Extreme Perversions - 4 Filthy Stories

by AE Publications

  Josh obliges, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back towards him as he fucks her from behind. He hammers away at her pussy, giving her his cock balls-deep, his hips slamming against her ass with every thrust as he grunts like an animal.

  Stacy is loving Josh’s newfound intensity, but still she needs more. And over the years she’s learned that the easiest way to get that from a man is to appeal to his ego.

  “Is that all you got?” she asks, turning her head to look back at him. “Come on, you can fuck me harder than that.”

  Josh takes the bait, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her upper body against the wall, smashing her tits against it. Stacy turns her face sideways and plants one palm against the wall on either side of her head to balance herself as he pummels her from behind.

  “Is this what you want?” Josh snarls, leaning in so his mouth is right next to her ear. “Do you want me to shove you up against the wall and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow?”

  Gasping, Stacy nods her head.

  “Fine,” Josh says. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

  He puts his open palm against the side of her face and pushes on it, holding her head against the wall.

  “What about this?” he asks, still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you like this too?”

  “I fucking love it,” Stacy says, spitting the words out between deep breaths. She can barely talk she’s so turned on. “Give me everything you’ve got. I can take it.”

  Grinning like a madman, Josh spreads his legs and starts pounding away at her like never before. With his right hand he smacks her ass while still holding her face against the wall with his left.

  “Smack me again,” Stacy growls. “Treat me like the dirty little slut that I am. Pummel me! Break me in fucking half!”

  So Josh does, spanking her ass repeatedly, the sounds filling the room like gunshots. His left hand creeps down her face a little bit and he slides three fingers into her open mouth.

  Staring right at Stacy, his face a mask of concentration, Josh pulls down on her jaw while slamming his cock deep into her pussy.

  All the rough stuff has Stacy ready to burst. But she needs something to get herself over the top. So while Josh fucks the shit out of her and slaps her ass and fills up her mouth with his fingers, Stacy slides her hand down and starts aggressively rubbing at her clit.

  With all the different stimuli, it isn’t long before Stacy cums, the orgasm passing through her system quickly but intensely while Josh continues doing his thing, oblivious to what just happened.

  But despite his obliviousness to her recent orgasm, he’s obviously having a blast. In fact, Stacy can see from the look on his face that he’s fighting an orgasm. She’s not through with him yet, however, so she shifts her hips forward and forces his cock to slide out of her pussy.

  Before Josh can complain, Stacy quickly drops to her knees and turns around to face him, her back now towards the wall but not pressing against it. Before he can say a word, she uses her tongue to clean her juices off of his cock.

  “I love the taste of my pussy juices,” she says in between licks, staring up at him the entire time. “Especially when I’m licking them off a man’s hard cock.”

  Josh barks a harsh laugh and shakes his head, smiling all the while. He’s clearly enjoying Stacy’s slutty side.

  Once Josh’s cock is clean, Stacy wraps her lips around the tip and starts to suck on just the head. Still maintaining eye contact, she works the tip of his cock with her mouth while her hand works his shaft.

  “Do you like that?” she asks, pulling her mouth off his cock for just a moment. “Do you like it when I suck your cock after you’ve been fucking me?”

  “I fucking love it,” Josh says.

  “Well that’s good,” Stacy says. “Because so do I.”

  She takes his cock in her mouth again and starts to blow him proper, taking him three-quarters of the way down with every pump.

  After bobbing on Josh’s cock for a while, Stacy pulls back and takes a deep breath. Then she put her arms behind her back and hooks her hands together.

  “I want you to fuck my face,” she says, looking up at him. “I want you to pretend that my mouth is my pussy and fuck the shit out of it. Can you do that for me, tough guy?”

  With one side of his mouth turned up in a little smile, Josh nods.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” Stacy says. She opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out.

  Shaking his head softly from side to side as though he can’t believe his luck, Josh grabs ahold of his cock, steps forward, and slides it directly into Stacy’s mouth.

  Josh doesn’t waste any time at all, pummeling Stacy’s mouth with his cock right from the get-go. With his hands on her head to control her, he slams his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her to gag repeatedly and drip spittle down her chin and onto the floor.

  “You like this shit don’t you?” Josh says. “You like being controlled, being forced to do things and having no say in it.”

  Stacy nods as best she can while Josh continues fucking her mouth.

  “You are such a dirty fucking little whore,” Josh says, his tone filled with wonder. “You truly can’t get enough, can you?”

  He doesn’t wait for an answer, jamming his cock as far as he can into Stacy’s mouth, forcing her to deepthroat him.

  Josh holds his cock there, deep in Stacy’s throat, with his hands on the back of her head, keeping her in place, for a full ten seconds before finally releasing her.

  Stacy’s head flies back and she gasps for air, coughing and gagging but still smiling. The tears leaking from her eyes is causing the mascara to run down her cheeks, towards her chin, turning Josh on like crazy.

  “You want more, don’t you?” he says, smiling like a demon.

