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SLAMMED INTO SUBMISSION

8 TALES OF EXTREME 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

TRASH TALKING TEEN

MANHANDLED

MORE THAN DRINKS

ANY WAY SHE WANTS IT

FILTHY LITTLE SLUT

VEGAS BABY, VEGAS

ANAL DEPRAVITY

THE GIRL IS IN CHARGE

 

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TRASH TALKING TEEN

 

When did 18-year old girls become such nasty fucksluts? Back when I was that age—which was less than 10 years ago, mind you—it was nearly impossible to find a girl that would sleep with you without at least going out for a couple of dates. And once you got them in bed they barely knew what they were doing. And getting a decent blow job? Forget about it. Let alone anything nastier.

But nowadays it seems like they’d rather spent a night getting freaky in the sack instead of even bothering with dinner and a movie. And not just straight fucking, but dirty, filthy, perverted shit. Girls these days will do things on the first night that I couldn’t get my old girlfriends to do months into the relationship. Not to mention the attitudes they have. Trash-talking is the norm. They have no shame. Or respect. Or morals. 

I don’t know if it’s the proliferation of internet porn or just the degradation of our society, but 18-year olds have definitely changed. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Especially when one of them takes an interest in me.

 

#

 

Her name was Jamie and she was a tiny little 18-year old girl. She was barely north of five feet tall and she couldn’t have been more than half my weight. She was skinny but athletic, with tanned skin, wavy brown hair, a cute but not-too-innocent face, small tits, an incredibly tight ass and thin legs. Exactly how I liked my women. Young, cute, petite and all natural. None of that plastic surgery crap for me. And, as it turned out, I was exactly how she liked her men. Older. And attractive. Or so she said.

We met at a BBQ one of my neighbors was throwing. Jamie’s sister was friends with my neighbor’s girlfriends brother or some crap like that. I don’t really know, nor do I care. What matters was that she showed up at the party and saw me and started a conversation with me. She didn’t stay long, but before she left she gave me her address and asked me to come over the next day around noon to hang out. I told her I’d love to and then she took off.

I showed up the next day not knowing what to expect. But as soon as she  answered the door it was obvious what was going on. She had on a pink, lacy top that barely covered the top half of her perky little tits and pink and white striped panties. Nothing else.

My cock immediately started to rise.

“For some reason I feel overdressed,” I said, flashing her a little smile as I walked in.

“Don’t worry,” Jamie said, closing the door behind me. She leaned up against me and looked up at my face. Her head barely reached my shoulders. She ran her hand down my chest, over my stomach and settled on my cock. “I’ll take care of that soon enough.”

 “You don’t waste any time, do you?” I said.

“What can I say?” Jamie replied. “I know what I want.” She gave my cock squeeze. “And from what I can tell, you want it too. I don’t see why we shouldn’t just get right down to it. Unless, of course, you aren’t comfortable with that.”

“It’s fine with me.”

“I thought you’d feel that way,” she said, undoing my zipper. “Now let’s see what you’re packing down there.”

She dropped down to her knees and pulled my cock out. It was sticking straight out, hard enough to hammer nails. It wasn’t the biggest cock in the world but it wasn’t the smallest either. Right around 7 inches long but thicker than most. Plenty big enough for even the sluttiest of girls out there. Which was a list that Jamie was near the top of, from what I could tell.

Her eyes widened when she saw it out in the open but only for a moment. She didn’t want me to know how excited she was. Apparently she had a facade to maintain. Which was fine by me. I loved girls with attitudes. It just made things more fun.

“Well, what do you think?” I asked, taunting her just a bit.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” she said, deliberately playing down her excitement. But she couldn’t completely mask it no matter how hard she tried. “Of course, size doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do with it.” She pulled her gaze from my cock and looked up at me. “Do you?”

“I do,” I said. “The real question is: Do you?”

She scoffed. “Please. Just watch me.”

Without further ado, she wrapped one hand around my shaft, opened her mouth, and slipped my cock inside. She sucked on the tip and stroked my shaft at the same time, working slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, her mouth dropping further and further down my cock with every thrust.

Her head was bouncing forward and back, moving faster and faster. Her hair was flying everywhere. She took my cock three-quarters of the way down her throat, and held it there for a good five seconds, maintaining eye contact the entire time, before gagging and pulling her head back.

Jamie took a single deep breath, then gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit it on my cock. Still staring up at me with an evil little smile on her face, she jerked me off.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked. “Do you like seeing it planted in my pretty little mouth?”

Smiling back at her, I nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Jamie said. “Just wait till you see what else I can do.”

She dropped a little lower and slid her body further underneath mine. She pressed my cock against my stomach, exposing my balls more prominently, then proceeded to lick them and suck on them, one at a time.

I took a deep breath and let out a little moan.

“You like that, huh?” she said. “You like it when I play with your balls?”

I nodded again.

Jamie snickered, enjoying her control over me, then went back to work. She gripped my ball sack just under the base of my cock, creating a tight little package with my balls as the gift. Then she took the whole thing in her mouth, sucking on it like she was trying to pull my balls out the bottom of my sack.

