Erotic Kinky Filth - 8 Naughty Stories
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Gina flashed me a wide smile and gave me a wink. “I want to taste my ass,” she said. “Can I clean your cock off with my mouth?”
“Be my guest,” I said.
Gina crawled forward slowly, sliding her ass off my cock inch by inch, until it was completely free of her asshole. Then she turned her body around so her head was right in front of my cock. It was still as hard as ever and sticking straight out, flat as a board, with no limp whatsoever.
“Pretty damn impressive,” she said before opening her mouth wide and sliding my cock into her mouth without using her hands.
“Right back at you,” I said under my breath as she moved her head forward and back, taking a little bit deeper each time, cleaning my cock of her ass juices.
Gina’s head was turned up towards mine, our eyes locked together as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep in her throat.
“Holy fucking shit,” I said, my knees buckling just a bit as she continued to effortlessly deepthroat me.
This time, only seven seconds passed before I backed away, unable to take it anymore without shooting my load. It was one thing to keep from cumming when being deepthroated at the beginning of the session, before any real fucking had happened, but after fucking Gina’s ass for while, it was exponentially harder to maintain my composure.
Smiling, she grabbed my cock and smacked it against her cheek while she caught her breath. “You liked that, did you?” she asked.
“A little bit too much,” I replied.
“So I take it you don’t want me to do it again?”
“Not unless you want me to shoot my load down your throat.”
“I told you before, it’s not that I don’t want that,” she said, a devilish smile on her lips. “It’s just that I don’t want that right now.”
“Well then, you’d better not deepthroat me again until you do want that.”
“Fair enough,” she said. “But can I let you fuck my ass some more?”
“If you insist,” I said with mock disappointment. “But this time I want to see the look on your face while I’m inside you.”
“I think we can arrange that,” Gina said. She climbed to her feet and flopped onto the couch, facing me, her ass right on the edge of the couch and her head about halfway down the rear cushions.
As I stood over her, she grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled them back and towards her until her feet were up by her head, tilting her body back so her ass was up in the air and leaving her wide open to me. She hooked her arms around her legs, holding them in place, then ran her hands down her body. She took one ass cheek in each hand and pulled, opening herself up even further. Her pussy was dripping wet and her asshole was wide open.
“It’s waiting for you,” Gina said, smiling up at me. “My asshole is gaping and just waiting for you to fuck it.”
“Then let’s give it what it wants,” I said, spreading my legs and bending my knees so my cock was at the same level as her asshole.
“Yes,” she said, nodding. “Let’s indeed.”
I grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and slid it into her asshole. It went in easily, without any resistance whatsoever, which wasn’t a big surprise based on how loose it already was from the early fucking it had taken. I gave her my entire cock, balls deep, right from the get-go, hammering it in and out of her in long, slow, rhythmic thrusts.
“Yeah, bury that cock in my ass,” Gina said, staring up at me, looking me directly in the eyes with no shame whatsoever. “That’s right. Just like that. It feels so good, so fucking good.”
I agreed completely with her but was too busy concentrating on keeping things rolling smoothly to answer. Besides, the less I talked the more Gina did, and I definitely liked hearing her voice more than my own.
In the middle of one particularly aggressive series of thrusts, my cock slid out of her pussy right before I was about to hammer it back into her. My cock ran over the top of her pussy and my balls slammed into her asshole, causing me to flinch in discomfort. With my cock lying atop her flesh and my balls still pressing against her asshole, I took a moment to gather myself.
“A little too aggressive there, huh?” Gina said, smiling as always.
“Just a bit,” I said.
She shifted her hand down and grabbed my balls and gave them a little squeeze.
I sucked my breath in, not sure how much pressure she was going to put on them.
Gina laughed. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I just want to try something. Do you mind?”
“Be my guest,” I said. So far she hadn’t done anything to me that had felt less than awesome and I didn’t expect her to start now. But still, I could feel a hint of trepidation. Which was my normal reaction when someone had their hand around my sack. After all, there was a fine line when it came to that area of a man, and it was real easy to cross it.
