24 Aggressive & Filthy Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  “About as well as it did the first couple times I tried it,” I say. “Which is why I gave you a call.”

  “And I’m glad that you did,” Bailey says, sliding her pants on and then slipping her shirt over her shoulders.

  “Oh, you’re just saying that to be nice,” I say.

  “No I’m not,” she says. “Trust me, I don’t bother saying things I don’t mean.” She leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then heads for the door. “I had fun, I really did.”

  The funny thing is, I actually believe her. Not that it matters though. Even if she is telling the truth I’m still gonna have to pay her if I want to fuck her again. Which is exactly how I want it, to be honest. No games, no bullshit, no messy emotions. Just sex, with no strings attached. Once you got past the money part, of course.

  Bailey flashes me one last smile then exits the room. And just like that, she’s gone. And so am I. Until next time, of course. Which isn’t going to be too long from now. Whether you like it or not, I’m back in the saddle again. Or something like that.

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  AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 27

  It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Heather Thompson saw Amber’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. Heather was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from her living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of her and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by her feet. All around her were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.

  Heather lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as she watched Amber’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. Amber climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to Heather’s patio.

  Amber was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. Heather noticed right away that Amber was walking with more urgency than usual, as though Amber was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

  As Amber got closer, Heather could see that Amber’s hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. Amber was pissed off, all right. That was certain. Heather found himself wondering what had happened but knew she wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since Heather had moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into Amber’s personal life as she passed by Heather’s patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, Heather didn’t know if Amber even knew her name.

  But, as it turned out, Amber did know it. And not only that, but Amber made the first move, even though Heather didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in Heather’s direction as Amber approached the entrance to Heather’s left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.

  “You’re Heather, right?”

  Heather nodded, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

  “I’m Amber.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  Amber’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that Heather knew who she was.

  “You got any more of those smokes?” Amber asked.

  “About half a pack,” Heather replied.

  “You mind if I join you for a couple?”

  “Not at all,” Heather said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through her system.

  “Cool,” Amber said, climbing through the bushes towards Heather’s patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”

  Amber made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of Heather’s little patio table. Heather shook a cigarette out and handed it to Amber. Heather flicked her lighter open, lit Amber’s cigarette and then Heather’s own. Then Heather grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered Amber one.

  “Thanks,” Amber said.

  “My pleasure,” Heather replied.

  Amber took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. Amber leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Heather didn’t want to stare at Amber but found it exceedingly difficult not to. Amber was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way Amber held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.

  Heather was getting excited just from looking at Amber. Which was weird, because she normally wasn’t really all that into other girls. She liked dick too much. But she had made exceptions before and was sure she would again, especially if the opportunity arose with Amber.

  “I didn’t know you smoked,” Heather said, trying to steer her mind out of the gutter.

  “I don’t,” Amber said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”

  “I take it tonight is one of those nights?”

  “It certainly is.”

  “Guy trouble?”

  “Something like that.”

  “You want to talk about it?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “Fair enough.”

  Amber took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”

  “It’s just not my thing,” Heather said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next gal, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”

  “Well, that’s a shame,” Amber said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” Amber finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”

  Heather nearly spit her beer all over the table.

  “Oh, did that get your attention?” Amber said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

  “Maybe just a little,” Heather said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

  Amber’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”

  “About what?” Heather replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, she barely even knew Amber.

  “About coming back to my place,” Amber said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”

  Containing her excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Heather said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”

  “It does,” Amber said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”

  #

  Five minutes later they were in Amber’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.

  “I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jose Cuervo,” Amber said, extending her hand towards the bottle.

  Heather nodded towards it. “Hello there, jose.”

  “Have you two met before?”

  “Once or twice,” Heather said.

  “Jose is one of my best friends,” Amber said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into wine or mixed drinks, but not me. Nope, when I want to get good and trashed I prefer my good friend Jose Cuervo. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” Amber held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that rig
ht, Jose?”

  Heather eyed Amber wearily, wondering what she’d gotten herself into. And whether or not it was too late to get herself out of it. Or if she even wanted to. Heather had been with a couple of women over the years, but they’d mostly been brief experiments, and always with good friends. Nothing like this had never happened to her before, not even close. And while she wasn’t opposed to it, Heather certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.

  But before Heather could settle on a course of action, Amber took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Heather grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.

  “Bottoms up,” Amber said, effortlessly shooting the tequila.

  Heather did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.

  Amber laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.

  “Yeah.”

  “You sure? It didn’t look like Jose treated you all that nicely.”

  “I’ll be fine,” Heather said. And to prove it, she grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.

  “Not bad,” Amber said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Amber eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Heather wasn’t sure if the butterflies in her stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.

  Oh well, Heather thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.

  #

  Six shots later and Heather was starting to feel the effects of the tequila. Nothing too serious yet, but she knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes she would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.

  Amber was feeling it too. Heather could see it in Amber’s eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards Heather and clamped them onto Heather’s own. Amber’s tongue darted into Heather’s mouth and she replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.

  Just go with the flow, Heather told himself. And she did, following Amber’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. Heather was just starting to wonder if she should take the lead into the next phase when Amber pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Cuervo, and took a swig straight from the bottle.

  “So what do you say, Heather? Do you think you can give me what I need?” Amber asked in a drunken tilt, handing the bottle over to Heather.

  “That depends on what it is, I guess,” Heather said.

