Erotic Lust - 4 Tales Of Dirty Sex

by BS Publications

  As I continued hammering away her more aggressively than ever, I reached out and stuck my hand in her mouth and yanked down on her mandible, putting pressure on her jaw. She gagged but made no move to try and get me to let go. She obviously liked it. Time to see how far I could take things.

  I pulled my hand out of her mouth and gave her a little smack in the face.

  She replied by bucking harder against me.

  I smacked her again. “Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to treat you like shit?”

  Her eyes wide, Kelly nodded.

  “Is that how you like it?” I said. “Is that rough enough for you? Or do you still need more?”

  “More,” she said between gasps. “Give me more.”

  I slid my hand down and wrapped it around her throat.

  “Like that?” I said.

  She nodded.

  “Do you want me to choke you while I fuck the shit out of you? Is that what you want?”

  She nodded again.

  I squeezed a little tighter, still slamming my cock into her pussy the whole time.

  “You’re a fucking little slut, aren’t you?” I asked, marveling at her abilities.

  She nodded yet again, her face starting to turn red from the lack of oxygen. Seeing her so helpless turned me on immensely, almost putting me over the edge. I released her throat and pulled my cock from her pussy and sat down on the couch.

  Kelly climbed to her hands and knees and crawled over the couch towards me. “I got this,” she said. “It’s my turn.”

  She climbed atop me and sat on my lap, reverse-cowgirl style, facing away from me, her ass pushing back against my cock, her legs outside of mine.

  She grabbed ahold of my cock and lifted her body slightly, then maneuvered my cock into her pussy. After it was deep inside her, she grabbed my knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.

  “There we go,” Kelly said as she started riding my cock, bouncing up and down on me in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

  She was slamming down onto me, her ass bouncing against my groin, impaling herself on my cock. My hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life while she pummeled me.

  “You like that?” she asked, catching my eye in the mirror. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”

  I flashed her a nasty smile.

  “Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Kelly said, returning the look. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.”

  “I love it,” I said. “I fucking love it.”

  She put her hands on my knees and leaned forward, then started pummeling me even more aggressively.

  “Slap my ass,” she said.

  I did as I was told.

  “Harder,” she said. “Like you mean it.”

  So I did, slapping her ass in time with her thrusts.

  “That’s right,” Kelly said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  She pounded away at me, smashing my balls as she dropped her body onto me with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second, right along with mine.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed while I continued slapping her ass. It was glowing bright red but I didn’t let up on it one bit. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

  Kelly turned up the intensity even more. Her screams reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at me, but simply expressions of pure pleasure. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to make sure she got there first. So I held back, waiting for her to get there too.

  I didn’t have to wait long.

  She continued hammering down on me for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as she reached orgasm. Her body shuddered and shook at the same time mine did, my cock shooting it’s load up into her pussy as she continued pounding away at me for a few more seconds before falling still.

  I gave her one final slap on the ass and she climbed off my cock. She turned around and I could see that she had a wicked smile on her face.

  “Better?” I asked.

  “Much better,” Kelly replied. “Of course, it can still get quite a bit crazier.”

  “And it will too,” I said. “Especially now that I know you like it rough.”

  “I can’t wait,” she said, bending over and giving me a kiss.

  “Neither can I,” I replied, patting her on the leg. “Neither can I.”

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  MANHANDLED

  TALES OF A CLOSET SLUT: BOOK THREE

  TORY MYNX

  One of the coolest things about being a dirty little slut is you are constantly surprising people. And not only people that haven’t met you before, but people you’ve been with multiple times.

  The key to being a true dirty slut, however, is the ability to surprise people that you’ve banged multiple times before. Take Chris, for example. I’ve been with him four times before, and he’s pretty damn good in the sack. Even though we’ve done some pretty fucked-up things, he still has no idea how depraved I can be. We’ve never gotten too crazy, even though I get a strong sense that he’d like to.

  Every time I’m with him I keep waiting for him to take things a little further and I can tell that he wants too also. I think he’s just holding back because we don’t know each other all that well and it’s a pretty big leap to take, going from fairly normal, hard sex to roughing a girl up, especially since we’ve only fucked a couple of times, and a few months apart to boot. But that’s what I’m in the mood for tonight. And since Chris is the only man I’ve been able to get a hold of tonight, he’s just going to have to give me what I want. Whether he likes it or not.

  So after giving him a call and inviting him over to my place, I get myself ready then hang out on the couch with a bottle of wine while I wait for him to arrive.

  At just before 8pm there’s a knock on my door. I put my wine glass and the now-empty bottle of wine back in the kitchen, then head over and answer it.

  I open the door and just stand there, staring at Chris, and more importantly, letting him stare at me. I’m wearing a cutoff, blue-and-white striped long sleeve t-shirt that barely covers my small but perky tits and shows off my perfectly tanned, washboard stomach and blue panties that show off my long, shapely legs and tight ass.

