Erotic Depravity - 8 Dirty Stories

by AE Publications

  I rose up onto my knees a bit to give myself more leverage then slid my cock into Bonnie’s pussy and proceeded to pound her while holding her knees in the air with my arms, which were locked out, my palms on the floor.

  “Holy fuck,” she cried as I slammed my cock into her, our bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “I’m not gonna lie. That feels pretty fucking good.”

  “I told you before,” I said between deep breaths. “It’s a classic for a reason.”

  “I guess you were right,” Bonnie said. My balls were slapping up against her backside and my hips were grinding into hers at the bottom of every push.

  “Pound me,” she says, staring right at me. Her voice was more controlled than earlier, more demanding. I could see how she would be a great dominatrix. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

  Every word she uttered in that tone increased my intensity. Pretty soon I was fucking her with the entire length of my cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

  “That’s right,” she said, her tone the same as a moment ago. “Give me that fucking cock. Break me in fucking half. Punish me, baby. Punish me.”

  I released one of her legs and shoved my fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while I fucked her.

  “There you go,” she said while her hands played with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks. “Right there. Just like that. Just like that.”

  Her tone made me dream of being dominated by her, which was driving me crazy beyond all belief. I was mere moments away from cumming now. I realized there was only thing I could do to extend my time inside her.

  With this in mind, I pulled my hand from her mouth and wrapped it around her throat and squeezed, cutting off her breath and making it impossible for her to talk any more.

  “You like that?” I said. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her face red.

  Despite her professions of boredom, Bonnie’s pussy was more inviting than it had been at any other time all night. It was as though something inside her had opened up and was trying to swallow me whole. I felt like I could fit my whole body inside her. And the feeling had me wound up to a point I’ve never previously been to.

  I completely let go of all my inhibitions and totally opened up on Bonnie, slamming into her with an intensity I’ve never before reached, hammering my body into hers.

  Bonnie’s eyes started to roll up in her sockets and I suddenly realized I’d been choking her with the same intensity as I’d been fucking her. A couple more seconds and she would be out cold.

  So I did the only thing I could do; I let go of her throat.

  Just like earlier, as soon as Bonnie came back from the edge of unconsciousness, a mammoth orgasm crashed over her. This one was even bigger than the other one, a low growl coming from her mouth and her entire body shaking and quivering for a full five seconds and even suffering a couple of aftershocks before falling still. Once it had finally passed, she gasped for breath and made defeated sounds beneath me. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and full of satisfaction and thanks and staring straight at me.

  “Oh my fucking god,” she said in hushed, reverential tones that clashed with the wide grin on her face. “That was fucking transcendent. Thank you.”

  As pathetic as it sounds, knowing that I’d finally gotten her off in a meaningful way was what finally pushed me over the edge into orgasm.

  Despite my desire from earlier to cum on her face, after what we’d just experienced together a few seconds ago, I just didn’t have it in me to defile her like that. So instead, I asked her if I could cum inside her.

  “You can cum wherever and however you want,” she said. And for once, she was sincere. No more mind games, no more fakery. Just Bonnie. The real, true Bonnie.

  And so, when it was time for my body to do its thing, I relaxed and let it, pumping my cock into Bonnie’s pussy as I came, shooting my seed inside her. It was a monster load, the biggest I’d ever experienced, with so many spasms I lost count after eight.

  After I was dry as a bone, I rolled off of Bonnie and laid down on the floor. We were lying side-by-side, both of our backs to the carpet and our eyes to the ceiling.

  “Well, that was interesting,” Bonnie said. “Not to mention unexpected.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it,” I replied.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “It was great. Incredible, even, but I’m not real sure what happened there at the end.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “Do you think we could ever repeat it?”

  “I doubt it,” I said. “Do you?”

  “I don’t think it’s possible.”

  “Yeah, probably not.”

  “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.”

  “No it doesn’t,” I said.

  “For the regular fee, of course,” Bonnie said.

  “Of course,” I said.

  “Are you sure that won’t bother you?” she asked. “You don’t think it’ll be weird to pay me next time we get together after what happened here tonight?”

  “Of course not,” I said. “The way I see it, what happened here tonight was only possible because I was paying you. If we were in some kind of a relationship, or even just seeing each other casually, there’s no way I would have been able to do all those things to you that I did earlier. And what happened at the beginning of the night is what ultimately led to what happened at the end. It’s all related. You can’t have one without the other.”

  I realized Bonnie was laughing.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “I’ve just never heard anyone come up with a reason to keep paying me before. Usually they’re trying to figure out a way to stop paying me in the future.”

  “Yeah, well most people are stupid and emotional,” I said. “Whereas I’m smart and rational and even-minded.”

  “Either that or you’re insane,” Bonnie said.

  “Yeah, it could be that too,” I said.

  I started to laugh. Bonnie joined in. And that’s where this little filthy tale ends, with both of us lying on the floor, laughing. Together.

