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KINKY EROTICA 6

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Brock Landers

Taylor Jordan

TJ Holland

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ASSERTING DOMINANCE BY JT HOLLAND

PASSING THE TEST BY BROCK LANDERS

MAKING THINGS RIGHT BY TAYLOR JORDAN

OWNING MY ROOMMATE BY TJ HOLLAND

 

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ASSERTING DOMINANCE

THE ESCORT CHRONICLES: VOLUME ONE

JT HOLLAND

 

Eric Carlson is nervously pacing around the hotel suite with a half-full beer in his hand when there’s a knock on the door. He pounds the rest of the beer, sets the bottle down on the desk, takes a deep breath, walks over to the door, and opens it.

Standing there is a girl. She’s tall and thin, just a couple of inches shorter than he is. Wearing a short white dress that shows off her ridiculously tight, firm body. Perfect legs. Toned arms. Lightly tanned skin. Small but perky tits. A girlish face with shoulder-length, mussed-up blonde hair, blue eyes, little nose and thin, pouty lips. She’s not wearing much makeup. But she doesn’t need it. She’s cute as shit without it.

“You must be Jasmine,” he says, not sure how these sort of things are supposed to go. He’s never done anything like this before.

“That’s right,” she says with a smile. “You mind if I come in?”

“Please do,” he says, holding the door open and standing aside. He watches her as she walks by, noting in particular her ass working behind her skimpy dress. It looks tight enough to bounce quarters off of.

Jasmine drops her purse on the desk and turns to face him.

Eric’s again struck by how innocent she looks. He can scarcely believe that she’ll be able to stand up to what he has in mind on this night. But she comes very highly recommended. According to his buddy (who’s an expert on this sort of thing) she’s a superstar, capable of taking punishment worthy of a porn starlet.

And supposedly she’s as nasty as can be, up for absolutely anything. Which is good, because he’s had an extremely rough couple of months thanks to his ex-wife raking him over the coals and he’s looking to take out some of his aggression without having to worry about getting arrested. Which is why he went to his friend for a recommendation in the first place.

“What’s on tap for this evening?” Jasmine asks, slipping out of her sandals.

The monetary situation has already been dealt with, leaving them to get right down to the good stuff.

“Whatever you can handle,” Eric replies.

“I can handle anything you can dish out,” she says. Not a dare or a brag, just a straight declaration of facts.

“Is that right?”

“Damn straight,” she says, flashing him a little smile.

“Well, let’s just see,” he says, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face is facing the ceiling.

Jasmine’s smile widens as she moans in pleasure. Her eyes twinkle with excitement. She clearly gets off on being treated like this; it’s not an act.

“You like that?” Eric asks.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies.

He pulls her tight little dress down, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples are hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

He fondles one of her tits and pinches her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then he slaps down on it.

Jasmine yelps and shivers in ecstasy.

“Do it again,” she says.

He does it again, harder this time.

“Harder,” she says.

So he does, harder still. And again. And again.

Her tit is bright red but she still seems to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.

Eric’s cock is pushing painfully against his pants. This is exciting him just as much as it is her.

He pulls up on her hair, snapping her head forward.

She’s taking deep breaths but she’s still smiling, showing him those pearly whites. Her eyes are glowing with excitement.

He starts walking, pulling her along by the hair as he goes. He drags her over to the wall, spins her around, and pushes her back up against it. He’s standing directly in front of her when he releases her hair and grabs ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.

Jasmine’s smile doesn’t fade one bit. If anything it gets larger.

With one hand still around her throat Eric slaps her face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

Little red blossoms flare up on her cheek. But she still smiles.

He slaps her again. Squeezes her throat a little harder. Slaps her again.

Her smile is fading but her eyes are still radiating excitement. Her whole face is turning red now as her blood flow is restricted.

“Do you want me to stop?” he says.

Jasmine shakes her head and mouths the word no.

Eric slaps her again. And again. And again. Squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.

Her lips are slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes start to flutter and her pupils roll back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the right.

He lets go of her throat.

The color runs back into her face and she gasps for breath. Her smile is back in full effect. Only this time it’s filled with excitement.

“That was incredible,” she says.

“You’re one filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says, laughing himself.

“The filthiest,” Jasmine says, reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing against his pants.

Eric grabs her arm and pulls it away. “Not yet,” he says. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. I want to fuck with you some more.”