I shuddered and made another involuntary noise.

She relaxed on the pressure a bit, bouncing my balls around in her mouth while jerking me off for a few seconds before suddenly sucking on them more aggressively than ever, eliciting yet another gasp from my mouth.

Jamie was expertly straddling the line between pleasure and pain, keeping me on my toes, not letting me get comfortable, heightening my sensation like a pro.

I tried not to wonder how an eighteen-year-old could already be so good at things that took so much practice but it was difficult not to. Not that it really made a difference. As long as she was eighteen now, that’s really all that mattered. Whatever she’d done before today was none of my business.

She played with my balls for a little while longer before releasing them with a pop. Looking up at me with her hand still around my cock, she slapped it against her cheek couple of times .

“Fuck my face, baby,” Jamie said. “Fuck my pretty little face.”

“With pleasure,” I said.

I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and slid my hard cock into her open mouth. I pumped my hips forward and back, pulling her head towards me in time with my movements, slamming my cock deep into her mouth with every thrust. Gurgled, strained sounds escaped from her throat as I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her mouth before sticking it back in, balls deep, over and over. Saliva dripped out of her mouth and onto the hardwood floor, creating a reservoir of spit.

Seeing the mess we were making, I decided to see just how far she’d go. I wanted to see how much of a slut she really was; just your garden variety freak or someone willing to push the envelope and do things that were just flat out nasty and deviant.

“You’re making a mess,” I said, pulling my cock out of her mouth to give her a chance to take a breath. “Clean it up.”

I released Jamie’s hair, and she immediately dropped down to her hands and knees. Leaning over, she ran her tongue over the pool of saliva, licking it up. When that proved inefficient, she sucked it up into her mouth, tilting her head back to swallow it once it was cleaned up off the floor.

“You’re a filthy little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, marveling at her nastiness.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she said, looking up at me with a little half smirk.

“We’ll see about that,” I said. “But for now just stay down on the floor and don’t move. I want to stick my dick in that little pussy of yours. See if it’s as tight as it looks.”

“Be my guest,” she said, arching her back, forcing her impossibly tight little ass up into the air while I came around to the other side of her. “But promise me you won’t take it easy on me. I want you to pound the shit out of me.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said, shaking my head in wonder at the depths of depravity on this girl. She had no shame whatsoever. It was awesome.

I approached Jamie from behind, one of my legs on each side of her body, until my legs were even with her hips. I squatted down, letting my cock rest on top of her ass. Then I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up until our faces were cheek to cheek, both facing the same way.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I said.

“I’ve been waiting all day for it,” Jamie said. “Get on with it already.”

I laughed. She was all attitude all the time. I fucking loved it. Of course, it also made me want to crack her façade even more.

Still squatting above her, I slid my hips back just a little bit, grabbed ahold of my cock, and slipped it into her. Her pussy was soaking wet but it was still a snug fit. My cock was just too big and her pussy was just too small. But I didn’t let the size difference slow me down one bit, forcing my cock into her as far as it would go. I wasn’t going to stop unless she asked me to. Which I knew she would never do.

“Holy shit,” she groaned once I was all the way inside her, unable to maintain her mask of aloofness in the wake of my cock penetrating her pussy.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” I asked mockingly, using her momentary lapse of detachment against her, mostly because I knew how much it would piss her off to have it thrown back in her face.

“I can fucking handle whatever you can dish out,” Jamie said, her attitude coming back with a vengeance.

Despite the harshness of her words, her voice was strained and I could tell she was struggling with the size of my cock. But I also knew that under no circumstances would she want me to take it easy on her.     

With that in mind, I gripped her hips for balance and started moving against her. I started slow, fucking her with long, insistent strokes. But it wasn’t long before I was pounding her more quickly, my cock moving in and out of her in a fast, steady rhythm.

“That’s it, baby,” Jamie said, her voice gradually regaining it’s snarky tone as she started to get used to the size of my cock. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Give it to me like you mean it.”

So I did, hammering her with more aggression. Our bodies bounced off each other, her ass rippling every time we made contact. I slid my hands up her back and grabbed a hold of her shoulders, pulling back on them as I moved into her, forcing my cock deeper inside her pussy with every thrust.

“Just like that, just like that!” she said, her voice louder but still maintaining it’s hard edge. “Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Treat me like the little fuckslut that I am!”

Her trash-talking had me searching for ways to increase my leverage over her. I saw her hair splayed down her back so I reached out and grabbed a handful of it and yanked back. She let out a surprised yelp and arched her back even further, allowing me deeper access to her pussy. Using her hair to manipulate her body and keep the tension at a maximum, I hammered away, her ass bouncing against me with more and more force.

“Right there, right there, right fucking there!” Jamie said, growling like an animal. “Keep fucking me, keep fucking me, keep fucking me, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, her body tightening up for a moment and then releasing with a shudder and a deep, guttural moan.  

Once her orgasm had passed I slowed down to catch my breath, not pulling my cock out of her pussy, but not moving against her either.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she said, turning back to look at me. Her eyes were wild and her mouth was turned up in an evil little snarl.

