24 Aggressive & Filthy Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  Turning her upper body so she was looking back at me, Laura said, “I need your cock. Please give it to me. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “If you insist,” I said, smiling wryly. I climbed onto the couch and shuffled over towards Laura until I was poised directly behind her. It was a wide couch, allowing me to straddle her doggy style with both my knees on the couch. I stared down at her ass for a few seconds, marveling at its perfection, before grabbing ahold of my hard cock and sliding it inside her pussy.

  I didn’t waste any time at all, slamming my cock deep inside Laura’s pussy immediately, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, my balls slapping up against the underside of her pussy with every thrust as I hammered my cock into her.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Laura groaned. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours.”

  So I did, gradually increasing the intensity until I was slamming my body into Laura’s hard enough that she was flinching with every thrust. Low moans and excited squeals escaped from her mouth, combining with my grunts and the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together to create a symphony of sex.

  I paused for a moment to climb to my feet, switching up the angle of penetration and giving me more leverage. Squatting down, my body hovering over Laura’s, I proceeded to pummel her more aggressively. Her entire body moved forward every time we came together and wet, smacking sounds filled the room.

  Laura’s moans had grown in intensity; she was grunting like a crazed animal in between deep breaths. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, causing her spine and shoulder blades to press against her skin, which turned me on like crazy. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders and used them to pull her body back towards me with every thrust, allowing me to pummel her like never before.

  “Holy fuck!” she screamed. “Just like that, just like that! Fuck me with that huge cock of yours! Fill up my dirty little snatch. Fill it up and make me scream!”

  The combination of Laura’s dirty talking, the pure pleasure on her face, and the physical sensation of fucking the shit out of her were pushing the limits of my self-control. I simply couldn’t continue hammering away at her like this without cumming. So I yanked my cock out of her pussy and scooted backwards to avoid shooting my load right then and there.

  Laura spun let out a disappointed moan and turned to face me. “What happened?” she said.

  “I just couldn’t take it anymore,” I said.

  Once she figured out what I meant she started laughing. “You were going to cum already?”

  “Any longer and I would have,” I said.

  She flashed me a sly look. “I told you that I knew my way around the bedroom.”

  “You certainly did.”

  “Well it’s a good thing you backed away then, because I need more of your cock. I would have been pissed if you were finished up that soon.”

  “So would have I,” I said.

  “Then I guess we’ll just have to find something for you to do that doesn’t leave you in any danger of cumming.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I said. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Lie down on your back and you’ll find out.”

  Grinning widely, I did as I was told, stretching my legs out on the couch so my back was on the cushions and my eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

  Laura stood on the couch and walked the length of it until she was hovering directly over my face, her legs spread, one foot on either side of my head.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, fingering herself while looking down at me.

  “Hell yes,” I said. “Bring it on.”

  “If you insist,” Laura said, falling to her knees and dropping her pussy onto my face.

  At first she just sat there, not moving at all, smothering me with her flesh. After a good 10 seconds, she raised up just a little bit, giving me a few moments to catch my breath before dropping her pussy back onto me.

  This time she moved back and forth, grinding on my face, getting me all wet with her sweet, pungent pussy juices.

  “Stick out your tongue,” Laura said.

  I obliged willingly.

  Laura spread her ass cheeks with her hands, giving me deeper access to her insides. “That’s a good boy,” she said, riding my tongue with her pussy. “Get in there. There you go. Don’t be shy. As deep as you can.”

  While I ate her out, my cock was rock hard and sticking straight up, pointed towards the ceiling. I grabbed ahold of it and started to stroke it, succumbing to the inability to leave my hard cock unattended for more than a few seconds.

  But Laura didn’t want to be left out of the fun.

  Leaving her pussy planted firmly on my face, she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. She proceeded to blow me while I tongue-fucked her, both of us gradually increasing the intensity until Laura was slobbering all over my cock as I attacked her pussy with everything I had.

  It wasn’t long before I was dying to stick my cock into Laura’s pussy again. So I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off me, tossing her down onto the couch as she laughed and let out a joyful little scream and gave me a smack on the leg.

  “Getting a little frisky, huh?” I said.

  “Just a little,” she replied.

  “Then come on up and sit on my lap,” I said. “I’ll help settle you down.”

  “Oh, I seriously doubt that,” Laura said, laughing some more.

  As I repositioned myself so I was sitting normally on the couch, Laura climbed up and straddled me, her knees bents, her shins on the couch, and her ass resting just in front of my cock. She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue darting around in my mouth while I fondled her tits.

  We made out a for a little, enjoying a little bit of downtime, letting ourselves recover and catch our breath. Once that was taken care of, Laura reached back and grabbed ahold of my shaft, lifted her hips up just a bit, and slid my cock into her pussy.

  Keeping her lips attached to mine, Laura rode my cock, gently at first, moving around in slow, rhythmic circles. I let out a soft groan. There was something about making out while fucking that really got me going.

