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  READY TO BLOW

  8 FILTHY TALES

  Featuring stories from:

  Michael Scott Taylor

  JT Holland

  TJ Holland

  Aaron Grimes

  Copyright 2017 by AE Publications

  AE PUBLICATIONS

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough sex, dirty talk, anal play and more. Definitely not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak heart! I repeat: 18 and over only!!!

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  FROM MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

  FILTHY ANAL SLUT

  OWNING THE SLUT

  FROM JT HOLLAND

  THE GIRL IS IN CHARGE

  DREAM COME TRUE

  FROM TJ HOLLAND

  MY SEXY ROOMMATE

  SUITE LOVIN’

  FROM AARON GRIMES

  ANAL BOMBSHELL

  ANAL FRENZY

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  FILTHY ANAL SLUT

  MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

  Eric was pacing around the hotel room, anxiously awaiting Jasmine’s arrival, feeling a high-school kid getting ready for his first date. Only he was a 35-year old man, not a teenager, and he wasn’t picking up his girlfriend for dinner and a movie, he was waiting for an escort to arrive at his hotel room so they could partake in an hour-long session of perverted, deviant sex.

  To say that he wasn’t planning on this turn of events would be an insult to understatements. When he first called Jasmine a few months back, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to take out the frustrations caused by his greedy ex-wife and her blood-sucking lawyers on another girl without having to worry about the consequences. And for the first session, that’s all Jasmine was. A stand-in for his wife, someone he could degrade and punish in effigy. And punish her he did, doing things to her he’d never done to anyone before.

  But he had so much fun that first session that he just had to call her for another one. And another after that. And then another. Until it had become a regular thing.

  And as the sessions continued, they began to take on a different tone. Eric started seeing Jasmine as a person instead of just a stand-in for his ex. Not someone he wanted a relationship with (at least, not a traditional one) but someone that he enjoyed seeing.

  They still had nasty, dirty, rough, aggressive, deviant sex, but it was no longer rooted in hate. It was rooted in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. For both of them. (All right, so maybe she was just faking her enjoyment—after all, she was getting paid—but Eric didn’t think so. He was convinced that she truly did enjoy fucking. Not just him, of course, but anyone. Jasmine just flat out loved to fuck.)

  Eric came to think of his time with Jasmine as an opportunity to experiment with all the sexual fantasies he’d held inside over the years. Something about the non-emotionality involved with paying an escort allowed him to get past the weird discomfort that had always dogged him when it came to getting freaky in the bedroom, and this, combined with Jasmine’s willingness to do literally anything, had freed him up to explore every single dirty, nasty, perverted thought that had ever entered his head. (And even a couple that, until Jasmine brought them up, hadn’t.)

  So, in a way, he had reverted back to his high-school days, when everything seemed new and different and special. That he’d feel that way with someone he paid money to fuck was ironic, to say the least, but he figured it was better than nothing.

  A whole lot better.

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  There’s a knock on the door. Eric forces himself to take a deep breath, then heads over and opens it.

  Jasmine is standing there, looking as sexy as ever, with her thin, athletic, lithe body and cute, girlish face. She’s wearing a tiny bright orange dress that barely covers her ass, making her already long legs seem like they go on forever. She’s smiling, as always. And it’s genuine, as always.

  She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks past him, dropping her purse down on the end table, near the couch. When she turns back he’s already right on top of her.

  He wraps his arm around her, hands on her ass, and starts kissing her. They make out for a few seconds before she pulls back, eyeing him curiously.

  “My, we’re rearing to go tonight, aren’t we?” she says playfully, pushing her body up against his rock-hard cock.

  “What can I say? I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment you walked out the door last time.”

  “I have too,” Jasmine says.

  He laughs. “You liar.”

  She gives him a look like she’s trying to get out of getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

  “You know what happens to liars,” Eric says, flashing her an evil grin.

  “Of course I know,” she replies. “They get punished.”

  “No,” he says. “They get severely punished.”

  “Ooooh, even better,” she says. “What kind of punishment is in store for tonight?”

  “You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”

  “I can’t wait.”

  Eric pulls the top of Jasmine’s dress down, revealing her perfect, perky little tits. He attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and sucks on it until it’s nice and hard.

  “This doesn’t seem like a punishment to me,” she says. “It seems more like a reward.”

  “I’m starting off slow,” he says, pulling his mouth off her nipple with a pop. It’s grown to the size of a pencil eraser. “I’m lulling you into a sense of relaxation by pleasuring you. The punishment will come later.”

  He switches over to her other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

  Jasmine moans in enjoyment and runs her hand down his stomach and starts rubbing his cock through his pants.