“Taking a little break,” I said, biting down on my smile. I was deliberately messing with her, curious to see how she would react.

Unsurprisingly, Jamie slammed her ass back into me hard with as much force as she could muster.

“Just because I came once you think you can slow down?” she said, hammering back against me again. “Not a chance, mister. I’m not a man. I’m not done after a single pathetic orgasm.”

I let her bounce her ass back against me one more time before taking control again, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wide before pounding away, my hips slamming into her with more force than ever before.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, my voice harsh but still playful. “You want me to open you up and pummel you like a fucking whore?”

“What I want is for you to fuck me like a man,” she said, turning back to glare at me. “Not a little boy.”

Her trash-talking riled me up even further. Smiling like a devil, I grabbed her arms, crossed them over each other, and held them against her back.

“That’s right,” she said, her head still turned back at me. “Own me. Make me your bitch.”

With my eyes locked onto hers, I did just that, slamming into her with as much force as I could muster. Her moans turned to screams as I pounded away at her pussy, hammering on her so hard that she flinched every time I bottomed out.

 I pushed down on her upper body, forcing her head to the floor. Holding her arms behind her back with one hand and her face to the floor with the other, I fucked her with every ounce of aggression I had, taunting her the entire time.

“Is this how you want it?” I said, almost yelling by now. “Ass up in the air and face to the floor while I hammer you with my cock?”

“That’s exactly how I want it!” she screamed. “Punish me! Fucking destroy me! I deserve it!”

I gave it to her just like that for another thirty seconds or so before I had to back away. I was too close to orgasm to keep it up for much longer and I wanted to fuck with her some more before I finished up. So I stood up pulling my cock out of her pussy.

“Come taste yourself,” I said, looking down at her.

Being the good little slut that she was, Jamie knew exactly what I was talking about. She spun and scooted over towards me rose up on her knees and started licking my cock up and down, cleaning it of all her juices.

“I taste so fucking good,” she said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile on her face and her hand wrapped around my shaft.

“Stop talking and start sucking,” I said.

She glared at me but didn’t say anything, attacking my cock again, this time taking it in her mouth and sucking on it with her lips sealed tight, creating a vacuum-like seal.

It felt good; too good in fact. If I let her do it for very much longer I was going to cum. And I still had some things I wanted to do to her before we were finished. So I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked on her head, pulling her head off my cock.

Jamie looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a little half-smirk on her lips.

“Almost finished up there, did you?” she said.

“No,” I lied. “I just want to mix things up a little.”

“Sure,” she said, drawing the word out. “You can tell yourself whatever you want but we both know the truth.”

“The truth is I’m not through with you yet,” I said. “Now shut your mouth and try to keep from falling on your face.”

I turned and starting walking towards the couch, dragging Jamie along by her hair. She crawled on her hands and knees like an animal, struggling to keep up with me. She avoided falling, but just barely.

Once we arrived at the couch, I reached down and picked her up. Then I spun her around and dropped her on the couch, so her head was lying on the cushion, her face looking up towards the ceiling and her feet up in the air.

“Don’t fucking move,” I said, then I climbed onto the couch and turned so I was facing her. Straddling her face, I sat down, my ass on the upper part of her chest, my cock lying on her chin right below her mouth.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked, still flashing attitude even though she was in a compromising position.

“Whatever I want,” I said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Only if you cum before you fuck me again.”

“Don’t worry, I promise to stick my cock in your pussy at least one more time before I cum on your face.”

“On my face?” she said. “I figured you were going to cum in my mouth.”

“I’m sure I can sneak a little in there if that’s what you want,” I said.

“Either way is fine with me, as long as—”

“I fuck you again before I cum,” I said, lifting my body off of her and scooting forward until my groin was hovering right above her face. “Yeah, yeah, I got that part. Now open your mouth and try not to talk any shit for once.”

Surprisingly, Jamie did as she was told.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, as I dropped my balls into her mouth. Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she sucked on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

“Fuckin-A you’re good at that,” I said, taking the opportunity to talk a little shit of my own now that her mouth was full. With my balls still in her mouth, I pressed my cock down against her face, holding it lengthwise alongside the side of her nose and rubbing it on her forehead and over her eyes.

Looking down at her, our eyes locked together, I lifted myself up in an attempt to extract my balls from her mouth. She refused to release them, holding on with her mouth, stretching my ballsack to it’s limits before reluctantly letting go with a pop.

“You just never quit trying to push buttons, do you?” I said.

Jamie shrugged and flashed me a wicked smile but for once didn’t say anything.

I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re a real a piece of work, you know that, right?”

“Look who’s talking,” she replied.

“Fair enough,” I said. I smacked her with my cock a few times then stuck it in her mouth. I fucked her face using long, slow strokes, giving her my entire cock each time.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” I asked, staring down at her.

She nodded as best she could considering the situation.

I grabbed her head and held it in place against the cushion and started to pump her mouth with more speed, slamming my cock in and out like a jackhammer, giving it to her balls deep every time.

She coughed and gagged but didn’t complain, even as my balls slapped up against the bottom of her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth.

