Take Charge Sluts: Volume Two - Four More Dirty Stories

by AE Publications

  “Are you ready for my big fat titties?” she asked, staring up at me with a smile on her face and her hand still grasping my cock.

  “Hell yeah,” I said. “I can’t wait.”

  Eva adjusted her position a bit, sitting higher up, so her tits were at the same level as my cock. Then she leaned in closer to me and spit on my cock one more time then stuck it between her tits.

  “Holy fuck,” I say as she wrapped her tits around my cock and squeezed them together. “That feels fucking incredible.”

  “You like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on my cock. “You like fucking my big giant titties?”

  I nodded vigorously as Eva continued to bounce on my cock, the tip of it popping out in-between the top of her tits at the end of every stroke. She squeezed harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she squeezed and bounced with ever-growing intensity.

  I was perilously close to cumming when Eva backed up for a moment, just long enough to spit on my cock one more time before sliding it back between her tits and starting up again.

  The extra spit made the pressure a little more bearable, as my cock glided along her skin without too much friction, keeping me right on the edge of enjoying myself without being in any danger of cumming.

  Until she upped the pressure, at least.

  Staring directly at me, her mouth turned up in a little smile, Eva squeezed tighter and bounced harder, until my cock was touching the bottom of her chin. The tip was white from lack of blood flow and I was holding on with everything I had to keep from cumming.

  Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, so I quickly backed away and scrambled off to the side the couch.

  “I take it you liked that?” she said, smiling wickedly.

  “A little bit too much,” I said, laughing under my breath. “I need to cool down for a few seconds.”

  “Fair enough,” Eva said, climbing onto the couch. She positioned herself so she was sitting sideways on the couch, on her hands and knees, facing away from me, her ass right in my face.

  As I stared at her in wonder, Eva reached back and grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wide, revealing her perfect little pink asshole.

  “What do you think?” she said, turning her body to look back at me. “Does it look inviting?”

  I nodded, unable to speak, unable to even take my eyes off her asshole. It was beckoning me, drawing my eyes to it like a moth to a flame.

  “Do you want to stick your fat cock in it?”

  I nodded again, more vigorously this time.

  “Good,” she said. “Because that’s what I want too. But first I need you to do something for me.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “I need you to sit back and relax,” Eva replied. “So I can get myself warmed up enough for your fat cock to fit inside my asshole.”

  “Fair enough,” I said. I shifted positions so my back was against the armrest, allowing me to watch Eva work without turning my body.

  Still on her hands and knees, with her ass staring right at me, Eva released one of her asscheeks, brought her free hand up to her mouth and slid her index finger between her lips. After getting her finger nice and wet, she ran it back around to her ass and slid it directly into her asshole.

  After working it around for a short while, Eva pulled her finger out of her asshole and stuck it back into her mouth. With her head turned and her eyes on me, she sucked on her finger, cleaning it off, before popping it back out of her mouth.

  “I love the taste of ass,” she said, flashing me dirty smile. “And not only my own. Maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll get to find out just how much I like it. But for now, you’re just going to have to be content to watch.”

  She slid her newly lubed up finger back into her asshole, pushing it in further this time, more than halfway in. After holding it deep inside her asshole for a few seconds, she slid a second finger inside, joining the first. And then a third.

  Biting down on he bottom lip, still staring directly at me, she worked all three fingers inside her asshole, forcing them all the way inside until they had all but disappeared before slowly drawing them back out again.

  “Holy fuck that feels good,” she moaned, breathing deeply as her fingers slid out of her asshole. “But they’re not quite wet enough yet.”

  As I watched, Eva slid all three fingers into her mouth, simultaneously sucking off her ass juices and getting them lubed up for another pass. After they were drenched and dripping with her saliva, she pulled them out of her mouth and slipped them back into her asshole.

  This time her fingers slid in much more easily, disappearing completely inside her asshole without much effort. Gasping softly, she worked them in and out continuously, speeding up with every pass until she was pounding away at her asshole, moaning and groaning in pleasure while staring at me the whole time.

  Gripping one asscheek tightly with her free hand, she jammed her fingers as far into her asshole as they would go and held them there, stretching out her asshole, her face fixed in an expression that looked to made up mostly of pleasure but with a little bit of discomfort mixed in as well.

  As I sat there watching, my hand around my hard cock, jerking myself off slowly at the show Eva was putting on, she crawled backwards towards me, her fingers still in her asshole, until her ass was mere inches from my face.

  Eventually she slid all three fingers out of her asshole but this time didn’t stick them in her mouth. Instead she guided them towards my mouth.

  “Open up,” she said playfully.

  I did as I was told without hesitation. I doubt if I’d hesitate to do anything Eva asked me to at this point.

  “That’s a good boy,” she said, jamming them into my mouth. “Lick my ass juices off my fingers.”

  I did. Gladly. I enjoyed every second of it.

