Perverted Little Sluts - Four Filthy Tales

by AE Publications

  “I take it you’ve experienced this phenomena before?” Eric says.

  “Oh, I’ve been through it a few times,” she says.

  “I’ll bet you have,” he says with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

  Jasmine raises her eyebrows twice in quick succession. She knows. She definitely knows. A little smile teases her lips. “So what do you say? Are you game?”

  Eric takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “You convinced me. Let’s give it a shot.”

  She claps her hands and bounces on his lap a couple of times, momentarily slipping out of her role in her excitement. Or maybe it is just all part of the experience. Eric isn’t sure.

  “You won’t regret it,” Jasmine says. “I promise. Not by the time we’re done.”

  Eric narrows his brow in concern.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she says. “There are going to be moments when you’re not so sure, where you’re going to think about tapping out, but just trust me. By the end of the session, you’ll be begging for more. I guarantee it.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Oh, I do,” Jasmine says. “I do. Now, about your little problem down below. Would you like a little help with it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” she asks. Now that their conversation is over her tone takes on a harsher tone, similar to the very beginning of the evening. Just like that, she’s reverted back into dominatrix mode.

  Eric looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “Yes . . . please?”

  “Yes, mistress,” she says slowly, enunciating every word as though she’s talking to a five-year old. “You’re supposed to say ‘yes mistress.’”

  “Yes, mistress,” he says, sufficiently cowed.

  “That’s better,” she says, her tone lightening. “Now I’ll ask you again. Do you want help getting your cock hard?”

  “Yes mistress.”

  “I bet you do,” Jasmine says, leaning her head in towards his. “In fact, I bet you’d like for me to drop on my knees right now and go to work on your cock until it’s hard, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes mistress.”

  “You’d probably like for me to lick your balls, to take them in my mouth, suckle them for a bit, then run my tongue up the length of your shaft,” she says, her face now inches from his and holding his eyes. Her voice is a seductive whisper, her gaze intense. “Then I’d take the tip of your cock in my mouth and start sucking away, dropping my head lower and lower on your shaft until I’ve got the whole thing in my mouth, gagging away with your cock all the way down my throat, choking me, making it so I can’t breathe. Is that what you want?”

  Eric just nods, her words affecting him so much that there is no possible way he could spit any words out right now.

  “Well too bad,” Jasmine says, her voice mocking. She quickly pulls her head back and climbs off of him. “Because that’s not in the cards for today.”

  Eric feels a stab of disappointment.

  “But,” Jasmine continues. “The good thing is you’re hard as hell now, and all it took was me talking you through it.”

  Eric looks down and sees that his cock is indeed sticking straight up. He laughs softly and shakes his head.

  “Now put it back in your pants,” she says.

  He opens his mouth to protest.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Jasmine says, tilting her head as though scolding the dog. “Just do as you’re told.”

  “Yes mistress,” Eric says, his voice reflecting his disappointment as he stuffs his cock back into his jeans and zips up the fly.

  “Now we can get started for real,” Jasmine says. She turns around so her tight, perfect little ass is facing him. It’s hovering directly in front of his cock, no more than a foot away, taunting him.

  She turns around and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight. Her leg muscles are taut, her ass tight as hell as she turns her upper body to look at him. With her eyes locked on his, she slaps her ass, her open palm smacking against her skin loud enough to make him wince.

  “You like this ass of mine, don’t you?” she says, her voice harsh, demanding.

  Eric nods.

  “Say it,” she barks at him.

  “I like your ass,” he says.

  “You can do better than that.”

  “I fucking love your ass, mistress.”

  “That’s much better,” she says. “Now, I suppose I were to rub this beautiful little ass of mine on your cock, do you think you can keep from cumming?”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  “You think you can, huh? Well, let’s find out.”

  Jasmine straightens her body up and backs up towards Eric until she is pressing up against the inside of his legs. She turns her head and flashes a nasty little smile at him, then drops her ass onto his lap and starts rubbing slowly it against his hard cock, which is held hostage beneath the surface of his jeans.

  Moving her body in a circular motion, she rubs her ass over his cock for a bit, bounces on it a few times, then grinding on it, then sliding up and down the length of it, her tight little ass expertly working his trapped cock.

  Eric stifles a groan. He doesn’t want her to know how good it feels. But she knows. It shows in her face when she turns her head to look at him.

  “You like this, huh?”

  He nods, unable to speak. Jasmine laughs and starts grinding him more aggressively.

  Eric takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. But Jasmine isn’t having it. She increases the intensity further, her ass always on the move; bouncing, grinding, moving in circles, back and forth, up and down.

  A soft groan escapes from Eric’s mouth. Here they are only a couple minutes into a lap dance it and already he has to focus all his attention to keep from cumming; the combination of pleasure and pain feels better than he could have imagined. Jasmine sure knew what she was doing.

  “So soon?” Jasmine says, reading his mind.

  “I’m fine,” Eric says. It’s only a half-lie. He reaches up and puts one hand on each of her hips, hoping that by taking an active part in things he can take his mind off how close he is to orgasm.

