Trashy Sluts - 4 Filthy Tales

by AE Publications

  TRASHY SLUTS

  4 FILTHY TALES

  Featuring stories from:

  Misty Rose

  Scotty Diggler

  Hunter Monroe

  Rickie Sheen

  Copyright 2016 by AE Publications

  AE PUBLICATIONS

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  DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, threesome, lesbian, anal sex, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  GETTING FREAKY WITH MY ROOMMATE BY MISTY ROSE

  POUNDING A HOT STRANGER BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

  TEACHING HIM TO TAKE CHARGE BY HUNTER MONROE

  DESTROYING THE SLUT BY RICKIE SHEEN

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  GETTING FREAKY WITH MY ROOMMATE

  MISTY ROSE

  My roommate Penny and I started screwing around with each other shortly after we moved in together, a little over a year ago.

  It had happened naturally; we were both young, attractive and in our sexual primes. We were both fed up with men and looking for something more. So we decided to give each other a shot. And we haven’t looked back since. We still hook up with men from time to time, and even end up in relationships with them occasionally. But we never stop fucking each other. It’s just too much fun.

  Two years ago if you would have told me that I’d not only be living with another girl but fucking her on a regular basis I would have laughed you out of the room.

  After all, at the time I was engaged to (who I thought was) a wonderful guy with a marriage date set in stone and plans for the future. I’d never even kissed a girl, let alone slept with one. And I never had even seriously thought about it.

  Even after my engagement fell through (when I caught my fiancée cheating on me) I still never thought about sleeping with another woman. I went on a six-month sexual binge, but all with men, fucking as many of them as I could in an attempt to wash the taste of my scumbag fiancée out of my mouth.

  But that was before I met Penny.

  I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her, about a year after my engagement ended. I was at a bar in the Gaslamp Quarter in downtown San Diego with some friends when she showed up as part of another group we were meeting up with.

  She caught my eye immediately, mostly because she was my physical opposite. Her hair was long and blonde hair while mine was short and brown. She had huge, natural, low-hanging breasts and I had small, perky, high ones. Her soft, slightly pudgy, face was completely different than my sharply lined features. She was short and stacked, with an amazingly curvy natural figure while I was tall and lanky with a body toned daily in the gym.

  And the differences didn’t stop there. Pretty much everything about us was different.

  Her pale skin to my dark tan. Her blue eyes to my brown. Her round, fleshy ass to my narrow, firm one. And it wasn’t only our looks that were in contrast.

  Penny was cute and bubbly while I was hard-edged and intense. She was talky while I was reserved. She was nice and I was mean. She was everybody’s best friend while I scared everyone away.

  I figured we would butt heads like a couple of divas, but as it turned out, we got along incredibly well. People always say opposites attract but I never bought into it.

  Until I met Penny.

  At some point during that first night we ended up at the same table, both of us drunk off our asses and talking at length about our personal lives. I don’t remember many specifics of the conversation but I do remember that it was mostly about men, how pathetic and sad they were, how they didn’t know what they were doing in bed, how the only thing they cared about was pleasing themselves, that kind of stuff.

  Nothing happened that night but the foundation had been laid. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I knew right then that Penny and I were going to end up fucking on a regular basis, in fact, it was the furthest thing from my mind. I’d never been with another woman at that point, and I never really expected to. And Penny felt the same way.

  Hell, we didn’t even know if we’d ever see each other again after that night.

  But, as circumstances would have it, we did see each other again, the next weekend in fact, out at a different bar but with the same group of friends. And the weekend after that. And the one after that.

  Eventually we ended up talking more regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until one day we realized we were best friends.

  Shortly after that, it just so happened that we were both looking for a place to live and it was natural that we ended up living together. We were like peas in a pod, twins separated at birth, she was the yin to my yang. Despite our outward differences inwardly we were almost the same person; neither of us cared about stupid, petty shit. And we both liked men.

  Even the first time we hooked up it was nothing planned. We were both having men problems at the same time so we decided to have a girls-night out, just the two of us. We ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine, rented a few chick flicks and locked ourselves in our apartment.

  We were drunk as skunks and had just finished the second movie when the fun started.

  We’d been ripping on men the whole night, each telling stories about how small this guy’s dick was, or this guy couldn’t get it up, or how this guy was a three-pump chump when Penny casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”

  “That’s a damn good question,” I replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Penny said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is well and truly toasted. “If they didn’t have those they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”

  “Hell, even cocks can’t save most of them,” I said.

