Trashy Sluts - 4 Filthy Tales

by AE Publications

  He didn’t buy it but didn’t press her on it either.

  “What about if we had a few drinks?” Danielle asked. “Would that help make me less intimidating?”

  “If I was drunk enough I’d probably be able to get over my fear,” he said. “But that’s kind of a cop-out, isn’t it?”

  “A little bit,” she said. “But not really. It’s a start, a little step. Something to build on. So what do you say?”

  “You want to try it right now?”

  “Sure,” Danielle said. “Why not? I’ve got a fully stocked bar just over there. Let’s start drinking and see what happens.”

  Matthew pretended to think about it for a moment, when in reality the decision had already been made in his head. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s give it a shot.”

  “Great. Then follow me.” Danielle grabbed his hand and led him over to the bar next to the TV.

  Once there, she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of shot glasses. “They key is to get drunk enough to erase your inhibitions but not too drunk that you don’t remember what happened the next day,” she said as she filled the little glasses with the amber liquid. “Otherwise it defeats the purpose.”

  “Then why are we drinking Jack? Shouldn’t we start off with something a little more mellow?”

  “It’s just a couple shots to get us jump-started,” she said, handing him one of the glasses. “Bottoms up.”

  Danielle shot the Jack back with a little flick of her head. Matthew did the same, grimacing slightly as it went down. They both set the glasses down on the counter.

  Smiling, Danielle filled them up again. “One more and then we’ll slow things down,” she said.

  Matthew took a deep breath and nodded. This time, he shot the Jack first and Danielle followed. The second one went down a little easier. He set the glass down and so did Danielle.

  “Do you like your wine red or white?” she asked.

  “Red, I guess. I don’t drink it very often.”

  “Then cab it is,” Danielle said, pulling a bottle of the rack. “This is Silver Oak. Pretty good stuff. It should go down pretty easy.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Danielle pulled a couple of wine glasses and an opener from behind the bar and got to work on the bottle. Matthew could already feel the Jack starting to work it’s way into his system, loosening him up just a hair. It felt good.

  Danielle poured the wine and handed him a glass and the rest of the bottle and they made their way back over to the couch and sat. She grabbed a remote and turned the TV on, found a sitcom in syndication. They both relaxed and drank their wine and watched the show, their occasional laughter punctuated by sips from their respective glasses.

  An hour later they had just finished their second bottle of wine. Matthew was feeling good and drunk; not quite wasted, but pretty close. With Danielle it was hard to tell. She’d drank just as much as he had, but despite her being little more than half his size she didn’t seem like the alcohol was affecting her as much.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked.

  “Pretty fucking good,” Matthew replied, a goofy smile on his face. “How about you?”

  “Not bad,” Danielle said, smiling back at him. “Not bad at all.”

  “So what do you say, should we get this train a rollin’ again?”

  “Come make your move whenever you’re ready.”

  Matthew set his empty glass on the coffee table and stood up. He wobbled for a moment before catching his balance.

  “You okay there?” Danielle asked.

  “I’m fine,” he lied. “Just fine and dandy.”

  He walked over towards Danielle and stood over her, waiting, looking at her and then down at his cock. It wasn’t quite hard, not yet, but it was getting there.

  “What do you want?” Danielle said, feigning ignorance.

  Smiling, he said, “You know what I want.”

  “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

  Still a little embarrassed even with the alcohol in his system, Matthew said, “I want you to suck my cock.”

  “Like you mean it,” Danielle said, her face completely serious.

  “I want you to suck my cock,” he said, more forcefully this time. But it was fake bravado; even though he was quite drunk he still couldn’t completely let go. There was just something inside him that fought too hard against being forceful with a woman, especially once as elegant and attractive as Danielle.

  “I still don’t believe you,” she said.

  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to steel his nerves a little. When he opened them, his smile was gone. It was time to get down to business and stop fucking around. “Get over here and suck my fucking cock.”

  “There you go,” Danielle said, flashing him a filthy smile. “That’s the Matthew I’ve been looking for. Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

  “Stop talking and get on your knees,” Matthew said, getting into it now. After all, it was what Danielle wanted. She’d been pushing him in this direction all day long.

  “Yes, sir,” Danielle said and did as she was told. On her knees before him, her head at the same level as his cock (which had grown considerably harder during the proceedings) she looked up at him. With eyes as wide as a puppy-dog’s, she said, “Now what?”

  “Take my cock in your hand.”

  She did.

  “Now open your mouth,” he said.

  She did.

  “Now stick my cock in your mouth.”

  Smiling wickedly, she did that too.

  Matthew didn’t have to tell her what to do next. Danielle took care of it herself, going to work on his cock, sucking and licking it and jerking him off and fondling his balls while looking up at him the whole time.

  “You like that?” she asked, pulling his cock from her mouth and slapping it against the side of her cheek. “You like how I suck your cock?”

  “I love it,” he said.

  “What else do you want me to do with it?” Danielle asked, sucking on the tip for a moment before popping it back out of her mouth. “Do you want me to deepthroat it?”

