Erotic Naughtiness - 8 Filthy Stories Page 2

  And it seemed to be working.

  Britney’s face was a mask of pleasure, eyes rolling around and full of ecstasy, face red with exertion, mouth closed tight against a scream. Her hands were above her head, holding on to the edge of the couch for dear life, fingers gripping the material tightly enough to leave marks.

  Scott let go of one of her legs and went to work on her breast, squeezing and groping and slapping it as he fucked her, getting Britney even more excited. Her hand flew down to her clit and started furiously rubbing away while her moans and grunts grew louder and more insistent, practically animalistic.

  Scott was totally into the moment, enjoying himself immensely, but still he wanted more. He wanted to push the envelope, see if he could take things are far as he thought he could, as far, indeed, as he thought Britney wanted him to go. From what he’d seen of her so far, she would have no problem with anything he did, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet. And he got the distinct feeling that she was looking for him to push her.

  He decided to test his theory.

  Remembering Britney’s hand around her own throat earlier, Scott released his hold on her breast and slid his right hand up her chest and towards her neck.

  He gripped it softly at first, just to see how she’d react.

  Scott was excited to see it was with a smile and a nasty little gleam in her eye. He squeezed a little harder. Her smile grew a little wider. This got him a little more excited, something he’d not thought possible. Time to turn things up a notch.

  Scott shifted positions to give himself a better angle, adjusting so he was lying sideways on the couch with Britney alongside him, lying mostly on her back. Scott was partially on top of her, partially to her side. Britney’s left leg was pressed up against her body, his arm hooked around the back of it, pushing her knee up against her left breast. His right hand was gripping a fistful of her hair and his left hand was wrapped around her throat, choking her while he was fucking her.

  Their faces were inches apart and they were staring at each other, eyes locked together. Britney was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.

  Still fucking her with everything he had, Scott tightened his grasp on her throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Her face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.

  He choked her for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before letting go of her throat.

  Britney gulped in gasping breaths, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face in a rush. Once she’d regained her breath, she started bucking against him harder than before, obviously turned on by the experience.

  She grabbed ahold of Scott’s hair and pulled his head down towards her. Then she craned her neck and stuck her tongue in his mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later she yanked his head back and relaxed her hold on his mouth. She pressed her forehead against his and stared directly into his eyes from mere centimeters away.

  “Do it again,” she said, her voice pleading with need. “Please do it again.”

  Smiling at her, taunting her again, he said, “You like that do you? You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you?”

  “I love it,” Britney said. “I fucking love it. Do it again. Please?”

  So Scott obliged, once again gripping her hair with one hand and her throat with the other. He hammered his cock into her pussy, tightening his grip on her throat with every thrust as she slammed her body back into his.

  Just like before, he took Britney right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting him with desire. Scott pulled his cock out of her to give himself a little break. No need for it to get too excited. He was having too much fun to end this session anytime soon.

  “You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?” he said.

  “Not a little one,” Britney replied, grinning ferociously. “I’m a huge fucking slut.”

  “Well then, Miss huge fucking slut. What else do you like?”

  “I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything,” she said, moving her hand down to grab ahold of his throbbing cock. “The nastier the better.”

  “Is that right?”

  Britney bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.

  Scott decided to see if she meant it.

  He reared back and smacked her in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.

  Her eyes lit up even further.

  “Oh, you like that too, huh?” he said, his smile growing bigger.

  Britney flashed an evil grin and nodded.

  So Scott smacked her again, a little harder this time. Her grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.

  He smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at her rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack she moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as he slapped her. She seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.

  As usual, her excitement served to fuel his lust even more than fucking her had. He just couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was so hard it was painful, threatening to burst from its skin. It was time to finish her off. Or, more accurately, himself. At least for the time being.

  Scott grabbed a handful of Britney’s hair and stood up, lifting her up with him. He spun her around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for him, beckoning, the perfect height for him to fuck her while standing.

  He sidled up to her and slid his cock into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath he started slamming into her, long and deep and fast, his hands around her hips for balance.

  Britney got into it too, bouncing her ass back into his hips with every thrust, allowing him to penetrate her deeper than he would have been able to on his own.

  “Oh my god,” she said. “That feels so fucking good.”

  “You like that, do you?” Scott said. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

  “I love it,” she said, her voice nearly cracking. “I love it your cock inside me. Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

  As it had all night, Britney’s talking fueled Scott’s excitement ever further. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up towards his while still fucking her at a frenetic pace. He wrapped one hand around her throat and held her in place while letting the other arm slip down and grab ahold of her breast. Squeezing tight with both hands, he continued fucking her with everything he had, their bodies slamming up against each other, the room filling with grunts of exertion and pleasure.

  After taking Britney nearly to the point of passing out once again, he released her throat, allowing her to breathe. As she was gasping for breath he climbed up onto the couch so his feet were alongside her body. Squatting over Britney with his cock still inside her pussy, Scott pushed her shoulders down so her face was pressing up against the cushions of the couch and her ass was up in the air.

  Leaning forward, he grabbed the back of the couch and used it for leverage as he proceeded to pound the shit out Britney, his hips slamming up against her ass, his balls slapping up against the underside of her snatch. He hammered her for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy opening up further and further, allowing him to explore new depths with every thrust, her perfect little pink asshole staring him in the face, beckoning him, be gging to be played with.

  But her asshole would have to wait for another time, as he was already on the verge of orgasm.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said quickly under his breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

  Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth Britney had pulled away from him and spun around and was sitting on the couch, her head in between his legs and at the same level as his cock. He remained standing on the couch as she began sucking his cock and jerking him off and then his body tensed up and he got right to that magical moment where the entire world was a blur and then there was a mighty release of tension and he was shooting his sperm right into Britney’s open mouth and all over her smiling face while she continued jerking him off until every last trace of cum had exited his body.