“If you insist,” she says, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

He slips her dress off by pulling it over her head and drops it to the ground. Then he grabs ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as his free hand wanders down her flat stomach to her pretty little shaved pussy. He rubs her pussy for a couple of seconds to get her warmed up but it’s unnecessary. She’s already soaking wet down there. So he sticks two fingers inside her and starts finger-fucking her.

Eric stands there, facing Jasmine, looking down at her face as he’s exploring her insides with his fingers, his excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the control he has over her.

She’s looking up at him with her wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as he increases the pressure and depth of his fingers inside her.

He slides another finger inside her while simultaneously tightening his grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that is forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her he starts moving his hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, his wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as he finger-fucks her.

Jasmine’s mouth is slightly open and little gasping sounds are escaping from her throat. Her face is slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminishes.

“You like this, don’t you?” Eric says.

She nods as much as she can in her comprised situation.

“Do you want another finger?”

She nods.

Without releasing her throat he slips his pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It’s a tight fit but she loosens up a bit as he moves his fingers inside her.

A short time later Jasmine’s entire body is quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumps to the side just a bit and her eyes flutter. She’s about to pass out.

He doesn’t want that. So he releases her throat but continues finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

Jasmine leans into him to keep from falling, her head on his chest.

He’s the only thing holding her up but still he continues working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths are shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

Finally she catches her breath and pulls back a bit, using the wall for support now.

Eric takes a moment to unzip his pants and pull his cock out with his free hand. It’s sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it’s trying to push through his skin.

“Stroke it,” he says to Jasmine.

Her hand flies down to his cock and starts jerking him off.

He reaches out and grabs ahold of her tit and squeezes it while his other hand continues working her pussy.

They stand there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something more.

He pulls his fingers from her pussy and gives it a little smack.

Jasmine yelps and her body stiffens for a moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go of his cock.

Eric sticks his fingers in her mouth so she can clean them of her juices.

Jasmine licks her fingers one-by-one, until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time, continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his direction.

What a perfect submissive little slut. Time to start putting her to better use.

He pushes down on her shoulders.

She kneels to the ground without any resistance whatsoever.

He shifts his hands to her head and grabs ahold of her hair, uses it to hold her head against the wall.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

She obliges, opening it wide. Her eyes are gleaming as she looks up at him.

He sticks his cock inside her mouth and starts sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. He gradually slips it further inside her until it’s about halfway in. He speeds up his thrusts.

Her lips close around his cock.

Eric pulls his cock out, uses it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asks.

Jasmine shakes her head.

“That’s right,” he says. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

She nods.

He sticks his cock back inside her mouth and starts pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds come from her throat as he pummels her mouth but she keeps it open no matter how much of his cock he gives her.

“Tongue out,” he says.

Jasmine does as she’s told; Eric can see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.

His cock is slippery as hell as he gives her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with his hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds are growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.

He slips his cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” he says.

She shifts her gaze upward as best she can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly puts him over the edge.

Trying not to think about what that says about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.

Jasmine coughs a couple of times then catches her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she’s still smiling, always smiling. She is clearly a freaky little slut.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

“Always,” she replies.

Eric still has a handful of her hair and he yanks it forward, pulling her down to her hands and knees. Then he leads her by the hair over towards the couch, him walking, her crawling. He looks back at her, taking in her thin, lithe body as it moves; her toned arms, razor-sharp shoulder blades, arched back. And that impossibly tight ass sticking up, swaying with every crawling step forward.

Jasmine sees him watching her and cranes her neck to catch his eyes. Anticipation and excitement play across her features. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes are pools of need.

Eric thinks he might be in love.

They arrive at the couch. Eric stops moving, lets go of Jasmine’s hair and turns to face her. But then he just stands there, hovering over her, looking down, just taking her in, his cock right above her face as she looks up at him.

What to do, what to do, he thinks, nearly paralyzed by the endless possibilities the night still has to offer. He’s almost got too much to choose from. Eventually he settles on a course of action.

He bends down, picks Jasmine up, spins her around, and drops her on the couch, her back on the bottom cushion, her legs draped over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the cushion.

Eric drops to his knees so his cock is right in front of her face and then he sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her face while she hangs off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucks her face with everything he has, going balls deep, giving her his entire cock from tip to base. He can see the bulge his cock makes as it reaches the limits of her throat.

