24 AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY STORIES
Heather Monroe
Copyright 2018 by Heather Monroe
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, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 25
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 26
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 27
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 28
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 29
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 30
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 31
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 32
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 33
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 34
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 35
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 36
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 37
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 38
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 39
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 40
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 41
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 42
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 43
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 44
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 45
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 46
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 47
AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 48
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AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 25
Tommy Carter’s sexual education began innocently enough. It was the summer after he’d graduated from high school and he was out for a jog, trying to get himself in some sort of decent shape before heading off to college in the fall. It was just past 9AM and he was half a mile from his house, jogging alongside the man-made lake at the center of the housing complex where he’d lived with his parents for his entire life.
It was a jog he’d made hundreds of times over the years and he’d seen nothing but familiar faces along the way, mostly 40-something year-old friends of his parents working their way through their respective mid-life crisis’s by trying to shed a couple extra pounds. He nodded to them all and they nodded back in the cordial manner of joggers everywhere, acknowledging each other but not wasting any precious breath by expelling any words from their mouths. All in all it was a completely unremarkable jog, with nothing out of the ordinary.
Until she came along.
Tommy was less than two blocks from his house when he saw an unfamiliar figure heading towards him.
She was unlike any woman he’d ever seen in person. It was obvious she was older than him by at least ten years—and possibly even more—but she had the body of twenty-two year old stripper. Rock-hard from head to toe, she had impossibly long legs, washboard abs, breasts that were large but not freakishly huge and way too perky to be real (not that he minded one bit) plus perfectly toned but not over-muscular arms. He couldn’t see her ass yet but he knew it would be tight enough to bounce quarters off of, based on the rest of her body. She had an elegant, attractive face, with sharp lines, big brown eyes, a small nose, and full lips. Long, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and tanned skin.
It was obvious from first glance that this was not some cute, soft woman out for a weekly jog. You don’t get a body like that without hours and hours in the gym every day. Especially not at her age. She had an edge, a hunger that needed to be constantly satiated. It was apparent in her eyes, which scanned Tommy like a piece of meat as they approached each other.
Tommy didn’t want to stare but he couldn’t look away. He was transfixed just as much by the way she carried herself as how she looked. She knew she was the shit, knew that all men stared at her, knew that they would dream of her every night for the rest of their lives. And not only did she know it but she loved it, soaking up the attention the way a sponge soaks up water. She was hot and untouchable and dismissive and still somehow inviting all at once.
In a word, she was perfect.
They were just about to pass each other when she flashed a seductive little smile at Tommy. He quickly smiled back, trying not to be too goofy about it. He gave her a nod, which she returned, and continued with his jog, trying to play it cool.
A few strides later he turned around to catch one last glimpse of her and saw that she’d done the exact same thing at the exact same time. Realizing he’d been caught dead to rights he decided to play it up. So he turned and started jogging backwards, a big smile planted on his face.
She surprised him by doing the same thing, both of them jogging backwards and smiling while they got further and further away from each other.
His mind abuzz with possibilities, Tommy had just started to turn back around and continue running normally when his heel caught in the pavement, spilling him onto his ass. He hit the ground and skidded backwards a bit, scraping his palm as he tried to break his fall. He finally came to a stop and just lay back on the cool cement, his face looking up towards the brilliant blue morning sky, trying to bite down on his embarrassment.
A couple of seconds later he heard the patter of insistent footsteps on the pavement. He realized they were growing closer to him. He looked over and saw the woman he’d just passed heading towards him. Her face was a mixture of horror and hilarity, like she knew she shouldn’t be laughing but couldn’t hold it in.
She stopped just above Tommy, close enough that he could see her skimpy black panties under her loose running shorts. He felt an immediate stirring in his groin so he forced himself to tear his eyes from her legs and looked up the length of her tight body standing over him.
But that just made things worse. He closed his eyes and quickly sat up at the waist to hide the rapidly growing tent in his shorts.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” she asked in a strangely seductive, slightly raspy voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tommy replied, opening his eyes to find that they were right at the same level as the front of her shorts. He quickly looked away but not before another jolt of electricity had shot down his spine. He dropped his hands to his waist to cover his now rock-hard cock. So far, she seemed oblivious to his horn-dog tendencies. But he knew if he stood up he wouldn’t be able to hide it any longer.
“Are you sure?” she said. “That looked like it hurt.”
“It did,” Tommy said. “But it’s not that big of a deal.”
