Erotic Kinky Filth - 8 Naughty Stories

by ae2publications

  Every since I was a teenager they flocked to me. In high school, college, and now into my late twenties, I routinely get approached by women who just want to fuck. Most of the time it’s just a one-time thing, with no complications or commitments. At times it has turned into something more, but every time a hook-up morphed into a relationship it fizzled out pretty quickly. Again, I’m not sure why. But for some reason I just wasn’t relationship material.

  Which was fine by me. The way I see it, relationships are more trouble than they’re worth. I was perfectly content to have single nights (or afternoons) with women and then move on. And I was lucky enough that I never had a shortage of suitors.

  Like Gina, for example.

  There I was, just minding my own business in line at the coffee shop after work, getting myself a cup of coffee to help me through the evening, when I first saw her. She was a platinum-haired beauty, standing right behind me in line, wearing super-short cut-off jean shorts. She had dark eyes, full lips, perfect skin and a rockin’ body that she obviously wasn’t afraid to show off.

  Once glance and I turned away, not wanting to stare. I’m a pretty nice guy, relaxed and mellow, but I’m not real outgoing. I don’t generally start up conversations with strangers. But apparently she had no such reservations.

  “Quite a wait, huh?” she said, talking to me as if we were old friends right from the get-go.

  “Yeah,” I said, trying to return the vibe. “Pretty typical for this place.”

  “I know, but still, today seems longer than usual,” she said. “At least I’ve got some decent scenery to look at.”

  I gave her a slightly confused look.

  “What?” she said. “You don’t think you’re good-looking?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, not sure where this was going and not wanting to make a fool of myself with a complete stranger, especially one as hot as she was. “I’ve never really thought about it much.”

  “Oh, bullshit,” she said, laughing. “Everyone thinks about what they look like.”

  “True,” I said. “But I’m not really concerned with it too much.”

  “I can tell,” she said. “Otherwise you’d shave every once in a while, or wash your hair.” Before I could object, she continued on. “But you know what? I like that. Too many people worry about what everyone else thinks these days.”

  “I agree,” I said as the line moved forward. It was my turn to order. I did, then asked my new friend what she wanted. “My treat,” I told her.

  “Why thank you,” she said after placing her order. “I’m Gina, by the way.”

  “I’m Tyler,” I said. “And it’s the least I can do,” I said.

  “And what’s the most?” she asked, flashing me a mischievous grin.

  “What do you mean?”

  “What do you think I mean?” she said, her grin growing wider.

  “I have no idea,” I said.

  Before the conversation could go any further, the barista called out our names.

  “Care to sit down with me and talk some more, Mister Tyler?”

  “I’d be delighted,” I said.

  “It’s hard to find a good man these days,” she said shortly after we’d sat down. We were outside, at the table in the corner of the patio, away from the rest of the patrons.

  “Most guys are trash,” I said, still not sure exactly where this was going. I had a few ideas, but I didn’t want to presume too much for fear of getting disappointed.

  “Tell me about it,” she said. “Of course, I don’t exactly set myself up for success most of the time.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, I generally don’t go about picking up guys the traditional way.”

  “How do you go about them?” I asked.

  “Well, if I want a guy, I’ll just go up to him and ask if he wants to fuck.”

  I’m not going to lie, it took some effort to keep my coffee down when she said that. But eventually I managed to ask: “What if the guy says no?”

  “Then I go on to the next one,” she said. “But that doesn’t happen very often, believe me.”

  “Oh, I do,” I said. “So, is that what you’re doing right now? Asking me if I want to fuck?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On you,” she said.

  “How so?”

  “Well, I’m pretty picky,” she said.

  “About what?”

  “Cocks. They have to be certain size or I’m not really interested.”

  “Is that right?”

  She nodded.

  “But how do you know how big it is before you get their clothes off?”

  “Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “There are a whole bunch of different ways. Sometimes I take them to the men’s room and get a little peek. Or the corner of the building. But usually I just do this.”

  She reached beneath the table and grabbed ahold of my cock, grasping it through my pants, right there at the patio of coffee shop. Luckily I was pretty hard just from talking to her.

  “Well,” I said after she’d let go. “What do you think?”

  “Very impressive,” she said.

  “Is it big enough for you?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “So does that mean . . .”

  “That I’m going to ask you if you want to fuck me?” she finished.

  I nodded.

  “It does indeed,” she said. “But I have to tell you, if you can’t handle butt sex, don’t even bother. I don’t like men who don’t like butt sex.”

  “Butt sex? You mean anal?”

  “Yep,” she said. “Because that’s really all I want. If you really, really want to, you can stick your cock in my pussy every once in a while, but only as foreplay. But if it were up to me you’d be fucking just my ass and nothing else. Do you think you can handle that?”

  “I think I can manage,” I said.

  “And, of course, I like to give blow jobs too,” she said.

  “Really?” I said. This girl was too good to be true.