But what Gina did caught me totally off-guard. It was something I’d never had done, in fact, I hadn’t seen it or heard of it happening either.
With hands as skilled as a surgeon, Gina isolated my testicles and pinched off my sack right above it, making a little package with the skin pulled tight around it. Then she guided the little package into her still-gaping asshole.
It was an incredibly tight fit, far tighter than my cock, and with her asshole squeezing my balls on all sides simultaneously, nearly unbearable. I don’t know about most guys, but testicles were infinitely more sensitive than my cock, and having both of them stuffed into her asshole had me close to tears. As it was, my foot was tapping on the floor and I was biting down on my bottom lip, trying to keep from groaning.
“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath while Gina grinned like a demon up at me. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort. And I wasn’t particularly surprised. I’d suspected she was a bit of a sadist right from the beginning. Which is one of the things I liked most about her.
“Too much for you?” she said.
I shook my head. And it wasn’t. For as painful as it was, it felt great too. Intense as hell and fucking incredible. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced; right on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain.
Gina’s grin grew wider and more mischievous, and before I could puzzle out her next move, she started bouncing her ass against me, putting even more pressure on my balls.
“Fuck me running,” I groaned, barely able to get the words out. The line between pleasure and pain had been crossed, and although my balls in her asshole still felt incredible, the sensation was simply too intense. I made it three thrusts before quickly backing away, unable to take the pain.
Laughing, Gina grabbed my cock and began playing with it, gently jerking me off. “Too much, huh?” she said.
I nodded sheepishly.
“Don’t feel bad, you did better than most,” she said, guiding the tip of my cock back into her asshole. “Now fuck me like you’re tying to break me in half. Pay me back for what I just did to you.”
“Gladly,” I said, thrusting my hips forward until my cock had disappeared into her asshole. Once it was all the way in, I held it there, our flesh smashed together.
Biting down on her bottom lip, Gina nodded, her eyes wide and staring directly at mine, egging me on. She clearly wanted more.
Keeping my cock planted deep in Gina’s asshole, I put one foot up on the couch for leverage and leaned forward, pushing even pushed harder, my hips digging into her flesh, my cock grinding against her insides.
“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Your cock is so deep in my ass. Fuck me with it. Hammer it in and out of me.”
So I did, moving my hips back slowly, only to slam them forward with everything I had, mining her asshole with my cock. My body pounded against hers with every thrust, forcing her deeper into the cushions, her entire body quivering every time I bottomed out.
“Pump that little ass with your big cock,” she said, her voice controlled but intense. “Yeah, that’s right. Just like that. Just like that!”
I gradually
increased the speed without diminishing the aggression, my body hammering down on Gina’s, our eyes locked together. We were in perfect rhythm, totally in synch. The world consisted of nothing but pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure. Not only for me, but for Gina too. One of her hands had migrated down to her pussy and she was using three fingers to rub furiously at her clit.
“Keep going,” she said, her tone getting a little sloppier, less controlled. “Holy fuck, keep going. Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
So I didn’t, using the last of my energy to maintain the ridiculous pace, hammering my cock into her ass with as much intensity as I could muster, not sure how much longer I could keep going.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Gina said, her voice rising with every exclamation, right along with the speed in which her fingers attacked her clit. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
And cum she did, her entire body shaking and gyrating, legs quivering, chest rising and falling, juices squirting out of her pussy and all over my stomach.
Once her orgasm had passed, she regained control of herself. Back again was the controlled woman with the intense, demanding demeanor. “That’s right, use my tight little ass,” Gina said, talking in a low, impossibly sexy voice. “Own it. Make it yours.”
It was a command, not a request, and for some reason that made it infinitely more erotic. So erotic, in fact, that it pushed me right to the edge of orgasm. Just like I’m sure she knew it would. Now that she’d had her orgasm, it was time to finish me off.
