Erotic Kinky Filth - 8 Naughty Stories

by ae2publications

  Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.

  I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.

  She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.

  “Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

  I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.

  Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.

  “Holyfuckingshit,” Amber said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.

  “I take it you liked that?” I said.

  Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.

  Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Amber’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”

  She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.

  I slipped all three fingers into Amber’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.

  “Whatever you say,” she replied.

  I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.

  “After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Amber said.

  “That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”

  “It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”

  “But what if I want you to still be a punk?”

  “Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”

  I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.

  “Well, this is real,” Amber said.

  “Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.

  “What’s the matter?” she said.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”

  “Who says you can’t still?”

  “I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”

  “Of course it would,” Amber said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”

  “So you actually do like it?”

  “I fucking love it,” Amber said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”

  I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Amber’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.

  Amber sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.

  While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Amber grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.

  I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Amber said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”

  I nodded.

  “Come on,” she said. “Give it a try.”

  I reached out and gave one of her tits a half-hearted smack.

  “You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.

  I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.

  “Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”

  So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.

  “Harder,” she said.

  I did.

  “Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.

  I slapped her again, making her flinch.

  “That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”

  I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.

  “Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”

  She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.

  I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.

  My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.

  “What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.

  I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.

  For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.

  Looking down at Amber’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 19-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?

  For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Amber.

  “Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”

  So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Amber, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.

  Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.

  “Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.

  “It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ag
o. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”

  I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.

  “I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Amber said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”

  “Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”

  She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”

  I stared at her for a moment then snorted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”

  “There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”

  “Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.

  “It is something,” Amber replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”

  It should have concerned me that a crazy 19-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.

  “Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.

  “That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”

  “Who’s Carrie?”

  “One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”

  “So you do to her what I just did to you?”

  “Hell no,” Amber said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.

  “I’m sure you would,” Amber said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  “I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”

  “For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”

  “I’ll let you know.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”

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  HAMMERING THE KINKY ESCORT

  SCOTTY DIGGLER

  First off, let me state right up front that I love escorts. I’ve been using them since I was 18 and I don’t expect the practice to end anytime soon. People always ask me why don’t I have a conventional relationship. Paying for sex is just so . . . nasty, they say. To which I reply, that’s exactly why I do it. Sometimes I feel like a nasty guy and it’s a hell of a lot easier to get truly down and dirty with a woman that you don’t have to worry about seeing ever again, unless you specifically choose to. I mean, seriously, do you want to kiss your girlfriend the morning after you came in her mouth? Or have her rub her hands through your hair the morning after she had her finger in your ass? Okay, don’t answer that. Maybe you do. But I sure as hell don’t. No, I’d rather live with the memory of that perfect night in my head, forever untainted, than deal with the reality of spending the next day together as human beings. I love the animal aspects of sex, the grinding, the sweating, the willingness to do things that you’d never consider doing under the harsh light of day. But the human part, the dealing with feelings and emotions and all that? No thanks. I deal with enough of that as it is; at work, with my family and friends, hell, even just observing strangers causes more anxiety than I like to deal with. No, I want my sex straight up, with no chaser. I want to fuck like an animal, without restraint, without having to think about the consequences in the morning, without having to wake up in bed the morning with my partner beside me and be embarrassed, to wonder what she thinks of me, of whether or not she liked it as much as I thought she did. I want to live in my dream world. I want my escort. I want to fuck. And so do you. After all, that’s what you bought this story, right? To read about the nasty stuff? Not to hear me ramble. So here you go. Enjoy.

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  She arrives at the door two minutes early, rings the bell. I looked out the peephole to check her out, my dick already hard in anticipation. The fish lens distorts her features just a bit, but nothing short of a circus funhouse mirror could have made her anything less than fucking perfect. She looked great: Long dark hair, lots of eye shadow behind her sunglasses, red lipstick, her full, pouty lips turned up in a huge, innocent smile. Not too much makeup, showing off her lightly-freckled nose. She was even chewing gum, topping off the fantasy perfectly. Looking like she was straight out of high school, the epitome of my ideal girl when I was first hitting puberty.

  I open the door and let her in. She’s a tiny little spinner, no more than 5’2” and somewhere right around 90 pounds. A full foot shorter than me and less than half my weight. She’s wearing a white, sleeveless t-shirt over a black bra. Her tan, flat stomach leads to the ultra-short jean shorts, which in turn lead to her tanned, skinny but still shapely legs, all the way to the sandals covering her tiny little feet.

