EXTREMELY FILTHY LADIES
4 TALES OF EXTREME SEX
Featuring stories from:
Gina Lane
Alex Hunter
Hailey Jameson
Jeremy Holmes
Copyright 2017 by Extreme Publications
EXTREME 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 sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, threesomes, lesbians and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
FILTHY LESBIAN ROOMMATES BY GINALANE
DESTROYING THE BABYSITTER BY ALEX HUNTER
THE BOSS GETS HER WAY BY HAILEY JAMESON
THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET BRINGS A FRIEND BY JEREMY HOLMES
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FILTHY LESBIAN ROOMMATES
GINA LANE
Maggie and Tara started screwing around with each other shortly after they moved in together, a little over a year ago.
Tara remembered the first time she laid her eyes on Maggie. Tara had been at a bar near the Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles with some friends when Maggie showed up as part of another group they were meeting up with.
Maggie caught Tara’s eye immediately, mostly because she was her physical opposite. Maggie’s hair was long and blonde hair while Tara’s was short and brown. Maggie had huge, natural, low-hanging breasts and Tara had small, perky, high ones. Maggie’s soft, slightly pudgy, face was completely different than Tara’s sharply lined features. Maggie was short and stacked, with an amazingly curvy natural figure while Tara was tall and lanky with a body toned daily in the gym.
And the differences didn’t stop there. Pretty much everything about them was different.
Maggie’s pale skin to Tara’s dark tan. Her blue eyes to Tara’s brown. Her round, fleshy ass to Tara’s narrow, firm one. And it wasn’t only their looks that were in contrast.
Maggie was cute and bubbly while Tara was hard-edged and intense. She was talky while Tara was reserved. Maggie was nice and Tara was mean. She was everybody’s best friend while Tara scared everyone away.
Tara figured they would butt heads like a couple of divas, but as it turned out, they got along incredibly well. People always say opposites attract but Tara never bought into it.
Until that first night.
At some point they had ended up at the same table, both of them drunk off their asses and talking at length about their personal lives. Tara don’t remember many specifics of the conversation but she did 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. It’s not like Tara knew right then that Maggie and her were going to end up fucking on a regular basis, in fact, it was the furthest thing from her mind. She’d never been with another woman at that point, and Tara never really expected to. And Maggie felt the same way.
Hell, they didn’t even know if they’d ever see each other again after that night.
But, as circumstances would have it, they 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 they ended up talking more regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until one day they realized they were best friends.
Shortly after that, it just so happened that they were both looking for a place to live and it was natural that they ended up living together. They were like peas in a pod, twins separated at birth, yin and yang. Despite their outward differences, inwardly they were almost the same person; neither of them cared about stupid, petty shit.
The first time they hooked up it was nothing planned. They were both having men problems at the same time so they decided to have a girls-night in, just the two of them. They ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine, rented a few chick flicks and locked themselves in their apartment.
They were drunk as skunks and had just finished the second movie when the fun started.
They’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 Maggie casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”
“That’s a damn good question,” Tara replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” Maggie said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is wasted. “If they didn’t have those damn things they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”
“Hell, even cocks can’t save most of them,” Tara said.
“You can say that again sister,” Maggie said.
So Tara did. They both laughed.
“But seriously,” Maggie said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if we had cocks. Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace their pathetic asses completely.”
“Who says we can’t anyway?” Tara replied, only half-joking. At this point she was so drunk and so horny that she was starting to get on board with this whole idea of leaving men out of the loop.
“What a minute, what are you saying?” Maggie asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but Tara knew her too well to buy into it. Maggie knew exactly what Tara was talking about.
“Cocks are the easiest thing in the world to replace,” Tara 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 you think you’re alone.”
“What kind of noises are you talking about?” Maggie said, pretending to be offended.
“Don’t give me that shit,” Tara said. “You know what the fuck 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 but 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?” Maggie asked. She was still smiling but her tone was a bit more serious now.
