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KINKY EROTICA 87

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Taylor Jordan

Dirk Rockwell

Scotty Diggler

Rickie Sheen

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters in these stories are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE BEST ROOMMATE EVER BY TAYLOR JORDAN

BANGING THE NEIGHBOR BY DIRK ROCKWELL

MY NAUGHTY BABES: MELANIE BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

HIGH CLASS SLUT BY RICKIE SHEEN

 

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THE BEST ROOMMATE EVER

TAYLOR JORDAN

 

Riley and her boyfriend Xander were lying together on the couch in the living room, watching a movie, when Riley’s roommate, Madison came out. She was wearing a skimpy, tight-fitting white blouse with no bra on underneath, a short jean skirt and 2-inch pumps that showed off her rocking body.

“Look at you, sexy thing,” Riley said playfully.

“You like my outfit?” Madison said, spinning in place.

“You look great,” Riley said, elbowing her boyfriend in the ribs. “Don’t you think, baby?”

“Yeah, you’re looking hot,” Xander said.

“Thanks,” Madison said, grinning happily. “I have a date.”

“Good for you,” Riley said, leaning back and draping her leg over Xander’s groin.

“Hey, can you guys do me a favor?” Madison asked.

“Sure,” Xander replied. “Whatever you need.”

“I just need to go around the block to get some cigarettes. If my date happens to show up, can you just hang out with him for a little while until I get back?”

“Of course,” Riley said. “It would be our pleasure.”

“Thanks,” Madison said. She turned and left.

Xander watched her the whole way, staring at her ass.

“Madison is pretty hot,” Riley said, catching her boyfriend’s glance. “Isn’t she?”

“She sure is,” Xander replied.

“She’s a screamer in the sack too,” Riley said.

Xander flashed her a look of curiosity and surprise. “How do you know?” he asked, smiling.

“Come on babe, we’re roommates. How do you think I know?”

“Wait,” Xander said, sitting up a bit. “You two have got it on before?”

Riley smacked him on the shoulder. “No,” she said in a mock-disgusted tone. “Of course not. I’ve heard her through the walls, silly.”

“Oh,” Xander said, looking disappointed.

“I sure would like to someday though,” Riley said wistfully.

“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you,” Xander said, pulling Riley atop him.

“You know it, baby,” Riley replied.

They started to make out.

 

#

 

An hour later Madison was back in the living room. Riley and Xander were watching television and still playing around with each other, but their clothes were still on, for the most part, at least.

“I thought you had a date,” Riley said.

“I thought I did too,” Madison said. “He was supposed to be here forty-five minutes ago.”

“I’m sorry,” Riley said.

“Yeah,” Xander added. “That sucks.”

“Tell me about it,” Madison said. “I mean, I shouldn’t have expected anything less. I only met him a few days ago on the internet, but I figured he was just as horny as I was. I sure as hell didn’t think he’d stand me up.”

“Oh, that’s horrible,” Riley said.

“Tell me about it,” Madison said. “I just want to get laid, you know. It’s been so long.”

Riley looked at Xander with raised eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders. Xander shrugged back.

“What do you think?” Riley said to Xander.

“I think it’s up to you,” Xander said. “But you know I’m game.”

“About what?” Madison asked. But the look in her eyes told a different story. She knew exactly what they were talking about.

“Well,” Riley said. “We were just thinking . . .” But she trailed off before finishing as though embarrassed.

“Yeah?” Madison prodded, getting more excited.

Riley turned to Xander and nodded, passing him the torch. “We just figured that if you really want to get laid so bad, I’ve got a nice cock here waiting for you,” Xander said.

“And I’ve been working on it for half an hour now, so it’s already hard and ready to go,” Riley added.

“Wait, what are you saying?” Madison asked. “That you want me to fuck your boyfriend?”

“Only if you agree to fuck around with me some too,” Riley said, flashing a sexy grin at her.

“Are you guys serious right now?” Madison asked. “You’re not just messing with me?”

“Of course we’re serious,” Xander said. “We’ve both had our eyes on you ever since you moved in here.”

Madison giggled and dropped her head shyly.

“Haven’t you thought the same thing about us?” Riley asked.

Madison shrugged.

“Come one,” Riley said. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Madison said, looking up at them.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Xander said, pulling his pants down, freeing up his cock. It was nice and hard, sticking straight up towards the ceiling. He had a big, excited smile on his face. “Let’s get this shit started.”

“Oh my god,” Madison said, leaning over and taking Xander’s cock in her hand. “It’s so big.”

“Yeah, he’s got a beautiful cock,” Riley said.

“He does indeed,” Madison said. “Can I suck on it?”

“Please do,” Xander said.

Smiling, Madison bent over and took Xander’s cock in her mouth.

“Oh my god that’s so fucking hot,” Riley said, watching carefully as her roommate sucked her boyfriend’s cock. “I can’t believe this is actually happening!”

“Tell me about it,” Xander said. He grabbed the bottom of Riley’s shirt and pulled it off, revealing her small but incredibly perky tits.

