Trashy Sluts - 4 Filthy Tales

by AE Publications

  And with that, Danielle dropped her body onto Matthew’s, her pussy engulfing his cock as it slipped inside her.

  “Ho-ly fuck,” Matthew said, drawing the words out between deep breaths.

  “It feels that good, huh?” Danielle said, smiling like a shark.

  Matthew just nodded because he couldn’t talk.

  It was good, very good. But it was strange too. Different than anything he’d experienced before. Because it was so soon after he’d just finished, his cock was extremely sensitive, far more so than normal. So even though it was still hard it was also very tender.

  So far, Danielle was taking it slow and gentle, but even so, he was right on the edge between pleasure and pain. Every little movement made him wince just a bit, and when she bottomed out, her pussy pressing up against his balls, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out.

  Danielle saw his predicament and took it easy on Matthew, staying on top of him with his cock all the way inside of her, not moving at all except to lean forward and stick her tongue in his mouth.

  Grateful for the temporary reprieve, Matthew explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue, the pure bliss of making out with Danielle taking his mind off the precarious position his cock was in.

  Once he had himself back under control, he slid his hands under Danielle’s ass, spread her cheeks, and lifted up slightly, signaling to her that it was okay to start riding him again.

  She took his cue and ran with it, bouncing up and down on his cock; slowly at first but quickly picking up speed until she was riding him like a cowgirl, forcing his hands out from under her ass because she was hammering him so aggressively.

  Matthew’s cock was as hard as ever, having not lost once iota of stiffness since they’d started. It was still more sensitive than usual, but not painfully so. His cock felt like it was on the verge of cumming, when the rest of his body was telling him he was still pretty far away from orgasm. It was strange, and different and wonderful. Yet another new experience brought to him by this gorgeous woman sitting atop him.

  His hands were getting lonely, so he slid them up her belly and slipped them under her tits, holding them in the palms of his hands. She leaned back, showing him the hollow of her neck and accentuating her tits by pushing them out even further.

  With his hands still groping her tits, Matthew straightened his arms, forcing her back even more, changing the angle of his cock just a bit. He got his hips into the act, bouncing them up as she bottomed out on his cock, giving his cock deeper access to the inside of her.

  The low sounds of their grunts and hard breathing combined with the slapping of their bodies together and the sloshing of their juices to create a cacophony of sound that was music to Matthew’s ears. A symphony of sex.

  Danielle grabbed his wrists and pulled them off her tits then leaned forward once again, even farther this time, pinning his wrists to the chair next to his head. Holding them in place, staring right down at him with an intense look, her body positioned so it seemed like she was hovering over him, Danielle slammed her body down on his, riding Matthew’s cock from tip to base, picking up speed with every pass.

  Danielle was moving so aggressively against Matthew now that she could no longer maintain her balance, so she released his wrists and transferred her hands to his chest, pressing down on him with her palms, giving herself more leverage as she pummeled him, impaling herself on his cock.

  She was hammering away at him, her body slamming down upon his, every thrust forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside her. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, covering up half her face, eyes boring down on him, her head tilted slightly to the side, her features screwed up in a mask of concentration.

  From the look on Danielle’s face it was obvious she wanted something from him and she wasn’t going to slow down until she had it.

  Luckily for Matthew she wasn’t far away; he didn’t know how much more he could take of her hammering away at him like this.

  A couple of deep, guttural growls and then Danielle had one of her hands around his throat, lightly choking him as she rose towards orgasm.

  Once Matthew got over the shock of Danielle taking control over him like that, her hand around his throat had a surprising effect. He’d never had a woman take things to such a level, had never even considered the possibility of it, actually, but he quickly realized that he liked it. A lot.

  He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that got him so excited—Danielle taking charge, the slightly painful sensation, the sheer filthiness of it, the taboos it broke, or something else entirely—but it instantly took him right to the edge of orgasm. Where just seconds earlier he felt as though he could last for hours before cumming, now he was holding on for dear life, once again trying to extract just a few more seconds of pleasure before it all came crashing down.

  Danielle, being the attentive, experienced woman that she was, instantly recognized the effect of her hand around his throat, so she squeezed a little harder, her trademarked evil little smile making it’s way onto her face while she continued slamming down on him.

  The increased pressure led to increased excitement for Matthew and he knew he was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Danielle’s face, she was too. So Matthew did everything he could to get her there at the same time he did.

  He put all his energy into lifting his hips upwards into her, trying to match her intensity with his own, giving it absolutely everything he could with every thrust. And it seemed to work, as Danielle bit down on her bottom lip and let out a deep, guttural groan at the same time Matthew’s seed came shooting up out of his cock and deep into Danielle’s pussy.

  She bounced on top of him one last time, then stayed down, wrapping her arms around the back of his head and pulling him in towards her and holding him tightly against her while she grinded her hips against his groin in a back-and-forth motion a couple more times before finally shuddering one last time and then falling still.