I could have easily cum right then and there but I’d promised her that I’d fuck her again before I finished up, and despite all my faults I’m a man who sticks by his promises, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and grabbed her under the arms and slid her body down to the floor.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked, looking down at Jamie. Her shoulders and neck were on the floor and her legs were still up on the couch.

She nodded.  

I grabbed ahold of her legs and pushed them down until her knees were pressed against the floor, one on either side of her head, essentially folding her in half.

She’d obviously been in this position before, as she wrapped her arms around her legs to keep them in place without being told. Squatting, I guided my cock into her pussy. She grimaced and let out a little yelp but didn’t protest, even as I forced my cock deeper inside her.

“That’s it,” she said. “Break my fucking pussy. Break it in half. Turn me inside out.”

Egged on by her dirty mouth, I grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, opening her up even more, and proceeded to lay into her, dropping my body down onto her with enough force to cause her to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

As I climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, I tapped into the last reserves of my energy and pounded her with all the intensity I could muster. She took everything I had to offer, staring directly up at me the entire time. She was no longer talking shit, no longer talking at all, really, just making loud, guttural, animal noises, having finally lost her ironic distance from the situation.

This, more than anything, put me over the edge. The idea that I could break through Jamie’s walls of detachment and bring her into the moment instead of allowing her to observe it from afar was the best thing that had happened all afternoon.  

I slammed into her a couple more times, then climbed off of her and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of her head. Squatting, I aimed my cock at her face and jerked myself off.

“Give it to me,” she said. “Paint my fucking face with your cum.”

And so I did, shooting my load all over her, streams of milky sperm splashing against her nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth. Her face was covered in white globs, her pretty eyes sparkling behind them, her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

As I stood there recovering, she sat up and grabbed ahold of my cock and sucked on the tip, pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping her hand away.

“Not too bad for an old man,” she said. “I’m not going to lie though, I was expecting you to get a little rougher with me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you know, playing with my asshole or slapping me around or choking me, stuff like that.”

“I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”

“I’m into it all,” she said, wiping a bit of my cum off her face with her finger and then sticking it in her mouth. “The rougher the better.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I said.

“Next time? What about right now?”

I looked down at her. “You want to go at it again?”

“Hell yes,” she said. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

I laughed and shook my head. This girl truly was a freak.

“I wish I could,” I said. “But I have some shit I have to get done.”

“That’s too bad,” Jamie said. “Because I’m still rearing to go.” Her hand went down to her pussy and she started rubbing it. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to top me off.”

The idea that she was going to find another man to finish what I’d started should have pissed me off but instead it just turned me on more. It made me realize that I had only just started to tap the depths of her depravity. Besides, it’s not like I thought I was the only guy she was fucking. But still, I would be lying if I said it didn’t annoy me just a little bit. It was one thing to share her with another man but another thing altogether to know that she was going to be calling someone else as soon as I left.

“You need it that bad, huh?” I said as I pulled my clothes on.

She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

“Then I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You keep yourself busy for a few hours, and once I’m done doing what I need to do I’ll come back over here and finish you off myself. Okay?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I need it pretty bad. I’m not sure if I can hold out until tonight.”

“I’m sure you can find a way to keep yourself satisfied,” I said as I tied my shoes.

“I’ll try,” she said. “But I’m not making any promises.”

She was still sporting the attitude but I was pretty sure she was just fucking with me. But in the end, it didn’t really matter whether or not she had another guy over while I was gone. I was coming back for more that night, either way. I knew it and she knew it, and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.

“Just do your best,” I said, heading for the door. I only had a few minutes to spare and I knew if I didn’t leave now I wouldn’t leave at all. “And I’ll see you tonight.”

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and waved goodbye, then slipped them into her mouth. I laughed again, then turned and headed towards the door. It was going to be a long couple of hours.

 

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MANHANDLED

 

There’s nothing I enjoy more than getting fucked. Mouth, pussy, ass, it doesn’t matter. Nor does the manner in which is happens. Sometimes I like it slow and romantic, other times rough and tumble. Sometimes quiet and serious other times loud and playful. I like being in charge and getting dominated equally. It all depends on my mood that day. The key is to mix things up. Otherwise even sex can get stale.

This is why it’s essential to have different men available to do my bidding. Some are just more inclined to act a certain way. There are guys that are great at getting freaky but not so good at being romantic. Or ones that love being in control but aren’t so keen on being on the other side of the equation.

My friends keep on telling me there are men out there that offer the whole package; looks, a big cock, a decent personality and a wide palette of sexual tendencies but so far I haven’t met one. Which makes me believe that they don’t truly exist, especially considering how many men I’ve fucked over the years. If they’re out there I would have found one by now.

Oh well. Until I find that one perfect man I guess I’ll just have to keep trying out as many as I can.

 

#

 

Today I woke up horny as hell. Even after playing around with my toys for a good hour I was still rearing to go. So I pulled out my special phone and started looking through my contact list.

I’ll fuck pretty much anybody once, but they have to offer something beyond the ordinary to make it into my special phone. It consists of a hundred or so men who bring something specific to the table.

