Erotic Kinky Filth - 8 Naughty Stories

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  So I hit the spot, right at the top of her pussy, digging just underneath her lips, rubbing with the tips of my fingers while she bucked up against them. Her breathing intensified. I shifted my arm, giving me a better angle, then rubbed more aggressively, causing her to buck even harder.

  “That’s right,” Dakota said in between gasping breaths. “Give it to me. Right there. Rub that clit. Rub that fucking clit.”

  And so rub that clit I did, giving it everything I had. She leaned towards me and threw her mouth up against mine and kissed me violently, her tongue flicking around my mouth, her moans coming faster and faster.

  She pulled her mouth from mind and her hands went to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my forehead up against hers.

  “Stick your fingers inside my pussy,” she said. “I want you to finger fuck me.”

  I obeyed again, sliding my fingers down the length of her pussy and sticking them inside. She was soaking wet; my fingers slid inside her without a hint of resistance. I moved them in and out of her, from the tips of my fingers to the middle knuckles, moving slowly, afraid of going to far or too fast.

  A needless concern, as it turned out.

  “Deeper,” Dakota said. “Force them in there. As deep as they’ll go.”

  I obliged, shoving my hand as deep as I could.

  “That’s better,” she said. “Now fuck me with those fingers.”

  I started moving my hand in and out, my fingers moving inside her, slowly at first, building up a rhythm, increasing the speed in time with her increased breathing rate. Pretty soon she was moving against them, riding them as they slid inside her, her hips bucking hard enough to force me to rise to my knees to ease the pressure on my wrist.

  I was still alongside Dakota but now up above her a bit, my body positioned about where her hips were. Her legs were spread wide and her hands were on her tits, groping and squeezing them and even getting in the occasional slap.

  On a whim, I slipped a third finger inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from her but no protestations. In fact she started bucking harder and moaning along with her labored breaths as I slammed my fingers into her pussy.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said, practically screaming now. “Give it to me. Just like that. Right there, right there, right there! Yes. Yes! YES!”

  I realized that I was rock hard again and wasn’t sure if it was from the way Dakota was talking or a reaction to her getting off or from being in control of the situation. Probably all three.

  And then Dakota was grabbing at my arm and pulling my hand from her pussy and sticking my fingers in her mouth, sucking her juices from them.

  “I need you inside me,” she said, shifting her body so we were lying side by side in the spoon position. “Stick that fucking cock inside my pussy.”

  She released my arm and reached around and grabbed a hold of my rock-hard cock and guided it into her pussy. Just like my fingers had, it slid in without resistance, like she was some exquisite oil, all warm and silky smooth.

  Finger-fucking her had gotten me more excited than I’d thought possible, so much so that I was practically ready to cum the moment I slipped inside her. So I didn’t even bother taking it slow; there wasn’t enough time.

  I slammed my cock up into her, going balls deep right from the beginning, then pulled back and gave it to her again, her ass pushing up against my hips with every thrust.

  “That’s right, baby,” she said, bucking up against me just as hard I was against her. “Give it to me. Fuck me hard. Give me what I fucking need.”

  Again and again I slammed into her, fucking her as hard as I could while I still had something left.

  “That’s it,” she said, her voice rising with every thrust and my thrusts increasing intensity with every word from her mouth. “Take it. Fuck me like you mean it. Own that pussy. Own it. Harder. Harder. Harder!”

  Her dirty talk took me over the edge. I slammed into her a couple more times, then pulled my cock out of her pussy and came all over her ass. It was yet another huge load, my third one of the day, something I’d never even come close to doing before.

  Dakota laughed and rubbed my cum into her skin as I fell back into the bed and tried to catch my breath.

  “Not bad,” she said. “Not too bad at all.”

  “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

  “No I’m not,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re no champion lover yet, but you’ll get there. Practice makes perfect, you know. Or like they used to say in the old days: ‘keep sticking it to me kid, and you’ll go far.’ Or something like that.”

  I laughed, then decided to press my luck. “So does that mean that this isn’t just a one time thing?”

  “Not unless you want it to be.”

  “Not at all,” I said, perhaps too quickly. Not that I cared all that much.

  Dakota turned on her side to face me. “I figure you can come over whenever you want until I head out,” she said. “If that sounds all right with you.”

  “It sounds more than all right,” I said. “It sounds like heaven.” I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it out loud, but what can you do? After what we’d done already that day I was surprised I could still talk, let alone think.

  “Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” Dakota said. She planted a quick kiss on my lips. “And you’re turning out to be quite the stud too.”