“Of course it does,” Tara replied. “How could it not?”
Tara looked at Maggie and realized she was looking right back at her the same way. And just like that, it happened. They both leaned forward at the same time and kissed.
Maggie took the lead, hopping up on top of Tara and straddling her while they made out.
Both ladies found it amazing, kissing another women, not only because it was taboo but because they were both great kissers. Their lips were soft and supple, their tongues active but not crazy. Both knew just how much pressure to use; not too much but not too little. And both were imagining how good the other would be with their tongues in other areas.
Tara put her hands on Maggie’s stomach and moved
them up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.
Maggie 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.
“Do you like my tits?” Maggie said, bouncing up and down slightly, making them jiggle and shake.
“I fucking love them,” Tara said.
Maggie smiled and pressed them together with her arms. “Yeah, they are pretty nice, aren’t they?”
“They’re more than nice,” Tara 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,” Tara said, bringing her finger to her mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Don’t worry Tara,” Maggie 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,” Tara said.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Maggie said. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits into Tara’s face. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”
So Tara started playing with one of them, fondling and licking it, slowly moving her tongue over her nipple a few times before clamping on it and sucking it until it got hard.
Tara glanced up to see Maggie’s head thrown back, her face towards the ceiling and her eyes closed. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from her throat.
Tara figured she was doing something right so she switched over the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
While Tara worked on her other breast, Maggie ran her hand down Tara’s stomach and slipped her hand under Tara’s pajama bottoms and started rubbing Tara’s pussy. Tara was already turned on but this took things to another level. She started working Maggie’s nipple more aggressively in response to her growing excitement and Maggie replied by rubbing Tara’s pussy with more intensity. They continued like this for a little while, each one upping the ante and the other responding, until they’d both taken things pretty much as far as they could go.
Tara’s panties were completely soaked through by now, making it feel like Maggie’s fingers were rubbing her pussy directly, but Tara needed something more. She couldn’t take the teasing anymore. She needed something inside of her. So Tara climbed out from under Maggie and quickly slipped out of her pajamas and panties. Falling back onto the couch Tara spread her legs and started playing with herself, her eyes locked directly on Maggie’s as her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy.
Maggie slid out of her bottoms shortly after Tara did, leaving them both naked from the waist down.
Tara was expecting Maggie to start playing with herself too but what she got was even better. Maggie dropped down to the floor, crawled over until she was between Tara’s legs, and started licking Tara’s pussy.
Tara let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted her fingers so they were rubbing her clit while Maggie ate her out, Maggie’s tongue working expertly in and around Tara’s pussy, hitting all the right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.
Tara wasn’t not sure how long they went at it like that but soon enough she was cumming like she’d never cum before, her body shaking and shimmying as a scream escaped her throat while the orgasm wracked her body.
“Holy fuck,” Tara said once she’d recovered.
“A good one, huh?” Maggie said, smiling, her juices covering her face, making it gleam in the light.
“Only the best one ever,” Tara said.
“No lie?”
“I swear.”
Maggie put on her pouty face. “I want a turn.”
“Be my guest,” Tara said, relinquishing her spot on the couch.
Clapping her hands, Maggie bounced up onto the couch, spread her legs wide and beckoned Tara over. Smiling, Tara obliged, dropping her face onto Maggie’s pussy and going to town while Maggie played with her clit.
A short time later Tara brought Maggie to orgasm, her legs clamping down on Tara’s head while her body spasmed, her juices squirting out of her pussy and drenching Tara’s smiling face.
“Holy shit you were right,” Maggie said, panting to catch her breath. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”
“I told you,” Tara said.
“And to think, all these years we’ve been screwing around with boys . . .”
“Yeah, what a shame, huh?”
“Indeed,” Maggie replied.
Tara stood up and fell onto the couch next to Maggie. Tara dropped her head onto Maggie’s shoulder then turned her face upwards.
“It’s pretty sad to think about all the time they wasted on those boys,” Tara said.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Maggie replied. “Who knew that they didn’t actually need them at all?”
