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  EROTIC SLAVES

  8 SEXY STORIES

  Featuring stories from:

  JT Holland

  Scotty Diggler

  TJ Holland

  Jesse Flynn

  Jordan Parker

  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 JT HOLLAND

  FORCING THE ISSUE

  TWO GIRLS FOR EVERY GUY

  FROM SCOTTY DIGGLER

  A BLOW JOB AND BUTT SEX

  ANY WAY SHE WANTS IT

  FROM TJ HOLLAND

  MY NAUGHTY ROOMMATE

  LOOKING TO PARTY

  FROM JESSE FLYNN

  NEW YEAR’S EVE

  FROM JORDAN PARKER

  FILTHY LITTLE SLUT

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  FORCING THE ISSUE

  THE ADVENTURES OF A DIRTY SLUT: VOLUME FIVE

  JT HOLLAND

  I learned very early in life that if you want something you have to reach out and take it. There’s no use standing around and hoping that it will magically come to you; sure, it happens occasionally but not all that often. If you aren’t the master of your own destiny you’re bound to be disappointed. And I’m not the kind of girl that is willing to accept disappointment.

  This idea of taking control is even more important when it comes to sex. So many of my friends are afraid to even speak up in bed, afraid of telling their man what they want or don’t want, afraid of doing anything that might upset their precariously balanced relationship that’s bound to end up in disaster anyway.

  I just don’t get it. Why take the chance of being disappointed and ultimately unsatisfied when it comes to sex, especially when it’s so damn easy to get exactly what you want every time?

  I certainly don’t take that chance. I have absolutely no problem taking charge in the bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, or bathroom, or wherever that night’s fuck session is going to take place.

  I live by a simple philosophy. To get what you want you have to make your preferences known. Even demand them in some cases.

  Most people assume that because I’m a super-hot chick with a smoking body and a cute-as-hell face, it’s far easier to get men to do my bidding than it is for a normal girl. But that’s simply not the case. Sure, the men I go home with are generally better-than-average looking, but for the most part, at their core, all men are the same; pathetic little boys who naturally bow down to a woman who is willing to exert a little dominance. Tell them what you want and they’ll do it. Do what you want to them and they’ll accept it. Hell, most of the time they’ll enjoy it even if their ego won’t let them admit it out loud. Don’t believe me? Just try it sometime and see what happens. I guarantee you’ll enjoy the results.

  And if for some reason this rubs the man you’re with the wrong way, so be it. If he isn’t sure enough of himself to relinquish control every once in a while then he’s not someone you want to be with anyway. You’ll be saving yourself a whole lot of heartache down the road by finding this out early on.

  #

  I have a regular roster of men that I can choose from on a nightly basis, depending on my mood, but sometimes I just need someone new. Like last Saturday afternoon.

  I was sitting around, going through my phone, trying to decide who to spend the evening with but nobody was standing out. So I slapped on a little makeup and a black bikini that left very little to the imagination and walked out my front door, which opened up to the boardwalk on Mission Beach in San Diego.

  After scouring the beach for a little while I spotted a group of guys playing Over The Line out in front of Island Street. They were regulars, most of them in their mid-20’s like me. I’d slept with all of them and while a couple were decent lays, none was anything to write home about. But I knew I could get a couple of beers from them and a little attention, so I headed on over.

  It wasn’t until I arrived that I noticed the newcomer. He was a little bit younger than the others, maybe by a couple of years, and didn’t have quite the same look. He stood just outside the circle that had formed around me and he seemed a little more guarded than the others, not nearly as boisterous, like he wasn’t real comfortable within the group. Instead of openly gawking at me like the rest of them he cast a couple of shy, almost nervous glances in my direction. But he was a looker, that was for sure; much hotter than the rest of the guys. Just a shade over six feet tall with a mop of shoulder-length blonde hair and a lean but muscular body paired with a sharply-lined, tan face.

  “What’s with the new guy?” I asked, popping open a Coors Lite that I’d grabbed from the nearby cooler.

  “Oh, that’s Nick, my little brother,” Carl said. He was the spokesman of their little group. Not too bad in the sack, better than the others but nothing special.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah,” Carl said. “We dragged him along hoping that you’d come out and see us today.”

  I tilted my head and gave him a mock-disdainful look. “What are you trying to say?”

  Carl shrugged but he had a mischievous grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was up to. And I’m not going to lie, I was a little flattered. But still, I wanted to hear him say it. I couldn’t make things too easy on him, after all. That just wasn’t my style.

  “Come on,” I said. “Spit it out.”

  “He was hoping that you could teach me a thing or two,” Nick said from the rear of the group.