  For his part, Chris is dressed up in a collared shirt and slacks, looking long and lean and sexy as usual. His dark hair is longer than the last time I’d seen him, almost reaching his shoulders, making his already angular features seem even more chiseled.

  “So are you going to come in or just stand there looking at me?” I say, giving him a little bit of attitude.

  A little grin shows up on his face and he steps inside the room. “It’s good to see you, too,” he says, his tone sarcastic.

  “So what’s on tap for this evening?” I ask after we make our way over towards the couch. But we don’t sit down, we just stand there, looking at each other, both with little smirks on our face.

  “Whatever you want,” Chris replies.

  “Do you really mean that?” I say.

  Chris nods but he’s a little apprehensive about it, probably due to my tone.

  I flash him a devilish smile. “Are you sure?”

  “I thought so,” he says. “But with the way you’re looking at me right now, I’m not so sure anymore.”

  “Well you’d better be,” I say. “Otherwise I’ll just have to go find someone else to give me what I need.”

  “And what is it that you need, exactly?” he asks.

  “I need to get punished,” I say. “Do you think you can punish me?”

  “Oh, I could probably do that,” Chris says, his eyes lighting up and his grin growing larger.

  Yep, just like I thought. He’s totally into that sort of thing. But I still need to push him further, to get him in the correct mindset to truly let it go. “Probably? Or defini
tely?”

  “I can sure as hell try,” he says.

  “That’s not good enough,” I say. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know that you can take things all the way. I mean, really lay into me.”

  “I can do that,” Chris says, the look on his face displaying the attitude that I knew was always right below the surface.

  “How much can you give me?”

  “Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.

  “Shit, you know I can take whatever your pathetic ass can dish out,” I say, knowing that he’ll take the challenge to heart. He’s definitely one of those macho guys that has to accept every front to his ego head on. Without exception. He was just born and bred that way.

  Chris’s eyes light up even further. “You talk a big game,” he says. “But I don’t think you can truly handle me.”

  “I always have before.”

  “That’s because I always took it easy on you.”

  “And why is that? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”

  He just shrugs. But he is grinning and his eyes are lit up. He thinks he’s too much for me. Time to put him in his place.

  “You think you’re a badass but you ain’t shit,” I say, knowing just how hard he’s going to try and prove me wrong. Which is exactly the point. “I’ve had 18-year old girls rough me up more than you’re going to.”

  “Is that how you want it?” he says, his smile growing wider. “Rough?”

  “As rough as you can make it.”

  “No holds barred?”

  “None.”

  “I can do anything to you I want?”

  “Anything at all,” I say, walking towards him. “Choking, slapping, hair-pulling, and more. The whole nine yards.”

  “I don’t know,” he says, backing up slightly as I approached, suddenly apprehensive.

  “I knew it,” I say. “You’re all talk. When it comes to doing the deed you just don’t have the balls.”

  His grin takes on a harder edge. I’m starting to get to him. Time to pour it on.

  “You’re scared,” I say. “I can see it in your eyes. You don’t think I can take what you have in mind.”

  “I know you can’t,” he says.

  “Try me,” I say. “Fucking try me and let’s find out who’s right and who’s wrong.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” he says, suddenly yanking my shirt off, exposing my small, perky tits. My nipples are already rock hard. He fondles one of my tits and roughly pinches my nipple, forcing a gasp from my throat. Then, without warning, he slaps down on it.

  I bite down on my bottom lip and let out a little moan. It hurts for just a moment before fading into pleasure.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I say, smiling wickedly. “Do it again.”

  Grinning back at me, Chris slaps down on my tit again, harder this time.

  “Harder,” I say.

  So he does, hard enough that the sound echoes about the room.

  “Harder,” I say again, even though tears are leaking out of my eyes and my tit already stings. “Like you mean it.”

  He obliges.

  “Is that all you got?” I ask.

  Grinning wickedly now, he does it again. And again. And again, forcing me to flinch more every time.

  But then, at just the right time, he stops. Chris is smart enough to know that mixing pleasure in with the pain keeps things infinitely more interesting.

  Bending down, Chris leans forward and takes my raw nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently, my pleasure heightened because of the sudden absence of pain. But he doesn’t let me feel good for too long.

  Rising up, he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth, then goes to work on my other tit, slapping away at it until I’m just about to go over the edge between pleasure and pain before bringing me back down by caressing my nipple with his mouth.

  “Not bad,” I say. “Not bad at all. But still I need more.”

  “Don’t worry,” Chris says, spinning me around so my back is to him. “You’re gonna get it.”

  He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. Then, holdings my wrists together against my back with one hand, he uses his free hand to pull off his belt.

