Nasty Girls - 4 Dirty Tales

by AE Publications

  “Shut up and take it,” she says in a harsh voice. “Don’t make another fucking sound until I tell you to.”

  “Yes mistress,” I say.

  She smacks my balls. I wince in pain.

  “Did I tell you to speak?”

  I shake my head no.

  “That’s a good boy,” she says. “And just for that you’re going to get rewarded.”

  She undoes my zipper, sticks her hand inside my pants. She caresses my cock, slowly playing her finger up and down the shaft. It’s still folded up against my pants, threatening to poke a hole in the material.

  When she finally unfolds my cock it pops out of the open zipper like a jack-in-the-box. She places her palm under it as if weighing it.

  “Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all.”

  She spits on my cock and begins to stroke it. She looks up at me. “Do you want me to suck it?” she says, still stroking as she talks.

  I nod.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you to suck my cock.”

  “Beg for it,” she says, still stroking.

  “Please,” I say, the words coming out at no more than a whisper. “Suck my cock. Please, Mistress. Please suck my cock.”

  She sticks her tongue out, licks the tip. I shudder. She looks up at me and smiles. Laughs. Shakes her head.

  “Sorry,” she says. “It’s not going to happen. Not yet, at least. Torturing you is just too much fun.”

  Then she cups my balls in her hand, drops down farther onto her knees, and scoots further under me. I lean back against the wall, slide my feet out away from it, and then my hips, creating a bridge. Giving her more room to work and myself a better angle to see what she’s doing.

  She slips her hand up my scrotum and pinches it off just below my cock, creating a little pocket. She licks my sack, then suckles one of my balls, playing with it in her mouth. Then she does the same with other. She opens her mouth wider and takes them both at the same time. Bounces them off one another. Sucks on them, creating a vacuum with her mouth. Increasing the pressure.

  I shudder, focus all my energy on not blowing my load. She senses this and relaxes the pressure while still continuing to suck. With my balls in her mouth she lays my cock on top of her face alongside her nose. She takes my cock in her hand and strokes it. Lets my balls fall from her mouth.

  She scoots back and smiles up at me, a mocking, “I own you” smile. She is still on her knees. She is still stroking my cock.

  My legs are trembling. My breath is ragged. The pressure is nearly unbearable. If she would just take me in her mouth I would cum within a matter of seconds and then I could die a happy man.

  “Please,” I say.

  “Please, what?”

  “Please suck my cock.”

  She tilts her head, eyes me with menace.

  “Please suck my cock, mistress,” I say.

  Her glare softens. She seems to think about it for a moment. Then, to my dismay, she stands up and says, “Nah, I don’t think so. You haven’t earned it yet.”

  Her hand is still on my cock and she uses it to drag me towards the bed. My pants are still down around my ankles so I have to shuffle madly to keep from falling.

  I start to beg her again but she turns and slaps me in the face.

  “Shut up,” she says. “Did I tell you to speak to me?”

  I shake my head.

  “That’s right.” She turns me and pushes me down onto the bed. “So you just take your clothes off and lie down on your back and get ready to make yourself useful.”

  “Yes mistress.”

  I do as I am told, slipping out of my clothes while she goes over and has another glass of wine. She ignores me completely, as though I’m not even there, and this just turns me on even more. Finally I’m naked. I climb onto the bed and adjust myself so I am lying in the middle. The moment of truth is almost here. And I can hardly wait.

  She dusts off her glass of wine and slips out of her dress and turns towards me, allowing me full access to her body. Fully naked now, I get the see it in all its splendor, taking it in as a whole. Beautiful face, graceful neck, perfect tits, thin waist, wide hips, neatly trimmed bush, muscled but not muscular legs. Even her feet were perfect, right down to her toenails which are painted bright red.

