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  NAUGHTY AS HELL

  4 FILTHY TALES

  Featuring stories from:

  Taylor Jordan

  JT Holland

  Scotty Diggler

  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

  SEDUCING THE SALESMAN BY TAYLOR JORDAN

  ASSERTING DOMINANCE BY JT HOLLAND

  MY NAUGHTY BABES: MELANIE BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

  POUNDING THE GIRL BY RICKIE SHEEN

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  SEDUCING THE SALESMAN

  TAYLOR JORDAN

  Emma comes back after a long, hard day at work horny as hell, so as soon she gets home she goes into her bedroom closet and pulls out a dildo, one of the bigger ones she owns, twelve inches long and nearly the width of a soda can.

  Within seconds she’s fully naked and going to town on the dildo, ramming it down her throat, making herself gag, coughing and slurping sounds coming from her mouth. Saliva is getting everywhere, coating the dildo, dripping down her chin, her chest, getting on her tits.

  With one hand still gripping the dildo, Emma uses her free hand to bang herself, sliding two fingers inside her pussy and working them around inside, adding a third finger as she gets warmed up, then a fourth.

  After forcing herself to deepthroat the dildo for a full five seconds while all four fingers are jammed deep in her pussy, Emma’s ready to move on.

  She slides the dildo from her throat, leaving it coated with her saliva, and yanks her fingers out of her pussy and switches her hands, licking her pussy juices off her fingers while slipping the dildo inside her dripping wet snatch.

  Once her fingers are licked clean, she returns that hand to the dildo too, allowing her to use both hands to slam it in and out of her pussy, forcing it as deep as it will go and banging away at warp speed.

  Half a minute later Emma lets out a low groan of pleasure and bites down on her bottom lip as an orgasm rips through her, making her body shake and her pussy squirt, leaving a mess of her juices on the bed.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Emma says aloud as she cums, her breath ragged and her hair covering her face.

  But she’s not done, not by a longshot. She’s still wound up way too tight to quit after just one orgasm.

  Emma is just about to get to work on herself again when the doorbell rings.

  Cursing aloud, she tells herself not to answer the door. But then there’s another ring, followed by a knock.

  “What the hell,” she says aloud. She pulls the dildo out of her pussy and drops it onto the covers of her bed. Climbing to her feet, she leaves her room and heads towards the front door, not even bothering to put her clothes back on.

  Once at the door, she peeks out the peephole.

  It’s a young man, no more than twenty years old, wearing a white short sleeve shirt, a black tie, and blue jeans. He’s pretty cute, with short dark hair and a decent face and a nice body. He’s got a small stack of papers in his hand and a little book.

  It appears as though he’s either selling something or going door-to-door to talk about religion. Either way, Emma doesn’t give a shit. She’s going to use him for her own means.

  Smiling wryly, completely naked and not trying to hide herself in any way, she opens the door wide.

  The young man’s jaw drops.

  “What’s the matter,” Emma says. “Never seen a naked woman before?”

  His mouth moves up and down but he doesn’t say anything.

  “Well, don’t just stand there,” she says, grabbing his tie and using it to roughly pull him inside. “Get your cute little ass in here.”

  “But, but, but,” the young man stammers as she slams the door behind them.

  Emma shuts him up by leaning forward and sliding her tongue into his mouth.

  There’s a little bit of resistance at first, but it isn’t long before the young man is returning her kiss, albeit a little awkwardly. It’s obvious he doesn’t have much experience in this sort of thing. But that’s okay. Emma has more than enough for both of them.

  She breaks off the kiss and grabs ahold of his tie once again and pulls him towards her, until their faces are practically touching.

  Staring directly into his eyes, she says, “You arrived at a very opportune time, do you know that?”

  The young man shakes his head from side to side.

  “Well, you did,” Emma says. “Because I was just starting to masturbate, and once I get started, I can’t stop until I’m completely satisfied. And that takes quite a long time. Do you know what that means?”

  Again the young man shakes his head. It appears that he’s having trouble processing the situation. Which, again, is fine with her.

  “That means that you’re going to have to hang around for a while and help me get off,” she says. “Is that okay with you?”

  This time, he nods.

  “Good,” Emma says, smiling widely. She takes his hand and turns around and starts walking towards her room, leading him along.

  “What’s your name?” she asks, turning back to peek at him for a moment. She doesn’t really care what his name is but figures it will make him uncomfortable to hear her talking dirty to him, especially if she calls him by his name, and that’s a big part of the fun here today, to make this young man uncomfortable while she uses him for her own means.

  “Scotty,” he eventually manages.

  “Hello Scotty, I’m Emma. Pleased to meet you.”

  “You too,” Scotty says.

  “Have you ever done anything like this before, Scotty?” Emma asks as they reach her bedroom.

  Scotty shakes his head from side to side. “No.”

  “That’s okay,” she says, turning him around so his back is to the bed. She turns around so she’s facing him head-on. “Because I have.”

  Emma gives Scotty a two-handed shove, pushing him onto the bed, his back to the covers and his face towards the ceiling.

  “So just sit back and do as you’re told and I promise you’ll enjoy yourself more than you ever have in your life,” she says.

  “Okay,” Scotty replies.

  Smiling, Emma yanks off his shoes, then his socks. Leaning forward she undoes his belt, then his zipper, then pulls his pants and boxers off.