After getting her nipples sucked by Xander for a couple minutes, Riley wanted to get more into the action. So she pulled her nipple out of Xander’s mouth and dropped down to the floor on one side of him.

“Come on and join me down here, girl,” Riley said to Madison.

“With pleasure,” Madison replied.

They leaned over and made out directly above Xander’s cock for a little bit, then Riley broke off the kiss and took his cock in her mouth.

“Oh my god, you’re so good at that,” Madison said as Riley bobbed up and down on Xander’s cock, taking it all the way down every time.

“Tell me about it,” Xander said. From the look on his face he was having the time of his life.

After blowing Xander for half a minute, Riley pulled her head off his cock. “Your turn,” she said to Madison.

“My pleasure,” Madison said, taking Xander’s cock between her lips. She blew him more gently than Riley did, taking things a little slower and getting her hand involved more.

As Madison worked Xander’s cock, Riley spread his legs apart more and slipped between them. Then she dropped down a little lower to the ground and took Xander’s balls in her mouth, sucking on them while Madison continued working his cock.

“Damn that feels fucking great,” Xander said.

Both girls giggled and smiled up at him as best they could considering the positions they were in.

A short time later, Xander was ready to move on. “Enough playing around,” he said. “It’s time to get down to business. Who wants to come up and sit on Santa’s lap first?”

The two girls looked at each other for a moment before Riley said, “It’s all you, roomie. Climb on up there.”

“Are you sure?” Madison asked.

“Positive,” Riley replied. “I’ve had him many times before. You go ahead and take the first round.”

So Madison did, pulling her skirt and panties off before spinning around so she was facing away from Xander and then climbing up onto the couch in the reverse cowgirl position. But before she could slip Xander’s hard cock into her pussy, Riley rose up onto her haunches and started licking Madison’s pussy.

“Holy shit,” Madison said, surprised by this turn of events.

“We need to make sure you’re nice and wet,” Riley said, pulling her tongue away from Madison’s snatch for a moment.

“Sounds good to me,” Madison said between deep, gasping breaths.

After Riley got Madison’s pussy nice and wet, she grabbed ahold of Xander’s cock and slid it into Madison’s waiting snatch.

 Madison left out a soft groan as Xander entered her, his cock sliding into her pussy with just a hint of resistance.

“Oh my fucking god,” Madison said as she started bouncing up and down on Xander’s cock. “That feels so fucking good.”

“It looks pretty tasty too,” Riley said. “Do you mind if I jump in there?”

“Be my guest,” Madison said.

Riley dove her head into the mix, working Madison’s clit with her tongue while Xander continued fucking her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Madison cried, getting off hard on the extra stimulation. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna cum!”

Neither Riley not Xander stopped, and a few seconds later, Madison did indeed cum, an orgasm rushing through her body, causing her to shake and shimmy and juices to gush out of her pussy, all over Xander’s cock.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Riley said, her eyes gleaming. “Can I have a taste?”

“Of course,” Madison said.

Riley pulled Xander’s cock out of Madison’s pussy and used her tongue to lick Madison’s pussy juices off of Xander’s cock.

“Your pussy tastes incredible,” Riley said between licks.

“I want a taste,” Xander said, grabbing Madison by the hips and pulling her up and back towards his face while simultaneously sliding his body down the couch so his back was lying flat on the cushions and his face was looking straight up towards the ceiling.

“Gladly,” Madison said, scooting back until her ass was directly above his face. Looking down at him, she asked, “Are you ready for this?”

“Hell yeah,” Xander said. “Sit right here on my face, baby.”

Madison didn’t need to be told twice. She plopped her ass right down on his face. Xander immediately went to town on her pussy, licking it for a bit before making his tongue rigid and jamming it inside her.

Riley was no longer satisfied with just having Xander’s cock in her mouth. She wanted more. And she wasn’t about to ask for permission. Xander was her boyfriend, after all.

“It’s time for me to get some cock,” she said, pulling off the rest of her clothes then climbing atop Xander, straddling him. She slapped his cock against her pussy a couple of times then slid it inside and immediately started bouncing atop it.

“You go, girl,” Madison said, smiling with pleasure. “Hammer your ass down on that cock!”

“You know it, roomie,” Riley said, returning the grin. Both girls leaned forward and started making out while Riley continued riding Xander’s cock and Madison continued riding his face.

“I had no idea your boyfriend was this talented,” Madison said after they broke off their kiss.

“Why do you think I keep him around?” Riley said.

“Now I know,” Madison said. They both laughed and went back to work on their respective body parts.

A minute or so later, Riley bounced atop Xander’s cock one last time and held him there, deep inside her pussy. Her body tensed up for a moment before releasing, a mini-orgasm passing through her like lightning.

“I’ve had enough for now,” Riley said, looking at Madison. “Time for you to bring him on home.”

“Are you sure?” Madison said.

“Positive,” Riley replied. “I’ll get more from him tonight. You take care of him for now, roomie.”

“Thanks, Riley,” Madison said. “You’re the best roommate ever.”

“I know,” Riley said, climbing off of Xander’s cock. She held out her hand and helped Madison get up off his face.

