FILTHY: A Steamy Romance Collection

by Brent, Amy

  All I knew was that it felt like my balls were going to explode if I didn’t fuck her soon.

  I had to see her. Talk to her. Touch her.

  Today. Now.

  I got dressed, picked up my phone, and headed next door.

  Lolita

  Holy shit. Ben Ryder was on my fucking front porch. I opened the door to see him standing there with his hands in his pockets and a nervous smile on his face.

  He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black polo shirt that hugged his muscular frame, and a pair of worn cowboy boots with pointy toes. The material of the shirt strained against his thick chest and shoulders. The jeans were tight enough to give me an idea of what bulged underneath. His tanned forearms were roped with sinewy muscle. He had a thick silver watch on his left wrist and a tattoo on his right arm that looked like an eagle holding a pitchfork.

  “Uh, hi,” I said, glancing up into his eyes and forcing a smile.

  “Hi, sorry to bother you,” he said, his voice deep and warm, just as I’d imagined it would be. “But I was wondering if I could use your phone.”

  I blinked at him. I felt myself swallow. I realized that I was licking my lips. I forced myself to stop. Funny, I had spent the last hour thinking of ways to seduce this guy and now that he was on my doorstep. I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

  “My phone?”

  He held up his cellphone. The screen was black. “Yeah, my cell died and I have no idea where the charger is. We don’t have a house phone and I need to call and check on my little boy. So, I was wondering if I could use your phone.”

  “Sure,” I said, trying not to gush. I pulled open the door and stepped aside. “Come on in.”

  I took a deep breath as he passed by, so close it made my skin tingle. My bare nipples immediately plumped up, pushing against the thin t-shirt, like little kids raising their hands and jumping up and down screaming, “ME! ME! NOTICE ME!”

  I glanced out the door at Mrs. Crown’s house across the street. I didn’t see the gossipy old biddy, but I knew she was watching. She was always watching.

  “Um, you can use the phone in the kitchen,” I said, leading the way. The t-shirt was short and fell just to the top of my ass. I could feel the string bikini working up between the crack between my ass cheeks. I wondered if he was watching my ass bounce as I walked. I hoped he was. My ass was tight and perfect and round and tanned to a golden brown. I wondered what it would feel like to have his fingers digging into my cheeks as he pounded me from behind.

  “I appreciate this,” he said. “It’s been a crazy couple of days.”

  “Oh, yeah, I’m so sorry about your wife,” I said with a sympathetic pout. “I didn’t know her that well, but she seemed nice. I babysat your son once, years ago.”

  “I had no idea,” he said. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I watched his chest rise and fall. I caught him looking at my stiff nipples poking through my shirt. I didn’t try to hide them. I couldn’t have if I’d tried. Just like he couldn’t hide the bulge in the front of his jeans. To the contrary, I put my hands behind my back and pushed my tits out at him. He licked his lips like a hungry man eyeing a dessert tray. I let my eyes drift down to the bulge in the front of his jeans. It was getting bigger.

  “So, there’s the phone,” I said, nodding at the old phone hanging on the wall. “Help yourself.”

  “Uh, thanks,” he said, shaking his head like he was coming out of a dream. “It’ll just take a second.”

  As he called to check on his son, I went to stand at the sink in the very spot where I’d seduced Jerry Falk three years ago. I thought about using the same tactic on Ben Ryder. All I’d have to do was pull off my t-shirt, push out my tits, rub my pussy a few times, and he would be mine. Pussy Power never failed.

  “Okay, that’s great,” Ryder said, turning his back to me with the phone at his ear. I could still hear the conversation. “No, don’t bother him if he’s outside with the boys. Yes, Sunday afternoon works for me. If you need me sooner, just call my cell. Okay, thanks, Em. I appreciate it.”

  “How is she going to call if your cellphone is dead?” I asked after he hung up the phone. The look on his face was priceless.

  He held up the cellphone and smiled. “Good question.”

  “Is your cellphone really dead, Mr. Ryder?”

