew she’d said she liked being in charge, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting. Not that I minded.

It took her less than five seconds to have my belt unbuckled, my zipper down, my button undone and my pants and boxers down around my ankles. My cock was sticking straight out, already fully hard. It wasn’t enormous but it was pretty good sized; most girls found it to be a little too big for their tastes but I didn’t think Vicki would have that issue.

“It’s hard already, huh?” she said, staring right at it, obviously impressed.

“It always is,” I replied.

“Always?”

“Pretty much.”

“Well, that certainly makes things easy,” Vicki said. “And it’s just the right size too.”

“It isn’t too big for you?” I said, mostly just taunting her.

She scoffed. “Please.”

“Yeah, I kind of thought you’d be able to handle it,” I said.

“With ease,” she replied. And with that, she immediately went to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other worked my balls. She popped the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in tandem as her mouth dropped further and further down my cock, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so I could get a better view of what was happening.

“You like to see what’s going on, do you?” Vicki said, popping my cock out of her mouth for a moment.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” she continued, jerking me off all the while. “Because I do too. Bright and clear, everything out in the open, no shame whatsoever.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I said.


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