Very Naughty Babes - 4 Tales Of Extreme Sex

by AE Publications

  “You like?” she said.

  Smiling, I nodded.

  She poured a little more and I lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk. It was quite good; Nikki’s juices adding just a little sweetness to the wine.

  “I think we found a new vintage,” I said once the glass was empty. “If we could figure out a way to bottle that combination we’d make millions.”

  “Yeah right,” she said, laughing.

  “I’m serious,” I said, looking up the length of her body at her. I tried to keep a straight face but it was impossible. I was having too much fun.

  She grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled me back in between her legs. “Just shut up and go back to work.”

  And so I did, eating her pussy with a renewed sense of intensity, licking, sucking, flicking my tongue in and out of her as quickly as I could.

  “Ho-ly shit,” she said in a guttural voice that only made an appearance when she was really into it. “Right there, right there. Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

  I had no intention of stopping, not with her getting off so hard, but just to be sure, she pulled me further into her, practically smothering me, then wrapped her legs around my neck so I couldn’t go anywhere.

  Nikki bucked against my face, harder and harder, faster and faster, her moans turning wordless as she rose higher and higher towards orgasm. Her pussy was gushing, soaking me with its wetness, her juices covering my face like a warm washcloth. She was not quite at the edge of cumming yet but making her way there quickly. The good lover I am, I decided to help her along.

  At some point my hands had found their way onto her ass cheeks and I used this to my advantage, sliding my thumb along the crack of her butt until I found her asshole. I rubbed the tip of thumb around the outer edge of her sphincter a couple times to get her prepared. Then, using her collected juices as lubrication, I slipped my thumb into her asshole.

  The response was immediate. A sharp gasp of breath, then her body froze for a moment before she exhaled in a rush and her pussy released another wave of wetness, drenching me even further.

  Breathing deeply, her body still shuddering, Nikki released her leglock on my head and used my hair to lift me up towards her. She scooted forward and aggressively shoved her tongue down into my mouth while simultaneously guiding my cock towards her pussy and slipping it inside her.

  I was pretty riled up at this point and not sure how much time I had left before I came myself, so I didn’t waste any time going slow. I immediately started pounding her pussy, giving my cock to her in long, fast strokes while we continued to make out. My hand ventured up her stomach and I grabbed ahold of her breast and gave it a squeeze in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure in my cock but it was no use. I was too far along to turn back now.

  I grabbed ahold of her right leg and threw it over my right shoulder, turning her slightly sideways and allowing me a little more leverage. With my right hand still planted firmly on Nikki’s left breast and my left hand gripping a handful of her hair, I fucked her with everything I had, pounding her pussy with my cock, balls deep, slamming into her with enough force to lift her body up off the counter with every thrust.

  And then I was there.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” I said under my breath, just like I always did before I came. It wasn’t a conscious thing but I’d long ago given up worrying about it. Besides, Nikki liked it; it let her know my time was up.

  “Cum inside me,” Nikki said. She was the one that got to decide where my cum was going to end up. In her or on her. “I want you to cum inside me.”

  So I did, giving her one last thrust and then holding it there, my cock deep inside her pussy as I released, shuddering slightly, then pumping it a few more times to finish myself off.

  We kissed for a minute or two, then I slipped my cock out of her and carried her over to the Jacuzzi tub and we climbed in.

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  GETTING FREAKY WITH MY PERVERTED GIRLFRIEND

  BROCK LANDERS

  It always makes me laugh when someone equates rough sex with hatred.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there are plenty of Neanderthals out there who are so emasculated that they can only feel like a man if they’re slamming a chick with everything they’ve got, pushing and shoving her around, slapping and smacking and choking her, regardless of whether or not that’s what she likes. For those pathetic assholes, it undoubtedly is about quenching their rage. Or at least feeding their ego. But that’s not always the case. Some women actually like it like that.

  Take my girlfriend, Taylor, for example. She loves it rough. All those things I mentioned above? She asks for them. Begs for them. Lives for them. So I do my best to give them to her. But it’s not about hatred. Not at all. It’s about love. I want to give her what she wants, what gets her off. Because I love her. And I want her to be happy.

  It took me quite a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Catholic household, where sex was demonized. It was evil and dirty; a sin. I was scared to death of it. Not to mention embarrassed to even think about it.

  Even after I realized just how insane that kind of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, especially rough sex, or anything out of the ordinary, still bothered me on a deeper level. It simply wasn’t in me to do them.

  And then Taylor came along. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards giving her what she needed in bed. It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do the kinds of things she wanted to do. It embarrassed me—even though I’d often fantasized about having rough, dirty sex, I wasn’t comfortable at all actually following through with it in real life. But she just kept pushing to do more nasty things, and I was smart enough to let her.

  It didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to have crazy, dirty, nasty, rough sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I began fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.

  And don’t think for a moment that I’m the only one dishing it out. When it comes to the rough stuff, Taylor gives just as much as she gets. The slapping, spanking, ordering around and verbal lashing goes both ways; if anything, she’s in control more often than I am.

