Three Extremely Filthy Stories

by Derek Price

  She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her face and chest were bright red from exertion and her breath was labored and her whole body was quivering.

  “That’s it,” I said.

  She seemed to be getting used to four of my fingers inside her, which meant it was time to take things even further.

  “Grab your fucking tits. Squeeze them. Give yourself something else to think about.”

  Gianna did as she was told.

  “There you go,” I said. “Good girl. Now anytime you feel like you can’t take it anymore, squeeze them harder. Or slap them. Anything to take your mind off of how good my fingers feel in your pussy.”

  “Why?” Gianna said, barely able to get the words out. “What are you going to do?”

  Instead of answering, I dropped my head down and buried my face in her pussy, my mouth right above my fingers.

  “Oh Jesus Christ,” she said, her voice reaching a whole new level. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

  But I wasn’t, and I went to work on her clit with my tongue while continuing to work her pussy proper with my fingers.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Gianna screamed while I went to town on her.

  Looking up out of the corner of my eyes, I could her groping her tits hard enough that her fingers were white from the lack of blood flow. And a few seconds later she started smacking away at her tits, hard enough that the room was filled with the sound of gunshots.

  But apparently it wasn’t enough to distract her.

  “Okay, okay!” she screamed. “Enough! Enough! I’m done!”

  “No you’re not,” I said, lifting my tongue off her clit and holding my fingers deep inside her but not moving them anymore. “You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

  “Yes I am! I can’t take it anymore!”

  “You can’t take what?” I asked. “The pleasure? Because that’s all this is. No pain, just pleasure.”

  “But there’s too much of it,” Gianna said, starting to calm down a bit now.

  “Too much pleasure, is that what you’re telling me?” I said. “Is that really what you’re saying?”

  “Yes,” she said, but doubtfully.

  “I told you I was going to pay you back for what you did to me,” I said.

  “I know,” she said, barely able to get the words out. “But this isn’t what I was expecting.”

  “That’s what makes it so fun,” I said. “It’s pushing the envelope, not just giving you what you—and I—already know you can take.”

  “I guess,” she said, conceding the point.

  “Besides, if you want to keep playing this little game of ours tonight, you have to deal with it.”

  “Fine,” she said. “Finish doing your thing. But I have to warn you, I’m going to make you pay for this next time.”

  “I know you will,” I said, grinning at her. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”

  She couldn’t help but smile back.

  “Now grab your legs and pull them back by your head,” I said. “It’s time to finish off the first part of this session once and for all.”

  Gianna did as she was told, taking things a step further, even, by grabbing her legs and wrapping them around her head, so her ankles were crossed behind the back of her neck.

  “There you go,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about. Now sit back and relax.”

  “I’ll try,” she said.

  I went back to working her pussy with my four fingers, stretching out the side walls of her vagina, pounding her with as much force as I could muster, my hand disappearing inside her. Shortly after that I started in on her clit with my tongue, flicking it and licking it and sucking on it.

  After a couple minutes of banging away aggressively, Gianna was getting close to where she was before we’d taken our little break to talk things out.

  “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” she said, practically in tears, her leg muscles taut and rippling, her skin shining with sweat. Her head was thrown back, her eyes towards the ceiling and her hands firmly squeezing her tits.

  Gianna was still in a bit of distress, but she was dealing with it better than before. Which just meant that I had to turn things up even more.

  I rubbed a couple of fingers from my free hand over her pussy, getting them lubed up with her juices, then let them wander downward, towards her asshole. As I continued working her clit with my mouth and her pussy with the fingers of my right hand, I started rubbing around the outside of her asshole with the index finger of my left.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, what the fuck is this!” she cried, her voice quavering as a humorless laugh escaped from her mouth and her tension returned to the place where it had been before our break.

  Smiling, I took this as a sign I was once again truly pushing her boundaries, and pressed on, tinkering with her asshole for a few more seconds before sliding the tip of my finger inside it.

  Gianna yelped and followed that with a low, guttural moan that was a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, exactly what I was going for. But even though she was back in the same spot as before, she handled it better, not begging me to stop every five seconds.

  So I pressed on, slipping a second finger into her asshole, then a third, then a fourth, all the while not letting up on the other parts of her at all.

  After working both her holes with four fingers and her clit with my tongue for a good two minutes while she screamed and moaned and groaned and shook and shimmied beneath me, another orgasm reared its head.

  “I’m gonna fucking cum again holy shit here it comes, fuck, fuck, ohmyfuckingod!” Gianna cried.

  As she came I pulled my fingers out of her holes and rubbed her clit with serious aggression, eliciting yet another sharp gasp from Gianna. A few seconds later she was trying to back away from me, to escape my fingers.

  But I wouldn’t let her. I’d told her I was going to pay her back for what she did to me and this was a major part of it, taking things further than I had any reason to.

  So as Gianna tried to back away I again slid three fingers back into her pussy and grabbed her ankle with my other hand to keep her from escaping.