I stop as soon as I come to Jack’s number. He’s exactly what I need today.

Jack is a specialist in rough sex. Now, for most women that’s not something that they would go back for, but like I may have mentioned earlier, I’m a dirty slut. And sometimes I just need to get manhandled. Like today. So I dial Jack’s number. After a brief conversation, we agree to meet as his place in an hour. And just like that, it’s done.

I jump in the shower to pretty myself up a bit and then it’s off to go get fucked.

 

#

 

Precisely one hour later I’m knocking on Jack’s door.

His place is small but it doesn’t matter. I’m not concerned about the size of his home or the make of his car. I’m not worried about how much money he earns or what he does for a living. All I care about is what he’s going to do to me for the next thirty minutes or so. And it’s getting me wet just thinking about it.

Jack opens the door and ushers me in. I drop my purse to the floor, right there in the hall adjacent to the doorway as he closes the door behind us. I undo my coat and slither out of it, revealing my tight, tanned, completely naked body beneath.

As Jack turns to face me a nasty little smile creeps onto his face. He looks me up and down, practically licking his lips as he takes me in like a piece of meat.

“You like what you see?” I ask.

“Hell yes,” he says. “You’re looking better than ever.”

“I didn’t come here for compliments,” I say.

“Fair enough,” Jack says, stepping towards me and grabbing a handful of my hair. He yanks back on it, bending my neck back so my face is turned up towards the ceiling.

“Don’t expect me to hold back just because we haven’t seen each other in a while,” Jack says.

“I’m not,” I say. “That’s why I came to you. Because I knew you wouldn’t hold back.”

He takes this in with a nod. “All right. As long as we understand each other.”

“Perfectly,” I say.

“Good.” He releases my hair and moves his hand down to my throat and pushes me up against the wall. Squeezing, he cuts off my airflow, taking me right up to the point of passing out before releasing me.

I gasp for breath, my pussy getting wetter by the second.

With his hand still around my throat, holding me up against the wall but no longer depriving me of air, he pinches one of my nipples.

A deep, guttural moan escapes from my throat.

Jack smiles. Then he pinches my other nipple, harder this time.

I moan more loudly.

“You like that?” he says.

“I fucking love it,” I reply.

He slaps down on my tit.

I yelp and shiver. It feels so fucking good.

“What about that?” he asks.

“Even better,” I reply, my breath ragged. “Do it again.”

He does, smiling all the while.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Trading off, going from one of my tits to the other. Back and forth, back and forth, pausing for only a second in between, just enough for me to recover before slapping down on the other one.

My hand flies down to my pussy and I slip two fingers inside my dripping wet snatch.

For this I earn a slap across the face, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Jack he grabs ahold of my arm and pulls my fingers out of my pussy. He pins my wrist against the wall and holds it there.

“Did I tell you to play with yourself?” he says, his face right in front of mine, mere inches away.

I shake my head from side to side.

He slaps me again. I gasp. It’s more in pleasure than pain but I’m careful to keep my enjoyment off my face. I fucking love being manhandled like this but I can’t let him see that. I know it turns him on to think I’m in distress.

“You’re goddamn right I didn’t,” he says. “Next time you do something like that you’re going to regret it. Understand?”

I nod. My eyes are wide and radiating fear even though I don’t feel the slightest bit of it. I know I’m perfectly safe in his arms, no matter how dangerous things seem to be. We’ve played this little game a number of times before and I’ve never once gotten hurt.

“Good,” he says. “Now turn around.”

Jack spins me around, his hand now on the back of my neck, still holding me up against the wall. His free hand slides down my back and over my ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing one, then the other.

He slaps my ass. Once, twice, three times, all on the same cheek, each harder than the last, each smack causing me to whimper and my legs to buckle just a little bit.

He switches over to the other cheek and gives it the same treatment, holding me up against the wall the entire time, his hand now dug into my hair, turning my face so one half of it is smashed up against the wall.

Suddenly he yanks my hair back, pulling my head along with it, bending me over backwards, my legs still in place but my back arched.

He keeps pulling, forcing me to spin around to keep from falling on my back. But my momentum is so great that I can’t stop myself from falling my knees right there in front of him.

And then I’m staring up at him, his rock-hard cock standing at attention directly in front of my face as he looks down at me, his hand still grabbing a fistful of my hair.

“You want my cock, don’t you?” Jack says, holding my head up against the wall.

I nod vigorously and look up at him longingly.

“Open your mouth.”

I do as I’m told.

Jack steps forward and slips his cock into my mouth. His hands slide to the sides of my head as he continues to force his cock down my throat, shoving it all the way inside me until my nose is pressing up against his navel.

His cock is filling up my entire throat, making it impossible to breathe. I choke and gag but still he holds my head in place, keeping me from turning aside. The wall pressing against the back of my head keeps me from escaping.

“Look up at me you fucking slut,” he says, staring down at me as he forces me to deepthroat him.

I do my best, tilting my chin upwards as much as I can. Tears are leaking from my eyes but I can still see him grinning down at me, thoroughly enjoying the control he has over me.

