Naughty Babes - 4 Tales Of Smut

by AE Publications

  Then Blondie arches her back further and takes one of my balls in her mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then with more force, rattling it around in her mouth, popping it in and out, then switching balls and giving it the same treatment. Brownie slides up onto the couch so she’s sitting next to me, giving them each more room to work. She digs down deeper on my cock, moving quickly up and down, her lips creating a tight seal, as Blondie works both of my balls into her mouth. The pressure is growing as each girl works her own brand of magic. I try to relax but the sensations are too powerful, too wonderful.

  I look down and see nothing but the back of Brownie’s head. She has completely engulfed my cock. I look at the mirror across the room and can see the back of Blondie’s head in the reflection. She’s completely engulfed my balls. I imagine their lips are touching in the middle.

  “Oh. My. God.” I say. I take a deep breath, let it out as slowly as I can.

  Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth, spits on it, jerks it some more. Blondie is still going to town on my balls.

  I feel guilty, like I should be returning the favor, so I reach over and start rubbing the Brownie’s pussy through her panties. She immediately starts soaking through them. She bites on her bottom lip, starts to moan, then leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat while still stroking my cock. I slide my fingers inside her panties and start working on her pussy proper, rubbing up and down on her swollen lips. She breathes harder and starts moving against my fingers. She’s soaking wet. She leans back a bit, changing the angle, allowing my fingers to easily slide into her pussy. I hold them there, rigid, while she gently bounces up and down on them, harder and harder, her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, her breath growing more ragged, until finally she stops and lets out a shuddering breath. She slips off of my fingers, grabs them, and sticks them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them one by one.

  When she’s finished tasting herself she grabs a handful of Blondie’s hair and pulls her head up.

  “Sit on his cock,” Brownie says.

  Blondie giggles and looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes are huge as she wraps her hand around the bottom of my shaft and wiggles her way up. She straddles me and strokes my cock while her pussy hovers directly above it. Still firmly grasping my shaft, she sticks the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and rubs them against each other for a moment before finally sliding my dick into her. She starts to bounce on my dick, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, her shaved pussy tight but soaking wet, her tits jiggling. She leans into me and sticks her titties in my face. I grab them, start working the nipples, then stick one of them in my mouth and start to suck. She moans in pleasure and starts riding me even harder, her hands grasping the back of the couch to add leverage.

  Brownie stands up on the couch and pushes my head deeper into the cushions, then tilts it back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then she throws one legs over me and straddles me and sits on my face, all but smothering me. She grinds against my face, allowing me just enough air to breath, her juicy wetness drenching me. I stick me tongue out and she rides it with her pussy, moaning the whole time, grinding harder and harder against me while Blondie rides my cock like a Bronco, bouncing on it faster and faster. Blondie’s high-pitched yelps as she slams against me combined with Brownie’s deeper, more guttural growls of pleasure create a cacophony of pleasure that excites me even further, pushing me closer to climax, which at this point is mere seconds away.

  Brownie seems to sense how close I am, as she slides off my face. “Not yet you don’t,” she says as she climbs off the couch. “You don’t get to cum until after you fuck me.”

  Brownie grabs Blondie by the hair and pulls her off my cock.

  “My turn,” Brownie says. She throws Blondie aside and climbs astride me, impaling herself on my cock.

  Brownie’s pussy is glorious; not as tight as Blondie’s but even more wet. She works my cock slowly, moving up and down with well-practiced assurance. She sits atop me like a conquering hero, staring down at me, her face serious, all business, her brown hair spilling over her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. With her hands on my chest for leverage, she grinds on my cock, owning me, using me for her own pleasure. Which is perfectly fine by me.

  “Grab my tits,” she says.

  I obey, one hand on each. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful, firm and perky.

  “Squeeze them,” she says.

  Again I obey.

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

  I squeeze as hard as I can, her nipples between my fingers. Still bouncing on my cock, she moans and starts to shake. I squeeze harder. She bounces some more than slams down into me one last time and then sits there with my cock deep inside her, shuddering and moaning and breathing deeply and shuddering some more as I squeeze her tits even tighter, and then she closes her eyes and arches back and lets out one more deep groan and a final orgasmic shudder and then takes a moment to catch her breath. She slides off me, stands up, grabs my cock with her hand, and pulls me off the couch.

  Blondie is on her hands and knees on the bed, waiting for me, her ass sticking up and facing me.

  Brownie leads me to Blondie like a horse to water, her hand still wrapped around my cock. And then I’m my thighs are up against the edge of the bed. I’m standing over Blondie, staring down at her perfect, willing, waiting body, my rock hard cock poised mere centimeters from her glistening pussy. Blondie has turned her head to look at me. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching me, waiting to get fucked.