One of her hands fly down to her pussy and she starts rubbing her clit.

He grabs ahold of her tits and squeezes them as he continues to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and dripping down her face, choking sounds coming from her mouth.

But Jasmine takes it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least.

Eric pumps her face a couple more times and then holds it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tries in vain to draw breath.

She gags once, then again, and she tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her, holding his cock in her throat. Jasmine’s hands come up to his chest and tries to push him away but Eric just leans further forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.

“Five more seconds,” he says, trying to ease her mind just a bit. And it seems to. She’s still gagging and her legs are rapidly banging against the back of the couch but she’s no longer actively fighting him.

He counts the seconds down.

“Five.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

“Zero.”

He pulls his cock from her mouth.

Jasmine lifts her head up and coughs and gasps for breath.

“Too much?” he asks.

“Never,” she replies, catching his gaze. Her smile is gone but her eyes are still sparkling with excitement.

Laughing, he turns around and backs up until his calves are pushing against the couch. Her head is between his legs.

“Open your mouth,” Eric says.

She does.

He squats down, dropping his balls into her open mouth. His cock is lying on her face, just to the side of her nose. The head of his cock is right at the hair line of her forehead. Her eyes are looking up at him while she suckles his ball sack. First one testicle, then the other, then both together.

He presses down on his cock, rubs it all over her face. He slaps her face with it a few times.

Still she goes on sucking his balls.

He reaches back, grabs ahold of her, and pulls her body up and back so her head is no longer lying off the edge of the couch. Now it’s lying on the cushion, facing the ceiling. Giving her some padding. And him some leverage.

He sits down on her chest so he can see her face.

“Do you like the taste of ass?” he says.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies, ever the submissive little slut.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eric says.

He scoots forward and squats over her face so his asshole is directly over her mouth. Then he squats down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots up his spine as she moves her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.

“Goddammit,” he says under his breath, shivering with delight.

Jasmine grabs ahold of his ass cheeks with her hands and spreads them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she sticks it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.

He gets into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realizes he’s jerking himself off, mostly because he’s got nothing else to do with his hands. He decides to fix that.

He stands up, releasing the hold she has on him, and spins around so he is facing the couch.

Jasmine starts to shift too but he tells her not to move.

Then he steps forward and again drops his asshole onto her mouth.

“Tongue out,” he says.

She obliges.

He grabs ahold her tits for leverage and proceeds to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth against it so it’s running the length of his crack, from asshole to taint to the back of his ball sack. He’s squeezing and slapping her tits and rubbing her nipples as he moves, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her, which he takes advantage of by applying more pressure to her face when she moans.

One of her hands move up and around his leg, grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking him off, adding to the sensation.

“Holy fuck,” he moans. Between the work her tongue is doing on his asshole and her hand is doing on his cock he nearly cums right there. But he’s able to hold it down and the feeling soon passes. He’s once again good to go. At least for the moment.

He leans over and sticks three fingers into her soaking wet pussy and starts aggressively banging her. His other hand is still fondling her tit.

She lets out a muffled gasp of pleasure and turns up the intensity in which she’s working his asshole with her tongue.

This just gets him working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which in turn gets her jerking his cock even faster.

It’s a feedback loop of pleasure with only one end in sight. And the end is rapidly approaching. He has to mix things up quickly if he wants to keep this session going on for a while. But he just can’t get himself to stop. He’s having too much fun.

So he turns up the heat even further, slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he’s got and slapping away at her tits.

Jasmine’s scream of pleasure is muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand is grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.

He’s no more than a few seconds away when he forces himself to pull off. It takes every ounce of willpower in his body to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face.

“Is everything okay?” she says. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine,” Eric says. “I just need a little break.”

“Oh,” she says with a smile. “I got it.”

“You almost did, all right,” he says.

He stands over her for almost a full minute before he’s calmed down enough to get started again.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

“Whenever you are,” she replies, smiling as always.

Eric grabs ahold of her ankles and spins her around so her back is on the bottom cushion, her legs towards him. He’s standing over her, looking down on Jasmine’s perfect, thin, tight, agile, body.

Her face is glowing with excitement.

Still gripping her ankles, Eric spreads his arms, opening her legs wide, and holds them there, extended as far as they can go.

Jasmine’s leg muscles are taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy is wide open, gaping, glistening.

