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  EROTIC FILTHINESS

  8 DIRTY STORIES

  Featuring stories from:

  JT Holland

  Misty Rose

  Brock Landers

  Rickie Sheen

  Jordan Taylor

  Dirk Rockwell

  Tory Mynx

  Scotty Diggler

  Copyright 2017 by AE Publications

  AE 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, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, threesome, lesbian, anal sex, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PUNISHING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT BY JT HOLLAND

  THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS MANHANDLED BY MISTY ROSE

  PUNISHING THE SLUT BY BROCK LANDERS

  TWO FILTHY SLUTS BY RICKIE SHEEN

  DIRTY LITTLE SPINNER BY JORDAN TAYLOR

  WHAT SHE’S ALWAYS WANTED BY DIRK ROCKWELL

  TAKING CONTROL OF THE STUD THE ACROSS THE HALL BY TORY MYNX

  MY NAUGHTY BABES: MELANIE BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

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  PUNISHING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT

  MY ADVENTURES WITH THE TRASH TALKING SLUT: VOLUME TWO

  JT HOLLAND

  I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Riley. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

  “Hey Riley, what’s up?” I said.

  “Are you busy?” she replied.

  “Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

  “Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

  I laughed. Riley wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 21-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

  “Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

  “Well, let’s just put it this way,” Riley said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

  “I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Riley was. It simply wasn’t possible.

  #

  I showed up at Riley’s door half an hour later.

  “It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Riley it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

  “Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

  “Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties, and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Riley was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

  I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

  “So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

  She nodded.

  “What did you do this time?” I asked.

  “I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

  I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Riley it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

  “Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

  “What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 21-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Riley scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

  I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Riley couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted. She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

  “So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

  “No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

  “Fine,” Riley said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

  “That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

  She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

  “So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

  She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into ch
aracter.

  “Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

  Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

  “You think so, huh?”

  She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

  “You’re sure about that?”

  “Positive.”

  “Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”

  I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.

  “Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.

  “That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.

  “I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.

  “Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”

  “Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”

  “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

  I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.

  But Riley didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.

  Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.

  Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.

  “Is that all you got?” she said.

  “As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”

  “Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”

  “If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.

  She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.

  “Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.

  “Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.

  “You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”

  I slapped her again.

  This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

  “Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”

  I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.

  “That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”

  I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.

  “Harder,” she said.

  I obliged.

  “Harder,” she said, her voice rising.

  So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.

  “Harder!” she screamed.

  I slapped her yet again.

  And again.

  And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.

  But Riley was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.

  My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.

  “On your knees,” I said.

  She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.

  We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Riley and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.

  “Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”

  “I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Riley replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”

  She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

  “Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”

  “Since when is tonight about what I want?”

  “Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”

  She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”

  “No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”

  “I guess you will,” she said.

  Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.

  “Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.

  “I guess I could do that much,” Riley said. She opened her mouth.

  “Tongue out,” I said.

  She did as she was told without comment for once.

  I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”

  As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.

  Using Riley’s hair to control her movements, I pulled her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth, not stopping until she was deepthroating me. Once my cock had completely disappeared, I held her head in place, my cock planted firmly in her throat, her nose touching my navel, her lips pressing against my jeans.

  Caught by surprise, Riley was coughing and gagging and trying to pull off my cock, but I didn’t let her, riding her face like a rodeo cowboy rides a bull, shifting my hips to stay with her as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.

  “You’re not talking any shit now,” I said. “It’s kind of hard when your mouth is full.”

  I held on for another couple of seconds before letting her go. Her head snapped back and a river of saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she gasped for breath.

  Seeing Riley in distress just turned me on more. It was so rare to break through her defenses that I decided to capitalize on the situation before she fully recovered. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. Then I again grabbed two handfuls of her hair. But this time instead of bringing her towards me, I pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall. She was still trying to fill her lungs with air when I slid my cock back into her mouth.

  Instead of forcing her to deepthroat me, I pumped her open mouth with my cock, slamming it in and out of her in long, slow strokes, pulling it out of her for a couple seconds at the end of each thrust, giving her a chance to breathe.

  “Look up here,” I said. “The least you can do is look at me while I fuck your face.”

  She turned her eyes towards me and stared at me with defiance dripping from them.

  “That’s a good girl,” I said, my voice laced with mock praise. Strangely, I was just as turned on by the look she was giving me as I was from the sensation of my cock in her mouth.

  30 seconds later, I’d risen a little too close to orgasm for my own good. I needed a break. Plus I wanted to reward Riley for a job well done. So I pulled my cock out of her mouth, bent down, picked her up, threw her over my shoulders, and carried her into the bedroom.

  Once there, I tossed her down on the bed, her back on the mattress and her legs up in the air. I grabbed aho
ld of her ankles and spread her legs wide, as far as they would go. They were sticking straight out, knees locked, leg muscles tight.

  “Hold them there,” I said.

  Riley grabbed the heels of her boots and held her legs in position, wide open and beckoning.

  Still standing, I looked down at her, taking in her whole body before proceeding. Her white panties were soaked through, allowing me to see her pussy behind them. Her shirt was still covering her tits, but I left it on. There’s something about fucking a girl that’s still clothed that turned me on immensely.

  I grabbed Riley’s hips and slid them towards me until her lower half was right at the edge of the bed. From this angle, with me standing and her lying on the bed, my cock was hovering right over her pussy as if showing me where it wanted to go. For a moment I was tempted to stick it in her, but the temptation quickly passed. I had some other things that I needed to do is first.

  Reaching down, I grabbed ahold of Riley’s panties and yanked them aside, revealing her cleanly shaved, luscious little pink pussy. I turned slightly to the side to give myself a better angle, then slid two fingers inside her.

  I started off slowly, moving them back and forth with the purpose, rubbing the underside of her clit, something that I knew drove her crazy. I gradually picked up steam, moving my fingers faster and faster in and out of her. Riley had told me before that she liked getting fingered just as much as she liked getting fucked, if not more, and it showed in her face. She was trying to maintain her façade of indifference but was losing the battle. And when I curled the tip of my fingers upward and went to work on her G-spot, she gave up entirely.

  Her face was a curious mixture of pleasure and anger, as though she was mad at herself for feeling so good. I paused for a moment to slip a third finger inside her pussy then immediately picked up right where I’d left off, slamming my fingers into her hard enough that her legs started to buckle, bending at the knee.

  I immediately pulled my fingers from her pussy. Riley groaned in disappointment, a sound that turned into a yelp of surprise when I smacked her pussy with my open palm.

  “What the fuck was that for?” she asked, her legs folding even further.