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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.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hank said under his breath as he quickly climbed towards another orgasm. “I can’t believe I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

Layla continued blowing him, her eyes locked on his, her mouth engulfing his cock, making it disappear, the copious amounts of saliva allowing her to glide over his cock with just the right amount of pressure.

And then Hank was there, his body bucking beneath Layla as a bolt of electricity shot down his spine and his cock released it’s bounty for the second time that evening. It was shorter than the first time but more intense, almost painful.

Layla pulled her mouth of his cock at the last possible moment, her hand still jerking him off as he came, sending his milky white sperm shooting all over her tits and stomach.

As Hank wound down, Layla smacked his cock against her tits a couple times, laughing softly as he flinched. Then she took his cock in her mouth, sucking on the tip of it, drawing every last drop from it.

“Holy shit,” Hank said, flopping back onto the couch.

“That was good, huh?” Layla asked.

“Hell yes.”

“Better than the first time.”

Smiling, Hank nodded.

“Just wait until the next one,” Layla said.

“I don’t know if I can get it up again, let alone cum again.”

“I thought we already talked about that,” she said. “It won’t be a problem, trust me.”

“I don’t know . . .” Hank started.

“Have I let you down yet?” Layla asked.

“No, I guess you haven’t.”

“What makes you think I’m going to start now?”

“Good point,” Hank said.

Layla stood up and held out her hand. “Come on, get up.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Hank took Layla’s hand and allowed her to help him up. She led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“A little wake-up call,” she said, climbing in after it had warmed up. “Have you ever showered with a woman before?”

Hank shook his head.

“It’s all about the feel of things,” Layla said as the water poured over her. “Just touching the other person while they’re all wet. Their hair, their bodies, and especially their skin. Go ahead. Feel free.”

Hank rubbed his hands on her skin, starting with her shoulders and moving down her arms. The water made her skin exponentially smoother, almost like oil. He rubbed her tits, her belly, her thighs. She returned the favor, running her hands through his wet hair, over his chest, down to his asscheeks.

“It doesn’t have to be overtly sexual,” Layla said, turning around, giving him her back. “Just think of it as foreplay. Getting yourself warmed up for round three.”

Hank ran his hands down her back, over her hips. He grabbed her round ass and gave it a squeeze. Layla moaned softly. His breath growing more rapid and his cock—to his everlasting amazement—already showing signs of life, he squeezed them a little more firmly.

It wasn’t long before Hank was pressing his body up against Layla, his chest against her back, his cock pushing up against her ass while his hands explored her incredible tits, rubbing and groping them and tweaking her nipples.

“See?” Layla whispered, turning her head to the side. “I told you it wouldn’t be a problem.”

“And you were right,” Hank said, his cock rock-hard for the third time in less than an hour. “Again.”

“And now, when you fuck me proper, you’ll last even longer because you’ve already expended two bullets.”

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” Hank said. “You’ve got me all riled up.”

“Well, it’ll be longer than you would have otherwise,” Layla said, offering him a wicked smile.

Hank had no doubt she was right. He wouldn’t have lasted more than five seconds inside her to start the evening. Now he might actually be able to last a minute or two. If he was lucky. But it was still better than the alternative.

“Speaking of which,” Layla said, shutting off the water. “Let’s get started.”

She grabbed his hand and led him out of the shower. After they quickly dried themselves off, Layla took Hank by the cock and led him over to the bed.

“I’m not going to waste any more of your erection sucking your cock,” she said as she dropped onto the bed. She was lying on her back, her legs spread open, her pussy staring Hank right in the face as he stood there, dumbfounded, just looking at her.

Layla slipped two fingers inside her pussy and started playing around in there, getting herself nice and wet. “I want you to come over here and stick that hard cock of yours in my soaking wet pussy and fuck me until you can’t take it anymore,” she said. “And then I want you to cum inside me. Can you handle that?”

Unable to speak, Hank just nodded.

“Then come on over here,” Layla said, beckoning him over.