  “I want all you’ve got,” Stacy replies.

  Laughing, Josh gives her a smack across the cheek.

  “Like that?” he says.

  “Exactly like that,” Stacy says.

  Josh smacks her again, harder this time.

  Stacy lets out a yelp but her smile grows wider and she starts playing with her pussy to help herself deal with her growing excitement.

  Josh’s excitement is growing too, and after a few more smacks he pushes Stacy backwards so the back of her head is against the wall. Grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her head in place, he orders her to open her mouth wide.

  After she does, he slides his cock into her mouth, shoving it more than halfway in and then thrusting his hips back and forth, face-fucking her.

  As Stacy gags and makes slurping, choking sounds, Josh pummels her face, giving her everything he has, then slams his cock deep in her throat once again and holds it there.

  After ten seconds, Stacy tries to turn her head away to catch her breath but Josh doesn’t let her.

  “No, no, no,” he says. “You’re not done yet, slut. Not until I say so.”

  A few seconds later, Stacy gags and a torrent of saliva runs out of her mouth and onto the floor. She tries to move away again but Josh isn’t done yet.

  “Just a little bit more,” he says.

  Stacy obliges, calming herself while Josh holds his cock deep inside her throat. A few seconds later he finally backs away, letting his cock slip out of her mouth.

  Gagging, she takes a moment to catch her breath, then starts working herself further beneath him. While he stands over her, looking down, Stacy takes one of his balls in her mouth and pulls down on it.

  “Holy shit,” Josh says, staring down at her.

  Stacy pops his testicle out of her mouth and starts sucking on the other one, while Josh moans and groans above her.

  After a bit, she grabs his sack and pinches it off, creating a little pocket with his balls on the inside. Josh lets out a little grunt, then sucks air into his lungs as she takes both balls into her mouth at the same time.

  “Jesus Christ,” Josh says, grimacing a bit at the force in which Stacy is sucking
on his balls.

  Feeling a little bad for him—like most men, he can’t even come close to taking what he can dish out—Stacy reaches up and starts jerking him off while relaxing a little bit on the amount of suction she’s applying to his balls.

  This seems to do the trick for Josh. Stacy has hit on the perfect amount of pleasure and pain for him, taking him right to the brink of orgasm in a flash.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, which Stacy recognizes as man-code for I’m going to cum. She quickly releases his balls and scoots back, then rises on her legs so her head is directly in front his cock, right at the same level.

  “Are you ready to burst?” she says.

  Josh nods.

  “Cum on my face, baby,” Stacy says. “Can you do that for me?”

  Josh nods again.

  Rising up a bit, Stacy takes the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucks on it greedily while jerking his shaft with her hand at the same time. Maintaining eye contact with Josh, she works his cock knowingly, reading his eyes and body for the exact moment when he’s going to shoot his load.

  And then he’s there, grimacing and tensing up for a moment before bucking.

  Stacy pops the head of his cock from her mouth at the perfect time, just as he starts to cum, and takes his blasts of sperm right in her face.

  By the time Josh is done, her chin and cheeks and forehead are covered.

  “My god,” Josh says, shivering in pleasure. “You truly are one filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

  “You better believe it,” she says, smiling with her face covered in his cum.

  “So what happens now?” Josh asks.

  “Now we get cleaned up and go on that date,” Stacy says, standing up.

  “And then?”

  “And then we come back here and get real freaky.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” Josh says, grinning widely.

  “Yeah, I thought you might like that,” Stacy says as she grabs his hand and leads him towards the bathroom. “I thought you might indeed.”

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  ROUGHING UP MY BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR

  JT HOLLAND

  Kelly is a true slut. She’s willing to do pretty much anything. In the six months since we started hooking up, we’ve done things to each other that I’ve never done with anyone else. Things I’ve only seen done in dirty movies. But it wasn’t always this way.

  The first time we hooked up it was on a whim; I hadn’t even known her for more than a couple minutes before we were getting it on. And the next couple of times after that, we had relatively normal sex. Nothing too crazy, nothing too perverted, nothing too filthy. The sex was still good, don’t get me wrong, but it was fairly unadventurous. Therefore, it was never truly great.

  Because of this we started hooking up less frequently. It wasn’t deliberate, it just sort of happened. As it turned out, we both wanted something more out of our sessions. But Kelly wasn’t comfortable enough with me to ask for it explicitly. And I didn’t want to push things too far too fast, especially because she was three years my junior, even though she didn’t really act like it.

  Luckily, almost exactly one month after our first hook-up, Kelly decided she’d had enough. We hadn’t hooked up in ten days, by far our longest break since we’d met. I was starting to think our little soirée was over, and was pretty bummed out because of it. Then she showed up at my door one evening, out of the blue, with a proposition that I couldn’t possibly reject.

  #

  There was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, saw it was Kelly. My stomach fluttering in excitement, I opened the door and invited her in. She gave me a little nod and walked past me, then stopped and turned around right there in the hall. I closed the door and turned to face her.

