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KINKY EROTICA 55

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Misty Rose

Dirk Rockwell

Scotty Diggler

 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 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

MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR BY JT HOLLAND

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS MANHANDLED BY MISTY ROSE

A PAIR OF DIRTY SLUTS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

SHE LIKES BIG COCKS BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR

JT HOLLAND

 

Let me tell you about my barely legal neighbor. Her name is Kelly and she’s nineteen years old. Although not the hottest girl in the world, Kelly is extremely cute, with big brown eyes, long brown hair, and a tiny, incredibly tight body. Standing at just a shade over 5’8” and checking in at right around 120 pounds, she’s skinny but athletic, with well-defined muscles and a washboard stomach and thin but toned legs.

But where she really shines is her attitude. Upon first seeing her, Kelly appears like she’s going to be petite and demure, even a bit shy, but it quickly becomes apparent that she’s wickedly smart and armed with a black sense of humor. Plus she had absolutely no qualms about speaking her mind, something that I adore in people, especially women.

And in the bedroom? Let’s just say that she knows her way around. She’s up for anything, often instigating our more adventurous sessions and never turning down a request of mine, no matter how perverted.

Kelly is a true slut, in the best sense of the word. And even though she’s almost three years younger than me, she has the experience and attitude of a much older woman, making me feel like the younger man, something that doesn’t bother me at all.

We hooked up for the first time six months ago. We didn’t get super-freaky that afternoon but considering we’d only known each other for a few minutes before hopping into bed, I wasn’t complaining. After all, how often is it that you meet a girl while jogging and end up fucking her less than five minutes later? Not often. But that’s exactly what happened.

 

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I was on my way back to my house after a three mile run and she was just getting home. She parked her car against the curb and exited the driver’s side just as I got to her driveway. I glanced up at her, saw that she was a cutie, and kept right on looking, even as she returned my stare. In fact, she was checking me out just as intensely as I was checking her out. More so, actually.

“You like what you see?” she asked. She was glaring at me with eyes that were harsh but held an undercurrent of playfulness and one side of her mouth was turned up in a little smirk.

I stopped in front of her. We were about five feet away. I was already done with my run, so I figured I might as well do a little bit of flirting, not expecting it to end up anywhere. I looked her up and down, just as she had done to me. She was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans and t-shirt. Nothing too revealing but she wore them well.

“That depends,” I said. “Do you?”

She shrugged. “You’re the best looking boy I’ve seen in a while.”

I laughed softly. “Well thanks, I guess. I believe I can honestly say the same thing about you. Except substitute girl for boy, of course.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, speaking casually. “So do you want to come in and fuck?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, a little smile masking my disbelief.

“What? Did I stutter?” she said.

“No, I guess you didn’t.”

“Well then, what do you say? You like what you see and so do I. No sense beating around the bush. We might as well get on with things and see what comes of it.”

I considered her offer, trying to figure out if she was just messing with me. I’m generally considered a pretty good-looking guy, even having done a little modeling for an underwear company back in my earlier years, and I was used to getting hit on. But not like this. Never like this.

“You’re serious?” I asked, just to make sure.

“Absolutely,” she replied.

I pretended to think about it for a moment, but in reality, there was nothing to think about. She was a cute girl, and undoubtedly experienced, based on the way she was acting. Plus her forwardness could only mean good things in the bedroom.

“Sure,” I said. “What the fuck.”

“Great,” she said, turning and heading up the front walk. “Then follow me.”

So I did.

She unlocked the door and held it open for me. “By the way,” she said. “My name is Kelly.”

“I’m Clay,” I replied, walking past her and into the living room. It was a decent enough place, fairly well furnished. I idly wondered if Kelly lived alone. Not that it mattered too much at this point.

“Nice to meet you, Clay,” Kelly said, closing the door behind us.

She took my hand and led me across the living room. My eyes were on her ass the entire time as it worked beneath her jeans. It was tight and tiny, exactly how I liked them.

We went through the first door on the right. It was a sparse bedroom, consisting of a television, a couple of bookshelves, a king-sized bed and not much else.

I closed the door behind us and when I turned around, Kelly was already on her knees, her hands pulling down my flimsy running shorts and briefs I wore underneath.

“Okay, then,” I said, caught off-guard but not complaining in the least. “I guess it’s going to be like that.”

“Yes it is,” Kelly said right before she took my cock in her mouth.