She covered her mouth with her hand to try to hide the little giggle escaping from her throat. She wasn’t successful. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t be laughing, it’s just—”
“No problem,” Tommy said, a smile playing on his lips. “It must have looked pretty damn funny.”
“Yeah, it kind of was,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, it was horrifying to see you go down like that, but it was hilarious too.”
“I’m sure it was.”
She held out her hand and Tommy instinctively reached for it before stopping himself. If he stood up now he’d be busted for sure. His excitement hadn’t abated one bit and it was showing in his pants. There was absolutely no way to hide it, not with the thin, flexible material of the running shorts he was wearing.
“Thanks, but I’m good,” he said. “I think I’ll just sit down here for a minute of two. Catch my breath.”
“Don’t be silly,” she said, reaching down and grabbing ahold of his hand before he could react. Her grip was powerful, far stronger than he would have figured. She was strong too, pulling him to his feet with ease.
They stood there for a moment, facing each other, their faces l
ess than a foot apart, their eyes locked on each other. Tommy was about to thank her for her help when she glanced down towards the massive bulge in his pants. Tommy could feel the blood immediately rush to his face and he looked off into the distance, unsure of what to do.
“Ahhh, now I understand why you didn’t want to stand up,” she said, stifling a smile. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem upset. In fact, if anything, she sounded intrigued. But he figured that was nothing more than wishful thinking on his part.
Tommy shrugged, embarrassed beyond all belief but knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do about it except play it out like it didn’t bother him.
Looking directly at him, not shying away at all, she said, “I don’t know why you’re so worried. From the looks of things you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” Her eyes flicked down towards his groin for a moment and she laughed under her breath. “Not at all.”
Tommy cleared his throat, unsure of what to say or how to react. He was completely frozen by her comment. It was so far from what he was expecting to hear from her that he had no clue how to respond.
Before he could come up with anything she took matters into her own hands. Literally. Reaching down, she grabbed ahold of his cock and gave it a squeeze.
“Wow,” she said. “Very impressive.”
Tommy swallowed hard, managed to squeak a meager “thanks” out of his mouth.
She flashed an amused grin in his direction. “A little shy, are we?”
“Not normally,” he said. “But right now? A little, yeah.”
“That’s too bad,” she said as she started walking backwards away from him.
“Why’s that?” Tommy said.
“Because I’ve been pretty lonely lately,” she said, her smile growing wider as she moved further away from him. “And I could use a little company. Unless, of course, you’re too shy to hang out with me.”
“Oh, I think I can get over it.”
She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Positive” he said, displaying a boldness that he didn’t normally portray.
“Then follow me,” she said. She turned and jogged away.
Staring at her ass as she grew further away, Tommy thought for a moment that he was dreaming. He was afraid to pinch himself in case he might wake up but figured it was better to find out now than later on, once things got closer to fruition. So he grabbed some skin above his arm and gave it a good squeeze and then a twist. There was a little pain but nothing else. He was definitely awake. He wondered what he’d done to deserve such good luck and decided not to think about it too much and just go with the flow. Laughing under his breath, he started after her.
It was difficult for Tommy to run with his cock sticking straight out, so he tucked it up underneath his waistband. It didn’t help much, but it was enough for him to maintain a decent pace a good 30 yards behind the mystery woman.
And she was all woman, that was for sure. Her long, tan legs were so firm that they barely jiggled as her feet hit the pavement and her tight ass worked feverishly beneath her shorts. Tommy was transfixed, his eyes locked onto her backside, unable to look at anything else.
He followed her halfway around the lake, his cock still hard from excitement, his heart beating from more than just physical exertion. She hadn’t looked back but once, early on, to make sure he was still following. Now, a good five minutes later, she suddenly sped up and took a quick right turn onto a side street.
Tommy wasn’t sure if she was playing hard-to-get or testing his desire for her or just messing with him a little but he too sped up, not wanting to take any chances. He got around the house on the corner just as she took another quick right turn, cutting through an alleyway.
He kicked it into full speed, his feet pounding on the pavement as he flashed around the corner, only to find that she’d disappeared. He slammed to a stop, knowing that she hadn’t made it all the way to the end of the alley; there simply hadn’t been enough time.
He looked left, then right, then left again. There was no sign of her. But there were plenty of little nooks and crannies she could have been hiding in, so he started slowly down the alley, a big, goofy smile plastered on his face, a hunter seeking his prey.
Little did he know that he was the hunted.
