Perverted Little Sluts - Four Filthy Tales

by AE Publications

  Then he feels her body tense up for just a moment, followed by the loudest, most intense moan of the night, and then his face is drenched even further by her juices as she reaches orgasm.

  “Holy fucking shit,” she cries, leaning forward and grasping the edge of the couch as she catches her breath. “That felt so fucking good.” She seems to be talking to herself more than him. Which is fine. As long as she’s happy.

  “You liked that, huh?” he says, risking her ire.

  “I liked it a lot,” she replies, sliding down onto his chest and leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips. “In fact, I liked it so much I might actually free your dick from where it’s been trapped all evening. Would you like that?”

  “I would like that very much, mistress,” he says.

  “Good answer,” Jasmine says. “Very good answer.”

  She slides down his body and positions herself between his legs. Working slowly, methodically, drawing it out, Jasmine undoes his zipper, reaches in, unfurls his cock from inside his pants, and frees it. It’s sticking straight up in the air, as hard as it’s ever been in his life.

  Eric gasps in relief. He never would have thought how good it could feel just to pull his cock out of his pants. And there, he realizes, lies the genius of Jasmine’s approach. All the things he’d taken for granted in the past could be of far greater importance than he’d ever imagined. Under the right circumstances even the tiniest of things could bring great relief and incredible pleasure. It’s all dependant on how you handle the situation. It’s something he’ll try to remember from now on.

  All Eric’s deep thoughts are suddenly forgotten the moment Jasmine wraps her lips around his cock.

  “Holy shit,” he says, his eyes fluttering and his breath catching in his chest.

  “You like that, do you?” Jasmine says, smiling up at him.

  He nods.

  She takes him in her mouth again, gives him a couple of quick sucks, then slides his cock back out of her mouth. She scoots back on the couch a bit and runs her tongue up and down his shaft a couple of times before taking his balls in her mouth.

  Eric makes a low groaning sound as she suckles on his balls while her hand slowly jerks him off.

  Jasmine maintains eye contact the entire time, looking up at him from behind his balls, her gaze intense and playful at the same time.

  Eric isn’t sure how much more he can take and he wants to make sure he at least gets his dick inside her before he cums, so he reaches down and grabs her shoulders and tries to pull her up to him.

  Jasmine slaps his hands away. “What do you think you’re doing?” she says.

  “I need to stick my dick inside you.”

  “Oh, you need to, do you?” she asks, her tone serious but her eyes telling a different story.

  Eric nods.

  “How do you ask?” Jasmine says.

  “Please,” Eric says.

  “Please what?”

  “Please ride my cock,” he says.

  She tilts her head sideways, waiting for more.

  “Mistress,” he adds.

  “Say the whole thing.”

  Biting down on his frustration, Eric says, “Please ride my cock, mistress. I can’t take it anymore. I need my cock inside of you. Please.”

  “Fine,” she says in mock disdain. “But only because you asked nicely.”

  And with that, she lifts herself onto her knees and climbs atop him.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks. “Because there are still a whole hell of lot more things I can do to you.”

  “This is what I want,” Eric replies. “You can do more things to me some other night. Whatever you want. But right now I need to fuck you.”

  “If you insist,” Jasmine says. She grabs ahold of his cock, lifts herself up a bit, shifts her position so she’s squatting over him with her feet on the couch, then slides his cock into her pussy.

  Her pussy is so slippery, so soft, so inviting, so luscious; it’s like sliding into a vat of exotic oil.

  The first few seconds after entering her are always the toughest, and tonight even more so because of the torture that she put his cock through up until this point. It’s all Eric can do to not cum right then and there.

  But after Eric weathers the first few seconds of the storm it gets easier. Jasmine works him like the expert she is, her hands on his chest, moving her body up and down in a deliberate rhythm, taking the entire length of his cock inside her with every thrust.

  “You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at him.

  Eric nods.

  “Tell me how much you like it,” Jasmine says, carefully controlling her voice so she seems like she’s in total control of herself, unaffected by the situation. Whether she is or not Eric doesn’t know but she’s certainly doing a good job of making it look like she is. For some curios reason her apparent disinterest turns him on even more.

  “I fucking love it,” he says, his voice coming out louder than he’s expecting.

  “Do you want me to ride you even harder?”

  “Yes please, mistress,” Eric says.

  “Beg for it,” Jasmine says. “Beg for me to ride your cock until you explode inside of me.”

  “Please, mistress,” he says. “Please ride me until I cum. I need it. Make me cum, mistress.”