  This brought a combination of shocked laughs, a couple of snickers and a even a taunt or two from the rest of the guys. Which was to be expected from this group. I wasn’t offended. It took a hell of a lot more than that to offend me.

  I cast my eyes over towards Nick. I had to admit, I was surprised that he’d spoken up. And impressed too. It took a lot of balls to say something like that to a woman you had never met before, even if he had a pretty good idea of what kind of a woman I was. Especially with this much testosterone floating about.

  “Is that what you were hoping for too?” I asked him, seeing how he would react if he was forced to speak directly to me instead of chiming in when I wasn’t paying attention.

  He shrugged, suddenly not so talkative now that he was the center of the action. His face had turned a light shade of pink.

  “Well, is it or isn’t it?” I said.

  He took a deep breath and nodded.

  “How do you ask?”

  “Please?” he said, obviously not sure what I wanted.

  What I wanted was to start exerting my dominance over him, but also to see if he had any backbone whatsoever. In short, I was trying to get a general feel for him. Because even though I’d already decided to fuck his brains out, I wanted to at least have an idea of what I had to work with.

  “Ask me to take you back to my place,” I said. Our eyes were locked together, focused solely on one another. It was as if the rest of the group—the rest of
the world, in fact—didn’t exist. And in a very real sense, at least for Nick, it didn’t.

  “Please take me back to your place,” Nick said.

  “I’d love to,” I said with a smile. I walked over to him, grabbed his hand and started to lead him back to the boardwalk, just me and him, neither of us looking back.

  #

  A couple minutes later we were standing in my living room. After chatting a bit on the way over he’d turned suddenly quiet once we’d entered my house, as if the situation had suddenly gotten a lot more real.

  “You’re not sure about this, are you,” I said. I wasn’t offended, just amused. I was used to this sort of thing.

  After all, the mass media had narrowed the definition of what a desirable woman was. These days, most men fantasized about a woman with a refined, if not quite shy, demeanor. Someone that was easy to dominate, both mentally and physically. Not a little fireball with a boisterous attitude, unafraid to speak her mind and force the issue. The vast majority of the time men just didn’t know how to react to me.

  Nick shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s just . . .”

  “Don’t worry,” I said. “I get it. You’re used to being the one in control, the one calling all the shots.”

  I stepped closer to him. We were now less than a foot apart. He towered over me, but that didn’t matter. It rarely did.

  “Lots of men are intimidated by me,” I said.

  “It’s not that,” he replied.

  “Then what’s the problem?” I asked, taking another step towards him. Our bodies were as close as possible without actually touching but he didn’t back away. So far so good. He might actually be worth a shit.

  “There isn’t one,” Nick said, looking down at my tits. They were barely contained by my bikini top.

  “Good,” I said, my hand running down his chest and settling on his cock, which was pressing forcefully against his shorts. “Then stop your moping let’s get down to business.”

  I gave his cock a squeeze and flashed him a wicked little grin. He leaned in to kiss me and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. We made out, his hands making their way down to my chest to cop a feel for a few seconds before I broke off our kiss and took his hand and led him over to the couch.

  Once we arrived, I turned Nick around and gave him a little push on the chest, sitting him down.

  “Just sit back and relax,” I said.

  I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it to the floor. Flicking my hair to one side, I unclipped my bikini top and let it fall to the ground, freeing up my tits. I grabbed one and started playing with it, rubbing it and pinching my nipple, getting it warmed up. Once it was hard I switched over to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

  Nick was staring at me at intently, his mouth turned up in a little smile. Apparently he liked what he saw. No surprise there.

  I placed my hands on the outside of my tits and squeezed them together. “Do you like these?” I asked.

  Nick nodded.

  “You want to suck on them, don’t you?”

  He nodded again.

  “Yeah, I bet you do,” I said, laughing under my breath.

  I stepped forward and straddled him, one leg on each side of his body, and leaned forward so my tits were in his face. Then I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward, pressing his face into my chest.

  I squeezed my tits together, smashing his head between them and pulling his face further against my flesh, smothering him. I held him there for a full 5 seconds before releasing him.

  After giving Nick a moment to catch his breath, I did it again. This time I added to the sensation by sliding back and forth on his crotch, riding him. I could feel his cock growing harder beneath me, pushing more forcefully against his shorts.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I asked after letting him go. “You like it when I smother you with my tits.”

  He nodded yet again.

  “Not very talkative, are you?” I said in a playful voice.

  “Not really,” he said.

  “That’s okay,” I said. “I didn’t bring you back here for your conversation.”

  I grabbed the back of his head and again pulled his face against my chest. This time I held them there for a good 10 seconds before he tried to pull away. But I didn’t release him.

