30 Depraved & Wicked Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  I pump her throat one last time and hold it, pushing on the back of her head with everything I’ve got. She coughs once, gags, then coughs again but still I hold her head in place, forcing her to take it for as long as she can. It’s not until her whole body starts to shimmy that I finally release her. She takes a deep, gasping breath then spits a huge wad of saliva onto my cock and starts stroking it harder and faster than ever before.

  “Is that nasty enough for you?” she says, still looking up at me. “Because I can do this all night.”

  I grab a fistful of her hair and half-drag, half-pull her over towards the couch. She stumbles along on her knees, and is just able to gain her balance right before I pick her up and drop her on the couch.

  She slides out of her shorts in no time flat.

  “Now grab your ankles,” I tell her.

  “Like this?” she says as she grabs ahold of them. “Is that how you like me? All spread out and waiting for your hard cock?”

  “Wider,” I say. “Straighten your legs.”

  Again, she does as she’s told, her firm leg muscles taut as she holds them out as wide as they’ll go, spreading her tiny little pussy, making it gape.

  I drop to my knees and grab ahold of the inside of her thighs and bury my head in her shaved snatch, licking her pussy lips, tonguing her clit, lapping at her twat. She is quivering beneath me, her moans growing louder and louder, legs still straight out to the side but threatening to collapse. And then they do. She releases her ankles and grabs the back of my head. She drapes her legs over my shoulders and pulls my head deeper into her pussy.

  “That’s right,” she says. “Lick my fucking pussy. Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue.”

  I glance up and see her head turned to the side, buried in the couch’s pillow. One hand is still on the back of my head but the other is working one of her tits, squeezing it, slapping it, then pinching and rubbing the nipple until she shivers again in pleasure.

  I stick two fingers into her pussy and finger fuck her while my tongue works on her clit.

  “Give it to me,” she says, her moans growing ever more intense. “Treat me like a fucking whore.”

  I squeeze another finger into her pussy and start working my hand faster, slamming it into her. The sounds coming out of her mouth are more guttural now. Her face is red from exertion, her eyes wild, her body glistening with sweat.

  “Gimme one more,” she says. “I want all your fingers inside me.”

  So I maneuver my fourth finger into her pussy, filling it up completely. There’s not much room for movement but she lifts her hips up a hair to give me more leverage and I take advantage, rising up a bit and thrusting my fingers up into her as far as they’ll go, stretching her pussy. I’m watching her face as my fingers push up against all the walls of her vagina. Her eyes are closed and she’s in the throes of ecstasy as she reaches down and starts rubbing her clit, which gets her off even more. Her other hand starts beating on the couch as her breath comes faster and faster.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams, her voice rising in intensity with every word. A couple of high-pitched, wordless screams and then her body tenses up, freezes for a moment, then comes crashing down in a shimmying little dance, her legs quivering and her body shaking as she takes air in deep gulping breaths.

  “You like that?” I ask, my mouth turned up in a little smile. I love the feeling of getting someone else off, of being in control, of doing whatever you want to them, owning them, making them experience exactly what you want.

  “Fuck yeah,” she says, “But now I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that big fucking cock inside me.”

  “If you insist,” I say.

  I climb to my feet and bend down and slide my hips towards her while pulling her towards me, keeping my hands on her thighs so her legs stay open. I drop my cock on top of her stomach and start dry-fucking her, my balls slapping up against her pussy, messing with her some more.

  Groaning, she reaches down and grabs my cock. I slide my hips back just a hair and allow her to guide my cock to her pussy. She rubs the tips of my cock against her clit for a moment, then up and down her snatch a couple times before sticking it in her pussy proper. Even after the hardcore finger fucking I gave it, her pussy is super-tight, forcing me to stick my cock in slowly, inch by inch as she gasps. Once it’s halfway in, I start working it, slowly at first, but gaining speed with every thrust.

  “That’s right,” she says. “Fuck me with that big fat cock.”

  Pretty soon I’m working her with three-quarters of my shaft in a good, steady rhythm. I’m leaning into her, my hands gripping the back of the couch for leverage.

  “Harder,” she says. “Fuck me harder. I can take it.”

  I fuck her with the whole length of my shaft, giving it to her balls deep, punctuating each thrust by holding my cock deep in her pussy for a heartbeat before pulling it back it to stick it in her again.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” she says. “Give it to me deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of your cock. Treat me like a fucking slut.”

  I hammer my cock into her pussy a couple more times, making her whole body shake with every thrust, then hold it there, my cock deep inside her, my groin grinding up against her pussy lips.

  “That’s right,” she says. “Own it. Own that tight little fucking pussy.”

  I shift my legs a bit to give myself more leverage and push even harder, shoving my cock as deep as it will go. She lets out a little yelp—part pleasure, part pain—and pushes back against me, forcing me even deeper inside her, moving her hips up and down, riding my cock as her moans build in intensity and her breaths get shorter and shorter, finally culminating in a single high-pitched scream and rushing out of all her pent-up breath.