  But Jasmine doesn’t cut him any breaks.

  “Hands to yourself,” she says, slapping them away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say you can.”

  Moaning, Eric drops his hands back to the couch. Jasmine grinds his cock for a little while longer before finally showing some mercy on him and standing up.

  Eric exhales audibly, thankful for a break, now more how short-lived it might be.

  Jasmine gives him a few seconds to gather himself then drops to her knees. She sticks her tongue out and gives his cock a lick through his jeans. He groans and starts breathing harder.

  Jasmine laughs. Then she gives his cock another lick. Her smiling face is right in front of his crotch, looking up at him, her eyes locked on his.

  “What do you think so far?” she says.

  “I like it,” Eric replies.

  “I knew you would,” she says. “And just think, we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”

  Eric doesn’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. And he doesn’t have time to ponder it, as Jasmine is already getting back to her feet. This time she’s facing him as she straddles him, one leg lying flat on the couch on each side of him.

  She doesn’t provide any relief for his cock, leaving it trapped beneath his pants while she rides him. She seems to be taking it easier for the time being, varying her pressure up a little more often, not taking him so close to the edge before giving him a chance to relax.

  Shortly after one such lull she reaches behind her back and releases her bra. She pulls it off, revealing her small but incredibly perky tits. Her nipples are rock-hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

  Eric reaches out to grasp her nipples; he just can’t help himself, they’re simply too inviting, too perfect to n
ot be played with.

  Jasmine lets him rub them between his fingers for a few seconds before shutting him down. She grabs ahold of his wrists and pins them back against the couch, one on either side of his head.

  “What part of no touching don’t you understand,” she asks.

  “I’m sorry,” Eric says. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Well you’d better learn to, otherwise it’s going to be a long night for you.”

  “I’ll try, mistress,” he says.

  “Not good enough,” she says. “Do it.”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  Jasmine nods and starts once again grinding on his cock. Her hands are still wrapped around his wrists and she’s still holding them tight against the couch. For some reason he finds this extremely hot. Maybe there is something to her claim that being on the other side has some of its own pleasures. He’s still not totally convinced but he has to admit that he’s feeling something different right now, an excitement that tickles him in ways that their normal sessions didn’t.

  Jasmine must have been able to read his facial expressions, as she puts words to his exact feelings shortly after they cross his mind.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says.

  He nods.

  She grips his wrists more securely, pushes them harder against the couch. Then she proceeds to grind on his cock more aggressively, bouncing up and down on his groin, riding him like a cowgirl, her face looking down on his with growing intensity.

  “Do you still want to play with my nipples?” Jasmine asks.

  “Yes, mistress,” Eric replies, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature now.

  “Then come get them,” she says, continuing to ride him.

  He starts to move his arms forward but she pushes them back into place. He flashes her a questioning look.

  “Not with your hands,” she says. “Use your mouth.”

  Eric smiles. He’s starting to enjoy this little game. He cranes his neck forward as far as it will go. But still he’s a couple centimeters short of his goal. He can see Jasmine’s glorious nipple right there, almost within reach. He looks up at her face but it’s obvious she’s not going to help him out by shifting her body forward. In fact, he starts to believe that she is deliberately setting herself up so her nipples are just barely out of reach. Her evil little smile lends credence to this idea,

  But he’s not willing to give up just yet. Wanting to see if he can circumvent her plans he sticks out his tongue and gives her left nipple a good, long lick.

  Jasmine can’t hide the groan of pleasure that comes from her mouth even though she tries.

  Smiling inwardly but careful not to show it, Eric shifts his head and goes after the other nipple. But Jasmine moves back at the last moment and he once again comes up just a wee bit short.

  Disappointed, he looks up at her.

  “Come on,” she says, “You can do it.”

  Eric strains further forward, stretching his neck out as far as it will go with his arms still being pinned to the couch by Jasmine. He gets a lick in on the other nipple but before he can do anything else Jasmine pulls her body back a little further.

  “Ah, come on,” he says, his voice an exaggerated whine.

  She laughs. “You want my nipples that bad, huh?”

  He nods vigorously.

  “Fine,” she says, leaning forward far enough that he can wrap his lips around her protruding nipple.

  Eric sucks on it greedily, rolling it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. After a short while he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

  Jasmine releases her hold on his wrists and wraps her arms around his head. Squeezing tightly, she presses his head closer in towards her, smashing his face against her chest, forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe, a sensation that he finds strangely intoxicating.

  With his mouth still attached to her nipple as though breast-feeding, Eric shifts his head and looks up at her face as best he can.

  Jasmine’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. The hollow of her neck is fully exposed. She is still grinding on Eric’s cock with just as much enthusiasm as before; if anything, she’s moving faster against him.

  Eric bites down on her nipple. Not too hard, but certainly not softly.

  Jasmine groans and starts grinding him even more aggressively.

