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PUMMELED INTO OBLIVION

8 TALES OF EXTRME SEX

Ashley Embers

Copyright 2019 by Ashley Embers

EROTIC FILTH PUBLICATIONS

DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ANAL PLEASURE

BANGING THE NEIGHBOR

NAUGHTY THREESOME

HIGH CLASS SLUT

RELUCTANT SUBMISSION

THE HUNK DOWN THE HALL

SUBMISSIVE LITTLE SLAVE

SUITE LOVIN’

 

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ANAL PLEASURE

 

There’s an impression out in the world that older woman are not only more experienced in bed, but nastier, willing and able to do all sorts of things that most younger woman are unable or unwilling to do. Well, I don’t know for sure if that’s true in all cases, it certainly is in mine.

I’m a 5’10” and 145 pound, 32-year old MILF, with a full-figured, strong but fit body honed by two hours in the gym every day. I’ve got a big but firm ass, wide hips, powerful legs and huge tits which fit my body perfectly, not to mention my attitude.

Men—or boys, as I call most of them, no matter what their age—are a strange lot. Give them a girl with small breasts and they’ll run all over her. But stick some massive tits in their face and they wilt like the insecure little children they all are deep down inside.

Which isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy the company of a good, strong man, because I do. More than the boys that I usually come across, in fact. It’s just that a good man is hard to find these days, especially if you have any standards at all.

But even the strong men need to get knocked down a notch, especially if they don’t generally get to experience that thrill. Which is why they’re so much fun to run roughshod over; they’re more of a challenge. You can grab any poor sap off the street and force him to do your bidding—especially with the way I look—but to take a captain of industry type, a man used to having things done his way, used to being in charge, used to bossing people around, and shove that shit right back into his face? Now that’s F-U-N, fun.

Take Randy, for example.  I met him in a hotel bar by the convention center. He was there for some business conference, and he looked the part of a man in charge. Early forties, expensive suit, perfect hair, well-groomed.

But like all men he was a slave to his cock, and once he got a good look at my tits (which were spilling out of my shirt) it didn’t take more than ten minutes of convincing to get him up to his room.

So there he was, sitting on the couch, still fully clothed, when I came walking out of the bathroom wearing only my bra and panties and four-inch fuck-me pumps, having left my little black dress behind.

“Are you ready to get started?” I asked.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” I said, spinning in place, giving him a good look of what I had to offer. And it was a lot. Although I was in great shape, I wasn’t a small girl by any means. “There are many men who can’t.”

“I can handle it,” Randy said.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, walking towards him until I was right above him, standing over him, looking down at him. “We’ll just see.”

And with that, I spread his legs and stepped forward between them until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. I leaned over as if to kiss him but instead of touching his lips, I stopped a few inches away. He leaned forward to make the connection but I flashed him a wry smile and shook my head and pulled my head away from him.

Standing tall again, I slipped out of my bra, freeing up my tits. They were real and enormous, by far my best feature, almost as large as Randy’s head and still perky as hell.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said softly.

“You like my babies, huh?” I asked. Of course he did. All men did. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like to hear them say it.

“I love them,” he said. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Why thank you,” I said. “If you’re a good boy, you may even get to play with them a bit. Would you like that?”

Randy nodded his head like a young boy at Christmas.

Smiling wickedly, I ran my hands up the side of my body, starting at the waist and ending at my tits. Pushing on the outside of them, squeezing my tits together, I stared at Randy, who was still focused solely on at my tits. After giving him a good look at them, I turned around so my fat ass was facing towards him, then sat down on his waist.

Moving in slow circular patterns, I grinded on Randy’s cock, which was trapped under his pants but already rock hard. I leaned back until my body was resting on his chest and my head was lying on his shoulder while my ass still moved against him.

He touched the side of my leg just below my hip but I grabbed ahold of his arm and pushed it away. Looking back at him over my shoulder, I shook my head.

“No, no, no,” I said. “You just keep your hands to yourself for now, mister. Understand?”

Randy nodded his head and let his arms fall to the side.

“That’s better,” I said. I put my hands on his knees for balance and bounced on his groin for half a minute before standing up and turning around to face him.

Bending over at the waist, I leaned in towards Randy and stuck my tits in his face. I grabbed ahold of his head and jammed it into my chest, holding it there, smothering him against my tits while I climbed atop him, straddling his waist.

“There you go,” I said, pulling him into my flesh. “Bury your face in there. Take it like a man.”

Twenty seconds later I relaxed my grip. Randy’s head snapped back and he took a few moments to catch his breath. While he refilled his lungs with air, I leaned back and undid his belt. I slipped it off his waist and wrapped it around his neck, pulling the end through the buckle. I tightened it against his skin but didn’t latch it.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just taking a little control,” I said, smiling at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

He shook his head but it seemed a little reluctant. Not that I cared. I was going to do it no matter how he felt about it.

