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  PERVERTED AS HELL

  4 TALES OF EXTREME FILTH

  Featuring stories from:

  JT Holland

  Brock Landers

  Taylor Jordan

  Rickie Sheen

  Copyright 2016 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

  ASSERTING DOMINANCE BY JT HOLLAND

  PUNISHING THE EX BY BROCK LANDERS

  NAUGHTY THREESOME BY TAYLOR JORDAN

  BANGING HER ASS BY RICKIE SHEEN

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  ASSERTING DOMINANCE

  THE ESCORT CHRONICLES: VOLUME ONE

  JT HOLLAND

  Eric Carlson is nervously pacing around the hotel suite with a half-full beer in his hand when there’s a knock on the door. He pounds the rest of the beer, sets the bottle down on the desk, takes a deep breath, walks over to the door, and opens it.

  Standing there is a girl. She’s tall and thin, just a couple of inches shorter than he is. Wearing a short white dress that shows off her ridiculously tight, firm body. Perfect legs. Toned arms. Lightly tanned skin. Small but perky tits. A girlish face with shoulder-length, mussed-up blonde hair, blue eyes, little nose and thin, pouty lips. She’s not wearing much makeup. But she doesn’t need it. She’s cute as shit without it.

  “You must be Jasmine,” he says, not sure how these sort of things are supposed to go. He’s never done anything like this before.

  “That’s right,” she says with a smile. “You mind if I come in?”

  “Please do,” he says, holding the door open and standing aside. He watches her as she walks by, noting in particular her ass working behind her skimpy dress. It looks tight enough to bounce quarters off of.

  Jasmine drops her purse on the desk and turns to face him.

  Eric’s again struck by how innocent she looks. He can scarcely believe that she’ll be able to stand up to what he has in mind on this night. But she comes very highly recommended. According to his buddy (who’s an expert on this sort of thing) she’s a superstar, capable of taking punishment worthy of a porn starlet.

  And supposedly she’s as nasty as can be, up for absolutely anything. Which is good, because he’s had an extremely rough couple of months thanks to his ex-wife raking him over the coals and he’s looking to take out some of his aggression without having to worry about getting arrested. Which is why he went to his friend for a recommendation in the first place.

  “What’s on tap for this evening?” Jasmine asks, slipping out of her sandals.

  The monetary situation has already been dealt with, leaving them to get right down to the good stuff.

  “Whatever you can handle,” Eric replies.

  “I can handle anything you can dish out,” she says. Not a dare or a brag, just a straight declaration of facts.

  “Is that right?”

  “Damn straight,” she says, flashing him a little smile.

  “Well, let’s just see,” he says, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face is facing the ceiling.

  Jasmine’s smile widens as she moans in pleasure. Her eyes twinkle with excitement. She clearly gets off on being treated like this; it’s not an act.

  “You like that?” Eric asks.

  “I love it,” Jasmine replies.

  He pulls her tight little dress down, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples are hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

  He fondles one of her tits and pinches her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then he slaps down on it.

  Jasmine yelps and shivers in ecstasy.

  “Do it again,” she says.

  He does it again, harder this time.

  “Harder,” she says.

  So he does, harder still. And again. And again.

  Her tit is bright red but she still seems to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.

  Eric’s cock is pushing painfully against his pants. This is exciting him just as much as it is her.

  He pulls up on her hair, snapping her head forward.

  She’s taking deep breaths but she’s still smiling, showing him those pearly whites. Her eyes are glowing with excitement.

  He starts walking, pulling her along by the hair as he goes. He drags her over to the wall, spins her around, and pushes her back up against it. He’s standing directly in front of her when he releases her hair and grabs ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.

  Jasmine’s smile doesn’t fade one bit. If anything it gets larger.

  With one hand still around her throat Eric slaps her face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

  Little red blossoms flare up on her cheek. But she still smiles.

  He slaps her again. Squeezes her throat a little harder. Slaps her again.

  Her smile is fading but her eyes are still radiating excitement. Her whole face is turning red now as her blood flow is restricted.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he says.

  Jasmine shakes her head and mouths the word no.

  Eric slaps her again. And again. And again. Squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.

  Her lips are slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes start to flutter and her pupils roll back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the right.

  He lets go of her throat.

  The color runs back into her face and she gasps for breath. Her smile is back in full effect. Only this time it’s filled with excitement.

  “That was incredible,” she says.

  “You’re one filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says, laughing himself.

  “The filthiest,” Jasmine says, reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing against his pants.

  Eric grabs her arm and pulls it away. “Not yet,” he says. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. I want to fuck with you some more.”

  “If you insist,” she says, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

  He slips her dress off by pulling it over her head and drops it to the ground. Then he grabs ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as his free hand wanders down her flat stomach to her pretty little shaved pussy. He rubs her pussy for a couple of seconds to get her warmed up but it’s unnecessary. She’s already soaking wet down there. So he sticks two fingers inside her and starts finger-fucking her.

  Eric stands there, facing Jasmine, looking down at her face as he’s exploring her insides with his fingers, his excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the control he has over her.

  She’s looking up at him with her wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as he increases the pressure and depth of his fingers inside her.

  He slides anoth
er finger inside her while simultaneously tightening his grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that is forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her he starts moving his hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, his wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as he finger-fucks her.

  Jasmine’s mouth is slightly open and little gasping sounds are escaping from her throat. Her face is slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminishes.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Eric says.

  She nods as much as she can in her comprised situation.

  “Do you want another finger?”

  She nods.

  Without releasing her throat he slips his pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It’s a tight fit but she loosens up a bit as he moves his fingers inside her.