  I barely give her any time to recover before I’m grabbing her ankles and pushing them back towards her head, folding her in half. Holding her ankles up next to her head, I proceed to pound her pussy with reckless abandon, grunting with every thrust, fucking her with everything I’ve got. Her moans turn to groans and then to screams as she yells, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  I slam into her harder, crushing her, trying to break her in half. She’s holding her own legs back now, so I climb up onto the couch, giving myself even more leverage over her. I’m fucking her like a madman, slamming my cock as deep as it will go, my face right above hers. I’m staring down at her and she looks right back, holding my gaze, her eyes telling me that she hasn’t reached her limit yet, that she can take more.

  “Anything you want,” she says.

  “Anything?” I reply.

  “Anything,” she says. “I can take whatever you can dish out.”

  I decide to test her theory.

  I pull my cock out of her and reach down and pick her up. I spin her around so she’s upside down on the couch, her feet draped over the back of it, her head hanging off the front of it, near the floor. I climb off the couch and drop to my knees and slide up to her. I grab hold of her tits and stick my cock in her mouth and throat fuck her.

  I pump her mouth a few times, my balls slapping up against her face with every thrust, then hold it deep in her throat. I keep it there for a few seconds, until she starts to gag. I pull my cock out, let her catch her breath, then stick it back in. With my cock deep in her throat I slap her tits, once, twice, three times, each slap eliciting an involuntary gasp, allowing my cock in deeper every time. Again she coughs, then gags again, and I pull out to let her breathe, which she does in gasping breaths.

  I climb up onto the couch and straddle her chest, one knee on each side of her body, and sit down on her chest so my asshole is right above her mouth. I reach back and grab a handful of hair and lift her head up until her face up pressing up against my ass.

  A lightning bolt shoots up my body as she attacks my asshole, licking it around the edges, sucking on it, sticking her tongue in it. My body shivers and my own breath is getting more ragged.

 
“Is that what you like?” she says when I release her head to give her a chance to breathe. “You like it when I lick your fucking asshole?”

  Instead of answering I just pull her head up again so she can do some more work on my asshole. I reach out and stick three fingers in her pussy and slam it as hard as I can, working it faster and faster. Every time I increase the pressure on her pussy, she does the same on my asshole, which leads to me increase my pressure again, and so forth. A veritable feedback loop of pleasure, with only one end in sight.

  But I’m not done with her yet, so I extract my fingers from her musky sweetness before I hit my exploding point.

  I stand up on top of the couch, grab her ankles, and lift her up until her head is lying on the couch cushion. Then I turn around and squat over her face and drop my balls into her mouth. She sucks on them, first one, then the other, then both at the same time, squeezing them into her pretty little mouth while I spank her face with my cock.

  Still sucking on my balls, she reaches up and starts jerking my cock. I lean back against her body and she wraps her legs around my head. I slap her tits a few more times, eliciting more gasps, then decide that it’s time to finish things.

  I climb on top of the cushions so her legs are in front of me, then I swing her legs over until her knees are pushing against the cushion, one on either side of her head, folding her in half. She wraps her arms around her legs, holding them in place. Her pussy is just below me, gaping and waiting. I sit on the back of the couch and spit on her pussy, work it a little with my fingers. I spank it with my cock. She yelps with every blow.

  “That’s right, make it wet,” she says. “Get it ready for your nice hard cock.”

  I guide my cock into her pussy then stand up and bend my knees to give me more leverage and start pumping her tiny little pussy.

  “Holy fuck,” she says. “It’s so fucking big. Fuck me with that big hard cock.”

  I spread her pussy with my hands and drop the hammer on her, giving her all my weight with every pump. Her tiny little body quivers with every thrust.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she gasps as I pound her pussy. “Give it to me! Give it to me! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  I pull my cock out of her pussy and step forward and bend down. I drop to my knees and stick my cock in her mouth and fuck her throat for a few seconds. Then I pull my cock out of her mouth and spank her face with it.

  “You like that?” I ask. “You like it when I slap your pretty little face with my cock?”

  “I fucking love it,” she says. “Do it harder.”

  I rear back and slap her again, harder this time.

  “Harder,” she says.

  So I do.

  “Harder!” she yells this time.

  I swing my cock with everything I’ve got, smacking her in the face, again and again and again until her cheeks are red.

  I could easily shoot my load right now but I want to experience that tight little pussy one more time, even though I know it’s going to be short-lived, so I climb back up and squat down. I grab her knees and spread them out, opening her pussy even more. I stick my cock into her one last time and fuck her with all the intensity I can muster, pounding her with the full length of my cock, allowing gravity to help get it deeper than ever before. Her tiny little body accepts all I have to offer.

  “It’s so big, it’s so big, it’s so big,” she squeals. “Break my fucking pussy. Break me in half. Make me your bitch,” she says. “Own that fucking pussy. Own me. Own me. I’m yours, baby, I’m yours.”

  Her talking puts me over the edge and my body tenses up. “Oh fuck,” I moan as I pull my cock out of her pussy.

  “Cum on my face, baby,” she says. “Make a mess of my pretty little face.”

