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Erotic Sluts - 8 Dirty Stories

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  “What are you doing?” Adriana said. She had climbed to her feet and was standing behind the couch, facing me, looking down on us.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, still fucking Molly.

  “You let up on her,” Adriana said. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

  I shrugged.

  “It’s because she had a pained look on her face, isn’t it?” Adriana said.

  I shrugged again. “Maybe.”

  “Fuck that,” Adriana said. “That look just means you’re doing things properly.” Looking down at Molly, she added, “Isn’t that right?”

  With her face still screwed up in a mask of discomfort, Molly nodded her head.

  “You like getting pounded, don’t you Molly?” Adriana said.

  Molly nodded again. “I love it,” she said, her voice as soft and shy as ever. “Fuck that little pussy with everything you have. Give me all you got. I can take it.”

  Something about hearing that shy, soft voice talk dirty to me was intoxicating. It turned me on more than anything so far. And I certainly couldn’t defy it. So I positioned myself for maximum leverage and started hammering away at Molly harder than ever before.

  “There you go,” Adriana said. “That’s much better, right Molly?”

  Molly nodded emphatically. The look of discomfort had returned to her face but this time I didn’t let it faze me. In fact, it fueled me to fuck her even harder.

  “That’s a good boy,” Adriana said. She’d grabbed ahold of Molly’s legs and held them in place back behind her head, allowing me to grip the back of the couch and give myself even more leverage than ever before. “Fuck that tight little pussy. Show her what it’s like to get fucked by a real man. Break her in half. Fucking destroy her! Don’t let up until she cums. Not until she cums all over your cock.”

  And so I did, pounding away at Molly until her entire body tensed up and then released in a burst as an orgasm crashed over her. Her legs shook and her mouth was open in a silent scream and her eyes were wide for a good five seconds before she relaxed once again.

  “Very good,” Adriana said, coming around the side of the couch as I paused to catch my breath. My cock was still inside Molly but I wasn’t moving against her. “Now it’s my turn. I hope you have some more energy. Because you don’t get to cum until I do.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” I said.

  “Not good enough,” Adriana said. “You need to fuck me until I cum, understand? Failure to make me cum before you do is unacceptable.”

  “I got it,” I said, laughing.

  As Molly watched on with amusement, Adriana climbed onto the couch, flipping herself over so she was on her knees, her ass in the air right in front of me.

  I licked Adriana’s pussy from behind for a few seconds before sliding my cock into her. She immediately started bouncing back against me, as energetic as always. Loud moans of pleasure and a series of curses escaped from her mouth with every thrust.

  Molly sat up on the couch alongside Adriana, but facing the opposite way, her chin lying on top of Adriana’s ass, her mouth just above Adriana’s asshole. As I fucked Adriana doggy style, Molly grabbed one of Adriana’s ass cheeks with each hand and spread them apart, opening her up to me.

  “Holy shit,” Adriana said. “That feels so fucking incredible. Open me up more,” she said to Molly. “Hold my ass cheeks open as far as they can go.”

  So Molly did, pulling on Adriana’s asscheeks, spreading them wide and revealing her asshole. I was tempted to start playing with it, but knew that if I did it would be all over within seconds, so I stayed away and focused my attention on pummeling Adriana’s pussy.

  And pummel it I did, hammering my entire body into hers, my hips slamming into her ass hard enough to push her forward with every thrust.

  After half a minute of fucking Adriana from behind, Molly grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it out of Adriana’s pussy. She took my cock in her mouth and gave it a couple of quick pumps, getting it nice and wet. Then she guided it back into Adriana’s pussy.

  This time Adriana did the work, backing into me while I stood there, her ass bouncing against my groin and jiggling and shaking constantly. The movement of her ass was mesmerizing. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

  Adriana didn’t seem to appreciate my amazement though. After nearly a full minute of bouncing back against me, she turned her head back and said, “Are you going to let me do all the work? What’s going on back there?”

  Molly giggled and I smiled.

  “You want me to take over?” I asked.

  “Hell yes,” Adriana replied.

  “Fine,” I said, grabbing her hips and laying into her.

  “That’s a start,” she said breathlessly, still trying to maintain control even though she could barely breath. “But you can do better.”

  “Let’s see how you like this,” I said, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her body back as I thrusted forward, our bodies slamming together with more force than ever before.

  “I love it,” Adriana said, grunting the words out. “I fucking love it!”

  After hammering away at her for half a minute, I took things even further, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her head back while continuing to pound away at her.

  Adriana was grunting wordlessly now, her head thrown back to alleviate some of the pressure and her back muscles and shoulder blades gleaming in the light.

  I was grunting too, trying desperately to last just a little longer before cumming, knowing that I needed to get Adriana there before I finished.

  Molly was up on the couch by now, on her back with her legs thrown wide and three fingers of her right hand banging away at her pussy while she worked her clit with her left.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Adriana said, finally approaching orgasm. And none too soon, considering I didn’t have more than half a minute left before I was going to burst.

