24 Aggressive & Filthy Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  Roxi’s legs are still held closely together by her jeans, which have slipped down to around her knees but are holding fast, and her wrists are still bound by the belt. She’s still essentially helpless. Just like Evan likes her.

  With his cock slick from Roxi’s saliva, Evan slips it into her pussy for the first time all evening. It’s a bit tighter than normal due to Roxi’s legs still being pressed together by her jeans, but her pussy is wet enough that it goes in with only a hint of resistance.

  Roxi utters a soft little groan but doesn’t protest, either with her mouth or her body. She simply doesn’t seem to have the energy for it right now.

  But that changes quickly enough. As Evan continues slowly and deliberately fucking her from behind her body naturally reacts to the stimuli. Roxi’s not a big talker, but Evan can tell from the growing intensity of the grunts and moans coming from her mouth that she is starting to get more and more into it.

  This allows him to gradually pick up the intensity until he is hammering away at her, his hands around her hips to pull her back into him with every thrust.

  Evan lets go of one of her hips so he can slap her ass, snapping his open palm into the side of her ass cheek like he’s a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.

  Roxi reacts the same way as a horse would, bucking back into him with more intensity. But Roxi’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, means she can’t get much force into her thrusts. So Evan grabs her hair and yanks her head up, bringing it up to the same level as his, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.

  She takes advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into his harder than before, her ass slamming up against his groin, forcing his cock deeper inside of her.

  “There you go,” Evan says as he pulls his hands off Roxi and lets her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."

  Roxi does as she’s told, bucking back against Evan so hard that he has to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing his balance.

  “Thatta girl,” he says. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”

  Evan’s arm slides up Roxi’s body until it’s clamped around her neck. He grabs her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continues slamming her ass back against him.

  He reaches up and smacks her in the face with an open hand.

  Roxi yelps and stops backing into him.

  “Don’t stop,” Evan says, smacking her again, eliciting another startled noise from Roxi.

  She starts up again, less aggressively than before.

  “Harder,” Evan says as he smacks her once again.

  Roxi backs up against him with more intensity but still not as much as earlier.

  Evan smacks her yet again. His other arm is still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”

  She obliges. By now she’s back to where she was earlier, practically knocking him backwards with every thrust.

  “Are you deaf? Harder!” he says, smacking her face for the fifth time.

  Roxi slams back into him with everything she has, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammers away at him.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Evan says. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”

  He lets her back into him a few more times before releasing his hold on her and again pushing her face down to the carpet. Then he goes back to work on her, returning the favor by hammering away on her with everything he has.

  Evan uses his hands to spread Roxi’s asscheeks, making her pretty little asshole gape. It’s opened wide, just begging to be played with.

  So he does, sneaking his thumb over to the crack of her ass while he continues fucking her. He gathers up some saliva and spits on her asshole, then slips his thumb inside.

  Roxi gasps and curses beneath her breath but doesn’t protest. In fact, her energy level picks up almost immediately, along with the pitch of the grunts coming from her throat. Apparently Evan has found the sweet spot.

  “You like that, do you?” Evan says, forcing his thumb deeper into her asshole.

  “I fucking love it,” Roxi says, her voice a guttural growl. Her arms and legs are straining more than ever against her bonds.

  “Is that right?” Evan says, moving his thumb in and out of her asshole while still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you want me to stick something else in there?”

  “Fuck yeah,” she says.

  “Well then, let’s see what we’ve got,” Evan says. He pulls his cock out of her pussy. It’s gleaming with her juices and harder than it’s been all night.

  He desperately wants to slip it into her asshole but knows that shortly after he does it’ll be all over for him. And he wants to debase her more before he cums. So he has to find something else that will do the trick for a little while, giving him a chance to calm down for a few minutes.

  Then he sees something that will work perfectly.

  Smiling, Evan reaches back and snatches the wine bottle from the coffee table.

  He sticks two fingers into Roxi’s dripping wet snatch and bangs her for a few seconds to get some of her juices to use as lube, then rubs his fingers on the neck of the wine bottle to help ease the entry.

  Before Roxi can protest, Evan slips the tip of the bottle into her asshole. There’s a hint of resistance at first, but then it slides in quite easily.

  Roxi gasps and utters a low, wordless moan of pleasure as Evan slides the wine bottle further into her asshole.

  He works it carefully, moving it back and forth slowly and spitting on her asshole with regularity to keep things nice and wet.

  “Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Roxi says. Her head is still pressing against the carpet but her face is turned back to watch the proceedings. “Give me more. I want the whole fucking thing.”

  So Evan does, sliding the bottle into her asshole until the entire neck disappears.

  “God-dammit!” Roxi says, her voice dripping with ecstasy.

  “You’re such a dirty little slut,” Evan says, laughing under his breath.

  She raises her eyebrows twice in succession and smiles.

  Wanting to get back into the action but not quite ready to replace the wine bottle with his cock, Evan grabs ahold of Roxi’s hair and once again pulls her into a sitting position.

