Sexy Slaves Getting Dirty

by Taylor Kink

  Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fucked the crack of her ass for a bit, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounced back and forth against her.

  After a few pumps I released her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guided it towards her pussy. Because of the skirt still trapping her legs together, it took a bit of negotiating to get the angle right but once the tip was inside her it slid in easily.

  She moaned as my cock entered her. But she quickly cut off the sound, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying getting penetrated after all the foreplay, which just turned me on even further. It was like she could read my mind.

  I started off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts, looking down at her ass, watching my cock as it moved in and out of her pussy. It was glistening with her juices; because of her trapped legs, her pussy was tighter than usual but she was so wet it didn’t matter at all.

  I gradually began to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It wasn’t long before our bodies were slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom of every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her stomach as my cock bottomed out in her pussy.

  Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like I wasn’t affecting her at all. Seeing this, I began to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I had. Her entire body moved a couple inches forward every time we came together.

  “Have I got to you yet?” I asked without slowing down one bit.

  “Not so much,” she says between thrusts. She still wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally came with a good fucking but I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramped things up even further.

  I gave her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinched but held her squeal inside. I smacked it again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slapped it again. And again. And again until it was bright red. Tears were running down her eyes but still she made no sounds, neither of delight nor pain.

  I relaxed for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I needed to recover. The little break allowed her the same opportunity.

  “Is that all you got?” she said after catching her breath. Her tone was sarcastic but the look on her face painted a different story. She was enjoying herself immensely.

  “No, I’ve got more for you.”

  “Then give it to me already,” she said. “I’m getting bored.”

  Smiling fiercely, I went back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grabbed ahold of her hair and gave it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and allowing me deeper inside her.

  Although she wasn’t enjoying the straight fucking nearly as much as the perverted shit that had come before it, I was enjoying it more. The actual act of penetration, especially after so much build up, felt way too good to last very long. Which is why I’d spent so much time on the foreplay. To make Kristy feel like she was getting something out of it. Because if I would have started fucking her earlier I wouldn’t have lasted long enough to give her what she needed.

  Which was just a long way of saying that I was pretty close to cumming already, even though I’d only been fucking her for a short time. But I still wanted to do a few more things to her before we finished up, so I climbed up off my knees and slid my feet under my legs.

  Crouching down so my cock wouldn’t slip out of her pussy, I took a couple steps forward until my legs were straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I started hammering away at her like there was no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Kristy’s body threatened to collapse every time I reached the bottom but somehow she held her position.

  I think Kristy knew I was getting closer to being done and decided to help me get there, because she suddenly broke her silence with a vengeance. Her screams of pleasure were loud and guttural, animalistic and hearty. It was like if a dam had burst in her throat and started spilling sounds.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I pummeled her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes! YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”

  Her talking riled me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realized it was a good thing she had kept quiet when I had initially started fucking her proper, otherwise I wouldn’t have lasted nearly this long.

  I released her hair and slowed down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she didn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. I thought about backing away and pulling my cock out of her but felt too good, so I decided against it for the time being.

  But less than a minute later I realized that if I didn’t switch things up real soon, I was going to blow my load. And I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I still wanted to fuck Kristy in one more position before I was done for the night. So I reluctantly pulled back, yanking my cock out of her pussy.

  “What’s the matter?” Kristy asked, looking back at me with a nasty grin. She was still on her hands and knees, doggy-style, her ass sticking up in the air, taunting me with its perfection.

  “You know,” I said.

  “You were about to cum, weren’t you?”

  “Bingo,” I replied as I crawled toward her.

  “But you’re not quite done with me yet, right?” she said.

  “Exactly,” I said, grabbing her legs and flipping her over onto her back.

  “Ahh, I see,” Kristy said. “You want to look at me while you’re fucking me, don’t you?”

  “That’s part of it,” I said.

  “And the other?”

  “I want easy access to your face so I can blow my load all over it when I’m ready to cum.”

  “Fair enough,” Kristy said, smiling like a demon. “But make sure you get some in my mouth. I want to taste your cum.”

  “Oh, I think I can handle that,” I said as I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted them up, folding her nearly in half with her ass up off the ground.

  “Ahh, the good old missionary position,” Kristy said. “And to think, the night started off on such a good note, all extreme and shit, only to devolve into the lowest common denominator by the end.”

  “It’s a classic for a reason,” I said, not falling for her taunts. “And don’t worry, I’m planning on throwing a little twist in there for you so you don’t get bored.”

