30 Depraved & Wicked Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  Phil is looking down at my sperm-splattered face, smiling goofily, all his previous tough-guy attitude completely melted away. Now that he’s shot his load, he’s just a typical man, nothing special about him whatsoever. They’re all the same after they’ve cum. It’s the male curse.

  “Wow, you are one dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he says, shaking his head and laughing softly. He holds one hand down to help me up.

  “The dirtiest,” I reply, grabbing ahold of his offered hand and standing up. I lean in towards him. “Care to give me a kiss?”

  “Yeah, right,” he says, backing away quickly. “I’ll get you a towel though.”

  “Thanks,” I say as he grabs a towel from the bathroom and tosses it my way.

  Neither one of us says anything else as I clean myself up and slip my jacket back on. After tying it off I head for the door. Now that I’ve got what I needed from him, there’s no reason to linger. Especially since he’s lost his mojo.

  It’s not until I reach for the doorknob that he finds the balls to say anything to me.

  “Feel free to call me anytime you want,” he says, his voice lacking confidence. “I’m always here for you.”

  “I know,” I say, flashing him a little smile. Then I turn, open the door, and walk out, closing the door behind me. On to my next conquest.

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  DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 51

  Her white, see-through sundress barely covered her bikini but did a great job of showing off her tan, muscular body. Her breasts were small but perky. She walked with a confidence that told you she knew she was someone who could turn heads but she had a smile genuine enough that anyone who looked her in the eye felt they had a shot.

  She wasn’t the kind of girl who typically needed a man. She was confident in herself and her goals and was perfectly happy just working her way though college and enjoying her early twenties, most of the time. Then there were days like these.

  The wedding had been nice enough. A small ceremony where she was the maid of honor as she watched her best friend promise herself to the man of her dreams for all eternity. It was cheesy but sweet and romantic at the same time. It also made her wish for someone who loved her that much. She wanted to just be happy for her friend and her new life but somehow the reception on the beach with the bonfire and couples standing around was making her feel a little sad that no wedding was anywhere in her near future. That was silly of course, she wasn’t ready to get married but it would be nice to know that someone loved you so much they would be willing to swear off all other women for the rest of their life to be with just that one person. Forever.

  The bartender seemed to sense her sadness. Every time she returned to the bar for a refill he would compliment her on how beautiful she looked. After a few trips, he began to inquire if there was someone back home waiting for her who hadn’t been able to fly out for the ceremony. “No one special, no.” He again replied with a compliment which appeared more sincere than it probably was considering he was a bartender and she had a slightly altered perspective thanks to the alcohol. But at the time, it was exactly what she needed to hear and believe. She returned to the reception with a refilled glass and the hope that he would be making more than drinks later that evening.

  After the bride and groom left, the reception broke up quickly. The bartender was putting away the last few bottles when she approached. He smiled kindly and told her that the bar was closed but if she wanted to wait in the lobby bar, he’d be off work in less than 30 minutes and he’d be honored to buy her a drink. She knew she’d had enough already but she was feeling so confused by her happiness for her friend and her momentary sadness for herself that she was more than happy to accept his offer. If nothing else, at least she wouldn’t have to go back to her room alone for a while longer. If she got drunk enough, the loneliness might fade or she would at least pass out quickly, thus not able to think about it any longer. For a girl who is normally so self assured and happy and confident, this feeling of self pity was new and she didn’t like it. She’d be thrilled to board her plane the next day and return to her home and single life that she was typically very content with.

  She walked on the beach for a while wondering how many others were listening to the roar of the waves and wondering when, if ever, they too would find true love. It was silly to think that and she scolded herself for it but weddings were hard for he to watch. It was harder still to stand up for those around you who were once in your situation but had found something greater and were moving on to the next stage in their lives. She wasn’t ready for the next stage. She still had plenty to accomplish at this stage but deep down, a tiny part of her wanted to find her soul mate.

  She was pretty sure the bartender wouldn’t turn out to be her soul mate. After all, they lived across the country from one another and she flew home the next day. Somehow the idea of having the kind man hold her for that evening and fill the void that seemed to be growing in her chest with every minute appeared better and better with each second that passed. The alcohol now had ahold of her in that wonderful fog where ideas that get immediately rejected sober get rolled around and contemplated and often acted upon.

  When he appeared at her table, she had another almost empty glass in front of her and a goofy smile on her lips. He continued to be the gentleman and complimented her again on her beauty. He even remarked how much more beautiful she was now that he could see her by more light than just the bonfire. He tried small talk, asking where she was from, and what school she went to. She didn’t say much. She listened as he told her about himself and what had brought him to this tropical paradise. She smiled just a bit. He was trying so hard and she just needed to be held.

