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EROTIC PLAYTHINGS

8 HARDCORE STORIES

Jesse Flynn

Tommy Sins

Shane Tyler

JT Holland

Tory Mynx

Dakota Rain

Dirk Rockwell

Scotty Diggler

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Copyright 2018 by AE 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

GETTING FREAKY WITH THE KINKY MILF BY JESSE FLYNN

SLAMMING HER HARD BY TOMMY SINS

BANGING A COUPLE OF FILTHY LADIES BY SHANE TYLER

KINKY KRISTA BY JT HOLLAND

THE ALPHA FEMALE IS HOT AND BOTHERED BY TORY MYNX

SEXY BABE SEEKING HORNY MEN BY DAKOTA RAIN

THE BARELY LEGAL SLUT LOVES IT IN THE BUTT BY DIRK ROCKWELL

PAYING BACK HIS EX-WIFE BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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GETTING FREAKY WITH THE KINKY MILF 

JESSE FLYNN


Hank Griffen was embarrassed. He didn’t know what to do. A couple hours ago he’d called a number given to him by a friend, and now, at eight o’clock in the evening, he was standing in a hotel room next to a gorgeous cougar wearing high heels and a little purple dress that left very little to the imagination.

She’d said her name was Layla and she was a tall, stunning brunette with an incredible body; rock hard from head to toe, tan skin, long, shapely legs, toned arms, and enormous tits.

Layla was a little older than Hank had been expecting, probably in her early-thirties, a good 8-10 years older than him. Not that he minded. In fact, an older woman was exactly what he needed right now. Someone to take charge, to show him the ropes. That was what this whole night was about anyhow.

“Is this the first time you’ve done something like this?” Layla asked.

Hank nodded. Then he realized that she might not have been asking what he’d thought she was. “Not my first time having sex,” he added hastily, “Just my first time with a—”

“Escort?” Layla asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“And that makes you uncomfortable?”

“A little bit.”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” she said. “Just pretend like you picked me up in a bar or something. You’ve done that before, right?”

“Not exactly,” he said.

“What about a party or a concert, something like that? Have you ever gone home with a woman after a night on the town?”

Hank shook his head.

Layla offered him a little smile laced with pity. “How many times have you had sex?”

He shrugged. “Fifteen, twenty times maybe. Something like that.”

“Let me guess,” Layla said. “All with the same girl?”

“Yeah.”

“Your girlfriend, I assume?”

“My ex-girlfriend,” Hank said.

“Gotcha,” Layla said. “And what kind of sex are we talking about here?”

“Just the basics,” he said.

“What does that mean to you exactly? I’m guessing your idea of the basics is far different from mine.”

Hank shrugged again. “I don’t know. Missionary, mostly,” he said, his tone reflecting his discomfort at talking openly about his sex life, or lack thereof.

“What about blow jobs?” Layla asked.

“Not really,” he said, blushing just a hair. “Once or twice, and only for a short time. Thirty seconds each, maybe.”

“Did you give you hand jobs? Jerk you off?”

“Sometimes,” Hank said.

“Did you ever give her anal sex?”

His face turned bright red from embarrassment. “No. She said didn’t like it.”

“What about your fingers?” Layla asked. “Did you ever use them on her? Play with her pussy, rub her clit, anything like that?”

“A few times,” he said. “Just to get her warmed up.”

Layla laughed under her breath and shook her head.

“What?” Hank said.

“Nothing,” she replied. “I just feel bad for you, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Because your girlfriend was such a prude,” Layla said. “Okay, so a few more questions and then we can get started.”

“Okay,” Hank said.

“What about porn?” she asked.

“What about it?”

“Do you ever watch it?”

Hank shrugged. “Occasionally,” he said, his embarrassment growing even further. He looked down at the floor, unable to meet her eyes.

“Hardcore stuff?” Layla asked.

His eyes flashed up in annoyance. “What difference does it make?”

“I’m just trying to get a feel for how much you know, what you’re aware of, so I don’t make you uncomfortable,” she said. “I want you to have a good time, you know. That’s kind of my job description.”

“Assume I don’t know anything at all,” he said. “Because I feel like I don’t.”

“Fair enough,” Layla said. She took a couple steps towards Hank until she was standing right in front of him, their bodies practically touching. “So here’s what we’ll do. Imagine that ten minutes ago, we were at a bar. You were standing there, having a drink, when I came up to you.”