Hank didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed onto the bed and slid his body up until he was between Layla’s legs. Unable to resist her any longer, he grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into her pussy.

Entering Layla was like slipping into a pool of exotic oil. Moist and slippery and warm, her pussy swallowed his cock utterly and completely, caressing it like a long-lost soul mate.

Hank’s breath rate quickened as he moved against her, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy of it’s own accord, his thrusts moving faster and faster as his body started operating solely on instinct.

“Just like that,” Layla said, her voice soft and serious, her eyes locked on his. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”

She wrapped her arms around the back of Hank’s neck and pulled his head down towards hers. While he continued moving against her, Layla pressed her lips against his and started exploring his mouth with her tongue.

Kissing Layla while fucking her took Hank’s excitement to a whole different level. He wasn’t sure exactly why but there was no denying it. It was extremely sensual, almost unbearably so.

As if able to read Hank’s mind, Layla released her hold on him. He lifted his head up, breaking their kiss and allowing himself to gain a little bit of control once again, hopefully putting off his impending orgasm for at least a little while longer.

Layla was moving her body against Hank’s now, pushing her hips forward as his drove down, forcing his cock deeper inside her pussy. They had reached a good rhythm, their bodies moving in time with each other like they’d done this a hundred times before.

Hank closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on something else, but it was impossible. Layla simply felt too good. She demanded all his attention. He was torn between wanting to cum and wanting to make things last longer. But in the end, nature won. It was in his DNA to expel his seed, and despite his desire to hold out as long as possible, he was right on the verge of finishing.

Layla must have seen it in his face, as she nodded her head, her eyes locked on his. “Cum inside me,” she said, her voice an alluring combination of sweetness and desire. “I want to feel your warmth spreading inside me.”

Hearing her talk like that was the final straw. Hank slammed his cock into her a couple more times, giving it to her harder than he had all night, and then his body tensed for a couple nearly unbearable seconds before releasing in a rush, sending his sperm shooting out of his cock and into Layla’s wet warmth.

“Holy fucking shit,” Hank said as he spasmed against her, his body shaking as he expelled his essence for the third time in less than an hour. The orgasm was less intense than the other two, yet somehow better, more meaningful, perhaps because it had come while actually having intercourse.

Once Hank’s cock was completely drained, he laughed softly and shook his head before letting his cock slip out of Layla’s pussy for the final time. He rolled off her and dropped down to the bed, lying on his back next to her, his breath quick and ragged.

“So?” Layla asked, turning to look at him. “Did you have a good time?”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Hank said. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum three times in a week, let alone an hour.”

“That’s no easy feat,” she said. “Let me tell you.”

“Sorry they were all so quick.”

“Don’t be,” Layla said. “It doesn’t really matter how long you last if you can go multiple times. Of course, if you want to really please a girl, you’ll have to learn a few new tricks.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” Hank replied. “The biggest problem is just getting the opportunity.”

“That’s the easy part,” she said. “Opportunity is never more than a phone call away. Assuming you can afford the charges, of course. Which aren’t really all that much, actually, considering the lack of auxiliary expenses.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Think about how much it costs for dinner and a movie these days,” Layla said. “Plus a couple drinks at the bar. For what? A chance at maybe getting in the sack with someone? For pretty much the same price you can get a guaranteed result. And with someone who knows what they’re doing on top of that.”

Hank laughed. “That’s true,” he said. “I’ve never really thought of it that way before. So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call sometime?”

“Not at all,” she said. “In fact, I’m already looking forward to it.”

“So am I,” Hank said, feeling good about himself for the first time in as long as he could remember. “So am I.”

 

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SLAMMING HER HARD

TOMMY SINS


Daniel and Josie had been lovers for going on three months. They’d met each other through a mutual friend and had hit it off right away. Not dating, as neither really had time for a true relationship, but getting together for sex on a regular basis.

At first, the sex was great—passionate and fun—but lately things had started to get a little stale. Stale enough, in fact, that Josie had recently been making waves about calling the affair off. Unless Daniel was willing to try something new. Something Josie had always wanted but had never quite had the guts to ask for. At least, not from Daniel.

