by J P Hunter
“It sure looks like it.”
She turned and headed towards the kitchen, pulling off her white t-shirt as she walked. Just as I’d thought, she had nothing on underneath except a black bra and panties with little white polka dots.
I followed her, my eyes on her tight little ass.
“So, do you have anything to drink in this place?” Kelly said as we entered the kitchen. “Nothing helps me get freaky like getting wasted.”
“Right over there,” I said, pointing at a cupboard near the fridge.
Kelly walked over to it, opened it up. “How about if we start off with a little of this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of Cuervo Gold.
“Sounds good to me,” I said, reaching in a different cupboard to grab a couple of shot glasses.
Kelly filled them up. We both took a shot. She filled them up again. And again we shot them. This went on for a good five minutes; each of us downing a shot each then immediately filling up the glasses and shooting them again. Eight shots each. All within a very short time.
Needless to say I was feeling the effects of so much tequila so quickly, and I was a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, I was amazed that Kelly was still standing, let alone apparently able to function. It was rare to find a girl that could keep up with me, especially one that was half my size. And she wasn’t even close to legal drinking age to boot. But she seemed good to go. Drunk, of course, but fully functional. All the better.
“I think that’s enough for now,” she said, slamming down one last shot of Cuervo. “Let’s get down to business.”
And before I could even say a word she dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen, yanking my shorts to the ground, boxers and all.
“Oh my,” she said as she grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and started slowly jerking me off. “Hard already, huh?”
“What can I say? It’s always like this.”
“Always?”
Grinning, I nodded.
“Wow,” Kelly said. “I’m starting to like you more and more.”
“The real question is, do you know what to do with it?” I asked, only half-joking.
She scoffed and gave me the evil eye. “Just watch and see.”
And so I did, looking down at her as she wrapped her lips around my cock.
Kelly worked my cock like an expert, mixing things up constantly, changing speeds and intensity with regularity. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with spit flying everywhere, coating my cock and balls and making everything slippery as hell. She spent equal amounts of time on all the different parts of my cock, from the head to the shaft to the base to my ball sack, all while maintaining eye contact the entire time.
She took a moment to undo her bra, freeing up her incredible tits. Small but not tiny and extremely perky, with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers, they were absolutely perfect. Every time I laid my eyes on them they drew me in, mesmerized me. I could do nothing but suck on them all day and be a perfectly happy man.
She knew how much I loved her tits, and she used them to fuck with me whenever she could. Like now. She slipped my cock from her mouth, gripped the base of it with her hand and slapped the tip of it against her nipple.
I laugh softly under my breath and shook my head.
“What?” she asked, acting all innocent.
“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what she did.”
“Oh, you mean this?” she said, slapping my cock against the other nipple. Her smile was predatory. “I didn’t realize you liked that.”
“You’re hilarious,” I said flatly.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll be here all week.” She gave me a wink and went back to her sloppy blowjob.
After blowing me for a good two minutes, Kelly pulled her head back, gathered up some saliva and spit it on my cock, then started jerking me off. Looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine, she said, “Fuck my face. Pummel my mouth with your cock.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and held her head in place while I slammed my cock in and out of her mouth. Moving quickly, giving her the whole length of my shaft every time, I did exactly as she had asked, pummeling her mouth, moving her head towards me at the tail end of every thrust to get my cock just a little bit deeper down her throat. My balls slapped up against her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor but she took it like a champ, gagging and coughing but not backing down one bit.
Even though I was face-fucking her with a fairly high-level of intensity, from the way Kelly was talking earlier, I figured she wanted it even rougher. So I decided to test her limits, see if she actually meant what she said.
I slammed my cock into her mouth but this time instead of pulling it back out I held it there, deep down her throat, my hands pushing on the back of her head to keep her from backing off.
About five seconds in, Kelly gagged but I held her in place, not letting her pull her head off. She gagged again, the followed that up with a cough. But still I pushed against the back of her head, holding my cock in her throat.
It wasn’t until she gagged a third time that I let go. Kelly’s head flew back and she gasped for air, her chest heaving and saliva pouring out of her mouth and onto the floor.
“Is that rough enough for you?” I asked.
“It’s a good start,” Kelly said, looking up at me with one half of her mouth turned up in an evil little half-smile. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”
Laughing, I grabbed a handful of her hair and led her out of the kitchen on her hands and knees. Pulling Kelly forward, I dragged her over to the couch.
Once we were there, I reached down, picked her up, and tossed her lengthwise onto the couch. She landed on her back, her legs towards me. After yanking her panties off, I grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, then started to rub her shaved pussy with two of my fingers.
