Erotic Kinky Filth - 8 Naughty Stories

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  She wasn’t moving quickly, instead, she was gathering herself before every thrust, intent on driving her body down onto mine aggressively with every pass, using gravity as her friend, as though trying to hammer me into the floor.

  Once I proved I could take this particular style of pounding, she released my arms and transferred her hands to my chest, pressing down on me with her palms, giving herself more leverage as she pummeled me, impaling herself on my cock.

  Angelica started moving faster again, hammering away at me, her body slamming down upon mine just as forcefully as ever but twice as fast. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, her eyes boring down on me.

  The pain and pleasure were combining to bring me ever closer to cumming, but I refused to allow myself to cross that line until Angelica did. I couldn’t be positive that was another one of her tests, but it certainly made sense.

  It got even harder for me to keep from cumming a few seconds later, however. After letting out a deep, guttural growl, Angelica ran her hands up my chest and put them around my throat, choking me as she continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

  Being manhandled like that always turned me on, and it took me right to the edge of orgasm. It took everything I had to keep from cumming, especially when she squeezed a little harder, not quite choking my breath completely but making it more difficult to get air into my lungs, even as she continued slamming down on me.

  I was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Angelica’s face, she was too. But still I had to make sure she got there before I did.

  So I started lifting my hips upwards into her, trying to match her aggression with my own, hammering my cock up into her as hard as I could with every thrust.

  Luckily for me, it worked. Angelica closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath, holding it in while she squeezed my throat even tighter, completely cutting off my breath, then hammered herself down onto me one last time and held her body there, completely engulfing my cock, her ass pushing down on my hips as she froze up for a moment before releasing everything at the same time.

  Angelica’s eyes flashed open and her breath came bursting out in the form of a sharp, piercing scream. Her pussy gushed juices, drenching my cock, and her body shivered and shook for a few seconds before falling still. And she let go of my throat, allowing me to breathe.

  That last part was what put me over the edge. I’d been holding out for as long as possible, and when she released my throat I couldn’t help but cum, shooting my seed up into her as she sat atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy.

  Smiling, Angelica slowly grinded her hips against me, eliciting every last bit of sperm from my cock before climbing up off me.

  “Well,” I asked. “Did I pass your test?”

  “Almost,” Angelica said, grinning evilly down at me. “There’s just one more thing I need to see if you’ll do.”

  “What’s that?” I said, sitting up at the waist.

  “You’ll see,” she said, walking towards me, her grin still wide. She bent down and put her hands on my shoulders, forcing me to the floor once again. Once I was lying on my back she threw one leg over me, straddling me with one foot on either side of my head, her pussy (which was still full of my cum) hovering directly above me.

  “I don’t know about this,” I said, suddenly apprehensive as I saw where this was going.

  “Don’t be such a wimp,” she said, staring down at me. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

  “Says you,” I said.

  “I need to see if you’re capable of getting freaky enough to please me for the long haul,” Angelica said. “So far you’ve done a great job. Better than most, if not all of the other men I’ve been with. But we haven’t done anything all that extreme. Which is fine for our first night together. But if we’re going to continue doing this sort of thing, I need to know you’re willing to get a hell of a lot freakier. And this is the first step in that direction.”

  I just laid there, undecided, staring up at her pussy, which was already starting to leak my cum.

  “I’d understand if you don’t want to do it,” Angelica continued. “But it’s the final test. If you want to earn a night to do whatever you want to me, you have to let me do this one last thing to you. And quickly, before it’s too late. Besides, you might even like it. Who knows?”

  I took a deep breath. “Fine,” I said. “Do what you need to do.”

  Her smile growing wider, Angelica turned around so she was facing away from me, her head towards my feet, then squatted down, her ass and pussy hovering right above my face. I closed my eyes just as the first drop of my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto my face. There were a couple more drops, then Angelica dropped her ass onto my face and started grinding against it.

  She didn’t ride my face as aggressively as before but she didn’t take it easy on me either, digging her pussy into my nose and mouth rubbing back and forth against my face, coating me with a combination of both our juices.

  “That’s a good boy,” she said while smothering me. “Take that cum on your face and in your mouth. Now stick out your tongue and get it in there. I want you to clean my pussy out.”

  I did as I was told, only somewhat reluctantly. What she was doing to me was demeaning. It was filthy and perverted as hell. Not to mention disgusting. But for some reason it turned me on. I’m not exactly sure why but it did. Maybe it just opened up the possibilities for what I could do to Angelica when I had control. After what she did to me at the end of our session it would be hard to go too far with her. Or maybe deep down I just liked being forced to do things that I didn’t really want to do. But no matter what the reason, I found myself getting into it.

  “There you go,” Angelica said, no longer grinding against me but just sitting on my face while I worked my tongue into her pussy. “Show me how much you want to be with me. Prove it to me.”

  I lapped at her insides for what seemed like forever, my excitement growing all the while. I realized my cock was hard once again.