“Fuck yourself,” he says.

One of her hands flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself.

Something about her finger-fucking her pussy while he stands over her is sexy as hell. It’s all Eric can do to avoid sticking his cock in her right this very second.

“Another one,” he says, still standing over her, still holding her legs wide. He’s forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.

She slides a third finger in and slams away. Her pussy is making slurping sounds it’s so wet.

“Another,” he says.

Jasmine does as she’s told. Her breath is rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans are coming from her throat. She’s staring right at him.

 “Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Eric says. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”

He watches as she cleans her fingers off. He’s practically shivering with excitement. He needs to stick his cock in her. Now.

“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he says.

She extends her arms and grabs her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.

“Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Eric says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”

She nods.

He drops down to his knees and sidles up to her. He slaps his cock against her pussy a couple of times and then slips it inside her. It goes in without resistance. Throughout this whole ordeal, she’s remained soaking wet, as though her pussy is a running faucet.

He immediately starts slamming his cock into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He’s far too wound up for that. And she’s far too wet. So he pounds the shit out of her, his cock going balls deep in her pussy, his body hammering hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.

But Jasmine plugs on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles are quivering from the effort.

Her pussy is snug but not tight, providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not enough to make him feel like he has to slow down for danger of cumming too soon.

Eric continues pounding away, Jasmine’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slams into her, but still she holds her legs tight.

Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Eric starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Jasmine’s groans intensify and her legs start to buckle.

“Hold them there,” he says. “I didn’t say you could relax.”

She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them there.

He goes back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.

She’s practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place despite everything forcing them down.

Eric is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.

Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.

“Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.

Jasmine nods.

“Beg for it,” Eric says.

“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.

He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

“Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.

“Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

Eric releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.

She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.

He pulls his hand from her mouth and wraps it around her throat.

“You like that?” he says. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.

Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

Jasmine’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Eric suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.

He lets go of her throat.

Jasmine gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.

And then, just like, Eric is ready to cum.

He scrambles up towards her, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.

It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Jasmine swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.

Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.

“You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.

“I told you before,” she says. “I’m the filthiest.”

“You certainly are,” he says, marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.

As if reading his mind, Jasmine reaches over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.

She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.

He’s done. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind. At least for the short term. He’s completely spent, in more ways than one.

“That’s it,” Eric says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”

Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”

“There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”

She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you want.”

“I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”

“It was my pleasure,” she says. “Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys put me through.”

“Really? Like what?”

She waves her hand dismissively. “You don’t want to know.”

“Actually I do,” he says. “Consider it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth for the next few minutes.”

Jasmine laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”

“So tell me about what these other guys do to you.”

“Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”

“And you enjoy it all?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do if it were up to me.”

“Is it ever up to you?”

“Sure,” she says. “There are plenty of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of the stuff I mentioned before.”

“People actually pay you to do those things to them?”

“Absolutely,” she says with a smile.

Eric laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”

“More than anything in the world.”

“I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”

“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”

“So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”

“Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”

“What about other women?”

“I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”

“I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“And you such a professional,” he says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her body, hiding it for good on this night.

“That’s what I pride myself on.” Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.

He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.

“Thanks, hon,” she says, walking towards him.

“My pleasure,” he says.

She stops to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out the door and disappears around the corner.

“Which is going to be sooner than it should be,” he says under his breath.

Eric closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling that it will all be worth it.

He’s right on both counts.

 

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PASSING THE TEST

UNLIMITED FILTH: VOLUME ONE

BROCK LANDERS

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not bad,” I replied.

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

“Sure,” I said.

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

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

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

“A Killian’s for me too,” I said.

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

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

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

“No problem,” Vicki replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that right?”

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

I laughed softly.

“You think differently?” Vicki asked.

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

“Is that right?”

I nodded.

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

“It’s that intense, huh?”

Smiling, Vicki nodded vigorously.

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

“So you’re game?”

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

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

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

“Sounds fair enough to me,” Vicki said.

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

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

“Same here,” I said.

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

“It does indeed.”

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

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

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

 

#

 

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

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

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

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

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

“It always is,” I replied.

“Always?”

“Pretty much.”

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

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

She scoffed. “Please.”

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

“My thoughts exactly,” I said.

“So you say now,” Vicki said, grinning like a demon up at me. “But we’ll see. We’ll see.”