  “Just call me Ryder,” he said, tucking the phone into his back pocket. He folded his thick arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. “And what should I call you?”

  I gave him an innocent smile. “My name’s Lolita, but everyone calls me Lolita.”

  “Lolita? Like the movie?”

  “I think so,” I said, shrugging at him, making my tits bounce. “My mom was obsessed with that movie for some reason. Have you seen it? Lolita?”

  “I have,” he said, his head slowly bobbing. “Have you?” I shook my head no, even though my mom had made me watch it a hundred times. I wanted to hear his take on it. Was the older man in the movie a hero or a pervert in his eyes.

  “Tell me about it,” I said.

  “It’s about an older man who becomes obsessed with the teenaged daughter of his landlady. When the mother dies, he takes charge of the girl and supposedly a sexual relationship blossoms, although they didn’t show that in the move. I guess it was a little too risqué for the times. Anyway, she uses him, then leaves him, and he slowly loses his mind. He kills a man he thinks is influencing the girl and dies in prison awaiting trial. Kind of sad.”

  “Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “but kind of hot, too.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment, then smiled. “Yeah, I guess it was.”

  “How old are you?” I asked, though I already knew the answer from the obituary.

  “Thirty-three.” He paused to let his eyes sweep over my body. “How old are you?”

  “Old enough,” I said, teasing him with my eyes. I glanced down at my nipples. They were practically poking through my shirt.

  “Seriously,” he said, hitching his chin at me. “How old are you?”

  “Nineteen,” I said, arching my eyebrows. “I’ll be twenty next month.” I crossed my arms under my breasts and smiled down at them. “Why? Does it matter?”

  “It doesn’t matter to me,” he said, pushing himself off the door. He hooked his thumbs in is belt buckle and glanced down at the front of his jeans. I could see his hard cock bulging against the tight material.

  “Would you like to fuck me with your big cock, Ryder?” I asked, my hands sliding up to my breasts, my fingers teasing my hard nipples through the shirt. As he watched and licked his lips, I tugged the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, then slid the bikini bottoms down my legs.

  “Yes,” he said, stepping toward me. “I want to fuck you right now.”

  Ryder

  Lolita was even more beautiful than her movie namesake, standing in front of me with a seductive smirk on her lips, cupping her big tits in her hands, offering them to me like a wonderful tray of desserts. Her body was as naturally beautiful as her face. She was tanned and toned and lean without being thin. Her breasts were full and natural and a little big for her frame, but I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Her dark areolas were large and perfectly round. Her long, erect nipples reminded me of raspberry gum drops. I couldn’t wait to have them in his mouth, sucking them like hard candy.

  My eyes followed the line of her stomach down to her cunt, which sported a neat patch of blonde curls.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said, putting my hands on her hips and pulling her close enough that she could feel my cock trying to push through my pants to get to her.

  “Thank you,” she said, leaning her head back to beckon me with her lips. “You’re not bad yourself, for an old man.”

  I smiled as I leaned down to press my lips to hers. Sparks of electricity shot through my body, as if I’d caught my balls on an electric fence. Christ, I had never wanted a woman so badly in my life. I wanted to bury m
y cock deep inside her sweet, young, tight pussy. I wanted to ram her pussy from behind as my fingers dug into her sweet ass cheeks, my thumbs exploring her asshole as she moaned for more. I wanted to shove my cock between her lips and watch her roll her tongue around the tip and milk my shaft with her hand until I exploded on her face like a firehose. I wanted her to taste my thick cum and smile as it gushed over her face and breasts and down her beautiful throat. I wanted to fall asleep with my cock inside her and wake up and fuck her again and again.

  She started tugging at my belt as my tongue probed her mouth. I took my hands from her hips long enough to undo my jeans and push them down to my ankles. I didn’t bother taking off my pants and underwear because that would have entailed kicking off my boots, which have required me to stop doing what I was doing—and I didn’t have time for that. Besides, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

  My hard cock sprang free from my underwear and bounced in the air like a heavy spring. Lolita glanced down and “ooohed” when she saw the size of it. I quickly tugged the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.