Still holding Madison’s hand, Riley positioned her on the couch lengthwise, her hands and knees on the cushions, doggy style. Riley then situated herself so she was sitting on the armrest, her legs wide open, her pussy directly in front of Madison’s face.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Xander said, climbing to his feet and scooting into position behind Madion. “There’s nothing better than doggy style.”

“I know how much you like it, baby,” Riley said. “That’s why I put her on her hands and knees for you.”

“Thanks hon,” Xander said, grabbing his cock and sliding into Madison’s pussy.

“Holy fucking shit,” Madison said as he entered her, her voice an excited tone. “Your cock is so huge in my pussy. Fuck me with it. Fuck me!”

Xander obliged, grabbing ahold of Madison’s hips and pounding away at her pussy, his cock slamming into her ass, making her scream.

“Enough out of you,” Riley said, grabbing ahold of Madison’s hair and pulling her face forward, smashing it against Riley’s pussy. “Let’s put that tongue of yours to good use.”

And Madison did, sliding her tongue inside of Riley’s pussy and holding it there, deep inside her roommate’s snatch, while Xander continued fucking Madison from behind.

“That’s a good girl,” Riley said, grinding her pussy against Madison’s face. “Lick that pussy like you mean it. Like you’re trying to win a prize.”

Riley’s dirty talk turned on Xander even more, and he started giving his cock to Madison harder than ever before. This, in turn, caused Madison to go after Riley’s pussy with more intensity, which made Riley talk even more, which started the whole loop over again.

Between the deep breaths and words of encouragement coming from Riley, the muffled cries from Madison and the low grunting of Xander, the room was filled with the sounds of sex.

“Give it to her,” Riley said to Xander. She was still holding Madison’s hair, keeping her roommate’s tongue pushing deep into her snatch. “Pummel my roommate’s pussy. Make her cum again.”

“If you insist,” Xander said, rising up a bit, changing up the angle of penetration and allowing him to hammer Madison more aggressively.

Madison’s cried immediately grew more animated, even as they were muffled by Riley’s pussy.

“I think it’s working,” Riley said, smiling at her boyfriend.

“I think so too,” Xander said. “But it had better happen soon, because I’m about to burst.”

Riley yanked back on Madison’s hair, pulling her head off Riley’s pussy. “Is it working?” she asked her roommate. “Are you close to cumming?”

Madison nodded emphatically.

Riley looked up at Xander. “It’s definitely working. And I think I know how to put her over the edge.”

“How’s that?” Xander asked.

“Pull her hair,” Riley said, smiling. She turned her attention back down to Madison “Will that help?”

Madison nodded again, just as emphatically. She was beyond the point of using words.

“My pleasure,” Xander said, grabbing a handful of Madison’s hair and yanking back on it, changing the angle of penetration and forcing Madison to arch her back to alleviate some of the pressure.

Madison’s cries immediately grew louder and more visceral.

“Oh yeah,” Xander said. “That worked perfectly.”

“It did indeed,” Riley said, shifting her position so she was on her knees, her head lying atop Madison’s ass, her mouth mere inches from where Xander’s cock and Madison’s pussy were coming together. She’d curled her arm underneath Madison’s body and was working on her clit, helping speed things up even further.

“HolyfuckingshitI’mgonnafuckingcum!” Madison said, finally finding some words and spitting them all out at once.

And just like that, Madison came again, her pussy squirting harder than before, her body shaking and shimmying for a full five seconds before falling still.

“Oh my fucking god,” Madison said once the orgasm had passed through her. “That was incredible!”

But Xander wasn’t done yet. He had released his hold on Madison’s hair but was still pounding away at her pussy, while staring down at Riley, who’s face was turned up to him. She was smiling and looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Your turn, baby,” Riley said. “Time to finish this thing off. Are you ready?”

Xander nodded.

“Then give it to me,” Riley said. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

The combination of Riley’s dirty talking and the look on her face put Xander over the edge.

“Holy shit, here I cum,” he said quickly right before pulling his cock out of Riley’s pussy.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Riley said, taking the tip of his cock in her mouth and jerking off his shaft with her hand. She popped her mouth off just long enough to say, “Shoot your load in my mouth, baby,” before wrapping her lips around it once again.

Not wanting to get left out of the endgame, Madison slid out dropped onto her stomach, spun around so her back was on the cushions of the couch, and then turned around so her head was directly beneath Riley’s face and Xander’s cock.

Riley blew Xander for another few seconds before he was ready to pop. He tensed up for a moment then released, sending his seed shooting out of his cock. Riley pulled her mouth off at the last second but kept on jerking him off. His sperm splashed against the insides of her mouth, most of it staying inside but some of it dripping out.

Xander released a huge load, filling Riley’s mouth with his sperm.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Madison said, looking up at her roommate.

“And it’s about to get even hotter,” Xander said.

“How so?” Madison asked.

“Drop your head on the cushions, facing towards the ceiling, and open your mouth wide and you’ll find out,” Xander replied.

“Oh my,” Madison said, looking at Riley. “Really?”

Riley nodded.