  Eric returns the favor, running his hand down her body and hiking her dress up over her hips, revealing her black g-string panties. He rubs her pussy while still working her tits with his mouth. It isn’t long before she’s soaking through the cotton.

  She grabs his head and lifts it towards her own then sticks her tongue down his throat and starts exploring his mouth.

  He continues working her pussy while they make out, sliding her g-string to the side to give him direct access. He slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging her.

  Jasmine moans more loudly and kisses him more aggressively, her hands now moving down to his belt, which she quickly undoes. His pants fall to the ground. She follows, dropping to her knees.

  She goes to work on his cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, caressing his balls, then sucking on them for a bit, her eyes locked on his, looking up at him the entire time.

  “You have such a beautiful cock,” Jasmine says in one of the rare times when her mouth isn’t full. “I love touching it and licking it and sucking it.”

  And then she dives in with a proper blowjob, her red lips wrapped around his cock, moving up and down on his shaft in time with her hand, which is still jerking him off. Her blonde hair is thrown back, allowing him a perf
ect view of her pretty little face sucking his cock.

  “You like how I suck it?” she says, not waiting for an answer before diving right back in, going hands-free this time. She takes him most of the way down her throat, holds it for a couple of seconds, then pulls back off and goes back to jerking him off, her eyes still locked on his.

  He nods in response to her earlier question.

  Smiling, she says, “That’s nothing, baby. I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never had done before,” then goes back to work, sliding her body further beneath him and taking his ballsack in her mouth.

  “Godammit that feels fucking good,” Eric says as Jasmine sucks on his balls, bouncing them off each other in her mouth while her hand still works his cock.

  After tea-bagging him for a bit she runs her tongue along the bottom of his sack, then scoots her body even further beneath him and starts licking his taint.

  “Holy fucking shit,” he says without thinking. His legs feel like they’re going to buckle. His head feels like it’s going to explode.

  She takes his words as a sign she’s doing something right and it gives her the confidence to take things to the next level. She scoots even further beneath him then turns around and runs her tongue over his asshole.

  A bolt of lightning shoots up Eric’s spine. He lets out a piteous groan of pure pleasure and tries not to think too hard about what’s going on. Just sit back and enjoy it, he tells himself.

  Jasmine licks his asshole for what seems like an eternity but is really only a few of seconds of objective time. Then she slides out the back of his legs.

  A stab of disappointment hits him but before he has a chance to dwell on it, she gives him a good hearty slap on the ass.

  “Down on the floor,” she says. “Hand and knees.”

  He does as he’s told without hesitation.

  “That’s a good boy,” she says.

  Jasmine drops down to her hands and knees herself, then crawls in closer to him, grabs ahold of his asscheeks—one in each hand—spreads them apart and sticks her face between them, her tongue going to work on his asshole.

  He turns his head to the side and uses the mirrored wall of the closet to watch the proceedings from a third-person view. This excites him even further.

  “Goddamn you’re a filthy little slut,” Eric says while she tosses his salad, running her tongue up his asshole over and over again while her hands play with his cock and balls continuously.

  She lifts her head up, sees him watching in the mirror, and gives him a wink. “I told you before,” she says with a smile. “I’m the filthiest.” Then she dives back in.

  Eric laughs softly and shakes his head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to regulate his excitement. He’s pathetically unsuccessful.

  Afraid he’s going to cum way too quickly, he crawls forward a couple of steps to escape her grasp and turns around to face her.

  “What’s the matter?” she asks, her face a mask of fake innocence. She’s up on her knees, her back straight. “You didn’t like that?”

  “I loved it,” he says, walking on his knees towards her. “A bit too much, actually.”

  “Aaahhh, I get it,” she says, her face blooming into a smile. “You poor boys. You only get to cum once and then you need a break.”

  “Exactly,” he says. “Unlike you girls who get to cum as many times as you want.”

  “It doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Jasmine says.

  “No it doesn’t,” Eric says as he again attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and starts to hungrily suck on it. They’re just so perfect and inviting he can’t keep his mouth off them.

  She lets out a sexy little moan and runs her hand down her body and slides her panties down her legs and starts rubbing her clit. Her moans grow louder.

  He gives Jasmine’s protruding nipple a little bite, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her, then moves to the other one to give it the same treatment. After he sucks on it for a bit then gives it a little bite too, Eric pulls back and grabs ahold of his cock and jerks off while watching her play with her clit.

  Jasmine notices Eric watching her and slips two fingers inside her pussy.

  “You like that, don’t you?” she says, her eyes locked onto his, her hand working feverishly, moving in and out of her pussy. “You like watching me fuck myself?”

  “I fucking love it,” he says.

  “You want to see another one in there?” she asks.

  He nods.