  Laura seemed turned on by it more than normal too and soon started moving more quickly against me, rocking her body back and forth while keeping my cock planted deep inside her pussy.

  I responded by going after her tits with more vigor, squeezing them tighter and tweaking her nipples with my fingertips.

  From there she upped the ante, breaking off the kiss and leaning back, allowing her to bounce up and down and my cock more forcefully.

  I replied by rubbing her clit with my fingers.

  It went on like this for a while, each of us trying to outdo the other. She would lean back, changing the angle of penetration and I would grab her asscheeks and spread them wide to allow my cock deeper entry inside of her. She would reach back and fondle my balls and I would grab ahold of her hair and give it a yank. She would lean forward and put her hands on my chest to give herself more leverage and I would rise up and take her nipple in my mouth and chew on it.

  We continued like this for a few minutes before I’d had enough. I felt like I was going to burst at the seams. It was time to take control and finish Laura off, once and for all.

  Without saying a word, I wrapped one arm around her waist and held her chest tight against mine, then climbed to my feet.

  As Laura giggled, I stood up, turned around, and dropped her onto the couch, falling atop her, my cock remaining inside her pussy the entire time.

  She let out a sharp gasp as I slammed my cock into her, not holding back at all as I entered the final stretch. I was leaning into her, my hands gripping the back of the couch for leverage.

  “Harder,” Laura said in between gasping breaths. “Fuck me harder. I can take it.”

  So I do, fucking 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 secon
d or two before pulling it back it to slam it back into her again.

  “There you go,” Laura said. “Give it to me deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of your cock.”

  I shifted my body to give myself more leverage and pushed even harder, shoving my cock as deep as it would go. Laura let out a loud yelp followed by a series of low moans, then pushed back against me, forcing me even deeper inside her.

  I held my cock there, all the way inside her, our bodies grinding against each other, for a good five seconds before she yanked her body back, pulling my cock out of her pussy.

  Laura’s hand flew down to her clit and she started rubbing it vigorously, groaning more loudly with every passing second until she came again, her pussy squirting juices as her legs shivered.

  I barely gave her a chance to recover before sliding my cock back inside her. I grabbed her ankles and shoved her legs back towards her head, folding her in half. Holding her ankles next to her head, I pounded her pussy with everything I had, grunting with every thrust, my body slamming into hers hard enough to make the entire couch move.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Laura screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  I slammed into her harder, crushing her, trying to break her in two. She was holding her own legs back now, so I climbed up onto the couch, giving myself even more leverage over her.

  Time seemed to stretch as I fucked her like a madman, slamming my cock as deep as it would go, my face right above hers. I was staring down at her and she staring right back at me, holding my gaze, her eyes conveying her pleasure more concisely than words ever could.

  It was this excitement in her eyes that put me over the edge.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath.

  “Are you gonna cum?” Laura said, barely able to speak between gasping breaths.

  I nodded.

  “Cum inside me,” she said, still staring directly at me. “I want you to fill me up.”

  I couldn’t turn down a request like that, so I hammered my cock into her a few more times before my body tightened for a split-second before releasing, the built-up pressure leaving my body in a series of jerking spasms, my cock thrusting into her multiple times as I shot my load into her pussy.

  After I was done, I climbed up onto the couch and flopped down next to Laura.

  “Well, what do you think?” she said, turning towards me, her hair mussed up, her makeup spotty and her face still red from exertion.

  “I think you’re amazing,” I said.

  “Yeah, you’re not too bad yourself,” she replied.

  “Thanks,” I said. “But I can’t say it was my best performance.”

  “That’s okay, it wasn’t mine either. But considering it was our first time together, it was a pretty solid session.”

  “Yes it was.”

  “Of course, it’ll be even better next time,” Laura said, smiling at me.

  “It most certainly will,” I replied, returning her grin.

  Laura hopped off the couch and gathered her clothes and started putting on her bra. “Well, I should get back before I’m missed,” she said.

  “So should I,” I replied, standing up too. But instead of putting my clothes on, I reached out and undid her bra.

  “What are you doing?” Laura said, pretending to sound confused, but her tone and the look on her face betrayed the truth.

  “You know exactly what I’m doing,” I said, spinning her around and pressing her face-up against the wall.

  “Are you ready to go again already?”

  “Yep,” I said, kissing her neck and pressing my body up against her ass. “I can go all night long.”

  “No shit?”

  “No shit,” I said as I slid my hand down her stomach and started rubbing her pussy.

  “Damn,” Laura said, letting out a little groan. “Where have you been my whole life?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’m here now.”

  Smiling, I went back to work. In the back of my mind I was thinking I’d have to make sure I made my way back to Phoenix a couple times a year. I couldn’t let a girl like Laura go to waste. I’d just found a new filthy slut.