  “Hell yeah. I get more excited blowing you than I do if you munch on my cunt. That’s so boring.”

  “Are you fucking serious?”

  “Completely,” she said, flashing me a nasty little smile.

  “Then what the hell are we waiting for,” I said, grabbing her hand and turning towards the door. “Let’s go back to my place for a blow job and butt sex.”

  #

  I’d barely had time to shut the front door of my place closed before Gina was dropping to her hands and knees in front of me. She hadn’t even bothered to take any of her clothes off, which didn’t bother me in the least. I had no problem getting dirty without getting naked. In fact, I preferred it. There was just something about it that seemed nastier.

  Immediately after dropping to her knees, Gina worked my belt. She had it unbuckled in moments, followed by my top button, and then my zipper. She yanked my pants and boxers down, dropping them to my ankles, then wrapped her hand around my shaft and sucked on the head of my cock. Bobbing her head forward and back, maintaining eye contact the whole time, she worked my shaft with her hands while her mouth went to town on the tip.

  It wasn’t long before Gina’s mouth was going further and further down, taking more and more of my cock in her mouth. Her hand still worked the shaft, moving in conjunction with her mouth to create the perfect amount of pressure to maximize stimulation without making me cum.

  After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Gina slid my cock from her mouth. Gathering up some saliva, she spit on my cock and started working it in with her hands while she continued looking up at me.

  “Do you like how I suck your cock?” she said in that sexy-as-hell little girl voice of hers.

  “I fucking love it,” I replied.

  “Do you want me to take it further down?” she asked.

  I nodded again.

  Smiling, Gina again took my cock
in her mouth. This time she blew me proper, taking my cock halfway down before bobbing her head back up then going down again, over and over and over, her lips sliding over my shaft, helped by the copious amounts of saliva she was generating.

  It was the sloppiest blow job I’d ever gotten; my cock was practically white with her spit. It was getting everywhere, all over her face, her chin, her neck, dripping onto her chest, the floor, even my leg. The sounds coming from her mouth were wet and juicy and labored, gagging and coughing equally as my cock continued sliding in and out of her mouth.

  Gina was a machine, blowing me for a good thirty seconds straight before coming up for air. Even then she took one big breath and went back down for more, this time taking my cock even deeper than before, practically deepthroating me with every pump.

  She blew me in long, fast pumps, her hair flying everywhere and saliva pouring out of her mouth, making my cock a wet, sloppy mess. After another full minute of non-stop sucking, she wrapped her arms around my waist and used my body to hold herself in place as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep inside her throat.

  Gina deepthroated me for a few seconds before gagging and coughing and letting my cock slide out of her mouth. She took a moment to catch her breath then looked up at me, smiling widely.

  “What did you think of that?” she asked.

  “It was fucking incredible,” I replied.

  “With your help I could hold it for longer,” she said.

  “Tell me what I need to do.”

  “Just put your hands on the back of my head and hold my head in place,” Gina said.

  “For how long?” I asked.

  “As long as you want,” she replied, her smile growing wider.

  “What if you can’t breathe.”

  Gina laughed. “That’s kind of the point.”

  “But what if I hold you there for too long?”

  “You won’t,” she said. “Trust me.”

  “All right,” I said. “If you insist.”

  Gina opened her mouth and turned her eyes up towards mine.

  “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

  I didn’t have a good answer for that, so I pulled her head towards me and pushed my hips forward at the same time, forcing my cock into her mouth. I kept on pushing until my entire cock had disappeared inside her mouth. I could feel it touching the back of her throat.

  She held me there for a good six seconds before starting to cough. It tickled my cock, her coughing while it was planted in her throat. I almost pulled away but continued to hold on, remembering what she’d said. It just felt too good to let go.

  A few seconds later Gina coughed again, following it with a deep gag. This time I pulled back, yanking my cock from her throat.

  “Are you all right?” I asked as she gulped in air.

  “I’m fine,” she said, smiling up at me. Saliva was dripping down her chin and her mascara was running down her cheek.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive,” she said. “I could have taken a lot more.”

  “Really?” I said, surprised.

  Gina nodded. “Just because I was gagging doesn’t mean I was done,” she said.

  I laughed and shook my head in amazement. I had no idea there were actually women out there like Gina. I thought they only existed in fiction.

  “Well, what do you think?” she said. “Care to give it another go?”

  “With pleasure,” I said, pushing my hips forward, sliding my cock into her mouth once again. I forced it as far as it would go, until her nose was pressing up against my stomach. Pulling on the back of her head, I held her in place as she deepthroated my cock, her eyes miraculously still turned up towards mine.

  Eight seconds in she started to gag. But I held her head in place, just as she’d instructed. A few seconds later she coughed, then followed that with another gag. But still I held on.

  Gina’s eyes were still somehow looking up at me. They were filled with pleasure even as they leaked tears, and I knew she still had more in her.