My cock was already chubby from anticipation and it quickly grew hard as Kelly worked it inside her mouth, licking and sucking on it like she’d done this a thousand times before. And maybe she had. I had no idea. But again, I wasn’t complaining.

Shortly after my cock was hard, Kelly stood up and starting taking off her clothes without any pretense. I followed suit, stripping my shirt off and slipping out of my socks and shoes.

Once we were both naked, she spun me around so my back was facing the bed, then gave me a little shove, pushing me down onto the covers, falling on top of me as I came crashing down.

Before we had even stopped bouncing, Kelly was climbing on top of me, one leg on each side of me, straddling me. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue into my mouth and started slowly grinding on my cock.

It wasn’t long before she began to pick up the pace, breaking off the kiss and leaning back until she was sitting straight up. With my hands on her waist, she worked my cock in and out of her pussy, moving her body back and forth, then in a circular motion, then bouncing up and down on it, mixing things up, keeping me from getting too comfortable.

I ran my hands up her washboard stomach and grabbed ahold of her small but incredibly perky tits. I played with her nipples, rubbing and flicking and lightly squeezing them until they were hard.

Staring down at me, Kelly’s face was a mask of concentration, her eyes totally focused and her jaw set tight. Her breath was coming more quickly now and she was slamming down onto my body with more and more force. Both of us were covered in sweat and the room smelled like sex.

She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and used the newfound leverage to drop her ass onto my cock even more aggressively.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Your cock feels so fucking good in my pussy.”

She hammered down on me a couple more times then climbed off my cock and slid her body down the bed until her head was poised directly between my legs.

Staring directly at me, she ran her tongue up and down my cock, licking it clean of her juices. With her eyes still locked on mine, she said, “I love the taste of my pussy. Do you like it when I lick my pussy juices off of your cock?”

I nodded, unsure of whether I could even speak at that point.

Sensing my trepidation, Kelly laughed, then took my cock in her mouth and started to blow me proper, bouncing her head up and down on it a few times before taking it halfway down and holding it there.

A couple seconds later she pulled her head off. Gripping my cock in her hand, she jerked me off, still maintaining eye contact.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked.

“I fucking love it,” I said, finding my voice.

“It makes you want to come all over me, doesn’t it?” she said.

“Yes it does,” I replied.

Smiling, she said, “Maybe in a little while. But first I need your hard cock inside me again.” She released her hold on my cock and turned around.

Climbing onto her hands and knees, she stuck her ass up in the air. Then she turned her upper body so she was looking back at me as I sat there, staring at her.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

“Very much so,” I said.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?”

I didn’t have a good answer, so I climbed to my knees and slid my body in behind hers. I grabbed ahold of my cock and slipped it into her dripping wet pussy.

It slid in easily, like dipping into it pool of warm oil. It felt so good that I was afraid of giving her too much of my cock for fear that I wouldn’t last very long inside her if I did. But she refused to take things slow, working her ass back into me, moving it back and forth, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam.

It wasn’t long before she was bouncing her ass back against me hard enough that I was losing my balance. I grabbed ahold of her hips and started moving forward as she moved back, our bodies meeting in the middle. It started off as a way to counteract her gyrations but we quickly settled into a nice rhythm.  

We continued on like this, our bodies working in perfect synch, slamming together with just the right amount of force to maximize the pleasure. Her breath was growing more rapid, as was mine, along with the rising pitch of the moans and groans coming from our mouths.

I grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and spread her ass apart and started slamming my cock into her more aggressively, giving it to her balls deep, our bodies smacking up against each other with a wet sound.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Just like that. Just like that.”

Kelly shifted her body, lifting her chin and arching her back a little further. She shook her head back and forth a couple of times, causing her hair to spill down her back. It beckoned me, just lying there, begging to get pulled.

Kelly turned her head and looked back at me, and somehow knew exactly what I was thinking. Between moaning breaths, she said, “Go ahead. Do it. Pull my fucking hair.”

So I did, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a yank. Her head tilted further back and her spine arched even more, revealing her vertebrae and sharp shoulder blades and back muscles.

This drove me crazy with lust, and I started hammering my cock into her even more aggressively.

“Holy fuck,” she said, her voice rising in tone and intensity. “Just like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop! I’m going to fucking cum!”

And Kelly was as good as her word, tightening up for just a moment before unleashing a wordless scream as her entire body shimmied and shook while I continued pounding away at her.

Once her orgasm had passed, she pulled herself off me. Before I had a chance to move, she’d spun around and wrapped her lips around my cock .

