by J P Hunter
CARNAL LUST
8 DIRTY STORIES
JP HUNTER
Copyright 2018 by JP Hunter
DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
POUNDING THE KINKY MILF
BANGING THE SUPER FREAK
DOMINATED BY HIS KINKY LADY
TESTING HIM OUT
PUT TO THE TEST
SHE’S A NASTY LADY
THE BABE DOWN THE WAY LIKES IT NASTY
LOOKING TO GET MANHANDLED
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POUNDING THE KINKY MILF
It was a Friday evening and Mike Rast was relaxing on the couch, watching ESPN, when his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. Normally he let calls from people he didn’t know go to voicemail, but something told him to answer this one. So he did.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” a vaguely familiar female voice said. “Is this Mike?”
“Yeah,” he said carefully, not sure what this was all about.
“Hi Mike, this is Kate, over on the other side of the building? I don’t know if you remember me.”
“Of course I do,” he said. How could he forget? They’d only met once but Kate was the kind of girl that left an indelible impression. She was older than him by at least ten years but was still sexy as hell, with a firm body and enormous breasts, plus an exotic face that had aged quite nicely. He’d seen her around from time to time, usually in the gym or tanning by the pool. She never had any problem showing off her body and he never had a problem looking. Staring, usually. But he’d only talked to her on that one occasion, the first time they’d met. Other than that he’d kept his distance, figuring she was so far out of his league that it wasn’t even worth trying to get to know her better. But maybe he’d been mistaken.
“I hate to bother you,” Kate said, “But I’m having a little bit of trouble with my wireless connection and I heard through the grapevine that you know a thing or two about computers.”
“That I do,” Mike said, a little deflated. He’d been hoping (even though it was completely irrational) that she’d wanted something more from him.
“Would you mind coming over and helping me out with it?”
Normally he didn’t do work for people in the building because it set a dangerous precedent, but for Kate he would gladly make an exception. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be in her presence, let alone inside her apartment, even if she was just using him for his expertise.
“It would be my pleasure,” Mike said. “When did you have in mind?”
“Well, if you aren’t busy now . . .”
“Not at all,” he said. “I’ll be over there in a minute or two.”
“That would be wonderful,” Kate replied. “You know where I am, right?”
“Not exactly,” he lied, trying to play it cool. “Which number are you again?”
“26B.”
“I’ll see you in a few.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she said before hanging up the phone.
Mike changed into some clean clothes and gathered up a few of his things before heading over to the other side of the building.
As he walked he tried to keep his expectations down. Even though he thought he’d heard a note of anticipation in her voice right there at the end he figured it was just wishful thinking. What could a woman like Kate—and she was all woman, that was for sure—possibly want from him besides a little help? Unless she’d heard something about Kong. But there wasn’t much of a chance of that. He’d never screwed around with anyone in the building and he doubted Kate would have had any contact with any of the women he’d been with in the past.
Besides, even if she had heard stories about Kong, they usually just scared women off. Normal women, at least. Unless Kate wasn’t normal. There was always a chance of that, as remote as it may be. Maybe, just maybe—
He cut off the thought. There was no reason to get his hopes up. Surely Kate just wanted him to fix her computer and then be on his way. If not it would be a fucking miracle. Not to mention a dream come true. Neither of which he believed in.
Mike turned the corner and arrived at 26B. He took a deep breath and knocked. She answered it right away, as though she’d been waiting just on the other side of the door. She was dressed more casually than he’d been expecting, wearing only a loose-fitting, white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of red cotton shorts. No bra, no socks, no shoes. Her long brown hair was wet, as if she’d just gotten out of the shower and she wasn’t wearing very much makeup.
“Sorry about my appearance,” she said by way of greeting. “I really wasn’t planning on having any company this evening.”
“No need to apologize,” Mike said. “You look great.” He winced as he said it, realizing how lame it sounded. But it was true.
“Awww, you’re so sweet.” Kate said, sounding genuinely pleased. “Come on in.”
Mike accepted her invitation. She closed the door behind him.
“Thanks for coming over so quickly,” Kate said. “I’ve got one more thing I need to do before I’m done for the day. But I lost internet access, just like that. And now I’m stuck until it’s back up.”
“No problem at all,” he said. “Are you on a laptop?”
“Yeah,” she said, pointing. “It’s over there.”
Mike saw the laptop sitting on a table by the sliding door that led to the enclosed porch. He sat down at the table and took a quick look at the laptop. The problem was instantly apparent.
“Uh-oh,” he said, sounding grave.
“Is it bad?” Kate asked, wincing.
“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Come on over here and I’ll show you,” Mike said.
