Filthy Violations

by Nikki Sins

  “So am I,” Roxy says. “But I’ll be liking it more when I have his fat cock inside my pussy.”

  “Tell me about it,” Jasmine says.

  Giggling, the two girls make out, kissing and tonguing each other, with Eric’s rock-hard cock occasionally getting in the way.

  “What do you think?” Roxy asks. “Should we let him fuck us with that big cock of his now?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely,” Jasmine says.

  The girls crawl up onto the bed and take positions side-by-side, both on their hands and knees with their asses sticking up in the air.

  “Well,” Roxy says, turning her upper body so she can look back at Eric. “What are you waiting for, big guy? An invitation? Well here it is.” She slaps herself on the ass, hard enough to leave a red mark. “Come and get it.”

  Eric obliges willingly, climbing up onto the bed and sidling up to Roxy’s tight, tiny little ass. He flips her skirt up to reveal a soaking wet pussy unprotected by any panties. Her asshole is opened slightly and beckoning, but he’ll have to stay away from it for now. He’s already turned on like crazy, if he gets her asshole involved he won’t last long enough to give the girls what they want.

  With this in mind, Eric slides the tip of his cock into Roxy’s pussy, taking things nice and slow. Even though she’s soaking wet down there, he’s so big and she’s so tiny that it’s a tight fit at first.

  Roxy lets out a couple of little yelps as Eric pushes his cock gently forward, filling up her pussy with his massive member.

  “Holy shit it’s so fucking big,” Roxy says, her voice harsh and her breath ragged.

  She sounds like she’s in pain but Eric knows not only that she can take it—and has many times before—but she loves it as well. So he continues pressing forward, pumping her pussy slowly and deliberately, getting her nice and warmed up.

  Jasmine has shifted positions, turning so she’s perpendicular to Roxy and lying her head on Roxy’s ass so she can see the proceedings from up close. Her mouth is opened slightly and her eyes are fixed on Eric’s cock.

  As much as he loves fucking Roxy, Eric just can’t resist the allure of Jasmine’s mouth. So he pulls his cock out of Roxy’s pussy and slips it in between Jasmine’s lips. She sucks on it for a few seconds, cleaning it of Roxy’s pussy juices before gathering up a bunch of saliva and spitting it on his cock. After working the saliva in, Jasmine grabs ahold of Eric’s cock and slips it back into Roxy’s pussy.

  Thanks to Jasmine’s saliva acting as a lube, Eric’s cock slides in more easily this time, nearly disappearing inside Roxy’s pussy right from the get-go. It isn’t long before he’s slamming his cock all the way into Roxy, giving it to her balls-deep every time, her ass backing into him at the tail end of every thrust.

  “Goddammit that feels so fucking good,” Roxy says as Eric continues pumping her pussy. She drops her face to the bed and reaches back with one hand and grabs her asscheek and pulls on it, opening herself up to Eric even further. “Give it to me, Eric. Give that fat cock of yours. Harder, baby. Harder! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked!”

  Eric does what he can, rising up a bit to give himself more leverage, then using that leverage to hammer his cock as far into Roxy’s pussy as it will go, slamming his hips up against her ass, making it jiggle with every pump.

  “Yeah, baby, yeah!” Roxy cries, turning her head to look back at him. “Just like that. Just like that! Keep fucking me! You’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna make me fucking cum!”

  Even though he’s running out of steam and desperately needs a break, Eric continues fucking Roxy with reckless abandon, giving her what she wants, knowing that the harder he fucks her the sooner she’ll cum, and the sooner she cums the sooner he can catch his breath.

  With this in mind, Eric reaches out and grabs a handful of Roxy’s hair and yanks back on it, forcing her to arch her back to relieve the pressure.

  Roxy lets out a yelp of pleasure and Eric knows he has her. She loves getting her hair pulled; it always puts her over the edge.

  And it does so a few seconds later, as Roxy utters a deep, guttural growl and then a high-pitched scream as her body shimmies and shakes as an orgasm passes through her.