  “Very good,” she said, smiling widely. “Now come on over here and fuck my ass with the big cock of yours.”

  So I gladly did that too, scooting forward and sidling up to her. I positioned myself directly behind her, then grabbed ahold of my cock and slipped it into her asshole.

  It went in easily, sliding in without pause.

  “Holy fuck,” Eva moaned as I started moving against her, fucking her ass doggy-style, my cock jammed halfway inside her asshole. “That feels so fucking good.”

  She started moving backwards, forcing my cock deeper inside her asshole. I held my ground, letting her do all the work for the time being. It wasn’t long before my cock was disappearing completely inside her, Eva’s asshole cock accepting it with ease.

  “Okay, your turn to take over,” she said, turning her upper body to look back at me.

  “Gladly,” I said, grabbing her hips and moving my body forward and back in a slow, steady rhythm.

  It wasn’t long before I was pounding her ass just as aggressively as I’d been hammering her pussy earlier, my cock slamming in and out of her asshole, my balls slapping up against the bottom of her pussy, our bodies smashing up against each other.

  “Fuck that ass,” Eva said, facing forward now. Her arms were locked out and her back was arched, revealing her spine and sharp shoulder blades. “Fuck it with everything you have.”

  So I did, moving my hands up to her shoulders and pulling back on them as I fucked her, slamming cock as deep into her asshole as it would go.

  “Right there, right there!” Eva screamed. “Pound that fucking ass! Pound it!”

  Her talking was turning me on even more. I reached out with one hand and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back on it, forcing to her arch her back even further. With my other hand I smacked her ass loud enough that it echoed about the room.

  “Just like that, just like that!” she said, screaming louder now. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  A few seconds later, she did, rubbing her pussy with one hand while her body shook and shimmied. She let out another spray of pussy juice, squirting all over the couch, drenchi
ng it.

  Once she was done I took a moment to catch my breath, keeping my cock inside her asshole but not moving my body.

  Eva slid her body forward, pulling my cock from her asshole. Then she flipped around and dropped to her stomach and took my cock in her mouth.

  “I love the taste of ass,” she said after licking my cock clean.

  “Yeah, you mentioned that once before,” I said, smiling and shivering at the same time.

  “That I did,” she said. “And now you’re going to find out how much I love it.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yes it is,” she said, rising up and putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me back down onto the couch.

  As I sat there, she again slid to the floor, taking up a position between my legs. She gave me a couple of little smacks on the underside of my legs. “Lift them up and get ready to have your mind blown,” she said.

  I did as I was told, hooking my arms under my knees, lifting up my ass and exposing my asshole to her.

  “There you go,” she said. Then she spread my ass cheeks apart and started licking my asshole.

  “Holy shit,” I said under my breath, torn between the embarrassment of getting my asshole licked and the pure pleasure I was receiving from it.

  It felt incredible having her tongue in my ass, a tingling sensation that ran up my spine. This, combined with a sense of violation and the sheer filthiness of what she was doing, turned me on as much as I’ve ever been turned on before.

  I was staring down at her, amazed, as she worked on my asshole, licking and tonguing it with tons of enthusiasm.

  “Do you like that?” she said, taking a moment to catch her breath and look up at me.

  I nodded vigorously.

  Smiling, she went back to work, jerking me off while running her tongue up and down, from the base of my ballsack to my taint.

  I moaned softly and tried to keep from cumming, wanting to enjoy this for as long as possible.

  But it got almost impossible once she slipped the tip of her tongue into my asshole.

  I let out a little gasp as she forced it deeper inside, then started to tongue-fuck my anus, her face bouncing back and forth against my ass, her nose pressing up against my sack and her hands simultaneously working my cock and balls.

  She went after me with everything she had, moaning and groaning in pleasure beneath me, wet, slippery sounds escaping from her throat as her tongue went in and out of my asshole.

  And then I simply couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Holy fuck,” I said, my voice barely more than a groan. “Shit, shit, shit, here I fucking come!”

  Eva continued working my asshole with her tongue and my balls with one hand and my cock with the other even as I came, sending white sperm shooting out of me, straight up into the air. It came back down everywhere, getting on my legs, in Eva’s hair, on the couch, the floor, my stomach.

  Five spurts, maybe six, and then I was done, leaving numerous little reservoirs of cum all around the room.

  I lifted Eva up towards me and bent down and jammed my tongue into her mouth, uncaring of where her tongue had just been. I just wanted to kiss her, explore the inside of her mouth, taste her, breathe her in, make her a part of me.

  We made out for a little while before Eva dropped her head down and sucked on the tip of my cock for a few seconds, eliciting the last little bit of cum from it before letting go.

  Eva climbed up onto the couch and sat down next to me.

  “Well, what did you think?” she said.

  “I think you were incredible,” I replied.

  “Thanks. You weren’t too bad yourself.”

  “That’s good to hear,” I said. “I hope I gave you what you needed.”

