Erotic Submission - 8 Dirty Stories

by AE Publications

  “With pleasure,” he replied, getting up off the ground and onto his hands and knees too. He crawled over to me and sidled up behind me, then slipped his rock-hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. We both gasped as it went in with only minimal resistance. Then he started fucking me from behind, doggy-style.

  With his hands gripping my hips, Scott slammed his cock into me, not bothering to take it slow, pounding me so hard and fast that I could feel his balls slapping up against the underside of my pussy.

  “Oh my god yes,” I said. “That’s what I need. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me like you stole me.”

  And he did, hammering away at my pussy with everything he had. After a minute or so, his hands slid down to my ass cheeks and he gripped them and spread them open and held them like that, giving him deeper access to my insides.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, loving each incremental step he was taking.

  After holding my ass open for a bit, his hands worked their way to my back to my shoulders. He began pulling back on them as he moved forward, so our bodies were going in opposite directions when we met, allowing his cock to go even deeper inside of me.

  It felt great, but once again I needed something more. Namely, what I’d been looking forward to all evening. So I stuck my middle finger in my mouth to get it lubed up, then slid it back around my body and started rubbing it against my asshole.

  “Are you trying to tell me something?” Scott said, still fucking me all the while.

  “What do you think?” I asked.

  He just laughed.

  “Why are you laughing?” I asked, looking back at him, messing with him a bit. “Does the thought of fucking my ass seem funny to you?”

  “Not at all,” Scott said. “It’s exciting.”

  “Then what are you waiting for? Stick your thumb in there and get my asshole warmed up, and then fuck it with your hard cock until you’re ready to cum.”

  “If you insist,” Scott said. Not fucking me for a moment but keeping his cock inside me, he gathered up some saliva and spit on my asshole. Then he ran his thumb down the crack of my ass. After rubbing the outside of my asshole with his thumb to spread out the wetness a bit, he slipped the tip of his thumb in my anus.

  “Holyfuckingshit,” I said, the words running together to make one long one. “That feels so fucking good.”

  Evidently Scott thought so too, as he began pounding my pussy harder than ever while continuing to work his thumb in and out and around my asshole, getting it nice and loose.

  “Okay, that’s enough,” I said a short time later, turning my upper body to the side so I could see his face while I spoke the magic words. “I need your cock in there. Now. No more screwing around. Fuck my ass.”

  Smiling, Scott replaced his thumb with his cock, taking it slow, sliding just the tip in at first and holding it there, not moving against me.

  I was still looking at him, and I could see that he was struggling a bit with his cock in my ass. It was tight, for sure, but not that tight. There was plenty of room for his cock. Which meant the problem wasn’t with me, but with him. And I think I knew what it was.

  “You’re close to cumming, aren’t you?” I asked, smirking at him.

  He nodded.

  “Ahhhh, isn’t that cute,” I said with mock sweetness. “You’ve only been in my ass for a few seconds and you’re ready to cum.”

  This time Scott just took a deep breath.

  “But that just won’t do,” I said, starting to move against him. Slowly. For now. “Because I need to get my ass pounded. Even if it’s only for half a minute. Okay?”

  “Okay,” he managed to say.

  By now I was moving against him a little more aggressively, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside my ass with every pump.

  Scott was grimacing more, his face screwed up in a mask of desperation.

  “Not yet,” I said, “You can’t cum until you’ve hammered my asshole for at least a good two minutes. Understand?”

  Scott forced himself to nod.

  “I want to hear you say it,” I said, still moving against him, harder than ever now.

  “I understand,” he said after taking a deep breath.

  “Good,” I said as I slammed my ass back into him hard enough to almost knock him over and forcing his cock deeper inside my asshole. It wasn’t quite bottoming out yet, but it was close. “Then just sit back and let me do the work if you have to, but no cumming until I say so. Okay?”

  “Okay,” he said.

  I bounced my ass back against him again and this time he held his ground. So I did it again, and again, and again. His cock was disappearing completely inside my anus now, filling it up, pushing against all the walls. It felt incredible. And my asshole was loosening up with every thrust, making it easier on Scott as well.

  “How are you doing back there?” I asked after slamming my ass back against him and holding it there for a few seconds, his cock deep inside me.

  “Better,” he said.

  “Yeah?” I asked, looking back at him.

  He nodded. And he looked better, that was for sure.

  “So you think you can hold out for a little while?”

  “I think so,” he said.

  “Good,” I replied. “Because I really want you to take control for a little bit and fuck my ass like it deserves to be fucked. Do you think you can do that?”

  “I know I can,” he said, smiling his patented, confident grin for the first time since his cock had been in my ass.

  “Then go to work,” I said.

  So he did, taking control, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading my ass before pounding away, his hips slamming into me with as much force as when he was fucking my pussy.

  “That’s it,” I said. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Give it to me good. Pound that asshole. Pound that fucking asshole!”