  I drop to my knees and jerk my cock and shoot my load all over her, stream after stream of white cum splashing against her cheeks, her chin, into her open mouth, her left eye, her hair.

  “That’s right,” she says. “Give it to me, give me all of your cum.”

  “Holy shit,” I say, gasping for breath as the last of my cum dribbles out. She slides out from beneath me and lifts her head and grabs onto my cock and sucks on the end of it. I spasm once and try to jerk away but she holds on. There’s an evil twinkle in her eye.

  “I want it all,” she says. “Every last fucking drop.” Smiling, she takes my cock in her mouth and sucks on the tip one last time before mercifully letting me go.

  “Wow,” I say as I stand up on shaky legs and walk over towards the fridge. “Thanks.”

  “My pleasure,” she says as she gathers her clothes and starts slipping them on.

  I open the fridge and say over my shoulder, “You want a beer?”

  “No thanks,” she says pleasantly, all traces of her earlier nastiness completely gone. “I’ve got another appointment I have to get to. So if you don’t mind . . .”

  I know exactly what she means. “Of course,” I say as I head over to the nightstand. I pop open my beer and take a drink, then open the drawer and pull out her money. I set the beer on the table and walk over to her and hand her the money. She grabs it and sticks it in the pocket of her shorts.

  “Do you want to hop in the shower?” I ask. “Clean yourself up a bit?”

  “I don’t have time,” she says. “Besides, the guy I’m going to see is a fan of sloppy seconds. He likes to lick other people’s cum of my face.”

  I grimace and she laughs at me.

  “Nah, I’m just messing with you,” she says with a smile.

  I shake my head and laugh softly. Now that’s something you don’t see everyday, an escort with a sense of humor, or at least not one that’s willing to share it with her clients.

  “I’ll clean up at his place,” she says. “He likes to watch me shower. Thanks for the offer though.”

  “No problem.”

  “Maybe I’ll see you again some time,” she says as she heads for the door.

  “Oh, I think you just might.”

  “Next time we’ll get really nasty,” she says.

  “Then I’ll make sure there’s a next time,” I say. “Someday at least. Just tell me who to ask for.”

  “Betty,” she says.

  “That should be easy enough to remember.”

  “That’s kind of the point.”

  “I’m sure it is,” I say as I open the door for her.

  Two sessions in a row I’ve asked for a name. I must be getting soft. But that’s all right. There’s nothing wrong with having favorites. That’s the beauty of escorts; you cast your line into the water and pull one up, and after a night of fucking you get to decide if they’re worth keeping or not. If they are, they make the list. If not, you throw them back and cast your line again. Luckily there’s an endless list of girls to choose from. And you get to keep as many as you want. Try an old favorite or take a shot with someone new. Not a bad choice to have. It sure as hell beats regular relationships. At least in my book.

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  DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 42

  Holly Fox, a stunning blonde with a thin, lithe, rock-hard body honed in the gym on a daily basis, is standing in the living room talking to her husband Tim, an equally fit, ex-college athlete with a full head of brown hair and an angular, attractively rugged face. Both are in their early thirties and both look great for their age. They’ve been married for 11 years, each of which has been better than the last.

  There are many reasons for their continued marital success, including a complete openness with one another and an us-against-the-world attitude. But the biggest factor is their willingness to engage in deviant, perverted sexual acts; not only with each other, but involving third (and sometimes even fourth or fifth) parties.

  Over the years, they have participated in many types of different sexual scenarios, sometimes setting them up themselves and sometimes letting others do the planning. But recently they have stumbled upon a game they like to play more than any other, the specifics of which they are discussing at this very mo
ment in the living room of their immaculately furnished 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.

  “Are you sure Patty’s up for this?” Holly says.

  “Positive,” Tim replies. “I’ve been setting it up for weeks. She’s totally into me. I’ve had to fight her off with a stick for the last couple of days. She’s just waiting for you to leave.”

  “And you’re certain it’ll go the way we want?”

  “Positive,” Tim says. “You know me. I have a knack for these things.”

  “You do indeed,” Holly says. “That’s why I love you so much.”

  She steps into him and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He returns the kiss and they make out, each more excited than usual. They’ve done this sort of thing before, of course, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

  Holly breaks off the kiss and grabs Tim’s cock, gripping it beneath his pants. “I see that you’re already hard with anticipation.”

  Tim runs his fingers under Holly’s skirt and rubs her pussy over her panties. “And I see that you’re already wet.”

  “You know I like the sort of thing as much as you do.”

  “Which is why I love you so much.”

  They smile at each other, their faces conveying genuine emotion.

  “Now go,” Tim says, slapping Holly on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

  #

  Five minutes later, Holly pulls her car out of the garage and closes the garage door behind her. Two minutes after that there’s a knock on their front door. Tim looks through the peephole, just to be sure.

  It’s Patty. She’s wearing a slinky, lacy, black top and a jean skirt, with lots of makeup and her hair done up. Her intentions are obvious.

  Tim answers the door, opening it and hustling Patty into the house and quickly closing the door behind them, acting like they’re worried about getting caught.