Her voice changed, grew infinitely more sexy, soft and throaty. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear: “You’re fucking gorgeous. I’d love to take you back to my hotel room and ravish you.”

Hank took a deep breath. He tried to swallow but his throat was suddenly dry. He knew Layla was just playing a role, but she was so convincing that it didn’t matter. Even though he knew better, on some level he thought her words actually reflected her feelings.

“Just follow my lead,” Layla said, still whispering seductively, her tone dripping need and desire. “I’ll take care of you, big boy. I’ll take you places you’ve never been before.”  

 “Okay,” Hank managed to squeak out, his entire body tingling with excitement as she took his hand and led him to the couch.

Once they reached the couch, Layla turned Hank around so his back was towards it, then give him a little push, dropping him onto the cushions. She spread his legs apart, stepped in between them, and pulled her dress over her head, revealing her huge, natural breasts in all their glory. The only thing left on her body was her black g-string and 3-inch fuck-me pumps.

Hank took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm himself. His cock was hard just from looking at her. It was pressing up against his jeans painfully.

Looking down at him, her face deadly serious, Layla grab ahold of her tits and started groping herself, rubbing her nipples and squeezing them to get them hard. She cupped her hand beneath one of her tits and brought it up towards her mouth and started sucking on the nipple.

“Do you like these tits?” Layla said.

Hank nodded. There was no way he could talk right now.

“Do you want to taste them?”

Hank nodded again.

Layla climbed onto the couch, straddling Hank’s groin. He sucked in his breath quickly and bit down on his bottom lip. Just the pressure of her ass on his dick was almost enough to make him cum.

“A little bit jumpy, huh?” Layla said.

“Yeah,” Hank said softly, barely more than a whisper.

“That’s okay. When you’re ready to cum just let it go. It doesn’t matter how soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Layla said. “There’s nothing wrong with expending one bullet early. In fact, it’s a good thing.”

“How can that possibly be a good thing?” Hank asked.

“Because it takes a lot of pressure off,” she replied. “Which makes it easier to last longer the second time around.”

“There’s going to be a second time?”

“There’s going to be as many as you can handle,” Layla said. “You paid for a full hour and that’s what you’re going to get. You can cum as many times as you want.”

“Really?” Hank said.

“Really,” she said. “Now let’s get on with it. We’re wasting time here.”

Layla leaned forward and stuck her tits in Hank’s face. She shook her chest from side to side, bouncing her tits off his head a few times before guiding one of her nipples into his mouth.

Hank sucked on Layla’s hard nipple like a baby while she slowly moved her ass back and forth, grinding on his cock, which was still trapped beneath his jeans but pressing hard against the denim.

Layla switched things up, giving Hank her other nipple and grinding on his cock more forcefully. His breath rate increased immediately, as did the force in which he went after Layla’s nipple.

Despite Layla telling him not to worry about how long he lasted before cumming, Hank was holding on as best he could. He was just too used to being done after his first orgasm.

But Layla was having none of it. She could sense how far along Hank was and was determined to finish him off. She pulled her nipple from between his lips, then leaned in and stuck her tongue in his mouth and started to explore.

As Hank returned her kiss, Layla started riding his cock, moving her ass forward and back against it and bouncing up and down on it. His hands slipped down and grabbed her ass cheeks and held on for dear life as she rode him harder and harder, bringing him right to the point of explosion.

A soft gasping sound escape from Hank’s mouth and his body tensed up for just a moment then released, sending his sperm shooting out of his cock and creating a big wet spot on his jeans. His ejaculation was followed by an immediate sense of disappointment, which was plain on his face.

“What’s the matter?” Layla asked. She was still sitting on his lap but had stopped grinding on him after he came.

Hank shrugged. “I just feel, I don’t know, lame. Embarrassed.”

“For what? Cumming so quickly?”

He nodded sheepishly.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Layla said. “You did exactly what I told you to.”

“I know,” Hank said. “But still, it just doesn’t feel right. I don’t know if I’ll be able to even get it up again.”

“Don’t worry, that part won’t be a problem at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me,” Layla said. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Fair enough.”

Layla leaned in and gave Hank a little kiss on the cheek then climbed off of him and dropped down to her knees on the floor, her body between his legs. She undid his belt, his top button, and his zipper, then pulled his jeans off, followed by his boxers.

Hank’s cock was no longer hard but it was still chubby. Layla grabbed a hold of it and slapped it against her cheek a couple of times then took it in her mouth.