She took my cock in her mouth once again and continued pushing her head forward, making my cock disappear inside her mouth inch-by-inch while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Vicki kept going until she’d swallowed my entire cock, deepthroating me with ease, still staring up at me even as her bottom lip touched my ball sack and her nose touched the base of my stomach

“Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath as she held my cock in place, deep in her throat. No one had ever deepthroated me so effortlessly before, nor held me for so long. Almost a full ten seconds, by my count.

Vicki pulled her head off my cock just as deliberately as she’d swallowed it, moving inch-by-inch, in no rush, not having any difficulty with it whatsoever.

“That was fucking incredible,” I said once my cock was free and clear of her mouth.

“That was nothing,” Vicki said. “Just a little taste to get you started. Something for you to think about, for you to long for while I have my way with you.”

She stood up and grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to lead me over the couch in the living room. Once there, she turned me around so my back was facing the couch and gave me a little push in the chest, sitting me down.

“Now you just sit there and wait,” Vicki said. “While I go slip into something more interesting. And then we’ll get started in earnest.”

 

#

 

Vicki came out a couple minutes later wearing nothing but a garter belt, black fishnet stockings and a pair of clear fuck-me pumps. No panties and nothing on above her waist. The outfit made her incredible legs look even longer than before and was sex as hell. Her arms were crossed at her chest, covering up her tits, save for the bottom half, which were poking out.

“What do you think?” Vicki asked.

“I think you’re fucking perfect,” I replied.

“Good answer,” she said, walking towards me until she was standing between my spread legs, her knees touching the couch, staring straight down at me.

She uncrossed her arms, revealing her huge, perfect tits in all their glory, complete with nipples like pencil erasers. She let me admire them from afar for a few moments, then climbed onto the couch, straddling me.

Leaning forward she shook her tits from side to side, bouncing them off the edges of my face. Then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward, pressing it into her chest. With my head now between her massive breasts, she squeezed her tits together, smashing my face between them, smothering me against her flesh.

After a few long seconds, Vicki released gave me room to breathe. I pulled back, gasping for air. But before I could fully recover, she leaned forward and stuck her rock-hard nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, looking up at her face the entire time.

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Suck on that fucking nipple. There you go.”

I popped her nipple out of my mouth and switched the other one. A few seconds later she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, pulling it from that nipple. Then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and ran her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She released her mouth from mine and slid down my body until she was on the floor with her head between my legs.

Vicki was looking up at me with a nasty smile on her face as she played with my rock-hard cock, squeezing it gently between her fingers.

“Have you ever been titty-fucked before?” she said, looking up at me.

“A few times,” I replied. “But never by tits like yours.”

“Well you’re in for a treat,” she said. “Because I’m the best there is.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Smiling, Vicki reached across her body and picked up a bottle of baby oil from the coffee table next to the couch. She popped the top of the bottle and squirted it’s contents all over her chest.

“Let’s get it nice and slippery,” she said, rubbing the oil into her skin, spreading it so it covered her tits front and back, inside and out.

Her tits were glistening in the light, the oil giving her flesh a bright sheen. I was literally licking my lips at the thought of having my cock in between them.

“There we go,” she said, looking up at me, her smile as nasty as ever, her hands bouncing her tits up and down. “Are you ready for these.”

I nodded. “But I have to admit, this isn’t exactly what I was expecting when you said you like to be in charge.”

“Oh yeah?” Vicki said, still smiling. “Why not?”

I shrugged. “I guess I thought I was going to be pleasuring you more than you pleasuring me.”

“Ahh, I see,” she said. “Well, don’t worry, we’ll get to that part eventually. But I’ve found that the better someone is feeling, the better they are at pleasing.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “Then feel free to do whatever you want to me.”  

“Don’t worry,” Vicki said. “I will.” And with that, she stuck my dick between her tits.

“Oh my god,” I said as she wrapped her tits around my cock, squeezed them together, and started to bounce.

“You like that?” she asked.

I nodded.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it,” I said.

“What do you love?” Vicki asked. “Tell me exactly what you love.”

“I love fucking your giant titties,” I said as she continued to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke.

Vicki squeezed harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she squeezed and bounced atop me, the copious amounts of lube she’s used allowing her to constrict my cock while still moving quickly against me, providing an insane amount of pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said as I rose towards orgasm. She was staring directly at me, closely monitoring my excitement level. She was wearing a knowing, calculated little smirk. It was obvious she was setting me up for something, the only question was what that something was.   