“Thanks, baby,” I said, just to make him feel like he had a say in it.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips before pulling back. With my hand still gripping the end of the belt, I leaned back, tightening the buckle, pulling the strap taut and flush against Randy’s skin. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, choking him, before leaning forward, removing the pressure against his neck.

As Randy’s breath came back to him, a wide smile spread over his features.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Actually, I did,” he said.

“That surprises you?”

“A little bit,” he admitted. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please,” Randy said.

“Gladly,” I replied.

I leaned back again, further this time, pulling on the belt as I did so. It again tightened against his neck, a bit more snugly this time.

As he stared at me with excited eyes, his face starting to turn pink, I grinded against his trapped cock, riding it with my pussy while continuing to hold the belt tight.

Randy’s face turned more and more red as I grinded harder against him and held the belt tight, choking him with it. The look on his face was intense and ultra-excited, even as it went from red to pale. His lips were slighted parted and his breathing was shallow and swift as he searched for air.

My pussy was dripping, leaving marks in his pants as I grinded away, excited by my dominance over him as much as his cock rubbing against my pussy.

It wasn’t until his eyes started to glaze over that I leaned forward, releasing the pressure on his neck and allowing him to breathe.

Randy did so in gasping lurches, his chest heaving and the color pouring back into his face. Smiling widely, he shivered with excitement.

“Wow, you really got into that, didn’t you?” I said.

He nodded vigorously. He looked too excited to speak.

“Maybe a little too much,” I said, laughing softly. “Let’s go back something a little less dangerous, shall we?”

Without waiting for an answer, I released the belt from his neck and leaned forward and guided one of my tits into his mouth.

“There you go,” I said. “Work that fucking nipple until it’s hard.”

Staring up at me, Randy did as I had asked, licking and sucking and biting down on my nipple until it was hard. I popped that tit out of his mouth and turned my body slightly, giving him the other one. He gave it the same treatment.

Once that nipple was as hard as the other one, I backed off.

“You did well,” I said. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor. Would you like that?”

“Very much,” Randy said.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” I said.

Dropping to the floor, I undid Randy’s zipper and slipped his cock out between the newly created hole. Leaving his pants on for the time being, I grabbed ahold of his hard cock, my hand gripping the base of his shaft. I gave the tip a single lick while staring up at Randy.

He shivered. I laughed. Then I dropped down a little further and ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, starting at his balls and ending the tip. I slapped his cock against my tongue a couple of times and then started to blow him proper, wrapping my lips around his cock and dropping my head down on it.

I sucked Randy’s cock like a pro, my mouth and hand working together, getting his cock nice and slippery while maintaining eye contact the whole time. After a minute or two, I released his cock with my hand but continued working it with my mouth, taking it all the way down and holding it in my throat for a couple of seconds before gagging and pulling off.

“My god you’re good at that,” Randy said, smiling down at me.

“You like that?” I asked after taking a few seconds to recover.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

“Then I have a feeling you’ll like this too,” I said.

I sat up a little bit taller, so my massive tits were right in front of his cock, which was still wet and slippery from blowing him. I grabbed ahold of his cock and let saliva drip onto it from my mouth then slid it in between my tits. Gripping the outside of my tits, I squeezed his cock in between them, then started bouncing up and down on it, titty-fucking him.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said, laughing under his breath. “That’s amazing.”

“You like that too, do you?” I said while continuing to bounce my tits up and down on his cock.

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Of course you do,” I said. “I have the perfect tits for fucking.”

“That’s for sure,” Randy said, smiling widely.

“Just wait,” I said. “It gets even better.”

And with that, I increased the intensity, smashing my tits on his groin before coming back up. My tits were so big that they were engulfing his cock. Only the tip was visible and only for a moment when I was at the absolute lowest point.

I titty-fucked Randy for more than two full minutes before he let out a groan and pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits. He had a strained look on his face and was grasping his cock tightly in his hand.

“It felt too good, huh?” I asked, smiling wickedly up at him.

“It sure did,” he said. “Another few seconds and I would have cum.”

“Well, we don’t want that,” I said. “Not yet, at least.”

“No we don’t,” he replied.

“What about something else?” I asked. “Do we have to take a break from everything? Or just titty-fucking?”

“Just titty-fucking,” Randy said.

“Good,” I replied. “Then stand up.”

He did so.

“Now take off all your clothes,” I said.

Randy did that too.

“Perfect,” I said, scooting forward until my head was right underneath his cock. “Now just relax and try not to enjoy this too much.”

