Slutty When Wet - 4 Filthy Stories

by AE Publications

  “If it were up to me, I’d say neither,” I said.

  He flashed me a confused look. “Then what is it?”

  “Well it’s certainly nothing more than a good fuck,” I said. “No offense, but I’m not looking for any kind of a relationship or anything like that.”

  “I hear ya,” Johnny said. “Neither am I.”

  “But it can definitely be more than a one-time thing,” I added.

  “Yeah?” he said.

  I nodded. “But it’s not necessarily going to be anything regular either.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “And next time, I’d expect things to get quite a bit more freaky. Are you game for that?”

  “Absolutely,” Johnny said, smiling. “I’m game for anything.”

  “Good,” I said. I stood up and started putting my clothes back on. “Then maybe I’ll see you around again sometime.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  After I was dressed I leaned down and gave him a little peck on the cheek, then turned and headed back towards my place. It was off to bed after another successful evening in the life of a dirty slut.

  #####

  DOMINANT LITTLE SLUT

  MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

  It took Eric a little while to realize just how awesome Jasmine was.

  Of course, from the first time they met, certain things were obvious. Namely, Jasmine was ridiculous hot, she knew her way around the bedroom, and she could take a pounding worthy of a porn starlet. Add to that her approachability, her comfort in her own skin, and her flat-out coolness, and Eric was a happy man.

  In the beginning, he was perfect content to meet with her whenever possible and get freaky in all the basic ways. Then one night she turned the tables on him, revealing just what was possible in the world of pleasure.

  That first night it was only a little taste, but even so, it quite literally opened a new world to him, one that once was experienced could never be put out of mind.

  #

  The night starts out just like any other. Eric is drinking a beer and watching TV when there’s a knock on the door. His heart palpitates in expectation as he sets the bottle aside, turns off the television, and walks over to answer the door.

  He glances into the peephole and see Jasmine there in all her glory, looking as radiant as ever. A flash of excitement wiggles through his body. It’s his favorite time of the week, the night he looks forward to more than any other, the only thing that keeps him going in his pathetic little life.

  Eric opens the door and holds out his hand to help Jasmine inside. She takes his hand, steps over the threshold, gives him a little peck on the cheek, and he closes the door behind them.

  They take care of the formalities and then it’s on to business.

  Jasmine slips out of her full-length white coat, revealing a tiny purple bikini and light pink thigh-high stockings accented by purple fuck-me pumps. Her blonde hair is curled a little more than usual and she’s wearing slightly more makeup; hot pink lipstick and a dash of black eyeliner. Her skin is not as tan as usual but just as flawless and enticing as ever. Eric finds himself wishing (as he always does upon first seeing her skin) that he had a couple hours to lick every square centimeter of her flesh.

  Thin but not skinny, Jasmine always stays in shape and tonight is no exception. Her lithe body is as toned and fit as ever. From the barest hint of abs to the slight definition of arm muscles to the incredibly sexy hollow of her neck she is the measure of perfection. Eric can’t imagine a more ideal woman. At least not one who’d he actually have a chance to fuck on a regular basis.

  But there seems to be something slightly different about Jasmine this evening. An edge that usually isn’t there.

  His concerns are reflected almost immediately.

  The first thing out of her mouth is, “Sit your ass down on the couch.”

  Even though it’s a bit odd to see her being so forceful, Eric does as he’s told. He immediately starts to undo his belt.

  “Did I tell you to do anything else?” Jasmine says, her tone harsh.

  Eric shakes his head and gives her a funny look. He’s confused as hell.

  “I can’t hear you,” she says.

  “No,” he replies.

  “That’s right. So leave them on. And sit on your hands, while you’re at it.”

  He tilts his head and gives her a funny look. “Are you serious?”

  “Completely,” she says. “Now do it.”

  “Fine,” he says. He shakes his head but does as he’s told.

  “That’s a good boy,” Jasmine says, coming over to pat the top of his head as though he’s a dog. Which is fitting, because that’s what he feels like right now.

  “What exactly is going on here?” Eric asks. Jasmine has never done anything like this before. Up until now, every time she’s come over he’s been the one in control, the one taking charge. He’s never even considered that she has another side to her. Which was a bit silly, in retrospect. Especially now.

  “This,” she says, “Is my way of mixing things up. You see, every time I come over here it’s the same old thing. You slap me around and get to do whatever you want, and then you cum on me and then I go away until next week when we do the same thing over again.”

  “But I thought you liked it,” he says, a little hurt.

  “I do,” she says. “I like it a lot. But it gets a little old, always doing the same thing. I think it’s time we mix things up a little bit. And we’re going to start by getting you to understand the other side of the equation. Today I’m going to be the dominant one and you’re going to be my submissive.”

  “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “I know you haven’t,” she says. “Which is exactly why were doing it tonight. You need to expand your horizons a bit.”

  “But what if I don’t like it?”

  “Don’t worry,” she says, an evil little smile on her face. “You will.”