  It didn’t take long until she was holding his hand, walking him back to her room. He kissed her hand and told her how glad he was he met her. She smiled at his old world charm, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deep. He pulled back after what seemed like a full minute and looked away with flushed cheeks. Maybe he was a new bartender or maybe he really was a nice guy; either way, she needed him. She unlocked her door and held it open. She told him she just didn’t want to be alone. He looked around, unsure of how to handle the situation. As he looked into her eyes, he saw the loneliness that had found her and he felt a certain duty to help her eyes dance again the way they had when he poured her first drink hours ago.

  They laid on the bed fully dressed just holding each other. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight in a spoon position. She might have been content with just that human contact but the tropical drinks were not. She felt that stirring sensation in her lower half and she shifted her body so that his hand accidently brushed her breast. She let out a soft moan. He shifted his body slightly away in return so that she would not be offended by his physical response. She rolled over, looked him deep in the eyes, and kissed him again. She ran her hands through his hair and pressed herself up against him. She needed him to understand that she needed more.

  He was able to sense her urgency and began to give in and kiss her back. His lips were soft and he was able to take his time. He knew they would only have this one night and he wanted to cherish it. He rolled her over, put his hands on either side of her head and kissed her deeply. They just kissed for quite some time and she was in need of more. She began to grab at his back, pulling at him so that his weight was on her, begging him to become one with her. He laughed and told her to have patience and slowly began to make his way south. He kissed her neck, shoulders, and finally began to caress her breast. She gasped and arched her back forcing her breast into his palm.

  His lips moved down the ridge of her breast, to her nipple, where he slowly began to softly suck and tug at her. She moaned again, louder now and again arched her back, encouraging him to continue. His right hand slowly moved down from her other breast to her thigh, lightly touching the length of her body. It gave her chills. She shifted just slightly in hopes that his hand would move toward the inner part of her thigh. He
knew what she wanted and he once again kissed her softly on the mouth as his hand slipped between her legs. She opened them wide to him, allowing her dress to fall up around her waist. This offered him full access to her bikini bottoms which were already damp.

  He slipped his fingers under the material and began exploring her. She rolled her head back, arched her back, and moaned softly. She needed him so badly. He rubbed her clit and after moving his hand up and down, he slipped a finger inside her. Then another and another. She was so ready for him that his fingers went in easily and she began to buck against them. He liked watching her. He began to increase his speed and his three fingers worked their magic in no time. She lay on the bed trying to catch her breath, laughing that she had an incredible orgasm with her clothes still on.

  He got off the bed, reached out his hand and helped her up. He unzipped her dress and watched it fall to the floor, taking in all her beauty. She stood there in her floral pattern bikini as her need for him again increased. She grabbed at his muscular forearms and helped him pull off his shirt. She dropped to her knees and began to release his belt and slacks. She needed him to feel as good as he had just made her. She pulled at his boxers, which got slightly stuck on his raging manhood. She giggled as she freed his cock, stroked it from tip to shaft a few times admiring his incredible body and then she took it whole in her mouth.

  His head was rolled back and his eyes closed as she worked his cock with her mouth. It’s hard to stop something that feels so good but he wanted to please her as much as she did him so after a few minutes, he gently pushed her shoulders back as he moved his hips backward. She looked up at him confused. He helped her to her feet and she slipped out of her top while he slowly removed her bottoms. He picked her up and carried her to the bed.

  He laid her naked body down and stood there for a moment admiring her. He wanted to remember her exactly as she was now. She was perfect. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts into the air, indicating her growing desire to become one. He smiled and again kissed her deeply as he moved his body onto hers. He entered her while they kissed and he could feel the slight pause in her reciprocation during the initial thrust but very soon they fell into the slow rhythm of their bodies enjoying each other. He his hands caressed her as they continued to move back and forth. Only when he could not hold back anymore did his speed increase enough that they both came together. He then gave her a long, deep kiss as he lay there inside her. She was perfectly happy and so grateful for the physical satisfaction.

  They laid in bed just enjoying their nakedness but soon she was once again feeling her lower half stir. She rolled on top of him and began to kiss his body starting at his mouth and slowly working her way down. This time when he entered her it was more intense with him being faster in speed and harder in his thrusts. She was moaning and cursing because it felt so good. She began to tell him how much she loved him being in her, which began to turn him on even more. She was thrilled when with one swift motion, he pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her back onto her knees and entered her from behind. They were doggy style and the tips of her nipples were rubbing against the sheets as she bounced back and forth feeling him plunge into her turning her on even more. He put his hands on her hips and began to guide her movements. She was begging him to make her cum when he put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks as he began to slam into her. She was once again cursing and begging him to make her cum. It wasn’t long before they came together and fell on the bed in a heap of naked sweat.

  They went on this way for hours. It was intimate and then animalistic and every time was a new and different experience. This wonderful man knew that he would never get to love her again so he had to experience all the ways you can love someone in one night. He left in the morning after no sleep but both of their bodies could take no more. They kissed at the door and she held his hand until he walked a few steps and they could no longer touch. She watched him walk away, leaned her head against the door frame, took a deep breath and turned back inside to get ready for her flight home.