He watched Kate as she made her way over. It was impossible not to. She filled up the room, making it seem like she was the only thing in it.
“See this button right here?” Mike said once she was standing over his shoulder. He pointed at a key on the top row of the keyboard, near the far right side.
Kate leaned forward to get a better look. Mike could feel her breasts pressing against his back. Her face was mere inches from his and it took everything in his power to keep to turning his head to the right and planting a kiss on her.
“I see it,” Kate said, placing her hand casually on his shoulder. “What about it?”
“See how the light next to it is red?” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
“Yeah.”
“That means the wireless connection is turned off.”
“And how do you fix it?”
“Well, it’s pretty tough,” he said. “What you do is you put your finger on it and press down. Like this.”
He pushed the key. The light turned green.
“Now it’s on,” Mike said. He clicked on the Internet Explorer icon and Kate’s home page came up on the screen.
“That’s it?” Kate said, incredulous.
“That’s it.”
“Fuck me,” she said, laughing softly. “Here I was all stressed out that my system crashed and it’s just one stupid fucking little key that got accidentally pressed. I feel so lame.”
“Don’t,” Mike said. “It happens all the time.”
“Bullshit,” Kate said. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“No, really, you’d be surprised at how often that key gets pushed. And how few people know what the probl
em is.”
“Well, I still don’t believe you but you’re sweet for saying so,” Kate said. “Now if you don’t mind trading places with me, I’ll finish this one thing up real quick and then we can get to know each other a little better.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Mike said, trying to mask his excitement with fake reluctance. “I don’t want to impose . . .”
“It’s no imposition whatsoever,” Kate said. “Really. Just grab yourself a beer and relax on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute.”
He was about to argue further in an attempt to keep up the appearance of reluctance but Kate’s attention was already on the laptop screen and he knew that it was unnecessary.
So instead he went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. On one of the shelves sat a case of Blue Moon, which just happened to be his favorite beer of all-time. He grabbed one for himself and one for Kate and opened them up.
Taking a little initiative (he figured she wouldn’t mind) he grabbed an orange off the counter and found a knife in one of the drawers. He cut two slivers of orange and squeezed them into the neck of the bottles until they were sticking halfway out, then headed back to the living room.
Kate had already finished up with her work and was sitting on the couch, waiting for him to return. He handed her one of the beers and sat down next to her, making sure there was a little bit of distance between them.
“How considerate of you,” she said, sliding the orange slice the rest of the way into the bottle, making it disappear. “I had no idea you were such a gentleman.”
“Neither did I,” he said, smiling.
Kate returned the smile and held her bottle up towards his. “A toast,” she said in a melodramatic voice. “To my stupidity. Without it we still would be unfamiliar neighbors, destined to look at each other from afar and never share a beer together.”
Laughing, Mike clanked his bottle against her then brought it to his lips and took a healthy drink. Kate did the same.
“I have to admit, I’ve never heard someone toast their own stupidity before,” Mike said.
“Yeah, well it seemed appropriate,” Kate replied. She shifted her body slightly and leaned over to set her beer bottle on the coffee table in front of them, giving him a straight shot down her shirt.
Mike couldn’t help but stare. It was impossible not to. And he figured she wanted him to. Otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she did.
His suspicions were confirmed with her next statement.
“I have a confession to make,” she said.
“A confession?”
Kate nodded.
“O-kay,” he said drawing out the word to reflect his confusion. “Go right ahead, I guess.”
“I knew how to fix my laptop on my own,” she said.
He took another drink from his beer to stall for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. But they didn’t want to come together. So he played dumb. But it wasn’t really an act. Not at the moment. “I don’t understand.”
“I faked it,” Kate said. “I pretended something was wrong.”
“Why?” he asked, still not understanding.
“Because I knew you would come over and fix if I asked you to,” she replied.
Even though Mike knew that whatever Kate was trying to tell him was blatantly obvious, the specifics of it still weren’t coming together for him. It was as though his mind wasn’t working properly, like he couldn’t comprehend what she was saying because it was so far out of the realm of possibility.
“Why?” he said again, knowing how ridiculous it sounded before the word was even fully out of his mouth.
She looked at him with a crooked little grin. “Why do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
“Because I wanted to manufacture a reason to get you in my apartment, silly. That’s why.”
“Oh,” he said, still not quite understanding. Then he realized the purpose behind the way she was looking at him and it all came crashing down. “Ooooohhhh,” he said, finally getting it.
“Now do you understand?”
“I think I’m starting to get the idea,” Mike replied.
“And what do you think of it?”
“Your idea?”
Kate nodded.