  “Hmmm… such a big cock you have,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and swirling the moist head around her bellybutton. It left a little trail of love juice on her skin. “I can’t wait to have that inside me.”

  “It’s all yours, baby,” I said. “Do whatever the fuck you want with it.”

  She gave me a devilish smile and bit at my neck as her hands moved to my chest. She squeezed the hard muscle and nuzzled her nose in the thick hair that covered my chest and slid her tongue around my nipples. She gently sucked on my right nipple while pinching the left one hard between her thumb and finger. I moaned at the sweet pain.

  I put my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down. I wanted her mouth on my cock. Now! She flicked her tongue playfully into my belly button, then nipped at my thick pubic hair. All the while, her hand was sliding up and down my rock-hard cock, which felt like it was going to explode at any moment.

  “Such a big cock,” she said again, cooing at it, getting to her knees so my cock was level with her mouth. She pushed my cock back and playfully licked my sack. “And such lovely balls.”

  She squeezed the shaft tighter and moved her hand toward the head. Drops of clear juices bubbled up from the slit at the tip of my cock. She eagerly lapped the juices with her tongue and sighed.

  I wanted to fuck her brains out, but damn, what she was doing felt too fucking good to stop. I braced my palms against the sink and took a deep breath as her lips suctioned around the head of my cock.

  She sucked the head as her tongue teased the slit. I sucked in a quick breath and groaned it out. She glanced up and smiled with the head of my cock in her mouth. With one hand, she pumped the ten-inch shaft while massaging my balls with the other. Her finger slid beneath my balls to tease my asshole.

  I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I was starting to pant like a dog. She was driving me crazy. She pushed my cock back against my stomach and licked the underside of the shaft from balls to tip, like she was licking a long popsicle. I tried to pace my breathing so I didn’t cum right then and there. I’d gotten dozens of blowjobs in my day, but this one put them all to shame. It took every ounce of willpower in my body not to explode in Lolita’s sweet mouth.

  She sensed the tension building in my muscles, which only made her quicken the pace of her hand on my shaft. I was loving what she was doing, but I wanted her to enjoy it, too.

  “Come here,” I said, reaching for her. “I want to fuck your pussy right now.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, giving my cock one last kiss before letting me pull her to her feet. She rubbed herself against me and nipped at my chin. “How do you want me?”

  “From behind,” I said breathlessly. I put my hands on her shoulders and spun her around. She leaned forward with her big tits resting on the counter. She braced her arms on the counter and got to her tiptoes and stuck out her ass. I slid my fingers into her hot, wet pussy and she let go a low moan. It was a lovely sound that made me smile. I pushed two fingers inside her all the way to the knuckle. Her pussy walls closed around them. I was right: this little bitch was gonna be tight as a drum. I fingerfucked her until she was gushing juices and about to cum. I had a big cock and she had a tight box. We’d need all the lube we could get.

  “Fuck me, Ryder,” she said desperately, glancing over her shoulder, pleading with her eyes. “Fuck my pussy hard!”

  I moved in behind her and guided the head of my cock to her hole. I put my hands on her hips and watched as her pussy literally opened up for me, easily taking the head and the first few inches of my cock. I could feel her body tensing beneath my touch. She gasped in air as my cock fill her completely. Once I felt the tip of my cock hit her inner wall, I slowly pulled out, then slid back in again. I stared down in wonder. The sight of her sweet pussy suctioning to my thick shaft, clutching me, milking me, made the cum in my balls start to flow.

  “Fuck… Ryder… Yes…” she moaned. “Faster… oh… fucking hell… yes…”

  My fingers dug deeper into her sides. I was ramming into her hard, pushing her against the counter, forcing the breath from her lungs. “Does that feel good… my little… Lolita… fuck…so… tight…”

  “Yes…” she sighed, her head down, her long hair flowing onto the counter. “Fuck me… fuck me… hard… oh… fuck… I’m … cumming… Ryder… fuck… I’m cumming…”

  We came together, her on her toes, pressing her ass to me, me holding her hips so tight it would take hours for the finger marks to fade. My entire body tensed. I could feel the cum bubbling up slowly from deep within my balls, then, in a great wave, I shot my load inside her, filling her tight box with my milky cum.

