24 Aggressive & Filthy Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  Turning around, I bent over at the waist and kissed him, tasting my sweet tangy juices on his lips. With my face above his and our heads facing opposite directions, it was difficult to make out, but we did our best, my tits lying atop his forehead and my hair dropping down onto his chest.

  Billy reached his hands towards my face but I wanted to maintain strict control for the time being, so I grabbed his wrists and forced them back down to his side.

  “Not yet,” I said, breaking off our kiss. Looking down at him, I said. “Soon enough you can have your way with me. But for now, I’m still in control. Understand?”

  “Yes,” he said, trying to sound reluctant but failing miserably. It was obvious he enjoyed being told what to do.

  “Good,” I said. “Now just lie there with your arms at your side.”

  Billy did as he was told without complaint. That excited me greatly, the ability for a man to let the girl take charge without complaint was a huge bonus. Not many men could pull that off, especially not ones that looked like Billy.

  As he laid there, arms at his side, I climbed atop him, putting my knees on the arm of the couch, one on each side of his head, straddling his face. I dropped my pussy onto his mouth and leaned forward, taking his hard cock in my hand. After slapping it against my tongue a couple of times, I took it between my lips and dropped my head down, swallowing his entire cock with ease.

  I held his cock there, deep in my throat, for five seconds before pulling off. While he continued working my pussy with his tongue, I let the saliva drip from my mouth and onto his cock, then wrapped my hand around his shaft and jerked him off.

  “Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” I asked, turning back to watch him eat my pussy. There was a grunt of assent from his mouth that was muffled by my flesh but still audible. “Do you want me to do it some more?”

  Another muffled yes and then I was dropping my head down once more, deepthroating him again, his cock tickling the back of my throat as I held it there for almost a full ten seconds this time before pulling away and climbing off his face.

  “Holy fucking shit you’re good at that,” he said as I came around the front of the couch.

  “Why thank you,” I said, grabbing his legs and pulling them down so he was sitting properly on the couch. “I’ve worked hard at it.”

  “I can tell,” he said.

  “Want to see what else I’m good at?” I asked, staring down at him with a wide smile.

  “I can’t wait,” he said, matching my smile.

  I climbed onto the couch and straddled him, my knees bents, my shins on the couch, and my ass resting just in front of his cock. I leaned in and kissed him, my tongue darting around in his mouth while he fondled my 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, I reached back and grabbed ahold of Billy’s shaft, lifted my hips up just a bit, and slid his cock into my pussy.

  Keeping my lips attached to his, I rode his cock, gently at first, moving around in slow, rhythmic circles. He let out a highly excited groan. Apparently there was something about making out while fucking that really got him going.

  I quickly took advantage of this and started moving more quickly against him, rocking my body back and forth while keeping his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

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

  From there I upped the ante, breaking off the kiss and leaning back, allowing me to bounce up and down and his cock more forcefully.

  He replied by rubbing my clit with his fingers.

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

  We continued like this for a good ten minutes before I’d had enough. It was time to take control.

  Keeping his cock deep inside of me, I spun around so I was facing away from him, riding him reverse cowgirl. I grabbed his knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted my body so my feet were on the floor, giving me more leverage to work with.

  Once I was positioned correctly, I slammed down onto him, my ass bouncing against his groin, impaling myself on his cock. His hands were on my hips, holding on for dear life while I pummeled him.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I said, turning back to look at him. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”

  “I love it,” he said.

  “Yeah, I can tell. Your cock is harder than ever.”

  Looking straight ahead once again, I put my hands on his knees and bent forward, then started pummeling him even more aggressively.

  “Slap my ass,” I said.

  Billy did as he was told.

  “Harder,” I said. “Like you mean it.”

  So he did, slapping my asscheek in time with my thrusts.

  “That’s right,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  I pounded away at him, smashing his balls as I dropped my body onto him with full force, my breath growing quicker by the second.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed while he continued slapping my ass. It was starting to hurt a little bit but the pain was just getting me more excited. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

  He turned up the intensity even more. My screams had reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at him, but simply expressions of pure pleasure.

  I continued along this path for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as I reached orgasm. My body shuddered and shook but I didn’t slow down, still pounding away at him for a few more seconds before finally falling still.

  I wasn’t able to rest for long, however, as Billy wrapped his arms around me and climbed up from the couch.

  “Now it’s my turn to run the show,” he said, dropping me onto the couch.

  He grabbed ahold of my legs and pushed them forward, lifting up my bottom half to give him a better angle to work with. Holding my legs in place, he slipped his rock-hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. I took it all the way inside me without any resistance.

  No longer content to take things slowly, Billy slammed into me with everything he had, giving me his cock from tip to balls with every thrust, holding it deep inside of me for just a moment at the tail end of every thrust.

