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  NASTY GIRLS

  FOUR DIRTY TALES

  Featuring stories from:

  Dirk Rockwell

  Misty Rose

  Rickie Sheen

  Taylor Jordan

  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

  PERVERTED REQUESTS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

  THE HUNK DOWN THE HALL BY MISTY ROSE

  SHE RUNS THE SHOW BY RICKIE SHEEN

  NO MEN NECESSARY BY TAYLOR JORDAN

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  PERVERTED REQUESTS

  FILTHY VEGAS WEEKEND: SESSION TWO

  DIRK ROCKWELL

  It always makes laugh whenever anyone is uncomfortable when the subject of sex comes up.

  Sex is a natural part of our lives, something we can’t live without, at least not happily. Especially when it’s between two people that care about each other, regardless of whether or not they’re married. And it should be celebrated, not frowned upon.

  It took me a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Christian household, where sex was demonized from as early as I can remember thinking about it. Sex is evil, it’s dirty, it’s a sin against God, you can’t talk about it, you can’t think about it, if you play with yourself you’ll go blind, all that shit. I was petrified of it. And embarrassed. Feeling guilty about jerking off, about looking at nude pictures, even about getting a boner.

  Even in college, after I realized just how ridiculous and backwards that sort of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, like taking charge of a sexual situation, or being willing to push the boundaries in the bedroom without were all but lost on me. That deep-rooted guilt just didn’t allow me to do certain things.

  And then Nikki came along for the second time. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards getting more comfortable, not only in bed itself, but outside of it too. Talking about sex, discussing our wants and desires openly instead of trying to drag it out of each other like most couples.

  It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do those kinds of things. It embarrassed me; I wasn’t really all that comfortable in the bedroom and certainly not discussing sex outside of it. Even once I got over my doubts and got into the swing of things, that strange combination of guilt and embarrassment would inevitably rear its ugly head. I was always worried that the sexual component was somehow going to cause problems the next morning, or down the road somewhere.

  But it didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to be open about sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.

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  Dinner was incredible. We didn’t mess around with any salads or crap like that; we went straight for the main course. Steaks. New York Strip for me and Filet Mignon for Nikki. Plus chocolate sin cake for dessert. Not to mention two more bottles of wine while we ate. By the time we were done eating we were getting funny looks from the other diners. But we didn’t care. Not one bit. We were drunk and aching to get back to the room and if the tables near us overheard what we saying to each other, so what? It wasn’t our fault they weren’t comfortable enough with sex to hear it discussed by a couple of strangers.

  Walking through the casino was a blast. Upon leaving the restaurant we’d decided to see how much we could get away with before security got involved. As it turned out, in Vegas, you can get away with almost anything short of fucking right there in the middle of the casino.

  During our time across the floor we made out, groped each other, talked aloud about what we were going to do to each other once back in the room, fondled each other’s private parts and generally made a spectacle of ourselves without getting in trouble. Don’t get me wrong, there were quite a few dirty looks and some thinly-veiled comments but nothing serious.

  The elevator was quite an adventure too. We were the only ones inside, so I stuck the key card into the slot and pressed the button for the 47th floor. Nikki was all over me the moment the door closed, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator and sticking her tongue in my mouth while she rubbed my cock, which was pressing painfully against the thin material of my pants and had been for some time.

  “Good old Viagra,” she said. “It just doesn’t quit, does it?”

  “I think it has more to do with you than the Viagra.”

  Smiling, she dropped to her knees.

  “Are you sure this is a good idea?” I said.

  “No, but I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Nikki said as she unzipped my pants with practiced ease, reached in and slipped my cock out.

  Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Nikki took my cock in her mouth and proceeded to blow me while I watched the numbers above the elevator door rise into the mid 20’s. I looked down to watch her work when suddenly the elevator slowed down. I snapped my head up, saw that we were still in the 30’s, and quickly pulled Nikki to her feet. I turned her around and pulled her in close so her lower half was pressing up against my cock, hiding it from view as the elevator came to a stop on floor 35.

  Nikki’s hair was mussed up and there was a little bit of saliva on her chin but she didn’t care. In fact, I knew she got off on this sort of thing. It was probably the reason why she’d gone down on me in the first place, just hoping that something like this would happen.

  A little bell dinged and the doors opened, revealing a balding, middle-aged man in a bathrobe with a bucket of ice in his hands. He saw us and immediately understood what was going on. He hesitated a moment then stepped into the elevator, his face already starting to turn red. He pressed the button for the 36th floor and shot us an embarrassed look as the doors closed.