  Eric is super-excited but in no real danger of cumming yet. Now that she is allowing him to take an active (albeit limited) part in the proceedings he’s able to divert his attention away from his own pleasure.

  He bites down harder.

  Jasmine curses beneath her breath and bounces on his still-trapped cock even faster.

  He bites down one more time, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jasmine. Her body pauses, tenses up for a moment, then releases in a quick shudder. She grabs ahold of his hair and forcibly removes his mouth from her nipple. He lets it go with a pop.

  Looking up at her, Eric smiles. But she glares down at him.

  “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like that,” he says.

  “You did good,” she admits.

  “So I get to fuck you now?”

  Jasmine laughs and shakes her head. “No, not yet. We’ve still got a ways to go before happens. If it even happens at all.”

  “Wait a minute, what does that mean?”

  “It means you have to do a hell of a lot more to please me before you get a chance to stick your dick in me,” she says. “And even if I do allow that to happen, it’s going to be me that’s fucking you. Not the other way around. But for now just shut up and do as your told, okay?”

  Sulking a little bit, Eric grumbles, “Okay.”

  “What?”

  “Yes, mistress,” he says, still in a slightly whiny voice.

  “You’re going to have to do better than that,” she says.

  “Yes, mistress,” Eric says, his voice slightly more upbeat now. “Whatever you say, mistress.”

  “I still don’t like your tone,” Jasmine says as she climbs off him, leaving a big wet spot on his leg from her drenched pussy. “It’s too bad too, because I was going to give your cock a little bit of well-earned attention before we move on to the next thing.”

  “Sorry, mistress,” he says in a truly enthusiastic manner, hoping to get back into her good graces. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get a little loving in the near future. “I’m sorry for disappointing you. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

  “It’s too late now,” she says. “Maybe next time you’ll think a little harder before acting like a spoiled brat. Now lie down on the couch lengthwise with your back to the cushions and your face towards the ceiling.”

  Eric does as he’s told without putting up a fight. Even though he’s protesting at every turn he is truly starting to enjoy the submissive role. Jasmine had been spot-on earlier when she’d said there is something liberating about just doing what you are told. He doesn’t know if it’s the lack of responsibility or the feeling of helplessness or something else entirely but he is definitely getting used to it. Even looking forward to it.

  He is just starting to wonder what’s going to come next when Jasmine climbs atop him, scoots forward until she’s straddling his head, then drops her suddenly panty-less pussy right onto his face, engulfing his mouth and nose, smothering him completely.

  Caught off guard, Eric gasps for breath. But there’s no air to be found. His world consists of Jasmine’s inner flesh and nothing else. Like a fish out of water he struggles, overwhelmed by the sweet and tangy stickiness of her juices.

  Panicking, he tries to push Jasmine off with his hands but he doesn’t have any leverage and her position is too entrenched. After a couple seconds of ineffectual resistance he gives up.

  “That’s right,” Jasmine says. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy it more.”

  Eric’s not sure about the second part but he is able to relax a
bit. Even though he feels like he can’t breathe he has come to realize that there is enough air to keep him conscious, allowing his panic to subside.

  Jasmine remains in place for another minute before finally lifting herself off his face. He gasps for breath, his face red and his eyes watering.

  “Not bad,” she says, looking down at him. “Way to take it like a man.”

  “Thanks,” Eric manages. He realizes he’s smiling and his excitement has increased further.

  “Keep it up and I might even free your cock from its denim prison,” she says.

  “Just tell me what else I need to do, mistress.”

  Jasmine tilts her head, gives him a little nod of appreciation. “Do you really mean that?”

  Eric nods and looks up at her expectantly. His eyes are hungry with anticipation.

  “Open your mouth,” she says. “And keep it open no matter what.”

  He nods and does as he’s told.

  Still squatting above him, her pussy mere inches from his face and positioned directly above his open mouth, Jasmine goes to work on herself, sticking two fingers inside her pussy, working them in and out, faster and faster, until her juices are dripping from her pussy and straight into his mouth.

  “Drink it up,” Jasmine says, working herself feverishly to give Eric more of her pussy juices to swallow. “That’s a good boy,” she says, her eyes intense and boring down on him. “Do you like how I taste?”

  “I fucking love it,” he says. “Give me more. I want all of you.”

  “Yeah?” she says, her excitement audible. “You want more?”

  He nods vigorously.

  Jasmine’s left hand gets involved, going to work on her clit while she continues banging herself with her other hand. She works herself over in both places until she’s right on the verge of orgasm. “Stick out your tongue,” she says. “Now.”

  Eric obliges.

  Jasmine drops her pussy back onto his face, grinding his face and riding his tongue while continuing to work her clit with her fingers.

  As she drops onto his face Eric finds his excitement reaching new places. He loves the taste and feel of her insides; silky smooth and sweet and tangy and salty all at the same time. Because she’s riding his face instead of smothering him, Eric is able to see up the length of her body while she moves back and forth against him. Her head is thrown back and her back is arched and she’s making sounds he’s never heard from her (or any other woman, for that matter) before.