After Kelly was good and wet I slipped my fingers inside her pussy and started banging away, sliding them in and out with increasing intensity.
“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Kelly moaned, playing with her tits as I continued finger-fucking her, my hand slamming in and out of her.
Kelly let go of her tits and grabbed her ankles, pulling them back towards her and holding her legs open wider, opening up her pussy even more to me. I took advantage, adding a third finger to the mix, filling up her pussy.
She let out a low groan and started bucking against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. With my free hand I grabbed one of her tits and gave it a good squeeze, followed by a smack.
Kelly gasped and nodded her head. “Just like that,” she said between deep breaths. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
I smacked Kelly’s tit again, still finger-fucking her all the while. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was slightly open and little mewling sounds were escaping from her mouth.
Seeing her like that was almost more than I could take. My cock felt like it was going to burst through it’s skin. I needed to fuck her. So I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, then slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my cock.
It slid in easily, her juices facilitating my entry. She uttered a little groan as I gave her my entire cock right from the get-go. After a couple of slow pumps to get us both warmed up, I start moving my hips faster and faster, fucking her in long, deep thrusts while she groaned beneath me.
Kelly’s pussy was so wet and I was so excited that it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her, my body bouncing off of hers with every pump.
“Holy shit I love how you fuck my pussy,” Kelly said, looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Give it to me like you mean it. Pound my tiny little pussy with your cock.”
I did as she asked, pushing her legs back so her knees were pressing against the seat cushion of the couch, folding her in half. I put one foot up on the couch to change the angle and give myself more leverage, then pummeled down on her
, my cock filling her pussy up.
“Fuck yeah!” she screamed. “Just like that, just like that!”
Holding her legs down on the couch, I pounded her pussy while she continued screaming beneath me, my balls slapping up against her with every thrust, our bodies coming together with a wet smack.
I released one of her legs and used my free hand to grab one of her tits and squeeze. I pinched and twisted her nipple, causing her to squirm and yelp in shock. I gave the other nipple the same treatment and got the same result. But the look on her face told me that she liked it. And that she wanted more.
As I continued hammering away her more aggressively than ever, I reached out and stuck my hand in her mouth and yanked down on her mandible, putting pressure on her jaw. She gagged but made no move to try and get me to let go. She obviously liked it. Time to see how far I could take things.
I pulled my hand out of her mouth and gave her a little smack in the face.
She replied by bucking harder against me.
I smacked her again. “Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to treat you like shit?”
Her eyes wide, Kelly nodded.
“Is that how you like it?” I said. “Is that rough enough for you? Or do you still need more?”
“More,” she said between gasps. “Give me more.”
I slid my hand down and wrapped it around her throat.
“Like that?” I said.
She nodded.
“Do you want me to choke you while I fuck the shit out of you? Is that what you want?”
She nodded again.
I squeezed a little tighter, still slamming my cock into her pussy the whole time.
“You’re a fucking little slut, aren’t you?” I asked, marveling at her abilities.
She nodded yet again, her face starting to turn red from the lack of oxygen. Seeing her so helpless turned me on immensely, almost putting me over the edge. I released her throat and pulled my cock from her pussy and sat down on the couch.
Kelly climbed to her hands and knees and crawled over the couch towards me. “I got this,” she said. “It’s my turn.”
She climbed atop me and sat on my lap, reverse-cowgirl style, facing away from me, her ass pushing back against my cock, her legs outside of mine.
She grabbed ahold of my cock and lifted her body slightly, then maneuvered my cock into her pussy. After it was deep inside her, she grabbed my knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.
“There we go,” Kelly said as she started riding my cock, bouncing up and down on me in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”
She was slamming down onto me, her ass bouncing against my groin, impaling herself on my cock. My hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life while she pummeled me.
“You like that?” she asked, catching my eye in the mirror. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”
I flashed her a nasty smile.
“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Kelly said, returning the look. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.”
“I love it,” I said. “I fucking love it.”
She put her hands on my knees and leaned forward, then started pummeling me even more aggressively.
“Slap my ass,” she said.
I did as I was told.
“Harder,” she said. “Like you mean it.”
So I did, slapping her ass in time with her thrusts.
“That’s right,” Kelly said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
She pounded away at me, smashing my balls as she dropped her body onto me with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second, right along with mine.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed while I continued slapping her ass. It was glowing bright red but I didn’t let up on it one bit. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”
Kelly turned up the intensity even more. Her screams reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at me, but simply expressions of pure pleasure. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to make sure she got there first. So I held back, waiting for her to get there too.