  “The ice machine was broken on my floor,” he said sheepishly. He was holding the bucket of ice directly in front of his groin, no doubt to hide the swiftly growing tent.

  “Don’t you hate that?” Nikki said, smiling broadly at looking right at him.

  The man nodded and looked down at the floor. I just stared straight ahead, looking at Nikki in the mirrored walls of the elevator, trying not to burst out laughing. She caught my gaze in the mirror and gave me a wink.

  The elevator rose one floor, dinged and stopped again. The doors opened and the man hustled out into the hallway without another word.

  We were laughing uncontrollably before the doors even closed behind him. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and the elevator started moving again.

  “So do you have anything special you want me to do to you tonight?” I asked as the elevator rose towards our floor.


  “Are you taking requests?”

  “If you’ve got any.”

  “Oh, I’ve got a couple things in mind.”

  “Like what?”

  “For starters, you know that thing you do with your fingers?”

  “Of course.”

  “I want you to do that until I’m begging you to stop,” Nikki said, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “And then I want you to keep on doing it, and keep on doing it, and keep on doing it until I’m going to fucking explode.” She turned her head and flashed me a wicked smile. “And then I want you to do it some more.”

  Just thinking about it made my throat dry up. “Anything else?” I managed.

  “Yeah. But let’s just start with that one for now. I’ll tell you the other things as we go along.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “What about you?” she asked as the elevator came to a stop on our floor.

  “Just one,” I said as the doors opened and we made our way down the hall towards our room.

  “That’s it?”

  I nodded.

  “Well,” Nikki said, glancing over at me. “Are you going to spit it out or leave me guessing?”

  “I want you to sit on my face,” I said.

  Nikki tilted her head and gave me a curious look. Which is exactly what I expected. And with good reason. She’d sat on my face a couple times but it was always something she’d initiated. I’d never asked for it before. And even though it wasn’t normally my favorite thing in the world I was craving it at that moment, and not only because she enjoyed it so much.

  “Are you sure?” she said.

  “I’m positive,” I said. “I want you to smother me with your pussy so I can’t breathe. I want to be helpless beneath you. I want you to make me suffer. I want you to own me.”

  She giggled excitedly and stood on her toes and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then she grabbed my hand and started jogging down the hall towards our room.

  “Come on,” she said, dragging me along. “If you don’t hurry up I’m going to jump you right here in the hall.”

  “So who gets to go first?” Nikki asked as I stuck the keycard into the door.

  “It doesn’t matter to me.”

  We entered the room and I shut the door behind us.

  “Are you sure you don’t care either way?” she said.

  “Not at all,” I said as we made our way towards the couch. “What do you want?”

  “I’ll show you what I want,” Nikki said, giving me a little shove that knocked me back onto the couch. Just like that, her face flipped; no longer was she the excited, playful girl she’d been the whole night. Now she was Nikki the man-killer, fierce and angry and in-charge. Just the way I wanted her. At least for a little while.

  She hitched her dress up, revealing a luscious bit of leg above her thigh-high stockings, and straddled me. Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear while slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she said. “Because I’m not going to have any mercy on you. I’m going to take what I want without giving you a second thought.”

  “I’m positive,” I said, literally shivering with excitement. “I want you to do your worst.”

  “If you insist,” Nikki said almost apologetically. “But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” She flipped my shirt over itself a couple of times and tightened it up then wrapped it around my throat and used it to choke me. “Now, you are going to do exactly as I say, right?”

  I nodded.

  “What? I can’t hear you.”

  “Yes,” I managed to say.

  “That’s a good boy.”

  Nikki released the shirt and threw it to the ground. She grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and slowly ran her fingertips down my face with the other. “You pretend like you’re such a big, tough guy, but we both know the truth, don’t we?”

  She slapped me on the cheek, hard enough to sting.

  “We know that you’re just like all the other boys,” she said. “Insecure. Pathetic. Weak.”

  She slapped me again, harder this time.

  Nikki’s no waif; she stands right around 5’9” and weighs a solid 140 pounds, mostly muscle. She’s a former college athlete who works out at least 5 times a week. All of which is a long way of saying that she can do some damage when she puts her mind to it. And this was one of those times.

  But despite the pain, I smiled. I just couldn’t help myself. This was just too much fun. Exactly what I’d be hoping for. She had a way of knowing what I wanted. It was one of her many gifts.

  “Oh you think this is funny, do you?” Nikki said, yanking on my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to her.