  “I don’t know,” he says doubtfully.

  “Trust me,” she says. “I know what I’m doing.”

  He couldn’t argue with that. From what he’d experienced so far with Jasmine, she definitely knew what she was doing. And then some.

  “Fine,” he says. “Tell me what to do.”

  “Oh I will,” she says with a little twinkle in her eye. “I most definitely will.”

  A little flutter wiggles around in Eric’s stomach. He isn’t sure if it’s fear or excitement or a little of both.

  “For now, just sit there,” Jasmine says. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

  “If you insist,” Eric says.

  Smiling like she owns the situation (which she does, of course) Jasmine forcefully spreads Eric’s legs and steps between them. Then she reaches down and grabs ahold of his flaccid cock through his jeans.

  “What’s the matter?” she says. “Don’t I excite you anymore?”

  “Of course you do,” he says.

  “It sure doesn’t look like it. Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive.”

  “Let’s just see about that,” Jasmine says.

  She unzips his fly and reaches into his jeans and grabs his cock and pulls it out. It just lies there pathetically, the zipper teeth digging into his skin.

  “Is that what you call excited?” she says.

  “No,” Eric says. “It doesn’t look very excited.”

  “Fix it,” she says.

  Eric grabs ahold of his cock and starts to jerk it. Thirty seconds later he hasn’t gotten anywhere.

  “Oh, poor baby,” Jasmine says in a tone that offers absolutely no sympathy. “You just aren’t feeling it, huh?”

  “No,” he says, letting go of his cock.

  “Why not?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Is it because you’re scared?” Jasmine asks.

  “I think so,” Eric admits.

  “Why? Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

  “I don’t know
,” he says after a slight pause.

  “You do think I’m going to hurt you, don’t you?”

  “Not really,” he says. “I’m just afraid I’m not going to like it.”

  Jasmine sighs and shakes her head. “It’s obvious you’re nervous, which makes sense. So we’re going to have a little conversation. Hopefully by the end of it you’ll understand a few things.” She sits down on his lap and looks him straight in the eye. “Okay. I’m going to ask you some questions. I’ll start with an easy one. What do I do for a living?”

  “You’re an escort,” Eric says.

  “That’s right,” Jasmine says. “I’m an escort. And what do escorts do?”

  “They get paid to have sex.”

  “Exactly. Now, who does an escort get paid by?”

  “The person they’re having sex with.”

  “Right again,” she says. “Their clients. Now, with that in mind, is it fair to say that the more clients that call for a specific escort’s services, the more money that escort will make?”

  Eric nods.

  “So then how does an escort get more men to call her?” Jasmine asks.

  “By . . . being good at their job?”

  “Yes. And what constitutes being good at your job if you’re an escort?”

  “Making the client happy.”

  “Bingo,” Jasmine says. “The better job an escort does of making a client happy, the better the chances are she’s going to get more calls from him. And if she doesn’t make him happy, then she is in danger of losing him as a client, right?”

  “Right.”

  “Good. Now do you think I want to keep you as a client?”

  “I hope so.”

  She gives him a look that she’d give a five-year old. “Do you think I like money?”

  “Yes.”

  “And we’ve already established that more clients equal more money, right?”

  “Right,” Eric says.

  “So I’ll ask you again, do you think I want to keep you as a client?”

  “Yes.”

  “And how does an escort keep their clients?”

  “By making them happy.”

  Jasmine smiles at him and tilts her head slightly. “So you see what I’m getting at, don’t you?”

  Eric nods.

  “Now, I can’t promise you that you’ll like it,” Jasmine says, “But so far I’ve never come across anyone who hasn’t. And to a man they’ve ended up asking for the same treatment on other occasions. There is just something very liberating about giving yourself up to someone else, letting them control you, allowing them to have their way with you. And not only that, but it inevitably leads to better sex down the road too.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because it tends to open things up between people,” Jasmine says. “Being on the other side of the equation brings a new appreciation to what the other person is feeling and experiencing, which builds empathy. And the more empathy two people have for each other, the better they’ll communicate, and the better they communicate the more comfortable they’ll be, and the more comfortable they are, the better the sex will be.”

  “I take it you’ve experienced this phenomena before?” Eric says.

  “Oh, I’ve been through it a few times,” she says.

  “I’ll bet you have,” he says with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

  Jasmine raises her eyebrows twice in quick succession. She knows. She definitely knows. A little smile teases her lips. “So what do you say? Are you game?”

  Eric takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “You convinced me. Let’s give it a shot.”

  She claps her hands and bounces on his lap a couple of times, momentarily slipping out of her role in her excitement. Or maybe it is just all part of the experience. Eric isn’t sure.

  “You won’t regret it,” Jasmine says. “I promise. Not by the time we’re done.”

