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  SLUTTY WHEN WET

  4 FILTHY STORIES

  Featuring stories from:

  Brock Landers

  JT Holland

  Michael Scott Taylor

  Aaron Grimes

  Copyright 2017 by AE Publications

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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, bdsm, alpha male, femdom 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 BROCK LANDERS

  ANAL LOVING TEEN

  FROM JT HOLLAND

  SLAMMED BY A STRANGER

  FROM MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

  DOMINANT LITTLE SLUT

  FROM AARON GRIMES

  ANAL MILF

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  ANAL LOVING TEEN

  FILTHY LITTLE TEEN: VOLUME THREE

  BROCK LANDERS

  The last time Jamie and I hooked up she wanted me to treat her like shit. So I did, smacking her around and pulling her hair and forcing her to choke on my cock. It was a punishing session, borderline brutal, and I took things farther than I’d ever taken them with any other girl before.

  But at the end of the night Jamie let me know that I hadn’t been rough enough with her. I’d come close—closer than any other man had, she’d said—but didn’t take things quite far enough. Then she told me that the next time her friend was in town, she’d show me how it was done. That was almost a week ago. I hadn’t heard from Jamie since. Which wasn’t that big of a deal, really. After all, we normally hooked up just about once a week, so it wasn’t like anything was amiss. But I’d so been looking forward to seeing Jamie brutalize her friend that it had seemed like longer.

  Which is all a long way of saying that when my phone started to ring, late on Saturday night, I got pretty excited. And when I saw from the readout that it was Jamie calling, I was practically giddy. It was finally time.

  I answered the phone with a calm voice, trying to stay level, knowing that if I gave Jamie anything by way of an opening, she’d pry it open and make me regret it.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Not much,” Jamie replied, sounding as calm and casual as always. Keeping her wits about her at all times was one of the things she strived for. The way she saw things, emotion was the enemy. “What about you? Anything going on?”

  “Not really,” I said.

  “Are you busy tonight?” Jamie asked.

  “Nope,” I said. “I’m just hanging out.” Waiting for you to call, I said to myself but not aloud. No reason to give Jamie more ammo to use against me. She talked more than enough shit without me providing her with extra fodder. “Why?”

  “I was hoping you could come over. I’m feel like getting the shit fucked out of me.”

  “Is Carrie going to be there?” I said without really thinking things through.

  “Not tonight,” Jamie said. “She’s still out of town. She’ll be back next week. We’ll set something up then.”

  “Okay,” I said, trying not to let my disappointment shine through.

  Jamie picked up on it though. “Don’t sound so fucking upset about it,” she said.

  “I’m not,” I lied.

  “Sure you’re not,” she said.

  “No, really,” I said. “I’m not disappointed. Not at all. I was just looking forward to it, that’s all.”

  “And you weren’t looking forward to fucking just me?”

  “No,” I said.

  “So you weren’t looking forward to fucking me?”

  “I mean, yes. I was looking forward to it.”

  “Are you sure?” Jamie asked. “Because you don’t really sound like it.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, trying hard to pull my foot out of my mouth.

  “Because I could always call someone else—”

  “I’m positive,” I said. “I would love nothing more than to come over and fuck the shit out of you tonight.”

  “That’s good to hear,” Jamie said. “Because I have something special planned. A nice little surprise for you.”

  “What is it?”

  “Don’t be so fucking lame,” she said. “If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”

  “No, I guess not,” I said.

  “Trust me. You’ll like it. I promise.”

  #

  I got myself cleaned up a bit then hopped in the car and made my way over to Jamie’s house. There were butterflies in my stomach, but I was more excited by the anticipation of what perverted acts we were going to engage in than nervous about seeing her.

  Jamie and I had a purely physical relationship. She wasn’t the kind of girl I saw myself in a long-term relationship with; we didn’t get along like that. She knew it as well as I did. We’d talked about it many times before.

  The key to our chemistry was tension. Due to our age and personality differences, we were on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to most things. We were like one of those rock band that made great music together because we didn’t get along, not in spite of it. The tension between us was what fueled the music, so to speak; it’s what made the sex great. Take away the tension and replace it with harmony and the spark would be gone. The sex would have still been good, just no longer special.

  Which is why we didn’t hang out at all outside of the proverbial bedroom. We knew that if we did, we’d either: 1) Hate each so much that we wouldn’t even want to get together for a hate-fuck session or: 2) We’d start to get along better, which would lead to an emotional connection, which would lead to us seeing each other as actual human beings with dreams and feelings and all that crap, which would lead to harmony instead of tension, which would lead to the end of the great music we made together. And neither of us wanted that.