  Brownie drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth, bobbing on the tip a couple times while jerking my shaft, getting my cock all wet and slippery and hard. She releases my cock and spins around and starts licking Blondie’s pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then Brownie moves aside, leaving the way open for me.

  I slide my cock into Blondie’s dripping wet pussy. She gasps and moves her ass back against me, pushing my cock in deeper, holds it there for a moment, and shudders just a bit.

  With my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I start to work her pussy, moving slowly in and out of her, giving her my entire cock, from the tip of the head to the back of shaft. Brownie has stood up and taken a position behind me, rubbing up against my back, her left arm wrapped around me, her hand caressing my pectoral muscle.

  “Harder,” Brownie whispers in my ear, her voice seductive and nasty. “Fuck her harder.”

  I start working it faster and faster, until her ass is slamming up against me and she’s groaning with every thrust.

  “Spread her ass,” Brownie says. “I want to see her gape.”

  I do as instructed, spreading Blondie’s cheeks apart, widening her pussy.

  Blondie is completely into it; her palms are flat on the bed and her elbows locked, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy her hair lying on her back, beckoning me. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair.

  “That’s right,” Brownie says, her voice getting nastier with every word. “Now yank it back.”

  I do as I’m told.

  Blondie yelps and starts to moan louder as her back arches even further. The leverage is great now and I’m pounding her pussy deeper than ever before, her tight ass bouncing against me with increased rapidity and pressure, her moans growing ever faster and more intense.

  “That’s right,” Brownie says. “Fuck her. Harder. Punish her. Make her your bitch.”

  Her words turn me on even more and I crank back on Blondie’s hair, nearly yanking back off the bed, but still I pound away, slamming into her pussy, going deeper, deeper, deeper as Brownie continues to egg me on, practically shouting at me now.

  “Fuck her harder,” Brownie says. “She can take it.” With every thrust she says it again.

  “Harder.”

  Thrust.

  “Harder!”

  Thrust.

  “Harder!!”

  And then I can’t take it anymore and I say, “
Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.”

  “Cum on her,” Brownie says. “All over her back.”

  And with Brownie egging me on I’m pulling my cock out of Blondie’s pussy and she turns her head and looks at me and smiles and I can’t take it anymore and I spasm and feel a great release of tension and then my seed is squirting all over her back, once, twice, three times, long arching streams reaching her neck.

  And then I’m shuddering. jerking the last few drops out of my cock, milking it, while Brownie comes around and makes her way onto the bed and starts lapping up the small pools of milky liquid that have gathered in the hollows of Blondie’s back. I shake my head and watch as Brownie collect all my cum in her mouth. She flips Blondie on her back and climbs until her face is above Blondie’s and lets the sperm drip from her mouth into Blondie’s waiting mouth. Then Brownie they switch positions and Blondie returns the favor, letting the sperm drip back into Brownie’s mouth and then they kiss, sharing my cum between them. It ends up in Blondie’s mouth and she looks at me and smiles and swallows it down.

  Brownie and Blondie giggle and I shake my head, disgusted a little bit but turned on too, then sigh and head over to the couch to pour a couple glasses of wine for the girls. I hand them the wine and head into the bathroom to rinse my face with water. By the time I get out the girls have downed their wine and started collecting their clothes. I grab my wallet, drop a thousand dollars on the table near the door and bid them goodbye.

  No hassles, no weirdness, no bullshit. Just sex. Straight up. Just the way I like it. Escorts. Don’t leave home without them.

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  THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS SLAMMED HARD

  MISTY ROSE

  Sex is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s better slow and gentle, with someone you really care about and enjoy spending time outside of the bedroom with. And sometimes you just want to get slammed by a stranger.

  Last night was the latter.

  Okay, so maybe he wasn’t technically a stranger, but I certainly don’t know him all that well. His name was Johnny and he lived in my apartment complex but I’d never actually talked to him for any length of time. I’d seen him at the gym and the pool a few times and we’ve said hi to each other but that was about it.

  I do know one thing about him though; he’s hot as shit. Tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and a rocking body. And from the few times I’ve seen him in shorts, quite a nice package too.

  To be honest, I’ve thought about making the moves on him before but the timing has never been right. Until last night, that is.

  #

  It was just after midnight when I got home from a night of dancing and drinking in downtown San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter. We had a small group of friends that got together once a month for a girls-night-out and the only rule was you weren’t allowed to go home with a guy. It was our little way of guaranteeing that we’d spend the whole night together without getting distracted. Of course, the rule almost always got broken by at least one of the girls, but tonight I’d stuck to it and came home alone.

  This late the parking lot was pretty full so I was forced to park on the opposite side of the complex from my apartment. Feeling a little tipsy, I climbed out of my car, slipped my heels back on to make the walk across the pavement, and headed for one of the side entrances to the complex.

  Because it was an entrance I rarely used, I was more than a little bit startled to hear someone call out to me as I approached the complex.