  I smiled and dropped my head, embarrassed.

  “Three times in a one hour, that’s pretty impressive. There’s some hope for you after all.”

  “I have a good teacher,” I said.

  “Not a good teacher,” she said. “A great one.”

  I laughed. “I know I probably shouldn’t ask this,” I said. “But I have to know.”

  “You have to know what?”

  “Why you’re doing this?”

  “Doing what?” Dakota said, her little smile telling me she knew exactly what I was talking about but making me say it nonetheless. She was shaping up to be diabolical in that way.

  “This,” I said.

  “What?”

  I gave her the evil eye. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”

  She raised her eyebrow playfully and nodded.

  “Why?”

  “Because I like to see you squirm,” she said.

  I sighed and did indeed squirm a bit. It was funny how much more difficult it was to say the words than to do the deed.

  “Come on,” Dakota said, her smile growing wider. “Don’t get all serious on me again. Just spit it out.”

  I laughed and once again asked myself how I could be embarrassed about saying a couple of words after what we’d done together over the last hour. There was no reason to be, so I just did as she said and spit it out without worrying about it.

  “Why are letting me fuck you?” I said.

  “I told you before,” she said. “I like to get fucked.”

  “I know, but . . .”

  “Why you?”

  I nodded. “I mean, besides the fact that I just happened to live next door. Or is that all there is to it?”

  “Nah, it’s more than that,” Dakota said. “Granted, that was the first step, but I don’t just let anyone fuck me. I have some standards.”

  “Like what?”

  “Well, they have to be cute, for one. Which you are. And they have at least a decent sized cock. Which you do. Those are the two main ones. But those two will only get you laid once. Anything more than that and you have to bring something more to the table.”

  “So I take it I bring something more?”

  “You certainly do.”

  “What?”

  “Well, you’re very eager. Granted, too eager sometimes, but that’s all right, because you make up for it with your stamina.”

  I could feel myself blushing and looked down at the ground. I had never taken compliments well.

  “Plus you’re very attentive,” she said. “And you take direction well. You d
on’t know how nice it is to be in charge of the situation for once. I’m used to having the whole thing planned out ahead of time, with the director constantly telling me what to do, how to do it, what look to have on my face, what to say, what position to fuck in next. With you it’s spontaneous. Which is nice. Although I do tell you what to do quite a bit, don’t I?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “But that’s all right. I like it.”

  “I know you do,” she said. “But pretty soon we’ll have to mix it up a bit. Let you take charge. If only for the experience. Girls love that, you know. When a man takes charge, tells them exactly what they’re going to do.”

  “Really?”

  “Hell yeah. Not all the time, mind you. But it’s a nice change, to let someone else take charge every once in a while. You like it, right?”

  I nodded.

  “So what makes you think we don’t too?”

  “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “I guess I never really thought about it.”

  “Well now you know.”

  “I certainly do.”

  “But you know what I like about you most of all?” she said.

  “What?”

  “You worship the ground I walk on.”

  “Come on, don’t give me that shit,” I said. “You must have thousands of guys that do that. And thousands more that would if they could.”

  “Did I mention your naïveté?” she said.

  “What? You don’t?”

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The fans, they’re pretty cool. Creepy as hell most of the time, but cool. They definitely worship me. But they worship anyone who will get naked and nasty on screen. It’s not me they worship, it’s their idea of me. Their idolized version of me. They don’t worship the real me. Not like you do. But in the industry I’m nothing more than a piece of meat. Tits and ass and three holes that are nothing but dollar signs.”

  “That sucks.”

  Dakota shrugged. “It is what it is. As long as you understand the nature of the beast before you get into the industry it’s not that big of a deal. I use them to make money just like they use me.” She drained the rest of her water and tossed the bottle to the ground. “And speaking of using someone, are you ready to go yet?”

  “Again?”

  She scrunched her face into an exaggerated pout. “What, you don’t want to fuck me anymore?”

  “It’s not that I don’t want to,” I said. “It’s just that I don’t know if I can get it up again so soon.”

  “That’s all right,” Dakota said. “You know why?”

  “No.”

  Her eyes were practically twinkling and the corner of her mouth was turned up in a sly little smile. “Because it doesn’t matter if your dick is hard while you’re eating my pussy.”