  #

  Twenty minutes after she’d called me, I knocked on Jamie’s door. She answered it wearing what I thought of as her “elegant slut” outfit. A white, long-sleeve, designer blouse with black polka-dots, white panties, and black leather ankle boots.

  Jamie opened the door without so much as a word of greeting, then stepped aside to let me in. She had an annoyed scowl on her face, but that was her default expression and it didn’t bother me in the least. If anything, it was a good sign. It meant the tension would be ratcheted up.

  Replying to her silence with a brief nod of my head, I walked inside, stopping almost immediately. When Jamie closed the door and turned around I was right there, inches away. It was time to do our little dance.

  “Well, well, well, getting started right away tonight, are we?” Jamie said, her scowl having shifted in an insolent smirk. “No wasting half the night talking about some bullshit I don’t want to hear?”

  “I figured there was no reason to waste any time,” I said, looking down on her.

  I wasn’t a huge guy—right around 6 feet tall and 200 pounds—but I towered over Jamie. Even though her personality was huge, making her seem larger than life in many ways, physically she was a tiny girl, barely over five feet and right about half my weight.


  “I’m glad you finally figured that out,” she said. “I was starting to wonder if you were going senile on me.”

  “Hardy-fucking-har,” I said, grabbing a handful of her long brown hair and giving it a tug, yanking her head back, forcing her eyes up towards me. “You shouldn’t talk to you elders like that. It’s disrespectful.”

  “Disrespectful is my middle name,” Jamie said, her eyes twinkling with mischief and joy. She loved this sort of thing just as much as I did.

  “I thought it was slut,” I said.

  “I got it changed last week,” she said, smiling a little wider now. “Now slut is my first name.”

  I laughed under my breath and shook my head. I couldn’t help it. Jamie was just too damn perfect. I took a deep breath and gathered myself again. I knew she didn’t like it when I broke character. She wanted things to remain serious, all the time. No levity was allowed in Jamie’s world. Or so she’d have me believe. But I knew the truth. She always started off our sessions completely serious but it rarely lasted all the way through the evening. Inevitably I broke her façade of self-control and she’d let the real Jamie out. Or, at least what I assumed was the real Jamie.

  But that wasn’t until later. For now I had to talk shit right back to her, otherwise things would get real ugly, real fast.

  “Is that right?” I said, wiping the smile off my face. “Then let’s see if you can live up to it. Get down on your knees and start sucking my cock you little slut.”

  “Yes sir,” Jamie said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. But she did as she was told, dropping to her knees and undoing my pants and dropping them to the floor along with my boxers.

  My cock was already hard, as it almost always was around her.

  “You’re such a dirty old man,” Jamie said, taking my cock in her hand and jerking me off while she looked up at me.

  “And you’re such a little teen slut,” I said. “Now shut up and do what you’re good at.”

  She glared at me in defiance for a couple seconds, just to let me know that she wasn’t going to suck my cock just because I told her to, but because she wanted to, then took my cock between her lips.

  Jamie worked my cock like a pro, moving around constantly, running her tongue up my shaft, then sucking on the tip while she jerked me off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. After taking things slow for a little while, she started moving her head back and forth, taking my cock halfway down in rapid thrusts, her hand still working my shaft in time with her mouth.

  Pretty soon her hand dropped away and she went full throttle on my cock, taking it three-quarters of the way down every time, her hair flying everywhere and saliva dripping out of her mouth and onto the floor.

  After working my cock for half a minute without letting up, she let it pop out of her mouth. Jerking me off, she looked up at me, her expression serious, as it always was at this point in the proceedings. “You like the way I suck your cock, don’t you?” she said.

  I nodded my head.

  “Do you want to see what else I can do?”

  I nodded again.

  Still jerking me off, she slid her body further under me and took my ballsack in her mouth. She sucked on one of my testicles, rolling it around between her lips and flicking it with her tongue before switching up to the other one and giving it the same treatment. After working that one for a little bit, she took them both in her mouth at the same time.

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she worked my balls, bouncing them off each other while she continued jerking me off.

  Jamie pulled down on my sack with her mouth, stretching it out to its limits before finally releasing it.

  I let out a low groan at the sudden absence of pressure.

  Jamie’s laugh sounded like it could have come from the devil himself. “Sounds like you like that too,” she said.

  “Just a little bit,” I said sarcastically.

  “If you think that felt good, just wait.”

  Before I could reply she ran her tongue along the bottom of my sack, sliding her body even further underneath mine.

  Jamie flipped herself over so she was sitting on her butt, her head right below my ass, her body between my legs.

  “Spread your legs more,” she said, pushing on my inner thighs with her palms. “And squat down a little bit.”