  Still working the wine bottle with one hand, he sticks his tongue in her mouth and explores her tonsils while his free hand gropes one of her magnificent breasts.

  They continue making out, Evan’s hand switching over from one of her breasts to the other, always moving, always exploring, never staying in the same place for more than a second or two.

  It doesn’t take him long to realize he’d rather have his cock in her mouth than his tongue, so he releases his hold on the wine bottle—leaving it firmly planted in Roxi’s ass—and shifts his body until he’s once again directly in front of her. He stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and guides it into her waiting mouth.

  A full minute later Evan is finally ready to fuck Roxi’s ass. He figures it won’t last long but at this point it doesn’t matter. He simply can’t wait any longer.

  Evan slides his cock out of Roxi’s mouth and pushes her head down to the carpet. He walks around the back of her and pulls the wine bottle out of her asshole. It’s gaping more than ever, ready and waiting for his cock.

  He slaps her ass a couple of times, then spreads his legs wide and squats down until his cock is hovering right above Roxi’s ass.

  Evan spits on his cock and slides it into her asshole, not bothering to take it slow, just forcing it in until it can go no further.

  Roxi gasps and utters a high-pitched yelp that turns into a full-on squeal as Evan starts pounding away at her asshole, giving her everything he has, his balls slapping against her pussy at the bottom of every thrust.

  Pushing down on her shoulders, Evan lays into Roxi with all his weight, pummeling her with reckless
abandon as guttural growls escape from her throat.

  Roxi’s asshole is tighter than her pussy, but not too tight that it’s a struggle to fuck it. She’s obviously well-versed in anal sex and able to relax enough to take his cock with ease.

  She can take a pounding too, barely even flinching as Evan hammers her ass with unbridled intensity. Whether he’s slapping her ass until it is bright red or pushing her head into the carpet she takes it like a champ.

  He uses his hands to spread her asscheeks, giving him deeper access to her insides, and still Roxi doesn’t complain. She just takes it like a true fuckslut, uttering nothing but sounds of pleasure as he owns her ass.

  After a good five minutes of fucking her asshole from behind, Evan decides to mix things up. Even though he knows he doesn’t have much longer until he blows his load, that’s all right. He’s ready to finish up. His cock feels like it is going to burst out of its skin and his body is pining for release. But first he wants to get Roxi in one last position. One that takes advantage of her assets more than doggy-style.

  With this in mind, Evan stands up, pulling his cock out of Roxi’s ass. He undoes the belt holding her arms together. He pulls her jeans the rest of the way off, releasing her legs. Then he flips her over.

  Dropping to his knees, Evan spreads Roxi’s legs and pushes them back towards her head, raising her hips and making her asshole more accessible.

  Roxi instinctively understands where he’s going and grabs her ankles, holding her legs open.

  Evan rubs her cock over Roxi’s pussy, getting it wet with her juices, then slips it into her asshole. He leans forward until his head is right above Roxi’s and grasps her around the throat with both hands.

  Staring down at her, their faces less than a foot apart, Evan looks right into Roxi’s eyes as he fucks her ass and chokes her at the same time.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Evan says.

  Roxi nods and gasps for breath, her face turning red, and then going pale from the lack of oxygen.

  Evan lets go of her throat with one of his hands and uses it slap her in the face, still fucking her ass all the while.

  “What about that?” Evan asks. “Do you like that too?”

  Roxi nods again. Her eyes are gleaming with excitement.

  Evan also likes it. Too much, in fact. He doesn’t have much longer at all until he comes. But what time he still has he’s going to make the most of.

  He slaps Roxi once more then returns his hand to her throat and starts squeezing.

  It isn’t long before she’s begging for air once again.

  This time, when Evan removes his hand he slaps her tits. First one, then the other. He gives her just enough time to catch her breath then starts choking her once more, his cock still moving in and out of her asshole.

  When Roxi runs out of breath once again, Evan lets go of her throat completely. He pumps her asshole one last time then pulls his cock out and scrambles up the length of her body. Pinning her legs back with his own, he slides his cock into her mouth, forcing her to suck her ass juices off his cock.

  She does so willingly, cleaning his cock with unfettered enthusiasm, licking it clean before taking it all the way down her throat, gagging and choking before he pulls it back out.

  Evan grabs Roxi’s ankles and holds them down on the floor, right next to her head, folding her in half, then slides his cock back into her asshole and immediately starts pounding the shit out of her, knowing that his time is very nearly up.

  Roxi’s breath is ragged and she’s grunting and groaning while he pummels her as aggressively as he has all night, taking himself right to the edge of orgasm.

  And then he’s there.

  Evan pulls his cock out of her asshole for the last time just before he’s about to cum.

  Seasoned pro that she is, Roxi knows exactly what to do.

  Her hand flies down to Evan’s cock and jerks him to completion, releasing his seed all over her glorious tits, coating them in white. Five bursts in total, each weaker than the previous one, and then he’s done.