  She coughed again, and this time instinctively started to pull back. But still I held her in place, testing her limits, seeing how much she could actually take. Another gag, a deeper one this time, followed by a river of spit dripping out of her mouth and onto the floor. Still I didn’t let go.

  But the last gag had somehow allowed my cock even deeper access to Gina’s throat, something I’d not thought possible. And this new depth brought with it a different sensation, an evenly distributed pressure that was unbearable. Where moments ago I still had complete control of myself, now, just like that, I was mere seconds away from completely losing it.

  And so, nearly twenty seconds into what was by far the greatest deepthroat of all time, I quickly backed away, yanking my cock out of Gina’s throat in a heartbeat.

  She immediately started gasping for air as more saliva poured out of her mouth.

  “I still could have taken more,” Gina said after she’d caught her breath, her grin as wide as ever.

  “Maybe you could have but I couldn’t,” I said. “Another couple seconds and I would’ve came right there in your mouth.”

  “Then it’s a good thing you pulled back,” she said, her smile growing wider as she stood up. “Because you would’ve been in deep trouble if you finished up before giving me a good ass reaming.”

  “I figured as much,” I said.

  “So does that mean you’re ready?” Gina asked.

  “Ready for what?” I replied, messing with her a little bit.

  “You know,” she said.

  “Tell me,” I said. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you to put your cock in my ass,” she said, whispering into my ear. “And then I want you to fuck me until you’re ready to explode.”

  “Beg for it,” I whispered back.

  “Please fuck my ass with your cock,” Gina said, her pleading voice making me literally tingle with excitement. “I’m begging you,” she continued. “I need you to ravage my ass with your huge, hard cock. Please, please, please?”

  “Okay,” I said, feigning reluctance. “If you insist.”

  “Oh, I do,” Gina said, nodding her head vigorously. “I do, I do.”

  She turned around and slipped her shorts off and dropped to her hands and knees. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her back was arched and her ass was sticking up in the air, revealing revealing the butt plug she’d had in her ass for at least the last hour, if not longer. Until now it had been concealed by her shorts.

  “Holy shit, how long has that been in there?” I asked, marveling in amazement.

  “The whole fucking day,” Gina said. “I never leave home without my buttplug.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “You truly are one dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

  Instead of answering, she reached back and yanked the butt plug out of her asshole, leaving it gaping wide open.

  “Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” I said.

  “You like my gaping asshole, do you?”

  “I fucking love it.”

  “Do you want to stick your cock in it?”

  I nodded.

  “Then come and get it,” Gina said, giving herself a smack on the ass. “Destroy my asshole with that huge fucking cock of yours.”

  “With pleasure,” I said, grabbing ahold of my cock and sliding it into her gaping asshole.

  Gina let out a little gasp and I uttered a low moan as I entered her. “God dammit that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Your cock is so fucking tight inside my asshole.”

  “Yes it does,” I agreed as I moved my hips slowly forward and back, taking things slowly at first. “It feels fucking incredible.”

  “Give me more,” Gina said, working her ass back against my cock, forcing it deeper inside her. “I want it all.”

  “You do it,” I said. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”

  “Like this?” she said, slamming her hips back almost
hard enough to knock me over. “Is that how you want it?”

  “Just like that,” I said, bracing myself. “As hard as you want.”

  And she did, hammering her ass back, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her asshole. Her ass cheeks bounced off my hips, rippling in waves as our flesh smacked together.

  At one point, Gina got a little too aggressive with my cock, popping it out of her ass. “Put it back in,” she begged. “Put that big cock back in my tiny little ass.”

  So I did, slipping it effortlessly back into her asshole. The tip had barely even entered her when she started slamming back into me again, picking up right where she’d left off moments ago.

  “Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as she continued working her ass back against my cock.

  “You like that?” she said, turning her upper body around so she could look at me. “You like it when I work your huge cock into my tight little asshole?”

  “I fucking love it,” I said, giving her a smack on the ass to punctuate things.

  Gina smiled and nodded her head. “Do it again,” she said.

  So I did, smacking her other cheek this time.

  “Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep slapping my ass.”

  I smacked it again, first one cheek, then the other.

  “That’s it,” Gina said. “Harder. Make my ass fucking red.”

  I honored her request with pleasure, smacking away with my palm, each blow sounding like a gunshot in the small room.

  Gina put her head down and let out a low, guttural groan, still backing her ass against me all the while. Then she slammed back one last time and held it there, my cock buried deep in her asshole, my hips grinding against her ass cheeks.

  Her groan rose in intensity and then her body began to shake uncontrollably, shucking and jiving for a full five seconds before falling still. Then she took a moment to catch her breath

  “Holy shit that was a huge orgasm,” Gina said, looking back at me once again, her face filled with joy. “Getting fucked in the ass makes me cum so fucking hard.”

  I laughed and shook my head softly. “Where did you come from?” I said. “And where have you been my whole life?”