by Taylor Kink
SEXY SLAVES GETTING DIRTY
8 FILTHY STORIES
Taylor Kink
Copyright 2018 by Taylor Kink
DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
THE FILTHY LADY GETS MANHANDLED BY A STUD
NOTHING BEATS ANAL
ANAL QUEEN
THE ANAL ESCORT
A VERY NAUGHTY LADY
LUSTING AFTER MY DEPRAVED NEIGHBOR
THREESOME WITH THE COUGAR NEXT DOOR
BANGING MY SEXY LADY
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THE FILTHY LADY GETS MANHANDLED BY A STUD
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 Dave, 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 Dave 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 Dave, 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, Dave 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,” Dave replies.
“Do you really mean that?” I say.
Dave 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,” Dave 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 definitely?”
“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,” Dave 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,” Dave 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.
Dave’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, Dave 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. Dave is smart enough to know that mixing pleasure in with the pain keeps things infinitely more interesting.
Bending down, Dave 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,” Dave 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, Dave 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, Dave 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.
Dave 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 Dave 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?” Dave 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.
Dave 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 Dave 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, Dave 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 Dave 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 Dave 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 chest against the wall, Dave 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?” Dave 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,” Dave 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?” Dave 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, Dave 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, Dave 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.
Dave 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.
With my head hanging upside-down, there’s nothing I can do to stop the saliva from pouring out of my mouth. It’s dripping down my face, getting into my eyes and nose, coating my features, turning me into a disgusting, drooling, coughing mess.
But Dave doesn’t slow down one bit, pumping my mouth a few more times before slamming his cock into me balls-deep, forcing me to deepthroat him.
“That’s right,” Dave says. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock in your throat.”
His cock is deep inside my throat for a full five seconds before I start to gag and try to pull away. But Dave is having none of it. Leaning forward, he forces his cock even deeper inside my throat, something I didn’t think was possible.
“You wanted it rough,” he says. “So now you’re getting it.”
I gag again, a little more deeply this time, and my legs start banging against the back of the couch. I’m doing everything I can to squirm away but I simply don’t have any leverage at all in my current position and don’t make any progress.
Dave holds his cock in my throat for at least another five seconds before finally pulling off. Smiling, he stares down at me as I cough and gasp, searching for air.
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Was that too much?” he asks, letting his tough-guy façade slip for a moment.
“Hell no,” I reply, matching his grin. “I’m loving every minute of this.”
Laughing, Dave shakes his head. “You’re out of control.”
“Just keep it coming,” I say. “I can take more.”
“If you insist,” Dave says.
After getting back into character, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls my legs up further, so my head is lying atop the couch instead of hanging down. Once I’m in position, he steps forward and puts his knees on the couch and squats down, straddling my head so his ass right above my face and his balls are hovering over my mouth.
“Suck on my balls,” says, dropping them down onto my mouth.
“With pleasure,” I say, taking the whole package into my mouth, sucking on both of his balls at once.
Dave moans as I work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue moving around to keep him on his toes.
This goes on for a full minute before Dave is ready to move on. He rises up a bit, popping his balls from my mouth, then spits on my face and uses his cock to rub in the saliva in before smacking me with it a couple of times.
Then, without any further warning, drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.
I immediately go to work on his asshole, licking it up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.
“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Dave says. After a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, he says, “Stick your tongue out. I want to ride your fucking tongue.”
I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it out of my mouth.
“There you go,” Dave says, rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Don’t fucking move.”
Dave grinds on my face for a little bit, his asshole getting wider and wider with every pass, until finally it’s wide enough to accept the tip of my tongue inside it.
He moans softly and stops grinding. Reaching down, he spreads his ass cheeks, opening himself further up to me, then drops his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.
“Holy fucking shit,” Dave says. A few seconds later, he goes to work on my tits, smacking away at them while I continue tonguing his asshole. He’s trying to take his mind off of cumming by turning his attention to my tits, but I don’t think he’s having any success. From the way his body is tensed up, I think he’s right on the verge of cumming.