  “We’ll see about that,” Kristy said as I slid my cock into her pussy, which was just as wet as it had been all night. Despite all her talk to the contrary, she was still enjoying herself immensely, that much was obvious.

  I rose up onto my knees a bit to give myself more leverage then slid my cock into Kristy’s pussy and proceeded to pound her while holding her knees in the air with my arms, which were locked out, my palms on the floor.

  “Holy fuck,” she cried as I slammed my cock into her, our bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “I’m not gonna lie. That feels pretty fucking good.”

  “I told you before,” I said between deep breaths. “It’s a classic for a reason.”

  “I guess you were right,” Kristy said. My balls were slapping up against her backside and my hips were grinding into hers at the bottom of every push.

  “Pound me,” she says, staring right at me. Her voice was more controlled than earlier, more demanding. I could see how she would be a great dominatrix. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

  Every word she uttered in that tone increased my intensity. Pretty soon I was fucking her with the entire length of my cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

>   “That’s right,” she said, her tone the same as a moment ago. “Give me that fucking cock. Break me in fucking half. Punish me, baby. Punish me.”

  I released one of her legs and shoved my fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while I fucked her.

  “There you go,” she said while her hands played with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks. “Right there. Just like that. Just like that.”

  Her tone made me dream of being dominated by her, which was driving me crazy beyond all belief. I was mere moments away from cumming now. I realized there was only thing I could do to extend my time inside her.

  With this in mind, I pulled my hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her breath and making it impossible for her to talk any more.

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

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her face red.

  Despite her professions of boredom, Kristy’s pussy was more inviting than it had been at any other time all night. It was as though something inside her had opened up and was trying to swallow me whole. I felt like I could fit my whole body inside her. And the feeling had me wound up to a point I’ve never previously been to.

  I completely let go of all my inhibitions and totally opened up on Kristy, slamming into her with an intensity I’ve never before reached, hammering my body into hers.

  Kristy’s eyes started to roll up in her sockets and I suddenly realized I’d been choking her with the same intensity as I’d been fucking her. A couple more seconds and she would be out cold.

  So I did the only thing I could do; I let go of her throat.

  Just like earlier, as soon as Kristy came back from the edge of unconsciousness, a mammoth orgasm crashed over her. This one was even bigger than the other one, a low growl coming from her mouth and her entire body shaking and quivering for a full five seconds and even suffering a couple of aftershocks before falling still. Once it had finally passed, she gasped for breath and made defeated sounds beneath me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and full of satisfaction and thanks and staring straight at me.

  “Oh my fucking god,” she said in hushed, reverential tones that clashed with the wide grin on her face. “That was fucking transcendent. Thank you.”

  As pathetic as it sounds, knowing that I’d finally gotten her off in a meaningful way was what finally pushed me over the edge into orgasm.

  Despite my desire from earlier to cum on her face, after what we’d just experienced together a few seconds ago, I just didn’t have it in me to defile her like that. So instead, I asked her if I could cum inside her.

  “You can cum wherever and however you want,” she said. And for once, she was sincere. No more mind games, no more fakery. Just Kristy. The real, true Kristy.

  And so, when it was time for my body to do its thing, I relaxed and let it, pumping my cock into Kristy’s pussy as I came, shooting my seed inside her. It was a monster load, the biggest I’d ever experienced, with so many spasms I lost count after eight.

  After I was dry as a bone, I rolled off of Kristy and laid down on the floor. We were lying side-by-side, both of our backs to the carpet and our eyes to the ceiling.

  “Well, that was interesting,” Kristy said. “Not to mention unexpected.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it,” I replied.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “It was great. Incredible, even, but I’m not real sure what happened there at the end.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “Do you think we could ever repeat it?”

  “I doubt it,” I said. “Do you?”

  “I don’t think it’s possible.”

  “Yeah, probably not.”

  “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

  “No it doesn’t,” I said.

  “For the regular fee, of course,” Kristy said.

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Are you sure that won’t bother you?” she asked. “You don’t think it’ll be weird to pay me next time we get together after what happened here tonight?”

  “Of course not,” I said. “The way I see it, what happened here tonight was only possible because I was paying you. If we were in some kind of a relationship, or even just seeing each other casually, there’s no way I would have been able to do all those things to you that I did earlier. And what happened at the beginning of the night is what ultimately led to what happened at the end. It’s all related. You can’t have one without the other.”

  I realized Kristy was laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “I’ve just never heard anyone come up with a reason to keep paying me before. Usually they’re trying to figure out a way to stop paying me in the future.”