I was quickly approaching the point of no return, in fact was just moments away from blowing my load when Vicki abruptly released my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knew exactly how close I was to cumming.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said. “Now that you’re all wound up, it’s time for you to take care of me.”

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. So that was her strategy. I had to admit, it was a good one. As excited as I was right now, I was willing to do pretty much anything she wanted.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked. I already knew the answer was going to be no, but I wanted to hear how Vicki said it to me. I wanted to get an idea of what was to come without specifically asking.

Vicki laughed. “Fuck me? Not a chance. Maybe, if you’re a good boy and do everything I tell you to without hesitation, then maybe I’ll give you the pleasure of sticking your cock inside me. But even then, I’m going to be the one doing the fucking, not you. Not lie your ass down on the floor. It’s time to see how good you are eating pussy.”

More excited than ever by her response, I did as I was told without hesitation.

Before I could ask Vicki what else she wanted from me, she put one foot on either side of my head. Standing over me with her legs spread, I stared up at her pussy and ass, preparing myself for what was to come.

“Do you like what you see?” Vicki asked, looking down at me with an evil smile.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” Vicki said. “Because you’re about to get a lot closer look.” She dropped to the floor, her knees bent and her legs folded under her body, and sat directly onto my face, engulfing my mouth and nose, smothering me.

Shortly after she sat on my face I tried to get some breath into my lungs, but it was difficult to find any air. The entire world consisted of Vicki’s sweet, tangy smell and taste, which was flooding my lungs, filling me up completely.

Vicki smothered me for a good fifteen seconds before finally lifting herself off my face. I gasped for breath, my eyes watering, my chest heaving and my face red. But my smile was threatening to split my face in two.

“I take it you liked that?” Vicki said.

“I fucking loved it,” I replied.

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I did too. Are you ready for some more?”

“Hell yes,” I said. “Bring it on.”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Vicki said, looking down at me. “I certainly will.” Smiling widely, she dropped her ass onto my face once again.

This time she smothered me for what felt like an hour, until my lungs were burning. Nearly in a panic, I brought my hands up with the intention of putting them under her leg to push her off me but she grabbed my wrists and pushed them down to the floor and held them there.

“Just relax,” Vicki said. “You have enough air to breathe.”

So I did, fighting down the panic, which allowed me to find little pockets of air that would keep me breathing.

“See?” Vicki said, still holding my arms down. “I told you it would be okay. Now stick out your tongue. I want to ride it.”

Again I did as I was told, making my tongue rigid and poking it out from between my lips.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Vicki said and she grinded her pussy against my face, moving it forward and back, riding my tongue.

I was having a ball. I loved the taste and feel of Vicki’s insides; silky smooth and sweet and salty and acrid all at the same time. Now that she was riding my face instead of smothering me, I could see up the length of her body every once in a while. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back and her huge tits were sticking out and she was grunting like an animal, obviously enjoying herself immensely.

A few seconds later her body tensed up and then released and she let out a guttural growl and juices flowed from her pussy and covered my face, completely drenching it. Her pussy juices got into my mouth and went down my throat, and because she was still grinding mercilessly on my face I was forced to swallow them down.

Some time later Vicki’s grinding finally slowed down, then stopped completely. Lifting her pussy up off me, she sat down on my chest and stared down at me.

“I’m not gonna lie,” she said. “You did pretty damn good my friend.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little smile tugging at me lips.

“So good that I think I’m going to let you stick your dick in me. Do you like that idea?”

Not wanting to say anything that might change her mind, I just nodded my head.

 “Yeah, I thought you might,” Vicki said. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth, then scooted her body down mine, until she was straddling my waist, her ass pressing back against my hard cock.

We made out with Vicki grinding her ass against me for a little while, then she reached back and grabbed ahold of my cock and pressed it against her pussy and rubbed it around down there  for a few seconds before sliding in just the tip. She worked the head of my cock with her pussy, staring down at me with a little smile the entire time, tempting me, taunting me, trying to get me to make a move for control.

But I resisted, simply lying there and letting her do her thing without pushing the issue. She said she wanted to be in charge so I figured she was testing me, trying to see if I’d take the bait and make a grab at control.

“Not bad,” she said half a minute later, giving credence to my earlier thought process. “Not bad at all.”


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