  “So, what do you think?” she says, striking a pose. Her voice is bubbly, innocent. She plays the part like a pro. Which, of course, she is.

  “I think you’re perfect,” I say.

  Her smile widens. “Ahh, aren’t you sweet.” She sticks the tips of her finger in her mouth and giggles, then turns to check out the room. The bottom of her jean shorts barely cover her tight, tiny ass. I can’t take my eyes off it. I can’t wait to see it in all its glory, bouncing on my cock

  “Quite a nice room you’ve got here,” she says.

  “You like it?” I say.

  “I love it. It’s so big.”

  She comes over and puts one arm around me and leans her head up against my chest. The top of her head barely reaches my chin. She drops her hand down to my crotch and looks up at me with a mischievous grin. “And it feels like you’ve got something else big waiting for me, too.”

  “Maybe,” I say.

  She giggles and slips out of her sandals. Then she turns around and gets up on her toes and presses the top of her ass against my crotch and starts to wiggle and shimmy. My cock is rock hard. It’s pressing up against my jeans as she rubs up and down against it.

  Smiling, she turns her head and looks up at me. “So what’s on the menu for tonight?”

  “Whatever you can take,” I say.

  “I can take whatever you can dish out,” she says.

  “We’ll see about that.” I say as I grab a fistful of her hair and spin her around so she’s facing me.

  She yelps; part pleasure, part surprise, part pain. “Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?”

  “Yes it is,” I say.

  I place my hand on top of her head and start to push. Not gentle, not rough, just guiding her down. Showing her the way. She goes willingly. Knowingly. And then her head is right in front of my crotch. She looks up at me, her eyes wide, her teeth biting the corner of her bottom lip.

  “Is this what you like?” she says. “Pushing girls like me around? Making us do what you want?” There’s no malice in her voice, no fear. If anything there’s a bit of humor, as though she’s taunting me.

  I nod.

  “Then what are you waiting for big boy?” she says. “Pull it out and let’s see what you got.”

  I undo my zipper and pull my cock out. It’s not the biggest dick in the world but it’s not the smallest either. It gets the job done. Especially when it’s as hard as it is right now. It’s stiff enough to hammer nails.

  She starts to pull her shirt over her head.

  I stop her. “Keep it on,” I say. Something about fucking a girl fully clothed just turns me on.

  She shrugs. “Whatever you want, baby.” Sh
e turns her head to the side and spits her gum out. Then she faces me again, wraps one hand around my shaft, opens her mouth, and takes my cock inside it. She sucks the tip of my cock and strokes my shaft with her hand, working it slowly at first and gradually picking up steam, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

  She pulls my cock out of her mouth, slaps it against her tongue a couple of times, spits on it, then turns her head and puts it back into her mouth sideways. My cock presses against the inside of her cheek, poking on the skin, creating an unnatural bulge in her face. She pops my cock out the side of her mouth and presses it up against my stomach and licks my balls, staring up at me the whole time, maintaining eye contact.

  “Fuck my face,” she says as she adjusts her hands so they’re clenching the back of my legs, just below my butt. “Come on, baby, fuck my pretty little face.”

  I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head towards me while at the same time thrusting my hips forward, driving my cock into her waiting mouth. I pump my hips faster, faster, faster still, her lips now pressing tightly against my cock, creating a seal, her saliva glistening on my cock as I draw it nearly all the way out, stick it back in, draw it out, stick it in, draw it out, stick it in over and over and over again, pumping faster and faster, slamming it deeper and deeper into her mouth, down her throat. She makes gasping, gagging sounds but her eyes are locked on mine and she’s begging with them, pleading for more. I grab the back of her head and thrust one final time and hold it her head there for one, two, three, four, five seconds, my cock deep in her throat, her nose pressing up against the bottom of my stomach.

  She starts to gag. I pull my cock out. It’s glistening with her saliva. She coughs and hacks and spits on my cock, then starts stroking it with her hand. Her mascara is running down her face and saliva is dripping down her chin.

  Smiling, she says, “Give me more, baby. I want more.”

  I bend down and guide her to the floor. She’s on her back, her hair spread out around her head, still fully clothed. I slide her shirt up but don’t take it all the way off, uncovering her small but firm tits and rock-hard nipples the size of pencil erasers. I do the same with her shorts, pulling them down just a bit, exposing her g-string but not slipping them past her knees. Trapping her legs together. Her panties I simply move to the side, exposing her smooth, freshly shaved vagina.