  “No,” I said. “Just exciting.”

  “Exciting, huh? So you enjoying being treated like shit?”

  “Only by you.”

  She glared at me. “That better not be sarcasm.”

  “It’s not.”

  “Uh-huh,” Nikki said as she climbed off me. She was standing in front of me, her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips. “Well, we’ll just see how much you enjoy being degraded. Slide down the couch until you’re sitting on the floor with your head on the couch.”

  I did as I was told, sliding in-between her legs so she was standing over me, one leg on either side of my body and her hands on her hips. My ass was on the carpet, my back up against the front of the couch and my head lying on the cushion. Just looking up at her from down here made my dick ache with excitement. I automatically started playing with myself to relieve some of the pressure.

  She kicked my arm away with the tip of her pumps.

  “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

  “No.”

  “That’s right,” Nikki said. “I didn’t. Hands at your sides, mister.” She undid the back of her dress and let it slide off her body, leaving her in only a black lace bra and matching panties, black thigh-high stockings and black fuck-me pumps.

  Nikki was a ridiculously gorgeous woman no matter what she was wearing but the severity and simplicity of the outfit was positively stunning. And the angle in which I was taking her in was almost too much for me to handle. It took all I had to keep my hands by my sides.

  “Are you ready for this pussy?” she said, sliding her hand down her stomach and into her panties and starting to rub.

  I nodded.

  “Yeah, you think you’re ready,” Nikki said as she pulled her panties off and stepped forward. She put one knee up on the couch, alongside my head, then brought the other one up so her pussy was hovering right above my face. “But we’re about to see if you really are.”

  And then she dropped her pussy right onto my face.

  She just sat there, unmoving, smothering my face with her pussy, forcing me to breathe in her essence if I wanted to take any breath at all. And so I did, finding just enough nourishment to keep my lungs filled, the time stretching out like warm taffy until it was meaningless, my entire world consisting of nothing but Nikki’s fragrant wetness.

  Some time later Nikki raised up just a bit, just barely giving me a chance to catch my breath before dropping down onto my face again. But this time she didn’t sit still. She rode me like I was a horse, rubbing her pussy back and forth against my face, from my chin to my nose, varying the pressure slightly depending on her whims, making me sloppy with her juices.

  “Stick your tongue out,” she said.

  Of course I obliged her immediately.

  “That’s better,” Nikki said, her movements becoming more focused, less frenzied, as she tried to find the perfect spot for my tongue to go. And then she did. “There it is,” she moaned, leaning forward a bit to free up her hands, which she used to spread her pussy even further, allowing my tongue to penetrate her deeper.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, working her pussy relentlessly, using my tongue to give her what she needed. “It turns out you’re good for something after all.”

  M
y right hand went to my cock and started to stroke it, taking care of that particular irrational need. If there’s a man out there who can leave his hard dick alone for an extended time when it’s not being serviced by someone else I’d like to meet him and learn the trick. I just can’t do it. At least, not for very long.

  I was stroking myself when Nikki started bouncing on my face, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper inside her, her ass cheeks slapping against my face, her moans growing more and more frenzied and guttural, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she bounced and bounced and bounced endlessly. And then she was no longer bouncing but grinding, digging her snatch into my face, owning me, dominating me, using me strictly for her pleasure, her moans turning even more intense until she let out a single cry and sat down on top of me and stayed there, smothering me, her body quivering, her legs squeezing my head until it felt like it was going to pop.

  Finally Nikki rose up, allowing me to breath, which I did in large gulps while smiling up the length of her body at her lovely face. Her hair was a mess and her mascara had started to run and her face was red from exertion but her smile was wide and genuine.

  “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” she asked.

  “Better,” I replied.

  “Oh, I doubt that,” she said, laughing. “Do you want some more?”

  “Yes please.”

  “If you insist,” she said, pretending to be disappointed. “But this time I’m going to pay a little attention to your beautiful cock, if you don’t mind.”

  “Not at all,” I said.

  Nikki grabbed one of the throw pillows and slid off the couch. She set the pillow down on the carpet next to my head and tapped me on the shoulders. I slid my head down from the couch so my whole body was lying on the floor, face up, my head on the pillow. Nikki spun around so she was facing away from me then once again sat on my face.

  Nikki was more gentle this time, providing enough pressure to satisfy her need without smothering me, not forcing the issue, allowing me a little room to roam with my tongue. Plus she had started playing with my cock, which excited me even more, and in turn provided me with more incentive to return the favor.