I gag again. But still he doesn’t let me go. I open my mouth a little wider, allowing just a hint of air in. Clear saliva pours out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto the carpet.

Coughing behind his cock, my throat starts to clench up. But this just eggs Jack on even further. Somehow he forces his cock even deeper into my throat and holds it there for a moment before finally letting me off the hook.

Laughing, he pulls his cock out.

I gasp for breath, gulping in air as quickly as I can.

But I’ve barely even began to recover when he slaps me across the face again, forcing me to gasp in surprise, then sticks his cock right back into my mouth while my mouth is still open.

And then he’s fucking my face, his cock pumping in and out of my throat with furious intensity while he continues to hold my head in place against the wall.

I don’t even try and fight it, I just take in as much air as I can in between pumps, the saliva now pouring out of my mouth, soaking his cock and balls and dripping down my chin and all over my tits.

After he’s had enough of fucking my face Jack pulls his cock out of my mouth and slaps my cheek with it a couple of times before he yanks again on my hair and drags me over towards the couch.

Crawling on my hands and knees as he pulls me forward, I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he has me sitting on the floor with my back against the base of the couch. He positions me so the back of my head is on the cushion and my face is pointing towards the sky.

Without so much as a word, he turns around so his back is to me, lifts his feet up on the couch, squats over my head, and drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.

Knowing what he likes, I run my hands up beneath his ass and spread his cheeks apart, opening his ass up. I start licking his asshole, gently at first, getting him warmed up. As his asshole starts to relax and widen I go to work a little more aggressively, licking up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.

“Holy fucking shit you’re a nasty fucking slut,” Jack says, all in one breath. A couple seconds later he adds, “Stick your tongue out.”

I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it straight up into the air.

“That’s right,” Jack says as he starts rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Hold it right fucking there.”

Jack 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, instead dropping his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.

I spread his cheeks wider, giving me deeper access to his asshole.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” he says, reaching down to smack my tits some more while I continue tonguing his asshole.

Jack lifts his body off my face for a few seconds, allowing me to catch my breath. Looking down at me with an evil glint in his eyes, he says, “You like the taste of my ass, don’t you?”

“I fucking love it,” I say. “Give it to me again.”

Jack smiles. “In a minute,” he says. “First I want you to suck my balls.”

“With pleasure,” I say, grabbing his sack and making a fist, forming a tight little pocket beneath my hand with his balls in the middle. I stick the newly formed pocket in my mouth, taking both his balls at once.

Jack moans as I start to work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue flickering constantly to heighten the sensation. He goes to work on my tits some more, which means he’s enjoying things. Smacking me around is his way of trying to take the attention off of the pleasure he’s feeling. It’s his way of avoiding an orgasm.

But it’s only a temporary reprieve, which is why he stands up, popping his balls from my mouth. He spits on my face and uses his cock to rub it in, pressing it against my cheek, rubbing it over my nose and under my eyes, then smacking me with it a couple of times.

More debasement, which just means I’m doing a good job.

Jack drops his asshole onto my mouth again and rides my face for a few seconds, but his heart isn’t really in it. It’s clear he’s ready to move onto something else.

Grabbing me by the hair, he stands up, lifting me up in the process. He hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist, and hoists me up. Then he spins me around and drops me on the couch, this time on my back but upside down. My legs are draped over the back of the couch and my head is hanging just off the cushion.

Facing me now, Jack drops to his knees. His raging cock is resting on the underside of my chin. He smacks me with it a couple of times and then sticks it in my mouth.

My head is hanging down, the blood rushing to it, while Jack fucks my face, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. He grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and proceeds to slam his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.

Saliva is pouring down my face, getting in my eyes and into my nose. It’s everywhere, coating my face, getting stuck in my hair, dripping onto the floor. All in all I’m a disgusting mess. But I’m loving every second of it. As evidenced by my soaking wet pussy.

Jack pumps my mouth a few more times before giving it to me balls deep, stuffing his cock all the way down my throat and holding it there.

I’m able to take him for a good ten seconds without any problem before gagging. But instead of pulling his cock out Jack just uses my vulnerability to force his cock even deeper into my throat. I gag again, a little harder this time, and follow it up with a heavy cough that expels some deep-spit from my mouth.

On a purely rational level, I know I have plenty of air in my lungs to survive for quite a bit longer, but my body doesn’t listen. It thrashes and bucks of it’s own accord. But Jack knows just as well as I do that there’s no danger yet, so he doesn’t let up one bit, keeping his cock planted firmly in my throat as I continue trying to squirm away.

My legs start banging against the back of the couch and I do everything in my power to get away from him but it’s all in vain. I simply don’t have any leverage.

And still Jack isn’t letting up on me at all. If anything he’s using my distress to try and force his cock even deeper inside my throat. My hands fly up and try to push him back but he’s too strong and no matter how much effort I put into it I can’t get him to budge one bit.

“Stop fighting it,” Jack says. “Just relax. You’re fine.”

I know he’s right but I still can’t stop my body from thrashing.