  “That’s right,” I said between deep breaths. “Fuck me like you mean it. Hammer my fucking pussy with that big cock of yours.”

  Turned on by my talking, Billy grabbed a hold of my ankles and forced my legs back even further until I was practically folded in half, her legs pressed against the couch, one on either side of my body.

  Holding my ankles in place, Billy pounded me with everything he had, his body hammering down on mine forcefully as his cock filled me up, his balls slapping against me.

  “Holyfuckingshit!” I cried, my eyes wide and my body tingling with pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. Pound me, baby. Pound me! Break me in fucking half!”

  I hooked my own arms around my legs, freeing Billy’s arms up. He shifted slightly, putting one foot up onto the couch, giving himself even more leverage. With his hands gripping the back of the couch for support, he fucked me with reckless abandon, taking my words to heart, trying to break me in half.

  My screaming had intensified, as had Billy’s grunts and groans. His face was just a few inches above mine, and he stared down at me with intense eyes while he hammered away at my pussy. I held his gaze, my eyes wide and excited, my head nodding up and down.

  “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” I said ov
er and over. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy. I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  And cum I did, my legs shaking and my body tensing up before releasing in a massive, blood curdling orgasm.

  Once that had passed, Billy climbed off of me, reached down, and grabbed ahold of my ankles once again. This time he pulled up on them, altering my position so my head was lying on the cushion, facing up towards the ceiling and my legs and ass were up in the air.

  Billy climbed onto the couch too, then pushed my legs down until my knees were pressed against the cushion, one on either side of my head, folding me in half, putting me in the piledriver position. I wrapped my arms around my legs to keep them in place. Squatting, Billy guided his cock into my pussy.

  He grabbed my knees and pulled them apart, opening me up even more, and proceeded to lay into me, dropping his body down onto me with enough force to cause me to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

  “Break my fucking pussy,” I said, speaking in low, desperate tones. “Break it in half. Punish me. Treat me like the slut that I am.”

  And he did, hammering at me with all his weight, slamming his body down onto me, forcing his cock deep inside my pussy. Reaching down, he put his hand around my neck, not choking me but squeezing just enough that I could feel it.

  “Is this how you like it?” he asked. “Is this hard enough for you?”

  Eyes wide, I nodded my head vigorously. I could see that he liked this, that he was almost at the point of cumming, and even though I didn’t want it to stop, I also wanted his cum all over me.

  “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” I screamed over and over.

  As Billy climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, he tapped into the last reserves of his energy, pounding me harder than he had all night. I took everything he had to offer, screaming with pleasure the entire time.

  “Holy shit I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said finally.

  “Come on my face, baby,” I said. “Make a mess of my pretty little face.”

  I’d never come across a man who could turn down that specific request and Billy wasn’t an exception. A few more pumps and then he climbed off of me and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of my head. He dropped to his knees, trapping my legs beneath him so I couldn’t go anywhere, his cock mere inches from my face. He proceeded to jerked himself off while I stared up at him, playing with myself.

  A couple seconds later he let out a low groan then shot his load all over me. White streams of milky sperm splashed against my nose, cheeks, forehead and into my open mouth.

  As he stood there recovering, I sat up and grabbed a hold of his cock and sucked on the tip, pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping my hand away.

  “Wow,” he said, shuddering. “That was fucking incredible.”

  “Yes it was,” I said. “It was exactly what I needed.”

  “So,” Billy said, falling to the couch beside me. “Was this just a one time thing, or something more?”

  “If it were up to me, I’d say neither,” I said.

  He flashed me a confused look. “Then what is it?”

  “Well it’s certainly nothing more than a good fuck,” I said. “No offense, but I’m not looking for any kind of a relationship or anything like that.”

  “I hear ya,” Billy said. “Neither am I.”

  “But it can definitely be more than a one-time thing,” I added.

  “Yeah?” he said.

  I nodded. “But it’s not necessarily going to be anything regular either.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “And next time, I’d expect things to get quite a bit more freaky. Are you game for that?”

  “Absolutely,” Billy said, smiling. “I’m game for anything.”

  “Good,” I said. I stood up and started putting my clothes back on. “Then maybe I’ll see you around again sometime.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  After I was dressed I leaned down and gave him a little peck on the cheek, then turned and headed back towards my place. It was off to bed after another successful evening in the life of a dirty slut.

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  AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 43

  Taylor and Ashley have been roommates for almost two years now. At first, they were just that, roommates and nothing more. But as the months rolled on and neither one could find a man worth spending more than a couple of nights with (if even that) they started to wonder if men were even needed.

  After all, they enjoyed each other’s company far more than they enjoyed hanging out with men. They understood each other, got along great, and both thought the other was sexy as hell.