Madison took a deep breath, then did as she was told. Lying there, her face to the ceiling and her mouth wide as Riley positioned her head directly above Madison’s.

“Are you ready?” Xander asked.

Madison nodded.

Riley tilted her head downward, letting Xander’s cum drip out of her mouth and into Madison’s. It was a slow stream at first but it quickly grew larger, until all of Xander’s cum had been transferred from Riley’s mouth to Madison’s.

As soon as Riley’s mouth was empty, she leaned over and slipped her tongue into Madison’s mouth, which still held all of Xander’s cum. The two girls made out for a bit, the white sperm occasionally spilling out from between their lips and dripping down their chins.

When the finally broke off their kiss, each girl had some of Xander’s cum in her mouth. They looked at each other, and nodded once, then both tilted their heads upward and simultaneously swallowed their portion of his sperm down.

“Now that was fucking hot,” Xander said, marveling at his girlfriend and her roommate. He gave them each a kiss on the lips and the three of them fell onto the couch, intertwined together to watch some television and relax.

 

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BANGING THE NEIGHBOR

DIRK ROCKWELL

 

It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Scott Thompson saw Whitney’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. He was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from his living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of him and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by his feet. All around him were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.

He lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as he watched Whitney’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. She climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to his patio.

Whitney was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. He noticed right away that she was walking with more urgency than usual, as though she was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

As she got closer, he could see that her hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. She was pissed off, all right. That was certain. He found himself wondering what had happened but knew he wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since he’d moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into her personal life as she passed by his patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, he didn’t know if she even knew his name.

But, as it turned out, she did know it. And not only that, but she made the first move, even though he didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in his direction as she approached the entrance to his left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.

“You’re Scott, right?”

He nodded, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m Whitney.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Whitney’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that he knew who she was. “You got any more of those smokes?” she said.

“About half a pack,” Scott replied.

“You mind if I join you for a couple?”

“Not at all,” he said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through his system.

“Cool,” Whitney said, climbing through the bushes towards his patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”

She made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of his little patio table. Scott shook a cigarette out and handed it to her. He flicked his lighter open, lit her cigarette and then his own. Then he grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered her one.

“Thanks,” she said.

“My pleasure,” Scott replied.

Whitney took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. She leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Scott didn’t want to stare at her but found it exceedingly difficult not to. She was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way she held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.

Scott’s dick was getting hard just from looking at her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, trying to steer his mind out of the gutter.

“I don’t,” she said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”

“I take it tonight is one of those nights?”

“It certainly is.”

“Guy trouble?”

“Something like that.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Fair enough.”

Whitney took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”

“It’s just not my thing,” Scott said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next guy, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Whitney said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” She finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”

Scott nearly spit his beer all over the table.

“Oh, did that get your attention?” Whitney said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Maybe just a little,” Scott said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

Whitney’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”

“About what?” Scott replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, he barely even knew her.

“About coming back to my place,” she said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”

Containing his excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Scott said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”

“It does,” Whitney said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”


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Five minutes later they were in Whitney’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.

“I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jack,” Whitney said, extending her hand towards the bottle.

Scott nodded towards it. “Hello there, Jack.”

“Have you two met before?”

“Once or twice,” Scott said.

“Jack’s one of my best friends,” Whitney said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into heavier stuff, but not me. Not often, at least. I prefer my good friend Jack. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” She held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that right, Jack?”

Scott eyed her wearily, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. And whether or not it was too late to get himself out of it. Or if he even wanted to. He’d been with his share of women over the years, but they’d mostly been traditional hook-ups; co-workers, friends of a friend, the occasional drunken one-night stand, that sort of thing. Nothing like this had never happened to him before, not even close. And while he wasn’t opposed to it, he certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.

But before he could settle on a course of action, Whitney took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Scott grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.

“Bottoms up,” Whitney said, effortlessly shooting the Jack.

Scott did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.

Whitney laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.

“Yeah.”

“You sure? It didn’t look like Jack treated you all that nicely.”

“I’ll be fine,” Scott said. And to prove it, he grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.

“Not bad,” Whitney said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Her eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Scott wasn’t sure if the butterflies in his stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.

Oh well, he thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.


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Six shots later and Scott was starting to feel the effects of the Jack. Nothing too serious yet, but he knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes he would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.

Whitney was feeling it too. He could see it in her eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards him and clamped them onto his. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.

Just go with the flow, he told himself. And he did, following Whitney’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. He was just starting to wonder if he should take the lead into the next phase when Whitney pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Jack, and took a swig straight from the bottle.

“So what do you say, Scott? Do you think you can give me what I need?” she said, handing the bottle over to him.

“That depends on what it is.”

“I need to get fucked.”

Scott took a drink. “I think I can help you out with that.”

“You think you can?” she said. “Or you can.”

“I can.”

“I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that,” Whitney said. “I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Can you handle that?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”

Scott took another swig of the Jack, then said, “Positive.” And he almost believed it.