  She is just standing there, towering over me, when she starts to play with her pussy. At first just rubbing it, then sticking one finger in, then two. Sliding in and out, the wetness building, becoming more and more slippery, occasionally pulling her fingers out to stick them in her mouth and suck off the juices before diving back in for more. She stares directly at me while she plays with herself, as if daring me stand up and take control. But I don’t fall for the trap. Instead I just start to play with myself, preparing my cock for what’s to come.

  “Don’t fucking touch yourself,” she says. “Just let it sit there.”

  I reluctantly do as I’m told.

  And then she’s moving towards the bed, towards me. She’s taken to rubbing her clit but her eyes still haven’t strayed from mine.

  She slaps her pussy a few times then climbs onto the bed by my feet. She begins to lick her way up my body, starting with my calves, then my knees, then my thighs. But instead of stopping at my waist she continues up, licking my belly button, then my under my ribs, licking, suckling, lightly biting, her hands exploring my chest as she does so. And then without warning she bites down on my nipple. I hiss in pain but she just laughs and continues on, suckling at my neck for a moment, then kissing me full on the lips, sticking her tongue down my throat with reckless intensity. But even that only lasts a couple seconds, and then she is continuing up towards my head and then before I know it she is sitting on my face, her dripping wet pussy dropping down perfectly onto my mouth and nose, straddling it, pushing down, smothering me, forcing me to breathe her in if I’m to take any breath at all.

  And so I do, inhaling her musky odor into my lungs, holding it, letting it out. She moans in intense pleasure and grinds harder into my face, bouncing up and down. Her pussy is gushing, drenching my chin, my nose, my lips. I stick my tongue out and lick her sweet, supple pussy, the walls slick and delicious and as smooth as the finest silk.

  “Oh fuck yeah, right there, right there, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” she says, losing herself.

  I look up and see her leaning forward and gripping the top of the bed frame, her beautiful tits bouncing around above me, hair amiss, head bowed forward, face screwed up in intense pleasure.

  I hook my arms around her thighs and stick my tongue out even further while pressing down on her hips and into me. She rides my tongue, forward and back, forward and back, forward and back, her moans growing in intensity, becoming grunts, then finally culminating in a single, piercing scream before falling silent.

  Her body shudders once, then twice, then three times, each shudder accompanied by a little yelp of pleasure. She is breathing hard and her body is glistening with sweat. She throws her head back, looks up at the ceiling.

  “Now that,” she says, “Is what I’m talking about.”

  She climbs off my face and slides in next to me in bed. Propped up on one arm, she kisses me, tasting herself. She licks her lips and smiles.

  Smiling back, I say, “Now will you please suck my cock?”

  “Honey, after that, I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.”

  And with that she slips down between my legs and takes my cock in her mouth.

  Now I’m not hung like a porn star but I’m not hung like a pimple either, and still she swallows my cock without any problem whatsoever. It disappears between her lips and down her throat in a flash, her eyes fixed on mine the whole time.

  “Ho-ly shit,” I say as I immediately fight the urge to spew in her mouth.

  She winks at me and then shifts her head back a bit and somehow takes my cock even deeper. Lying on my back in the bed I can see the tip of her nose pressing into my groin and feel the tip of my cock pres
sing against the back of her throat. Then her tongue flicks out from underneath and nestles my scrotum for just a moment, and I shudder in ecstasy and am just on the verge of cumming when she slides my cock out of her mouth. It’s dripping wet and coated with saliva and the tip is white from where the tightness of her throat restricted the blood flow.

  I relax for a moment and the urge to cum passes. As soon as it’s gone she again takes my cock into her mouth, just the tip this time, sucks on it and jerks my shaft with her hand, the leftover saliva making it slick, allowing her to jerk it quickly, up and down, up and down, up and down, her hand squeezing tighter and tighter, increasing the pressure on my cock until I’m again only moments from cumming.

  When she feels my tension rising again she slows down her strokes, pulls the tip from her mouth, and proceeds to slowly lick the length of my shaft with her tongue, up and then down, up and then down, up and then down, bringing me again into safe range.

  “Do you want to come yet?” she says.

  “Desperately,” I reply, at this point wanting only to release the incredible, nearly unbearable pressure.