  In fact, as the days wore on, and they started talking about their feelings towards one another (usually with some alcohol involved) they started to realize that the only thing men had that they needed were cocks. And those were easy enough to approximate.

  So they ventured down to the local sex shop and bought a dildo.

  And the rest was history.

  They quickly realized that men were not necessary.

  Now they spend pretty much every night getting freaky in every way possible. But tonight was going to be special. Taylor was going to take things to a whole different level. She was going to take control and push Ashley’s boundaries to places they’ve never been before. And Ashley was going to love it.

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  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Taylor asks.

  They’re on the couch, having just dusted off a couple bottles of wine. They are wearing comfortable cotton robes and nothing else.

  “I’m positive,” Ashley says. “I want you to push the envelope.”

  “Then take off that robe and get down on the floor,” Taylor says. “And let’s get this show on the road.”

  Smiling, Ashley does as she’s told, slipping the robe off, showing off her tight, tiny body, then dropping to the floor. She’s sitting on her knees, looking at Taylor, smiling widely.

  “That’s a good girl,” Taylor says. She too climbs off the couch and slips out of the robe. Then she walks towards Ashley until she’s standing above her. Looking down at her roommate, her pussy just a few inches from Ashley’s face, Taylor grabs the back of Ashley’s head and pushes on it until Ashley’s face is pressing against her pussy.

  “Get that tongue in there,” Taylor says, looking down as Ashley eats her out. “Don’t be shy. Tongue-fuck my snatch you dirty little slut.”

  Ashley obliges, slipping her tongue deep inside Taylor’s pussy.

  “There you go,” Taylor says, holding Ashley’s head in place, smashing her face against Taylor’s flesh. “Just like that. Good girl.”

  Taylor holds Ashley in place for a full ten seconds before letting go of her head. Ashley pulls back and tries to get some air into her lungs.

  As Ashley catches her breath, Taylor turns around. She bends over and puts one hand on each of her asscheeks and spreads her ass wide then backs it up into Ashley’s face.

  Ashley starts in on Taylor’s pussy, burying her face in it, forcing her tongue deep inside her. She’s still not quite caught her breath, but that turns Taylor on even more, hearing Ashley struggling for air while eating her out.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Taylor says. “That’s a good girl. Get that tongue in my pussy. As deep as you can.”

  Ashley obliges, forcing her face deeper between Taylor’s legs. Taylor helps her out, reaching back and again grabbing ahold of the back of Ashley’s head and holding her in place, buried deep inside her pussy.

  Ashley is making gasping, choked noises. They are muffled by Taylor’s pussy but audible nonetheless. After a few seconds, Ashley tries to pull away to get better access to air.

  But Taylor is having none of it. She holds tight to Ashley’s head, keeping it in place, smashed against her pussy.

  “Where are you going?” Taylor says. “I didn’t say you could breathe yet.”

  Ashley’s feet are banging on
the carpet and her body is shaking slightly. She obviously wants out of the situation but there’s not really all that much she can do.

  Besides, Taylor knows Ashley is fine. If she’s able to fight this hard, she still has plenty of air in her lungs. Her body is just panicking but she’s in no real danger.

  “Just relax,” Taylor says, still holding her in place. “You’re fine.”

  But Ashley isn’t listening. Or at least, her body isn’t. It’s still quivering around like a fish on dry land.

  “Five more seconds and I’ll let you go,” Taylor says. And she begins to countdown.

  Ashley relaxes a little bit now that the end is near.

  “Five,” Taylor says. “Four. Three. Two. One.”

  Once she’s done counting, Taylor releases Ashley’s head.

  Ashley detaches from Taylor’s pussy and immediately starts gasping for breath. Her face is bright red and glistening in the light from Ashley’s juices. But despite all this, she’s got a wide smile on her face.

  “Very good,” Taylor says. “I’m impressed.”

  “Thanks,” Ashley says.

  “I take it you liked it?”

  “Afterwards, yes,” Ashley says. “But during, I’m not going to lie. I was panicking a little bit.”

  “That’s just your body’s natural reaction to lack of quality air,” Taylor says. “It starts to freak out. But in the end, that’s what makes the experience so enjoyable.”

  “It certainly was enjoyable,” Ashley says.

  “Just wait,” Taylor says. “That was just the beginning. On your hands and knees with your ass up in the air.”

  Smiling, Ashley does as she’s told, her perfect little ass right in front of Taylor’s face, her asshole open and beckoning.

  “That’s a good little slut,” Taylor says. She gives Ashley a little smack on the ass then drops down to her hands and knees too, so her face is at the same level as Ashley’s ass.

  Ignoring her pussy, Taylor goes straight for Ashley’s asshole, lapping at it like she’s a kitten drinking milk, getting it nice and wet.

  Ashley lets out a little yelp of surprise and pleasure. It’s obvious she isn’t expecting this turn of events.