“I’ll do what I can,” he said as I grabbed ahold of his cock and started jerking him off while my mouth went to work on his balls. I licked his sack and then took his balls in my mouth, sucking on one of them for a little bit before switching over to the other while he moaned and groaned above me.

It wasn’t long before I was blowing him again, my head moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. He started to get into it too, thrusting his hips forward and back, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth with every pump, giving me an idea.

“Do me a favor,” I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment.

“Anything,” he replied.

“Take control. Do what you want to me.”

“Gladly,” Randy said, smiling wider.

So he took more control, pulling back, forcing his cock from my mouth then grabbing ahold of it and slapping the head of it against my cheek a couple times. Gripping a handful of my hair, he turned my head sideways and slid his cock into my mouth, pushing it in until the tip was pressing against the inside of my cheek hard enough to force it to stick out, making me look like a squirrel storing a nut. He smacked my cheek with his hand a couple of times before sliding his cock back out.

Still grasping my hair, he shifted my head until I was facing him straight on. Then he slipped his cock into my mouth once again. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, Randy continued pressing his hips forward, forcing me to deepthroat him. Once his entire cock has disappeared into my mouth, he held my head in place, my nose pushing up against his abdomen, my chin smashed up against his ballsack. He held me there until I started to gag and cough before letting me go.

After I’d caught my breath, Randy helped my to my feet and led me back to the couch. He sat down while I slipped out of my panties. Then I climbed onto the couch next to him, turning sideways so both my knees were on the couch and my head was right above his groin.

Sitting perpendicular to him, my ass sticking up in the air just to his right, I dropped down and took his cock in my mouth. He reached over and slapped my ass, then ran his hand around and slid two fingers into my wet pussy.

While I sucked Randy’s cock, he banged away at my pussy. Groaning, I attacked his cock with more aggression, bouncing my head up and down, matching his intensity.

We continued working each other faster and faster until both were ready to blow. At that point, Randy pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I lifted my head off his cock.

“Enough messing around,” Randy said. “It’s time to get to fucking.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said.

I climbed to my feet and put my feet on the floor in between Randy’s spread legs, my ass facing him. Then I squatted down, guiding my pussy onto his cock, which was sticking straight up into the air, rock hard. Once his cock was inside of me, I didn’t waste any time, bouncing up and down on him quickly, giving him my entire weight at the bottom of every thrust.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, turning my upper body to look back at him. “Do you like it when I bounce on your cock?”

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Do you want me to do it harder?”

Randy nodded enthusiastically.

So I gave Randy what he wanted, impaling myself on his cock, hammering away at him without mercy. Repaying me for my aggression, Randy slapped my ass repeatedly, but that only served to fuel my intensity.

As I slammed myself down onto him even harder, Randy slid his hand up to one of my huge tits and started smacking away at it. This didn’t slow me down either, however. If anything, it sped me up, turning me on so much that I bounced atop him harder than ever before.

A short time later, Randy grabbed ahold of my arms and yanked them backwards, locking my elbows out and pinning my arms together at the wrist.

With my arms trapped behind me, I was forced to slows things down. Randy pushed up on my wrists, putting more pressure on my elbows, forcing my to lean forward. I stopped bouncing on his cock but continued grinding against it, my ass moving forward and back, shifting the angle of his cock constantly.

A few seconds later, Randy released my arms but grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked down, lifting my chin to the ceiling and arching my spine backwards.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moaned. Pulling my hair always excited the hell out of, and as wound up as I already was, it put me over the top. I gasped in pleasure and stopped moving against him as a harsh orgasm ripped through me. After it passed, I just sat atop him for a couple of seconds, his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

“I take it you like getting your hair pulled?” Randy said.

“Fuck yes,” I replied, still recovering.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Randy said. He released my hair and lifted myself off of him.

I turned around and bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth and sucked my pussy juices off of it.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” I said.

Randy laughed and shook his head. “And I love how filthy you are,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows a couple times in succession, then climbed back onto the couch and straddled him, cowgirl-style. Leaning forward, I stuck my tits in his face. Randy latched on to one of them with his mouth while I guided his cock into my pussy. Once it was inside me again, I started bouncing on his cock, moving more slowly than before so he could continue sucking on my tits without any problem.

After I’d bounced atop his cock for a bit, Randy grabbed ahold my hips, holding me in place while he lifted his hips up and down repeatedly, slamming his cock deep inside of my pussy.

With my hands free to do other things, I took advantage, sticking my middle finger in my mouth to get it lubed up, then reaching back and sliding it in my asshole.

“Holy shit,” I said as I slid my finger in and out of my asshole while Randy continued hammering away at my pussy. He was groaning and his breath was ragged and his face screwed up with intense effort. Seeing him so into it got me off again, brought me right to the edge of orgasm.