  I did as I was told, anxious to see where this was going to lead. I quickly found out.

  Jamie cupped one hand around my balls and pushed them forward, getting them out of the way. Then she started licking my taint, starting at the base of my sack and ending right before she got to my asshole.

  I closed my eyes and clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt. But that didn’t last for long. Before I had even fully recovered from her latest escalation, Jamie released my balls, put one hand on each of my ass cheeks, spread them wide, and ran her tongue over my asshole.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said aloud as a bolt of lightning shot up my body, making my head feel like it was going to explode.

  “Ooooh, I think he likes it,” Jamie said in a sing-song voice. “Am I right you dirty old man? Do you like it?”

  “Yes,” I managed to squeak out.

  She laughed softly. “Do you want me to do it some more?”

  “Yes, please,” I said. My voice sounded desperate but I didn’t care. I was desperate. There was no reason to hide it.

  “Okay,” Jamie said. “But you have to return the favor later.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “You promise?”

  “I promise.”

  “You swear?”

  Now she was just messing with me. But I knew if I didn’t play along she would just mess with me some more. So I said, “Yes. I swear. Now stop torturing me and get on with it.”

  Laughing, she went back to work on my asshole, licking it a few times before spitting on it and working the saliva around the edges with her tongue.

  I let out a pathetic moan and tried to keep my legs from buckling. My entire body was tingling, from my head to my toes, as though a low dose of electricity was running through me.

  Unable to leave myself alone, I started jerking myself off while she worked. I was excited beyond all belief. No girl had ever played with my asshole before and I surprised at how much I enjoyed it.

  I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that when Jamie slid the tip of her tongue into my asshole it very nearly triggered an immediate orgasm. Cursing under my breath, I quickly shuffled away from her and turned around.

  Looking up at me from her knees with a satisfied smile on her face, Jamie said, “You pathetic old man. Ready to cum so soon?”

  “What can I say? It felt fucking great.”

  “That was the whole point,” she said. “And speaking of how good it felt, I do believe you said you’d return the favor?”

  “I certainly did.”

  She turned around and leaned over, putting her palms on the wall, and stuck her ass out. “Then come on down,” she said in a deadpan, dry voice. “Because you’re the next contestant on lick this asshole.”

  The fact that Jamie was joking around showed just how excited she was. It was extremely rare that she dropped her guard like that this early into a session. Not only did it make me happy to see, her excitement served to fuel my own even further.

  “With pleasure,” I said, walking over towards her.

  Once I reached Jamie I dropped to my knees, pulling her panties off along the way. Jamie had a perfect ass, tight and tiny, just like I liked them. I planted a few kisses on her asscheeks before spreading them wide with my hands.

  Even though Jamie’s asshole was right there, staring at me, just begging to get licked, I started with her pussy, licking and sucking on it, running my tongue up it, starting at the bottom and ending right before I got to her asshole, just as she’d done to me earlier.

  After her pussy was nice and wet, I stuck my tongue inside it and started exploring around, shak
ing my head back and forth quickly to loosen her up. Still holding her ass wide open with my hands, I started bobbing my head forward and back, forcing my tongue deeper inside her with every thrust.

  Jamie started getting into the act, pushing her ass back in rhythm with my face so they met in the middle, allowing me even deeper access to her insides. This went on for a little while, Jamie’s breath growing more rapid and her moans growing consistently louder.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Bury that face in my pussy.”

  So I did, pressing against her with as much force as I could muster. She helped out too, reaching back with one hand and grabbing the back of my head, holding me there, smothering me, my tongue buried deep in her pussy, my nose smashed up against her asshole as she pushed her ass back into my face.

  After what seemed like an eternity, she released my head, allowing me to breathe. Once I’d caught my breath, I smacked her ass a couple times, then once again grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide.

  I stared at her asshole for a few seconds, admiring it, thinking about how lucky I was to have hooked up with a girl like Jamie in the first place. Then I went to town on her asshole, exploring the edges with my tongue, getting it all wet and slippery while she moaned and groaned in pleasure.

  I leaned back a little bit and spit on her asshole, took a moment to work it around with my thumb, then plunged in again, burying my face in her ass. Looking up the length of her perfect little body, her spine arched and her hair spilled down her back, I plunged my rigid tongue into her asshole.

  Jamie cursed under her breath and her lower half shook and shimmied, her ass pushing back against my face, forcing my tongue even deeper inside her.

  “Jesus fucking Christ that feels so fucking incredible,” Jamie said, her voice a harsh whisper. One of her hands left the wall and flew down between her legs and started working her clit. “Don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  Even though I was having trouble breathing, I kept my face buried against her ass, my tongue deep in her asshole, just as she had asked.