 

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They were sitting on the living room couch in Josie’s apartment after a night out at a bar with friends. Both were pretty drunk, if not quite wasted. It was shortly after midnight.

“We have to figure this out,” Josie said, shifting her body so she was facing Daniel.

“Figure what out?”

“Whether or not this is going to continue working.”

“I didn’t realize there was a problem,” Daniel said.

Josie flashed him a look of disbelief.

“Okay, so I know things have been different lately,” Daniel said. “But I didn’t realize it was that big of a problem.”

“Well, it is,” Josie said. “Enough of a problem that we need to mix things up if we want to continue getting together.”

“Okay,” Daniel said. “What do you suggest we do about it?”

“I had a few ideas.”

Daniel gave her a sideways look. “Like what?”

“I think we need to kick things up a notch,” Josie said.

“In what way?”

Josie turned to face Daniel. She was a decently-sized girl, standing almost 5’8” and weighing in at right about 120 pounds, with long blonde hair and big brown eyes. Her face was more slutty than cute, but she had a rockin’ body, with perfectly-sized breasts, a slim figure, tight ass and legs that didn’t quit.

“I want you to rough me up,” she said.

“What?” Daniel said, confused. While Josie was definitely a freak in bed, so far they hadn’t done anything too far out of the ordinary. Sure, there had been some light hair pulling and the occasional gentle smack on the ass, but certainly nothing too deviant. If she wouldn’t have specifically asked for him to get rough he never would have imagined that she liked it that way.

“You know,” Josie said. “Smacking me around. Choking me, that sort of thing.”

“Really?” Daniel said, a bit uncomfortable with the idea.

“Sure,” Josie said. “Why not?”

Daniel shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t think you were into that sort of thing.”

“Well, I am,” she said. “Why, aren’t you?”

“Not really.”

“Oh,” Josie said. She was clearly disappointed.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Daniel said. “I’m no goody-goody, but the sort of thing you’re talking about? It’s not really my style.”

“So you’ve tried it before?”

“Once or twice.”

“But you didn’t like it.”

“Not really,” Daniel said. More to the point, he didn’t like himself after doing it. But there was no need to go into that right now.

“Well, that’s too bad,” Josie said. “Because the way things have been going, we need to do something different.”

“It hasn’t been that bad.”

“No, but it hasn’t been all that great either. Not lately at least.”

“And you think this will change things,” Daniel said, his tone skeptical.

Josie smiled. “I know it will.”

“I don’t know—”

“You want to give me what I want, right,” Josie said.

“Of course,” Daniel replied.

“Well, this is what I want.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Absolutely,” Josie said.

Daniel dropped his eyes and shook his head.

“What’s the problem?” Josie said.

“I’m just not comfortable doing those kinds of things to you,” Daniel said. “Or to anyone, really.”

“That’s the whole point,” she said. “To take you out of your comfort zone.”

“I know,” Daniel said. “But—”

“But nothing,” Josie said. “You asked me what it would take to keep this little affair of ours going, and I’m telling you. If you’d rather we just go our separate ways—”

“You know that’s not what I want.”

“Well then, you know what you have to do.”

“I know,” Daniel said. “I just don’t know if I can.”

“Think of me as one of your ex-girlfriends, someone who dumped a few years ago for no reason at all, if that helps. What’s that one girl’s name you always used tell me about? Allie?”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed at the mention of her name.

“Oh yeah, that’s the one,” Josie said, flashing him a wicked little smile. “Allie. Just pretend that I’m Allie and you finally have your chance to pay me back for everything I ever did to you.”

Daniel’s hand shot out and grabbed Josie around the throat. Her smile grew wider.

“Is this what you want?” Daniel said. “Is this how you want me to treat you?”

Josie started to answer but Daniel gripped her throat tighter so she just nodded her head.

Daniel smacked her in the face with an open palm. The sound echoed about the room. “What about that?” He smacked her again, hard enough to leave a red mark on her cheek. “Do you like that too?”