I hammered down into Randy one final time and held my body there, his cock planted deep in my pussy, my finger knuckle-deep in my asshole. My eyes were turned up to the ceiling as my body tensed for a moment. I bit down on my bottom lip, my face screwed tight, holding my breath for a moment before I let it out with a burst and a low guttural moan. My body quivered for a moment as another orgasm slammed through me.

Still sitting on his cock, I pulled my finger from my asshole and stuck it in my mouth. Looking down on Randy, our eyes locked together, I sucked my ass juices off my finger until it was clean.

“Do you like watching me suck my ass juices off my finger?” I asked.

Randy nodded. “It turns me on.”

“Yeah?” I said. “You like assholes, do you?”

“Very much so,” he said.

“Do you want to taste mine?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay,” I said. “But first you need to work my pussy with your tongue for a bit.”

“I’d love to,” he said.

I climbed off of Randy and laid down on the couch next to him, lying lengthwise, my pussy right in front of him. Smiling widely, Randy turned to face me, grabbed my legs and spread them wide. Then he dropped his head down and buried his face in my pussy.

Randy went to town, licking my snatch enthusiastically, flicking his tongue all around, then sliding it deep into me.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Just like that. Bury that tongue in my pretty pussy. Eat my snatch like you mean it.”

And he did, pushing his face harder against me, jamming his tongue deeper inside me. I decided to help him out, so I reached down, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

I held them there, smothering him with my flesh while he continued to explore my insides with his tongue. After half a minute, I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath, I threw my legs back and hooked my arms underneath them to keep them in place, opened wide to him.

Now you can taste my asshole,” I said, giving him a nasty look.

“My pleasure,” he replied.

After a couple of deep breaths,  Randy dove back in. He did as he was told, going straight for my asshole. With his hands on my ass cheeks, holding them wide, he ran  his tongue around my anus in circles, getting it nice and wet with his saliva. While I groaned in pleasure, he slipped the tip of his tongue into my asshole. Keeping it rigid, he slid his tongue in and out of my asshole, forcing it deeper and deeper, opening me up wider with every pass.

I closed my eyes and looked up towards the ceiling and moaned in pleasure, loving every second of it as Randy worked my asshole with his tongue. But I needed more. Luckily, he gave it to me.

Now that my asshole was opened up, Randy replaced his tongue with two fingers. They slid in a little way, but my asshole was still a little too tight. So I started rubbing my clit, which relaxed me even more and opened my asshole up wider, allowing Randy to slide his fingers nearly all the way inside my asshole without much resistance at all.

“That’s it, that’s it,” I said. “Fuck my asshole with those fingers. Get me all nice and warmed up and ready for your cock.”

Randy did just that, working his fingers in and out of my asshole, moving them slowly but surely, spitting on them occasionally to keep everything nice and wet. Eventually he slid his fingers all the way inside my asshole until they disappeared completely. Holding them there, deep in my asshole, he explored my insides with his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried in joy, completely getting off on his fingers deep in my asshole. And then he turned things up a notch, getting me even more excited.

With his free hand Randy slapped my ass a couple of times, then once again started licking my pussy. Working my asshole with his fingers and my pussy with his tongue, Randy took me to new heights, my legs quivering, my body shucking and jiving as I unleashed a string of obscenities.

My body tensed up for a moment, then released in a vast, extreme shudder that lasted a full five seconds, drenching his face with my juices as I came for the third time.

“Enough, enough, enough!” I said once my orgasm had passed. “It’s time to fuck my asshole with that big cock of yours.”

Smiling ruefully, Randy yanked his fingers out of my asshole and pulled his tongue out of my pussy and stood up. While I continued holding my legs back, he wasted no time in sliding his rock-hard cock into my pretty little asshole.

My breath caught in my throat as Randy entered me. His cock barely fit in my asshole, forcing him to take things slow, giving me his cock centimeter by centimeter, barely moving against me.

Leaning forward just a bit, he slid the fingers that were in my pussy into my mouth. Once I’d sucked them dry, he switched hands, giving my the fingers that were in my ass. These he pushed deep into my mouth, causing my to gag and cough.

Hearing me struggle with his fingers must have given him an idea, as shortly afterwards, he slipped his cock out of my pussy and climbed up onto the couch. Standing above me with his feet on the seat cushions, pinning my legs back by my head, he slid his cock into my mouth.

Holding my head against the back of the couch with his hands, Randy face-fucked me, slamming his entire cock into my mouth in fast, deep strokes, jamming it deep into my throat, the look on his face one of pure joy and pleasure.

Randy slammed his cock into my mouth a few more times then held it there, his cock planted deep in my throat. I deepthroated him for almost fifteen seconds before gagging, and once I did, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him. “Do with me whatever you please.”