Maintaining the same intensity from earlier, she started to blow me, moving her head back and forth while I looked down at her. Kelly worked my cock like a champ, jerking me off while she sucked on the tip, constantly varying the speed and pressure and depth, keeping me on my toes.

One of her hands slid down to my ballsack and gave it a squeeze while she continued to blow me. After a particularly intense series of maneuvers, she took my cock three quarters of the way down, and held it there for a few seconds while she continued massaging my balls.

I let out a soft moan and quickly pulled away before it was too late.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, looking up at me with you a little grin on her face. “You don’t want to cum all over me?”

“Of course I do,” I said. “Just not quite yet. First I want to eat your pussy.”

She flashed me a mock disappointed look. “Well, I guess if you insist . . .” she said.

“Oh I do,” I said. “I most definitely do.”

I climbed off the bed, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her towards me. Giggling, Kelly scooted her backside along the blankets. Once her hips were poised right at the edge of the bed, I spread her legs apart, opening her up, and dropped to my knees. I shot her a quick glance, then buried my face in her shaved, sopping wet, perfect little pussy.

I started working it with my tongue, lapping at her pussy from the bottom to the top like a kitten drinking milk. As Kelly made high-pitched pleasurable sounds, I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy and started exploring.

Based on the sounds coming from her mouth she was enjoying it immensely. I was too, totally digging the control I had over her while I was down there, not to mention the smell, the taste, and the smoothness of her insides.

I glanced up at her face and saw her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Smiling, I got my fingers into the mix, sliding them into her pussy while I moved my tongue up and dug it into her clit.

This set Kelly off again, her eyes opening wide and a string of obscenities pouring from her mouth. As her body bucked back and forth, she screamed, “Holy fucking shit! Right there, right fucking there!”

A few seconds later she came again, her body quivering while her pussy drenched my fingers and my mouth with its juices.

Feeling my own orgasm creeping ever closer, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and pulled my tongue away from her clit and climbed to my feet.

“You’re really fucking good at that,” Kelly said, her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes brimming with excitement.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m glad I got a chance to show you what I can do.”

“So am I,” she said. “So am I. Now stick your cock back into me and fuck me until you’re ready to come all over me, understand?”

“If you insist,” I said, matching her tone of mock disappointment from earlier.

Laughing, she threw her legs open, grabbed ahold of my cock, and slid it into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever and it engulfed my cock immediately.

I tried to take things slow but she was so wet that it was impossible. So I didn’t worry about trying to make it last as long as possible, and just went with the flow, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, giving it to her balls deep every time.

Kelly threw her legs over my shoulders, lifting her ass up off the bed a little bit, giving me a better angle to work with and allowing my cock deeper inside her.

Leaning forward, my palms on the bed, elbows locked out, I pummeled her with everything I had, hammering away at her pussy while she moaned in pleasure beneath me.

She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and lifted her head up a little bit. “Are you ready to come yet?” she asked.

“Almost,” I replied.

“Make sure you tell me when,” she said. “I want your hot cum all over me.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” I said.

I pumped my cock into her a few more times then said, “Holy fuck here I cum,” and quickly slid my cock out of her pussy.

Kelly climbed off the bed and dropped down to her knees on the ground in front of me. She grabbed the base of my cock in her hand and took the tip in her mouth. Holding the skin of my shaft tight with her hand, she sucked on the head of my cock, her mouth acting like a siphon, drawing my cum from me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said under my breath as my body took the final steps towards orgasm.

Maintaining eye contact the entire time, Kelly continued sucking my cock right up until the moment my sperm was going to start shooting out of it. Only then did she pull her mouth off my cock and jerk me off, sending white spurts of cum all over her chest.

I spasmed four times before falling still.

Kelly’s tits were covered in my sperm. It was dripping down her chest and onto her stomach. Smiling up at me, she took my cock in her mouth one last time, sucking on the tip to extract every last bit of cum from me before rising to her feet and falling back onto the bed.

I fell down next to her. Both our backs were on the covers and our eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, adding, “If a little bit unadventurous.”

“I’ve known you for all of thirty minutes,” I said. “You can’t expect people to get too crazy on each in that short of a time.”

“I guess not,” she said. “But next time, we’ll have no excuses.”

“None at all,” I said, flashing her a smile. “None. At. All.”

 

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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS MANHANDLED

MISTY ROSE

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever you want,” Chris replies.

“Do you really mean that?” I say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can sure as hell try,” he says.