Josie nodded once more. Her entire face was turning red from lack of oxygen.

Daniel released her throat, giving her a chance to breathe. She did so in gasping breaths but her smile never wavered.

“Fine,” Daniel said, grabbing a handful of her hair and walking over towards the bed, dragging her along with him. “If you want me to treat you like shit, I’ll treat you like shit. But I don’t want to hear you complaining about it later.”

“Never,” she said.

When they reached the bed, Daniel spun Josie around so she was facing it. He bent her over, pushing her upper body down until it was flat on the covers, her legs still straight, her muscles taut.

Pressing up against her, his rapidly growing cock pushing up against her tight little ass, Daniel loosened his tie and pulled it over his head. Then he grabbed both of Josie’s arms and yanked them behind her back. Holding her wrists together with one hand, he looped the still-knotted tie around them and pulled it tight, trapping her arms together behind her back, incapacitating them.

“This is what you want, right?” Daniel said, leaning over her, the weight of his upper body lying on her back and his mouth right next to her ear. “For me to tie you up and use you however I please?”

“Yes,” Josie said. “That’s exactly what I want.”

“No holds barred, right,” Daniel asked.

“None,” she said.

“All right then, you asked for it. Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t.”

Daniel leaned back, lifting his weight off Josie. He flipped her flimsy little skirt up, exposing her tight little ass, yanked her G string to the side, revealing her shaved snatch, then grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into her pussy. It went in easily, with no resistance at all. Based on how wet she was, apparently Josie truly did enjoy being treated like shit.

Daniel started hammering away at her pussy with extreme aggression right from the get-go, not even bothering to take things slow. He gave her his entire cock from tip to base, slamming his body into hers hard enough to push her body deeper into the bed with every thrust.

“Holy fuck yes,” she said. “Just like that. Treat me like a little fucking whore.”

Daniel grabbed ahold of her hair, and gave it a sharp yank, pulling her head up and back until it was right alongside his. He twisted her head sideways so they were making eye contact while he spoke.

“Shut your fucking mouth,” he said. “I don’t want to hear your annoying little voice again. Understand?”

Josie nodded.

Daniel turned her head forward, then pushed on the back of it, forcing her upper body back down onto the bed. He went back to fucking her from behind, his hands around her hips to pull her towards him as he came forward, allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.

He was pummeling her so aggressively that she started making loud grunting sounds every time they are bodies slammed together. Reaching down, Daniel put his hands on the back of her head and pushed on it, forcing it deeper into the covers, muffling her cries.

“What did I say to you about making noise,” Daniel said. “Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He let up on Josie’s head, giving her a chance to breathe. She did so quietly, and was able to keep from making any noise when he went back to pounding her pussy.

After hammering away on her for a full minute, giving it to her balls deep the entire time, Daniel decided to switch things up a little bit. Keeping his cock firmly planted inside her pussy, he pulled his hand back and gave her a smack on the ass with an open palm, hard enough to leave a handprint.

Josie let out a little yelp, obviously caught off-guard. Her head was still on the covers but turned to the side, her slutty little face visible to Daniel. He reached down and covered her mouth with his hand, squeezing her jaw.

“You’re not a very good listener are you,” Daniel said, staring down at Josie. “I guess I’m going to have to punish you some more.” He smacked her ass again, harder this time.

Josie yelped once more but Daniel’s hand muffled the sound. “Nope,” he said. “Not very good at all.” He smacked her ass again and again she couldn’t stop herself from making noise.

“You do realize I’m going to keep doing this until you figure out how to keep quiet,” Daniel said. “I don’t care if your ass is bleeding by the time I’m done. You will learn to keep your fucking mouth shut.”

He smacked her again. And again. And again. Her ass was shining bright red before she finally figured out how to keep quiet.

“See,” Daniel said. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Josie’s eyes were leaking tears, making her mascara run, and her entire face was red. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and her chest was heaving.