A wry smile flashed over Randy’s lips. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I intend to.”

Still holding my ankles, Randy pushed my legs further back, tilting my body backwards, lifting my ass further up off the couch, then shifted his hips until the tip of his cock was touching my asshole.

I could see him struggle with his positioning, so I grabbed ahold of his cock, gripping the base to keep it in place, allowing him to slide it into my asshole without using his hands, which he did. A deep, animalistic sound escaped from my mouth as his cock slowly made its way into my asshole.

The pleasure was so great I could no longer even form words. I just moaned and groaned and yelped and screamed and tried to urge him on as much as possible.

Randy worked his cock halfway in before letting up on the pressure, sliding it back a bit before moving forward again. He continued giving my only half of his cock at a time, taking things slowly, giving my a chance to loosen up.

I ran my hand down my stomach and slipped two fingers into my pussy to help things along. I started rubbing furiously at my clit while Randy continued to jam his cock deeper into my ass.

The attention I was paying to my pussy helped me relax and opened my asshole up further to accept even more of his cock.

Randy took advantage, planting it three quarters of the way inside me before pulling back. I started hammering away at my pussy with more aggression, which relaxed my asshole even more.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him, able to find words once again. “Force your fucking cock in there. I can take it.”

Randy did as I’d asked, forcing his cock all the way inside my asshole, giving it to my balls-deep. After holding it there for a few seconds, my asshole loosened up and Randy started increasing the speed, pumping my ass without limitations.

 “That’s it, that’s it!” I screamed. “Fuck my tight little asshole. Pound me with that huge cock of yours!”

Randy did, giving me his entire cock from tip to base, fucking me with a good pace but not really laying into me yet. I pulled my fingers out of my pussy and brought them to my mouth. Then I sucked them dry, looking directly at him while I did so. But I wanted to taste something more than just my pussy.

“Pull that fat cock out of my asshole and stick it in my mouth,” I said. “I want to taste my asshole. I want to suck my ass juices off your cock.”

His smile widening, Randy pumped my ass a couple more times before sliding his cock out of my asshole and climbing up the couch until his cock was right in front of my face. I opened my mouth to accept Randy’s cock and he slid it in, holding his body relatively still while I licked his cock clean of my ass juices.

Once that was done, I took his cock further into my mouth, deepthroating him yet again, this time on my own.

A good ten seconds later I pulled off. Randy’s cock was glistening with my saliva as he climbed back down off couch.

I hooked my arms around my legs and rolled back on the couch until all my weight was on my shoulders and my ass was sticking up in the air. Bending down, Randy grabbed ahold of my ass cheeks and spread them wide and slid his tongue into my asshole, pushing it in as far as it would go.

As I moaned and shimmied beneath him, Randy bounced his face up and down, forcing his tongue further and further into my asshole. I grabbed ahold of one of my tits and stuck the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it while squeezing the other one with my fingers.

Randy slapped me on the ass with both hands, hard enough to make me flinch, and pulled his tongue out of my asshole. He slipped his fingers into it again, this time giving me three of them to loosen me up even further. After slamming all three fingers deep into my asshole a few times, he was ready to head into the final stretch.

Randy put one foot up on the couch, grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into my asshole. He then put his other foot onto the couch, giving him a better angle to pound my asshole. Leaning forward he grabbed on to the back of the couch and used it for leverage as he slammed his cock in and out of my asshole.

As I moaned repeatedly beneath him, Randy pummeled my ass, giving my his entire weight at the bottom end of every thrust, eliciting a heavy grunt from me every time.

“Fuck me like you’re trying to break me in half!” I screamed, trying to help him achieve orgasm. “Punish my asshole! Punish it!”

Randy hammered away at me, his balls slapping up against my ass, my body being driven further into the couch. I was screaming loudly now, my expression undoubtedly reflecting the perfect combination of discomfort and pleasure that I was feeling as he fucked my ass.

Randy must have been feeling that perfect combination too, as he pounded me a couple more times before his body tensed up for a moment and his cock released his sperm deep in my ass. Even as he came, Randy continued fucking me, forcing every last bit of his cum from his cock before lifting his body up off of me and letting his cock slide out of my asshole.

Feeling particularly nasty, I decided to blow Randy’s mind. I rolled off my back and squatted on the couch. With my ass right above the leather cushions, I waited for his cum to drip out of my asshole.

Ten seconds later, a couple drops fell onto the couch cushion. Now that the seal had been broken, I decided to help matters along. I slid two fingers into my ass and worked them around in little circles with trying to push it out with my abdominal muscles. Ten seconds later, it worked, as a stream of white sperm drained out my asshole, creating a little reservoir on the couch.