Smiling, Whitney said, “Great. Then hold on tight.” She grabbed the bottle out of Scott’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” Scott said. “Wait a second—”

“It’s too late now,” Whitney said as she yanked his jeans open and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees without any hint of gentleness. Scott’s cock was already hard; it had been since they’d started screwing around. “I tried to warn you,” she said. “Now it’s too late.”

Scott started to say something but Whitney wrapped her lips around his cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, shutting him up instantly except for the soft, wordless sigh that came from his mouth.

Whitney held her position—deepthroating Scott’s cock, hands gripping his ass, nose touching his stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of her hands went to the base of his shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped his balls. She spit on his cock and started aggressively jerking him off.

Looking up at him, she said “You like that? You like it when I take your cock down my throat? When I swallow the whole fucking thing?”

Scott nodded, afraid of what his voice would sound like if he tried to talk. But Whitney was having none of that. She knew she wanted, and she was going to get it.

“Say it,” Whitney said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”

Scott wasn’t sure when she’d flipped from a relatively normal girl to a dirty-talking slut, but it was freaking him out a little bit. He’d had his fair share of sex over the years, but nothing like this. Not even close. It was disturbing. Not disturbing enough to actually try and stop the proceedings, but disturbing nonetheless.

“I love it,” he said.

“Say it like you mean it,” Whitney snapped.

“I love it,” Scott said, more forcefully this time.

“Damn right you do,” Whitney shot back, her hand still working his cock, her eyes still locked on his. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you? You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

Scott nodded without thinking.

“Say it,” she said again, more impatiently this time.

“Yes,” Scott replied.

“Tell me what you want,” Whitney said.

Scott was buzzing pretty hard from the Jack Daniels but not quite hard enough to completely get over his discomfort. So he reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though he knew it wouldn’t effect him immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes he’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of his mouth gave him enough courage to say the words.

“I want you to deepthroat me,” he said. But apparently it wasn’t forceful enough for Whitney.

“Not very convincing,” she said.

Scott took another swig of Jack. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”

“Close,” she said, the psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corner of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”

Fuck it, Scott thought. No reason to hold back now.

One more swig of Jack, then, “Choke on my cock you fucking slut.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Whitney said, smiling like a demon.

She slapped his cock against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing him, her lips moving up and down his shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, choking noises coming from her mouth as she took his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then her hands were again gripping his ass cheeks and his cock had again completely disappeared.

“Ho-ly shit,” Scott said as Whitney held his cock in her throat for what felt like an eternity.

Her tongue flicked out and licked his balls and her eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off his cock.

Whitney took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on his cock and started jerking it some more. Copious amounts of saliva covered Scott’s cock, making it slippery as hell.

She shifted positions, sliding her body further beneath his, until he was practically straddling her face. She held his cock against his stomach with one hand while cupping his sack with her other, trapping them in a tight, little pouch. She then proceeded to go to work on his balls, licking, sucking, gargling them, one, then the other, and finally both together.

The pressure was practically unbearable. Scott’s legs were jelly, forcing him to grab ahold of the counter top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.

And then, right when Scott thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Whitney was climbing to her feet. She put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out towards him, taunting Scott with its perfection. She reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string, which she promptly wiggled out of. As Scott watched, transfixed, it dropped to the floor. Whitney stepped out of it, her heels clicking on the hard kitchen tiles.

“Well?” she said, her head turned to look back at him. “What are you waiting for? Time to return the favor.”

Smiling, Scott sat on the floor, grabbed one of Whitney’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried his face in between them.

“That’s right,” she said, pushing back against him and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury your face in my pussy.”

Scott went to work on Whitney’s pussy, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running his tongue up and down her snatch, sucking on her pussy lips, sticking his rigid tongue inside her. She started to ride his tongue, lightly at first but then picking up more speed, her moans growing louder with every bounce.

Reaching back, Whitney grabbed a handful of Scott’s hair and pulled his face deeper into her, practically smothering him, forcing him to breath her into his lungs. He did so with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with desire as her wet, musky sweetness intoxicated him further.

Then she was pulling his hair, lifting him up from the ground.

“I need you inside me,” she said, looking back at Scott while she rubbed her ass against his rock-hard cock. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

Wasting no time, Scott did as he was told, his cock sliding into Whitney’s soaking wet pussy with no resistance whatsoever. The moment he got it inside she slammed her ass back into him, causing him to lose his balance and nearly knocking him off his feet.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” he said, grabbing her around the hips and leaning forward to better balance himself against her thrusts.

“You’re damn right,” Whitney said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”

She slammed back into Scott again, but this time he was prepared for it, and drove his cock into her at the same time.

“There you go,” she said, slamming back into him again. “There’s some hope for you after all.”

Laughing softly, not used to having his sexual prowess questioned and not really liking it, Scott decided to take more control of the situation. If Whitney wanted it hard, he’d give her all she could handle.

He grabbed the back of her shoulders, pulling her back towards him with every thrust. It took them a few pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Whitney’s upper half bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against Scott’s hips, her hair flying everywhere, Scott’s cock going in and out of her pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the sounds of raw, animalistic sex.

“Fuck yeah,” Whitney said. “That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me pay!”