“Maybe those that did know kept it to themselves,” Tara said. “They didn’t want the secret getting out.”
“Yeah,” Maggie said. “They didn’t want any competition.”
“That’s what I’m thinking.”
They fell silent for a moment. Then Maggie starting laughing under her breath.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just think it’s hilarious,” Maggie said.
“What is?”
“The fact that they really don’t need them at all,” Maggie said. “They really are only good for their cocks, and like you pointed out earlier, those are easily replaceable.”
“They certainly are,” Tara said.
“I mean, think about it,” Maggie said. “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,” Tara said, picking up where Maggie had left off.
“Exactly!”
“Plus men only think about themselves,” Tara added. “As far as they’re concerned, once they’ve cum that’s it. They’re done. It doesn’t make any difference if we’ve gotten off or not.”
“Which brings us to perhaps the best thing about being with another woman,” Maggie said, looking at Tara intently.
Tara knew exactly where this was going. She was thinking the same thing herself. It was something that came up every time they talked about boys.
“Women don’t have to stop after one orgasm!” they said at exactly the same time.
“We can go all night long without a break,” Tara added.
“We can indeed.”
Tara stood up and held out her hand. “Shall we continue, my dear?” Tara said in a faux-elegant voice.
“We shall,” Maggie replied in kind as she took Tara’s hand.
Tara helped her up. “Your room or mine?” she asked, leading Maggie towards the hallway.
“Does it matter?” she replied.
“Not at all,” Tara said, turning towards her. She pulled Maggie close and started kissing her right there in the middle of the living room. “It doesn’t matter in the least.”
“But you know what does matter?” Maggie said after they’d broken off their kiss.
“What?” Tara asked.
“How freaky we’re going to get with each other.”
“How freaky do you want it?” Tara asked.
“Very,” Maggie said.
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“I want to get dominated,” Maggie said.
Tara raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Are you serious?”
“Completely,” Maggie said.
Tara literally shivered in excitement and leaned in and slipped her tongue into Maggie’s mouth. After they made out for a bit, Tara pulled away, smiling widely.
“I take it that’s a yes?” Maggie said, her smile matching Tara’s.
“That’s not just a yes,” Tara said. “It’s a FUCK YEAH!”
They both laughed and hugged each other.
“The only question left is how extreme do you want me to get?” Tara asked.
“Nothing too crazy this time,” Maggie said. “No bondage or nipple clamps or anything.”
“Fair enough,” Tara said.
“And definitely no dunking my head in the toilet or pissing on me or anything like that.”
“I’d never do that to you,” Tara said. “Not even if you asked me too. There are some things you don’t do to another person, no matter what.”
“I figured as much,” she said. “But I just wanted to make sure.”
“So just your basic domination starter’s kit,” Tara said. “Smacking, pulling hair, choking, that sort of thing.”
Maggie’s eyes lit up and she vigorously nodded her head.
“And how rough do you want me to get?” Tara asked.
“Just use your discretion,” she replied. “I trust you.”
“Okay,” Tara said. “But because it’s our first time, I’ll probably err on the soft side a bit, so make sure you tell me if you want it harder.”
“Oh don’t worry,” Maggie said. “I will. And you don’t have to take it easy on me. I kind of want to see how much I can handle.”
“Sounds good to me,” Tara said, her grin growing wider. “Are you ready to get started?”
“I can’t wait,” Maggie said, flashing a little smile.
“Well, let’s get going then,” Tara said, grabbing a handful of Maggie’s hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending Maggie’s head backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.
Maggie’s smile widened as she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes shone with enjoyment. As did Tara’s.
“Do you like being treated like this?” Tara asked.
“I fucking love it,” Maggie said.
Smiling widely, Tara fondled one of Maggie’s tits and pinched her nipple, eliciting a little gasp from her. Then Tara slapped down on it.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Maggie said, shivering in joy. “Do it again. Except do it harder.”
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