Once my asshole was completely empty of Randy’s cum, I bent over until my mouth was directly above the pool of white sperm, mere centimeters away. Then I stuck my tongue out and licked up the sperm, using my fingers to help get all of it into my mouth.

After I had all of Randy’s cum in my mouth, I tilted my head back so my eyes were facing the ceiling and swallowed his cum that had just been in my asshole mere seconds before. Looking over at Randy’s shocked face, I gave him a wink.

He laughed softly and shook his head. I’d blown his mind, which was my intent all along. Ahh, I loved my life.

 

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BANGING THE NEIGHBOR


 

It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Scott Thompson saw Whitney’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. He was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from his living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of him and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by his feet. All around him were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.

He lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as he watched Whitney’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. She climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to his patio.

Whitney was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. He noticed right away that she was walking with more urgency than usual, as though she was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

As she got closer, he could see that her hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. She was pissed off, all right. That was certain. He found himself wondering what had happened but knew he wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since he’d moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into her personal life as she passed by his patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, he didn’t know if she even knew his name.

But, as it turned out, she did know it. And not only that, but she made the first move, even though he didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in his direction as she approached the entrance to his left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.

“You’re Scott, right?”

He nodded, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m Whitney.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Whitney’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that he knew who she was. “You got any more of those smokes?” she said.

“About half a pack,” Scott replied.

“You mind if I join you for a couple?”

“Not at all,” he said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through his system.

“Cool,” Whitney said, climbing through the bushes towards his patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”

She made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of his little patio table. Scott shook a cigarette out and handed it to her. He flicked his lighter open, lit her cigarette and then his own. Then he grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered her one.

“Thanks,” she said.

“My pleasure,” Scott replied.

Whitney took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. She leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Scott didn’t want to stare at her but found it exceedingly difficult not to. She was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way she held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.

Scott’s dick was getting hard just from looking at her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, trying to steer his mind out of the gutter.

“I don’t,” she said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”

“I take it tonight is one of those nights?”

“It certainly is.”

“Guy trouble?”

“Something like that.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Fair enough.”

Whitney took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”

“It’s just not my thing,” Scott said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next guy, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Whitney said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” She finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”

Scott nearly spit his beer all over the table.

“Oh, did that get your attention?” Whitney said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Maybe just a little,” Scott said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

Whitney’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”

“About what?” Scott replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, he barely even knew her.

“About coming back to my place,” she said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”

Containing his excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Scott said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”

“It does,” Whitney said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”

 

#

 

Five minutes later they were in Whitney’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.

“I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jack,” Whitney said, extending her hand towards the bottle.

Scott nodded towards it. “Hello there, Jack.”

“Have you two met before?”

“Once or twice,” Scott said.

“Jack’s one of my best friends,” Whitney said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into heavier stuff, but not me. Not often, at least. I prefer my good friend Jack. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” She held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that right, Jack?”

Scott eyed her wearily, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. And whether or not it was too late to get himself out of it. Or if he even wanted to. He’d been with his share of women over the years, but they’d mostly been traditional hook-ups; co-workers, friends of a friend, the occasional drunken one-night stand, that sort of thing. Nothing like this had never happened to him before, not even close. And while he wasn’t opposed to it, he certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.

But before he could settle on a course of action, Whitney took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Scott grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.

“Bottoms up,” Whitney said, effortlessly shooting the Jack.

Scott did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.

Whitney laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.

“Yeah.”

“You sure? It didn’t look like Jack treated you all that nicely.”

“I’ll be fine,” Scott said. And to prove it, he grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.

“Not bad,” Whitney said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Her eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Scott wasn’t sure if the butterflies in his stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.

Oh well, he thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.

 

#

 

Six shots later and Scott was starting to feel the effects of the Jack. Nothing too serious yet, but he knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes he would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.

Whitney was feeling it too. He could see it in her eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards him and clamped them onto his. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.

Just go with the flow, he told himself. And he did, following Whitney’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. He was just starting to wonder if he should take the lead into the next phase when Whitney pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Jack, and took a swig straight from the bottle.

“So what do you say, Scott? Do you think you can give me what I need?” she said, handing the bottle over to him.

“That depends on what it is.”

“I need to get fucked.”

Scott took a drink. “I think I can help you out with that.”

“You think you can?” she said. “Or you can.”

“I can.”

“I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that,” Whitney said. “I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Can you handle that?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”

Scott took another swig of the Jack, then said, “Positive.” And he almost believed it.

Smiling, Whitney said, “Great. Then hold on tight.” She grabbed the bottle out of Scott’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” Scott said. “Wait a second—”

“It’s too late now,” Whitney said as she yanked his jeans open and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees without any hint of gentleness. Scott’s cock was already hard; it had been since they’d started screwing around. “I tried to warn you,” she said. “Now it’s too late.”