  Angelica noticed it too. “What’s this?” she said, bending over and taking my hard cock in her hand. “You’re actually enjoying yourself? I have to admit I’m impressed.”

  I was too but my mouth was too full to say anything.

  “In fact, I’m going to reward your newfound enthusiasm,” she said.

  Before I could wonder how she was going to do that I felt a warmth around my cock and realized she’d stuck it in her mouth.

  Angelica went to town on my cock while she continued to grind on my face, working it with her hand and mouth at the same time, bouncing her head up and down on it like a jackhammer, taking it balls deep with every pump.

  Maybe because it was so soon after I’d just came or maybe Angelica was just really good at sucking cock, but her mouth around my cock felt better than any blowjob I’d ever gotten before. It was sloppy and wet and aggressive and absolutely perfect.

  My excitement fully ramped up once again, I went to work more vigorously on her pussy, no longer caring about what had grossed me out just moments before. I got my hands into the act too, putting them on her asscheeks and spreading them wide, giving me deeper access to her insides.

  Angelica responded by deepthroating me, holding my cock deep inside her throat for a full ten seconds before letting it go to catch her breath. But she barely paused for air before going back to work on my cock, blowing me with just as much intensity as before.

  She was doing such an incredible job that it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow my load once again. I’d had multiple orgasms in one session before, but never so close together. It was quite a feat that Angelica could make me cum again so soon after shooting my first load.

  “Holy fuck,” I said, lifting her pussy off my face just long enough to warn her about it. “I’m gonna fucking cum again.”

  If Angelica heard me she didn’t acknowledge my words. She just kept on blowing me as aggressively as before, getting both hands in
to it at the same time, her mouth bouncing up and down on my cock in a quick, rapid rhythm.

  Figuring I’d given her fair warning, I went back to work on her pussy, licking and sucking and exploring it with my tongue while my orgasm got closer and closer.

  And then I was there.

  I groaned beneath her as my body froze up for a moment before releasing, sending cum shooting out of my cock for the second time in less than five minutes. The explosion was more intense than earlier but didn’t last as long. Three pumps, no more, all of which Angelica took in her mouth, not letting go of my cock until after I’d finished releasing all my sperm.

  Once I was done, she climbed off me and sat down on the floor next to me. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see a reservoir of my cum inside. I sat up at the waist to get a better view of what I knew was to come.

  Angelica flashed me a little smile then tilted her head back and swallowed my cum down in one gulp.

  I laughed under my breath and shook my head, amazed at the filthiness of the woman sitting beside me.

  “You’re one hell of a nasty girl,” I said. I meant it as a compliment and she took it that way.

  “I appreciate the kind words,” she said. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

  “Why thank you,” I said with mock seriousness. “I have to admit though, I was a little surprised there at the end. I thought this night was all about you.”

  “It was,” she said. “But I just figured if you were willing to eat your own cum, the least I could do is match you,” she said, smiling at me.

  “Sounds fair to me,” I said. “So, I have to ask: Did I earn another night with you?”

  “You most certainly did,” Angelica said. “And like we agreed on before, you can do whatever you want to me.”

  “I’m glad to hear that,” I said.

  “So am I,” she replied. “And if tonight was any indication, I think we may have a perverted little affair in the making.”

  “Hell, this was just a warm-up session,” I said, grinning at her. “If you think I’m going to take it as easy on you as you did on me tonight then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

  “Oh, I’m expecting you to take it to another level,” Angelica said. “Whether or not you take it far enough is a whole different story.”

  “I’m just worried I’m going to take it too far,” I said.

  “There’s no such thing as too far,” she replied. And from the look on her face, she meant it too.

  “We’ll just see about that.”

  “Yes we will,” Angelica said. “Yes we will indeed.”

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  IN LOVE WITH A PORNSTAR (DAY ONE)

  BROCK LANDERS

  Holy Shit.

  It actually happened.

  After spending nearly every waking moment over the last couple of days dreaming, hoping, praying and fantasizing about this turn of events, it actually happened.

  I fucked the girl next door.

  Well, truth be told, she did most of the work, but that’s to be expected. Why is that, you ask? We’ll get to that in a little bit. But first, I must digress. Set the scene, so to speak. Put some things on the record. Because, let’s be honest, this journal is going to be the only place I’ll ever be able to talk about any of this stuff.

  That’s the only downside to this arrangement; I have to keep it to myself. Which is kind of a bummer, really. I mean, I just lived out what is quite possibly every young man’s dream—even if they won’t come right out and admit it—and I can’t even share the experience with anyone. Not any of my friends, that’s for sure. It would be all over Facebook and Twitter within minutes. And this is something I definitely don’t want getting around. I can only imagine what would happen if my mom ever found out. It would be the end of the world as I know it. And I most definitely would not feel fine.

  But enough about my problems, let’s get to the good stuff.

  I first noticed her three days ago. I’d gotten home from school just after noon (it was my senior year and I only had a half-slate of classes) and my mom was still at work. I went to the fridge, got myself a Mountain Dew, opened the back door to let the dog out, then headed upstairs to spend a couple hours on the Playstation. But before I could get the game started, the dog started barking. So I looked outside to see what the fuss was all about.