  Matthew nodded, his alcohol-enhanced forwardness having disappeared as soon as she raised the stakes.

  “That’s not good enough,” she said, her hand still working his cock while she looked up at him.

  “Deepthroat my cock,” Matthew said.

  Danielle tilted her head slightly but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Her eyes told Matthew everything he needed to know.

  “Take my fucking cock all the way down your throat,” he said, adding a little attitude into it this time.

  Danielle flashed him a pleased look then she took his cock in her mouth and started to go down on it, pushing it further and further into her mouth until it completely disappeared.

  “Holy fuck,” Matthew said, looking down at Danielle as she deepthroated him. Her nose was almost touching his stomach and her eyes were open and turned up towards him.

  She held his cock in her throat for a good five seconds before slowly pulling off, revealing the length of his cock inch by inch. She took a deep breath and smiled up at him. Her eyes shone with excitement.

  “Wow,” he said, laughing softly.

  “I take it you liked that?” Danielle said while she jerked him off, her hand flying over his cock thanks to the copious amounts of saliva she’d generated while deepthroating him.

  “You could say that.”

  “Do you want me to do it again?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  “Fine by me,” she said. “But first you need to do something for me.”

  “Anything,” Matthew said. “Just name it.”

  “I want you to fuck my face. Do you think you can handle that?”

  Smiling wickedly, Matthew nodded.

  “Do a good enough job and I’ll deepthroat you again.”

  “Sounds like a win-win,” Matthew said as he grabbed the back of Danielle’s head and guided his c
ock into her open mouth.

  Holding her head in place with his hands, he proceeded to fuck her face, pumping his hips forward at a rhythmic pace, giving her just about half of his cock with every thrust. He was holding back a little, the emotional side of him still unable to fully commit, even though the rational side of him knew that this was exactly was Danielle wanted.

  And she let him know that, pushing him back just enough to say, “You’re gonna have to do better than that,” in a sing-song, taunting voice.

  Even though Matthew knew she was just trying to get under his skin that didn’t make him immune to it. A little flare of anger rose up through his body and he clung to it, using it to give her what she was asking for.

  “Better, huh?” he said, sliding one hand up towards the top of her head and grasping her hair in a firm grip. “Like this?” he asked, and when she opened her mouth to answer he slammed his cock into it.

  The move caught Danielle off guard, forcing her to gag, but it didn’t seem to upset her. In fact, she was smiling as best she could with his cock in her mouth and her eyes were dancing. She was enjoying this, perhaps more than anything else they’d done so far that day.

  “Is this what you want?” Matthew said as he pumped her throat, leaning forward just a bit to get his cock deeper inside her mouth. “Is this good enough for you?”

  Danielle couldn’t answer. At least not in words. But the gagging and coughing and slurping sounds coming from her mouth told Matthew what he wanted to hear.

  “That’s right,” he said as he continued hammering his cock in and out of her mouth, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base. He was feeding off the situation, finally fully comfortable with what was going on. Danielle was just another girl, nothing special, nobody to be scared of. “Take my cock, you fucking slut. Take it all the way down—”

  He slammed his cock into her mouth, all the way down her throat, and this time he held it there. He could feel her throat constricting, cutting off the circulation to his cock.

  “—your dirty—”

  He put pressure on the back of her head, pushing her further towards him, pressing her nose into his stomach.

  “—little—”

  He continued pushing on her head even as she started to gag, not letting her move, keeping her from breathing.

  “—throat.”

  He held Danielle there for another couple of seconds before finally letting her go. Her head flew back and she gasped for breath, coughing and gagging. Tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes and lines of mascara were running down her cheeks but she was all smiles.

  “Not bad,” she said once she’d caught her breath. “Not bad at all.”

  But Matthew wasn’t in the mood for any more of her compliments. Now that his blood was up and his inhibitions had been melted away by the alcohol, he wanted to keep things moving along. He wanted to give Danielle what she craved, what she’d been begging for. And the only way to do that was to keep the momentum going.

  “I’m only getting started,” Matthew said. He grabbed Danielle by the shoulders and spun her around and pushed her onto the couch. “Up on your knees,” he said, lifting her hips up so he could fuck her while standing. “There you go. Right there.”

  She was kneeling, doggy-style, her hands grabbing onto the back of the couch, her legs forming a perfect L, her ass sticking up in the air, hovering directly in front of his rock-hard cock.

  Danielle turned her upper body so she was looking back at him. She was smirking proudly, obviously satisfied with how she’d manipulated the situation. Matthew decided he’d wipe that smile off her pretty little face.

  Stepping up to her, Matthew inserted his cock into the magical triangle right beneath Danielle’s perky little asshole. It went in without any resistance, as though her pussy was filled with warm oil. She gasped softly.

  He bit down on his lip and took a deep breath to stifle the sensation. Then he started to fuck her from behind, his cock slamming into her right from the get-go. He was too far wound up to take things slow. Her little charade of getting him to take control had him excited beyond belief. Even as drunk as he was, Matthew knew that he didn’t have very long before he spilled his seed. Danielle just felt too damn good. Especially from behind.

