24 Aggressive & Filthy Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

The deeper Bonnie takes his cock in her mouth the deeper her finger penetrates his asshole, but it’s fine with him, it feels so incredible that it doesn’t bother him in the least. In fact, it’s one of the greatest sensations he’s ever experienced. It feels so fucking great that he’s ready to burst.

  But Bonnie’s not ready for that yet. She senses how close Terry is to cumming and abruptly pulls her mouth off his cock and her finger out of his asshole at the same time.

  He lets out a disappointed groan but doesn’t have time to pout, as Bonnie immediately hops to her feet and spins around so her ass is facing him. She slides her body back, lifting up her ass, then grabs ahold of his cock and holds it in place as she drops her asshole straight onto it.

  Bonnie immediately starts bouncing on Terry’s cock, taking it balls-deep into her asshole, engulfing it completely as she rides him reverse-cowgirl, her perfect ass slamming down onto him.

  He rears back and smacks her on the ass, first her left cheek, then her right. This just serves to send Bonnie into a frenzy, bouncing harder on his cock, slamming into him as hard as she can.

  Terry smacks her again, and again, and again, each slap more aggressive than the last. The sound of flesh smacking flesh fills the room along with the increasingly loud groans and screams from Bonnie.

  After a good two minutes of Bonnie riding him, Terry can’t take it anymore. He needs to be in control, at least for a little while, before he’s done.

  He grabs Bonnie by the waist, wrapping his arms around her tiny hips, holding her in place against him, his cock deep in her asshole. Then he climbs to his feet, lifting Bonnie up with him, keeping his cock inside her the whole time.

  Once he’s standing, he turns around and drops Bonnie onto the couch, still keeping his cock inside her. She scrambles onto her hands and knees, doggy-style, and turns her shoulders so she can look back at him while he fucks her.

  Terry does so with reckless abandon, standing above Bonnie, her ass in the perfect position for him to fuck her asshole from behind while standing.

  Her ass is bright red from his earlier smacking but Terry just can’t resist, so he starts slapping away at it once again, until her skin is shining bright red.

  Between Bonnie’s screams and moans of pleasure (with a little bit of discomfort mixed in there too) and Terry’s grunts and groans of exertion and the sounds of his slapping away at her ass, the room is loud enough that Terry can’t even hear himself think.

  Of course, he’s not thinking much at this point, as the rational part of his brain has taken a back seat to the animalistic frenzy of his more instinctual brain functions.

  Terry is right at the point of cumming now, maybe half a minute more and he’ll be ready to burst. So he stops slapping Bonnie’s ass and grabs ahold of her shoulders, yanking her body back into his as he slams forward, allowing him to pummel her asshole like never before.

  Terry is giving Bonnie everything he has, his body hammering against hers, bottoming out so deep at the tail-end of every thrust that he feels like his cock is going to burst out of the front of her stomach like the baby alien in that 80’s movie.

  For some sick reason this turns Terry on even further, bringing him right to the point of no return. He slams his cock into Bonnie’s asshole a couple more times, holding deep inside her every time, grinding his hips against her ass before pulling away and slamming into her once again.

  Finally he’s ready to cum.

  Cursing under his breath, Terry pulls his cock out of Bonnie’s asshole and tells her that it’s time.

  Bonnie quickly spins around, sitting on the couch so her head is at the same level as his cock. She takes his hard cock in her mouth and starts blowing him, taking him all the way down every time, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes leaking tears even as they look up at him.

  Bonnie runs her hand under his groin and roughly sticks her finger back into Terry’s asshole, working it around in there while he slams his cock in and out of her mouth.

  He grabs the back of Bonnie’s head with both hands and holds it in place while he fucks her face, her finger in his asshole matching the aggression of his cock slamming into her throat.

  And then he’s there.

  Terry hammers his cock into Bonnie’s mouth one last time, holding it deep inside her, all the way down her throat, his balls pressing up against her lips as his orgasm arrives. She returns the favor by forcing her finger deep in his asshole, past the second knuckle, and holding it there too, mimicking his cock in her throat.

  Terry lets out a gigantic shudder as his cock shoots its bounty down Bonnie’s throat, the sensation magnified tenfold by the presence of her finger in his asshole.

  Bonnie takes his seed like a champ, not gagging or coughing at all, even as his cum funnels down her throat and into her stomach.

  After he’s done cumming, Terry lets his cock slide out of Bonnie’s throat and she does the same, letting her finger slip out of his asshole, the final act of mutual degradation, at least for this evening. But based on the levels of depravity they reached this time around, Terry has a feeling he’ll be making a concerted effort to see Bonnie again sooner rather than later. And from the satisfied look on her face, he knows she feels the same way.

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  AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 42

  Sex is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s better slow and gentle, with someone you really care about and enjoy spending time outside of the bedroom with. And sometimes you just want to get slammed by a stranger.