  “Yes…” she said, trying to breath. “Cum… yes… fuck… cum…”

  Our movements became jerky as the orgasms crested, then slowly started to subside. We stood there for a moment, her with her head resting on her forearms on the counter, struggling to catch her breath. And me with my eyes closed, holding onto her for balance.

  “You okay?” I asked when I could muster the breath.

  She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. “I’m wonderful. You?”

  “Yes… wonderful.” I smiled and massaged her sides where my fingers had dug in. “Sorry about that. I got a little carried away.”

  “I don’t mind at all,” she said. “I like it a little rough.” She pulled away slowly, letting my cock slide from her squishy pussy. It dangled between my legs like an oily sausage. She turned and put her hands around my neck and gave me a smile.

  “Not bad for an old guy,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. She gave me a soft kiss and nodded toward the door. “Think you could do it again?”

  I grabbed her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and squealed. I easily carried her through the kitchen door and down the hall to her bedroom. I’d show this little bitch what an old man could do.

  Lolita

  “Holy fucking shit… that was amazing,” I sighed happily as I lay with my head resting on Ryder’s chest and my body pressed against his. His arm was around me, pulling me close. He lightly kissed the top of my head. The tips of my fingers played with the thick hair on his chest.

  “You’re amazing,” Ryder said. “Even more amazing than in my dreams.”

  I smiled up at him. “You’ve been dreaming of me?”

  He playfully rolled his eyes. “Ever since I saw you playing with your pussy a few days ago in the pool.” He paused to smile. “Did you know I was watching you fingerfuck yourself?”

  I rolled on top of him, sitting up with my wet pussy lips straddling the underside of his long, sticky cock. He put his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his chest, teasing his nipples with my fingernails. “I saw the curtain move,” I said. “I knew you were watching.”

  “You wanted me to watch, didn’t you?” His cock was getting hard
again beneath me. Shit, this guy was a fucking machine, no pun intended. I reached down between us and positioned his cock so I could rub my pussy lips up and down the shaft. The head of his cock reached his bellybutton.

  “Why do you think I had my top off and the radio up so loud?” I said, giving him a sly grin as my hips worked back and forth. I could feel his cock getting harder by the second between my pussy lips.

  “So, Lolita, you decided to seduce the older man,” he said, his fingers working their way up to my tits. He rolled my hard nipples under his thumbs.

  “It worked, didn’t it?” I said, closing my eyes as little shocks of pleasure started webbing their way through my body. His cock was fully erect now, but I didn’t stop to put him inside me. It felt unbelievable, sliding my pussy up and down the shaft, my clit rubbing against him, his tight balls pushing against my ass. I was going to make myself cum without his cock inside me. And I was sure I could make him cum the same way. I’d made lots of boys cum like this before letting them inside me.

  “God, that feels… good…” Ryder whispered. He closed his eyes and let me do my thing. I could feel his chest muscles growing hard beneath my hands. I teased his nipples. His breathing was getting heavier by the moment.

  “Yes… it does… it feels wonderful…” I sighed, sliding along. “I’m going to make myself cum all over you…”

  “I’m right behind you,” he said, his fingers digging into my breasts. I sped up the pace, mashing my pussy to his shaft, sliding back and forth, back and forth, from his balls to the head of his cock. The orgasm was building like a fire in my cunt. I could feel the heat spreading through me. Sweat oozed from every pore. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as my pussy gushed hot juices all over his cock and balls.

  “Fuck…” Ryder grunted, sliding his hands to my hips to keep me moving. I looked down just in time to see him blow his load, spewing milky white ropes of cum all over his belly, shooting all the way to his chest. It was the sexiest motherfucking thing I had ever seen. I didn’t stop sliding my pussy over him until his cock had given all it had to give and went soft from exhaustion.