Perverted As Hell - 4 Tales Of Extreme Filth

by AE Publications

  Jasmine grabs ahold of his ass cheeks with her hands and spreads them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she sticks it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.

  He gets into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realizes he’s jerking himself off, mostly because he’s got nothing else to do with his hands. He decides to fix that.

  He stands up, releasing the hold she has on him, and spins around so he is facing the couch.

  Jasmine starts to shift too but he tells her not to move.

  Then he steps forward and again drops his asshole onto her mouth.

  “Tongue out,” he says.

  She obliges.

  He grabs ahold her tits for leverage and proceeds to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth against it so it’s running the length of his crack, from asshole to taint to the back of his ball sack. He’s squeezing and slapping her tits and rubbing her nipples as he moves, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her, which he takes advantage of by applying more pressure to her face when she moans.

  One of her hands move up and around his leg, grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking him off, adding to the sensation.

  “Holy fuck,” he moans. Between the work her tongue is doing on his asshole and her hand is doing on his cock he nearly cums right there. But he’s able to hold it down and the feeling soon passes. He’s once again good to go. At least for the moment.

  He leans over and sticks three fingers into her soaking wet pussy and starts aggressively banging her. His other hand is still fondling her tit.

  She lets out a muffled gasp of pleasure and turns up the intensity in which she’s working his asshole with her tongue.

  This just gets him working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which in turn gets her jerking his cock even faster.

  It’s a feedback loop of pleasure with only one end in sight. And the end is rapidly approaching. He has to mix things up quickly if he wants to keep this session going on for a while. But he just can’t get himself to stop. He’s having too much fun.

  So he turns up the heat even further, slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he’s got and slapping away at her tits.

  Jasmine’s scream of pleasure is muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand is grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.

  He’s no more than a few seconds away when he forces himself to pull off. It takes every ounce of willpower in his body to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face.

  “Is everything okay?” she says. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Everything’s fine,” Eric says. “I just need a little break.”

  “Oh,” she says with a smile. “I got it.”

  “You almost did, all right,” he says.

  He stands over her for almost a full minute before he’s calmed down enough to get started again.

  “Are you ready for more?” he asks.

  “Whenever you are,” she replies, smiling as always.

  Eric grabs ahold of her ankles and spins her around so her back is on the bottom cushion, her legs towards him. He’s standing over her, looking down on Jasmine’s perfect, thin, tight, agile, body.

  Her face is glowing with excitement.

  Still gripping her ankles, Eric spreads his arms, opening her legs wide, and holds them there, extended as far as they can go.

  Jasmine’s leg muscles are taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy is wide open, gaping, glistening.

  “Fuck yourself,” he says.

  One of her hands flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself.

  Something about her finger-fucking her pussy while he stands over her is sexy as hell. It’s all Eric can do to avoid sticking his cock in her right this very second.

  “Another one,” he says, still standing over her, still holding her legs wide. He’s forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.

  She slides a third finger in and slams away. Her pussy is making slurping sounds it’s so wet.

  “Another,” he says.

  Jasmine does as she’s told. Her breath is rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans are coming from her throat. She’s staring right at him.

  “Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Eric says. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”

  He watches as she cleans her fingers off. He’s practically shivering with excitement. He needs to stick his cock in her. Now.

  “Grab ahold of your ankles,” he says.

  She extends her arms and grabs her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.

  “Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Eric says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”

  She nods.

  He drops down to his knees and sidles up to her. He slaps his cock against her pussy a couple of times and then slips it inside her. It goes in without resistance. Throughout this whole ordeal, she’s remained soaking wet, as though her pussy is a running faucet.

  He immediately starts slamming his cock into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He’s far too wound up for that. And she’s far too wet. So he pounds the shit out of her, his cock going balls deep in her pussy, his body hammering hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.

  But Jasmine plugs on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles are quivering from the effort.

  Her pussy is snug but not tight, providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not enough to make him feel like he has to slow down for danger of cumming too soon.

  Eric continues pounding away, Jasmine’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slams into her, but still she holds her legs tight.

  Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Eric starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.

  Jasmine’s groans intensify and her legs start to buckle.

