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EROTIC SNACK
8 FILTHY STORIES
Featuring stories from:
Jeremy Holmes
TJ Holland
Shane Tyler
JT Holland
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 and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
FROM JEREMY HOLMES
THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LIKES IT ROUGH
GETTING FREAKY IN THE SHOWER
FROM TJ HOLLAND
MY FIRST THREESOME
VEGAS BABY, VEGAS
FROM SHANE TYLER
DESCENT INTO DEPRAVITY
FROM JT HOLLAND
ANAL WHORE
THE COUGAR IN 26B
IN THE MOOD FOR ANAL
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THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LIKES IT ROUGH
JEREMY HOLMES
Holly is a true slut. She’s willing to do pretty much anything. In the six months since we started hooking up, we’ve done things to each other that I’ve never done with anyone else. Things I’ve only seen done in dirty movies. But it wasn’t always this way.
The first time we hooked up it was on a whim; I hadn’t even known her for more than a couple minutes before we were getting it on. And the next couple of times after that, we had relatively normal sex. Nothing too crazy, nothing too perverted, nothing too filthy. The sex was still good, don’t get me wrong, but it was fairly unadventurous. Therefore, it was never truly great.
Because of this we started hooking up less frequently. It wasn’t deliberate, it just sort of happened. As it turned out, we both wanted something more out of our sessions. But Holly wasn’t comfortable enough with me to ask for it explicitly. And I didn’t want to push things too far too fast, especially because she was three years my junior, even though she didn’t really act like it.
Luckily, almost exactly one month after our first hook-up, Holly decided she’d had enough. We hadn’t hooked up in ten days, by far our longest break since we’d met. I was starting to think our little soirée was over, and was pretty bummed out because of it. Then she showed up at my door one evening, out of the blue, with a proposition that I couldn’t possibly reject.
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There was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, saw it was Holly. My stomach fluttering in excitement, I opened the door and invited her in. She gave me a little nod and walked past me, then stopped and turned around right there in the hall. I closed the door and turned to face her.
Holly was wearing an oversized white t-shirt that hung just below her butt and sandals. From what I could tell she didn’t have any pants on. She didn’t have much makeup on, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t need it. Nor did she need to be dressed up to look good. She was hot as hell no matter what.
She did, however, have a concerned look on her face.
“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”
“I don’t know yet,” Holly said. “That kind of depends.”
“On what?”
“You.”
“Okay,” I said. “Lay it on me.”
“Do you like fucking me?” Holly asked, not beating around the bush at all, which was typical of her.
“Of course,” I said. “Why, don’t you like fucking me?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I think we have a lot of potential together. But so far we haven’t been reaching it.”
“I agree,” I said. “But how do we fix that?”
“Easy,” Holly said. “We just talk about it. Let each other know what we want instead of feeling around so much.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” I said. “Do you want to start?”
“Sure,” she said. “To be blunt, I like it rough.”
She must have mistaken my look of excitement as one of concern, as she quickly went on to explain herself more fully.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The last few times we fucked it was fun and all, but if we want this to become a regular thing, we have to start getting a hell of a lot more adventurous.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I’d known she was a little slut but this was even above and beyond what I could have hoped for. “Is that right?”
Smiling, Holly bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head. “And I’m not talking about just a good pounding.”
“What are you talking about?”
Holly shrugged. “Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, smacking my tits, that sort of thing.”
I smiled. “Oh, I think I can manage that.”
“I take it you’ve done that sort of thing before?”
“Once or twice,” I said, still grinning. “Or maybe a few more times than that.”
“So you like it rough too?”
“Very rough,” I said.
“Then why didn’t you ever get rough with me?”
“I didn’t know you liked it like that,” I said. “I mean, you don’t exactly look the type.”
“Yeah, I don’t really look like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”
“Not at all.”
“I think that’s part of the fun,” she said.
“I do too,” I said. “I just feel bad that I didn’t see the signs before. We could have been doing this stuff from the very beginning.”
Holly ran her finger down my chest. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”
“It sure looks like it.”
She turned and headed towards the kitchen, pulling off her white t-shirt as she walked. Just as I’d thought, she had nothing on underneath except a black bra and panties with little white polka dots.
I followed her, my eyes on her tight little ass.