  #

  Even though it didn’t matter if my dick was hard, it still got hard pretty quickly. I’d never eaten a girl out before and was surprised at how much I liked it. The taste, the smell, the smoothness of Dakota’s insides, the way she shuddered beneath me, her juices covering my face, the cries of pleasure coming from her mouth, the control I had over her while I was down there; it combined to turn me on in ways I’d never imagined.

  I started with just my tongue, licking her pussy from bottom to top, like I’d seen it done in the movies. After a couple minutes of this, I stuck my tongue inside her and began to explore, shifting positions and pressure based on the feedback I received from her, just as she’d taught me earlier in regards to my fingers.

  A moan here, a groan there, a loud yap every once in a while. Every sound was a clue, and getting to know what they meant came easier and easier. I was starting to understand what she meant when she’d said practice makes perfect.

  The longer I was down there the more she was getting into it, opening herself up more by holding her legs back, squirming up against my face, consistent sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth. I glanced up at her face and saw her head thrown back, eyes closed, teeth biting down on her bottom lip, hands playing with her tits.

  She saw me peeking and grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face further into her, holding my face up against her soaking wet pussy, forcing me to breathe her in. I stuck my tongue out and held it rigid inside her and she rode it, up and down, up and down, her body quivering with every thrust.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed, bucking faster and faster up against my face. “Right there, baby. Right there! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!”

  She relaxed the pressure on my head but didn’t let go of it, instead using my hair to pull me up to her face. She kissed me, licked her juices off my face, then kissed me some more. One of her hands went down to my cock and grabbed a hold of it and started stroking it.

  “That was so fucking hot,” she said, stroking my cock as she talked. Our faces were centimeters from each other, our eyes locked together. “You made me so fucking wet I can barely stand it. Are you ready to give me that hard cock again?”

  “Yeah,” I said.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Then come on and give it to me,” she said, throwing her legs open and guiding my cock into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever, practically dripping with juices, and it accepted my cock with ease.

  “Oh my god,” Dakota said. “That’s what I fucking need.”

  I began to fuck her, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, trying to take it slow. But she was so wet it was difficult and I found myself speeding up in spite of myself.

  I grabbed ahold of her left leg and threw it up over my shoulder then leaned into her and gave it to her, my elbows locked out, my face directly above hers.

  “That’s right,” she said, bucking up against me the whole time. “Fuck me hard. Show me what that fucking cock can do. Give me what I fucking need, baby, give me what I fucking need.”

  I drove into her a couple more times then leaned down and shot my tongue into her mouth, giving myself a moment to relax and catch my breath. Once I’d recovered enough to keep going, I shifted my body until I was up on my knees, giving me more leverage and putting less stress on my upper body.

  Dakota threw her legs back, opening herself up even further, folding herself practically in half. She hooked her arms around her legs at the knees to hold them in place while I fucked her.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I laid into her, my hands on her tits and squeezing. “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!”

  And so I did, pounding her with everything I had, her little body squirming and shimmying beneath me as my cock moved in and out of her pussy, faster and faster, harder and harder, until I was ready to come.

  “Oh shit, oh shit,” I said.

  “Are you gonna cum?” Dakota said.

  Breathlessly, I said, “Yeah.”

  “Cum inside me,” Dakota said, still bouncing on my cock. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

  “Yeah?” I said.

  She nodded.

  So I did, my ass clenching tight then releasing, the built-up pressure leaving my body in a series of jerking spasm, my cock thrusting into her once, twice, three times as I shot my load into her pussy.

  After I was done I stayed inside her for a bit, staring down at her perfect body beneath me, her hands on my chest, a smile on her face, her breathing starting to come more regularly now. A few seconds later I pulled out and climbed off and laid down next to her on the bed.

  I looked up at the ceiling and thanked whoever was up there that had made this all possible.

  #

  We fucked twice more before I went back home, for a total of six times for the day. I’d never done anything remotely like it. Never fucked the same girl six times before, or ever even jerked off more than a couple times in a day. It was absolutely insane.

  And the best part about it? We still had 3 days until her parents were due back, all of which she planned to spend with me, assuming I could handle her for that long, of course.

  Only tim
e would tell.

  #####

  PUNISHING THE IMPOSSIBLY FILTHY 19-YEAR OLD SLUT

  MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

  I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Amber. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

  “Hey Amber, what’s up?” I said.

  “Are you busy?” she replied.

  “Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

  “Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

  I laughed. Amber wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 19-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

  “Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

  “Well, let’s just put it this way,” Amber said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

  “I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Amber was. It simply wasn’t possible.

  #

  I showed up at Amber’s door half an hour later.

  “It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Amber it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.