  Now that she was close, I poured all my remaining energy left into fucking her with all my heart, my hips jackhammering back and forth while I pulled further back on her hair, creating more tension than ever before.

  “I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!” Adriana screamed, her body clenching tightly before releasing with a guttural growl. She hammered her body back into me and held it there, my cock deep inside her pussy, while an orgasm coursed through her.

  I glanced over at Molly and saw that she was cumming too, but in a far more subdued way, just like before, with her mouth slightly open and a surprised look on her face.

  And then it was my turn.

  As Adriana came, her pussy squeezed my cock tight. And once her orgasm had passed, her body relaxed, as did her pussy, and the sudden absence of pressure put me immediately over the edge.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” I said breathlessly.

  Adriana knew exactly what that phrase, uttered like that, meant.

  She pulled forward, yanking my cock from her pussy, then quickly spun around and dropped to the floor in front of the couch, on her knees directly beneath me, pulling Molly down with her.

  As I stood over them, my cock hard and waiting to burst, Adriana took my dick in her mouth. Knowing that it wasn’t going to take much, she sucked on the tip while aggressively jerking me off while Molly dropped her head down lower and started sucking on my balls.

  “Ohmyfuckinggod,” I moaned, trying to hold as long as I could to enjoy every last possible second of this wondrous feeling. But both of the women working my cock and balls so expertly was simply too much for me to handle.

  I was practically in tears from holding on and my face was screwed up in a painful grimace.

  “Here it comes,” Adriana said, pulling her mouth off my cock but still jerking me off.

  Molly released my balls and rose back up so her face was right next to Adriana’s.

  “Cum on our fucking faces,” Adriana said.

  “Paint our pretty little faces with your cum,” Molly added.

  So I did, finally giving in and re
laxing enough to let the orgasm flow through me.

  “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I came, my seed shooting out of my cock in a jet stream.

  Adriana took the first blast straight in the face, the thick, white sperm splashing against her cheek. Still jerking me off, she turned my cock towards Molly, spraying her face with my second stream. Most of the third ended up on Molly too, before Adriana turned my cock back towards her for the fourth stream of cum and the last few spurts.

  Laughing softly and shaking my head, I stared down at Adriana as she moved her clenched hand slowly towards the tip of my cock, milking every last drop. With her face covered in cum, she licked the tip of my cock then released it.

  My legs weak, I dropped to the couch. But the girls weren’t done yet. As I watched, Adriana licked my cum off of Molly’s face. Molly then returned the favor, cleaning Adriana’s face of my seed.

  With both of their faces now clear of my milky white sperm, they proceeded to kiss, sharing my cum between them. After making out for a bit, Adriana ended up with the reservoir of cum.

  I continued staring as Adriana grabbed ahold of Molly’s face and tilted it upward. Adriana then rose up and situated her head directly above Molly’s. Adriana pursed her lips slightly, letting my cum and their collected saliva drip from her mouth, down and into Molly’s open and waiting mouth below.

  After all the liquid had been transferred, Molly flashed me a little smile, then tilted her chin back and swallowed the concoction down.

  It was all I could do to keep from standing up and cheering. And then, once I realized I still had two more days of this to come, I actually did, clapping my hands and hooting and hollering obnoxiously while the girls took turns giving me exaggerated bows.

  Nights like tonight reminded me just how much I enjoyed my life. And would continue enjoying it as long as I had my filthy little sluts waiting for me in all my favorite cities.

  Life was good.

  #####

  POUNDING THE EX

  JT HOLLAND

  Steve Tolleson was on the couch watching SportsCenter when the doorbell rang. He turned the TV off, took a deep breath, walked over to the door and opened it.

  Standing on the porch was his soon-to-be ex-wife Shyla, wearing a low-cut top with no bra, cut-off jeans that barely covered her private parts, high-heeled sandals and more makeup than anyone this side of a pornstar. She looked every bit the slut she was when he’d first married her five years ago, from her surgically enhanced face (paid for by him) to her jet black hair to her fake tits (also paid for by him) to her washboard abs to her perfect tan to her long slim legs. Which was one of the many reasons why this day had been inevitable from the very beginning.

  “What are you doing here?” Steve said.

  “Don’t give me that shit,” Shyla said. “You called me over here.”

  “Oh yeah. Why again?”

  “You said were going to sign the divorce papers,” she said. “Remember?”

  “I said that?”

  “Stop fucking around, Steve. If this was just your idea of a joke—”

  “Nah, I’m just messing with you,” Steve said. “Come on in.”

  “Do I have to?”

  “If you want those papers signed you do.”

  “Fine,” she said, walking into his little one-room apartment with disdain in her eyes.

  He didn’t blame her. He knew the place was a shithole but it was all he could afford right now, especially since he was still paying the mortgage on the 3000 square foot 5 bedroom house they’d bought four years ago. A house that Shyla was currently living in due to a previously ill-fated attempt on his part to save their marriage.

  She made her way to the living room, which had remains of last night’s pizza and some empty beer cans lying on the coffee table. Steve paid her look of disgust no mind and dropped his ass on the couch.