  Last night was the latter.

  Okay, so maybe he wasn’t technically a stranger, but I certainly don’t know him all that well. His name was Billy and he lived in my apartment complex but I’d never actually talked to him for any length of time. I’d seen him at the gym and the pool a few times and we’ve said hi to each other but that was about it.

  I do know one thing about him though; he’s hot as shit. Tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and a rocking body. And from the few times I’ve seen him in shorts, quite a nice package too.

  To be honest, I’ve thought about making the moves on him before but the timing has never been right. Until last night, that is.

  #

  It was just after midnight when I got home from a night of dancing and drinking in downtown San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter. We had a small group of friends that got together once a month for a girls-night-out and the only rule was you weren’t allowed to go home with a guy. It was our little way of guaranteeing that we’d spend the whole night together without getting distracted. Of course, the rule almost always got broken by at least one of the girls, but tonight I’d stuck to it and came home alone.

  This late the parking lot was pretty full so I was forced to park on the opposite side of the complex from my apartment. Feeling a little tipsy, I climbed out of my car, slipped my heels back on to make the walk across the pavement, and headed for one of the side entrances to the complex.

  Because it was an entrance I rarely used, I was more than a little bit startled to hear someone call out to me as I approached the complex.

  “Looks like you had fun tonight,” said the vaguely familiar voice.

  I turned towards the sound and saw Billy sitting on his outside patio. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his incredible body. He had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were at least ten empty bottles on the table in front of him.

  “It was okay,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement building in my loins.

  “Just okay?” he asked.

  I walked over towards him and leaned up against the iron fence that surrounded his patio, giving him a nice view of my tits. “Yeah, you can only have so much fun when your group is made up entirely of girls.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, flashing a wry smile. “I’ve had lots of fun with groups made up entirely of girls.”

  I matched his smile with one of my own. “I’m sure you have.”

  “Of
course, they probably had more fun than I did.”

  I laughed under my breath. “Not very modest, are you?”

  “Not at all,” he replied. “Especially not when I’ve had this much to drink.”

  “Well, lucky for you I don’t like my men modest,” I said.

  “What about drunk?”

  “Actually I like them that way.”

  “Oh yeah? And why is that?”

  “Because they’re more likely to not have any inhibitions,” I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t.

  He didn’t. His smile grew wider but his gaze didn’t waver one bit. “That’s funny,” he said. “That’s the same reason I like my women drunk.”

  “Then you’re in luck.”

  “As are you,” he said.

  “So, do you have any more beers in there?” I asked.

  “No, but I have some more potent stuff.”

  “You mind if I share some with you?”

  “I’d be delighted,” he said. “As long as you’re willing to share some other stuff too.”

  “Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight,” I said. “I’m in one of those kinds of moods.”

  “What a coincidence,” he said. “So am I.”

  “Then I guess I’ll meet you at your door,” I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.

  This was gonna be fun.

  #

  Ten minutes later we were in his kitchen, throwing down our sixth shot of Tequila. Combined with my earlier drinking I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was in that perfect state; drunk enough to act compulsively but not so wasted that I didn’t know what I was doing. I was fully aware of my actions, I just didn’t care.

  “Can I tell you something?” I said, catching Billy’s eye and giving him a nasty little smile.

  “You can tell me whatever you want.”

  I cupped my hand around my mouth, leaned in towards him, stuck my mouth right next to his ear and whispered, “I really need to get fucked.”

  “Is that right?” he said, shifting his head so he was looking at me. One corner of his mouth was turned up in a confident little smirk.

  “Yep. And when I say fucked I mean fucked,” I said, running my hands over his chest while I talked. “With a capital F. Not made love to, all mellow and romantic and shit. Fucked. Hard. Pounded. Until I’m screaming.” I shifted so my face was directly in front of his. Our lips were practically touching. “Do you think you can help me out with that?”

  “Oh, I don’t think that would be much of a problem at all,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and easily lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. “Good hard poundings just happen to be my specialty.”

  “Lucky me,” I said.

  He stepped in closer and stuck his tongue into my mouth and started aggressively exploring it.

  I returned the favor, kissing him back just as intensely as he was kissing me. His hands ran up under my shirt and deftly undid my bra. I shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed my tits while we continued to make out.

  His head moved down to my chin and then neck, kissing me as he went, stopping only once he reached my tits. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it until it was hard, then sucked on it right up until that perfect point between pleasure and pain before letting go and making his way over to the other one.

  Billy working my tits was making me horny as hell. I ran my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy over my panties. It only took a few seconds before I was soaking through them. I yanked them aside and slipped two fingers into my pussy and started playing with myself, rubbing and fingering my soaking wet pussy.

  Still banging myself, I ran my free hand up his leg to his crotch, feeling his hard cock beneath his pants. I began to rub my hand against it, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.