  Kelly was wearing an oversized white t-shirt that hung just below her butt and sandals. From what I could tell she didn’t have any pants on. She didn’t have much makeup on, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t need it. Nor did she need to be dressed up to look good. She was hot as hell no matter what.

  She did, however, have a concerned look on her face.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

  “I don’t know yet,” Kelly said. “That kind of depends.”

  “On what?”

  “You.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Lay it on me.”

  “Do you like fucking me?” Kelly asked, not beating around the bush at all, which was typical of her.

  “Of course,” I said. “Why, don’t you like fucking me?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “I think we have a lot of potential together. But so far we haven’t been reaching it.”

  “I agree,” I said. “But how do we fix that?”

  “Easy,” Kelly said. “We just talk about it. Let each other know what we want instead of feeling around so much.”

  “Sounds like a good idea to me,” I said. “Do you want to start?”

  “Sure,” she said. “To be blunt, I like it rough.”

  She must have mistaken my look of excitement as one of concern, as she quickly went on to explain herself more fully.

  “I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The last few times we fucked it was fun and all, but if we want this to become a regular thing, we have to start getting a hell of a lot more adventurous.”

  Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I’d known she was a little slut but this was even above and beyond what I could have hoped for. “Is that right?”

  Smiling, Kelly bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head. “And I’m not talking about just a good pounding.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Kelly shrugged. “Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, smacking my tits, that sort of thing.”

  I smiled. “Oh, I think I can manage that.”

  “I take it you’ve done that sort of thing before?”

  “Once or twice,” I said, still grinning. “Or maybe a few more times than that.”

  “So you like it rough too?”

  “Very rough,” I said.

  “Then why didn’t you ever get rough with me?”

  “I didn’t know you liked it like that,” I said. “I mean, you don’t exactly look the type.”

  “Yeah, I don’t really look like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”

  “Not at all.”

  “I think that’s part of the fun,” she said.

  “I do too,” I said. “I just feel bad that I didn’t see the signs before. We could have been doing this stuff from the very beginning.”

  Kelly ran her finger down my chest. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”

  “It sure looks like it.”

  She turned and headed towards the kitchen, pulling off her white t-shirt as she walked. Just as I’d thought, she had nothing on underneath except a black bra and panties with little white polka dots.

  I followed her, my eyes on her tight little ass.

  “So, do you have anything to drink in this place?” Kelly said as we entered the kitchen. “Nothing helps me get freaky like getting wasted.”

  “Right over there,” I said, pointing at a cupboard near the fridge.

  Kelly walked over to it, opened it up. “How about if we start off with a little of this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of Cuervo Gold.

  “Sounds good to me,” I said, reaching in a different cupboard to grab a couple of shot glasses.

  Kelly filled them up. We both took a shot. She filled them up again. And again we shot them. This went on for a good five minutes; each of us downing a shot each then immediately filling up the glasses and shooting them again. Eight shots each. All within a very short time.

  Needless to say I was feeling the effects of so much tequila so quickly, and I was a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, I was amazed that Kelly was still standing, let alone apparently able to function. It was rare to find a girl that could keep up with me, especially one that was half my size. A
nd she wasn’t even close to legal drinking age to boot. But she seemed good to go. Drunk, of course, but fully functional. All the better.

  “I think that’s enough for now,” she said, slamming down one last shot of Cuervo. “Let’s get down to business.”

  And before I could even say a word she dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen, yanking my shorts to the ground, boxers and all.

  “Oh my,” she said as she grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and started slowly jerking me off. “Hard already, huh?”

  “What can I say? It’s always like this.”

  “Always?”

  Grinning, I nodded.

  “Wow,” Kelly said. “I’m starting to like you more and more.”

  “The real question is, do you know what to do with it?” I asked, only half-joking.

  She scoffed and gave me the evil eye. “Just watch and see.”

  And so I did, looking down at her as she wrapped her lips around my cock.

  Kelly worked my cock like an expert, mixing things up constantly, changing speeds and intensity with regularity. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with spit flying everywhere, coating my cock and balls and making everything slippery as hell. She spent equal amounts of time on all the different parts of my cock, from the head to the shaft to the base to my ball sack, all while maintaining eye contact the entire time.

  She took a moment to undo her bra, freeing up her incredible tits. Small but not tiny and extremely perky, with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers, they were absolutely perfect. Every time I laid my eyes on them they drew me in, mesmerized me. I could do nothing but suck on them all day and be a perfectly happy man.

  She knew how much I loved her tits, and she used them to fuck with me whenever she could. Like now. She slipped my cock from her mouth, gripped the base of it with her hand and slapped the tip of it against her nipple.

  I laugh softly under my breath and shook my head.

  “What?” she asked, acting all innocent.

  “Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what she did.”

  “Oh, you mean this?” she said, slapping my cock against the other nipple. Her smile was predatory. “I didn’t realize you liked that.”