30 Depraved & Wicked Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  Despite the abuse I was giving him, his cock sticking straight up in the air was evidence that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. I couldn’t help but lean forward and grab ahold of it; it was just too inviting. While keeping my ass planted firmly on Eric’s face, I began to jerk him off.

  Eric must have liked it, because as soon as I started playing with his cock, he started going after my pussy with more vigor. With this in mind I spent the next couple of minutes alternating the pressure and tempo on his cock. It worked like a charm, as though there was a direct link between his cock and his tongue. The faster I worked one, the faster the other one operated. And then when I leaned over some more and took his cock in my mouth, it was all over.

  Sucking Eric’s cock brought out the best in his tongue, as it flicked and explored my insides like never before. He did such a good job that he brought me right to the point of orgasm and beyond in a flash, my body shaking all over and releasing a torrent of pussy juices onto his face as I bit down on my bottom lip and tried not to scream too loudly.

  I released his cock from my mouth and lifted my body off his face just enough so that I could look down at him. “Not bad,” I said. “Not too bad at all. But you still have to make up for the lack of enthusiasm you showed for my asshole. Understand?”

  Eric nodded his head. His smile was wider than ever. It was obvious he truly enjoyed what I was doing to him.

  I spun around on his face until I was facing the opposite direction, then I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks and plopped my asshole right onto his mouth.

  He went to work immediately, licking my asshole with urgency this time, like a man possessed.

  “That’s right,” I said. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get your tongue in there and work it around. That’s right. Good boy.”

  Again my talking seemed to turn him on, as he went to work more aggressively. Pretty soon his rigid tongue was slipping inside my asshole, tickling my insides.

  “Holy fuck,” I said. “That feels so fucking good.”

  I started bouncing on his face, his tongue sliding deeper and deeper inside me every time I bottomed out. His tongue in my asshole felt incredible, but I still needed something more to get myself off again. So I stuck my fingers inside my pussy and started banging myself while he worked his tongue.

  After about a minute of finger-fucking myself while he worked my asshole, I was right at the point of cumming yet again. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and aggressively rubbed my clit, once again putting me over the top.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed as another orgasm rocked my body. This one was more violent than the previous one, causing me to shake and shimmy. Eric’s tongue slipped out of my asshole but he continued licking away at me, prolonging my ecstasy.

  But still it wasn’t enough. I needed his cock inside me. And after I’d climbed off his face and positioned myself in front of him on my hands and knees, my ass sticking up in the air, waiting, beckoning, desperate to get fucked, I told him exactly that.

  “With pleasure,” he replied, getting up off the ground and onto his hands and knees too. He crawled over to me and sidled up behind me, then slipped his rock-hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. We both gasped as it went in with only minimal resistance. Then he started fucking me from behind, doggy-style.

  With his hands gripping my hips, Eric slammed his cock into me, not bothering to take it slow, pounding me so hard and fast that I could feel his balls slapping up against the underside of my pussy.

  “Oh my god yes,” I said. “That’s what I need. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me like you stole me.”

  And he did, hammering away at my pussy with everything he had. After a minute or so, his hands slid down to my ass cheeks and he gripped them and spread them open and held them like that, giving him deeper access to my insides.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, loving each incremental step he was taking.

  After holding my ass open for a bit, his hands worked their way to my back to my shoulders. He began pulling back on them as he moved forward, so our bodies were going in opposite directions when we met, allowing his cock to go even deeper inside of me.

  It felt great, but once again I needed something more. Namely, what I’d been looking forward to all evening. So I stuck my middle finger in my mouth to get it lubed up, then slid it back around my body and started rubbing it against my asshole.

  “Are you trying to tell me something?” Eric said, still fucking me all the while.

  “What do you think?” I asked.

  He just laughed.

  “Why are you laughing?” I asked, looking back at him, messing with him a bit. “Does the thought of fucking my ass seem funny to you?”

  “Not at all,” Eric said. “It’s exciting.”

  “Then what are you waiting for? Stick your thumb in there and get my asshole warmed up, and then fuck it with your hard cock until you’re ready to cum.”

  “If you insist,” Eric said. Not fucking me for a moment but keeping his cock inside me, he gathered up some saliva and spit on my asshole. Then he ran his thumb down the crack of my ass. After rubbing the outside of my asshole with his thumb to spread out the wetness a bit, he slipped the tip of his thumb in my anus.

  “Holyfuckingshit,” I said, the words running together to make one long one. “That feels so fucking good.”

  Evidently Eric thought so too, as he began pounding my pussy harder than ever while continuing to work his thumb in and out and around my asshole, getting it nice and loose.

  “Okay, that’s enough,” I said a short time later, turning my upper body to the side so I could see his face while I spoke the magic words. “I need your cock in there. Now. No more screwing around. Fuck my ass.”

  Smiling, Eric replaced his thumb with his cock, taking it slow, sliding just the tip in at first and holding it there, not moving against me.