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  THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT PICKS UP A STRANGER

  MISTY ROSE

  Although I generally tend to stick with men I already know (and therefore, know what to expect) sometimes my needs point in another direction. Sometimes I just need to pick up a stranger and see what happens from there. There’s always the chance of disappointment, but sometimes that’s part of the thrill too. Like tonight, for example. I just need to get some strange. So I head downtown and make my way over to a swanky hotel that was hosting a big charity get-together that evening. It ended an hour ago and I’ve spent the time since in the bar, getting drunk and waiting for the right man to appear.

  At just before 10PM, he does. He’s in his mid-twenties, tall, dark and handsome, dressed in a suit, sitting alone and drinking a Killian’s. He’s almost done with his beer, so I order myself an appletini and another Killian’s and head over to his table.

  “Here by yourself?” I ask before sitting down.

  Smiling carefully up at me, he nods.

  “Care for some company?” I say.

  “Sure,” he replies. “Why not?”

  So I sit down next to him and hand him his beer.

  “I’m Misty,” I say.

  “I’m Jason,” he says.

  And we’re off.

  He’s not a very talkative guy, which is fine by me. I’m more concerned with other parts of him. So, after a few minutes of light small talk, we’ve finished our drinks.

  “How about nightcap?” I ask, flashing him a little smile.

  “What did you have in mind?” he replies.

  “Let’s go up to your room and find out.”

  I stand up and hold out my hand. After a moment of hesitation, Jason takes my hand and lets me help him out of h
is seat. Leading the way, I head towards the elevator and we take it to his floor.

  After we’re inside his hotel room, I stride over to Jason, staring directly at him with a serious look on my face. Before he knows what’s going on, I put my hands on his waist and squat down.

  “Okay, then,” he says, his breath growing more rapid.

  “Is this all right with you?” I say.

  Jason nods.

  “Good,” I say, going back to work.

  With my head at the same level as Jason’s groin, I undo his belt, pull it off and drop it to the floor. Meanwhile, he pulls his shirt off, giving me a good look of his six-pack abs.

  He watches intently I undo the top button of his jeans and pull down his zipper,, then slip his pants and boxers off, dropping them around his ankles, freeing up his cock. It’s rock-hard and sticking straight out with no sag at all.

  Jason lets out a soft sigh as I grab the base of his cock and start slowly stroking it while cupping his balls with my hand. Staring up at him the whole time, I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of his cock, starting at the base and working my way towards the tip.

  After I’ve run my tongue up the length of his cock, I spit on it and work the saliva in with my hand before taking it in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I suck on the tip of his cock, my head bobbing in short, quick strokes.

  While I suck his cock, I run my hands over Jason’s chest, touching his washboard stomach and healthy pectoral muscles, my fingers brushing his nipples. He takes a quick breath and I realize he likes this. So I tweak his nipples a little more, squeezing them with my fingers, our eyes locked together the whole time.

  “You like that, do you?” I say, pulling my mouth off his cock for a moment. “You like it when I play with your nipples.”

  Jason nods quickly.

  I smile. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” I say. “But right now I have more pressing business at hand.”

  I run my hands back down his stomach and grab ahold of his cock. After slapping his cock against my tongue a couple of times I take the head of it back in my mouth.

  After concentrating on the tip for a bit, I push my head forward, taking his cock three-quarters of the way into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back off.

  As I’m coming back in for more, Jason puts his hands on my head.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I say, grabbing his wrists and gently pushing them back to his side before going back to work.

  Jason’s cock is glistening with my saliva as I again start jerking him off. I drop my head down a little bit and lick his sack with my tongue before taking one of his balls in my mouth.

  Still jerking him off, I suck on one of his testicles, pulling on it, stretching his sack out until it pops out of my mouth, resulting in a low groan from him.

  “That feels good, doesn’t it?” I say, looking up at Jason.

  He nods desperately. He doesn’t look like he could speak even if he wanted to.

  Laughing, I move over to his other testicle, giving it the same treatment. After popping it out of my mouth too I release my hold on his balls and lift my head back up and go back to work on his cock.

  Staring up at him, I run my tongue up the entire length of Jason’s shaft, starting at the base and finishing at the tip. Then I slap it against my cheek a couple of times before slipping it in my mouth again, bobbing up and down on it, taking it halfway down every time. After blowing him for a good thirty seconds without pause, I pull my mouth off, gather up some saliva, and spit on his cock.

  “You like your blowjobs nice and wet, don’t you?” I say, using the accrued saliva to forcefully jerk him off.

  He nods again.

  “Yeah, I can tell,” I say. “The sloppier the better right?”

  “That’s right,” he says.

  Surprised by hearing him actually talk instead of just nod his head, I decide to reward him for it. After jerking him off a little more, I push Jason’s cock up, pressing it against his stomach and holding it there, sticking straight up, pointed at his face. Knowing from earlier that he enjoys getting his sack played with, I start sucking on his balls again, this time taking them both in my mouth at the same time.

  I suck on them and bounce them around in my mouth for a little while before wrapping my lips around his sack and yanking down on it hard enough that he utters a little moan of discomfort.