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

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

“How much can you give me?”

 “Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.

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

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

“I always have before.”

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

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

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

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

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

“As rough as you can make it.”

“No holds barred?”

“None.”

“I can do anything to you I want?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know you can’t,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

“Harder,” I say.

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

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

He obliges.

“Is that all you got?” I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slaps me again. And again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Chris doesn’t stop there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s exactly what I want,” I say.

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

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

“Tell me you want my cock,” he says.

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

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

“You know,” I say, playing coy.

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

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

“Where do you want it?” Chris says.

“Inside of me.”

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

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

“Soon,” he says. “But not yet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you insist,” Chris says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For the time being,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck yes,” I reply. “I can’t wait.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want to see something nasty?” I say.

Smiling, Chris nods his head.

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

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

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking nasty.”

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

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

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

“So it gets even nastier than this?”

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

“I can’t wait,” Chris says.

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

“What do you mean?”

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

“Tonight?” he says.

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

“Hell, I can go more than twice.”

“Prove it,” I say.

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

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

“I do,” he says. “I absolutely do.”

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

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

Just another day in the life of a dirty slut.

 

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A PAIR OF DIRTY SLUTS

DIRK ROCKWELL

 

The year was 1995 and Greg Hoffman was two months into his first semester of college down in San Diego. He had made quite a few friends but no real close ones. Not that he cared. He pretty much stayed to himself and wasn’t concerned too much with how others saw him. Basically, he was comfortable in his own skin.

It was a Friday night in October and Greg was hanging out by himself in his dorm room, listening to Pearl Jam on his boombox when he heard the call coming from down the hallway.

“Party in room 216!” came the vaguely familiar voice. “Party in room 216! Everyone’s invited! Bring your own alcohol!”

What the hell, Greg thought to himself. He wasn’t doing anything anyway. And despite his anti-social tendencies, he did like to party. Quite a bit.

He grabbed a water bottle filled with Hawaiian Punch mixed with vodka from his hiding place in the closet and headed down the hallway.

He passed Kyle’s room on the way and stuck his head in. Kyle was the one person he’d connected with since school started and they hung out together pretty much all the time.

“Are you going to 216 for this party?” Greg asked.

“Nah, I’m going out with Carrie,” Kyle said.

“Have you heard anything about it?” Greg asked.

“Nope, not a thing,” Kyle replied. “I think it’s just a spur of the moment deal.”

“Cool,” Greg replied. “Catch you later. Have fun with Carrie.”

Kyle said he would and Greg continued on down the hall.

Because it was 7pm on a Friday night, the dorm was pretty empty. Most of the other young men were already out and about, getting drunk and hitting on whatever young women they could find.

Eventually Greg made his way to room 216. He knocked and was ushered in.

The small room was crowded, with about 20 of his fellow freshman—some with faces he recognized, some with ones he didn’t—sitting on the floor, cross-legged, most of whom had some kind of alcohol in their hand. The excitement was palpable, the room abuzz.

“What’s going on?” Greg asked, confused by the setup.

“Just sit down and get comfortable,” said a voice. He looked over towards the corner of the room and saw that the speaker was Seth Johnson, one of the inhabitants of room 216 and the craziest person he’d met so far. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Greg shrugged and sat down, taking a spot as far away as possible from the others, near the door. He didn’t take part in the limited conversation. He was content to watch the others. He’d always been more of an observer than a participant. That was just the way he rolled.

He took a sip of his drink and grimaced a bit as it went down. It was a strong-ass drink, with four full shots of vodka mixed in. A few drinks later, the bottle was half-empty and he was already starting to get a nice buzz going.

Five minutes later Seth nodded to Andy Leonard, his roommate, who was on the other side of the room. Andy nodded back, then turned and locked the door.

“Is everybody ready?” Seth asked, a wicked little grin on his face.

“Fuck yeah,” someone replied immediately. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

The rest of the room broke out in nervous laughter and a few other threw out their own versions of the same sentiment.

Meanwhile, Greg just sat and watched, feeling a bit weird about the situation. Something didn’t seem quite right but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The good thing was, he didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought about him, so if things did indeed get too weird, he’d have no problem bailing out in a heartbeat, regardless of the catcalls he’d receive.

“All right, everybody shut up,” Seth said.

For the most part, the room complied.

There was another round of cheers as Seth grabbed something off the bookshelf and held it up above his head as though it was The Holy Grail itself. Greg realized it was a videotape.