  Eric narrows his brow in concern.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she says. “There are going to be moments when you’re not so sure, where you’re going to think about tapping out, but just trust me. By the end of the session, you’ll be begging for more. I guarantee it.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Oh, I do,” Jasmine says. “I do. Now, about your little problem down below. Would you like a little help with it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” she asks. Now that their conversation is over her tone takes on a harsher tone, similar to the very beginning of the evening. Just like that, she’s reverted back into dominatrix mode.

  Eric looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “Yes . . . please?”

  “Yes, mistress,” she says slowly, enunciating every word as though she’s talking to a five-year old. “You’re supposed to say ‘yes mistress.’”

  “Yes, mistress,” he says, sufficiently cowed.

  “That’s better,” she says, her tone lightening. “Now I’ll ask you again. Do you want help getting your cock hard?”

  “Yes mistress.”

  “I bet you do,” Jasmine says, leaning her head in towards his. “In fact, I bet you’d like for me to drop on my knees right now and go to work on your cock until it’s hard, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes mistress.”

  “You’d probably like for me to lick your balls, to take them in my mouth, suckle them for a bit, then run my tongue up the length of your shaft,” she says, her face now inches from his and holding his eyes. Her voice is a seductive whisper, her gaze intense. “Then I’d take the tip of your cock in my mouth and start sucking away, dropping my head lower and lower on your shaft until I’ve got the whole thing in my mouth, gagging away with your cock all the way down my throat, choking me, making it so I can’t breathe. Is that what you want?”

  Eric just nods, her words affecting him so much that there is no possible way he could spit any words out right now.

  “Well too bad,” Jasmine says, her voice mocking. She quickly pulls her head back and climbs off of him. “Because that’s not in the cards for today.”

  Eric feels a stab of disappointment.

  “But,” Jasmine continues. “The good thing is you’re hard as hell now, and all it took was me talking you through it.”

  Eric looks down and sees that his cock is indeed sticking straight up. He laughs softly and shakes his head.

  “Now put it back in your pants,” she says.

  He opens his mouth to protest.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Jasmine says, tilting her head as though scolding the dog. “Just do as you’re told.”

  “Yes mistress,” Eric says, his voice reflecting his disappointment as he stuffs his cock back into his jeans and zips up the fly.

  “Now we can get started for real,” Jasmine says. She turns around so her tight, perfect little ass is facing him. It’s hovering directly in front of his cock, no more than a foot away, taunting him.

  She turns around and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight. Her leg muscles are taut, her ass tight as hell as she turns her upper body to look at him. With her eyes locked on his, she slaps her ass, her open palm smacking against her skin loud enough to make him wince.

  “You like this ass of mine, don’t you?” she says, her voice harsh, demanding.

  Eric nods.

  “Say it,” she barks at him.

  “I like your ass,” he says.

  “You can do better than that.”

  “I fucking love your ass, mistress.”

  “That’s much better,” she says. “Now, I suppose I were to rub this beautiful little ass of mine on your cock, do you think you can keep from cumming?”

  “Yes, mistress.”

  “You think you can, huh? Well, let’s find out.”

  Jasmine straightens her body up and backs up towards Eric until she is pressing up against the inside of his legs. She turns her head and flashes a nasty little smil
e at him, then drops her ass onto his lap and starts rubbing slowly it against his hard cock, which is held hostage beneath the surface of his jeans.

  Moving her body in a circular motion, she rubs her ass over his cock for a bit, bounces on it a few times, then grinding on it, then sliding up and down the length of it, her tight little ass expertly working his trapped cock.

  Eric stifles a groan. He doesn’t want her to know how good it feels. But she knows. It shows in her face when she turns her head to look at him.

  “You like this, huh?”

  He nods, unable to speak. Jasmine laughs and starts grinding him more aggressively.

  Eric takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. But Jasmine isn’t having it. She increases the intensity further, her ass always on the move; bouncing, grinding, moving in circles, back and forth, up and down.

  A soft groan escapes from Eric’s mouth. Here they are only a couple minutes into a lap dance it and already he has to focus all his attention to keep from cumming; the combination of pleasure and pain feels better than he could have imagined. Jasmine sure knew what she was doing.

  “So soon?” Jasmine says, reading his mind.

  “I’m fine,” Eric says. It’s only a half-lie. He reaches up and puts one hand on each of her hips, hoping that by taking an active part in things he can take his mind off how close he is to orgasm.

  But Jasmine doesn’t cut him any breaks.

  “Hands to yourself,” she says, slapping them away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say you can.”

  Moaning, Eric drops his hands back to the couch. Jasmine grinds his cock for a little while longer before finally showing some mercy on him and standing up.

  Eric exhales audibly, thankful for a break, now more how short-lived it might be.

  Jasmine gives him a few seconds to gather himself then drops to her knees. She sticks her tongue out and gives his cock a lick through his jeans. He groans and starts breathing harder.

  Jasmine laughs. Then she gives his cock another lick. Her smiling face is right in front of his crotch, looking up at him, her eyes locked on his.

  “What do you think so far?” she says.

  “I like it,” Eric replies.

  “I knew you would,” she says. “And just think, we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”