I didn’t have to wait long.
She continued hammering down on me for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as she reached orgasm. Her body shuddered and shook at the same time mine did, my cock shooting it’s load up into her pussy as she continued pounding away at me for a few more seconds before falling still.
I gave her one final slap on the ass and she climbed off my cock. She turned around and I could see that she had a wicked smile on her face.
“Better?” I asked.
“Much better,” Kelly replied. “Of course, it can still get quite a bit crazier.”
“And it will too,” I said. “Especially now that I know you like it rough.”
“I can’t wait,” she said, bending over and giving me a kiss.
“Neither can I,” I replied, patting her on the leg. “Neither can I.”
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LLOKING TO GET MANHANDLED
One of the coolest things about being a dirty little slut is you are constantly surprising people. And not only people that haven’t met you before, but people you’ve been with multiple times.
The key to being a true dirty slut, however, is the ability to surprise people that you’ve banged multiple times before. Take Chris, for example. I’ve been with him four times before, and he’s pretty damn good in the sack. Even though we’ve done some pretty fucked-up things, he still has no idea how depraved I can be. We’ve never gotten too crazy, even though I get a strong sense that he’d like to.
Every time I’m with him I keep waiting for him to take things a little further and I can tell that he wants too also. I think he’s just holding back because we don’t know each other all that well and it’s a pretty big leap to take, going from fairly normal, hard sex to roughing a girl up, especially since we’ve only fucked a couple of times, and a few months apart to boot. But that’s what I’m in the mood for tonight. And since Chris is the only man I’ve been able to get a hold of tonight, he’s just going to have to give me what I want. Whether he likes it or not.
So after giving him a call and inviting him over to my place, I get myself ready then hang out on the couch with a bottle of wine while I wait for him to arrive.
At just before 8pm there’s a knock on my door. I put my wine glass and the now-empty bottle of wine back in the kitchen, then head over and answer it.
I open the door and just stand there, staring at Chris, and more importantly, letting him stare at me. I’m wearing a cutoff, blue-and-white striped long sleeve t-shirt that barely covers my small but perky tits and shows off my perfectly tanned, washboard stomach and blue panties that show off my long, shapely legs and tight ass.
For his part, Chris is dressed up in a collared shirt and slacks, looking long and lean and sexy as usual. His dark hair is longer than the last time I’d seen him, almost reaching his shoulders, making his already angular features seem even more chiseled.
“So are you going to come in or just stand there looking at me?” I say, giving him a little bit of attitude.
A little grin shows up on his face and he steps inside the room. “It’s good to see you, too,” he says, his tone sarcastic.
“So what’s on tap for this evening?” I ask after we make our way over towards the couch. But we don’t sit down, we just stand there, looking at each other, both with little smirks on our face.
“Whatever you want,” Chris replies.
“Do you really mean that?” I say.
Chris nods but he’s a little apprehensive about it, probably due to my tone.
I flash him a devilish smile. “Are you sure?”
“I thought so,” he says. “But with the way you’re looking at me right now, I’m not so sure anymore.”
“Well yo
u’d better be,” I say. “Otherwise I’ll just have to go find someone else to give me what I need.”
“And what is it that you need, exactly?” he asks.
“I need to get punished,” I say. “Do you think you can punish me?”
“Oh, I could probably do that,” Chris says, his eyes lighting up and his grin growing larger.
Yep, just like I thought. He’s totally into that sort of thing. But I still need to push him further, to get him in the correct mindset to truly let it go. “Probably? Or definitely?”
“I can sure as hell try,” he says.
“That’s not good enough,” I say. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know that you can take things all the way. I mean, really lay into me.”
“I can do that,” Chris says, the look on his face displaying the attitude that I knew was always right below the surface.
“How much can you give me?”
“Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.
“Shit, you know I can take whatever your pathetic ass can dish out,” I say, knowing that he’ll take the challenge to heart. He’s definitely one of those macho guys that has to accept every front to his ego head on. Without exception. He was just born and bred that way.
Chris’s eyes light up even further. “You talk a big game,” he says. “But I don’t think you can truly handle me.”
“I always have before.”
“That’s because I always took it easy on you.”
“And why is that? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”
He just shrugs. But he is grinning and his eyes are lit up. He thinks he’s too much for me. Time to put him in his place.
“You think you’re a badass but you ain’t shit,” I say, knowing just how hard he’s going to try and prove me wrong. Which is exactly the point. “I’ve had 18-year old girls rough me up more than you’re going to.”
“Is that how you want it?” he says, his smile growing wider. “Rough?”
“As rough as you can make it.”
“No holds barred?”