  A short time later Jasmine’s entire body is quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumps to the side just a bit and her eyes flutter. She’s about to pass out.

  He doesn’t want that. So he releases her throat but continues finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

  Jasmine leans into him to keep from falling, her head on his chest.

  He’s the only thing holding her up but still he continues working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths are shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

  Finally she catches her breath and pulls back a bit, using the wall for support now.

  Eric takes a moment to unzip his pants and pull his cock out with his free hand. It’s sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it’s trying to push through his skin.

  “Stroke it,” he says to Jasmine.

  Her hand flies down to his cock and starts jerking him off.

  He reaches out and grabs ahold of her tit and squeezes it while his other hand continues working her pussy.

  They stand there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something more.

  He pulls his fingers from her pussy and gives it a little smack.

  Jasmine yelps and her body stiffens for a moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go of his cock.

  Eric sticks his fingers in her mouth so she can clean them of her juices.

  Jasmine licks her fingers one-by-one, until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time, continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his direction.

  What a perfect submissive little slut. Time to start putting her to better use.

  He pushes down on her shoulders.

  She kneels to the ground without any resistance whatsoever.

  He shifts his hands to her head and grabs ahold of her hair, uses it to hold her head against the wall.

  “Open your mouth,” he says.

  She obliges, opening it wide. Her eyes are gleaming as she looks up at him.

  He sticks his cock inside her mouth and starts sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. He gradually slips it further inside her until it’s about halfway in. He speeds up his thrusts.

  Her lips close around his cock.

  Eric pulls his cock out, uses it to smack her cheek a few times.

  “Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asks.

  Jasmine shakes her head.

  “That’s right,” he says. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

  She nods.

  He sticks his cock back inside her mouth and starts pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds come from her throat as he pummels her mouth but she keeps it open no matter how much of his cock he gives her.

  “Tongue out,” he says.

  Jasmine does as she’s told; Eric can see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.

  His cock is slippery as hell as he gives her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with his hands.

  The gagging and coughing sounds are growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.

  He slips his cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

  “Look at me,” he says.

  She shifts her gaze upward as best she can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.

  “Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly puts him over the edge.

  Trying not to think about what that says about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.

  Jasmine coughs a couple of times then catches her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she’s still smiling, always smiling. She is clearly a freaky little slut.

  “Are you ready for more?” he asks.

  “Always,” she replies.

  Eric still has a handful of her hair and he yanks it forward, pulling her down to her hands and knees. Then he leads her by the hair over towards the couch, him walking, her crawling. He looks back at her, taking in her thin, lithe body as it moves; her toned arms, razor-sharp shoulder blades, arched back. And that impossibly tight ass sticking up, swaying with every crawling step forward.

  Jasmine sees him watching her and cranes her neck to catch his eyes. Anticipation and excitement play across her features. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes are pools of need.

  Eric thinks he might be in love.

  They arrive at the couch. Eric stops moving, lets go of Jasmine’s hair and turns to face her. But then he just stands there, hovering over her, looking down, just taking her in, his cock right above her face as she looks up at him.

  What to do, what to do, he thinks, nearly paralyzed by the endless possibilities the night still has to offer. He’s almost got too much to choose from. Eventually he settles on a course of action.

  He bends down, picks Jasmine up, spins her around, and drops her on the couch, her back on the bottom cushion, her legs draped over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the cushion.

  Eric drops to his knees so his cock is right in front of her face and then he sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her face while she hangs off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucks her face with everything he has, going balls deep, giving her his entire cock from tip to base. He can see the bulge his cock makes as it reaches the limits of her throat.

  One of her hands fly down to her pussy and she starts rubbing her clit.

  He grabs ahold of her tits and squeezes them as he continues to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and dripping down her face, choking sounds coming from her mouth.

  But Jasmine takes it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least.

  Eric pumps her face a couple more times and then holds it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tries in vain to draw breath.

  She gags once, then again, and she tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her, holding his cock in her throat. Jasmine’s hands co
me up to his chest and tries to push him away but Eric just leans further forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.

  “Five more seconds,” he says, trying to ease her mind just a bit. And it seems to. She’s still gagging and her legs are rapidly banging against the back of the couch but she’s no longer actively fighting him.

  He counts the seconds down.

  “Five.”

  “Four.”

  “Three.”

  “Two.”

  “One.”

  “Zero.”

  He pulls his cock from her mouth.

  Jasmine lifts her head up and coughs and gasps for breath.

  “Too much?” he asks.

  “Never,” she replies, catching his gaze. Her smile is gone but her eyes are still sparkling with excitement.

  Laughing, he turns around and backs up until his calves are pushing against the couch. Her head is between his legs.

  “Open your mouth,” Eric says.

  She does.

  He squats down, dropping his balls into her open mouth. His cock is lying on her face, just to the side of her nose. The head of his cock is right at the hair line of her forehead. Her eyes are looking up at him while she suckles his ball sack. First one testicle, then the other, then both together.

  He presses down on his cock, rubs it all over her face. He slaps her face with it a few times.

  Still she goes on sucking his balls.

  He reaches back, grabs ahold of her, and pulls her body up and back so her head is no longer lying off the edge of the couch. Now it’s lying on the cushion, facing the ceiling. Giving her some padding. And him some leverage.

  He sits down on her chest so he can see her face.

  “Do you like the taste of ass?” he says.

  “I love it,” Jasmine replies, ever the submissive little slut.

  “That’s what I like to hear,” Eric says.

  He scoots forward and squats over her face so his asshole is directly over her mouth. Then he squats down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots up his spine as she moves her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.

  “Goddammit,” he says under his breath, shivering with delight.