  The more aggressively I worked his cock the more intensely he went after my nipples and it wasn’t long before we were both ready to move forward.

  I popped my nipple out of his mouth and dropped to my knees until my head was right in front of his crotch. I could see his dick pushing against the cotton of his pants. He was rock-hard.

  I looked up at him, making eye contact, giving him puppy dog eyes as I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasn’t the biggest dick I’ve ever seen but it wasn’t the smallest either, right about six inches long and pretty thick. And it was hard enough to hammer nails, which was all that really mattered anyway.

  Still looking up at him, I wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened my mouth, and took the head of his cock between my lips. I sucked on the tip while stroking the shaft with my hand, working slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace.

  It wasn’t long before I was taking him halfway down with every pump, then three-quarters, and finally swallowing his entire cock. With my hands grabbing his ass, I took his cock down my throat and held it there, deepthroating him with ease, my nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock tickled the back of my throat.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, making me feel good. I love being in control of a man’s pleasure, making him feel things he’s never felt before. It’s empowering.

  After a good five seconds, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, inch-by-inch, releasing it slowly, leaving it glistening in the light with my saliva. I jerked him off as I took a moment to catch my breath.

  “Do you like that?” I asked, smiling up at him. “Do you like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat?”

  “I fucking love it,” he said.

  “Do you want to fuck my face?” I asked.

  “Hell yeah,” he said, nodding.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” I said, opening my mouth wide.

  A little grin crept onto Billy’s face and he took a step forward. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head towards him as he slid his cock into my waiting mouth.

  He didn’t waste any time, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth with reckless abandon, giving me his entire cock with every pump. His balls slapped up against my chin and his grip on my hair got tighter as he hammered away, grunting under his breath.

  I ran one of my hands down my stomach and started rubbing my clit. My pussy was already wet from me playing with it earlier and the enjoyment I got from blowing him, but it practically dripping now that he had taken control. Giving blowjobs may have always turned me on like crazy but getting face-fucked was even better. Especially by a man who know what he was doing, as Billy so obviously did.

  He continued pummeling my mouth with his cock for another thirty seconds, making me gag and cough but not slowing down, aggressively slamming his cock in and out of my mouth as I stared up at him. He forced me to deepthroat him once again for a short time before pulling away.

  I could tell from the look on his face that he was pretty close to cumming already, which just wouldn’t do. So I stood up and grabbed ahold of his cock and led him to the couch to give him some time to cool down.

  Once there I gave him a push on the shoulders, dropping him to the couch.

  “How do you want me?” he asked.

  “On your back, lengthwise,” I said. “Your head up on the arm.”

  “Like this?” he asked after moving into position.

  “Exactly,” I said, coming around the side of the couch over by his head and turning around. I was standing on the floor, facing away from him, my ass directly above his face, just inches away. I had one hand on each asscheek, holding my ass open for him to gaze upon its glory.

  “You like my ass and my pussy, don’t you?” I said, taunting him just a bit.

  “I love them,” he replied.

  “Yeah? How much do you love them?”

  “More than anything in the world,” Billy said.

  “Is that right?”<
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  “That’s right.”

  “So you won’t mind if I smother you with them?”

  “Not at all,” he said.

  “All right,” I said. “But no complaining later.”

  “Never,” Billy said.

  So I dropped my pussy right onto his face, still spreading my asscheeks to allow him deep between them, and relaxed my legs, giving him almost my entire weight. Once his face was firmly between my cheeks, I released them, creating a seal around his nose and mouth, cutting off all his access to air.

  But still he worked my pussy with his tongue, moving it around in circles inside me, tickling my insides.

  “Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, grinding on his face with my pussy, forcing his tongue deeper inside me. “You’re a good little boy, letting me sit on your face like this.”

  I could feel Billy’s energy waning due to lack of oxygen, so I lifted myself up off him for a few seconds, letting him catch his breath, then dropped right back onto his face, this time scooting forward a little bit so my asshole was right on his mouth.

  Switching up the holes didn’t seem to faze him one bit, as he started licking my asshole with the same fervor as he’d gone after my pussy. It wasn’t long before his rigid tongue was inside my anus, exploring around and bobbing in and out.

  “Goddammit!” I yelled between deep, gasping breaths as I pushed down further on his face with my ass, forcing his tongue deeper inside my asshole. “Work that asshole with your tongue, you dirty, filthy little boy.”

  And work it he did, holding his rigid tongue in place as I bounced up and down on his face. It felt so good that an orgasm was right over the horizon. I sat down on his face once again, lifting my feet off the floor this time to increase the leverage and allow his tongue even deeper access to my anus, then started working my clit with my fingers to speed up the process.

  It wasn’t long before my body was shaking and shuddering as the orgasm ripped through me, causing my pussy to squirt everywhere, most of which ended up on Billy’s face.

  “That was fucking incredible,” I said as I lifted myself off him.