  I was still looking at him, and I could see that he was struggling a bit with his cock in my ass. It was tight, for sure, but not that tight. There was plenty of room for his cock. Which meant the problem wasn’t with me, but with him. And I think I knew what it was.

  “You’re close to cumming, aren’t you?” I asked, smirking at him.

  He nodded.

  “Ahhhh, isn’t that cute,” I said with mock sweetness. “You’ve only been in my ass for a few seconds and you’re ready to cum.”

  This time Eric just took a deep breath.

  “But that just won’t do,” I said, starting to move against him. Slowly. For now. “Because I need to get my ass pounded. Even if it’s only for half a minute. Okay?”

  “Okay,” he managed to say.

  By now I was moving against him a little more aggressively, forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside my ass with every pump.

  Eric was grimacing more, his face screwed up in a mask of desperation.

  “Not yet,” I said, “You can’t cum until you’ve hammered my asshole for at least a good two minutes. Understand?”

  Eric forced himself to nod.

  “I want to hear you say it,” I said, still moving against him, harder than ever now.

  “I understand,” he said after taking a deep breath.

  “Good,” I said as I slammed my ass back into him hard enough to almost knock him over and forcing his cock deeper inside my asshole. It wasn’t quite bottoming out yet, but it was close. “Then just sit back and let me do the work if you have to, but no cumming until I say so. Okay?”

  “Okay,” he said.

  I bounced my ass back against him again and this time he held his ground. So I did it again, and again, and again. His cock was disappearing completely inside my anus now, filling it up, pushing against all the walls. It felt incredible. And my asshole was loosening up with every thrust, making it easier on Eric as well.

  “How are you doing back there?” I asked after slamming my ass back against him and holding it there for a few seconds, his cock deep inside me.

  “Better,” he said.


  “Yeah?” I asked, looking back at him.

  He nodded. And he looked better, that was for sure.

  “So you think you can hold out for a little while?”

  “I think so,” he said.

  “Good,” I replied. “Because I really want you to take control for a little bit and fuck my ass like it deserves to be fucked. Do you think you can do that?”

  “I know I can,” he said, smiling his patented, confident grin for the first time since his cock had been in my ass.

  “Then go to work,” I said.

  So he did, taking control, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading my ass before pounding away, his hips slamming into me with as much force as when he was fucking my pussy.

  “That’s it,” I said. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Give it to me good. Pound that asshole. Pound that fucking asshole!”

  Just as it had all night, my dirty talk excited Eric even more, and he started going after me with a frenzied fervor. He reached up and pulled my hair, yanking my head back and arching my spine, allowing him to penetrate my asshole even deeper.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God!” I screamed, my face turned up to the ceiling from the tension. The combination of getting my ass fucked and my hair pulled at the same time was intoxicating. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  And Eric didn’t stop, fucking my ass more aggressively than ever. He was grunting like an animal, making more noise than I’d ever heard him make before.

  Half a minute later, my body tensed up for a few seconds then released in a flood as a titanic orgasm raged through my body. But Eric didn’t slow down at all. He was still hammering away at me with reckless abandon while my body bucked and thrashed in ecstasy.

  My gyrations put Eric over the edge too. He pounded my ass a couple more times, then he let out a low groan and his cock released his sperm deep in my ass. He continued fucking me, forcing out every last drop of cum from his cock before pulling his hips back and pulling his cock out of my asshole.

  We fell down onto the carpeted floor together, lying on our backs next to each other.

  “I sure am glad you gave me a call,” Eric said, turning and flashing me a little smile.

  “And I sure am glad you decided to come over,” I replied, grinning back at him.

  “Yeah, I think that was a good choice,” Eric said. He leaned over and gave me a kiss. I grabbed his head and held him there and we started to make out. As I explored his mouth with my tongue I thought about how sometimes, dreams do come true. I only hoped this one would last longer than the one that had started out the night.

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  DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 45

  It always makes me laugh when someone thinks they can tell the freakiness of a woman based solely on her looks. Don’t get me wrong, there are some women that advertise their sluttiness loud and clear, with tattoos everywhere and skimpy outfits. But there are plenty of other sluts out there too, hiding behind a cute face and a conservative outfit, just waiting to be found out.

  In my experience, (which is pretty damn extensive, by the way) these “closet sluts” seem to end up being even freakier and more perverted than their more obvious counterparts. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, perhaps there is some level of expectations being exceeded that comes into play, but for some reason, when the cute little blonde with an innocent face and wide eyes wearing a virginal white dress turns out to be a slut, she ends up being more perverted than usual.

  Take Cindy, for example.

  She was browsing the fiction aisle at a bookstore when I saw her, taking her time, looking at crime novels. After picking up the book I came in for, I wandered over towards her, attracted, as I always was, by something about her. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, nothing conscious, but I’d always had a nose for sluts and had learned to trust me instincts. They rarely led me astray.

  And they certainly didn’t in this case.