Scott started to say something but Whitney wrapped her lips around his cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, shutting him up instantly except for the soft, wordless sigh that came from his mouth.

Whitney held her position—deepthroating Scott’s cock, hands gripping his ass, nose touching his stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of her hands went to the base of his shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped his balls. She spit on his cock and started aggressively jerking him off.

Looking up at him, she said “You like that? You like it when I take your cock down my throat? When I swallow the whole fucking thing?”

Scott nodded, afraid of what his voice would sound like if he tried to talk. But Whitney was having none of that. She knew she wanted, and she was going to get it.

“Say it,” Whitney said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”

Scott wasn’t sure when she’d flipped from a relatively normal girl to a dirty-talking slut, but it was freaking him out a little bit. He’d had his fair share of sex over the years, but nothing like this. Not even close. It was disturbing. Not disturbing enough to actually try and stop the proceedings, but disturbing nonetheless.

“I love it,” he said.

“Say it like you mean it,” Whitney snapped.

“I love it,” Scott said, more forcefully this time.

“Damn right you do,” Whitney shot back, her hand still working his cock, her eyes still locked on his. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you? You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

Scott nodded without thinking.

“Say it,” she said again, more impatiently this time.

“Yes,” Scott replied.

“Tell me what you want,” Whitney said.

Scott was buzzing pretty hard from the Jack Daniels but not quite hard enough to completely get over his discomfort. So he reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though he knew it wouldn’t effect him immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes he’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of his mouth gave him enough courage to say the words.

“I want you to deepthroat me,” he said. But apparently it wasn’t forceful enough for Whitney.

“Not very convincing,” she said.

Scott took another swig of Jack. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”

“Close,” she said, the psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corner of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”

Fuck it, Scott thought. No reason to hold back now.

One more swig of Jack, then, “Choke on my cock you fucking slut.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Whitney said, smiling like a demon.

She slapped his cock against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing him, her lips moving up and down his shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, choking noises coming from her mouth as she took his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then her hands were again gripping his ass cheeks and his cock had again completely disappeared.

“Ho-ly shit,” Scott said as Whitney held his cock in her throat for what felt like an eternity.

Her tongue flicked out and licked his balls and her eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off his cock.

Whitney took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on his cock and started jerking it some more. Copious amounts of saliva covered Scott’s cock, making it slippery as hell.

She shifted positions, sliding her body further beneath his, until he was practically straddling her face. She held his cock against his stomach with one hand while cupping his sack with her other, trapping them in a tight, little pouch. She then proceeded to go to work on his balls, licking, sucking, gargling them, one, then the other, and finally both together.

The pressure was practically unbearable. Scott’s legs were jelly, forcing him to grab ahold of the counter top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.

And then, right when Scott thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Whitney was climbing to her feet. She put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out towards him, taunting Scott with its perfection. She reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string, which she promptly wiggled out of. As Scott watched, transfixed, it dropped to the floor. Whitney stepped out of it, her heels clicking on the hard kitchen tiles.

“Well?” she said, her head turned to look back at him. “What are you waiting for? Time to return the favor.”

Smiling, Scott sat on the floor, grabbed one of Whitney’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried his face in between them.

“That’s right,” she said, pushing back against him and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury your face in my pussy.”

Scott went to work on Whitney’s pussy, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running his tongue up and down her snatch, sucking on her pussy lips, sticking his rigid tongue inside her. She started to ride his tongue, lightly at first but then picking up more speed, her moans growing louder with every bounce.

Reaching back, Whitney grabbed a handful of Scott’s hair and pulled his face deeper into her, practically smothering him, forcing him to breath her into his lungs. He did so with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with desire as her wet, musky sweetness intoxicated him further.

Then she was pulling his hair, lifting him up from the ground.

“I need you inside me,” she said, looking back at Scott while she rubbed her ass against his rock-hard cock. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

Wasting no time, Scott did as he was told, his cock sliding into Whitney’s soaking wet pussy with no resistance whatsoever. The moment he got it inside she slammed her ass back into him, causing him to lose his balance and nearly knocking him off his feet.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” he said, grabbing her around the hips and leaning forward to better balance himself against her thrusts.

“You’re damn right,” Whitney said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”

She slammed back into Scott again, but this time he was prepared for it, and drove his cock into her at the same time.

“There you go,” she said, slamming back into him again. “There’s some hope for you after all.”

Laughing softly, not used to having his sexual prowess questioned and not really liking it, Scott decided to take more control of the situation. If Whitney wanted it hard, he’d give her all she could handle.