  “Beg for it,” she says while she massages my balls with her right hand and plays with my cock with her left.

  “Please let me cum,” I say.

  She tilts her head and eyes me with a slightly raised brow.

  “Mistress,” I add.

  “That’s better,” she says. “But I want you to say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

  “Please mistress, please let me cum.”

  She laughs and then just like that she deepthroats me again, effortlessly, holding it, holding it, holding it, my cock constricting her breath, gagging her, and then she starts moving her head up and down, up and down her lips moving the full length of my shaft, from tip to base, over and over again, her hair flipping everywhere, covering half her face but her gaze never leaving mine, her eyes deadly serious, hard at work, pushing me to the edge and then over it and my sphincter tightens and I buck my hips and I say, “oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” over and over again and then my sphincter releases and so does my cock as I feel the cum shooting out, threatening to blow out the back of her throat and then she leans back just a little, changing the angle so the cum will flow better and takes my cock all the way into the back of her throat and holds is there as I cum and cum and cum some more, my body jerking and spasming in uncontrollable bursts and she takes it all, swallowing everything I have to offer seemingly without effort.

  I lean back and stare at the ceiling, exhausted with the effort. My breath is ragged and I’m sweating all over. I put my hands over my face and laugh a little bit to release the tension.

  She slides up next to me and drops her head onto my chest.

  “Have fun?” she says. Her demeanor is relaxed, playful. The role-playing is over.

  “I had a great time,” I say.

  “That’s good,” she says. “I aim to please.”

  “Well you certainly did that.” I reach over and open the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and pull out twenty $100 dollar bills and hand them to her.

  “Thanks, baby,” she says, “Next time you’re in the mood to get pushed around a little bit, make sure you ask for me.”

  “Will do.”

  She taps my leg a couple of times and stands up. “You mind if I finish the wine?” she says.

  “Not at all. Be my guest.”

  She nods in thanks, pours the last glass, throws it down, puts on her clothes, and walks out with nothing more than brief wave goodbye. No pretense, no small-talk, no awkwardness. Just the way I like it.

  #####

  NO MEN NECESSARY

  TAYLOR JORDAN

  Molly and Tammy have been roommates for almost two years now. At first, they were just that, roommates and nothing more. But as the months rolled on and neither one could find a man worth spending more than a couple of nights with (if even that) they started to wonder if men were even necessary.

  After all, they enjoyed each other’s company far more than they enjoyed hanging out with men. They understood each other, got along great, and both thought the other was sexy as hell.

  In fact, as the days wore on, and they started talking about their feelings towards one another (usually with some alcohol involved) they started to realize that the only thing men had that they needed were cocks. And those were easy enough to approximate.

  So they ventured down to the local sex shop and bought a dildo.

  And the rest was history.

  They quickly realized that men were not needed. Not at all.

  Now they spend pretty much every night getting freaky in every way possible. But tonight was going to be special. Molly was going to take things to a whole different level. She was going to take control and push Tammy’s boundaries to places they’ve never been before. And Tammy was going to love it.

  #

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Molly asks.

  They’re on the couch, having just dusted off a couple bottles of wine. They are wearing comfortable cotton robes and nothing else.

  “I’m positive,” Tammy says. “I want you to push the envelope.”

  “Then take off that robe and get down on the floor,” Molly says. “And let’s get this show on the road.”

  Smiling, Tammy does as she’s told, slipping the robe off, showing off her tight, tiny body, then dropping to the floor. She’s sitting on her knees, looking at Molly, smiling widely.

  “That’s a good girl,” Molly says. She too climbs off the couch and slips out of the robe. Then she walks towards Tammy until she’s standing above her. Looking down at her roommate, her pussy just a few inches from Tammy’s face, Molly grabs the back of Tammy’s head and pushes on it until Tammy’s face is pressing against her pussy.

  “Get that tongue in there,” Molly says, looking down as Tammy eats her out. “Don’t be shy. Tongue-fuck my snatch you dirty little slut.”