  “I didn’t say you could come out,” I said, squeezing more aggressively. Leaning forward, I put my mouth next to his ear. “Just relax,” I whispered. “You’re a big boy. You can take it.”

  He stopped struggling almost immediately.

  “That’s better,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you up before you pass out.”

  I could feel his hot breath against my skin as he struggled for air but still I held him tight. He wasn’t in any danger.

  When I finally let him free, his face was red from exertion but he was smiling and in his eyes were overflowing with excitement.

  Seeing how much he enjoyed getting dominated by me turned me on too. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and explored around for a little bit while grinding on his cock. His hands came up to my tits and started to fondle them but I grabbed his wrists and forced them back down to his side.

  Staring directly at him, I said, “Not yet. If you want my tits you have to suck on them.”

  “Then bring them up here,” Nick said.

  So I did, leaning forward until my hard nipple brushed against his mouth. He took my breast between his lips and started to suck on it greedily, flicking the nipple with his tongue, lightly biting on it with his teeth.

  “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Suck on those fucking titties.”

  After a while I pulled my nipple out of his mouth and turned to offer him the other one.

  Nick gave it the same treatment, going after it with verve. Once that nipple was feeling as stimulated as the other I grabbed ahold of his hair and yanked back on his head, popping my nipple from his mouth.

  With my eyes locked firmly on his, I ran one of my hands down his chest towards his crotch and rubbed it over his cock. It was harder than ever. It felt like it was going to push a hole through his shorts. It seemed like it was pretty good sized. I was curious to see exactly how big it actually was.

  “Pretty excited, are we?” I said.

  “You could say that,” he said.

  “Do you want me to help you take care of it?” I asked.

  “Yes please,” he said.

  Smiling, I slid my body down his until I was on the floor. With my head between his legs, I pulled his shorts off , freeing his cock from it’s cotton prison. Nick pulled off his own shirt, leaving him completely naked.

  It was a very nice cock—right about 7 inches long, circumcised, and not too thick. It was sticking straight up, straining as though reaching for the ceiling.

  “Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

  I stuck out my tongue and gave it a lick, starting at the bottom of his shaft near his balls and working my way up towards the tip, moving slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Once I reached the top, I went back down and followed the same path again, taking it even slower this time.

  I could feel Nick shuddering beneath me, desperate for more interaction, but I was having too much fun messing with him to give it to him quite yet.

  I grabbed the base of his cock and wrapped my hand around it. Still staring up at him, I worked my tongue around the tip for a little bit before finally taking the head in my mouth.

  Nick let out a low groan as I started to suck on the head while jerking him off, my mouth and hand working together. I gradually took him further and further down as my head bobbed faster and faster on his cock. I was starting to get into it now, excited more by the control I had over him than anything else.

  I slowed things down for a minute, mixing it up and sucking on his balls for a little bit before returning to blow him proper. This time I worked him with only my mouth, taking him almost all the way down every time, my hair f
lying everywhere as my head bounced up and down.

  Nick grabbed a handful of my hair and held it to the side, keeping it out of my way. For this I rewarded him, attacking his cock with more energy before taking it all the way down my throat, my bottom lip pressed against his ballsack and my nose touching his stomach.

  I deepthroated him with ease, holding his cock for a good 8 seconds before finally pulling off.

  “My god,” Nick said as I took a moment to catch my breath.

  “I take it you liked that,” I asked, smiling the length of his body up at him.

  “Hell yes,” he said. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “Just wait,” I said. “There’s still more to come.”

  I gathered up the excess saliva in my mouth and spit it on his cock and worked it all over with my hand. Then I sat a little bit higher up until my tits were at the same level as his cock.

  Leaning in, I slid his cock between my tits then squeezed them together, wrapping them around his cock.

  “Holy shit,” Nick moaned as I started to bounce.

  Men just love getting titty-fucked. I’m not exactly sure why but it’s fine with me, I don’t mind it one bit. Especially because it’s me controlling all the action.

  “You like that?” I asked him, bouncing on his cock, the tip of it popping out to touch the bottom of my chin at the end of every stroke. “You like it when I fuck your cock with my titties?”

  Nick nodded.

  I took a moment to spit on his cock again before squeezing my tits even tighter around it. Then I started bouncing again, more aggressively this time, my tits smacking forcefully against his inner thigh. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was pretty close to cumming, so I released his cock and backed away.

  “Oh no you don’t,” I said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  I stood up and turned around so my ass was facing him. Then I bent over at the waist, keeping my legs perfectly straight, and wiggled out of my bottoms, sliding them off slowly, revealing my tight, tiny little ass one inch at a time.