  “Holy fuck!” Roxy cries as it winds down. “That was so fucking intense!” She slides her body forward, pulling Eric’s cock out of her pussy in the process.

  Eric relaxes, thinking he’s going to have a little while to recover a bit, but he’s mistaken. Almost as soon as his cock is free from Roxy’s pussy, Jasmine is taking her place, dropping to her knees, turning around and backing her ass up to him.

  Before Eric can say a thing, Roxy spins around, grabs his cock and slips it into Jasmine’s pussy.

  Both Eric and Jasmine groan as he enters her. She doesn’t have as tight a pussy as Roxy but it’s pretty close; again his cock barely fits.

  But Jasmine doesn’t seem to notice. She doesn’t even bother taking things slow at all, bouncing her ass back against him right away, forcing his cock balls-deep inside her.

  “Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath as Jasmine hammers her ass back into him.

  “You like that, do you?” Roxy says, climbing down from the couch.

  Eric nods. “A little too much,” he says.

  “Are you close to cumming?” Roxy says, smiling like a demon.

  “Pretty close,” Eric says.

  “Then I’d better help Jasmine get there before you do,” she says, her smile growing wider.

  Roxy drops to her knees and positions herself beneath them with her body facing Eric and her face turned up towards the ceiling, placing it directly under Jasmine’s pussy.

  Shortly after Roxy’s mouth attaches to Jasmine’s pussy, Eric takes more control, grabbing Jasmine’s hips and slamming his body into hers.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jasmine cries. “Right there, right fucking there!”

  Eric can tell that she’s getting closer to an orgasm, but he is too, and he wants to make sure she gets there first. So he decides to take a chance, hoping that it gets her over the edge quickly, before it’s too late.

  Still pummeling away at her with everything he has, Eric pulls one of his hands off of Jasmine’s hips. He sticks his thumb into his mouth to get it lubed up, then runs it down the crack of her ass and slips it into her asshole.

  “Holyfuckingshit,” Jasmine groans. She shakes her head from side to side and lets out a guttural growl. The pre-orgasm has begun.

  Eric smiles in relief. He’s found the spot to get her over the edge, and just in time, too. He doesn’t have more than fifteen seconds left in him.

  Jasmine arches her back and slams her ass back against him. She holds her body there for few seconds, his cock deep inside her pussy and his thumb disappearing in her asshole. Then her body tenses up even further before releasing. She screams wordlessly as the orgasm washes over her.

  A few seconds after she’s done, Eric lets out a moan of his own. “Goddammit,” he says, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

  Jasmine quickly pulls her body forward and spins around, joining Roxy on the floor. By the time she gets there, Roxy is already jerking Eric off, her hand working his cock feverishly.

  “Oh shit, oh shit,” Eric says breathlessly as his orgasm arrives. Roxy continues jerking him off with reckless abandon as he starts to cum, his sperm shooting out of his cock in rivulets.

  Still Roxy doesn’t slow down, sending his seed spraying everywhere, all over her and Jasmine’s face, their chest, their hair, the floor, and the bed as the girls giggle in excitement.

  Eight streams of sperm later, Eric’s cock is finally dry. Both of the girl’s faces are covered in his cum. Roxy slips the tip of his cock into her mouth and gives it a little suck, then pops it out and passes it on to Jasmine, who gives it the same treatment.

  Shivering due to the oversensitivity that comes immediately after an orgasm, Eric pulls his cock away. The girls laugh some more.

  “Well, that wasn’t half bad,” Roxy
says.

  “Nope, not bad at all,” Jasmine replies. “Of course, based on what you’ve told me before, I was hoping for a little longer session.”

  “Sorry about that,” Eric says, blushing. “Normally I don’t cum nearly that quickly.”

  “That’s okay,” Roxy says. “I figured you’d be too excited to last that long.”

  “Which is why I planned on staying the night,” Jasmine says. “To give you a couple more shots at it.”

  Eric looks at Roxy. “Really?”

  Smiling, Roxy nods.