  Evan climbs to his feet, makes his way over to the bed, and falls back onto it. His head is spinning and his mouth is dry. Now that he’s finished he’s really feeling the effects of the two and a half bottles of wine he drank earlier.

  He watches as Roxi climbs to her feet and gather her things and head towards the bathroom. Evan waits until she’s disappeared behind the door before he closes his eyes.

  They are still closed a couple minutes later when he hears Roxi finishing up in the bathroom. He lifts his head up but can’t do more than that.

  When Roxi comes out she looks like she did upon arriving, all dressed and made up again and looking none the worse for wear.

  Evan envies her.

  “Thanks,” he says as Roxi heads for the door. “That was fun.”

  “My pleasure,” she replies.

  “I hope you don’t mind if I don’t see you out the door.”

  “Not at all,” Roxi says. She seems like she’s in a hurry.

  “Is everything okay?” Evan asks.

  “Everything is fine,” she says as she reaches the door

  Evan doesn’t believe her. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah,” she says, opening the door. But before she steps out into the hallway, she turns back. “Actually, it’s not.”

  “What’s the matter?” Evan asks, sitting on the edge of the bed now. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No,” she says. “Well, yes. Sort of.”

  Evan flashes her a confused look. “I don’t understand.”

  “Listen,” Roxi says. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t understand why you couldn’t have done all this stuff with Jasmine. It’s not like you got out of line or anything. I guarantee she’s had a lot crazier shit done to her that what you did to me tonight.”

  “You really think so?”

  Roxi gives him a little smile. “I know so. I’ve been there for some of it. Hell, I’ve done more extreme stuff to her myself.”

  Evan laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t know . . .”

  “Trust me,” Roxi says. “That girl is a bigger freak than I am. And that’s saying a lot. She’d enjoy a night like tonight. Especially with you.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but she actually kind of likes you. More than girls like us are supposed to like the men we hook up with.”

  “Yeah, right,” Evan says.

  “I’m serious,” Roxi says. “She talks about you all the time.”

  “Really?”

  Roxi nods.

  Evan isn’t sure if he actually believes her or not but can’t figure out why Roxi would lie about something like this. Unless she just didn’t have a good time tonight and didn’t want him calling her again. Which was entirely possible, he supposes. Just not very probable.

  “Well, I better get going,” Roxi says. “I’ve probably already said too much.”

  Evan wants to ask her a few more questions but he doesn’t want to seem desperate, and besides, she’s already closing the door behind her so he just lets it go.

  He falls back onto the bed and tries not to think about the implications of Roxi’s little confessional there at the end. Luckily for him the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system and the total exhaustion from the evening with Roxi combine to send him into a deep, dreamless sleep almost immediately. He will worry about Jasmine later. Right now it’s time to recover.

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  AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 46

  Holly loves her job.

  As the only female vice-president in her company, she has certain perks that she helps herself to whenever possible. Specifically, the junior executives.

  All of them are desperate to move up in the company, and she takes advantage of this fact by forcing them to do things that they might not necessarily do otherwise.

  Not that they mind.

  Holly is an in
credibly attractive woman with platinum blonde hair, the face of a model and a killer body. And on top of that, she’s a freak in the sack, willing to get down and dirty with someone she’s only seen from afar or talked to a few times.

  In fact, for the most part, the less she knows about the young men the better. It’s far easier for her to get nasty with a relative stranger than it is with someone she knows casually. Plus it’s less uncomfortable afterwards if they don’t have a prior personal relationship. Besides the whole boss/employee thing of course.

  The whole setup works out perfectly for Holly. The young men she takes advantage of aren’t directly beneath her so she isn’t in charge of their promotions or performance reviews or anything like that. But they all know that she has some say in what goes on and they long to be on her good side. So she can pick one on whim and do whatever she wants to them without having to worry about any reprisals.

  All in all, it’s a perfect job.

  #

  On this day, Holly calls Scott into her office. He’s been with the company for a little more than a month now, and from what she’s heard, he’s a good worker. Always on time, attentive, considerate, a little shy. Not to mention good-looking, with a sharply-lined face, dark hair, and a six-foot tall, finely honed body. All the things she looks for in a man.

  Scott knocks on her office door and Holly invites him in.

  “Lock it behind you,” she says, smiling.

  Scott gives her a curious look but does as she says.

  “Have a seat,” Holly says, beckoning him to a leather office chair in front of her desk.

  Scott does as he’s told.

  Once he’s seated, Holly stands up from her chair and comes over in front of him. She’s wearing a white blouse with the top few buttons undone, revealing a good portion of her firm, perky tits and a short black skirt that shows off her incredible legs.

  Scott is trying to avoid staring at her but is having trouble. He’s breathing heavily and there is sweat forming on his brow. He’s undoubtedly heard about Holly’s proclivities around the office, but it’s hard for her to tell if he’s looking forward to having his turn or scared about what’s the come. Perhaps a bit both.