She threw her right leg up on the counter, opening herself up even more to him. And Scott took advantage, shifting his body to give her every inch of his cock. His left hand drifted up and grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked her head back, eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to alleviate the pressure.

“You like that?” Scott said, the effects of the alcohol combining with the oblivion of sex to completely obliterate his inhibitions. “You like it when I pull your hair?”

“I love it,” Whitney moaned, her voice a guttural growl.

Scott spanked her ass. “What about that?” he asked, still fucking her like a madman all the while. “You like that too?”

“Yes.”

He spanked it again, harder this time. “What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” she screamed.

He spanked her ass again, even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small kitchen. Slap!

“Louder,” he said.

“YES!”

Slap!

“YES!”

Slap!

“YES!” Whitney screamed, her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING STOP!”

Scott spanked her ass a couple more times then wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite shoulder and pulled her closer in to him, until their heads were just inches apart. With his opposite hand he reached out and grabbed her breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from Whitney. Grunting with exertion, he continued fucking her with everything he had, grinding up against her ass, pummeling her mercilessly as she screamed for more until he no longer had anything left.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Scott said, pulling his cock out of her pussy at the last possible moment and squirting his seed all over Whitney’s ass. Gasping for breath, he leaned back against the counter behind him.

Whitney grabbed a hand towel and wiped his sperm off her ass. “What a waste of good cum,” she said, shaking her head sadly. “Next time give me a heads-up before you’re going to do that. We’ll find a better place for it.”

“Next time?” Scott said, too tired to mask his surprise.

“Of course,” Whitney said. “It’s not even midnight yet. We’ve still got half the night to play around. Unless you’ve had enough?”

“Hell no,” Scott said.

“Are you sure? Because I can—”

“You can just stop right there,” he said. “No way I’m going to pass up the chance to fuck you again.”

“Is that right?” Whitney said, flashing him a nasty little grin.

“That’s right,” Scott said, grinning right back at her.

“Then let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and starting to lead him out of the kitchen. “Oh, and don’t forget the Jack. A few more shots and things are apt to get real kinky.”

Scott reached back and snatched the bottle off the counter. He didn’t want to miss out on the chance of things getting kinkier. No way, no how. He only hoped that in the morning he’d be able to remember everything. Somehow he thought he would, no matter how drunk he got. Some nights you just can’t forget. And he was pretty certain this New Year’s Eve was going to be one of them.

 

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MY NAUGHTY BABES: MELANIE

SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

I’m a traveling man. Not quite in the old-school sense of the word, necessarily, but in the spirit of it, at least. My job takes me around the country, keeping me continually on the move; two weeks on the West Coast, a day in the Midwest, a weekend the South, then on to the East Coast for a week before heading back west. We have companies in almost half of the states of the US, and I’m constantly putting out fires in every single one of them.

Needless to say this precludes me from having a traditional relationship. It simply wouldn’t be fair to be gone from my family at all times; not to me or to them. But that’s okay. I’ve never been much for the traditional lifestyle anyway. I prefer to do things my own way.

Luckily for me I’m a pretty good looking dude, a tall and dark-haired 27-year old with a body honed from years of playing sports and working out. I’m extremely comfortable in my own skin and have a pitch-black, self-deprecating sense of humor. Which is a long-winded way of saying that I’ve never really had any trouble with women.

That last part has made things pretty easy for me while I’m on the road. Over the years I’ve cultivated a number of relationships, leaving me with one woman for each of the cities I visit on a regular basis. They’re not girlfriends in the traditional sense but they’re more than just fuck-buddies. Each women is someone I spend the majority of my non-working time with when I come into town, sort of like a short-lived, temporary relationship, minus all the hassles. We party, we go to dinner, we hang out, and we fuck. Then we both move on until the next time I’m in town.

There are, of course, occasional issues that flare-up in this kind of set-up, but for the most part, it works wonderfully. I’m certainly happy about my life. The way I see it I get the best of both worlds; a bevy of hot, awesome, sexually-active companions without the hassles and pitfalls of a long-term relationship. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

 

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I arrived in St. Louis at 6PM, got into my rental car, and made my way towards Melanie’s apartment. I had four days in the city, most of which were going to spent working, but tonight I had the evening to do with what I pleased. So I’d made plans to take Melanie to dinner before settling down for the night.

Melanie was a 23-year old graduate student at the University of Missouri, where she was studying to be a biochemist. I’d met her a couple years back when she was working part-time at one of our sister companies, helping make ends meet.

At a shade under 5’4” and barely more than 100 pounds, Melanie was a tiny young woman with long brown hair and a rocking body. She was one of those lucky girls that could go either way; she could play down her looks and be the girl-next-door, cute as a button, all innocent and wholesome looking, or she could sex things up and pull off the filthy, slutty look with ease.

Most of the time, I preferred the latter. Luckily for me, on this night, that was what I got.

It was just after 7PM when I knocked on her door.

“Come on in,” I heard Melanie call out. “I’m in the bedroom.”

