Erotic Submission - 8 Dirty Stories

by AE Publications

  So Tracy did, pulling on Katie’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 Katie’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 Katie from behind, Tracy grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it out of Katie’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 Katie’s pussy.

  This time Katie 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.

  Katie 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?”

  Tracy giggled and I smiled.

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

  “Hell yes,” Katie 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,” Katie 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.

  Katie 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 Katie there before I finished.

  Tracy 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!” Katie 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!” Katie 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 Tracy 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 Katie 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.

  Katie 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 Tracy down with her.

  As I stood over them, my cock hard and waiting to burst, Katie 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 Tracy 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,” Katie said, pulling her mouth off my cock but still jerking me off.

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

  “Cum on our fucking faces,” Katie said.

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

  So I did, finally giving in and relaxing 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.

  Katie 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 Tracy, spraying her face with my second stream. Most of the third ended up on Tracy too, before Katie 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 Katie 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, Katie licked my cum off of Tracy’s face. Tracy then returned the favor, cleaning Katie’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, Katie ended up with the reservoir of cum.

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

  After all the liquid had been transferred, Tracy 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.

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  SUBMISSIVE LITTLE SLUT

  MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

  Eric Carlson is nervously pacing around the hotel suite with a half-full beer in his hand when there’s a knock on the door. He pounds the rest of the beer, sets the bottle down on the desk, takes a deep breath, walks over to the door, and opens it.

  Standing there is a girl. She’s tall and thin, just a couple of inches shorter than he is. Wearing a short white dress that shows off her ridiculously tight, firm body. Perfect legs. Toned arms. Lightly tanned skin. Small but perky tits. A girlish face with shoulder-length, mussed-up blonde hair, blue eyes, little nose and thin, pouty lips. She’s not wearing much makeup. But she doesn’t need it. She’s cute as shit without it.

  “You must be Jasmine,” he says, not sure how these sort of things are supposed to go. He’s never done anything like this before.

  “That’s right,” she says with a smile. “You mind if I come in?”

  “Please do,” he says, holding the door open and standing aside. He watches her as she walks by, noting in particular her ass working behind her skimpy dress. It looks tight enough to bounce quarters off of.

  Jasmine drops her purse on the desk and turns to face him.

  Eric’s again struck by how innocent she looks. He can scarcely believe that she’ll be able to stand up to what he has in mind on this night. But she comes very highly recommended. According to his buddy (who’s an expert on this sort of thing) she’s a superstar, capable of taking punishment
worthy of a porn starlet.

  And supposedly she’s as nasty as can be, up for absolutely anything. Which is good, because he’s had an extremely rough couple of months thanks to his ex-wife raking him over the coals and he’s looking to take out some of his aggression without having to worry about getting arrested. Which is why he went to his friend for a recommendation in the first place.

  “What’s on tap for this evening?” Jasmine asks, slipping out of her sandals.

  The monetary situation has already been dealt with, leaving them to get right down to the good stuff.

  “Whatever you can handle,” Eric replies.

  “I can handle anything you can dish out,” she says. Not a dare or a brag, just a straight declaration of facts.

  “Is that right?”

  “Damn straight,” she says, flashing him a little smile.

  “Well, let’s just see,” he says, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face is facing the ceiling.

  Jasmine’s smile widens as she moans in pleasure. Her eyes twinkle with excitement. She clearly gets off on being treated like this; it’s not an act.

  “You like that?” Eric asks.

  “I love it,” Jasmine replies.

  He pulls her tight little dress down, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples are hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

  He fondles one of her tits and pinches her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then he slaps down on it.

  Jasmine yelps and shivers in ecstasy.

  “Do it again,” she says.

  He does it again, harder this time.

  “Harder,” she says.

  So he does, harder still. And again. And again.

  Her tit is bright red but she still seems to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.

  Eric’s cock is pushing painfully against his pants. This is exciting him just as much as it is her.

  He pulls up on her hair, snapping her head forward.

  She’s taking deep breaths but she’s still smiling, showing him those pearly whites. Her eyes are glowing with excitement.

  He starts walking, pulling her along by the hair as he goes. He drags her over to the wall, spins her around, and pushes her back up against it. He’s standing directly in front of her when he releases her hair and grabs ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.