Hank let out a shocked little gasp. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to happen next but he knew it wasn’t that. Much to his surprise he could feel his cock already growing harder as Layla blew him.

Layla worked his cock gently at first, sucking on the head while slowly working his shaft with her hand, staring up at him, her eyes locked on his entire time. As Hank’s cock got harder and harder, she gradually worked her lips further and further down his shaft until she was taking it halfway every time, her hand no longer in the mix.

Once Hank’s cock was back to the point it had been before cumming the first time—rock-hard and sticking straight up—Layla started mixing things up. She pulled her mouth off his cock and ran her tongue along the underside of it, licking it from his balls to the tip, maintaining eye contact all the while.

“See?” Layla said, smiling up at him. “I told you getting hard again wouldn’t be a problem.”

“You were right,” Hank said.

“I always am,” she said before going back to work on his cock, this time going after it with more intensity.

As Hank looked on with amazement, Layla took his whole cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down in fast, rhythmic pumps while her hand  massaged his balls.

After blowing Hank without pause for half a minute, Layla dropped her head down one last time, but instead of pulling back up she held it there, deepthroating him with ease.

She held his cock in her throat for at least 10 seconds before pulling her head back and letting it slide out of her mouth.

“Holy shit,” Hank said, laughing under his breath.

“You liked that, did you?”

“I fucking loved it.”

“Then you’re going to love this too,” she said.

Layla sat a little bit higher up, so her tits were practically touching Hank’s cock. She gathered up some saliva and spit it on his cock and worked it in with her hand, getting it all nice and slippery. Then she leaned forward and stuck his cock between her tits, squeezing them tight.

“Oh my God,” Hank moaned as she started bouncing on his cock. “That feels so fucking good.”

“I told you you’d like it,” Layla said, smiling up at him.

“And you were right again,” he said.

“Of course I was,” she said.

Layla titty-fucked him like she’d done it hundreds of times—which she undoubtedly had—constantly letting saliva drip from her mouth, keeping things slick enough that his cock glided perfectly along her skin.

Squeezing her tits tighter together, Layla bounced up and down with more and more speed, the bottom of her  tits smacking the top of his legs with a fleshy sound at the tail end of every thrust.

Hank watched, mesmerized as the tip of his cock poked out from behind her tits, practically touching the bottom of her chin, only to disappear again a half second later as she continued titty-fucking him.

Hank was shocked to feel another feel another orgasm coming on. He never even come twice in one day before, let alone within minutes of each other. He still had a little ways to go, but it wouldn’t be long at all before he got there.

As if able to read his mind, Layla released his cock from between her tits. But instead of giving him a chance to gather himself, she immediately popped the head of his cock into her mouth and started sucking on it while her hand worked his shaft.

It wasn’t long before she was taking his cock halfway down, her head bouncing up and down more quickly while her hand released the shaft of his cock and wandered down to play with his balls.

Looking up at Hank the whole time, Layla went after his cock with more urgency, making his cock completely disappear with every pump, her hair flying everywhere while wet, gagging sound escaped from her throat and her fingers gently caressed his balls.

Hank realized he was about to cum and tried to pull away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Layla asked, letting his cock slip out of her mouth and grabbing ahold of it with her hand.

“I’m trying to take a little break before I cum again,” Hank said.

“What’s wrong with cumming again?” Layla said, taking a moment to run her tongue up the underside of his cock before continuing. “Sometimes expending two bullets is better than one. Especially for someone as wound up as you are.”

“But I haven’t even got to fuck you yet,” Hank said.

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for that,” Layla smacked his cock against her cheek a couple of times. “We’ve still got more than half an hour left.”

“But I’ll know if I’ll be able to get it up a third time.”

“You will,” Layla said. “I guarantee it. Now just sit back and relax and let me do my thing.”

She scooted her legs back, giving Hank a better view of her plump, round ass and dropping her head a little further down. Then she took his balls in her mouth and started to suck on them while her hand stroked his cock.

“Oh, all right,” Hank said, giving in to her demands. “If you insist.”

Layla played with his balls for a little while, licking and gurgling them, taking them both in her mouth and pulling down on his sack while she continued jerking him off, tightening his skin and increasing the sensitivity.

“Holy shit,” Hank said, his entire body on edge, his hands curled up into fists. “I don’t know how much more I can handle.”

Taking this as a cue, Layla released his balls with her mouth and went back to blowing him proper, her lips moving up and down on his cock while her hand followed, working his shaft in perfect harmony with her mouth.


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