  After a few innocent comments about what we liked to read and what we could recommend to each other, we started getting a little more personal. Before long we were discussing issues that were wholly inappropriate for the aisles of a bookstore in the middle of the afternoon.

  After a good ten minutes of hanging out, Cindy asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a cup of coffee. I, of course, accepted. So we paid for our books and I followed her home.

  Once we were there she didn’t waste any time on particulars. Immediately after we entered her apartment, Cindy closed the door behind us, then slipped her dress off, right there in the living room. I wasn’t shocked to see that she didn’t have a bra on underneath, but I was a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “They just get in the way,” she said when I asked her about it.

  I laughed and shook my head. I’d known that underneath the innocent façade she was a slut, but I hadn’t realized how big of one. This was going to be even better than I’d thought.

  Cindy had a pretty good body, nothing spectacular but certainly nothing to scoff at. Pale skin, small but perky tits, a pretty flat stomach, nice legs. Not exactly a sexy woman, but cute as a button, and from the looks of things absolutely no shame whatsoever, which was by far the most important thing as far as I was concerned.

  “Do you like what you see?” Cindy asked, spinning her body around, giving me a good look at her cute little butt.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” I said as I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. It wasn’t rock hard yet but it was quickly getting there. “What about you? Do you like what you see?”

  “Very much so,” Cindy said. “Although I’m not gonna lie. It’s bigger than I was expecting.”

  I wasn’t surprised. It was something I heard a lot. While not ridiculously huge, my cock was a good 7 inches fully hard, and proportionally it looked even bigger due to my thin frame. “Do you think you can handle it?”

  “Oh, I know I can handle it.”

  “Prove it,” I said.

  “It would be my pleasure,” Cindy said, dropping to her knees. She wrapped one hand around my shaft, then opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. She worked the tip of my cock with her mouth while stroking my shaft with her hand, quickly bringing me to full attention.

  “You’re pretty good at that,” I said.

  “I’m more than pretty good,” Cindy replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth and smacking it against her cheek before once again wrapping her lips around it.

  I shuddered slightly as she effortlessly took my cock halfway down and began to bob her head forward and back, taking me further and further inside her mouth until she was swallowing the entire thing.

  Cindy worked my cock in long, deep strokes, making it disappear and reappear with regularity, expertly maintaining a medium pace while exerting the perfect amount of pressure to provide intense stimulation without making it unbearable.

  After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Cindy let my cock slide from her mouth. She gathered up the leftover saliva and spit it on my cock and then used her hands to work it in, jerking me off two-handed while she looked up at me.

  “Before we go any further,” she said. “I have to warn you about something.”

  “What’s that?” I asked, even though I knew what she was going to say. I was a slut magnet, after all. I’d had this conversation more than a few times.

  “You’ve probably figured this out by now, but I like getting a little crazy in the sack,” she said. “I’m not one for just regular, boring old sex.”

  “Yeah, I kind of figured that,” I said, trying not to smile.

  “Is that okay with you?” she asked.

  “Oh, I think I can deal with it,” I said, my smile breaking through.

  “Yeah, I kind of got the feeling you would,” Cindy said, matching my grin, continuing to jerk me off all the while. “That’s why I brought you back here in the first place. You looked like you weren’t afraid to g
et a little freaky.”

  “Not at all,” I said. “The way I figure it, there’s no reason not to. After all, you only live once. Might as well get the most out of life.”

  “My thoughts exactly,” Cindy said. “So let’s have some fun.”

  And with that, she spun me around so my back was to her and put her hands on my ass.

  “Bend over,” she said.

  After I did as I was told, Cindy spread my ass cheeks apart and started licking my asshole, going to town on it without any hesitation whatsoever.

  “Holy shit,” I said under my breath.

  Reaching around, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started jerking me off. With her other hand she enclosed my balls and massaged them, rolling them around in her hands, squeezing them together, pulling down on them. Then she stuck her rigid tongue inside my asshole and started bouncing her face back and forth against my ass, forcing her tongue deeper inside me with every thrust.

  My eyes were closed and my hands were gripping the back of the couch tightly enough to leave marks in the cushions. It felt incredible having her tongue in my ass. Not only the physical tingling sensation that ran up my spine, but the sheer filthiness of what she was doing, not to mention the energy she poured into it. I’d had my asshole licked before, but never with such verve and vigor. It was obvious that Cindy truly enjoyed it.

  After what seemed like an eternity, Cindy pulled away. But even as disappointment racked my body, she was already onto something else. She grabbed ahold of my cock and yanked it backwards, so it was facing the wrong way, sticking out behind me, right underneath my asshole. In this position the pressure was intensified; right on the edge of pleasure and pain. Which only served to turn me on even further, especially when Cindy proceeded to take the entirety of my cock in her mouth, all the way down to my balls. She held my cock in her throat for a couple of seconds, the pressure building the whole time, before finally slipping it out of her mouth with a cough and a gag.