  Just as it had all night, my dirty talk excited Scott even more, and he started going after me with a frenzied fervor. He reached up and pulled my hair, yanking my head back and arching my spine, allowing him to penetrate my asshole even deeper.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God!” I screamed, my face turned up to the ceiling from the tension. The combination of getting my ass fucked and my hair pulled at the same time was intoxicating. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  And Scott didn’t stop, fucking my ass more aggressively than ever. He was grunting like an animal, making more noise than I’d ever heard him make before.

  Half a minute later, my body tensed up for a few seconds then released in a flood as a titanic orgasm raged through my body. But Scott didn’t slow down at all. He was still hammering away at me with reckless abandon while my body bucked and thrashed in ecstasy.

  My gyrations put Scott over the edge too. He pounded my ass a couple more times, then he let out a low groan and his cock released his sperm deep in my ass. He continued fucking me, forcing out every last drop of cum from his cock before pulling his hips back and pulling his cock out of my asshole.

  We fell down onto the carpeted floor together, lying on our backs next to each other.

  “I sure am glad you gave me a call,” Scott said, turning and flashing me a little smile.

  “And I sure am glad you decided to come over,” I replied, grinning back at him.

  “Yeah, I think that was a good choice,” Scott said. He leaned over and gave me a kiss. I grabbed his head and held him there and we started to make out. As I explored his mouth with my tongue I thought about how sometimes, dreams do come true. I only hoped this one would last longer than the one that had started out the night.

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  WHAT EVER SHE WANTS

  DIRK ROCKWELL

  Sometimes the best hook-ups are the unexpected ones. Take, for example, Derek Martin. Derek wasn’t planning on having intense, deviant, depraved sex with a beautiful woman when the night started, and certainly not once he was one of the last people drinking in the little d
ive bar next to his house, but that was exactly what he got. And the pure unexpectedness of it all made it that much sweeter.

  For Derek, it was the end of a long week, piggybacking on an extended string of bad luck, starting with a bad breakup three months prior, followed by being passed over for promotion at work, combined with a car accident with an uninsured driver, and topped off with the death of Kirby, the 13-year-old beagle he’d had since he was a kid. And the string didn’t look to be ending anytime soon, as far as he could tell.

  With no light at the end of the tunnel, he decided to get drunk to ease his wounds. So on the way home from work on a Wednesday night (his Friday) he stopped at a little Irish-themed hole-in-the-wall near his house.

  When he arrived at just after 10pm there was a decent-sized crowd, a mix of men and women, all different ages, all different lifestyles. Two and half hours later, he was only one of two people left, save for the bartender.

  The other customer had been there for almost as long as he had, sitting alone on the opposite side of the bar, drinking alone just like Derek. They’d made eye-contact a couple times but it was always fleeting. From the looks of things, she was just as down in the dumps as he was.

  With her long blonde hair, pale skin, big brown eyes, full lips and meticulously applied makeup, she was an incredibly attractive woman, far too good looking for Derek to even consider making a move on under normally circumstances. But after 9 beers and 3 shots of Jack Daniels, he was feeling less like himself than usual. Plus he figured things couldn’t get any worse than they’d been recently, so he asked the bartender what the lady was drinking and had one sent over to her.

  Shortly after receiving the drink, she stood up from her side of the bar and walked over towards him.

  Derek watched her intently as she approached, unable to take his eyes off her. Up until now, he’d only seen her face. And while it was extremely cute, it was no match for the rest of her body. Thin frame, toned arms, perky breasts, flat stomach, narrow hips, long, sculpted legs—she was the full package. And dressed to impress in a short black cocktail dress and black heels.

  He tried to act casual as she stopped in front of his stool but he could hardly breath. His stomach was doing somersaults and his head was spinning.

  “Thanks for the drink,” she said in a high-pitched, sexy voice. “I’m Erin.”

  “I’m Derek. Pleased to meet you.”

  “Same here,” Erin said. “Mind if I join you?”

  “I’d be honored,” Derek said.

  “Ah, aren’t you sweet,” Erin said as she sat down. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to noticing me.”

  “Oh, I noticed you a while ago,” Derek said.

  “Then what took you so long to make a move?”

  “That sort of thing just isn’t my style,” he said. “Besides, the way you were all dressed up, I figured you were on your way to meet someone.”

  “Actually, that was earlier in the evening,” Erin said.

  “Well, considering you’re here drinking alone, I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”

  Erin laughed humorlessly and took a drink. “That’s the understatement of the year.”

  “Sorry about that,” Derek said.

  She shrugged. “What can you do?”

  Derek finished his beer and ordered another. “Oh, I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Surely a woman like you has no problem getting whatever man she wants.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  Derek shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.

  “Come on,” Erin said. “You’re the one that brought it up. You can’t back out now.”

  “I just meant . . . someone as attractive as you probably has men following you around like dogs at heel.”

  “Only from afar,” she said.

  “Really?” Derek asked as the bartender set his newly-filled glass down in front of him.