  That’s when I saw her.

  It was impossible not to, really. After all, it’s not every day that you see a stranger lying topless on a lounge chair in your neighbor’s backyard.

  “Who the fuck is that?” I said, not realizing I’d said it aloud until I actually heard the words. As far as I knew, the neighbors were childless. Granted, they’d only been living next door for about a year, but I’d never seen anyone under the age of forty over there. And certainly not this girl. I would have remembered her.

  Even from a distance of a couple hundred feet, it was obvious she was ridiculously hot. A long, thin, perfectly-toned body, great tan, defined arms, sculpted legs, long brown hair, and a impossibly firm ass covered only by a micro-thin g-string bikini.

  I just stood there and stared, transfixed, my dick getting hard just dreaming about getting a closer look at her, let alone doing anything else.

  And then, as if on cue, she turned over, revealing her tits to the sun. On the smallish side but perky and firm, they were absolutely perfect. Not too big, not too small, more than a handful but not too much more. In a word, glorious.

  She reached over and grabbed a water bottle and took a drink, exposing the hollow of her neck, then stretched out and settled into position. She had sunglasses on, so I only caught a glimpse of her face, but from what I could tell it was just as gorgeous as the rest of her.

  I stood there for at least fifteen minutes, just staring and fantasizing, the rest of the world lost to me, my dick pressing painfully against my jeans. Questions bounced around in my head, all having to do with her. Who was she? How long would she be there? Did I possibly have a shot with her? (I knew the answer to this one of course, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind.)

  But most of all, one specific question nagged at me more than anything: Why did she look familiar? Because she did. At first I didn’t believe it. Just wishful thinking, I said to myself. There’s no way in hell I’d seen her before. It wasn’t something I would have forgotten. But that was the thing; I did remember. Somewhere, at one time, I’d seen her.

  I couldn’t pinpoint why she felt so familiar to me. It wasn’t anything specific, not any part of her body that brought up the recollection—not her face, not her great tits, not her tight ass—it was just a general feeling. It was the idea of her that tickled the tip of my brain, brought it right there on the cusp of recognition. Perhaps if I could just get a closer look, I would be able to—

  I was so locked up in my own thoughts that it took me a moment to notice she’d shifted positions again. This time she was sitting up a little straighter and her sunglasses were in her hand.

  With a start, I realized she was looking right at me.

  Holy shit.

  I quickly took a step back, out of her line of sight. I had no idea how long she’d been looking at me or if she could even see me for that matter, but either way I felt a flush of shame—not for looking at her (after all, it was obvious she didn’t care about being seen, in fact probably wanted to) but simply at being caught. I waited about a minute then tilted my head and peeked around the edge of the window to see if she’d had any reaction but she was gone.

  I started to panic. What did she go inside for? Because she was embarrassed at being seen? (Doubtful) To call the cops to complain about a peeping tom? (Highly doubtful) Because the phone rang? (Probable) Because she was simply done tanning for the day? (Likely) Or maybe it was something else entirely. But whatever the reason, she was gone. The show was over.

  After getting over my initial disappointment, I went into the bathroom and jerked off.

  #

  The next day I r
aced home to hopefully catch another glimpse of her, eschewing multiple requests by my friends to come over and hang out, giving them some lame excuse as to why I had to be home all the while keeping the real reason to myself.

  After arriving home I immediately ran upstairs to have a look.

  Bingo.

  She was out there again, lying on her back, wearing the exact same outfit, (or lack of one, more accurately) obviously either unaware or not caring one bit that I had seen her the day before.

  In fact, maybe it was nothing more than a coincidence, but today her chair was closer to my house and angled differently, so she was facing my window directly. Did she know I was watching her yesterday? Was this just her way of getting her jollies? Teasing me, perhaps?

  Yeah, right, said the rational voice in my head. Keep dreaming, buddy. It’s just a better angle for the sun, that’s all.

  Maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t. Who knew for sure? Certainly not I. But it didn’t really matter anyway. What did matter is that she was out there again, and this time I was prepared.

  I’d set up a chair in the far corner of the room, allowing me to see just barely over the bottom of the window, and (in theory) making it impossible for her to see me (because of the angle) even if she happened to glance up. I also had a pair of mini-binoculars in case I wanted to get a closer look.

  I closed and locked my door then pulled off my pants and sat down in the chair. My dick had been hard with anticipation pretty much all day, and now that the moment was here it was sticking out of my boxers without even the slightest touch. But that was about to change.

  I don’t know about other guys out there, but for me, if my dick’s hard the urge to stroke it is almost unbearable. And so I started to stroke it slowly, all the while not taking my eyes off the vision of perfection lying in the sun below me. I took my time, working my cock in brief intervals, not wanting to waste a single second of the view by blowing my load before she was done for the day. Occasionally I would use my free hand to bring the binoculars to my eyes for a closer look, but for the most part I preferred the long-view to the close-up one.