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  AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 39

  Sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don’t. That’s the essence of life, right? Sometimes you want one thing and sometimes another. Whether it’s food or alcohol or music or television, you’re always in the mood for different things, right? Why should sex be any different? I mean, seriously, think about how many poor souls out there have the same exact sex they’ve been having for years? More than want to admit it, no doubt. And why? Because they’re afraid their partner is going to get pissed if they ask them to try something different? Or they’re afraid of what it will lead to if their partner isn’t on board? Or the embarrassment their partner might make them feel the next morning if things don’t turn out the way they’d hoped?

  Most couples have enough problems communicating on regular, everyday, out-in-the-open things. How the hell do they expect to communicate when it comes to sex? And if one is a prude, or has low self-esteem in the bedroom, or is just plain too busy to have enough energy for sex? What then? Ho-hum, another couple minutes of missionary position and then let’s go to sleep, that’s what.

  But not me. No way, no how. I get what I want, when I want it, and how I want it. How, you may ask? Well, I pay for it, that’s how. And before you go yelling at me about the ethics of paying for sex, first of all, I ask, why the fuck do you care about how I live my life? And second, I’ll tell you that everyone pays for sex in one way or another. Whether it be by paying for dinner or the movies or rent or even in just emotional currency, the fact is, everyone pays. That I pay cash by the hour is really no different than how everyone pays for it. But you know what is different? I get my money’s worth. Every time.

  And if I feel like something specific that day—say, a tall leggy blonde who enjoys sucking cock—all I have to do is tell the person on the other end of the line what I’m looking for. And I get it. Just like that. Pretty cool if you ask me. No awkward pauses, no looking for a way to broach difficult subjects, no opening yourself up to embarrassment from the person you’re asking to try something different. I honestly don’t understand why more people don’t go this route. You get a hot chick, exactly how you want her to look, and you get to do exactly what you want to do to her in the manner in which you choose. What more could you possibly ask for?

  Take anal sex, for example. Can you imagine asking someone you’ve been in a relationship with for ten years and haven’t ever gotten anything more risky than a blowjob from if you can stick your cock in their ass? Good luck with that. If you’re lucky they’ll just laugh or you and think you’re joking. Or maybe just look at you as if you’re crazy. And if you’re unlucky they’ll never look at you the same way again, or worse yet, kick you out of the house. It just isn’t worth the risk. Not by a long shot.

  But me, if I feel like giving anal sex a try, all I have to do is make a phone call and ask to have a girl sent to me that loves taking it in the ass. No fuss, no hassle, no problem. Nothing beats it, I tell you. Well, I have been telling you, but nobody listens. Oh well, one day you’ll see the light. Until then, I’ll continue to regale you with tales of my own escapades. At least you can live vicariously through me instead of just groping around in the dark (although a few of you are probably doing that while living vicariously through me.) So without further ado, I give to a tale of anal sex, involving me and a hot, skinny, crazy girl who just loves it in the ass.

  For those of you who were expecting something different, a relationship of some kind, or professions of love, or snuggling or cuddling or whatever, consider yourself warned. There’s none of that in here. Just hot, nasty (and in this case, anal) sex. For those of you haters who complain that the scenes are too short or there’s not enough plot or characterization, what can I say? The stories are what they are. Tales of sex with various escorts I’ve had
the pleasure of hooking up with over the years. I’ve never claimed that these stories are anything other than what they are. If they’re not for you, I’m sorry. If they are, you’re welcome. I hope you enjoy reading them as much I enjoyed experiencing them. Here we go.

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  Not only am I in the mood for anal, I’m in the mood for some dirty, nasty anal. So when I make my phone call I tell the voice on the other side of the line that I’m looking for the dirtiest anal whore he can conjure up. The voice tells me they know just the girl, and that she’ll be right over.

  Thirty minutes later there’s a knock on the door. I open it she walks in.

  She’s wearing a tiny little neon pink red dress that barely covers her ass. No bra, revealing small, perky tits with firm nipples poking through the material. Her legs seen to go on forever; tan and skinny but well-defined, ending in 3-inch fuck-me heels. Short, disheveled blonde hair, barely down to her shoulders, blue eyes with a hint of crazy, ringed in black eye shadow. Small nose, thin lips with plenty of lipstick (the color matches her dress) and a look on her face that says she’s ready and willing to get nasty. A nasty anal whore, plain and simple, just like I asked for. She’s eyeing me like a piece of meat, her head tilted slightly and a tiny scowl on her lips.

  My cock is rock-hard just looking at her. I pull it out and begin stroking it. That’s the beauty of hiring escorts; no need to mess around, talk things through, or waste any time. You both know what they’re here for; might as well take full advantage of your limited time and get right down to business.

  She flashes a dirty little knowing smile then drops to her knees and starts crawling towards me, her ass up in the air, moving from side-to-side in exaggerated swivels, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. She stops a few feet away from where I’m standing and turns so she’s sitting on the floor, facing me.