“Behold!” Seth said. “Every young man’s dream! The reason why we all came to college!”

“What is it?” someone called out.

“What the fuck do you think it is?” Seth said. “It’s a fucking porno!”

The room erupted in cheers once again.

Greg shifted in his seat. He was no stranger to porn—he’d seen a few movies in high school—but he wasn’t real big on watching it in a roomful of young men, and relative strangers at that. But he took another sip of his punch and vodka mixture and decided to ride it out for the time being.

Seth slipped the videotape into the VCR and addressed the crowd. “Are you guys ready to see some tits and ass!” he bellowed.

The crowd roared “YES!”  in unison, all except for Greg, who was still content to observe.

Seth pressed play and the video began.

It was a typical mid-90’s porno, with cheesy production values and a lame attempt at a plot. The pizza delivery boy delivered a pizza to a stacked blonde with huge fake tits and a tiny little body wearing nothing but lingerie as she greeted him at the door. Less than a minute later they both had their clothes off and were going at it with reckless abandon.

Meanwhile, the room was buzzing more than ever. The young men were playing their part, laughing and chattering and throwing out catcalls every once in a while.

Greg was still feeling pretty uncomfortable, but not quite enough to take the step of leaving. At least, not yet. Despite knowing better, he was enjoying the movie, as he always had, turned on by the sheer nastiness on the screen and able to dismiss the cheesiness.

The group of young men in the room with him were a problem, yes, but not a big enough one for him to leave. It wasn’t like he had a television in his dorm room, let alone a VCR. And even if he did, he still wouldn’t have access to the kind of movies he was watching right now. Being in the company of twenty other young men was definitely an issue, but not a big enough one yet to cause a problem.

And then that all changed.

Always the ringleader, Seth pressed pause on the movie. He’d caught it at a horrible time (or perfect, if you thought he was just messing with everyone, as Greg did) with the camera focusing solely on the male talent’s face, his mouth open and his eyes closed as he gave it to his female co-star.

A round of grunts and curses filled the room.

“Just hold on one minute,” Seth said. His mouth was turned up in a wry smile and he looked very pleased with himself. It was obvious he loved the attention.

“What’s the holdup?” someone said, his voice full of angst. Greg knew the speaker. It was a weasely little guy named Mark.

“Quiz time,” Seth said. “I want to see a show of hands for everyone who’s got a stiffy right now.”

“What?” Mark asked. “I don’t understand.”

“Raise your hand if you have a boner,” Andy said as though explaining a particularly easy math problem to a third-grader.

“Oh,” Mark said.

Nobody moved.

“Don’t lie,” Seth said. “We’re not starting this baby back up until I know the truth. From all of you.”

But still, nobody took the bait. It was a if nobody wanted to be the first one to admit to such a thing in the company of others.

Finally Mark said, “Fuck it,” and raised his hand high.

The seal now broken, the rest of the room threw their hands up into the air. Except Greg. He stood up and headed towards the door.

“What’s the matter, Greg?” Seth asked, his voice mocking. “You don’t have a boner?”

“It ain’t that,” Greg said, reaching for the door.

“Then what is it?” Seth said. “You think you’re too good for the rest of us?”

“I don’t think it,” Greg replied as he opened the door. “I know it.” And with that, he exited the room and shut the door behind him.

As he walked down the hall he could hear the combination of laughter and outrage coming from the room behind him. But he didn’t give a fuck. He was completely comfortable with himself and his decision. There would be plenty of other time for plenty of other porno movies. There was no reason to suffer through that debacle of a party just to get a glimpse of some tits and ass.

 

#

 

Two hours later Greg found himself outside of room 216 again. He’d had quite a bit to drink and decided he wanted to watch some porn, but without the cavalcade of young men around him.

Seth and Andy were long gone, having gone to a fraternity party being put on by the frat that Seth’s brother was in. Greg knew they wouldn’t be back for another couple of hours at least, and figured since he had nothing else going on, he’d check to see if by chance they’d left their door unlocked.

They hadn’t, of course, but they had left their window cracked open a bit. So Greg stuck his hand in the opening and pushed it open, then crawled inside the room.

Once in, he didn’t waste any time. Greg closed the window, made sure the blinds were closed, then turned on the TV. The video was still in the VCR, so Greg pressed play. He fast-forwarded through the crap and got straight to the sex.

A few minutes later he had a raging boner. He undid his zipper and pulled his cock out and was servicing himself, just looking to finish up and get the hell out of the room before anyone else showed up.


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