Tommy was three-quarters of the way to the end of the alley and hadn’t seen any sign of her. He was starting to wonder if something very different was going on here than he thought. Was it all just some kind of a game? Had she been leading him along for kicks? Or was this just her idea of foreplay?
He was right on the verge of letting his frustration get the best of him when he heard her voice coming from behind him.
“You’re not real good at hide and seek, are you?” she said in a playful voice.
Tommy spun to find her standing right behind him, less than two feet away. “How did I miss you?”
She winked and flashed him a teasing smile. “I am a woman of many talents,” she said.
“I’m sure you are,” he replied, returning her grin.
“Care to experience a couple more of them?”
“I can’t wait.”
“Then come on,” she said, taking his hand in hers and leading him towards the garage to their right.
She went through the side door of the garage, his hand still in hers. The garage was pretty dark but he could see that it was a sea of open boxes. They were piled up on the floor, lining every wall. A few of the boxes were open at the top overflowing with various items, most of which looked to be of a sexual nature. Toys, dildos, vibrators, tubes, that sort of thing. A couple of strange-looking swing-like things hung limply from hooks on the walls. Wavy couches and lounge chairs designed for specific purposes sat idly in one corner. It was like a mini warehouse for an adults-only store.
Tommy only had a moment to wonder what the hell he was getting himself into and then they were through the door connecting the garage with the house and into the kitchen.
“Do you want some water?” she asked, going into the fridge.
“That would be great,” he said, defaulting to courtesy to mask his sudden apprehension.
But it didn’t fool her.
“Is everything okay?” she asked as she brought him a bottle of water.
“Everything’s fine,” he said. “Great actually.”
“Are you sure? You seem a little . . . I don’t know, scared.”
“Not scared,” Tommy said. “But I’m not going to lie. I’m a little uncomfortable.”
She took a long drink of her water, tilting her chin towards the ceiling and showing of her slender neck. “And why is that?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, really. I guess it’s just that it’s one thing to talk about something . . .”
“But another thing to actually do it?” she finished.
“Something like that.”
“So you’re having second thoughts?”
“Not necessarily,” Tommy said. “But . . . hell, I don’t know. It’s just weird, that’s all. I mean, this is the last position I thought I’d be in when I left the house today.”
“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, the little smile on her face betraying her amusement. She was clearing enjoying this.
“Of course not,” he said, laughing under his breath. “It’s a very good thing. But that doesn’t make it any less weird for me. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. And it’s not something that I ever expected to happen.”
“Do you think this is what I had in mind for the morning?” she asked as she hopped up onto the counter. “To go find some young stud to bring back to my house and ravage?”
He stared at her legs, unable to take his eyes off them. “I don’t know. Was it?”
“Nope. It hadn’t even entered my mind. But then we had that little incident out there by the lake, and it all became clear. It’s like it was meant to be.”
“Meant to be, huh?”
“T
hat’s right.”
“I don’t know about any of that.”
“What?” she said. “You don’t believe in fate? Providence? Anything like that?”
“Not really.”
She hopped down from the counter and started towards him. “Well, what about good luck? Do you believe in that?”
“In theory,” Tommy said as she stopped directly in front of him, less than six inches away. “But I’m usually on the other end of the spectrum when it comes to luck.”
“Well not anymore,” she said, tracing her finger down his chest. “From where I’m standing, it looks like your luck has changed.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded and dropped down to her knees. Looking up at him, she said, “Unless, of course, you want me to leave your beautiful cock alone. Is that what you want?”
Tommy gulped and shook his head.
“I didn’t think so,” she said as she pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing his still rock-hard cock. “Nope, I didn’t think so at all.”
“But I don’t even know your name,” Tommy said softly, barely able to get the words out.
“What difference does that make?” she said, taking his cock in her hand.
Tommy’s legs nearly buckled as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. She bobbed on it a few times then pulled it from her mouth. Looking up at him she jerked him off, her little smile still present.
“So what do you think?” she asked. “Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head quickly from side to side.
Laughing softly, she went back to work.
“Holy shit,” Tommy said beneath his breath as she blew him, working his cock in a variety of ways, sucking on the tip for a bit, then taking it further into her mouth, then pulling it from her mouth and licking the shaft before sliding it back into her mouth again.
She was very skilled, constantly varying the pressure and the speed to keep his excitement up but not put him in danger of going over the edge. It was by far the best blowjob that he’d ever gotten; wet and sloppy, with constant eye contact and just enough variety to keep him constantly guessing. He could only imagine what other skills she had. He hoped he’d have the opportunity to find out first-hand.
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