“So, do you have anything to drink in this place?” Holly said as we entered the kitchen. “Nothing helps me get freaky like getting wasted.”
“Right over there,” I said, pointing at a cupboard near the fridge.
Holly walked over to it, opened it up. “How about if we start off with a little of this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of Cuervo Gold.
“Sounds good to me,” I said, reaching in a different cupboard to grab a couple of shot glasses.
Holly filled them up. We both took a shot. She filled them up again. And again we shot them. This went on for a good five minutes; each of us downing a shot each then immediately filling up the glasses and shooting them again. Eight shots each. All within a very short time.
Needless to say I was feeling the effects of so much tequila so quickly, and I was a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, I was amazed that Holly was still standing, let alone apparently able to function. It was rare to find a girl that could keep up with me, especially one that was half my size. And she wasn’t even close to legal drinking age to boot. But she seemed good to go. Drunk, of course, but fully functional. All the better.
> “I think that’s enough for now,” she said, slamming down one last shot of Cuervo. “Let’s get down to business.”
And before I could even say a word she dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen, yanking my shorts to the ground, boxers and all.
“Oh my,” she said as she grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and started slowly jerking me off. “Hard already, huh?”
“What can I say? It’s always like this.”
“Always?”
Grinning, I nodded.
“Wow,” Holly said. “I’m starting to like you more and more.”
“The real question is, do you know what to do with it?” I asked, only half-joking.
She scoffed and gave me the evil eye. “Just watch and see.”
And so I did, looking down at her as she wrapped her lips around my cock.
Holly worked my cock like an expert, mixing things up constantly, changing speeds and intensity with regularity. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with spit flying everywhere, coating my cock and balls and making everything slippery as hell. She spent equal amounts of time on all the different parts of my cock, from the head to the shaft to the base to my ball sack, all while maintaining eye contact the entire time.
She took a moment to undo her bra, freeing up her incredible tits. Small but not tiny and extremely perky, with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers, they were absolutely perfect. Every time I laid my eyes on them they drew me in, mesmerized me. I could do nothing but suck on them all day and be a perfectly happy man.
She knew how much I loved her tits, and she used them to fuck with me whenever she could. Like now. She slipped my cock from her mouth, gripped the base of it with her hand and slapped the tip of it against her nipple.
I laugh softly under my breath and shook my head.
“What?” she asked, acting all innocent.
“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what she did.”
“Oh, you mean this?” she said, slapping my cock against the other nipple. Her smile was predatory. “I didn’t realize you liked that.”
“You’re hilarious,” I said flatly.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll be here all week.” She gave me a wink and went back to her sloppy blowjob.
After blowing me for a good two minutes, Holly pulled her head back, gathered up some saliva and spit it on my cock, then started jerking me off. Looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine, she said, “Fuck my face. Pummel my mouth with your cock.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and held her head in place while I slammed my cock in and out of her mouth. Moving quickly, giving her the whole length of my shaft every time, I did exactly as she had asked, pummeling her mouth, moving her head towards me at the tail end of every thrust to get my cock just a little bit deeper down her throat. My balls slapped up against her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor but she took it like a champ, gagging and coughing but not backing down one bit.
Even though I was face-fucking her with a fairly high-level of intensity, from the way Holly was talking earlier, I figured she wanted it even rougher. So I decided to test her limits, see if she actually meant what she said.
I slammed my cock into her mouth but this time instead of pulling it back out I held it there, deep down her throat, my hands pushing on the back of her head to keep her from backing off.
About five seconds in, Holly gagged but I held her in place, not letting her pull her head off. She gagged again, the followed that up with a cough. But still I pushed against the back of her head, holding my cock in her throat.
It wasn’t until she gagged a third time that I let go. Holly’s head flew back and she gasped for air, her chest heaving and saliva pouring out of her mouth and onto the floor.
“Is that rough enough for you?” I asked.
“It’s a good start,” Holly said, looking up at me with one half of her mouth turned up in an evil little half-smile. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”
Laughing, I grabbed a handful of her hair and led her out of the kitchen on her hands and knees. Pulling Holly forward, I dragged her over to the couch.
Once we were there, I reached down, picked her up, and tossed her lengthwise onto the couch. She landed on her back, her legs towards me. After yanking her panties off, I grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, then started to rub her shaved pussy with two of my fingers.