  Jasmine’s smile doesn’t fade one bit. If anything it gets larger.

  With one hand still around her throat Eric slaps her face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

  Little red blossoms flare up on her cheek. But she still smiles.

  He slaps her again. Squeezes her throat a little harder. Slaps her again.

  Her smile is fading but her eyes are still radiating excitement. Her whole face is turning red now as her blood flow is restricted.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he says.

  Jasmine shakes her head and mouths the word no.

  Eric slaps her again. And again. And again. Squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.

  Her lips are slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes start to flutter and her pupils roll back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the right.

  He lets go of her throat.

  The color runs back into her face and she gasps for breath. Her smile is back in full effect. Only this time it’s filled with excitement.

  “That was incredible,” she says.

  “You’re one filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says, laughing himself.

  “The filthiest,” Jasmine says, reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing against his pants.

  Eric grabs her arm and pulls it away. “Not yet,” he says. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. I want to fuck with you some more.”

  “If you insist,” she says, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

  He slips her dress off by pulling it over her head and drops it to the ground. Then he grabs ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as his free hand wanders down her flat stomach to her pretty little shaved pussy. He rubs her pussy for a couple of seconds to get her warmed up but it’s unnecessary. She’s already soaking wet down there. So he sticks two fingers inside her and starts finger-fucking her.

  Eric stands there, facing Jasmine, looking down at her face as he’s exploring her insides with his fingers, his excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the control he has over her.

  She’s looking up at him with her wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as he increases the pressure and depth of his fingers inside her.

  He slides another finger inside her while simultaneously tightening his grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that is forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her he starts moving his hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, his wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as he finger-fucks her.

  Jasmine’s mouth is slightly open and little gasping sounds are escaping from her throat. Her face is slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminishes.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Eric says.

  She nods as much as she can in her comprised situation.

  “Do you want another finger?”

  She nods.

  Without releasing her throat he slips his pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It’s a tight fit but she loosens up a bit as he moves his fingers inside her.

  A short time later Jasmine’s entire body is quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumps to the side just a bit and her eyes flutter. She’s about to pass out.

  He doesn’t want that. So he releases her throat but continues finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

  Jasmine leans into him to keep from falling, her head on his chest.

  He’s the only thing holding her up but still he continues working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths are shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

  Finally she catches her breath and pulls back a bit, using the wall for support now.

  Eric takes a moment to unzip his pants and pull his cock out with his free hand. It’s sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it’s trying to push through his skin.

  “Stroke it,” he says to Jasmine.

  Her hand flies down to his cock and starts jerking him off.

  He reaches out and grabs ahold of her tit and squeezes it while his other hand continues working her pussy.

  They stand there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something more.

  He pulls his fingers from her pussy and gives it a little smack.

  Jasmine yelps and her body stiffens for a moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go of his cock.

  Eric sticks his fingers in her mouth so she can clean them of her juices.

  Jasmine licks her fingers one-by-one, until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time, continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his direction.

  What a perfect submissive little slut. Time to start putting her to better use.

  He pushes down on her shoulders.

  She kneels to the ground without any resistance whatsoever.

  He shifts his hands to her head and grabs ahold of her hair, uses it to hold her head against the wall.

  “Open your mouth,” he says.

  She obliges, opening it wide. Her eyes are gleaming as she looks up at him.

  He sticks his cock inside her mouth and starts sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. He gradually slips it further inside her until it’s about halfway in. He speeds up his thrusts.

  Her lips close around his cock.

  Eric pulls his cock out, u
ses it to smack her cheek a few times.

  “Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asks.

  Jasmine shakes her head.

  “That’s right,” he says. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

  She nods.

  He sticks his cock back inside her mouth and starts pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds come from her throat as he pummels her mouth but she keeps it open no matter how much of his cock he gives her.

  “Tongue out,” he says.

  Jasmine does as she’s told; Eric can see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.

  His cock is slippery as hell as he gives her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with his hands.

  The gagging and coughing sounds are growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.

  He slips his cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

  “Look at me,” he says.

  She shifts her gaze upward as best she can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.

  “Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly puts him over the edge.

  Trying not to think about what that says about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.