Hot And Filthy Babes - Four Tales Of Extreme Sex

by AE Publications

  Eric is still trying in the process of recovering from his orgasm when Tory says “You’ve done good. But we still have one little trick up our sleeves.”

  “What’s that?” Eric says.

  “You’ll see,” Jasmine replies as she walks past him.

  As Eric watches Jasmine climbs up onto the couch and lies down, her back to the cushions, her head to the ceiling. Her head is between his legs, right about even with his knees.

  Smiling like the devil, Tory climbs off him and backs her ass up so it’s directly above Jasmine’s face. With her eyes still locked on Eric, she squats down until her pussy is almost touching Jasmine’s mouth and sticks two fingers inside her pussy.

  A little shiver runs through Eric’s body as he realizes what these two dirty sluts are doing. He watches intently as Tory’s finishes digging around inside her pussy and slides her fingers back out.

  A couple seconds later a river of his sperm is dripping out of Tory’s pussy and into Jasmine’s waiting, open mouth.

  Tory squeezes out a few more drops then helps Jasmine into a sitting position. Tory then turns her head to the ceiling and Jasmine lets Eric’s cum drip from her mouth to Tory’s.

  Eric watches with amazement as they swap his sperm back and forth a couple more times then make out for a good thirty seconds before Jasmine finally throws her head back and swallows his load in one gulp.

  He starts to clap. He just can’t help himself. “Very impressive,” he says.

  “You like that?” Jasmine replies. She’s sitting back on the couch. Tory’s head is lying on her lap. Both girls are smiling.

  “I fucking love it,” Eric says.

  “Do you think it’s something you’d like to do again one of these days?” Jasmine says.

  “I know it is.”

  “That’s good to hear,” Tory says. “Because I had a good time.”

  “I told you,” Jasmine says, turning towards her.

  “Yes you did,” Tory replies.

  “She told you what?” Eric asks.

  “That you knew what you were doing,” Tory says. “I was skeptical, based on the habits of the men we usually service in this business, but she was right. You’re pretty damn good in the sack.”

  Eric drops his eyes. He’s never been good at receiving compliments. “Thanks,” he says awkwardly.

  “Oh, and shy too,” Tory says. “I never would have guessed that.”

  “I told you he was different,” Jasmine says.

  “You did indeed.”

  “Okay, cut it out,” Eric says. He can feel his face turning red. Why he’s embarrassed now, after what they did that night, is beyond him. But he is.

  “All right, all right,” Tory says. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I was just trying to be nice.”

  “I know,” Eric says. “And thank you. You’re not too bad in the sack yourself.”

  Tory and Jasmine start laughing. Eric joins in.

  “Why thank you,” Tory says once the laughter dies down. “I aim to please.”

  “I’m so glad this worked out,” Jasmine says. And you want to know the best part? The more comfortable we get with each other, the better the sex will be.”

  “I didn’t realize it could get any better,” Eric replies, only half-joking.

  “Of course it can,” Tory says. “Tonight was only a primer. Next time we get together, things are going to get even freakier.”

  He can feel his dick getting hard again just thinking about what other possibilities the girls had in store. “Even freakier than tonight?”

  “Hell yes,” Jasmine says. “Imagine what we do together, multiplied by two. Maybe even three.”

  “Or four,” Tory says. “Depending on how much you can handle, of course.”

  “Oh, I think he can handle quite a bit,” Jasmine says. “Right, Eric?”

  “I guess we’ll just have to find out,” he replies. “In fact, if you don’t have any other plans for the night . . .”

  Jasmine shoots him a surprised look. “You want to go again?”

  “Sure. Why not?”

  “Do you have it in you?” Tory says.

  “Not right this moment,” he says. “But if you girls want to jump in the shower, I’ll go hit an ATM and grab a couple bottles of wine. After I get a few drinks in me I’ll be as good as new.”

  Jasmine looks at Tory. “Well, what do you think?”

  “It’s fine with me,” Tory says. “I don’t have anywhere else to be tonight.”

  “Neither do I,” Jasmine says. She turns back to Eric. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

  “I’m positive,” he says.

  Jasmines smiles. “Then I guess we’ll see you in a little while.”

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  MY NAUGHTY BABES: MELANIE

  SCOTTY DIGGLER

  I’m a traveling man. Not quite in the old-school sense of the word, necessarily, but in the spirit of it, at least. My job takes me around the country, keeping me continually on the move; two weeks on the West Coast, a day in the Midwest, a weekend the South, then on to the East Coast for a week before heading back west. We have companies in almost half of the states of the US, and I’m constantly putting out fires in every single one of them.

  Needless to say this precludes me from having a traditional relationship. It simply wouldn’t be fair to be gone from my family at all times; not to me or to them. But that’s okay. I’ve never been much for the traditional lifestyle anyway. I prefer to do things my own way.

  Luckily for me I’m a pretty good looking dude, a tall and dark-haired 27-year old with a body honed from years of playing sports and working out. I’m extremely comfortable in my own skin and have a pitch-black, self-deprecating sense of humor. Which is a long-winded way of saying that I’ve never really had any trouble with women.