Breaking character for a moment, Daniel said, “Are we done with this ridiculousness yet? Tell me you’ve had enough.”

Josie shook her head. “More,” she whispered. “I want more.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she said, smiling like a demon.

“All right,” Daniel said, sounding reluctant, but at this point, he wasn’t. He was having fun with this, more fun than he’d thought possible. And his cock was harder than ever. “If you insist.”

Daniel picked Josie up and flipped her over onto her back, her still-bound arms now underneath her body. He yanked her panties off, balled them up, and stuck them in her mouth. Then he spread her legs, opening her pussy wide. He was having so much fun that he needed to give his cock a little break, so instead of sticking it in Josie’s gaping, soaking wet pussy, he decided on something else for a little while.

“You love getting finger-fucked, don’t you,” he said, knowing full well that she did. “It’s one of your favorite things in the world, right?”

Josie nodded.

“So guess what,” Daniel said, staring down at her. “I’m going to give you exactly what you love so much. So I’d better not hear you complaining.”

And with that, he slipped three fingers into her pussy and started banging away, sliding them in and out of her pussy as quickly as he could, hammering away at her insides while her snatch grew more and more wet.

Daniel stuck a fourth finger inside her, eliciting a gasp from behind Josie’s panty-gag. Her eyes were wide and excited, her breath rapid and her face red. Her pussy was squeezing his fingers, forcing the blood from them, but he continued slamming them inside her as hard as he can, his arm working furiously as he stared down at her.

“You like that, don’t you?” he said. “You like having your pussy filled to the brim, stretched out as far as it can, don’t you?”

Josie nodded vigorously but her eyes were showing signs of distress. Sometimes too much of a good thing was simply too much.

“Oh, struggling a bit with it, are you?” Daniel said. “I guess I’ll have to help you take your mind off your pussy.”

Still slamming his fingers in and out of her, Daniel used his free hand to yank Josie’s shirt up and grab her right tit. He groped it for a little while, hard enough to leave finger-marks, then gave it a sharp slap.

Josie flinched and let out a moan behind her gag. She shook her head quickly back and forth, her hair flying everywhere, her breath growing more rapid.

Daniel gave her other tit the same treatment and he got the same result. He wasn’t sure if she was in pain or ecstasy or both, but knew that nothing he was doing would cause permanent damage, so he continued on.

At the very least, by the end of the evening, she would have learned a lesson. And who knows, perhaps she’d like it so much that he’d have the opportunity to do it to her again. Either way, he wasn’t going to stop. Or let up. Not yet.

He’d stopped banging her pussy but kept all four of his fingers deep inside her, his whole hand all but swallowed by her snatch. “Are you still having fun?” he asked.

Josie nodded vigorously.

“So you want me to keep going.”

She nodded again.

“Very well, then,” Daniel said. He took one of her nipples between his fingers and gave it a pinch and a twist, holding on to it as he did so.

Josie’s entire body twisted, turning sideways on the bed. Her legs tightened and then started to twitch and she turned her head sideways and screamed into the bed, the stream of curse words audible even from behind the gag.

Daniel marveled at Josie’s reaction, feeling a power he’d never felt before. Eventually he let go, allowing her a few seconds to recover before repeating the process with her other nipple. Josie’s reaction was the same, if not a little bit more intense.

Feeling emboldened, Daniel ran his hand up Josie’s chest and yanked her panties out of her mouth. After she’d had a chance to breathe normally for a few seconds, he grabbed ahold of her throat. Squeezing lightly, he resumed banging her pussy with his other hand, squeezing tighter and tighter as he moved his fingers faster and faster inside her. Josie’s pussy was absolutely gushing now, her juices getting everywhere, causing wet, smacking sounds as Daniel’s fingers slid in and out of her.

Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat and entire body shook and shimmied beneath him. For a moment, Daniel thought he’d taken things too far, but once she’d stopped shucking and jiving, he noticed that her face had a glow about it that he hadn’t seen before. It was then that he realized what had happened.

“Did you just have an orgasm?” he asked.