“I’m not going to let you breathe until you can get control of yourself,” he says. “Stop fighting me and I’ll give you what you need.”

I try to get control over my body but it’s difficult. Not getting air makes it act on it’s own. I manage to quell most of my flailing, save for the occasional gag. But that’s probably due more to my body starting to shut down the non-essential parts more than me getting control over it.

My world has started to turn gray around the edges and I’m filled with a strange euphoria. I seem to float out of my body, up near the ceiling. I’m looking down on Jack leaning into me, his cock still planted in my throat. I can hear his voice but it’s distant and tinny, like it’s coming from an old transistor radio.

“That’s better,” Jack says. “Five more seconds and I’ll let you breathe.”

He starts to count down.

“Five,” he says, his voice barely audible.

Then, “four.”

But I don’t hear the rest.

The next thing I know the world explodes in color. I’m gasping for breath and coughing and squirming and trying to make sense of things. I’m pretty sure I passed out but I’m not positive. The only thing I know for sure is my pussy is open wide and soaking wet and I’m hyper sensitive throughout my entire body.

Jack’s been here before; he knows exactly what to do. He doesn’t waste any time, spinning me around so I’m facing him. He pushes on the back of my thighs, lifting my ass up to give himself a better angle. I know exactly where he’s going and hook my arms under my legs, holding them in place.

He slips two fingers inside my pussy and starts to bang away, not even bothering to take it slow.

I groan and try not to screams as he fingerfucks me, his hand moving quickly against me, his fingers curled up at the tip, allowing him to reach my G-spot.

He pauses just long enough to slide another finger into me, then goes back to pounding my wet pussy, his fingers filling me up while sliding in and out of me with increased intensity.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” I groan, my legs shaking and my vision blurry. Something about getting finger-banged has always turned me on. I love it almost as much as getting fucked proper. Sometimes even more.

Jack pauses one last time to slip a fourth finger into me before again slamming away. I stifle a scream as the pressure builds, threatening to overflow.

He reaches out with his free hand and wraps it around my throat. Staring down at me, his eyes locked onto mine, he chokes me while continuing to bang my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me by now.

 The intense pleasure from his fingers makes me breathe harder, but his hand chokes off my air supply, which turns me on even more, which forces my body to search for more air, which increases the sensation, which brings me closer and closer to cumming.

And then I’m nearly there, my body tensing up in preparation of release. I’m poised right on the edge of a body-wracking orgasm, held off only by the lack of oxygen getting to my lungs.

Moments later, Jack releases his grip on my throat, and doing so, brings a tidal wave of an orgasm crashing down all at once. My pussy gushes juices all over his hand and my body shakes and shimmies and I let out a tremendous, wordless scream.

But Jack isn’t done. Not yet.

Before I’ve even had  a chance to recover he slides his cock into me and starts pounding away, his hands on the back of my legs, pushing them down onto the couch alongside my head.

 Leaning into me, his entire bodyweight on top of me, Jack fucks the shit out of me, his rock-hard cock slamming in and out of my pussy with relentless aggression, his balls slapping up against my asshole.

Loud, continuous groans are coming out of my mouth of their own accord. I have no control over my vocal chords anymore. No control over anything, actually, which is exactly what I was hoping for when I came to see Jack. He’s delivered on every level, just like he always does.

His hands wander from my legs to my tits. He squeezes them while he continues fucking me, his body slamming into mine, giving me his cock balls-deep with every thrust.

“Give me that fucking cock,” I say, staring right at him, our eyes locked together. “Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked.”

My talking riles Jack up, as he starts giving it to me even more intensely, hammering away at my pussy with everything he has.

He’s close to cumming now, I can see it in his face.

“That’s right,” I say. “Punish me, baby. Make me pay. Make me fucking pay!”

Jack’s grunting like a caveman now, his eyes wide and his face red and sweaty. He’s getting closer. One of his hands slide up and grabs a fistful of my hair. Squeezing tightly, he holds my head down while continuing to hammer away at me.

“Goddammit,” I scream. “Own my fucking pussy. Own me!”

“Shut your mouth,” he says, smacking me in the face. “Shut your fucking trap.”

I smile and say, “Do it again,” knowing that it’ll help him finish me off.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice, reaching out and smacking me again.

“Harder,” I say. “Slap me like you mean it.”

Jack slaps me again. The sound is like a gunshot in the small room.

“Harder!” I scream.

So he does, smiling wickedly at me.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

His smile grows wider as he slaps me again, hard enough to make my cheek sting.

“That’s better,” I say between gasping breaths. Getting smacked around is turning me on just as much as it’s turning him on, if not more. “Again.”

He does.

“Again,” I say.

Jack smacks me again. And again. And again, without me having to ask for it any longer.

My face is tingling and tears are leaking out of my eyes but I’m enjoying every second of it. And so is he. I can see it in his face. He’s going to cum any moment now.

“Cum on my face, baby,” I say. “I want you to make a mess out of my slutty little face.”

“Holy fucking shit,” he says, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth and pulling his cock out of me.

I slide off the couch and drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his cock and take it in my mouth.