  “Have a seat,” he said.

  “No thanks,” Shyla replied. “So are you going to sign these papers or what?”

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Of course I’m sure. I’ve only been asking you about it for six weeks now.”

  “Six weeks?” Steve said. “Seems more like six months.”

  “No,” Shyla said. “I’ve only been dreaming about a divorce for six months. But the papers have only been waiting for six weeks.”

  “Six months? That’s it? I figured you’d been dreaming about it longer than that. Ever since you started fucking that guy on the side. What was his name again?”

  “You know damn well his name is Harry.”

  “Oh yeah,” Steve said. “Dirty Harry. The man with the magical dick that makes my wife do things she’d never done before in her life.”

  “I’d done them before,” she said. “Just not with you.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure you used to do them all the time.”

  “Whatever,” she said. “I didn’t come hear to argue.”

  “Then what did you come for?” Steve said.

  Shyla sighed and shook her head. “I should have known better than to believe you were actually going to sign the papers,” she said as she turned and started for the door.

  “Hold on, hold on,” Steve said. “Bring them over here and I’ll sign them.”

  She stopped and looked at him. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “You’re not just fucking with me again?”

  “Nope,” Steve said. “I’ll sign them.” He smiled. “On one condition.”

  She tilted her head slightly, wondering where he was going with this. “What’s your condition?”

  “One last fuck session. For old time’s sake.”

  Shyla scoffed. “If I wanted your dick in me we’d still be together.”

  “Yeah, well if you want this divorce you’re just going to have to put up with my dick being in you one last time.”

  Shyla looked at him carefully. “You actually mean it, don’t you?”

  “You’re damn right,” Steve said.

  “One fuck,” Shyla said. “And then you’ll sign. Today.”

  “Right after we’re done.”

  “Why should I believe you?”

  “Because you have no choice,” Steve said. “Unless you want to get the lawyers involved again.”

  “You know I don’t.”

  “Then why not give it a go? You’ve go t nothing to lose.”

  “Except my pride.”

  “Is it really that shameful to fuck your husband?” Steve said. “After all, we’re still married. Technically, at least.”

  She considered this for a moment, then said, “Fine. What the hell.”

  Steve carefully hid his surprise. He hadn’t actually thought that she’d take him up on his demented little plan. In fact, now that she had, he was starting to wonder if he could actually follow through with it. After all, she was still technically his wife. And deep down he still loved her. And did you really do this sort of thing to someone you loved?

  Then Shyla added, “It’s not like it’ll last very long, mister three-pump-chump,” and just like that Steve knew he could do it. Hell, she deserved to have something like this done to her after what she’d put him through.

  “Oh, darling,” Steve said. “You always made me feel so good about myself.”

  “It’s just one of my many gifts,” Shyla said. She started to pull her shirt over her head.

  Steve stood up and grabbed her arms.

  Shyla gave him a funny look.

  “Clothes on,” Steve said. “At least to start.”

  She flashed him a curious look but pulled the shirt back down.

  “That’s better,” Steve said. He stepped forward and looked down at Shyla. Even in her 2-inch heels he had a good 4 inches on her. Not to mention almost 100 pounds.

  “Oh, and one last thing,” he said, suddenly inspired.

  “What now?”

  “I get to do anything I want to you,” he said. “For once, I get to be in control.”

 
“Are you sure?” Shyla said. “That’s not like you.”

  “I’m positive. And no complaints. Otherwise I don’t sign.”

  “Fine,” she said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

  “Oh, we’ll get it over with all right,” Steve said, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around. “But it’s gonna take a while.”

  “Not likely,” she said.

  “Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he said, slapping her ass sharply.

  “Hold on just a minute,” Shyla said, startled. She started turning around.

  Steve grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed his body against her backside. With his mouth right up next to her ear he said, “No complaints, remember? You agreed.”

  “I know,” she said. “But this isn’t like you. You’ve got me a little worried.”

  “About what? Me hurting you?”

  She nodded.

  “Don’t be,” Steve said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I promise I won’t do anything to you that I haven’t witnessed Dirty Harry doing to you over the past six months.”

  “I don’t know—”

  “Fine,” he said, releasing his grip on her hair and taking a half-step back. “Then I guess I won’t be signing anything today.”

  Shyla took a deep breath and dropped her eyes towards the floor. After a moment of deliberation, she said, “Okay. I’ll play by your rules. You do what you want and I’ll keep my mouth shut. But don’t expect me to pretend that I like it.”

  “Don’t worry, honey. You don’t have to do any pretending. All you have to do is shut up and take what I give you. Do that and I’ll sign your stupid papers. Got it?”

  “Got it,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

  “Good,” Steve said. “Now get down on your knees.”

  Shyla did so without comment. Steve dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. His cock was already rock hard with anticipation. He hadn’t realized that having complete control over someone else could be so exciting. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Especially knowing he wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath.

  “Open your mouth,” he said.

 

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