  Matthew pummeled away at Danielle, her tight ass slamming up against his hips, his balls slapping the underside of her pussy with every thrust. Her back was arched, making her shoulders blades and spine visible beneath her tanned skin, which for some reason turned him on like there was no tomorrow.

  Danielle turned her head back towards Matthew, watching him as he fucked her. Matthew caught her eye and they considered each other for a moment, each with filthy little grins on their faces.

  “You like that, don’t you,” Danielle said. “Fucking me from behind, pounding my tight little pussy with the huge cock of yours while you’re staring down at my ass.”

  Matthew didn’t reply, instead choosing to answer her by grabbing her hips and slamming his cock into her even more aggressively.

  “There you go,” Danielle said, her breath growing more shallow by the moment. “Just like that. Fuck me like you mean it. Like I deserve to be fucked.”

  All Danielle’s talking just fired up Matthew even more. He pressed down on the small of her back, and leaned forward a little bit, changing the angle of penetration, giving him more leverage and ultimately more depth. Holding Danielle in position, he hammered away at her.

  Her breathing started to take on a rhythmic quality, coming in time with his thrusts and punctuated by wordless yelps of pleasure. Danielle was normally a talker instead of a grunter, so the shift towards more animalistic sounds made Matthew feel like he was doing something right. This gave him more confidence, which sent him looking for some other way to escalate the situation.

  Danielle had shifted so that she was once again facing forward, her face no longer turned to look back towards Matthew. This had caused her hair to spill down her back. It was right in front of Matthew, taunting him, teasing him, just begging to get pulled. So he obliged, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a quick tug.

  Danielle yelped in surprise and delight as her head snapped back.

  Getting more comfortable with the situation by the second, Matthew took the initiative, talking to Danielle instead of waiting for her to speak up.

  “Oh, you like that, do you?” he said, his voice mimicking Danielle’s tone from earlier. “You like it when I pull your hair?”

  She nodded.

  “What?” he said, mocking her. “I can’t hear you.”

  “I fucking love it,” she said, her voice a guttural growl.

  Matthew gave her hair another yank and held it there, forcing Danielle’s back to arch even further, showing off her spine and shoulder blades even more. A shiver of excitement coursed through his body. He didn’t know why the sight of her back straining turned him on so much but there was no denying that it did.

  “Harder,” she said. “Pull it harder. Bend me fucking backwards.”

  Matthew did as he was told, pulling hard enough to lift Danielle’s upper body up and back towards him. She halted her progress by grabbing more tightly onto the back of the couch and holding fast, creating even more tension in her back and more arch in her spine. Matthew countered by grabbing another handful of her hair with his other hand and leaning backwards, using her for balance.

  Danielle’s chin was practically turned all the way up to the ceiling by now. Her throat was stretched too tight for any words to escape it. All she could do was growl and moan like an animal. But her body was still bucking against Matthew’s with vigor, making it obvious she was still enjoying herself.

  The position of Danielle’s body accentuated her ass, making it seem even more perfect than before. Tight but still round, not too small but not too big, her ass was built for fucking from behind. Matthew found that he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

  And then there was that perfect tiny little pink asshole of Da
nielle’s, opened slightly due to her excitement, beckoning Matthew, just asking to be played with. He was tempted to give it a shot just to see how she’d react, but the mere thought of it was too much for him to handle. Just the idea of playing with her asshole was enough to send him rocketing over the edge.

  He began pounding away at her even more aggressively as the impending orgasm grew closer and closer. And then it was here.

  “Holy fuckin shit I’m gonna cum,” he whispered harshly.

  “Right now?” Danielle asked.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Right now.”

  Danielle didn’t waste any time. She pulled away from him and quickly spun around. Within seconds she was on her knees on the floor, facing him, her head directly in front of his hips, her mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock while she jerked him off.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” Matthew said, giving her fair warning. “Here is comes. Here it fucking comes!”

  But Danielle just kept on going, sucking and jerking him like before. It wasn’t until he started to actually shoot his load that she pulled her mouth off his cock. She kept jerking him off, as he sent the white rivulets of sperm shooting towards her face. One, two, three long squirts splattered against her cheeks and chin and forehead, barely missing her eyes.

  Smiling, her face covered with his cum, Danielle used her hand to extract the last couple of drops from Matthew’s cock, then wrapped her mouth around it and sucked on it a little bit, causing him to shake and shimmy and pull it out of her mouth with a cursing protestation.

  She laughed and slapped him on the ass, then stood up and headed towards the bathroom to wipe his cum of her face. He dropped onto the couch, suddenly feeling exhausted and a little dizzy.

  “So what was the verdict?” Matthew asked after she came back and sat next to him on the couch. “How did I do?”

  “Not bad,” Danielle said. “Not bad at all.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m positive,” she said. “Of course, it would be nice if you took the lead a little more often instead of waiting for me to tease things out of you, and hopefully soon you’ll be able to take charge without having to revert to alcohol to put you in the proper mindset, but those things will come in time. It was a good start, that’s for sure. You made a lot of progress today.”