Erotic Kinky Filth - 8 Naughty Stories

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  I slide forward and straddle her chest, just below her tits.

  She reaches up to stroke my cock but I stop her, force her hand back down by her side. This is my time; I’m in control now.

  I pinch her rock-hard nipples and rub them between my fingertips; not softly but not too hard. She moans in pleasure and tries to squirm away. But I don’t let go. Making a guttural sound that’s somewhere between pleasure and pain, she shimmies and slides underneath me but I hold on, still rubbing them between my finger tips, increasing the pressure every few seconds. Her feet start to beat against the floor and her breath is coming more quickly now. I squeeze harder just for a moment then finally let go. She yelps and gives me the evil eye. But behind it is a nasty smile. I give her a moment to catch her breath.

  “You like that?” I say.

  “Hell yeah,” she says. “Give me some more.”

  I slap one of her tits, not lightly but not with too much force.

  “You like that too?” I say.

  “Love it,” she says.

  I slap her other tit.

  “Harder,” she says.

  I do so. First the right, then the left.

  “Harder,” she says.

  So I do.

  She moans.

  I slap them again, harder this time.

  She yelps.

  And yet again, harder still.

  She screams and bites down on her bottom lip, shakes her head from side to side. A tremor runs through her body. Her breath is ragged, labored.

  “You’re a nasty little slut aren’t you?” I say.

  “You’re damn right,” she says. “Now come up here. I want to taste you.”

  I turn around and back up until I’m sitting on her face. I drop my balls into her mouth. She suckles them, first one at a time, then both at the same time. She reaches around with her hand and strokes my cock. Then she lifts up my sack and licks my taint.

  I shudder and make decide to make myself busy, lest I finish up before I’ve had a chance to fuck her proper. So I slip my hand down her body until I’m fingering her snatch. It’s soaking wet, practically dripping. Her thighs are still close together, held there by the jeans which are still only halfway down her legs. But there’s enough of an opening for me to get my hand in there. I start off with one finger, stroking it up and down her pussy lips, rubbing the outside, getting her juices flowing even further. I add another finger and stick them inside her, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then picking up steam.

  She’s starting to moan in time with my finger thrusts and her sucking of my testicles becomes more intense. I stick another finger inside her, making it three, and push them in as far as they will go, in and out, in and out, in and out, faster, faster, faster still. She’s shuddering against my fingers, moving against them as I push them in, getting every single last centimeter out of them.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she says as I continue to finger-fuck her. Her legs strain against the confines of her jeans but they can’t go anywhere. She arches her back increasing the pressure against the top part of her vagina.

  “You’re gonna make me cum,” she growls in a guttural voice. “Oh god keep doing that, keep fucking me, yes, yes yes!”

  I can feel her reaching orgasm so I curl the tips of my fingers and keep them inserted firmly inside her, moving them up and down slightly, just enough to rub against her rough, pebbly G-spot, eliciting another series of deep shuddering moans that nearly turn to sobs as she climaxes. She hooks her arms around my legs as the moans reach a fevered intensity. Then she shudders deeply, once, twice, three times before relaxing and catching her breath.

  “Wow,” she says. “Just, wow.”

  “You like that?”

  “You’d better believe it.”

  I slip my fingers out of her. “Now it’s my turn.”

  I pick her up, carry her to the couch, and drop her on top of it. She lands on her side, giggling with delight. I grab her ankles, pull her towards me. I’m still standing at the edge of the couch, towering over her. I pull her shorts off and toss them aside. Then I drop to my knees and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Her pussy is gaping, dripping wet, beckoning.

  “You want my cock, don’t you?” I ask.

  She looks up at me and nods, biting on her upper lip.

  “Say it.”

  “I want your cock.”

  “Again,” I say.

  “Give me your cock,” she says. “Fuck me with your big hard cock.”

  I do as she asks, sliding my dick inside her, about halfway at first, taking it slow,. In and out I move, picking up steam as I go along, getting into a rhythm. She’s moaning, crying out in time with my thrusts as I go deeper and deeper, pounding her, in-out, in-out, in-out, her tight, tiny little pussy stretching, and she’s screaming “Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!” and I oblige, grabbing her legs just under her knees and pushing her legs back towards her head, holding her legs down, folding her in half.

  I fuck her harder, slamming into her, going deeper, and deeper and deeper still until she’s screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and then I give one final thrust and just hold it there, all the way inside her, balls deep, and she’s shuddering and pressing up against me, grinding on my pelvis, squeezing my cock with her insides, making guttural, animal sounds, her eyes closed, her face screwed up with exertion, tightening, tightening, tightening, then releasing me with a rush of breath.

  “I want to taste my pussy,” she says. “Come on baby, let me taste it.”

  I slide back and my cock slips out of her dripping wet pussy. She turns on her hands and knees and grabs my cock with her right hand and licks the juices off it, caressing it, running her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.

  “Mmmm, I taste so fucking good,” she says.