  “You can say that again sister,” Penny said.

  So I did. We both laughed.

  “But seriously,” Penny said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if women had cocks. Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace them completely.”

  “Who says we can’t anyway?” I replied, only half-joking. I’m not going to lie, at this point I was so drunk and so horny that I starting to get on board with this whole idea of leaving men out of the loop. And with such a pretty little thing sitting on the couch next to me, how could you blame me?

  “What a minute, what are you saying?” Penny asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but I knew her too well to believe that schtick. She knew exactly what I was talking about.

  “Cocks are the easiest thing in the world to replace,” I said. “I’ve got three of them in my room right now, all different sizes. And don’t tell me you don’t have at least a couple yourself. I’ve heard you making noises in your room when I know you’re alone.”

  “What kind of noises are you talking about?” Penny said, pretending to be offended.

  “Don’t give me that shit,” I said. “You know what I’m talking about.”

  “Are you saying that you listen to me when I’m playing with myself?”

  “Not listening, per se, but I can’t help b
ut hear you. Not with all that moaning and groaning you do when you’re in there alone.”

  “Does all that moaning and groaning turn you on?” Penny said. She was still smiling but her tone a bit more serious now.

  “Of course it does,” I replied. “How could it not?”

  She looked at me. I looked at her. And just like that, it happened. We both leaned forward at the same time and kissed.

  Penny took the lead, hopping up on top of me and straddling me while we made out.

  It was amazing, kissing another girl, not only because it was taboo but because she was a great kisser, much better than any guy I’d ever been with. Her lips were soft and supple, her tongue active but not crazy. She knew just how much pressure to use, not too much but not too little. I could only imagine how good she’d be with her tongue in other areas. Hopefully I’d find out pretty soon. But first there was some other business to take care of.

  I put my hands on her stomach and moved them up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.

  She leaned back and slipped off her shirt, revealing her boobs in all their glory. Fat and juicy and hanging low with huge aureoles. They were amazing.

  “You like my tits?” she said, bouncing up and down slightly, making them jiggle and shake.

  “I fucking love them,” I said.

  Penny smiled and pressed them together with her arms. “Yeah, they are pretty nice, aren’t they?”

  “They’re more than nice,” I said. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”

  “Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” she said. “Deep down, despite your hard exterior, you’re just a little softy, aren’t you?”

  “Sshhh,” I said, bringing my finger to my mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”

  “Don’t worry Kendra,” Penny said. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Provided you do something for me, of course.”

  “Anything you want,” I said.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” Penny said. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits into my face. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

  So I started to play with one of them, fondling and licking it, slowly moving my tongue over her nipple a few times before clamping on it and sucking it until it got hard.

  I glanced up to see Penny’s head thrown back, her face towards the ceiling and her eyes closed. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from her throat.

  I figured I was doing something right so I switched over the her other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

  While I worked on her other breast Penny ran her hand down my stomach and slipped her hand under my pajama bottoms and started rubbing her fingers over my panties. I was already turned on but this took things to another level.

  I started working her nipple more aggressively in response to my growing excitement and she replied by rubbing my pussy with more intensity. We continued like this for a little while, each one upping the ante and the other responding, until we’d both taken things pretty much as far as they could go.

  My panties were completely soaked through by now, making it feel like her fingers were rubbing my pussy directly, but I needed something more. I couldn’t take the teasing anymore. I needed something inside me. So I climbed out from under Penny and quickly slipped out of my pajamas and panties. Falling back onto the couch I spread my legs and started playing with myself, my eyes locked directly on hers as my fingers slipped in and out of my pussy.

  Penny slipped out of her bottoms shortly after I did, watching me the entire time.

  I was expecting her to start playing with herself too but what I got was even better. She dropped down to the floor, crawled over until she was between my legs, and started licking my pussy.

  I let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted my fingers so they were rubbing my clit while Penny ate me out, her tongue working expertly in and around my pussy, hitting all the right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.

  And then I let out an even louder moan as she got her fingers involved, touching and rubbing and sliding in and out of my pussy while she continued working it with her tongue.

  I’m not sure how long we went at it like that but soon enough I was cumming like I’d never cum before, my body shaking and shimmying as a scream escaped my throat as the orgasm wracked my body.

  “Holy fuck,” I said once I’d recovered.

  “A good one, huh?” Penny said, smiling, my juices covering her face, making it gleam under the light.

  “Only the best one ever,” I said.