Josie nodded vigorously.

“You really do like this shit, don’t you?”

Smiling widely, she nodded again.

“So I’m guessing you don’t want me to stop,” he said. It wasn’t a question but she answered anyway.

“Hell no,” she said. “Keep doing what you’re doing. I fucking love it.”

Laughing, Daniel shook his head in disbelief. It seemed as though the worse he treated Josie, the more she liked it. With that in mind, he decided to turn things up a notch further. See just how far he could push the envelope.

Daniel slipped his fingers out of Josie’s pussy and stuck them in her mouth, forcing her to lick her pussy juices off them.

Once his fingers were clean, he climbed onto the bed, one leg on either side of Josie’s body, until he was straddling her chest, his cock hovering just above her face. He grabbed ahold of his cock and smacked it against her cheek a couple times, then rubbed it all over her face.

“Open your mouth,” Daniel said, staring down at Josie’s face, which looked even sluttier than usual with the smeared makeup and running mascara.

She did as she was told.

Using Josie’s hair to hold her head against the bed, Daniel pummeled her face with his cock, jack-hammering it into her mouth with furious intensity while she gagged and choked on it, her eyes fluttering.

“Look at me while I fuck your face,” he said, releasing her hair long enough to give her a smack on the cheek.

 Josie opened her eyes wide and kept them open as Daniel continued pummeling her mouth. He was giving her his entire cock, from tip to base, his balls slapping up against her chin at the tail end of every thrust.

Her gags grew louder, more pronounced, but Daniel didn’t slow down one bit. “Take it you fucking slut,” he said, staring down at her. “Take my fucking cock like the slut you are.”

He hammered his cock into her mouth one last time and held it there, deep in her throat, the head of his cock pressing up against something inside her. Josie gagged and coughed, but Daniel didn’t let up, forcing her to continue deepthroating him.

Josie tried to turn her head but Daniel had it trapped between his legs. And with her arms still incapacitated, she had no recourse.

“Take it you whore,” he said, pinching her nose shut with his fingers. “Swallow my fucking cock. Choke on it. You know you love it.”

Josie gagged again, more violently this time. Saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the bed. A few seconds later her struggle slowed considerably.

“That’s it,” Daniel said, releasing her nose. “Take it like a champ. That a girl.”

It wasn’t until Josie’s face started to turn pale and her eyes began to flutter that Daniel pulled his cock out of her throat. The blood rushed back to her face and her mouth opened wide in gasping breaths.

Daniel barely gave her a chance to get a few gulps of air before he dropped his balls into her mouth. Josie tried to breathe around them but every time she opened her mouth wider Daniel shoved them further inside.

Eventually Josie recovered enough that she suckled on his balls proper, gargling them in her mouth while Daniel jerked himself off and stared down at her face. Her makeup was smeared everywhere, her eyes bloodshot, her hair a mess but this made her look hotter than ever, a true slut. There was just one more thing that would complete the picture, and Daniel was really close to giving it to her. Just another couple minutes and he’d be ready.

On the verge of finishing up now, Daniel pulled his balls out of Josie’s mouth and slid down her body. Grabbing ahold of her ankles, he climbed to his feet, pulling her legs up with him as he stood, rolling her up until she was folded in half on the bed in the piledriver position. All her weight was on her shoulders and head, her ass in the air and her legs spread wide.

Josie was completely wide open and helpless, her puss gaping and soaking wet, just waiting to get fucked.

Holding Josie’s legs down with his hands, her knees on the bed, one on either side of her head, Daniel squatted down, then slid his cock into her pussy and started fucking his with everything he had, giving it to her with reckless abandon, his body hammering down on hers hard enough to make the bed shake and bounce.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good!” Josie screamed. Her eyes were wide and her face held an expression of discomfort, but the sound of her voice trumped all that. She wanted it just like she was getting it. Hard and rough, with no holds barred.

Daniel was grunting with every thrust, putting all his weight into it, slamming his body down onto Josie’s while she grunted and groaned beneath him.