  Erin nodded. “You’d be surprised how many men are afraid to even talk to me, let alone ask me out on a date. Or to go home with them.”

  “But it has to happen sometimes.”

  “Well, yeah,” she said. “Of course. But even then it never works out.”

  “Oh yeah?” Derek asked. “And why is that?”

  “Because the ones that approach girls generally aren’t worth a shit.”

  Derek laughed and took a drink of his beer.

  “What’s so funny?” Erin asked.

  “I was just thinking about what you said and how right it is,” Derek said. “All my friends who try to scam on women are pieces of shit.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Then why come over here when I bought you a drink?”

  “Because you did it the right way,” Erin said. “You sat back for two hours without making a move. Then you had a drink sent over. That’s classy stuff. I don’t see it much these days.”

  “I have to admit I’ve never been accused of being classy,” Derek said, smiling.

  “It’s not an accusation, it’s a compliment,” Erin said.

  “Well thanks, then.”

  “You’re very welcome,” she said, finishing off the rest of her drink. “Although, to be perfectly frank, there’s one more reason I decided to come over here. Three more, actually.”

  “Oh yeah? And what are they?”

  “One, I’m really drunk. Two, I’m really horny. And three, you’re really cute.”

  Derek’s heart fluttered and he could feel his face starting blush. “You really think I’m cute?”

  Erin bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. “Do you think I’m cute?”

  “I think you’re fucking beautiful.”

  “Even better,” she said. “So what do you say?”

  “To what?”

  “To going to your place and having a little fun.”

  “I say what are we waiting for?”

  Derek pounded the rest of his beer, hopped off the barstool, took Erin’s hand, and led her to the door.

  #

  Ten minutes later they were in Derek’s apartment, kissing and groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. They’d started at it immediately after closing the front door behind them, and were still right there in the hallway, not even bothering to make their way into the bedroom before getting started.

  “There’s something you need to know,” Erin said between kisses. She was down to her bra and panties and Derek to his boxers and socks. Their clothes lay in a heap over by the door.

  Derek broke their embrace and took a quick step back.

  “It’s nothing bad,” Erin said upon seeing the look on his face. “It’s just . . . I’m not a normal girl.”

  “No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” Derek said.

  “No,” Erin said, laughing under her breath. “Not like that. It’s just . . . I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling you exactly what to do.”

  “Well, lucky for you I’m not a typical guy,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m actually good at following directions.”

  Erin’s smile was wide and genuine as she looked up at him. “I’m so glad to hear that. You don’t know how many guys just do their own thing, regardless of what I want.”

  “Not me,” Derek said. “I promise to give you whatever you want.”

  “Where have you been my whole life?”

  “That’s funny, I was wondering the exact same thing about you.”

  “I don’t know where I’ve been,” Erin said, pushing him back against the wall. “But I know where I’m going to go.”

  “Where’s that?” Derek asked.

  “Down,” Erin said, dropping to her knees.

  “Oh,” Derek said as she pulled his boxers down around his ankles. “Very clever.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Erin took his cock in her mouth. Looking down at her, he watched as she worked his cock, suck
ing on the tip while she jerked his shaft with her hand, her eyes locked on his the entire time.

  After bobbing on the head of Derek’s cock for a bit, Erin took him deeper inside her mouth, about halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling off.

  She spit on his cock and started jerking him off. Looking up at him, she said, “You like how I suck your cock?”

  Derek nodded, unsure if he could speak.

  “Do you want me to suck it some more?”

  He nodded again.

  Giggling, Erin took his cock in her mouth once again, this time taking it three-quarters of the way down before pulling back. But instead of letting his cock all the way out of her mouth, she took it right to the tip then pushed her head forward again, blowing him proper, her lips moving back and forth along his shaft while she stared up at him.

  Erin sucked Derek’s cock continuously for a full minute before finally letting it slip out of her mouth. His cock was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the meager light of the hallway.

  She grabbed Derek around the waist and spun him around so his back was facing the wall, then gave him a little push, backing him flush against it.

  Looking up at him with a devilish smile, Erin quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she grabbed ahold of Derek’s shaft and smacked the head of his cock against her newly exposed tits a couple times.

  He let out a single, involuntary groan.

  “Oh, you liked that, did you?” Erin said, her evil smile growing wider.

  “Yeah,” Derek replied.

  “Then you’ll probably like this too,” she said, dropping her head a little bit lower and slapping her cheek with his cock.

  “Holy fuck,” Derek said under his breath. For some reason this turned him on more than when she’d been sucking his cock. It was just so nasty.

  “Wow, you really like that, didn’t you?” Erin said with a giggle.

  “A little bit too much, I think,” Derek said.

  “Tell me about it. Maybe I should just go back to sucking your cock.”

  “Maybe you should,” he said.

  So she did, wrapping her lips around his cock and working it with her mouth while jerking him off at the same time, keeping her eyes locked on his all the while.