  Tammy obliges, slipping her tongue deep inside Molly’s pussy.

  “There you go,” Molly says, holding Tammy’s head in place, smashing her face against Molly’s flesh. “Just like that. Good girl.”

  Molly holds Tammy in place for a full ten seconds before letting go of her head. Tammy pulls back and tries to get some air into her lungs.

  As Tammy catches her breath, Molly turns around. She bends over and puts one hand on each of her asscheeks and spreads her ass wide then backs it up into Tammy’s face.

  Tammy starts in on Molly’s pussy, burying her face in it, forcing her tongue deep inside her. She’s still not quite caught her breath, but that turns Molly on even more, hearing Tammy struggling for air while eating her out.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Molly says. “That’s a good girl. Get that tongue in my pussy. As deep as you can.”

  Tammy obliges, forcing her face deeper between Molly’s legs. Molly helps her out, reaching back and again grabbing ahold of the back of Tammy’s head and holding her in place, buried deep inside her pussy.

  Tammy is making gasping, choked noises. They are muffled by Molly’s pussy but audible nonetheless. After a few seconds, Tammy tries to pull away to get better access to air.

  But Molly is having none of it. She holds tight to Tammy’s head, keeping it in place, smashed against her pussy.

  “Where are you going?” Molly says. “I didn’t say you could breathe yet.”

  Tammy’s feet are banging on the carpet and her body is shaking slightly. She obviously wants out of the situation but there’s not really all that much she can do.

  Besides, Molly knows Tammy is fine. If she’s able to fight this hard, she still has plenty of air in her lungs. Her body is just panicking but she’s in no real danger.

  “Just relax,” Molly says, still holding her in place. “You’re fine.”

  But Tammy isn’t listening. Or at least, her body isn’t. It’s still quivering around like a fish on dry land.

  “Five more seconds and I’ll let
you go,” Molly says. And she begins to countdown.

  Tammy relaxes a little bit now that the end is near.

  “Five,” Molly says. “Four. Three. Two. One.”

  Once she’s done counting, Molly releases Tammy’s head.

  Tammy detaches from Molly’s pussy and immediately starts gasping for breath. Her face is bright red and glistening in the light from Tammy’s juices. But despite all this, she’s got a wide smile on her face.

  “Very good,” Molly says. “I’m impressed.”

  “Thanks,” Tammy says.

  “I take it you liked it?”

  “Afterwards, yes,” Tammy says. “But during, I’m not going to lie. I was panicking a little bit.”

  “That’s just your body’s natural reaction to lack of quality air,” Molly says. “It starts to freak out. But in the end, that’s what makes the experience so enjoyable.”

  “It certainly was enjoyable,” Tammy says.

  “Just wait,” Molly says. “That was just the beginning. On your hands and knees with your ass up in the air.”

  Smiling, Tammy does as she’s told, her perfect little ass right in front of Molly’s face, her asshole open and beckoning.

  “That’s a good little slut,” Molly says. She gives Tammy a little smack on the ass then drops down to her hands and knees too, so her face is at the same level as Tammy’s ass.

  Ignoring her pussy, Molly goes straight for Tammy’s asshole, lapping at it like she’s a kitten drinking milk, getting it nice and wet.

  Tammy lets out a little yelp of surprise and pleasure. It’s obvious she isn’t expecting this turn of events.

  And Molly is just getting started. Now that Tammy’s asshole is warmed up, it’s time to get busy. Making her tongue rigid, Molly slides it into Tammy’s anus.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Tammy says, her voice a high-pitched moan. “Jesus Christ that feels fucking good.”

  After holding her tongue deep in Tammy’s asshole for a bit, Molly starts bouncing her head against Tammy’s ass, her still-rigid tongue moving in and out of Tammy’s asshole. She bangs Tammy’s asshole with her tongue for half a minute, then smashes her face against Tammy’s ass, hold her tongue deep inside Tammy for a few seconds before backing off.