  There’s definitely some dominatrix in her, which is fine by me. I’m actually more comfortable getting told what to do than doing the telling. I’ve gotten better at being in charge since we’ve been together, but there’s still something I love about being bossed around, especially during sex. And especially when it doesn’t carry over out of the bedroom.

  Despite (or perhaps because of) all the role-playing that goes on in our sex life, we get along magnificently in our real life too. Both of us understand that most shit that couples argue about is completely meaningless and pointless, no more than an ego trip. As long as you think of yourself as a team, up against the world, and drop your egos at the door, there’s nothing to fight about. I know, it’s easier said than done, but believe me, it’s not that hard to do.

  Maybe it’s just because both of us were in such shitty relationships that we understand each other better than most people do. Or maybe we’re just not lame like everyone else. I’m not sure exactly what the reasons are and to be honest, I don’t really give a fuck. All I know is I get along with Taylor better than I’ve ever gotten along with anyone in my life. I trust her, implicitly, which is why I’ve been wiling to allow her to take me on this journey of sexuality. And why I’ll continue to got with her no matter where it takes us.

  Sure, I’ve been hesitant before when we’ve tried something new and I’m sure I’ll continue to be hesitant in the future. But so
far, no matter how fucked up and crazy the shit as she wanted to do, I’ve never come away not wanting to do it again. And again. And again. So no matter how uncomfortable the idea of something makes me, I leave the direction up to her. It’s treated me extremely well so far so why fuck with a good thing?

  #

  It’s a Saturday night and we’re on the first night of a three-night vacation in Phoenix, Arizona. We just finished off a couple of incredible steaks and polished off three bottles of wine between us and are heading up to the room for our first night of debauchery.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Taylor says as we make our way up to our floor. Her hand is rubbing up and down on my hard cock as it presses against the material of my pants.

  “I was born ready,” I say, barely able to suppress a laugh. She hates it when I use that line.

  But tonight it doesn’t bother her. She’s too focused on my cock to listen to my poor attempts at humor.

  “So you think,” she says. “But tonight we’re going someplace new.”

  “And where is that?” I ask.

  “You’ll see,” she says, spinning around and dropping to her knees, right there in the elevator. We’re 10 floors away from our floor but moving fast.

  “Whoa there,” I say, trying to lift her up.

  “Stop your whining,” Taylor says as she unzips my zipper and quickly pulls my cock out.

  “What the hell,” I say, partially in excitement and partially in fear. “What if someone wants to get on?”

  “They won’t,” Taylor says right before sliding my cock into her mouth.

  I’m not exactly sure what she means but at this point I don’t care. If something happens, we’ll deal with it. Right now, with her lips around my cock, nothing else matters.

  She’s blowing me like a champ, making my cock disappear into her mouth with every thrust, gagging and coughing and making slurping sounds as she stares up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

  Suddenly the elevator slams to a stop and the buzzer rings. Panicked, I curse under my breath and lean back, pulling my cock from Taylor’s mouth and try to quickly stuff it into my pants. It’s too hard, however, and I can’t get it to fit, no matter how I try and contort my body.

  So there I am, with my dick in my hand, when the elevator doors start to open. I turn to face the side wall of the elevator, hoping beyond hope that somehow I’ll figure out a way to not end up in jail. But when I peek over my shoulder, I don’t see anyone standing in the hall, waiting to get on. All I see is Taylor looking at me with an evil grin, holding the door open.

  “I don’t know why you’re so freaked out,” she says. “It’s just our floor.”

  I exhale in a rush. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until I let it out. But still I don’t move.

  “Come on,” Taylor says, still grinning. “There’s nobody out there.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive,” she says, leaning towards me and reaching her hand out. I think she’s going to take my hand but instead she grabs my cock, which is still sticking straight out, and uses it to lead me into the hallway.

  Shaking my head, my face red from embarrassment, I let Taylor lead the way, knowing if any issues arise, she’ll take care of them. It’s not like I can argue with her; it’ll just make things worse.

  So I just bite my tongue and let her lead me down the hall to our room, praying that we don’t pass anyone along the way. Lucky for me, we don’t.

  Once we reach our room, Taylor opens the door and leads me inside. After we’re in the room, she immediately spins around and drops to her knees and picks up where she left off in the elevator.

  “I want you to fuck my face,” Taylor says. She’s looking up at me with her eyes wide, her mouth open, and her hands behind her back. The look on her face is one of pure enjoyment.

  “You really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?” I say.

  Taylor nods vigorously.

  Laughing under my breath, I grip the back of her head with my hands, then proceed to fuck her face, my shaft sliding between her lips as I pump her mouth, my hips moving faster and faster, my balls slapping up against her chin as I slam my cock deeper and deeper inside her throat.

  Despite the pummeling I’m giving her, Taylor is still looking up at me with wide eyes, maintaining eye contact. This turns me on even further and I start pumping her even more aggressively.