  “Wow,” Eric says, shaking his head. “I’m one hell of a lucky dude.”

  “And we’re a couple of lucky girls,” Roxy says, as she and Jasmine climb to their feet. “Now let’s go get cleaned up and have a few drinks and get ready for round two.”

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  ONLY THE ASS AND MOUTH

  I’ve always been lucky when it comes to women. I’m not quite sure why. I’m a decent enough looking fellow, a shade over six feet tall and 170 pounds with an in-shape body of a natural athlete who spends a lot of time outdoors, but I’m certainly nothing special. But for some reason, there’s something about me that draws a specific type of woman. Namely, sluts.

  Every since I was a teenager they flocked to me. In high school, college, and now into my late twenties, I routinely get approached by women who just want to fuck. Most of the time it’s just a one-time thing, with no complications or commitments. At times it has turned into something more, but every time a hook-up morphed into a relationship it fizzled out pretty quickly. Again, I’m not sure why. But for some reason I just wasn’t relationship material.

  Which was fine by me. The way I see it, relationships are more trouble than they’re worth. I was perfectly content to have single nights (or afternoons) with women and then move on. And I was lucky enough that I never had a shortage of suitors.

  Like Shawna, for example.

  There I was, just minding my own business in line at the coffee shop after work, getting myself a cup of coffee to help me through the evening, when I first saw her. She was a platinum-haired beauty, standing right behind me in line, wearing a white and black lingerie-style top and a black skirt. She had dark eyes, full lips, perfect skin and a rockin’ body that she obviously wasn’t afraid to show off.

  Once glance and I turned away, not wanting to stare. I’m a pretty nice guy, relaxed and mellow, but I’m not real outgoing. I don’t generally start up conversations with strangers. But apparently she had no such reservations.

  “Quite a wait, huh?” she said, talking to me as if we were old friends right from the get-go.

  “Yeah,” I said, trying to return the vibe. “Pretty typical for this place.”

  “I know, but still, today seems longer than usual,” she said. “At least I’ve got some decent scenery to look at.”

  I gave her a slightly confused look.

  “What?” she said. “You don’t think you’re good-looking?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, not sure where this was going and not wanting to make a fool of myself with a complete stranger, especially one as hot as she was. “I’ve never really thought about it much.”

  “Oh, bullshit,” she said, laughing. “Everyone thinks about what they look like.”

  “True,” I said. “But I’m not really concerned with it too much.”

  “I can tell,” she said. “Otherwise you’d shave every once in a while, or wash your hair.” Before I could object, she continued on. “But you know what? I like that. Too many people worry about what everyone else thinks these days.”

  “I agree,” I said as the line moved forward. It was my turn to order. I did, then asked my new friend what she wanted. “My treat,” I told her.

  “Why thank you,” she said after placing her order. “I’m Shawna, by the way.”

  “I’m Mike,” I said. “And it’s the least I can do,” I said.

  “And what’s the most?” she asked, flashing me a mischievous grin.

  “What do you mean?”

  “What do you think I mean?” she said, her grin growing wider.

  “I have no idea,” I said.

  Before the conversation could go any further, the barista called out our names.

  “Care to sit down with me and talk some more, Mister Mike?”

  “I’d be delighted,” I said.

  “It’s hard to find a good man these days,” she said shortly after we’d sat down. We were outside, at the table in the corner of the patio, away from the rest of the patrons.

  “Most guys are trash,” I said, still not sure exactly where this was going. I had a few ideas, but I didn’t want to presume too much for fear of getting disappointed.

  “Tell me about it,” she said. “Of course, I don’t exactly set myself up for success most of the time.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I generally don’t go about picking up guys the traditional way.”

  “How do you go about them?” I asked.

  “Well, if I want a guy, I’ll just go up to him and ask if he wants to fuck.”

  I’m not going to lie, it took some effort to keep my coffee down when she said that. But eventually I managed to ask: “What if the guy says no?”

  “Then I go on to the next one,” she said. “But that doesn’t happen very often, believe me.”