  “For today, you did,” she said. “But I’m going to expect more out of you next time.”

  “There’s going to be a next time?”

  “After today’s performance, you’d better believe there’s going to be a next time,” Eva said. “Unless you don’t want to do this again.”

  “I want to do this as often as possible,” I said, laughing under my breath.

  “Good, because so do I,” she said.

  “Then I guess the only question left is when?”

  “We’ll worry about that part in a bit,” Eva said. “Right now I need to get cleaned up and get back to work. Care to join me in the shower? We can work out the details in there.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I said, rising up off the couch. I held out my hand, helping Eva to her feet, and together we made our way down the hall towards the bathroom.

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  THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT FORCES THE ISSUE

  MISTY ROSE

  I learned very early in life that if you want something you have to reach out and take it. There’s no use standing around and hoping that it will magically come to you; sure, it happens occasionally but not all that often. If you aren’t the master of your own destiny you’re bound to be disappointed. And I’m not the kind of girl that is willing to accept disappointment.

  This idea of taking control is even more important when it comes to sex. So many of my friends are afraid to even speak up in bed, afraid of telling their man what they want or don’t want, afraid of doing anything that might upset their precariously balanced relationship that’s bound to end up in disaster anyway.

  I just don’t get it. Why take the chance of being disappointed and ultimately unsatisfied when it comes to sex, especially when it’s so damn easy to get exactly what you want every time?

  I certainly don’t take that chance. I have absolutely no problem taking charge in the bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, or bathroom, or wherever that night’s fuck session is going to take place.

  I live by a simple philosophy. To get what you want you have to make your preferences known. Even demand them in some cases.

  Most people assume that because I’m a super-hot chick with a smoking body and a cute-as-hell face, it’s far easier to get men to do my bidding than it is for a normal girl. But that’s simply not the case. Sure, the men I go home with are generally better-than-average looking, but for the most part, at their core, all men are the same; pathetic little boys who naturally bow down to a woman who is willing to exert a little dominance. Tell them what you want and they’ll do it. Do what you want to them and they’ll accept it. Hell, most of the time they’ll enjoy it even if their ego won’t let them admit it out loud. Don’t believe me? Just try it sometime and see what happens. I guarantee you’ll enjoy the results.

  And if for some reason this rubs the man you’re with the wrong way, so be it. If he isn’t sure enough of himself to relinquish control every once in a while then he’s not someone you want to be with anyway. You’ll be saving yourself a whole lot of heartache down the road by finding this out early on.

  #

  I have a regular roster of men that I can choose from on a nightly basis, depending on my mood, but sometimes I just need someone new. Like last Saturday afternoon.

  I was sitting around, going through my phone, trying to decide who to spend the evening with but nobody was standing out. So I slapped on a little makeup and a black bikini that left very little to the imagination and walked out my front door, which opened up to the boardwalk on Mission Beach in San Diego.

  After scouring the beach for a little while I spotted a group of guys playing Over The Line out in front of Island Street. They were regulars, most of them in their mid-20’s like me. I’d slept with all of them and while a couple were decent lays, none was anything to write home about. But I knew I could get a couple of beers from them and a little attention, so I headed on over.

  It wasn’t until I arrived that I noticed the newcomer. He was a little bit younger than the others, maybe by a couple of years, and didn’t have quite the same look. He stood just outside the circle that had formed around me and he seemed a little more guarded than the others, not nearly as boisterous, like he wasn’t real comfortable within the g
roup. Instead of openly gawking at me like the rest of them he cast a couple of shy, almost nervous glances in my direction. But he was a looker, that was for sure; much hotter than the rest of the guys. Just a shade over six feet tall with a mop of shoulder-length blonde hair and a lean but muscular body paired with a sharply-lined, tan face.

  “What’s with the new guy?” I asked, popping open a Coors Lite that I’d grabbed from the nearby cooler.

  “Oh, that’s Nick, my little brother,” Carl said. He was the spokesman of their little group. Not too bad in the sack, better than the others but nothing special.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah,” Carl said. “We dragged him along hoping that you’d come out and see us today.”

  I tilted my head and gave him a mock-disdainful look. “What are you trying to say?”

  Carl shrugged but he had a mischievous grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was up to. And I’m not going to lie, I was a little flattered. But still, I wanted to hear him say it. I couldn’t make things too easy on him, after all. That just wasn’t my style.

  “Come on,” I said. “Spit it out.”

  “He was hoping that you could teach me a thing or two,” Nick said from the rear of the group.

  This brought a combination of shocked laughs, a couple of snickers and a even a taunt or two from the rest of the guys. Which was to be expected from this group. I wasn’t offended. It took a hell of a lot more than that to offend me.

  I cast my eyes over towards Nick. I had to admit, I was surprised that he’d spoken up. And impressed too. It took a lot of balls to say something like that to a woman you had never met before, even if he had a pretty good idea of what kind of a woman I was. Especially with this much testosterone floating about.