“I’m gonna cum,” he says while I blow him, my hand and my mouth working in unison, jerking and sucking him off at the same time. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

I slide his cock out of my mouth but continue jerking him off, the saliva from my mouth allowing me to squeeze his cock tightly while it flies over his shaft.

“Come on baby,” I say, telling him exactly what he wants to hear. “Paint my face with your cum. Make me pretty. Make me fucking shine.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he says as his body tenses up for a moment then releases, shooting ropes of white sperm out of his cock and all over my face.

I take one squirt on the chin and one on the forehead, then I open wide and let some of it in my mouth. I continue jerking him off, his cock spitting out the last remnants of his sperm, sending it flying. Some gets in my hair, some on my chest, some even on my legs.

I play with his cock until it’s all but empty, taking it in my mouth at the very end to suck the final last couple of drops out. He

Jack is looking down at my sperm-splattered face, smiling goofily, all his previous tough-guy attitude completely melted away. Now that he’s shot his load, he’s just a typical man, nothing special about him whatsoever. They’re all the same after they’ve cum. It’s the male curse.

“Wow, you are one dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he says, shaking his head and laughing softly. He holds one hand down to help me up.

“The dirtiest,” I reply, grabbing ahold of his offered hand and standing up. I lean in towards him. “Care to give me a kiss?”

“Yeah, right,” he says, backing away quickly. “I’ll get you a towel though.”

“Thanks,” I say as he grabs a towel from the bathroom and tosses it my way.

Neither one of us says anything else as I clean myself up and slip my jacket back on. After tying it off I head for the door. Now that I’ve got what I needed from him, there’s no reason to linger. Especially since he’s lost his mojo.

It’s not until I reach for the doorknob that he finds the balls to say anything to me.

“Feel free to call me anytime you want,” he says, his voice lacking confidence. “I’m always here for you.”

“I know,” I say, flashing him a little smile. Then I turn, open the door, and walk out, closing the door behind me. On to my next conquest.

 

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MORE THAN DRINKS

 

Her white, see-through sundress barely covered her bikini but did a great job of showing off her tan, muscular body. Her breasts were small but perky. She walked with a confidence that told you she knew she was someone who could turn heads but she had a smile genuine enough that anyone who looked her in the eye felt they had a shot.

She wasn’t the kind of girl who typically needed a man. She was confident in herself and her goals and was perfectly happy just working her way though college and enjoying her early twenties, most of the time. Then there were days like these.

The wedding had been nice enough. A small ceremony where she was the maid of honor as she watched her best friend promise herself to the man of her dreams for all eternity. It was cheesy but sweet and romantic at the same time. It also made her wish for someone who loved her that much. She wanted to just be happy for her friend and her new life but somehow the reception on the beach with the bonfire and couples standing around was making her feel a little sad that no wedding was anywhere in her near future. That was silly of course, she wasn’t ready to get married but it would be nice to know that someone loved you so much they would be willing to swear off all other women for the rest of their life to be with just that one person. Forever.

The bartender seemed to sense her sadness. Every time she returned to the bar for a refill he would compliment her on how beautiful she looked. After a few trips, he began to inquire if there was someone back home waiting for her who hadn’t been able to fly out for the ceremony. “No one special, no.” He again replied with a compliment which appeared more sincere than it probably was considering he was a bartender and she had a slightly altered perspective thanks to the alcohol. But at the time, it was exactly what she needed to hear and believe. She returned to the reception with a refilled glass and the hope that he would be making more than drinks later that evening.

After the bride and groom left, the reception broke up quickly. The bartender was putting away the last few bottles when she approached. He smiled kindly and told her that the bar was closed but if she wanted to wait in the lobby bar, he’d be off work in less than 30 minutes and he’d be honored to buy her a drink. She knew she’d had enough already but she was feeling so confused by her happiness for her friend and her momentary sadness for herself that she was more than happy to accept his offer. If nothing else, at least she wouldn’t have to go back to her room alone for a while longer. If she got drunk enough, the loneliness might fade or she would at least pass out quickly, thus not able to think about it any longer. For a girl who is normally so self assured and happy and confident, this feeling of self pity was new and she didn’t like it. She’d be thrilled to board her plane the next day and return to her home and single life that she was typically very content with.

She walked on the beach for a while wondering how many others were listening to the roar of the waves and wondering when, if ever, they too would find true love. It was silly to think that and she scolded herself for it but weddings were hard for he to watch. It was harder still to stand up for those around you who were once in your situation but had found something greater and were moving on to the next stage in their lives. She wasn’t ready for the next stage. She still had plenty to accomplish at this stage but deep down, a tiny part of her wanted to find her soul mate.

She was pretty sure the bartender wouldn’t turn out to be her soul mate. After all, they lived across the country from one another and she flew home the next day. Somehow the idea of having the kind man hold her for that evening and fill the void that seemed to be growing in her chest with every minute appeared better and better with each second that passed. The alcohol now had ahold of her in that wonderful fog where ideas that get immediately rejected sober get rolled around and contemplated and often acted upon. 


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