“I think it’s a great one,” Mike said.
“That’s good to hear,” Kate said, moving closer to him. They were as close as two people could get without actually touching. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this for some time now.”
“Really?”
“I’ve been watching you since the day you moved in,” she said.
“Well I’ll be damned.”
Kate leaned back just a bit, feigning disappointment. “You hadn’t noticed?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Mike said. “I noticed you. Many times, actually. But I never thought that you noticed me. At least, not in that way.”
“What makes you say something like that?”
“Well, I am quite a bit younger than you.”
“You’re not that much younger,” Kate said. “What?” She made a pouty face. “Are you saying I’m too old for you?”
“No, not at all,” he said quickly. “That’s not how I meant it.”
“Then how did you mean it?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as if in anticipation of his answer. She was still pouting but it was obviously an act. Her eyes were dancing with mischief.
“I just figured I wouldn’t be experienced enough for you,” Mike said. “A woman of your . . . stature is undoubtedly used to a man who knows what he’s doing in bed.”
“And you don’t know what you’re doing? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Then what would you say?”
Mike thought about it for a moment. He wasn’t used to a woman being so forward and unpretentious. It was a nice change but it took some getting used to. “I’d say I have the raw materials but not enough practice to use them to their fullest extent.”
“And why is that?”
“Honestly? Because most girls I’ve been with can’t handle it.”
“What? Your cock?”
He nodded.
“Really?” Kate said, sounding excited. She sat up a little taller and glanced down at his groin area. “It’s that big?”
“You hadn’t heard?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I’d heard the rumors,” she said. “They’re flying all over this building. But rumors are one thing. Confirmation is something else entirely.”
“Well, nothing has been confirmed as of yet,” Mike said. “But from what I’ve been told, it’s pretty large. Of course, I don’t go around comparing it with other guys, so I can’t guarantee anything . . .”
“Well, lucky for you I have a bit of experience in this matter,” she said. “Do you mind if I take a look?”
“I’d be honored,” he said.
Staying on the couch, Kate turned her body to get a better angle, then reached over and unzipped his fly. Moving deliberately, almost reverentially, she slipped her hand into his pants and wrapped her hand around the base of cock.
“Wow,” she said, giggling with pleasure. “You weren’t kidding about the size of it, were you? If anything, you seemed to have downplayed it.”
Mike shrugged. “I was afraid if I talked it up too much you’d be disappointed once you caught a glimpse of it.”
“That’s the last thing you have to worry about,” Kate said. “The only disappointment I have is waiting so long to get ahold of it.” Smiling widely, she glanced up at him. “Can I get a better look?”
“Be my guest.”
Kate slid Mike’s cock out of his pants with practiced ease. It was standing at attention, all nine inches of it, sticking straight up and rearing to go. Her hand was still wrapped around the base, right above his balls. She wasn’t moving her hand yet. So far she was just holding onto his cock and staring at it with wide, excited eyes.
“Holy fuc
k it’s big,” Kate said, her voice marveling. She was obviously impressed. There was no way to fake the enthusiasm in her voice. “Although big doesn’t really describe it properly. More like huge. Or humungous. Or gigantic.”
“One of my old girlfriends took to calling it Kong.”
“Sounds like a perfect name to me,” she says, still staring at his cock, her eyes dripping with anticipation.
“Of course, we weren’t together very long,” Mike said.
“Let me guess. She couldn’t handle it.”
“That’s right.”
“I’m not surprised,” Kate said as she started to slowly stroke Mike’s cock. “It takes a special kind of girl to handle a cock this size. One with plenty of skills and lots of practice. Not to mention a bit of a sadistic streak.” She flashed him a nasty little smile. “Lucky for you I have all three. Unless, of course, you don’t like what you see.”
“Oh I like what I see, all right,” Mike said. “I like it very much.”
“That makes two of us,” she said. “So let’s get down to business.”
Moving deliberately, heightening Mike’s anticipation, Kate undid his belt and the top button of his pants, then climbed off the couch. She pulled his shoes and his socks off, grabbed his jeans and pulled them off too, then did the same for his boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down. He finished the job, slipping out of his shirt.
“That’s better,” Kate said as she put her hands on his knees and gently spread his legs wider, then stepped forward until she was situated between his legs, standing over him.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his face turned up towards hers, his excitement growing as she stood over him, looking down on him. She was still fully clothed but this turned him just as much as if she had been naked.
Without another word, Kate dropped to her knees and went to work on Mike’s cock, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other works his balls. She popped the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking him off, her hand and mouth working in unison as her mouth dropped further and further down his cock with every thrust, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking his view.