  “Let’s see how you like this,” he says as he wraps his belt around my wrists in an interlocking fashion and then tightens it, incapacitating my arms behind my back before spinning me around so I’m facing him again.

  “I fucking love it,” I say, smiling widely.

  Without warning, Chris grabs ahold of my throat and starts to squeeze, not so much that I can’t breathe, but not lightly either. With his other hand, he slaps my face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

  After taking a moment to let me recover, Chris slaps me again. He’s squeezing my throat more tightly, making it extremely difficult to breathe. But still he doesn’t let up, slapping me again.

  I can feel my face turning red as I try in vain to get air into my lungs. But still I don’t want him to stop, which is a good thing because it doesn’t appear that he has any intention of doing so.

  He slaps me again. And again.

  Chris is squeezing my throat with everything he has now, making it impossible for me to breathe. Even though the rational part of my brain knows that I’m not in any danger, my body rebels against the lack of air, my arms straining against their bonds, but I can’t break free.

  With my hands bound behind my back there’s nothing I can do to stop Chris from exerting his will over me. I can only hope that he lets me breathe before it’s too late. He is no longer slapping my face, but he’s still pinching my throat with his fingers.

  Staring directly at me, his face inches from mine, he carefully watches my eyes as I slip towards unconsciousness.

  “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Chris says, his voice sounding tinny and far away to my ears.

  I try to nod my head but I can’t move it.

  The world starts to gray around the edges and now I can no longer hold my head upright. A couple seconds later the world goes black.

  The next thing I know, everything around me is in ultra-bright colors as I gasp and cough, trying to get air into my lungs. My entire body is tingling from the sensation, from my head to my toes and everything in between. And my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been in my life, soaking my panties as though they’ve just been through the washing machine.

  Chris takes advantage of my wetness, sliding my panties down my legs then slipping two fingers into my pussy.

  I let out a loud gasp as he starts to bang away at my insides, not even bothering to take things slowly.

  It isn’t long before he adds a third finger into the mix, then a fourth, jamming them into my soaking wet pussy and hammering away at my snatch without mercy while my body shakes and shimmies and I gasp for breath as an orgasm quickly builds inside me.

  But Chris doesn’t stop there.

  After destroying my pussy with four fingers for half a minute, he turns up the heat, again reaching out with his free hand and wrapping it around my throat.

  Staring at me, his eyes locked onto mine, Chris chokes me while continuing to mercilessly hammer my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me now.

  The pleasure I’m feeling combined with my lack of air supply is intoxicating and it brings me to within inches of cumming again. Before I know it, I’m right on the edge, my body tight and tense, just waiting for the cue to release.

  And then it comes, as Chris lets go off my throat but continues banging away at my pussy.

  I let out a deep growl as an orgasm pours through my body, causing me to shake and shimmy and shoot a river of juices out of my pussy and all over the floor.

  “Holy fucking shit!” I moan as my body starts to recover. “That was fucking incredible!”

  But Chris isn’t satisfied. Without so much as even acknowledging my declarations of pleasure, he spins me around so I’m facing the wall then shoves me up against it. With my face and ches
t against the wall, Chris presses his body up against mine, his hard cock (which is still trapped in his pants) pushing up against my lower back.

  “Is this what you want?” Chris says, his mouth right against my ear. “To be held up against the wall and fucked without mercy?”

  “It’s exactly what I want,” I say.

  “Yeah, I bet it is,” Chris says. “Because you’re a filthy fucking slut.”

  “That’s right,” I say. “The filthiest.”

  “Tell me you want my cock,” he says.

  “I want it,” I said, my voice an exaggerated whine. “Please give it to me.”

  “What do you want?” he asks, taunting me, playing with me.

  “You know,” I say, playing coy.

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

  “I want your cock,” I say, rubbing my ass back against him. I can feel his cock pressing even harder against his jeans now. I can’t wait to feel it pounding away at me.

  “Where do you want it?” Chris says.

  “Inside of me.”

  “Say it again. I want to hear it again.”

  “I want your cock inside of me,” I say, my voice radiating need. “Please give it to me. Please.”

  “Soon,” he says. “But not yet.”

  And with that, Chris grabs a handful of my hair and uses it do lead me across the room towards the couch.

  Once we’re there, he hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist and picks me up. After spinning me around, he drops me onto the couch. I’m upside down and backwards, my back resting on the cushions with my still-bound arms between them, my head hanging off the front of the couch, where the legs usually go, and my legs draped over the back, where the head usually is.

  Once I’m in position, Chris pulls his pants off and drops to his knees. His cock is stiff as a board and resting on the underside of my chin. He grabs ahold of his shaft and smacks me with his cock a couple of times and then slides it into my mouth.

  Chris proceeds to fuck my face, going full-bore right from the get-go, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. After a little while, he grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and hammers his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.