  I know that moan, I’ve hear it many times before. Yes, there’s discomfort, but there’s also pleasure. More of it than usual, as it’s magnified by the level of discomfort.

  Laughing to myself, I release Jason’s balls with a pop and they bounce back up.

  “Holy fuck that felt good,” he says, his breath ragged and huge smile on his face. And I know he means it, considering this is the most words he’s spit out since we started.

  “Yeah?” I say. “You liked that?”

  “I loved it,” Jason says.

  “So you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, huh?”

  “Apparently so,” he says. “I never knew until just now.”

  “Well, you’re in luck,” I say. “Because that happens to be what I specialize in.”

  “Is that right?” he says, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

  “It certainly is,” I say. “Do you want to experience more of it?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Then step right up,” I say, climbing to my feet. “And learn a little bit about the relationship between pleasure and pain.”

  I grab ahold of Jason’s cock and use it to lead him to the bed. Once there, I turn him around so his back is facing it, then push on his shoulders, dropping him down onto the bed, face up.

  Standing over him, looking down at Jason lying there, I play with my pussy, rubbing it until it’s nice and wet. Then I climb onto the bed and crawl up the length of his body until my pussy is hovering right above his head.

  With my knees on the bed and my calves tucked beneath my thighs, with one leg on either side of Jason’s head, I drop down, straddling his face. At first I didn’t move at all, content to simply smother him with my flesh, my pussy right on top of his mouth, digging in, forcing his tongue inside me.

  “That’s a good boy,” I say. “Get that tongue in there. Show me how good you are at eating pussy.”

  I sit there for a good 15 seconds while Jason struggles for breath beneath me before finally lifting my body up for a couple seconds to give him a chance to breathe.

  Sitting on his chest, staring down at him, my eyes locked onto his, I flash him a dirty smile. “You like that don’t you?”

  Smiling back, he nods emphatically.

  “Good,” I say. “Because so do I. Do you mind if I do it some more?”

  “Please do,” he says.

  I lean down and stick my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips, then grab two handfuls of his hair and scoot forward and drop my ass back down onto his face.

  Holding his head flush against the mattress, I grind my pussy on Jason’s mouth, pushing down with all my weight, forcing his head deeper into the mattress. Even though he can hardly breathe, it’s obvious Jason is loving it. His tongue is active, licking and tasting my insides with enthusiasm.

  As I continue grinding away on his face, Jason sticks out his tongue as far as he can, forcing it deeper into my pussy. I lets out an excited little moan and start riding his rigid tongue, moving forward and back quickly, my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every pass, soaking Jason’s face and covering it in my juices.

  I let go of Jason’s hair with my right hand and start working my pussy with it. It isn’t long before I’m aggressively rubbing at my clit while continuing to ride his tongue. My moans and groans fill the room as I approach orgasm. A few seconds later I let out a loud screech and my body shudders. I rise up just a bit as the orgasm arrives.

  I smack away at my clit as I cum, squirting a steady stream of juices out of my pussy, making a mess of Jason’s face.r />
  “Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” he says after my stream has run dry. His head and face looks like they’ve been dunked in a barrel full of water. But his smile is wider than ever.

  “You like that too, do you?” I ask, still squatting over him, my pussy mere inches above his face.

  “I fucking love it,” he says. “You’re fucking incredible.”

  “You’re not too bad yourself,” I say.

  “Shit, I haven’t even done anything yet,” Jason says. “You’re the one doing all the work.”

  “Well, let’s change that then,” I reply.

  I climb off of Jason’s face and scoot down his body until I’m straddling his midsection. With my ass pushing back against his still hard cock, I lean forward and use my tongue to lick my pussy juices off of Jason’s face.

  Once his face is clean, I lift my body up just a bit and scoot my butt back so my pussy is hovering over Jason’s groin. Then I grab ahold of his cock and slide it inside my soaking wet snatch. I take things quickly right from the start, riding him cowgirl, hammering my body down onto his, not showing him any mercy whatsoever. I put my palms flat on his chest for leverage, which allows me to pummel him even more intensely.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I say, staring down at Jason, his face a mixture of pleasure and pain from the pounding I’m giving him. “You like it when I ride you into the sunset, don’t you?”

  Grimacing, Jason nods.

  “That’s good because I like it too,” I say. “I like the feel of your hard cock inside of me, of your balls slapping up against my ass, of the control I have over you.”

  To punctuate this last point, I grab ahold of his wrists and pin them back against the couch, immobilizing his arms while I continue riding him.

  Having this much control is too much for me to bear; it just turns me on like crazy, so much so that no more than fifteen seconds after pinning his wrists to the couch, an orgasm courses through me, making me shiver and shake and groan and bite down on my bottom lip and finally scream as it passes.

  After I’ve cum, I slam down onto Jason one final time and stay there, his cock deep inside my pussy. I lean forward until my chest is touching his head, his face between my tits. Then I shake my upper body from side to side, smacking him in the face with my tits a few times. After I’ve beat him up pretty good, I wrap my arms around the back of his head, smashing his face against my flesh between my tits.