  Screaming wordlessly, Gianna tried to spin away but I stayed with her, using her momentum to flip her over so her chest was on the couch.

  From here I was easily able to hold her down and slam my fingers into her from behind, finishing her off once and for all while she grunted like an animal beneath me.

  Laughing, I gave her a slap on the ass and yanked my fingers out of her snatch and quickly stood up and backed away, out of range.

  Gianna leapt to her feet, her face a mask of sweat and runny makeup. Glaring at me, she shook her head and said, “You’re going to pay for that, mister.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, grinning widely. “I know, I know. But not yet. Do you know why?”

  “Because you’re still in control,” Gianna said reluctantly.

  “That’s right,” I said. “And considering how much attention I just spent on your pussy, I think it’s time you repay some of that on my cock. Now drop to the floor and crawl over here.”

  Still glaring at me, but with a hint of good-natured humor behind her eyes now, Gianna dropped to her hands and knees and started crawling towards me.

  Once she made her way over to me, Gianna wrapped one hand around my shaft, opened her mouth, and slipped my cock inside. She sucked on the tip and stroked my shaft at the same time, taking her time at first but eventually picking up steam. It wasn’t long before her mouth was dropping further and further down my cock with every thrust.

  “That’s a good girl,” I said. “Suck that cock like you mean it.”

  Her head continued bobbing on my cock, moving faster and faster, working it hands-free now. She was taking nearly the whole thing in her mouth with every thrust. Her hair was flying everywhere and saliva was running down her chin. The room was filled with gagging and slurping noises.

  “That’s it,” I said, pump
ing my hips forward slightly. “Give me what I want. Take that cock all the way down your throat.”

  Staring up at me, constantly maintaining eye contact, Gianna bobbed on my cock a couple more time before making it disappear, slamming it deep into her throat and holding it there, choking on it.

  She started to cough and gag and then went to pull her head back but my hands shot out and grabbed the back of her head and held her in place.

  “Where are you going?” I said, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed and her face clearly displayed her struggles. Choked, slurpy sounds were coming from her throat.

  “I didn’t say you were done yet,” I said, pushing her head towards me, forcing her to continue deepthroating me.

  She gagged again, then coughed, tickling my cock. Her face was starting to turn red and there was saliva everywhere and snot was coming out of her nose.

  “Three more seconds,” I said. “Then I’ll let you go. Three. Two. One.”

  I released her head and it went shooting back. Gianna coughed and sucked in a lungful of air and coughed again, then glared up at me with evil intent.

  “Hey, you started this little game,” I said, giving her a sly little smile. “Don’t give me that look.”

  Gianna’s look didn’t change one bit, nor did I expect it to. But it was still fun to give her crap.

  “What’s the matter?” I said. “Are you giving up?”

  “Fuck no,” she said, practically spitting the words out.

  “Then stop your pouting and get yourself back over here,” I said. “We’re not even close to done yet.”

  Still glaring at me, Gianna did as she was told.

  “Spit on my cock,” I said.

  She did, gathering up a ton of saliva and making my cock all wet and slippery.

  “Now jerk me off,” I said.

  She did that too, still looking defiant but obviously enjoying being bossed around. Otherwise why would she do what I told her to?

  “Is this what you want?” she asked, spitting the words out.

  “To start.”

  “And what else?” she asked.

  “Play with my balls,” I replied.

  She grabbed my sack with her other hand and squeezed them, a bit more roughly than I’d been expecting, although in hindsight, it should have been obvious. But I just rolled with it, not giving her the pleasure of seeing my discomfort.

  “Take them in your mouth,” I said.

  She dropped a little lower and slid her body further underneath mine. She pressed and held my cock against my stomach then proceeded to lick them and suck on my balls, one at a time.

  “That’s it,” I said. “Work those balls with your mouth. Don’t be afraid of them.”

  Gianna took my comment and ran with it, gripping my ballsack just under the base of my cock, creating a tight little package with my balls in the middle. Then she took both my balls into her mouth, sucking on them like she was trying to pull them out the bottom of my sack.

  I shuddered and sucked in my breath quickly. I just couldn’t help myself. Looking down on Gianna, I saw that she’d noticed it to. A satisfied little smile had crept onto her lips.

  It was time to wipe that smile off her face.

  Grabbing Gianna by the hair, I lifted her up until her face was right in front of my cock. “Open your mouth,” I said, still gripping two handfuls of her hair.

  Her sly smile was still present as she opened up wide.

  “That’s right,” I said. “Now take a deep breath and get ready to get your face fucked.”

  As soon as Gianna sucked in some air I thrust my cock into her mouth. As she held her mouth open, I pumped my hips forward and back, pulling her head towards me as I came forward, allowing me to slam my cock deep into her mouth with every thrust.