  It was a perfect night and it was a memory she would hang on to until the day she met her true love. The island bartender was a kind and gentle man who knew how to make love to a woman slowly, repeatedly and wonderfully. But that’s how you know when you have meet your true love. Once the real thing comes along, all those moments before fade away into wisps of memories resembling that alcoholic fog and the new experiences that replace them are sharp, crisp images of every detail of the man you would gladly give up any other for. She would always be grateful for the kind bartender who helped her through that night but she was ready to replace his memory with those of the new man for whom she had waited so long and let the bartender slip into the fog of a past that was ready to be forgotten.

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  DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 52

  Sam Horner remembered when you used to have to wine a dine a woman to get her to sleep with you. Three dates at the minimum, sometimes more, and then maybe you’d get lucky. But not anymore. These days it seems like all you had to do is buy a young woman a drink or two and you’ve got a fifty-fifty shot of jumping in the sack.

  And not only that, but women seemed more willing to get freaky than ever before. And earlier in the relationship too. It used to be that you’d have to make a woman feel comfortable with you before getting really nasty. A couple sessions of regular, straight sex, maybe with a little bit of oral, and then you would get progressively more and more nasty as the weeks and months wore on.

  But no more.

  Nowadays, chances are the first time you jump into bed with a young woman, she’s going to let you (or better yet, ask you) to do things it used to take years to build up to.

  Not that Sam is complaining, mind you. Personally, he liked it much better this way than the old way. Especially after he met a young woman who was a true freak, willing to do the kinds of things you’d only see in porn. And throw in the fact that she had the face of a true slut, the body of an fitness freak and the attitude of a pornstar, and he’d be the first to admit that he’s one hell of a lucky dude.

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  Her name was Holly and she was exactly how Sam liked his women. 21 years old, thin and athletic, dark hair, lots of tattoos, tight ass, long, sculpted legs, good sized but not too enormous tits, and a face that just screamed slut. Not particularly cute but still hot, she looked like the kind of girl that would get nasty in all the right ways. A little on the white trash side, but that just turned him on even more.

  They met at a bar one night. They were both out with friends and somehow started talking. He didn’t remember the conversation at all but it must have went well, as right before her friends dragged her out to a different bar with them Holly gave Sam her address and asked him to come over the next evening to hang out. He told her he’d love to and then she took off.

  Sam showed up at 6PM the next evening not knowing what to expect. But as soon as Holly answered the door it was obvious what was going on. She was wearing a red fishnet top over a black bra, a pair of tight-fitting black shorts that left very little to the imagination, and a pair of knee-high black boots. Nothing else.

  His cock immediately started to rise.

  “For some reason I feel overdressed,” Sam said, flashing her a little smile as he walked in.

  “Don’t worry,” Holly said, closing the door behind him. She leaned up against him and looked him in the eyes. She ran her hand down his chest, over his stomach and settled on his cock. “I’ll take care of that soon enough.”

  “You don’t waste any time, do you?” he said, laughing.

  “What can I say?” Holly replied. “I know what I want.” She gave his cock squeeze. “And from what I can tell, you want it too. I don’t see why we shouldn’t just get right down to it. Unless, of course, you aren’t comfortable with that.”

  “It’s fine with me.”

  “I thought you’d feel that way,” she said, undoing his zipper. “Now let’s see what you’re pa
cking down there.”

  Holly dropped down to her knees and pulled his pants off while Sam slipped out of his shirt. His cock was sticking straight out, hard enough to hammer nails. Sam had a pretty big cock. It was right around 7 inches long but thicker than most. Plenty big enough for even the sluttiest of girls out there. Which was a list that Holly was near the top of, from what he could tell.

  Her eyes widened when she saw it out in the open.

  “Well, what do you think?” Sam asked, taunting her just a bit.

  “Not bad, not bad at all,” she said. “Of course, size doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do with it.” She pulled her gaze from his cock and looked up at him. “Do you?”

  “I do,” he said. “The real question is: Do you?”

  She scoffed. “Please. Just watch me.”

  Without further ado, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened her mouth, and slipped his cock inside. She sucked on the tip and stroked his shaft at the same time, working slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, her mouth dropping further and further down his cock with every thrust.

  Holly’s head was bouncing forward and back, moving faster and faster. Her hair was flying everywhere. She took his cock three-quarters of the way down her throat and held it there for a good five seconds, maintaining eye contact the entire time, before gagging and pulling her head back.

  Holly took a single deep breath, then gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit it on his cock. Still staring up at him with an evil little smile on her face, she jerked him off.

  “Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked. “Do you like seeing it planted in my pretty little mouth?”

  Smiling back at her, he nodded.

  “Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Holly said. “Just wait till you see what else I can do.”