  “Hold them there,” he says. “I didn’t say you could relax.”

  She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them there.

  He goes back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.

  She’s practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place despite everything forcing them down.

  Eric is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

  Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.

  Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

  It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.

  “Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.

  Jasmine nods.

  “Beg for it,” Eric says.

  “Please fuck me,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

  Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knee
s are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.

  He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

  “Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

  His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.

  “Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

  Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

  By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

  Eric releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.

  She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.

  He pulls his hand from her mouth and wraps it around her throat.

  “You like that?” he says. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

  She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.

  Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

  Jasmine’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Eric suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.

  He lets go of her throat.

  Jasmine gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

  They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.

  And then, just like, Eric is ready to cum.

  He scrambles up towards her, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.

  It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Jasmine swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.

  Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.

  “You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.

  “I told you before,” she says. “I’m the filthiest.”

  “You certainly are,” he says, marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.

  As if reading his mind, Jasmine reaches over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.

  She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.

  He’s done. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind. At least for the short term. He’s completely spent, in more ways than one.

  “That’s it,” Eric says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”

  Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.

  “Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”

  “There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”

  She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you want.”

  “I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”

  “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys put me through.”

  “Really? Like what?”

  She waves her hand dismissively. “You don’t want to know.”

  “Actually I do,” he says. “Consider it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth for the next few minutes.”

  Jasmine laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”

  “So tell me about what these other guys do to you.”

  “Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”

  “And you enjoy it all?”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do if it were up to me.”

  “Is it ever up to you?”

  “Sure,” she says. “There are plenty of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of the stuff I mentioned before.”

  “People actually pay you to do those things to them?”

  “Absolutely,” she says with a smile.

  Eric laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”

  “More than anything in the world.”

  “I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”

  “Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”

  “So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”

  “Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”

  “What about other women?”

  “I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”

  “So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”

  “I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

  “And you such a professional,” he says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her body, hiding it for good on this night.

  “That’s what I pride myself on.” Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.

  He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.

  “Thanks, hon,” she says, walking towards him.

  “My pleasure,” he says.

  She stops to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out the door and disappears around the corner.

  “Which is going to be sooner than it should be,” he says under his breath.

  Eric closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling
that it will all be worth it.

  He’s right on both counts.

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  PUNISHING THE EX

  BROCK LANDERS

  Steve Tolleson was on the couch watching SportsCenter when the doorbell rang. He turned the TV off, took a deep breath, walked over to the door and opened it.

  Standing on the porch was his soon-to-be ex-wife Shyla, wearing a low-cut top with no bra, cut-off jeans that barely covered her private parts, high-heeled sandals and more makeup than anyone this side of a pornstar. She looked every bit the slut she was when he’d first married her five years ago, from her surgically enhanced face (paid for by him) to her jet black hair to her fake tits (also paid for by him) to her washboard abs to her perfect tan to her long slim legs. Which was one of the many reasons why this day had been inevitable from the very beginning.

  “What are you doing here?” Steve said.

  “Don’t give me that shit,” Shyla said. “You called me over here.”

  “Oh yeah. Why again?”

  “You said were going to sign the divorce papers,” she said. “Remember?”

  “I said that?”

  “Stop fucking around, Steve. If this was just your idea of a joke—”

  “Nah, I’m just messing with you,” Steve said. “Come on in.”

  “Do I have to?”

  “If you want those papers signed you do.”

  “Fine,” she said, walking into his little one-room apartment with disdain in her eyes.

  He didn’t blame her. He knew the place was a shithole but it was all he could afford right now, especially since he was still paying the mortgage on the 3000 square foot 5 bedroom house they’d bought four years ago. A house that Shyla was currently living in due to a previously ill-fated attempt on his part to save their marriage.

  She made her way to the living room, which had remains of last night’s pizza and some empty beer cans lying on the coffee table. Steve paid her look of disgust no mind and dropped his ass on the couch.

  “Have a seat,” he said.

  “No thanks,” Shyla replied. “So are you going to sign these papers or what?”

  “Are you sure about this?”

  “Of course I’m sure. I’ve only been asking you about it for six weeks now.”