  Taylor reaches up and grabs her tits, squeezing them and groping them as I continue to fuck her face. She gives them a couple of healthy slaps, the sound echoing about the room, louder even than the gagging and gurgling coming from her mouth. Then her hands slide down her stomach, between her legs, and she goes to work on her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself with the other while continuing to make eye contact with me the entire time.

  “You’re such a little fuckslut,” I say, mostly to myself, but Taylor somehow manages to nod her head without missing a beat. Laughing softly, marveling at her abilities, I decide to press things even a little further, test her out even more.

  I pump her mouth a couple more times then slam my cock deep into her throat, as far as it will go. Pressing on the back of her head, I can feel her nose pushing against the bottom of my stomach as she effortlessly deepthroats me. I hold her there for almost ten seconds before letting her go. Her head flies backwards, releasing my cock from her mouth. She takes a couple of deep breaths, gathers up a bunch of saliva, spits on my cock and starts jerking me off.

  “Do you like that?” she says, looking up at me with a devilish grin. “Do you like it when I take your huge cock all the way down my throat?”

  “I fucking love it.”

  Taylor’s smile grows wider and nastier. “Do you want to see what else I can do?”

  “Hell yes,” I say.

  She wraps her bright red lips around the head of my cock while continuing to work my shaft with her hand.

  A few seconds later she grabs ahold of my ballsack and pulls it forward, smashing my balls up against my cock. Holding my sack in place about halfway down my shaft, she widens her mouth and starts moving her head forward, engulfing more and more of my cock as she goes, until she comes to my sack. She then opens her mouth even wider and pushes forward some more, swallowing my cock and balls at the same time.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I say as she somehow manages to hold both in her mouth far longer than I would have expected. “When the hell did you learn to do that?”

  “Many years ago,” she says after relinquishing her hold on me. “I haven’t broken it out in a while. Now sit back and relax so I can bust out some more stuff you haven’t seen.”

  Laughing, I drop down onto the couch. “If you insist.”

  “Oh, I do, I do,” she says, giggling once again. Her eyes are gleaming, her smile wide and genuine. She loves pushing my boundaries, seeing how far she can take things, constantly going half a step further, knowing that I’ll go with her no matter how uncomfortable I am with the act itself. She’s got a bit of a sadist streak in her, that’s for sure. Which is one of the many things I love about her.

  Taylor stands up and grabs me by the cock and leads me over to the couch. Once there, she spins me around so my back is to it and pushes on my shoulders, dropping me to the cushions. Then she drops to her knees and spreads my legs and scoots forward until her head is mere inches from my hard cock.

  “Are you ready to start getting real freaky?” Taylor asks.

  “Hell yes,” I reply. “Let’s get it on.”

  Smiling, Taylor runs her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock and around the tip without actually putting it between her lips, teasing me for a bit before sucking on it. But once she’s done, instead of sliding my cock into her mouth, she presses it up against my stomach, holding it there, exposing my balls.

  I stare down at Taylor, watching intently, as she drops her head down and starts licking my ballsack, running her tongue up from the bottom and then
along the underside of my cock. After doing that a few times, she takes both of my balls in her mouth and sucks on them while jerking me off all the while. It feels wonderful, a little painful but exciting as hell.

  After working my balls for a little while, Taylor puts her hands beneath my legs and pushes up on them, exposing my asshole. She then slides her hands down to my asscheeks and spreads them wide, opening my ass up even further.

  Taylor glances up at me with an evil smile then goes to work on my asshole, running her tongue up it over and over, licking it like a kitten drinking milk.

  I let out a low moan and start breathing more deeply as I shiver in delight.

  Picking up on my excitement, Taylor starts working my asshole more aggressively, licking all around it and spitting on it and tonguing it with more intensity.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I say aloud, laughing under my breath. “You’re such a filthy fucking slut.”

  In response to this, Taylor buries her face in between my ass cheeks and slides her rigid tongue into my asshole. I yelp and suck in a huge breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out in a rush.

  Having the tip of Taylor’s tongue in my asshole feels fucking incredible. It’s so filthy and dirty and perverted that it turns me on like crazy, not only the physical sensation, but just the fact that my girlfriend is willing to do these kinds of things to me.

  I reach down and grab a handful of her hair and pull on it, holding her head in place against my ass. She responds by sticking her tongue further out, shoving it deeper into my anus.

  Shivering as a bolt of electricity runs up my spine, I pull Taylor closer towards me, smashing her face against my ass, forcing her tongue as far into my asshole as it will go. I hold her head there for nearly fifteen seconds before finally releasing her.

  Taylor’s head flies back and she takes a few seconds to get some air in her lungs before immediately going to work on my cock again, sliding it into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down on it, taking it all the way down her throat with every thrust. Wet, gagging, choking sounds are coming from her mouth and her eyes are watering, making her mascara run, but still doesn’t let up, her head bobbing up and down as aggressively as ever.