I opened the door and walked in, then closed and locked it behind me. I made my way into the bedroom, an excited little smile playing on my lips. I loved these first nights with one of my girls. It was like Christmas morning every single time.

I pushed Melanie’s bedroom door open and peeked inside her room. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror attached to the wall next to the bed, putting the finishing touches on her bright-red lipstick, which combined with the generous portion of black mascara around her eyes and the teased-up, slightly ruffled hair to give her that ultra-slutty look that I loved so much.

Her outfit played it up too, consisting of a long-sleeve white blouse that showed off her small but firm and perfect tits while leaving her flat midriff exposed and a tiny jean skirt that barely covered her ass and left her black g-string panties visible. And just to top things off she was wearing a pair of black knee-high boots with heels that added four inches to her frame, making her almost my height.  

Melanie caught my eye in the mirror and flashed me a smile. “What do you think?” she asked, spinning in place.

“I think I’m already hard just from looking at you.”

“You like it that much, huh?”

“Like it? Hell, it’s all I can do to not cream my pants right now.”

Melanie laughed and went back to finishing up her lipstick. It was a totally unnecessary move, meant only to taunt me with her puckered up lips. And it worked. I just couldn’t resist.

I came up behind her and pressed my body up against hers. My already hard cock was pressing against my pants, poking her in the lower back, right above her ass. She caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled wickedly. I returned the gesture.

“I thought we were going to dinner?” Melanie said, acting all innocent.

“We are,” I replied. “Just not until after I ravage you.”

“I don’t know,” she said, pretending to play hard-to-get, a ruse that was undermined by her wry smile and the tone of her voice, not to mention her body, which was rubbing up against mine with deliberate intentions. “It took me half an hour to get made up like this. I don’t know if I want to go through that again.”

“Please,” I said, drawing the word out to play up my mock disgust. “You know this is exactly why you got all dolled up. You wanted to make it impossible for me to keep my hands off you.”

“I must admit, I was hoping it would have that effect.”

“Then stop your whining and let me do what I’m good at,” I said as I ran my hand up the side of her body, slipped my hand under her shirt and cupped her right breast. I pinched her nipple and felt it harden beneath my fingers almost immediately. She let out a low moan as I rubbed her nipple between my fingertips.

“Oh, okay. Fine,” Melanie said in an exaggeratedly resigned tone. “If you can’t keep your hands off me, then I guess I’ll just have to let you do your worst.” She began rubbing her ass up and down against me, her breathing rate growing more and more rapid with every second.

I leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe while I switched my hand over to her right nipple and gave it the same treatment as the left one. Once both were hard enough to be poking through the material of her shirt, I slid my hand out from under her shirt and continued running it up her body until it was wrapped loosely around her throat.

Our eyes were still locked together via the mirror while I lifted her chin slightly and licked and sucked at her exposed neck. Her hands came up to her tits and she grabbed ahold of them over the material and played with them.

Melanie’s breath continued to grow shallower and quicker as I ran my other hand down under her ass and curled my fingers and start playing with her pussy, rubbing it over her panties, causing them to soak through almost immediately.

She tilted her head up and back, kissing my lips as I slid her g-string to the side, giving me access to her pussy proper. I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and started banging her with them. One of her hands dropped to my crotch and began rubbing my cock through my pants.

I stuck my tongue deeper into her mouth and explored more aggressively, matching the intensity of my fingers, which were now slamming in and out of her pussy with more vigor. Melanie turned it up a notch on her end too, unzipping my fly and sticking her hand into my pants to get a better grip on my cock.

Our lips were still locked together as I added another finger to the fray, making it three inside of her pussy. She countered by pulling my cock out of my pants and starting to jerk me off.

Suddenly I pulled my head back, breaking off our kiss. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked on them greedily, licking her juices from my fingers, cleaning them off one by one while she looked at my reflection in the mirror.

When she was done, I ran my free hand back down towards her ass and gave it an upwards slap. She yelped in surprise and pleasure. I did it again. She made the same noise and starting jerking me off more aggressively while she groped at her tits with her other hand, slapping and smacking them and pinching her nipple. She was obviously enjoying herself. As was I. And things were about to get even better.

I grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it inside her pussy and slowly started moving my hips back and forth. It wasn’t long before I was giving her every inch of my manhood.

“God damn,” Melanie said. “That feels so fucking good. I’ve missed you so much.”

I wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite shoulder and pulled her closer to me until our heads were just inches apart. My other hand slid up her waist and grabbed ahold of her breast and squeezed as I laid into her with everything I had.

Melanie spread her legs further apart, allowing me to get in under her body, giving me a better angle to work with. I ran my hand down her stomach and between her legs and began rubbing her clit as I continued fucking her from behind.

“Holy shit,” she said between deep, shuddering breaths. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that hard cock of yours.”

We were both breathing hard and grunting softly, filling the room with the sounds of sex. Melanie’s pussy was so wet it was difficult to keep my cock inside her, it threatened to slide all the way out of her every time I pulled back it was so slippery.   

A short time later, gasping for breath and needing a break, I leaned over, my stomach pressing against Melanie’s back and my chin resting on her shoulder.