  Danielle pulled his head back and rested her forehead on his.

  “Wow,” she said. “Color me impressed.”

  Smiling, Matthew said, “Not too bad, huh?”

  “Not bad at all,” she said. “You’re much further along that I expected you to be. Are you sure you’re not some closet gigolo or something?”

  “Not that I know of.”

  “Then you must just be a natural. I’d heard my girlfriends whisper about them but have never come across one before. I always thought they were just a myth.”

  Danielle climbed off him and lied down, her back on the carpet. She patted the spot next to her and Matthew climbed off the chair and lied down by her side.

  “Well,” she said. “How are you liking things so far?”

  “I’m loving them,” Matthew said. “And you. There’s only thing that’s bothering me a little.”

  “What’s that?”

  Matthew paused for a moment then, said, “I know I probably shouldn’t be asking this question, but I just can’t let it go. It’s been on my mind since I left your house yesterday.”

  “You’re wondering why I’m doing this, right?”

  Matthew nodded.

  Danielle smiled. “Come with me to the shower and I’ll tell you a little story on the way.”

  “Sounds good,” Matthew said. He stood up and offered his hand to Danielle. She took it and he helped her up. Walking side-by-side, they made their way towards the bathroom on the other side of the room.

  “I want to tell you about a young woman about your age who absolutely loved sex,” Danielle said. “She loved the feel of it, the excitement, the sheer pleasure of penetration. For a couple of years she had taken care of all her needs herself; she had been raised to think that sex was a shameful thing, and was afraid to venture out into the real world and find a man to pleasure her. But eventually her needs trumped her fears and she began to seek out men. Her first few experiences were with young men about her own age. But she so
on found out that they were way too anxious, way too quick, and most of all way too selfish to please her the way she needed to be pleased. So eventually she moved on a few years, to slightly older men—still young; mid-20’s, most of them—but she realized they had the same problems as the younger ones. Not as pronounced, most of the time—except for the selfish part, of course—but pretty much the same issues cropped up.”

  Here Danielle paused. They had reached the bathroom. She pulled open the door to the double-headed shower and turned the water on to get it heated up. Then she closed the door and turned back towards Matthew and resumed talking.

  “So she continued moving on, trying out all sorts of different men, different ages, different nationalities, from all different walks of life, but came away from the experience vastly disappointed. Sure, there were the occasional men that knew what they were doing, but for the most part she realized that men, as a whole, were really shitty in the sack. So one day she came to a decision. Whenever she came across a young man with potential she would take it upon herself to make sure he realized that potential. She would teach him everything she knew, starting from the ground up, molding him into a man that could satisfy a woman’s every need, so that hopefully there would be fewer young girls like herself who came away disappointed in the quality of men.”

  “So you’re a humanitarian,” Matthew said.

  “That’s right,” Danielle said, grabbing a couple of towels from the linen closet. “I’m just trying to make the world a better place. One young man at a time.”

  “Are you ever tempted to keep one of these men for yourself after your job’s done?”

  “Tempted? Yes,” she said. “But I’ve never done it.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because that would be selfish of me,” she said as she set the towels on the counter near the shower. “My purpose is to teach young men how to excel in bed and then set them free to put their newfound knowledge to use. Spread the joy, so to speak. To keep them for myself would be to deny other women the pleasure of being with them. Besides, I love the teaching part. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy tasting the fruits of my labor once my job is finished, but the part I love the most is taking the raw material and molding it in something wondrous.”

  “So that’s where this is going to end up? With me being a stud in the sack?”

  “Oh, you’ll be much more than just a stud,” Danielle said. “You’ll be a god. Capable of pleasing a woman in ways she didn’t even know were possible.”

  Danielle opened the shower door and climbed in. Matthew followed. She made her way to one of the shower heads. He took the other. The water was piping hot. It felt great on his skin.

  “You really think you can pull it off with me?” Matthew said, turning towards Danielle, letting the water cascade over his back.

  “I haven’t failed yet,” Danielle said, smiling over her shoulder at him. “And to be perfectly honest, you’re pretty far along already. I have a feeling you’re going to be one of my easier students.”

  “Really?” Matthew said. “There are people worse than I am when you get ahold of them?”

  “Much worse,” Danielle said. She had turned towards him and was soaping herself up, paying extra attention to her pussy, getting it nice and clean. “You’ve got most of the basic skills down already. You lack refinement, sure, but that can be taught pretty easily. It just take practice. And you have the most important things. A great body. A nice cock. But more importantly you have the right attitude. You’re respectful, considerate, and overall a nice guy, which is essential.”

  She tossed the soap over to him. He caught it and started rubbing the bar over his body. He was reluctant to wash her smell off him but figured it was only temporary.

  “Plus you seem like you genuinely want to learn,” Danielle continued while rinsing the soap of her body. “With most of the kids these days, you’re lucky if you find someone that has one of those attributes. But you have all three. Which means you’re way ahead of the game already.”