  “Yeah, well most people are stupid and emotional,” I said. “Whereas I’m smart and rational and even-minded.”

  “Either that or you’re insane,” Kristy said.

  “Yeah, it could be that too,” I said.

  I started to laugh. Kristy joined in. And that’s where this little filthy tale ends, with both of us lying on the floor, laughing. Together.

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  LUSTING AFTER MY DEPRAVED NEIGHBOR

  Holy Shit.

  It actually happened.

  After spending nearly every waking moment over the last couple of days dreaming, hoping, praying and fantasizing about this turn of events, it actually happened.

  I fucked the girl next door.

  Well, truth be told, she did most of the work, but that’s to be expected. Why is that, you ask? We’ll get to that in a little bit. But first, I must digress. Set the scene, so to speak. Put some things on the record. Because, let’s be honest, this journal is going to be the only place I’ll ever be able to talk about any of this stuff.

  That’s the only downside to this arrangement; I have to keep it to myself. Which is kind of a bummer, really. I mean, I just lived out what is quite possibly every young man’s dream—even if they won’t come right out and admit it—and I can’t even share the experience with anyone. Not any of my friends, that’s for sure. It would be all over Facebook and Twitter within minutes. And this is something I definitely don’t want getting around. I can only imagine what would happen if my mom ever found out. It would be the end of the world as I know it. And I most definitely would not feel fine.

  But enough about my problems, let’s get to the good stuff.

  I first noticed her three days ago. I’d gotten home from school just after noon (it was my senior year and I only had a half-slate of classes) and my mom was still at work. I went to the fridge, got myself a Mountain Dew, opened the back door to let the dog out, then headed upstairs to spend a couple hours on the Playstation. But before I could get the game started, the dog started barking. So I looked outside to see what the fuss was all about.

  That’s when I saw her.

  It was impossible not to, really. After all, it’s not every day that you see a stranger lying topless on a lounge chair in your neighbor’s backyard.

  “Who the fuck is that?” I said, not realizing I’d said it aloud until I actually heard the words. As far as I knew, the neighbors were childless. Granted, they’d only been living next door for about a year, but I’d never seen anyone under the age of forty over there. And certainly not this girl. I would have remembered her.

  Even from a distance of a couple hundred feet, it was obvious she was ridiculously hot. A long, thin, perfectly-toned body, great tan, defined arms, sculpted legs, long brown hair, and a impossibly firm ass covered only by a micro-thin g-string bikini.

  I just stood there and stared, transfixed, my dick getting hard just dreaming about getting a closer look at her, let alone doing anything else.

  And then, as if on cue, she turned over, revealing her tits to the sun. On the smallish side but perky and firm, they were absolutely perfect. Not too big, not too small, more than a handful but not too much more. In a
word, glorious.

  She reached over and grabbed a water bottle and took a drink, exposing the hollow of her neck, then stretched out and settled into position. She had sunglasses on, so I only caught a glimpse of her face, but from what I could tell it was just as gorgeous as the rest of her.

  I stood there for at least fifteen minutes, just staring and fantasizing, the rest of the world lost to me, my dick pressing painfully against my jeans. Questions bounced around in my head, all having to do with her. Who was she? How long would she be there? Did I possibly have a shot with her? (I knew the answer to this one of course, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind.)

  But most of all, one specific question nagged at me more than anything: Why did she look familiar? Because she did. At first I didn’t believe it. Just wishful thinking, I said to myself. There’s no way in hell I’d seen her before. It wasn’t something I would have forgotten. But that was the thing; I did remember. Somewhere, at one time, I’d seen her.

  I couldn’t pinpoint why she felt so familiar to me. It wasn’t anything specific, not any part of her body that brought up the recollection—not her face, not her great tits, not her tight ass—it was just a general feeling. It was the idea of her that tickled the tip of my brain, brought it right there on the cusp of recognition. Perhaps if I could just get a closer look, I would be able to—

  I was so locked up in my own thoughts that it took me a moment to notice she’d shifted positions again. This time she was sitting up a little straighter and her sunglasses were in her hand.

  With a start, I realized she was looking right at me.

  Holy shit.

  I quickly took a step back, out of her line of sight. I had no idea how long she’d been looking at me or if she could even see me for that matter, but either way I felt a flush of shame—not for looking at her (after all, it was obvious she didn’t care about being seen, in fact probably wanted to) but simply at being caught. I waited about a minute then tilted my head and peeked around the edge of the window to see if she’d had any reaction but she was gone.