  “Oh, I do,” I said. “So, is that what you’re doing right now? Asking me if I want to fuck?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On you,” she said.

  “How so?”

  “Well, I’m pretty picky,” she said.

  “About what?”

  “Cocks. They have to be certain size or I’m not really interested.”

  “Is that right?”

  She nodded.

  “But how do you know how big it is before you get their clothes off?”

  “Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “There are a whole bunch of different ways. Sometimes I take them to the men’s room and get a little peek. Or the corner of the building. But usually I just do this.”

  She reached beneath the table and grabbed ahold of my cock, grasping it through my pants, right there at the patio of coffee shop. Luckily I was pretty hard just from talking to her.

  “Well,” I said after she’d let go. “What do you think?”

  “Very impressive,” she said.

  “Is it big enough for you?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “So does that mean . . .”

  “That I’m going to ask you if you want to fuck me?” she finished.

  I nodded.

  “It does indeed,” she said. “But I have to tell you, if you can’t handle butt sex, don’t even bother. I don’t like men who don’t like butt sex.”

  “Butt sex? You mean anal sex?”

  “Yep,” she said. “Because that’s really all I want. If you really, really want to, you can stick your cock in my pussy every once in a while, but only as foreplay. But if it were up to me you’d be fucking just my ass and nothing else. Do you think you can handle that?”

  “I think I can manage,” I said.

  “And, of course, I like to give blow jobs too,” she said.

  “Really?” I said. This girl was too good to be true.

  “Hell yeah. I get more excited blowing you than I do if you munch on my cunt. That’s so boring.”

  “Are you fucking serious?”

  “Completely,” she said, flashing me a nasty little smile.

  “Then what the hell are we waiting for,” I said, grabbing her hand and turning towards the door. “Let’s go back to my place for a blow job and butt sex.”

  #

  I’d barely had time to shut the front door of my place closed before Shawna was dropping to her hands and knees in front of me. She hadn’t even bothered to take any of her clothes off, which didn’t bother me in the least. I had no problem getting dirty without getti
ng naked. In fact, I preferred it. There was just something about it that seemed nastier.

  Immediately after dropping to her knees, Shawna worked my belt. She had it unbuckled in moments, followed by my top button, and then my zipper. She yanked my pants and boxers down, dropping them to my ankles, then wrapped her hand around my shaft and sucked on the head of my cock. Bobbing her head forward and back, maintaining eye contact the whole time, she worked my shaft with her hands while her mouth went to town on the tip.

  It wasn’t long before Shawna’s mouth was going further and further down, taking more and more of my cock in her mouth. Her hand still worked the shaft, moving in conjunction with her mouth to create the perfect amount of pressure to maximize stimulation without making me cum.

  After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Shawna slid my cock from her mouth. Gathering up some saliva, she spit on my cock and started working it in with her hands while she continued looking up at me.

  “Do you like how I suck your cock?” she said in that sexy-as-hell little girl voice of hers.

  “I fucking love it,” I replied.

  “Do you want me to take it further down?” she asked.

  I nodded again.

  Smiling, Shawna again took my cock in her mouth. This time she blew me proper, taking my cock halfway down before bobbing her head back up then going down again, over and over and over, her lips sliding over my shaft, helped by the copious amounts of saliva she was generating.

  It was the sloppiest blow job I’d ever gotten; my cock was practically white with her spit. It was getting everywhere, all over her face, her chin, her neck, dripping onto her chest, the floor, even my leg. The sounds coming from her mouth were wet and juicy and labored, gagging and coughing equally as my cock continued sliding in and out of her mouth.

  Shawna was a machine, blowing me for a good thirty seconds straight before coming up for air. Even then she took one big breath and went back down for more, this time taking my cock even deeper than before, practically deepthroating me with every pump.

  She blew me in long, fast pumps, her hair flying everywhere and saliva pouring out of her mouth, making my cock a wet, sloppy mess. After another full minute of non-stop sucking, she wrapped her arms around my waist and used my body to hold herself in place as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep inside her throat.