  Matthew was smiling; he couldn’t help it. His home life had been pretty rough and compliments were hard to come by. Being praised by such a gorgeous, accomplished, incredible woman made him feel pretty damn good inside. The outside was feeling pretty good too as he watched her rinse the soap off her skin.

  “Don’t get too proud of yourself,” Danielle said. “You still have quite a bit of work to do.”

  “Like what?”

  “Well, for starters you need to become more confident in bed. More forceful. Stop feeling your way around so much, waiting to see how I’m going to react before doing something. Just do what you want. For the most part, women like a man who knows what he wants and then takes it. Hesitant men are boring.”

  “So more confidence and less hesitation,” Matthew said. He set the soap down and started rinsing it off his body. “I think I handle that. What else is there?”

  “We definitely need to work on your stamina,” Danielle said. “What happened earlier was a perfect example; don’t get me wrong, it’s admirable that eating my pussy got you almost excited enough to cum while you were doing it, but it also cut short was came afterwards.”

  “Yeah, that was pretty pathetic.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” she said, turning off the water and leaving the shower. “In a weird way it’s actually pretty impressive. But I definitely need to teach you how to control yourself better.”

  Matthew turned off his water and followed Danielle out of the shower. She tossed him a towel. They both started to dry themselves off.

  “And how exactly do you do that?” he asked.

  “Oh, there’s a few different ways. We’ll try some of them out at a later date. One of these days we’ll spend the whole afternoon on it. I’ll set up a little gauntlet that tests your self-control.”

  “Sounds like fun.”

  “It will be,” she said.

  “What else do I need to work on?” Matthew asked.

  “Well, eventually we need to get you to be a whole lot more adventurous, but that comes in steps. One thing at a time, then build upon it, taking things a little further, then a little further. That’ll come in time, though. You can’t rush that part.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Just overall refinement, more than anything. But again, that comes with repetition. Just like anything else, the best way to get better in bed is by practice, practice, and more practice.”

  “I think I can handle that.”

  “So you say now,” Danielle said as she hung her towel on the rack to dry. “But we’ll see, my young friend. We’ll see.”

  Matthew tossed his towel onto the counter defiantly. A little smirk played on his face. “You don’t believe me?”

  “I believe you think you can handle it,” she said, matching his grin with one of her own. Challenging him. Daring him. Taunting him. “But when push comes to shove, and you’re trying to get it up again after cumming four times already that day, we’ll see if you really can handle it.”

  “Four times? That’s it?”

  Smiling wider now, Danielle said, “Big talk from a man who’s only come twice so far.”

  “The key phrase being so far,” Matthew said.

  “What are you saying? That you’re ready to go again?”

  “Hell yes.”

  “Fine by me,” Danielle said. “But this time, I want you to take more control. Be more forceful.”

  “I’ll try.”

  “That’s not good enough. You need to just step up and do it.”

  “I don’t know if I can.”

  “Why not?”

  He shrugged.

  “Come on,” Danielle said. “Don’t be afraid to talk about it. The only way to make progress is to have open communication about what the issues are. Otherwise they stay hidden and don’t get addressed. And that’s how things fester.”

  “It’s just . . .” Matthew trailed off, not sure how to put it into words without sounding crue
l.

  “Spit it out,” Danielle said. “Don’t be shy.”

  “Fine. But you have to promise not to take this the wrong way.”

  She held her hand up, palm out. “I swear.”

  Matthew took a deep breath, let it out slowly. He didn’t know how to say what was on his mind so he took Danielle’s advice and just spit it out. “I’m kind of intimidated.”

  “By me specifically? Or women in general.”

  “Not all women. But women like you.”

  “Like me in what way?”

  “Older than me. Bold. Gorgeous. You know, women like you, what few of them there are.”

  Danielle smiled. “Well, first of all, thank you for the compliments. Second: Of course you’re intimidated; in case you hadn’t figured it out yet, that’s just the way I am. Bold and brash and beautiful. Which men aren’t used to.”

  “I know, and I get that,” Matthew said. “And I’m grateful for the way you are, because if you were just a typical woman I wouldn’t be here right now. Your boldness is the reason I’ve had so much fun over the last couple of days. But that doesn’t change the fact that it makes you intimidating too. And it’s hard to take control over someone who intimidates you.”

  “Fair enough,” Danielle said. “So if, for example, I was a quiet, petite, little 18-year old blonde who fawned at your feet you’d have no problem taking control over me?”

  Matthew laughed and shook his head.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Nothing. I’m just trying to imagine you as a petite blonde, that’s all.”

  “How’s it working for you?”

  “Not so well. I like you as you are.”

  “But if I was a little blonde about your age . . .”

  “Then I wouldn’t foresee any issues,” Matthew said.

  “That’s good to know,” she said.

  Matthew tilted his head slightly. He recognized the look on Danielle’s face. Something was working behind those beautiful eyes of hers. “Why?”

  “No reason,” she said. “Just curious.”