  She shifts so her legs are lying flat on the couch and starts riding his cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto him, smashing his balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just the right amount of pain to keep him on edge of orgasm without any danger of going over.

  Eric tries to take a deep breath but his body is just too wound up. Something about her having control, riding him like he’s a worthless piece of meat turns him on more than he’d ever thought possible. He longs for more abuse at her hands but knows that his time tonight is almost at an end. He’s simply enjoying this too much to go on much longer.

  He reaches up with his hands to try and prolong how long he can hold out by taking some semblance of control over the situation but she’s having none of it.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Jasmine says as she grabs ahold of his wrists before he touches her flesh. “This is my rodeo, mister. I call the shots here. You don’t get to do shit unless I say so.”

  She pushes his arms back near his head, holding them down on the couch, one on either side of his head, while she continues to ride him like an insane cowgirl.

  Because she’s holding his wrists up near his head, Jasmine is now leaning over Eric, giving her even more leverage to hammer away on his cock. She’s holding nothing back now, lifting her entire body up and then dropping it down onto him, giving him her full weight with every thrust, impaling herself on his stiff cock.

  Her hair is flying everywhere, covering her face so he can barely see her eyes bearing down on him. She’s scowling, no doubt exorcising some demons as she pleasures herself. Although this frightens Eric a little it also excites him in ways he can’t rationalize. In fact, more than anything else, it’s the way that she’s looking at him that finally puts him over the edge.

  “Holy fucking shit,” he says under his breath.

  “You’re going to cum already, aren’t you?” Jasmine says, her tone harsh, which (as she probably well knows) doesn’t do a damn thing to quench his enthusiasm.

  Eric nods.

  “Then cum already,” she says, not slowing down one bit. “Come on you piece of shit, shoot your pathetic load inside me and get it over with.”

  Eric obliges, blasting his seed up into Jasmine, bucking and shimmying beneath her as she continues to ride his cock. She doesn’t let up, even after he’s expelled all his seed, continuing to bounce up and down on him as though oblivious to the fact that he’s done.

  He allows her to do her thing, assuming she’s going to climb off him any second now. But a good half-minute later she’s still showing no signs of letting up. She’s staring down at him, taking pleasure of his discomfo
rt, seeing how far he’ll let her take it.

  A full minute later he’s done. His boner is all but gone and she’s starting to rub him raw. No longer willing to play the submissive, Eric lifts Jasmine off him with ease and tosses her down onto the other side of the couch. She’s laughing, her face full of good humor.

  “So what did you think?” Jasmine says.

  “I liked it,” Eric replies. “Loved it, actually.”

  She smiles. “I told you.”

  “You certainly did. I can’t believe you were right. But you were.”

  “It’s a natural extension of things,” Jasmine says. “Those who like to dominate also like to be dominated. Most of them will never admit to it, but it’s true in almost every case. It’s the same basic compulsion, just a different side of the coin. You almost never see one without the other.”

  “I didn’t know that,” Eric says.

  “I know you didn’t,” she says, leaning forward to plant a little kiss on his lips. “Which is exactly why I had to teach you.”

  “Thanks for that.”

  “My pleasure,” Jasmine says as she stands up and starts gathering her things. “So you’ll want to go this route again some time, I suppose?”

  “Hell yes,” Eric says. “Next week. If I can wait that long.”

  “Cool. But I have to warn you; next time I won’t take it so easy on you.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “You call what you just did to me taking it easy?”

  Jasmine pauses in her efforts to redress and flashes him a look of disdain. “Think of all the things you’ve done to me and think about what I did to you tonight.”

  Eric purses his lips and nods his head. Jasmine is right, of course. She didn’t do to him a fraction of the things he’d done to her in the past. “I see your point.”

  “I’m glad that you do,” she says as she puts the finishing touches on her shoes. “But don’t worry, the more extreme I get with you the more you’ll like it. I promise.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because that’s how these things work,” Jasmine says. She grabs her bag and heads for the door.

  “I don’t know . . .” Eric says, only half-serious.

  “Yes you do,” she says, arriving at the door. She turns the handle, opens the door, and glances back one last time before leaving. “You know damn well that you’ll like.”

  Laughing under his breath, he says, “You’re right.”

  “Of course I am,” she says, flashing him a smile. “I always am.”

  And with that she steps outside and closes the door behind her.

  Eric shakes his head and drops to the couch. He’s already looking forward to the next time. “I’m a sick man,” he says aloud. He grabs the remote and flips on the television. “A sick, sick man.”

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