“Break that pussy, break it in fucking half!” Josie screamed. It seemed like the harder he fucked her the louder she got. “I want it all. I want every last inch of you inside me!”

So Daniel did what he could, altering his angle of attack so he was leaning over her folded-in-half body, his palms on the bed, freeing up his lower half to jackhammer her pussy with the help of gravity.

He shifted one of his hands and wrapped it around Josie’s throat, choking her as he fucked her. This seemed to put Josie over the top, as shortly afterwards her body locked up for a moment before releasing with a newfound intensity as an orgasm shot through her. Her legs twitched and her chest heaved up and down, searching for air.

Daniel released Josie’s throat and she gasped deeply, then coughed, and then she was right back in the game, talking to Daniel without missing a beat.

“Give it to me,” she said, no longer screaming but talking in a low, guttural, animalistic voice. “Fuck me with the big cock of yours until you’re ready to cum all over my face.”

The change in Josie’s voice turned Daniel on more than he could have imagined. Something about the force in which she uttered the words was far hotter than the high-pitched screaming from before. It brought him right to the edge of orgasm. He sucked in some air, trying to hold out for as long as possible.

But Josie recognized the look and used it against him. “Don’t try to hide it,” she said. “I know what time it is.”

Daniel didn’t answer. He just kept pounding away at Josie’s pussy. But she didn’t stop. She knew.

“Give me your cum,” she said in her newly-minted, low-toned, demanding voice. “Make a mess of this slutty little face of mine. I want to feel your hot sperm all over me. I want to taste it. I want to swallow it. I want to feel it in my stomach. Give it to me, Daniel. Give it to me now.”

Daniel couldn’t hold out any longer. Cursing under his breath, he yanked his cock out of Josie’s pussy and scrambled forward, his legs on either side of her body. Squatting, he aimed his cock down at her face and jerked himself to completion, sending stream after stream of white cum shooting down to splash against her face.

By the time Daniel was finished Josie was covered in his cum. It was caked to her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids, her chin. A good portion had ended up in her mouth, which was still opened wide, a reservoir of white sperm visible.

As Daniel watched, Josie closed her mouth and swallowed, clearing her mouth of his sperm. Leaning down further, he stuck his cock in her mouth and held it there as she sucked the tip, drawing every last drop from him.

She sucked it hard enough to make him shudder, then finally stand up to get away from her, pulling his cock from her mouth with an audible pop.

“What’s the matter,” Josie said, smiling at him. “Can’t take it anymore?”

“You might want to be careful what you say,” Daniel said. “Considering your arms are still bound behind your back.”

“I’m not too worried about that,” she said. “After all, if you don’t untie them, how am I supposed to jerk you off later tonight?”

“Good point,” Daniel said. He slid his hands beneath her and undid the tie. “Better?”

“I don’t know about that,” Josie said. “But at least I can feel my arms again.” She grabbed the corner of the blanket and used it to wipe the rest of his cum off her face.

“What did you do that for?” Daniel asked. “I liked you like that.”

“I’m sure you did,” she said. “And you can make me look like that whenever you want.”

“Does that mean we’re not through?”

“Not if you can repeat what you did here tonight.”

“So you enjoyed yourself, huh?”

“Immensely,” she replied. “How about you?”

“More than I could have ever imagined,” Daniel replied.

“That’s good,” Josie said. “It was nice to see you step up your game. Of course, you’re going to have to let me be in charge every once in a while. If you can handle being the submissive, of course.”

“If you can handle it, I can too,” he said.

Josie’s smile was demonic. “We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”

“Yes we will,” Daniel said. “Yes we will indeed.”

 

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BANGING A COUPLE OF FILTHY LADIES

 SHANE TYLER


The year was 1995 and Matt 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 Matt 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, Matt 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?” Matt asked.

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

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

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

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

Kyle said he would and Matt 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 Matt 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?” Matt 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.”

Matt 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, Matt 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. Matt 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.

Matt 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 Matt, 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.

Matt 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 Matt 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.


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