  “I need to get fucked.”

  Heather smiled took a drink. “I don’t think I can help you out with that.”

  “Oh, I think you’re mistaken about that. I think you can help me. If you want to.”

  “I seem to be missing one important piece of the puzzle,” Heather said. “You know, like the most important piece of the puzzle if you want to fuck someone else.”

  “What? You mean a cock?” Amber asked, smiling.

  “Uh, yeah,” Heather said, smiling back despite herself.

  “Oh, the cock is the easiest thing in the world to replace,” Amber said. “I’ve got a strap-on with your name on it in my room right now if that’s the only thing holding you back.”

  “Well, it’s not the only thing,” Heather said.

  “So you don’t want to fuck me?” Amber asked. “Is that what your saying?”

  But before Heather could formulate an answer, Amber spoke up again.

  “Because I don’t believe you one bit,” Amber added. “Not the way that this night has played out. No, I think . . . I know that you want to fuck me, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.”

  She was right, of course. Heather wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or not, but she did want to fuck Amber. Badly. And not only that, but she wanted to get fucked by Amber too. Of that there was no doubt. So she said as much.

  “Fine, you got me,” Heather said. “I do want to fuck you. But not only that . . ” She trailed off before finishing, for some reason feeling embarrassed.

  “But you want me to fuck you as well, don’t you?” Amber said.

  Heather nodded sheepishly.

  “Then it sounds like we have a deal,” Amber said. “You strap-on one of my dildos and fuck me, and once that’s over, we’ll switch places and I’ll fuck you. What do you say?”

  “Ah, fuck it,” Heather said. “What the hell. Let’s do it.”

  “Great!” Amber said. “But just so you know, I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that. I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Getting it and giving it. Can you handle that?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”

  Heather took another swig of the tequila, then said, “Positive.” And she almost believed it.

  Smiling, Amber said, “Great. Then hold on one second.” She grabbed the bottle out of Heather’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and left the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding a strap-on in her hand that was holding a monster, 9-inch cock.

  “Holy shit that’s big,” Heather said.

  “Yeah, I’m in that kind of mood. You can pick a smaller one when it’s your turn if you want.”

  Before Heather could answer, Amber dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen.

  “Whoa,” Heather said. “Wait a second—”

  “It’s too late now,” Amber said as she yanked Heather’s jeans open and pulled them and Heather’s panties off without any hint of gentleness. “Now step into the and strap it on,” she said. “I’m desperate to get fucked.”

  Laughing softly, Heather did as she was told. There was no use trying to fight back, Amber was some kind of force of nature; there was no way to deny her, so the best course of action was to go with the flow. And besides, Heather was pretty fucking excited at the prospect of the evening.

  Heather had just got the dildo strapped on tight when Amber wrapped her lips around Heather’s new cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, amazing Heather with her aggression and dexterity.

  Amber held her position—deepthroating the dildo, hands gripping Heather’s ass, nose touching Heather’s stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of Amber’s hands went to the base of the dildo and grabbed on tight and started aggressively jerking Heather off while Amber’s other hand went between Heather’s legs and thrust two fingers into Heather’s pussy.

  Looking up at Heather, Amber said “You like that? You like it when I bang your pussy while I jerk you off. Does that turn you on?”

  Strangely, it did turn Heather on. Much more than she would have imagined. So much so that she only nodded, afraid of what her voice would sound like if she tried to talk.

  But Amber was having none of that. Amber knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.

  “Say it,” Amber said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”

  “I love it,” Heather said.

  “Say it like you mean it,” Amber snapped.

  “I love it,” Heather said, more forcefully this time.

  “Damn right you do,” Amber shot back, her hand still working Heather’s dildo, treating as though it was a real cock. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you?” Amber added. “You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

  “Yes,” Heather replied.

  “Tell me what you want,” Amber said.

  Heather was buzzing pretty hard from the Jose Cuervo but not quite hard enough to completely get over feeling self-conscious about the situation, so she reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though she knew it wouldn’t effect her immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes she�
�d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of Amber’s mouth gave her enough courage to say the words.

  “I want you to deepthroat me,” Heather said.

  “Not very convincing,” Amber said.

  Heather took another swig of tequila. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”

  “Close,” Amber said, the slightly psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corners of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”

  Fuck it, Heather thought. No reason to hold back now.

  One more swig of the Cuervo, then, “Choke on my cock you fucking slut.”

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Amber said, smiling like the devil.

  Amber slapped Heather’s cock against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing the dildo, her lips moving up and down Heather’s shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, choking noises coming from Amber’s mouth as she took Heather’s cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then Amber’s hands were again gripping Heather’s ass cheeks and the dildo completely disappeared in Amber’s mouth.

  “Ho-ly shit,” Heather said as Amber held the dildo in her throat for what seemed like an eternity.

  Amber’s eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off Heather’s cock.

  Amber took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on Heather’s cock and started jerking it some more. Copious amounts of saliva covered the dildo making it slippery as hell.

  Amber shifted positions, sliding her body further beneath Heather, and started licking Heather’s pussy.

  “Holy crap,” Heather said. The sensation was incredible, and it turned her legs into jelly, forcing her to grab ahold of the counter top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.

  After a little while, Amber was climbing to her feet. She put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out towards Heather. Amber reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string, which she promptly wiggled out of. As Heather watched, it dropped to the floor. Amber stepped out of it, her heels clicking on the hard kitchen tiles.