24 Aggressive & Filthy Stories 2

by Heather Monroe

  Just thinking about it made my throat dry up. “Anything else?” I managed.

  “Yeah. But let’s just start with that one for now. I’ll tell you the other things as we go along.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “What about you?” she asked as the elevator came to a stop on our floor.

  “Just one,” I said as the doors opened and we made our way down the hall towards our room.

  “That’s it?”

  I nodded.

  “Well,” Jamie said, glancing over at me. “Are you going to spit it out or leave me guessing?”

  “I want you to sit on my face,” I said.

  Jamie tilted her head and gave me a curious look. Which is exactly what I expected. And with good reason. She’d sat on my face a couple times but it was always something she’d initiated. I’d never asked for it before. And even though it wasn’t normally my favorite thing in the world I was craving it at that moment, and not only because she enjoyed it so much.

  “Are you sure?” she said.

  “I’m positive,” I said. “I want you to smother me with your pussy so I can’t breathe. I want to be helpless beneath you. I want you to make me suffer. I want you to own me.”

  She giggled excitedly and stood on her toes and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then she grabbed my hand and started jogging down the hall towards our room.

  “Come on,” she said, dragging me along. “If you don’t hurry up I’m going to jump you right here in the hall.”

  “So who gets to go first?” Jamie asked as I stuck the keycard into the door.

  “It doesn’t matter to me.”

  We entered the room and I shut the door behind us.

  “Are you sure you don’t care either way?” she said.

  “Not at all,” I said as we made our way towards the couch. “What do you want?”

  “I’ll show you what I want,” Jamie said, giving me a little shove that knocked me back onto the couch. Just like that, her face flipped; no longer was she the excited, playful girl she’d been the whole night. Now she was Jamie the man-killer, fierce and angry and in-charge. Just the way I wanted her. At least for a little while.

  She hitched her dress up, revealing a luscious bit of leg above her thigh-high stockings, and straddled me. Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear while slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she said. “Because I’m not going to have any mercy on you. I’m going to take what I want without giving you a second thought.”

  “I’m positive,” I said, literally shivering with excitement. “I want you to do your worst.”

  “If you insist,” Jamie said almost apologetically. “But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” She flipped my shirt over itself a couple of times and tightened it up then wrapped it around my throat and used it to choke me. “Now, you are going to do exactly as I say, right?”

  I nodded.

  “What? I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes,” I managed to say.

  “That’s a good boy.”

  Jamie released the shirt and threw it to the ground. She grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and slowly ran her fingertips down my face with the other. “You pretend like you’re such a big, tough guy, but we both know the truth, don’t we?”

  She slapped me on the cheek, hard enough to sting.

  “We know that you’re just like all the other boys,” she said. “Insecure. Pathetic. Weak.”

  She slapped me again, harder this time.

  Jamie’s no waif; she stands right around 5’9” and weighs a solid 140 pounds, mostly muscle. She’s a former college athlete who works out at least 5 times a week. All of which is a long way of saying that she can do some damage when she puts her mind to it. And this was one of those times.

  But despite the pain, I smiled. I just couldn’t help myself. This was just too much fun. Exactly what I’d be hoping for. She had a way of knowing what I wanted. It was one of her many gifts.

  “Oh you think this is funny, do you?” Jamie said, yanking on my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to her.

  “No,” I said. “Just exciting.”

  “Exciting, huh? So you enjoying being treated like shit?”

  “Only by you.”

  She glared at me. “That better not be sarcasm.”

  “It’s not.”

  “Uh-huh,” Jamie said as she climbed off me. She was standing in front of me, her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips. “Well, we’ll just see how much you enjoy being degraded. Slide down the couch until you’re sitting on the floor with your head on the couch.”

  I did as I was told, sliding in-between her legs so she was standing over me, one leg on either side of my body and her hands on her hips. My ass was on the carpet, my back up against the front of the couch and my head lying on the cushion. Just looking up at her from down here made my dick ache with excitement. I automatically started playing with myself to relieve some of the pressure.

  She kicked my arm away with the tip of her pumps.

  “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

  “No.”

  “That’s right,” Jamie said. “I didn’t. Hands at your sides, mister.” She undid the back of her dress and let it slide off her body, leaving her in only a black lace bra and matching panties, black thigh-high stockings and black fuck-me pumps.

  Jamie was a ridiculously gorgeous woman no matter what she was wearing but the severity and simplicity of the outfit was positively stunning. And the angle in which I was taking her in was almost too much for me to handle. It took all I had to keep my hands by my sides.

  “Are you ready for this pussy?” she said, sliding her hand down her stomach and into her panties and starting to rub.

  I nodded.

  “Yeah, you think you’re ready,” Jamie said as she pulled her panties off and stepped forward. She put one knee up on the couch, alongside my head, then brought the other one up so her pussy was hovering right above my face. “But we’re about to see if you really are.”

  And then she dropped her pussy right onto my face.