He grabbed the back of her shoulders, pulling her back towards him with every thrust. It took them a few pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Whitney’s upper half bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against Scott’s hips, her hair flying everywhere, Scott’s cock going in and out of her pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the sounds of raw, animalistic sex.

“Fuck yeah,” Whitney said. “That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me pay!”

She threw her right leg up on the counter, opening herself up even more to him. And Scott took advantage, shifting his body to give her every inch of his cock. His left hand drifted up and grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked her head back, eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to alleviate the pressure.

“You like that?” Scott said, the effects of the alcohol combining with the oblivion of sex to completely obliterate his inhibitions. “You like it when I pull your hair?”

“I love it,” Whitney moaned, her voice a guttural growl.

Scott spanked her ass. “What about that?” he asked, still fucking her like a madman all the while. “You like that too?”

“Yes.”

He spanked it again, harder this time. “What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” she screamed.

He spanked her ass again, even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small kitchen. Slap!

“Louder,” he said.

“YES!”

Slap!

“YES!”

Slap!

“YES!” Whitney screamed, her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING STOP!”

Scott spanked her ass a couple more times then wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite shoulder and pulled her closer in to him, until their heads were just inches apart. With his opposite hand he reached out and grabbed her breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from Whitney. Grunting with exertion, he continued fucking her with everything he had, grinding up against her ass, pummeling her mercilessly as she screamed for more until he no longer had anything left.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Scott said, pulling his cock out of her pussy at the last possible moment and squirting his seed all over Whitney’s ass. Gasping for breath, he leaned back against the counter behind him.

Whitney grabbed a hand towel and wiped his sperm off her ass. “What a waste of good cum,” she said, shaking her head sadly. “Next time give me a heads-up before you’re going to do that. We’ll find a better place for it.”

“Next time?” Scott said, too tired to mask his surprise.

“Of course,” Whitney said. “It’s not even midnight yet. We’ve still got half the night to play around. Unless you’ve had enough?”

“Hell no,” Scott said.

“Are you sure? Because I can—”

“You can just stop right there,” he said. “No way I’m going to pass up the chance to fuck you again.”

“Is that right?” Whitney said, flashing him a nasty little grin.

“That’s right,” Scott said, grinning right back at her.

“Then let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and starting to lead him out of the kitchen. “Oh, and don’t forget the Jack. A few more shots and things are apt to get real kinky.”

Scott reached back and snatched the bottle off the counter. He didn’t want to miss out on the chance of things getting kinkier. No way, no how. He only hoped that in the morning he’d be able to remember everything. Somehow he thought he would, no matter how drunk he got. Some nights you just can’t forget. And he was pretty certain this New Year’s Eve was going to be one of them.

 

##### 

 

NAUGHTY THREESOME


 

Eric is heading out to a bar to meet some friends when he gets a call from Roxy. They were fuck-buddies in college and continued with the same loose relationship after they graduated. They got together about once a month on average. 

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Eric says after answering it.

“Not much,” Roxy says. “What are you up to?”

“Just heading out to hang out with the guys.”

“Oh yeah? Is it set in stone?”

“Not really,” Eric says. “Why? Are you looking to hook-up?”

“If you’re in the mood,” Roxy says.

“I’m always in the mood for you, baby,” Eric says.

“Good,” Roxy replies. “Because I have a surprise for you tonight.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?”

“I guess not,” Eric says, feigning sadness.

“Don’t worry,” Roxy says. “I promise you’ll like it.”

Eric laughs. “I’ll be there in little while.”

“See you then.”

Fifteen minutes later Eric knocks on the door. Roxy answers it. She’s an adorable little thing with long, dark hair, brown eyes with just a hint of an Asian in them, angular face, and a rockin’ body; five and half feet tall and around 125 pounds, with an athletic frame, firm, perky tits and a perfect ass. She’s wearing a black skirt and a white t-shirt with no bra. Her feet are bare.

“Hey Roxy,” Eric says.

“Sshhh,” Roxy says, putting her index finger in front of her mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Not so loud.”

“Sorry,” Eric says, almost whispering. “What’s up?”

“Remember that high school friend I was telling you about last time we hooked up?” Roxy says. “The one that was hot as shit and a freak in the sack? Jasmine?” 

“Yeah,” Eric says, his interest piqued.

“Well, she’s upstairs right now,” Roxy says letting Eric inside the house and closing the door behind him. “And she wants to meet you.”

“No shit?” Eric says, a grin forming on his face. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course,” Roxy says, returning his smile with one of her own. “We’ve been teaming up on boys for years.”

“Then let’s go see her.”

“We will,” Roxy replies. “But we have to be quiet. I think she’s, you know—” She pantomimes rubbing her pussy.

“Playing with herself?” Eric says, his face lighting up.


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