Melanie turned her face so she was looking over her shoulder at me. Her breath was ragged, her eyes intense, her hair everywhere.

“Not a bad start to the evening,” she said, smiling at me.

“Not bad at all,” I replied.

Giggling, she turned so she was facing me. and dropped to her knees. “Do you mind if we mix things up a little bit?” she asked.

“Not at all,” I said.

“I want to lick my pussy juices off your hard cock,” she added, making me shiver in delight.

“Be my guest,” I said, my cock harder than ever.

Melanie flashed me a grin and dropped to her knees. She grabbed ahold of my cock with her hand and then ran her tongue up and down and all around it, cleaning my cock of her pussy juices, her eyes turned up to me the whole time.

“Fuckin-A,” I said, laughing under my breath as I stared down at her. She was one hell of a filthy slut. But in a good way, of course.

After my cock was cleaned off, Melanie put her hands on my ass, then wrapped her lips around my cock and started pushing her head forward, taking my cock into her mouth one inch at a time, not slowing down and not stopping until the whole thing was in her mouth, eliciting a soft, wordless sigh from me.

Melanie effortlessly held her position—deepthroating my cock, hands gripping my ass, nose touching my stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to take a deep breath.

One of her hands went to the base of my shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped my balls. Staring up at me, locking her eyes with mine, she spit on my cock and started jerking me off.

“Did that feel good?” she asked, still jerking me off while she talked.

I nodded.

“Do you like it when I deepthroat your cock? When I take the whole thing in my throat.”

I nodded again, my grin matching hers.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes please,” I said.

“Okay,” she replied. “But only on one condition.”

“You name it,” I said.

“After I’m done, you return the favor.”

“No offense,” I said, “But I don’t think that’s physically possible.”

“Ha-ha,” she said humorlessly, but her eyes reflected her amusement. “You know what I mean.”

I laughed. “No problem,” I said. “It would be my pleasure to eat your pussy once you’re done sucking my cock.”

“Then let’s get this show on the road,” Melanie said.

She shifted position, sliding her body further beneath me. Holding my cock upright against my stomach, she started licking my balls. With her other hand she squeezed my sack tight, trapping my balls in a little pouch of her making, and proceeding to go to town on them, licking, sucking, and gargling them, one at a time, then the other, and finally both together.

She slapped my cock against her tongue a couple times then went back to blowing me, her lips moving up and down my shaft along with her hand, sucking and jerking at the same time, choking noises coming from her mouth as she took my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then her hands were again gripping my ass cheeks and my cock had completely disappeared.

“Ho-ly shit,” I said as she held my cock in her throat for what seemed like an eternity. Her tongue flicked out and licked my balls, then she started to gag and finally pulled off my cock. She took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on my cock and started jerking it some more, the ridiculous amount of saliva coating my cock making it slippery as hell.

With her free hand she grasped my sack, cupping my balls in her palm. “I love these balls,” she said, smiling up at me. “I want them slapping up against me, smacking against my pussy while you fuck me from behind.”

“I thought you wanted me to return the favor?” I said, smiling down at her.

“I do,” she said. “But I never said when I wanted you to eat my pussy. That can come later. Right now I need your hard cock inside of me again.”

“Fair enough,” I said, smiling widely. I loved it when she talked dirty.

“But this time I want you to fuck me like you mean it,” she said, staring up at me with an intense look. “Like you’ve got something to prove. Can you do that?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

“Then show me what you got, big boy. Turn me inside out.”

“With pleasure,” I said, pulling her to her feet and then lifting her up in my arms.

I carried her over to the bed and dropped her atop the covers, then spun her around and put her on her hands and knees. Her skirt was riding up her hips, covering just the very top of her incredibly tight, perfect little ass, framing it perfectly. It had me salivating just looking at it. I climbed onto the bed, spread her legs wider, and sidled up to her, my cock resting on top of her ass. I flipped the skirt up to get it out of the way, so it was just above her ass, then slid my cock inside her dripping wet, freshly shaved pussy.

Melanie let out a little gasp followed by a low moan as I gave her my cock in fast but shallow strokes, starting things off relatively slowly. But she was having none of that, bucking her ass back into me, forcing my cock deeper inside her with every thrust.

With my hands on her hips for balance, our bodies slammed together, her ass bouncing off my hips as I bottomed out inside her pussy. I spread one of her asscheeks, giving myself a better look at her pretty little asshole, which was opening wider and wider as she got more and more excited.

“Is that all you got?” she said, turning her head to look back at me. “Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you?”

Grinning evilly, I decided to bypass her asshole (for now) and ran my hands up her back and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back harder against me as I continued pounding away at her pussy.

“You like talking shit, don’t you?” I said as I slammed my cock balls-deep inside her, my hips hammering away at her ass.

“I love it,” Melanie cried between deep, gasping breaths.

“Yeah?” I said. “You like egging me on, getting me to fuck you harder and harder, don’t you?”

She was breathing too hard to answer me immediately so I released her shoulders and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back on it, forcing her to arch her back to alleviate the pressure.


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