  Wet, gurgled sounds escaped from her throat as I fucked her face with everything I had, slamming my cock into her mouth, jamming it into her throat. My balls slapped up against her chin with every thrust and her nose bounced against my stomach before I pulled back to slam it into her mouth again.

  “It’s not so funny now, is it?” I said as I pummeled her mouth. “Now that you’re on the receiving end, you don’t like it so much, do you?”

  Gianna obviously couldn’t answer, as she was too busy gagging and trying get a few sucks of air whenever she could. But she was taking it like a champ, not trying to pull away or anything. I was impressed.

  This went on for a full minute before I’d finally had enough. I was having so much fun that I knew I didn’t have long before I was going to blow my load. So I had to get things moving if I wanted to do everything to Gianna that I had in mind.

  Yanking on her hair, I pulled her to her feet and roughly led her over to the couch. Once there I gave her a shove, spilling her onto it, her ass on the cushion and her legs spread. She was smiling now, clearly more comfortable at being tossed around. This was the kind of rough sex she was used to. It was more up her alley.

  After getting her situated properly, I sidled up to her, squatting down a bit so my cock was at the same level as her pussy.

  “Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked, smacking the inside of her thighs hard enough to make her flinch and leave a red mark on her skin.

  “I’ve been waiting for it all night,” she said.

  And with that, I grabbed my cock and slid it into her soaking wet pussy, shoving it all the way inside her right away.

  “Holy shit,” she moaned as I started pounding away at her, slamming my body into hers right from the get-go.

  I grabbed ahold of her legs and threw them up over my shoulders and started to hammer away, my body slamming down into her, my balls slapping up against her asshole as I pounded her pussy.

  “Give me that hard cock of yours,” she said. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Gianna’s dirty talk turned me on. Not only was it hot as hell, but it made her seem like more of a slut, which would allow me to get even more aggressive with her.

  “Keep talking,” I said. “Tell me how much of a slut you are.”

  “I’m the biggest slut ever,” she said. “All I want is to get fucked all the time. I’m a filthy fucking whore and all I want is to get pounded and punished. Give me what I deserve.”

  Hearing such filth from her mouth was like opening the floodgates. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and yanked her legs off my shoulders and pushed her legs back and down towards her so her knees were pressed onto the couch, one on each side of her body, folding her in two. Standing straight up, I put one foot on the couch and left the other on the floor to maximize my leverage. Then, holding her legs in place, my body well above hers, I slammed into her with everything I had, pounding my body down onto hers, trying to break her in half.

  And Gianna was enjoying it completely. Her face was a mask of pleasure, her face red with exertion, eyes staring at me with focused intent. Her hands were grasping the cushions of the couch, squeezing tightly enough to leave marks.

  “Give me that fucking cock,” she said, still talking even though she could barely breath between her heavy grunts. “Treat me like your little fucktoy. Punish me. Fucking punish me!”

  So I did, letting go of one of her legs and starting in on her tits, squeezing and groping and slapping them as I fucked her.

  “That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” she said. “Just like that. Just like that!”

  Gianna’s hand flew down to her clit and started furiously rubbing away while her moans and grunts grew louder and more insistent, practically animalistic. We were staring at each other, our eyes locked together. Gianna was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.

  I was locked into the moment, enjoying myself immensely, but still I wanted more. I wanted to push the envelope, see if I could take things further. From what I’d experienced with Gianna so far, she wouldn’t have a problem with anything I did, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet, if she even
had any.

  With this in mind, I released my hold on her breast and slid my right hand up her chest and towards her neck. I gripped it softly at first, just to see how she’d react.

  Just as I’d suspected, she reacted with a devilish smile and a nasty little gleam in her eye. So I squeezed a little harder. Her smile grew a little wider. This got me a even more excited, something I’d not thought possible. I decided it was time to turn things up a notch, see how far I could go before she shut me down.

  Still fucking her with everything I had, I tightened my grasp on her throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Her face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.

  I choked her for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before finally letting go of her throat.

  Gianna breathed in deeply, filling her lungs, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face. Once she’d regained her breath, she started bucking against me harder than ever before, obviously turned on by the experience.

  Gianna snatched a handful of my hair and pulled my head down towards her. Then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later she yanked my head backwards, pulling our lips apart. Staring directly into my eyes from mere centimeters away, her voice full of need, she said, “Do it again,” in a demanding tone.

  I decided to ignore the fact that she was demanding anything from me during the session when I was supposed to be in control and obliged her, once again grasping her throat with my hand. I hammered my cock into her pussy, tightening my grip on her throat with every thrust as she slammed her body back into me.

  Just like before, I took Gianna right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting me so much desire that I had to pull my cock out of her before things went too far. No need for it to get too excited. I was having too much fun to end this session so soon.

  I pulled my cock out of her pussy and pulled back, taking a moment to catch my breath.

  “Is everything okay?” Gianna asked, her face a mixture of concern and satisfaction. She knew exactly what had happened.