After Holly was good and wet I slipped my fingers inside her pussy and started banging away, sliding them in and out with increasing intensity.
“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Holly moaned, playing with her tits as I continued finger-fucking her, my hand slamming in and out of her.
Holly let go of her tits and grabbed her ankles, pulling them back towards her and holding her legs open wider, opening up her pussy even more to me. I took advantage, adding a third finger to the mix, filling up her pussy.
She let out a low groan and started bucking against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. With my free hand I grabbed one of her tits and gave it a good squeeze, followed by a smack.
Holly gasped and nodded her head. “Just like that,” she said between deep breaths. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
I smacked Holly’s tit again, still finger-fucking her all the while. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was slightly open and little mewling sounds were escaping from her mouth.
Seeing her like that was almost more than I could take. My cock felt like it was going to burst through it’s skin. I needed to fuck her. So I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, then slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my cock.
It slid in easily, her juices facilitating my entry. She uttered a little groan as I gave her my entire cock right from the get-go. After a couple of slow pumps to get us both warmed up, I start moving my hips faster and faster, fucking her in long, deep thrusts while she groaned beneath me.
Holly’s pussy was so wet and I was so excited that it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her, my body bouncing off of hers with every pump.
“Holy shit I love how you fuck my pussy,” Holly said, looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Give it to me like you mean it. Pound my tiny little pussy with your cock.”
I did as she asked, pushing her legs back so her knees were pressing against the seat cushion of the couch, folding her in half. I put one foot up on the couch to change the angle and give myself more leverage, then pummeled down on her, my cock filling her pussy up.
“Fuck yeah!” she screamed. “Just like that, just like that!”
Holding her legs down on the couch, I pounded her pussy while she continued screaming beneath me, my balls slapping up against her with every thrust, our bodies coming together with a wet smack.
I released one of her legs and used my free hand to grab one of her tits and squeeze. I pinched and twisted her nipple, causing her to squirm and yelp in shock. I gave the other nipple the same treatment and got the same result. But the look on her face told me that she liked it. And that she wanted more.
As I continued hammering away her more aggressively than ever, I reached out and stuck my hand in her mouth and yanked down on her mandible, putting pressure on her jaw. She gagged but made no move to try and get me to let go. She obviously liked it. Time to see how far I could take things.
I pulled my hand out of her mouth and gave her a little smack in the face.
She replied by bucking harder against me.
I smacked her again. “Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to treat you like shit?”
Her eyes wide, Holly nodded.
“Is that how you like it?” I said. “Is that rough enough for you? Or do you still need more?”
“More,” she said between gasps. “Give me more.”
I slid my hand down and wrapped it around her throat.
“Like that?” I said.
She no
dded.
“Do you want me to choke you while I fuck the shit out of you? Is that what you want?”
She nodded again.
I squeezed a little tighter, still slamming my cock into her pussy the whole time.
“You’re a fucking little slut, aren’t you?” I asked, marveling at her abilities.
She nodded yet again, her face starting to turn red from the lack of oxygen. Seeing her so helpless turned me on immensely, almost putting me over the edge. I released her throat and pulled my cock from her pussy and sat down on the couch.
Holly climbed to her hands and knees and crawled over the couch towards me. “I got this,” she said. “It’s my turn.”
She climbed atop me and sat on my lap, reverse-cowgirl style, facing away from me, her ass pushing back against my cock, her legs outside of mine.
She grabbed ahold of my cock and lifted her body slightly, then maneuvered my cock into her pussy. After it was deep inside her, she grabbed my knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.
“There we go,” Holly said as she started riding my cock, bouncing up and down on me in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”
She was slamming down onto me, her ass bouncing against my groin, impaling herself on my cock. My hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life while she pummeled me.
“You like that?” she asked, catching my eye in the mirror. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”
I flashed her a nasty smile.
“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Holly said, returning the look. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.”
“I love it,” I said. “I fucking love it.”
She put her hands on my knees and leaned forward, then started pummeling me even more aggressively.
“Slap my ass,” she said.
I did as I was told.
“Harder,” she said. “Like you mean it.”
So I did, slapping her ass in time with her thrusts.
“That’s right,” Holly said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
She pounded away at me, smashing my balls as she dropped her body onto me with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second, right along with mine.
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