  “No lie?”

  “I swear.”

  Penny put on her pouty face. “I want a turn.”

  “Be my guest,” I said, relinquishing my spot on the couch.

  Clapping her hands, she bounced up onto the couch, spread her legs wide and beckoned me over. Smiling, I obliged, dropping my face onto her pussy and going to town while she played with her clit.

  A short time later I brought her to orgasm, her legs clamping down on my head while her body spasmed, her juices squirting out of her pussy and drenching my smiling face.

  “Holy shit you were right,” she said, panting to catch her breath. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”

  “I told you,” I said.

  “And to think, all these years we’ve been screwing around with boys . . .”

  “Yeah, what a shame, huh?”

  “Indeed,” she replied.

  I stood up and fell onto the couch next to her. I dropped my head onto her shoulder then turned my face up towards hers.

  “It’s pretty sad to think about all the time we wasted on those boys,” I said.

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Penny replied. “Who knew that we didn’t actually need them at all?”

  “Maybe those that did know kept it to themselves,” I said. “They didn’t want the secret getting out.”

  “Yeah,” Penny said. “They didn’t want any competition.”

  “That’s what I’m thinking.”

  We fell silent for a moment. Then Penny starting laughing under her breath.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I just think it’s hilarious,” she said.

  “What is?”

  “The fact that we really don’t need them at all,” Penny said. “They really are only good for their cocks, and like you pointed out earlier, those are easily replaceable.”

  “They certainly are,” I said.

  But Penny wasn’t done. “I mean, think about it: They don’t know how to kiss. They don’t know where to touch you. And they sure as hell don’t know how to eat pussy. They simply don’t know how to please a woman.”

  “Where women, on the other hand, know exactly how and where to touch each other, because we touch ourselves all the time,” I said, picking up where she’d left off.

  “Exactly!”

  “Plus they only think about themselves,” I added. “As far as they’re concerned, once they’ve cum that’s it. They’re done. It doesn’t make any difference if you’ve gotten off or not.”

  “Which brings us to perhaps the best thing about being with another woman,” Penny said, looking at me intently.

  I knew exactly where she was going. I was thinking the same thing myself. It was something that came up every time we talked about boys.

  “Women don’t have to stop after one orgasm!” we said at exactly the same time.

  “We can go all night long without a break,” I added.

  “We can indeed.”

  I stood up and held out my hand. “Shall we continue, my dear?” I said in a faux-elegant voice.

  “We shall,” Penny replied in kind as she took my hand.

  I helped her up. “Your room or mine?” I said, leading her towards the hallway.

  “Does it matter?” she replied.

  “Not at all,” I said, turning towards her. I pulled her close and started kissing
her right there in the middle of the living room. “It doesn’t matter in the least.”

  And it didn’t. By the end of the night we’d done it in both our rooms. And by the time the weekend was up, the whole house had been desecrated. And we were just getting started.

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  POUNDING A HOT STRANGER

  SCOTTY DIGGLER

  To be perfectly honest, I’m still not exactly sure how I ended up in the living room of a gorgeous woman with my cock pushing hard against my pants and my excitement level threatening to go through the roof.

  Not long before, I’d been drinking with some friends at a bar when Mason had approached us, injecting herself into our conversation as though we were all longtime friends, even though none of us had ever seen her before.

  She was tall and lanky, with huge tits and an incredible face. She was dressed in a gray tank top that left her midriff exposed and barely covered her black bra, plus jean shorts that showed off her long and lean but powerful-looking legs. Even though we were inside the bar, she was wearing sunglasses, which (obviously) hid her eyes, but for some reason it just made her seem like she was far too cool for such a shithole of a bar, which was probably true.

  Four beers and thirty minutes later, pretty much with no real warning at all, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the building.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as we quickly made our way down the sidewalk.

  “To my place,” Mason said. “It’s just two blocks away.”

  I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her or ask for any more clarification; there was no reason to take a chance on fucking up a good thing. So I just kept my mouth shut and let her lead the way.

  No more than ten minutes after leaving the bar, I was sitting on Mason’s couch, waiting for her to, as she had put it, “slip into something more comfortable.”

  Shortly after, she came walking down the stairs wearing a lacy pink top that showed off her incredibly massive tits, a matching g-string, fishnet leggings and four-inch fuck-me pumps. She had put on some more makeup, including lots of black eyeliner, and the new look had transformed her into a total and complete slut; which was exactly how I liked my women.