  “Looks like you had fun tonight,” said the vaguely familiar voice.

  I turned towards the sound and saw Johnny sitting on his outside patio. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his incredible body. He had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were at least ten empty bottles on the table in front of him.

  “It was okay,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement building in my loins.

  “Just okay?” he asked.

  I walked over towards him and leaned up against the iron fence that surrounded his patio, giving him a nice view of my tits. “Yeah, you can only have so much fun when your group is made up entirely of girls.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, flashing a wry smile. “I’ve had lots of fun with groups made up entirely of girls.”

  I matched his smile with one of my own. “I’m sure you have.”

  “Of course, they probably had more fun than I did.”

  I laughed under my breath. “Not very modest, are you?”

  “Not at all,” he replied. “Especially not when I’ve had this much to drink.”

  “Well, lucky for you I don’t like my men modest,” I said.

  “What about drunk?”

  “Actually I like them that way.”

  “Oh yeah? And why is that?”

  “Because they’re more likely to not have any inhibitions,” I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t.

  He didn’t. His smile grew wider but his gaze didn’t waver one bit. “That’s funny,” he said. “That’s the same reason I like my women drunk.”

  “Then you’re in luck.”

  “As are you,” he said.

  “So, do you have any more beers in there?” I asked.

  “No, but I have some more potent stuff.”

  “You mind if I share some with you?”

  “I’d be delighted,” he said. “As long as you’re willing to share some other stuff too.”

  “Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight,” I said. “I’m in one of those kinds of moods.”

  “What a coincidence,” he said. “So am I.”

  “Then I guess I’ll meet you at your door,” I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.

  This was gonna be fun.

  #

  Ten minutes later we were in his kitchen, throwing down our sixth shot of Tequila. Combined with my earlier drinking I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was in that perfect state; drunk enough to act compulsively but not so wasted that I didn’t know what I was doing. I was fully aware of my actions, I just didn’t care.

  “Can I tell you something?” I said, catching Johnny’s eye and giving him a nasty little smile.

  “You can tell me whatever you want.”

  I cupped my hand around my mouth, leaned in towards him, stuck my mouth right next to his ear and whispered, “I really need to get fucked.”

  “Is that right?” he said, shifting his head so he was looking at me. One corner of his mouth was turned up in a confident little smirk.

  “Yep. And when I say fucked I mean fucked,” I said, running my hands over his chest while I talked. “With a capital F. Not made love to, all mellow and romantic and shit. Fucked. Hard. Pounded. Until I’m screaming.” I shifted so my face was directly in front of his. Our lips were practically touching. “Do you think you can help me out with that?”

  “Oh, I don’t think that would be much of a problem at all,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and easily lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. “Good hard poundings just happen to be my specialty.”

  “Lucky me,” I said.

  He stepped in closer and stuck his tongue into my mouth and started aggressively exploring it.

  I returned the favor, kissing him back just as intensely as he was kissing me. His hands ran up under my shirt and deftly undid my bra. I shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed my tits while we continued to make out.

  His head moved down to my chin and then neck, kissing me as he went, stopping only once he reached my tits. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it until it was hard, then sucked on it right up until that perfect point between pleasure and pain before letting go and making his way over to the other one.

  Johnny working my tits was making me horny as hell. I ran my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing
my pussy over my panties. It only took a few seconds before I was soaking through them. I yanked them aside and slipped two fingers into my pussy and started playing with myself, rubbing and fingering my soaking wet pussy.

  Still banging myself, I ran my free hand up his leg to his crotch, feeling his hard cock beneath his pants. I began to rub my hand against it, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.

  The more aggressively I worked his cock the more intensely he went after my nipples and it wasn’t long before we were both ready to move forward.

  I popped my nipple out of his mouth and dropped to my knees until my head was right in front of his crotch. I could see his dick pushing against the cotton of his pants. He was rock-hard.

  I looked up at him, making eye contact, giving him puppy dog eyes as I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasn’t the biggest dick I’ve ever seen but it wasn’t the smallest either, right about six inches long and pretty thick. And it was hard enough to hammer nails, which was all that really mattered anyway.

  Still looking up at him, I wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened my mouth, and took the head of his cock between my lips. I sucked on the tip while stroking the shaft with my hand, working slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace.

  It wasn’t long before I was taking him halfway down with every pump, then three-quarters, and finally swallowing his entire cock. With my hands grabbing his ass, I took his cock down my throat and held it there, deepthroating him with ease, my nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock tickled the back of my throat.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, making me feel good. I love being in control of a man’s pleasure, making him feel things he’s never felt before. It’s empowering.

  After a good five seconds, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, inch-by-inch, releasing it slowly, leaving it glistening in the light with my saliva. I jerked him off as I took a moment to catch my breath.