  That last part has made things pretty easy for me while I’m on the road. Over the years I’ve cultivated a number of relationships, leaving me with one woman for each of the cities I visit on a regular basis. They’re not girlfriends in the traditional sense but they’re more than just fuck-buddies. Each women is someone I spend the majority of my non-working time with when I come into town, sort of like a short-lived, temporary relationship, minus all the hassles. We party, we go to dinner, we hang out, and we fuck. Then we both move on until the next time I’m in town.

  There are, of course, occasional issues that flare-up in this kind of set-up, but for the most part, it works wonderfully. I’m certainly happy about my life. The way I see it I get the best of both worlds; a bevy of hot, awesome, sexually-active companions without the hassles and pitfalls of a long-term relationship. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

  #

  I arrived in St. Louis at 6PM, got into my rental car, and made my way towards Melanie’s apartment. I had four days in the city, most of which were going to spent working, but tonight I had the evening to do with what I pleased. So I’d made plans to take Melanie to dinner before settling down for the night.

  Melanie was a 23-year old graduate student at the University of Missouri, where she was studying to be a biochemist. I’d met her a couple years back when she was working part-time at one of our sister companies, helping make ends meet.

  At a shade under 5’4” and barely more than 100 pounds, Melanie was a tiny young woman with long brown hair and a rocking body. She was one of those lucky girls that could go either way; she could play down her looks and be the girl-next-door, cute as a button, all innocent and wholesome looking, or she could sex things up and pull off the filthy, slutty look with ease.

  Most of the time, I preferred the latter. Luckily for me, on this night, that was what I got.

  It was just after 7PM when I knocked on her door.

  “Come on in,” I heard Melanie call out. “I’m in the bedroom.”

  I opened the door and walked in, then closed and locked it behind me. I made my way into the bedroom, an excited little smile playing on my lips. I loved these
first nights with one of my girls. It was like Christmas morning every single time.

  I pushed Melanie’s bedroom door open and peeked inside her room. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror attached to the wall next to the bed, putting the finishing touches on her bright-red lipstick, which combined with the generous portion of black mascara around her eyes and the teased-up, slightly ruffled hair to give her that ultra-slutty look that I loved so much.

  Her outfit played it up too, consisting of a long-sleeve white blouse that showed off her small but firm and perfect tits while leaving her flat midriff exposed and a tiny jean skirt that barely covered her ass and left her black g-string panties visible. And just to top things off she was wearing a pair of black knee-high boots with heels that added four inches to her frame, making her almost my height.

  Melanie caught my eye in the mirror and flashed me a smile. “What do you think?” she asked, spinning in place.

  “I think I’m already hard just from looking at you.”

  “You like it that much, huh?”

  “Like it? Hell, it’s all I can do to not cream my pants right now.”

  Melanie laughed and went back to finishing up her lipstick. It was a totally unnecessary move, meant only to taunt me with her puckered up lips. And it worked. I just couldn’t resist.

  I came up behind her and pressed my body up against hers. My already hard cock was pressing against my pants, poking her in the lower back, right above her ass. She caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled wickedly. I returned the gesture.

  “I thought we were going to dinner?” Melanie said, acting all innocent.

  “We are,” I replied. “Just not until after I ravage you.”

  “I don’t know,” she said, pretending to play hard-to-get, a ruse that was undermined by her wry smile and the tone of her voice, not to mention her body, which was rubbing up against mine with deliberate intentions. “It took me half an hour to get made up like this. I don’t know if I want to go through that again.”

  “Please,” I said, drawing the word out to play up my mock disgust. “You know this is exactly why you got all dolled up. You wanted to make it impossible for me to keep my hands off you.”

  “I must admit, I was hoping it would have that effect.”

  “Then stop your whining and let me do what I’m good at,” I said as I ran my hand up the side of her body, slipped my hand under her shirt and cupped her right breast. I pinched her nipple and felt it harden beneath my fingers almost immediately. She let out a low moan as I rubbed her nipple between my fingertips.

  “Oh, okay. Fine,” Melanie said in an exaggeratedly resigned tone. “If you can’t keep your hands off me, then I guess I’ll just have to let you do your worst.” She began rubbing her ass up and down against me, her breathing rate growing more and more rapid with every second.

  I leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe while I switched my hand over to her right nipple and gave it the same treatment as the left one. Once both were hard enough to be poking through the material of her shirt, I slid my hand out from under her shirt and continued running it up her body until it was wrapped loosely around her throat.

  Our eyes were still locked together via the mirror while I lifted her chin slightly and licked and sucked at her exposed neck. Her hands came up to her tits and she grabbed ahold of them over the material and played with them.

  Melanie’s breath continued to grow shallower and quicker as I ran my other hand down under her ass and curled my fingers and start playing with her pussy, rubbing it over her panties, causing them to soak through almost immediately.

  She tilted her head up and back, kissing my lips as I slid her g-string to the side, giving me access to her pussy proper. I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and started banging her with them. One of her hands dropped to my crotch and began rubbing my cock through my pants.