  Smiling, her eyes not leaving his, Jasmine slips another finger inside her pussy, biting down on her bottom lip as it goes in. It takes a few seconds to loosen up but pretty soon she’s moving all three fingers in and out of her pussy as quickly as she was moving two just moments before.

  Eric reaches out with his free hand and smacks down on her left tit. The sound fills the room.

  She yelps and goes to work even more feverishly on herself, obviously turned on by the slapping.

  He smacks her other tit and gets the same result.

  “Do it again,” Jasmine says breathlessly. “Please do it again.”

  He obliges, smacking one tit, waiting a couple of seconds, then smacking the other.

  Moaning with pleasure, her free hand flies down and goes to work on her clit while the other continues banging herself.

  He slaps her tits again. One, then the other.

  And again.

  And again.

  With every slap Jasmine attacks herself even more intensely, both arms moving faster and faster, her fingers digging in more and more aggressively, until finally she reaches that point which she’s been seeking. She freezes up for a moment, then utters a high-pitched wordless scream as her body shakes and shimmies as the orgasm overtakes her.

  Smiling, Jasmine slides her soaking wet fingers out of her pussy and sticks them in her mouth and licks them clean of her juices.

  “There’s number one,” she says. “Ready to try for another?”

  “That’s so not fair,” he says.

  She laughs and offers a little shrug. “What can I say? Life’s not fair.”

  “You do realize I’m going to have to punish you to make up for the inequity of this world.”

  “If you insist,” she says with a smile.

  Eric smacks her tit one last time for good measure then climbs to his feet and steps towards her.

  “Look at me,” he says.

  She does.

  Standing over her, he stares down at her pretty little smiling face and wonders how such a beauty could be such a filthy little slut. No matter how it happened, he considered himself a lucky man for having hooked up with her.

  “Hands behind your back,” Eric says.

  Jasmine obliges.

  He grabs ahold of his cock and smacks her cheek with it a few times. Then he switches sides and smacks her other cheek with it.

  Her smile grows wider.

  “You like getting smacked around, don’t you?” Eric says.

  Jasmine bites down on her bottom lip and nods.

  “Open your mouth,” he says.

  She does as she’s told without hesitation.

  He grabs the back of her head and pulls it towards him, guiding his hard cock into her mouth.

  She wraps her lips around it.

  “Keep your mouth open,” Eric says.

  She instantly opens it back up.

  He shuffles forward a little, giving him more leverage, then proceeds to fuck Jasmine’s face, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth while his hands grip the back of her head.

  Gurgling sounds come from Jasmine’s throat as Eric slams his cock into her mouth. Her face is tilted upwards, allowing her to maintain eye contact the entire time. Her eyes are wide and full of enjoyment; she truly does get off on this kind of thing.

  Eric pummels Jasmine’s mouth, his balls slapping up against her cheek with every pump, her eyes never leaving his. A few more thrusts and then he slams it deep into her throat and hold
s it there, choking her, causing tears to leak out of her eyes.

  She gags and coughs but makes no attempt to pull away, apparently content to deepthroat him for as long as he can take it. He releases her head, allowing her the ability to pull off whenever she needs to.

  But instead of pulling off his cock Jasmine pushes her head forward, taking him even further down her throat. Her nose is pressing up against his belly and her tongue is flicking out from beneath his cock to tickle his balls as she deepthroats him.

  “Holy fuck,” Eric says in a breathless burst. He’s never gotten head like this before. Not even from Jasmine. She’s on top of her game tonight.

  Finally, after what seems like forever she pulls back, releasing his cock from her throat and allowing herself a chance to breathe. She takes a few deep, gasping breaths and then looks up at him.

  “You are fucking amazing,” he says.

  “I know,” she replies with a smirk. “You want me to do it again?”

  “So I can blow my load already?” he says. “Hell no. I need to take a little break. Besides, it’s time for me to return the favor.”

  “If you insist,” she says, her smile growing wider.

  Eric reaches down and picks Jasmine up, lifting her with ease, and throws her up over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. A very sexy sack of potatoes.

  She laughs and slaps his ass while he carries her over to the other side of the room.

  Eric tosses Jasmine down onto the couch, lengthwise. She lands on her back, still laughing softly. He grabs her by the waist and flips her over so she’s on her stomach, then lifts her ass into the air. Her dress is still hiked up around her waist but he leaves it there. Something about fucking a girl while she’s still clothed turns him on.

  Jasmine slides her knees under herself, hikes up onto her hands and arches her back, lifting her ass further into the air. Turning her head back towards him, she says, “Is this how you want me? On my hands and knees so you can fuck me from behind?”

  “That’s exactly how I want you,” Eric says, looking down at her perfect, tight little ass sticking up right below him, her asshole gaping slightly and beckoning him. “Don’t you fucking move.”