  She just sat there, unmoving, smothering my face with her pussy, forcing me to breathe in her essence if I wanted to take any breath at all. And so I did, finding just enough nourishment to keep my lungs filled, the time stretching out like warm taffy until it was meaningless, my entire world consisting of nothing but Jamie’s fragrant wetness.

  Some time later Jamie raised up just a bit, just barely giving me a chance to catch my breath before dropping down onto my face again. But this time she didn’t sit still. She rode me like I was a horse, rubbing her pussy back and forth against my face, from my chin to my nose, varying the pressure slightly depending on her whims, making me sloppy with her juices.

  “Stick your tongue out,” she said.

  Of course I obliged her immediately.

  “That’s better,” Jamie said, her movements becoming more focused, less frenzied, as she tried to find the perfect spot for my tongue to go. And then she did. “There it is,” she moaned, leaning forward a bit to free up her hands, which she used to spread her pussy even further, allowing my tongue to penetrate her deeper.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, working her pussy relentlessly, using my tongue to give her what she needed. “It turns out you’re good for something after all.”

  My right hand went to my cock and started to stroke it, taking care of that particular irrational need. If there’s a man out there who can leave his hard dick alone for an extended time when it’s not being serviced by someone else I’d like to meet him and learn the trick. I just can’t do it. At least, not for very long.

  I was stroking myself when Jamie started bouncing on my face, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper inside her, her ass cheeks slapping against my face, her moans growing more and more frenzied and guttural, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she bounced and bounced and bounced endlessly. And then she was no long
er bouncing but grinding, digging her snatch into my face, owning me, dominating me, using me strictly for her pleasure, her moans turning even more intense until she let out a single cry and sat down on top of me and stayed there, smothering me, her body quivering, her legs squeezing my head until it felt like it was going to pop.

  Finally Jamie rose up, allowing me to breath, which I did in large gulps while smiling up the length of her body at her lovely face. Her hair was a mess and her mascara had started to run and her face was red from exertion but her smile was wide and genuine.

  “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” she asked.

  “Better,” I replied.

  “Oh, I doubt that,” she said, laughing. “Do you want some more?”

  “Yes please.”

  “If you insist,” she said, pretending to be disappointed. “But this time I’m going to pay a little attention to your beautiful cock, if you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all,” I said.

  Jamie grabbed one of the throw pillows and slid off the couch. She set the pillow down on the carpet next to my head and tapped me on the shoulders. I slid my head down from the couch so my whole body was lying on the floor, face up, my head on the pillow. Jamie spun around so she was facing away from me then once again sat on my face.

  Jamie was more gentle this time, providing enough pressure to satisfy her need without smothering me, not forcing the issue, allowing me a little room to roam with my tongue. Plus she had started playing with my cock, which excited me even more, and in turn provided me with more incentive to return the favor.

  I went to town on her pussy, licking and tonguing and sucking on it, tasting her musty sweetness, seeing how much noise I could get her to make. And she made quite a bit, mostly wordless moans of pleasure punctuated with the occasional gasp of breath when I did something out of the ordinary, like dig in a little deeper or spend a little time licking her asshole.

  It wasn’t long before she was bent over and sucking my cock while I ate her out, both of us varying the speed and pressure, using what we were doing to the other person to relay our own needs. When I wanted her to blow me faster I worked my tongue more quickly. When I wanted it deeper, I stuck my tongue deeper inside her. And she did the same thing. Pretty soon we were both going after each other with an intensity just short of madness, Jamie slobbering all over my cock as she took it all the way down her throat, me attacking her pussy with reckless abandon, licking and sucking her silky smoothness, getting her juices all over my face, and both of us loving every second of it.

  “Enough of this shit,” Jamie said, pulling herself up and spinning around so she was facing me, her legs on each side of my body. “I need your cock inside me.”

  She squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it into her pussy, gasping slightly as it slipped in. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes locked on mine, she started slowly moving up and down on my cock, expertly taking it in her pussy from tip to base, her perfect, gorgeous body hovering above me. Her body control was ridiculous; she moved with grace despite the awkwardness of her position, balanced only by her hands on my chest and her feet on the floor. The only evidence of effort was reflected in her rippling leg muscles as she moved up and down.

  “Holy shit,” I said. “That feels so fucking good.”

  “Yeah?” she said. “You like that? You like it when I slam my pussy into you?”

  “I fucking love it.”

  She took her hands off my chest and put them on the ground behind her so she was leaning back, which allowed her to move even faster. Pretty soon she was bouncing on my cock, her ass slapping against my groin as she drove her pussy down, down, down into me. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, punctuating her perfect rack and flat stomach and revealing the hollow of her neck, which for some unknown reason had always turned me on like crazy.

  I grabbed ahold of her ass and held it in place slightly above me and started thrusting my hips upward, giving her a little break and myself a chance to take control. I was slamming into her, my cock ramming up into her pussy, my hips bouncing off her ass, grunting with the effort while she screamed in pleasure.