  I stuck my tongue deeper into her mouth and explored more aggressively, matching the intensity of my fingers, which were now slamming in and out of her pussy with more vigor. Melanie turned it up a notch on her end too, unzipping my fly and sticking her hand into my pants to get a better grip on my cock.

  Our lips were still locked together as I added another finger to the fray, making it three inside of her pussy. She countered by pulling my cock out of my pants and starting to jerk me off.

  Suddenly I pulled my head back, breaking off our kiss. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked on them greedily, licking her juices from my fingers, cleaning them off one by one while she looked at my reflection in the mirror.

  When she was done, I ran my free hand back down towards her ass and gave it an upwards slap. She yelped in surprise and pleasure. I did it again. She made the same noise and starting jerking me off more aggressively while she groped at her tits with her other hand, slapping and smacking them and pinching her nipple. She was obviously enjoying herself. As was I. And things were about to get even better.

  I grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it inside her pussy and slowly started moving my hips back and forth. It wasn’t long before I was giving her every inch of my manhood.

  “God damn,” Melanie said. “That feels so fucking good. I’ve missed you so much.”

  I wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite shoulder and pulled her closer to me until our heads were just inches apart. My other hand slid up her waist and grabbed ahold of her breast and squeezed as I laid into her with everything I had.

  Melanie spread her legs further apart, allowing me to get in under her body, giving me a better angle to work with. I ran my hand down her stomach and between her legs and began rubbing her clit as I continued fucking her from behind.

  “Holy shit,” she said between deep, shuddering breaths. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that hard cock of yours.”

  We were both breathing hard and grunting softly, filling the room with the sounds of sex. Melanie’s pussy was so wet it was difficult to keep my cock inside her, it threatened to slide all the way out of her every time I pulled back it was so slippery.

  A short time later, gasping for breath and needing a break, I leaned over, my stomach pressing against Melanie’s back and my chin resting on her shoulder.

  Melanie turned her face so she was looking over her shoulder at me. Her breath was ragged, her eyes intense, her hair everywhere.

  “Not a bad start to the evening,” she said, smiling at me.

  “Not bad at all,” I replied.

  Giggling, she turned so she was facing me. and dropped to her knees. “Do you mind if we mix things up a little bit?” she asked.

  “Not at all,” I said.

  “I want to lick my pussy juices off your hard cock,” she added, making me shiver in delight.

  “Be my guest,” I said, my cock harder than ever.

  Melanie flashed me a grin and dropped to her knees. She grabbed ahold of my cock with her hand and then ran her tongue up and down and all around it, cleaning my cock of her pussy juices, her eyes turned up to me the whole time.

  “Fuckin-A,” I said, laughing under my breath as I stared down at her. She was one hell of a filthy slut. But in a good way, of course.

  After my cock was cleaned off, Melanie put her hands on my ass, then wrapped her lips around my cock and started pushing her head forward, taking my cock into her mouth one inch at a time, not slowing down and not stopping until the whole thing was in her mouth, eliciting a soft, wordless sigh from me.

  Melanie effortlessly held her position—deepthroating my cock, hands gripping my ass, nose touching my stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to take a deep breath.

  One of her hands went to the base of my shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped my balls. Staring up at me, locking her eyes with mine, she spit on my cock and started jerking me off.

  “Did that feel good?” she asked, still jerking me off while she talked.

  I nodded.

  “Do you like it when I
deepthroat your cock? When I take the whole thing in my throat.”

  I nodded again, my grin matching hers.

  “Do you want me to do it again?”

  “Yes please,” I said.

  “Okay,” she replied. “But only on one condition.”

  “You name it,” I said.

  “After I’m done, you return the favor.”

  “No offense,” I said, “But I don’t think that’s physically possible.”

  “Ha-ha,” she said humorlessly, but her eyes reflected her amusement. “You know what I mean.”

  I laughed. “No problem,” I said. “It would be my pleasure to eat your pussy once you’re done sucking my cock.”

  “Then let’s get this show on the road,” Melanie said.

  She shifted position, sliding her body further beneath me. Holding my cock upright against my stomach, she started licking my balls. With her other hand she squeezed my sack tight, trapping my balls in a little pouch of her making, and proceeding to go to town on them, licking, sucking, and gargling them, one at a time, then the other, and finally both together.

  She slapped my cock against her tongue a couple times then went back to blowing me, her lips moving up and down my shaft along with her hand, sucking and jerking at the same time, choking noises coming from her mouth as she took my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then her hands were again gripping my ass cheeks and my cock had completely disappeared.

  “Ho-ly shit,” I said as she held my cock in her throat for what seemed like an eternity. Her tongue flicked out and licked my balls, then she started to gag and finally pulled off my cock. She took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on my cock and started jerking it some more, the ridiculous amount of saliva coating my cock making it slippery as hell.

  With her free hand she grasped my sack, cupping my balls in her palm. “I love these balls,” she said, smiling up at me. “I want them slapping up against me, smacking against my pussy while you fuck me from behind.”