  “Oh my,” she says, catching a glimpse of his hard cock for the first time. It’s sticking straight up and is a good eight inches long and pretty damn thick. “That’s a bonus.”

  And with that, Emma goes to work on Scotty’s cock, sucking it and jerking him off at the same time, getting his hard cock nice and wet and slippery.

  “Holy shit,” Scotty says in a soft voice as Emma blows him like a pro, changing up the depth and pressure continuously, maintaining eye contact, and getting him more and more excited with every passing second.

  She doesn’t want to get him too excited, however, so she slows thin
gs down a bit, giving Scotty a chance to recover.

  Slapping his hard cock against her tits while looking straight at him, Emma says, “So what do you think so far, Scotty? Is it turning out to be a good day for you?”

  “The best,” Scotty says, smiling goofily.

  “Yeah, I thought so,” she says, smacking his cock against her cheek, then her tongue, but not closing her lips around it. “You picked the right time to come knocking on my door, that’s for sure.”

  She sticks the head of his cock between her lips and gives it a good, hard suck before popping it out of her mouth.

  Scotty shivers and makes a pathetic little moaning sound.

  Emma laughs. But she can tell from the look on Scotty’s face that he doesn’t have much time before he’s going to cum, so she knows she has to get a move on if she wants to take care of herself before he’s finished.

  With this in mind, she climbs up onto the bed and straddles Scotty. She grabs ahold of his hard cock and holds up straight up, then drops her pussy onto it, sliding it inside her snatch, impaling herself.

  “Holy shit,” Scotty says between gritted teeth as Emma starts to bounce atop his cock, riding it like a cowgirl, going like a maniac right from the get-go.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Emma says, throwing her hair back to give Scotty a good look at her as she smiles down at him, looking him directly in the eyes. “You like it when I hammer down on your cock like that?”

  Scotty nods. He’s breathing hard and his face is screwed up in a mask of concentration. Emma’s seen that look many times before and realizes she has even less time than she thought before he’s going to shoot his load.

  She starts hammering down on him more aggressively than ever, driving him into the bed hard enough that he’s flinching with every thrust. His cock is deep inside her, pressing against her insides in places that other men rarely can, getting her more and more excited, but still it isn’t enough. She simply needs more time before she cums and it doesn’t look like Scotty is going to make it for more than a few more seconds.

  Emma grabs Scotty’s arms and places his hands on her tits, giving him something else to think about besides cumming while also giving her something else to get off on.

  “Squeeze them,” Emma says, pounding down onto him with everything she has. His cock is filling her up, pressing against her vaginal walls and getting her closer and closer to orgasm.

  Scotty obliges, gripping her tits more tightly. But not tight enough.

  “Harder,” Emma says. “I can take it. You’re not going to hurt me.”

  So Scotty does, squeezing them with the serious force.

  It’s exactly what Emma needs, and she uses it to cum, slamming her ass down onto his cock a few more times before letting out a low groan as the orgasm washes over her, sending juices squirting out of her pussy and all over his cock, drenching it even further.

  Her orgasm arrives just in time too, as no more than five seconds after it passes, Scotty mumbles, “Oh shit, oh shit,” under his breath.

  “Are you going to cum?” Emma asks, still hammering away at him.

  Scotty nods emphatically. His face is red and his lips are pressed tightly together.

  Emma scrambles off him and drops down and takes Scotty’s cock in her mouth. She sucks on it, bouncing her head up and down, working the tip with her lips and tongue while her hands jerks off his shaft, tasting herself (and loving it!) the entire time.

  Scotty lets out a soft little sound and Emma slips his cock out of her mouth at the last second while still jerking him off. He releases his seed with his cock sticking straight up in the air, sending it shooting from the tip of his cock towards the ceiling in ever-decreasing spurts.

  Emma wears some of his cum on her chest and stomach, but most of it ends up on the bed or Scotty’s chest after gravity gets ahold of it. She jerks him off until every last drop of his cum has escaped, then leans forward and sucks on the tip of his cock one last time, extracting everything he has.

  Only once Scotty is shivering from the sensation does Emma let go of his cock with her mouth, releasing it with a pop.

  Laughing softly, Scotty looks at her and shakes his head. “Wow,” he says.

  Smiling back at him, Emma says, “You liked that, did you?”

  “It was amazing,” he says.

  “Why thank you,” Emma says, climbing to her feet. She offers her hand to Scotty, who takes it. She then pulls him to his feet also and leads him back towards the living room, pausing only to grab the rest of his clothes off the floor.

  “You were amazing,” Scotty says, clearing basking the afterglow of an orgasm.

  “I wish I could say the same about the you,” Emma says as she opens the door and shoves him onto the porch, tossing his clothes out there with him.

  As Scotty covers himself up in embarrassment and surprise, Emma laughs and shuts the door on him, then locks it, just in case. Using the peephole once again, she peeks outside, still chuckling under her breath as Scotty quickly climbs into his pants, gathers himself, and walks off the porch and down the walkway, looking back once before making his way onto the sidewalk.

  Emma’s laugh trails off and she heads back to her bedroom. Scotty was a nice little diversion, but she still isn’t anywhere close to satiated. Without so much as a pause for breath, she grabs the dildo from off her bed and goes back to work on herself. Maybe in an hour or so she’ll be worn out, but if not, there are plenty of people she can call to come over and help her finish the job. She’ll just have to wait and see.

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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.