  And then she sticks my cock in her mouth and sucks it off, her tight lips working the tip of my cock while her hands strokes my shaft, making eye contact all the while. She pops it out of her mouth and I pick her up and spin her around. I put her on her back, upside down. Her legs are over the back of the couch where her head would normally be and her head is hanging off the front, down where her feet would normally be.

  I get down on my knees so my cock is at the same level as her head.

  “Give it to me, baby,” she says. “Stick your fucking cock down my fucking throat.”

  So I do, driving it all the way into her waiting mouth. In and out I pump, in and out, my balls smacking her nose, my cock working its way deeper and deeper into her throat. I can feel myself getting close to finishing so I force my cock down her throat one last time and hold it there.

  She starts to gag.

  “Hold it,” I say.

  She gags again, even louder this time.

  “Hold it,” I say again.

  Her arms start to flail and her gags are even louder.

  I hold my cock in her throat for another couple of seconds before pulling out.

  She gasps for breath, smiling all the while.

  I’m almost done. Another minute or so of good hard fucking and that’ll be it.

  I pick her up again, spin her around, put her on all fours.

  “Oh, you like it this way, do you?” she says.

  I don’t reply with my mouth. Instead I position myself behind her tiny little ass and stick my cock in her from behind and start fucking her.

  “Oh my god,” she says in a nasty-sounding half-moan.

  I’m real close now; there’s no slowing down. I’m pounding her from behind, her hard, tight ass the perfect receptacle for my rock hard cock.

  “Make me yours, make me yours, make me yours,” she moans as I fuck her from behind, our bodies pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh. “Please, please, please fuck me harder! Give it to me, baby, harder harder harder. I want to belong to you. You own me. You own me you own me you own me, you own me, you own me you own me. Please, please, please,” she begs. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.”

  I grab her pigtai
ls and pull back on her head, forcing her to arch her back, allowing me to penetrate her deeper. My cock glides into her pussy, stretching it, sliding in and out with virtually no resistance, her pussy dripping wet as she moans in pleasure.

  “Harder, harder, harder,” she says. “Fuck me harder!”

  I drop my hands to her shoulders and I pull back on her body as I pound her, allowing me to penetrate her even deeper still, her tiny ass making my cock look huge.

  She turns her head and looks back at me as I fuck her. “I want you to fuck me like I’m the dirtiest, nastiest whore you’ve ever met,” she said. “Harder. Harder! Harder!!!”

  I climb to my feet, and move them forward, giving myself more leverage over her, allowing me to slam into her with more force, fucking her as she’s screaming, then pushing her head into the carpet as I stand crouched above her and fuck her pussy from behind, hammering her, making her scream some more, and then I’m right there, just moments away, and I keep pounding, keep pounding, trying to push myself over the edge and then she says, “Cum for me, baby, cum all over me,” and my asshole tightens up and I feel a little tremor move through my body and then another one, more powerful this time, and then the urge is just too great, I’m going to cum, and I’m pulling out and ejaculating all over her back, a huge load, painting her tan, muscular back with white jizz.

  I’m leaning back, breathing hard and laughing a little bit and feeling good, feeling the short-lived relief that always comes with blowing my load. She is lying down, her stomach to the floor, her body sweaty with exertion. She turns her head and looks at me and her face is red, her mascara is a mess all over her face. But she’s still smiling, that radiant, bubbly, innocent smile. It looks totally out of place with my cum pooling in the low area at the small of her back but it turns me on, the dichotomy not bothering me in the least.

  “You want a towel or something?” I ask.

  “That would be great,” she says.

  “Hang on a sec, I’ll get you one.”

  “Thanks.”

  She lays there on the floor while I gather a hand towel and wipe my cum off her back.

  “You mind if I jump in the shower?” she says.

  “Be my guest,” I reply.

  She stands up and comes over to me. She climbs up onto her tiptoes and gives me a little peck on the cheek. “Thanks, baby,” she says. “I needed that.”

  “My pleasure,” I say.

  She gathers her clothes together and heads off to the bathroom. I head over to the nightstand. I pull my wallet out of a drawer, pull ten $100 bills out of it and walk into the bathroom. She’s already in the shower. I place the bills on the counter next to the sink.

  “Thanks again, baby,” she says from the shower. “Next time you’re in town, feel free to give me a call.”

  “I will,” I say. “Goodnight.”

  “’Night,” she says. She grabs a little bottle of shampoo and starts washing her hair. I leave the bathroom and head over to the bed. I climb on top of the covers, pull out the remote, and throw on Sportscenter. I’m still watching it ten minutes later when she walks out of the bathroom, throws one more wave in my direction, and walks out the door without another word.

  No difficulties, no small-talk, no pleasantries. All business, no bullshit. Just like I like it. I love escorts. They’re the only way to fuck.

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  BANGING THE BARELY LEGAL SLUT

  DIRK ROCKWELL

  Let me tell you about my barely legal neighbor. Her name is Kelly and she’s nineteen years old. Although not the hottest girl in the world, Kelly is extremely cute, with big brown eyes, long brown hair, and a tiny, incredibly tight body. Standing at just a shade over 5’8” and checking in at right around 120 pounds, she’s skinny but athletic, with well-defined muscles and a washboard stomach and thin but toned legs.