  And then Jamie was dropping to her knees and riding me like a proper cowgirl, her slim body bouncing up and down, my hands on her tits, grasping and squeezing and pinching her nipples as she transitioned into grinding atop me, moving forward and backward, then side to side, taking my cock with her wherever her pussy went. I slapped her tits a couple of times then slid my hands down her body and past her hips and grabbed ahold of her asscheeks, one in each hand. I spread her cheeks apart, opening her up even further, allowing me deeper access to her.

  This always excited the hell out of her and tonight was no exception. An inarticulate mumble came from her mouth and then she leaned forward and began bouncing harder and harder, driving her body down onto mine, her hair flying everywhere, masking her face as she pummeled me as though trying to jackhammer me into the floor for good.

  The pounding I was taking was starting to make my back sore so I started lifting my hips right as our bodies came together to lessen some of the pressure, which ended up allowing for even deeper penetration and elicited another round of squealing from Jamie. Our bodies slammed together a few more times before she came down on me one last time and held it there, her body shaking and her breath catching in her throat as she had another orgasm. Number Two on the session. Not that I was keeping count or anything.

  Jamie climbed off me and slid her body backwards so she could lick her juices off my cock. After cleaning it off with her tongue she took it in her mouth, blowing me and jerking me off while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

  Getting a blowjob immediately after a hardcore pound session was always an incredible feeling. A much different sensation than getting one before fucking. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t at the moment I wasn’t very concerned about the reasons. All I know is that it felt extremely good. Too good, in fact. Jamie had me right on the verge of cumming but I didn’t want to go there. Not yet. I wanted to fuck her some more first.

  So I fought off the nearly insurmountable ingrained desire to spread my seed and grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head off my cock. It was my turn to take control.

  Maintaining my hold on Jamie’s hair, I stood up and led her over to the wall-sized window looking over the neon-lit playground of the Vegas Strip. Once there I pressed her body against the glass so she was facing the Strip. Her palms were pressed on the window above her head and her ass was to me, her heels bringing up right up to the same level as my cock.

  “You like the view?” I said as I reached around with my free hand and started playing with her pussy.

  “Yes.”

  I went after her snatch a little more aggressively. “Do you want me fuck you from behind while you’re looking at it?”

  “Yes,” she said between deep breaths.

  “Beg for it,” I said, slipping my fingers deeper inside her.

  “Please fuck me,” Jamie said, her face turned sideways to the glass so she could look back at me. Her voice dripped with need, playing up her part to make me happy. “Please stick that hard cock inside of me and pound me with it.”

  Listening to her talk like that made me shiver in delight. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth.

  “You like that don’t you,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “You like tasting yourself.”

  Jamie nodded, her mouth too full to talk. I shoved my fingers further into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat. She coughed but didn’t gag; she never did. I let her lick my fingers clean before pulling them back out. Then I moved my hand down to my cock to help guide it into her pussy.

  Jamie gasped as I entered her. “That feels so fucking good,” she said. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours. I want to feel every inch of it inside me.”

  And so fuck her I did, giving it to her in long, slow strokes while I alternated between lo
oking down at the her ass, up at her face and out over the Vegas Strip. All three of the views were spectacular, each for different reasons. I explored her body with my hands while I fucked her, from her butt to her hips to her tits to her neck before finally settling on her hair. I grasped it with both hands and gave a yank, pulling her head towards me, arching her back, accentuating her perfect curves even further.

  I started picking up speed, moving my hips more and more quickly while she bucked her ass up against my hips, my grunts and her groans growing ever louder while we both worked our bodies against each other. We were in a perfect rhythm based on hundreds of hours of experience together, her ass slamming into me just as I reached the tip of my thrust, my cock going into her pussy balls deep every time, heightening the sensation.

  We went on like this for a couple more minutes, me growing ever closer to climax with every pump but trying desperately to hold it off for as long as possible. Fucking Jamie simply felt too good to end it any sooner than absolutely necessary.

  Unfortunately the time came when I could no longer hold out. I pulled my cock out of Jamie’s pussy, spun her around and pushed her down until she was squatting on the floor. With my hands on her head, holding her in place against the window, I fucked her mouth, my cock sliding in and out of those red, perfect lips, her eyes looking up at me, wide and full of need.

  “Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” I said, giving Jamie enough time to switch things up if she didn’t want me spewing in her mouth. But she make no move to pull away, giving me implicit permission to do whatever I wanted.

  So I did, pumping her mouth a few more times before giving her one last warning with a quick, “shit, shit, shit,” under my breath before I exploded, coating her mouth with my cum and sending it shooting down her throat.

  Jamie didn’t even flinch, taking my sperm with aplomb, continuing even to work my cock with her mouth after I’d was finished shooting my seed, blowing me until it gave me the shivers.

  I backed away, laughing, while Jamie looked up at me with satisfaction painted in her eyes after having got the best of me at the tail end of the session. I helped her to her feet and then picked her up and carried her over to the couch. I set her down sideways, so she was laying lengthwise, then started back towards the kitchen area.