“Are you ready?” Gina asked as I continued hammering away at her asshole.
I nodded. I couldn’t do anything else.
“Yeah?” she asked, staring up at me, her eyes challenging mine. “Are you sure?”
I nodded again, more vehemently this time.
“Then give me that fucking cum,” she said. “Empty that fucking nutsack in my fucking ass.”
I did as she demanded, finally allowing my body the release it had been begging for. I continued pumping my hips even as I shot my load inside her asshole, cringing all the while, feeling the same combination of pleasure and discomfort that had been the theme of the evening.
It took a good six or seven squirts for my body to emptied of cum, after which I slowly let my cock slide out of Gina’s asshole.
There were some remnants of my cum leftover on my cock, but Gina took care of them without hesitation, sliding her body down the couch until she was sitting on the floor with her head between my legs in a heartbeat.
She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it of our combined juices, then started sucking on it hard enough to make me squirm and try to pull away. But she wasn’t having it, and wrapped her arms around my waist to keep my in place.
I eventually wrenched free and scooted backwards, smiling and laughing despite the discomfort.
“What?” Gina said, trying to look innocent. “You don’t like post-orgasm blow jobs?”
“They’re a bit intense.”
“That’s kind of the point,” she replied, climbing to her feet and gathering her clothes.
“I know, but still . . .” I said, trailing off.
“Well I love giving them, so you’re just going to have to get used to them,” Gina said, turning her head to give me a wink as she walked past me, heading towards the bathroom.
It took me a moment to figure out what she meant. And once I did I could barely maintain my excitement.
“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” I asked carefully after she emerged from the bathroom fully clothed.
“Not unless you want it to be,” she said.
“Hell no,” I replied.
“Good,” Gina said. “Because neither do I. It was fun. I’d like to do it again sometime.”
“I would too,” I said, still a bit dumbfounded.
“Of course, next time we’ll have to turn the intensity up even more, if that’s okay with you.”
“It’s more than okay,” I said.
“Great,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the front door. “Then I’ll call you when I have some free time.”
“I can’t wait to hear from you,” I said as Gina walked out of my condo, closing the door behind her.
I stared at the front door for a few seconds, still naked, then laughed under my breath and shook my head. What a day. One of the best of my life. And the idea that more would be coming? It was almost too much to think about. Almost, but not quite. I wondered what our next session would bring. I couldn’t wait to find out.
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GETTING OWNED BY THE FREAKY BABE
TOMMY SINS
I was minding my own business at the end of the bar, enjoying the scenery and my beer when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was completely different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that populated the bars out here in Southern California. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.
We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.
It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.
As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.
She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.
As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.
Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.
It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.
“How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.
“Not bad,” I replied.
“You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.
“Sure,” I said.
She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.
“Hey Angelica,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Angelica. And from the way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.
“Hey Frank,” Angelica replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.
“A Killian’s for me too,” I said.
“Just put it on my tab,” Angelica said to Frank.
“You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Angelica and one in front of me then disappeared once again
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“Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.
“No problem,” Angelica replied.
“I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”
“Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.
“And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.
“If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.
I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.
“Was I correct in my assumption?” Angelica asked once she’d set her drink down.
“You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”
“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”
A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.
“But I have to warn you,” Angelica said. “You may want to think a little more carefully before you commit to anything.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, suddenly cautious. “And why is that?”
“Because I’m a bit of a control freak,” she said. “I like to be in charge, to take the lead and run the show, doing whatever I want along the way.”
I let out a relieved little laugh. “That’s it? I thought you were going to say you were really a man or something.”
“Nope,” Angelica said. “I just like to get that part out of the way up front. Most men don’t deal with it very well.”
“Actually, I don’t mind that sort of thing. I kind of enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that about you,” Angelica said. “You look like you’re not afraid to get a little freaky in the sack.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep,” she said. “That’s why I headed over here in the first place. I’m an expert at reading people. Of course, just because I could tell you were into that sort of thing doesn’t mean that you can actually handle a night with me.”