  But where she really shines is her attitude. Upon first seeing her, Kelly appears like she’s going to be petite and demure, even a bit shy, but it quickly becomes apparent that she’s wickedly smart and armed with a black sense of humor. Plus she had absolutely no qualms about speaking her mind, something that I adore in people, especially women.

  And in the bedroom? Let’s just say that she knows her way around. She’s up for anything, often instigating our more adventurous sessions and never turning down a request of mine, no matter how perverted.

  Kelly is a true slut, in the best sense of the word. And even though she’s almost three years younger than me, she has the experience and attitude of a much older woman, making me feel like the younger man, something that doesn’t bother me at all.

  We hooked up for the first time six months ago. We didn’t get super-freaky that afternoon but considering we’d only known each other for a few minutes before hopping into bed, I wasn’t complaining. After all, how often is it that you meet a girl while jogging and end up fucking her less than five minutes later? Not often. But that’s exactly what happened.

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  I was on my way back to my house after a three mile run and she was just getting home. She parked her car against the curb and exited the driver’s side just as I got to her driveway. I glanced up at her, saw that she was a cutie, and kept right on looking, even as she returned my stare. In fact, she was checking me out just as intensely as I was checking her out. More so, actually.

  “You like what you see?” she asked. She was glaring at me with eyes that were harsh but held an undercurrent of playfulness and one side of her mouth was turned up in a little smirk.

  I stopped in front of her. We were about five feet away. I was already done with my run, so I figured I might as well do a little bit of flirting, not expecting it to end up anywhere. I looked her up and down, just as she had done to me. She was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans and t-shirt. Nothing too revealing but she wore them well.

  “That depends,” I said. “Do you?”

  She shrugged. “You’re the best looking boy I’ve seen in a while.”

  I laughed softly. “Well thanks, I guess. I believe I can honestly say the same thing about you. Except substitute girl for boy, of course.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, speaking casually. “So do you want to come in and fuck?”

  “Excuse me?” I asked, a little smile masking my disbelief.

  “What? Did I stutter?” she said.

  “No, I guess you didn’t.”

  “Well then, what do you say? You like what you see and so do I. No sense beating around the bush. We might as well get on with things and see what comes of it.”

  I considered her offer, trying to figure out if she was just messing with me. I’m generally considered a pretty good-looking guy, even having done a little modeling for an underwear company back in my earlier years, and I was used to getting hit on. But not like this. Never like this.

  “You’re serious?” I asked, just to make sure.

  “Absolutely,” she replied.

  I pretended to think about it for a moment, but in reality, there was nothing to think about. She was a cute girl, and undoubtedly experienced, based on the way she was acting. Plus her forwardness could only mean good things in the bedroom.

  “Sure,” I said. “What the fuck.”

  “Great,” she said, turning and heading up the front walk. “Then follow me.”

  So I did.

  She unlocked the door and held it open for me. “By the way,” she said. “My name is Kelly.”

  “I’m Clay,” I replied, walking past her and into the living room. It was a decent enough place, fairly well furnished. I idly wondered if Kelly lived alone. Not that it mattered too much at this point.

  “Nice to meet you, Clay,” Kelly said, closing the door behind us.

  She took my hand and led me across the living room. My eyes were on her ass the entire time as it worked beneath her jeans. It was tight and tiny, exactly how I liked them.

  We went through the first door on the right. It was a sparse bedroom, consisting of a television
, a couple of bookshelves, a king-sized bed and not much else.

  I closed the door behind us and when I turned around, Kelly was already on her knees, her hands pulling down my flimsy running shorts and briefs I wore underneath.

  “Okay, then,” I said, caught off-guard but not complaining in the least. “I guess it’s going to be like that.”

  “Yes it is,” Kelly said right before she took my cock in her mouth.

  My cock was already chubby from anticipation and it quickly grew hard as Kelly worked it inside her mouth, licking and sucking on it like she’d done this a thousand times before. And maybe she had. I had no idea. But again, I wasn’t complaining.

  Shortly after my cock was hard, Kelly stood up and starting taking off her clothes without any pretense. I followed suit, stripping my shirt off and slipping out of my socks and shoes.

  Once we were both naked, she spun me around so my back was facing the bed, then gave me a little shove, pushing me down onto the covers, falling on top of me as I came crashing down.

  Before we had even stopped bouncing, Kelly was climbing on top of me, one leg on each side of me, straddling me. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue into my mouth and started slowly grinding on my cock.

  It wasn’t long before she began to pick up the pace, breaking off the kiss and leaning back until she was sitting straight up. With my hands on her waist, she worked my cock in and out of her pussy, moving her body back and forth, then in a circular motion, then bouncing up and down on it, mixing things up, keeping me from getting too comfortable.

  I ran my hands up her washboard stomach and grabbed ahold of her small but incredibly perky tits. I played with her nipples, rubbing and flicking and lightly squeezing them until they were hard.