  She used her hand to squeeze the final drops from his cock then wrapped her lips around it one last time for a brief post orgasm blow job that caused him to shimmy and shake and try to pull away but she wouldn’t let him.

  Laughing, Britney finally released his cock and fell back onto the couch. Scott grabbed his shirt off the ground and tossed it to her.

  She wiped the cum off her face and dropped the shirt to the ground then leaned back onto the couch.

  “So what happens now?” Scott asked, sitting down next to her.

  “What do you mean?”

  “How are we going to work this little arrangement? Are we just going to get together whenever one of us feels like it, or what?”

  “I was thinking of setting up a little bit of structure,” Britney said. “I figure we’ve only gotten together on holidays so far, so we might as well just continue on with that pattern.”

  “Holidays only, huh?”

  Britney nodded. “Hopefully if we set some rules limiting our interactions it’ll keep things interesting, help us avoid getting sick of each other.”

  “And keep us from getting too close,” Scott added. “Help nip any emotional attachment in the bud.”

  “Exactly,” Britney said. “Plus it’ll give us something to look forward to. A little extra treat on the holidays.”

  “Give them a little bit of meaning,” Scott said with an ironic smile.

  Britney laughed. “So? What do you think?”

  “It sounds good to me,” he said. “At the very least it’ll keep things interesting.”

  Britney ran her hand down Scott’s chest and grabbed ahold of his cock, which was still partially hard and growing harder at her touch.

  “And speaking of interesting,” she said, a wicked little smirk on her face as she started slowly jerking him off. “I find the fact that you’re still apparently not all used up for the night pretty interesting.”

  “Used up? Hell, I’ve barely even gotten started.”

  “Is that right?”

  He nodded. “I figure we’ve only got one night every month or so, we might as well make it count.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Britney said, standing up. “Do you mind if I jump in the shower before round two?”

  “Only if you don’t mind having me in there with you,” Scott said as he climbed to his feet.

  “I was counting on it,” Britney said.

  Smiling, she grabbed ahold of his cock, which was once again standing at full attention, and started walking towards the bathroom, pulling him along with her.

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  BANGING MY ROOMMATE’S BOYFRIEND

  MISTY ROSE

  I was sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of wine and playing with myself when the doorbell rang. I pulled my fingers of out my pussy, finished off my glass of wine and went over to answer the door. Looking in the peephole I saw that it was Karl, Penny’s boyfriend. Right on time.

  Penny and Karl had been dating for almost a month now but this was the first time he’d been over to our place. She’d been trying him out, giving him a test run, to see what kind of a man he was.

  Now that she felt comfortable with him, she’d decided that it was time for us to meet. Which was fine by me. If what she’d said about Karl was true, I was looking forward to being alone with him.

  I opened the door. Karl looked surprised to see me. Or maybe he was just shocked at what I was wearing. It wasn’t much; a white t-shirt with no bra that showed off my firm, perky tits along with white panties and nothing else. My dark brown hair was done up in a ponytail and I wasn’t wearing anything on my feet. My nipples were hard and threatening to poke holes in my shirt from my solo activity before he’d shown up.

  “Is Penny here?” Karl asked.

  “She had to run out for a minute,” I replied. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable. She’ll be back in a little while.”

  “Maybe I should come back when she’s here,” he said, his eyes checking me out from head to toe.

  “Don’t be silly,” I said, holding the door open further. My arm was up high on the door, lifting my shirt up, showing off my flat, tan stomach and the bottom of my breast. “Grab a seat on the couch. I’ll get you a glass of wine.”

  He deliberated for a moment then took a deep breath and walked through the door.

  I went to the kitchen and refilled my glass and got him one.

  When I came back he was on the couch, his legs slightly spread and his hands folded neatly on his lap. He was trying to hide the bulge in his pants but wasn’t having any success. I could see it from here. I smiled and handed him his glass.

  “Thanks,” he said. “You’re her roommate, right?”

  I nodded. “I’m Kendra. You’re Karl, I assume?”

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Pleased to meet you, Karl,” I said, holding out my hand.

  “Likewise,” he said, shaking it.

  “I’ve heard a lot about you,” I said.

  “I’ve heard a lot about you too,” he said. But it was a lie. I knew for a fact that Penny had hardly mentioned me to him.

  I held out my glass towards him. “A toast,” I said. “To Penny’s luck at finding such a wonderful guy.”

  He gave me a curious look but clinked glasses and took a sip of his wine.

  I downed my glass in one gulp and set it on the table. Then I dropped down to my knees and crawled towards him. I spread his legs with my hands and moved in closer to him until my head was hovering right above his groin.

  “What are you doing?” he said, laughing nervously under his breath and shifting his body.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” I replied, running my fingers up his leg. I rubbed my hand along the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Penny was right, his dick was huge. “I’m going to suck your cock.”

  He wiggled back as much as he could but didn’t make any other effort to get away. “I don’t know . . .”

  “What’s wrong?” I said, acting all innocent. “You don’t like having your cock sucked?”

  “No, it’s not that,” he said. “It’s just . . .”

  “Just what?” I asked while I undid his zipper.

  “What if Penny comes back,” he said but his tone was unconvincing. He wanted this, it was obvious.

  “She won’t,” I said as I unfurled his monster cock from his pants. It was more than 7 inches long and was as thick as a police flashlight. Incredible.

  He started to weakly protest again but shut up immediately as I took his cock in my mouth.

  “Holy shit,” he said under his breath as I began to blow him, my lips moving up and down on his cock while my hand worked his shaft. He threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling.

  I pulled his cock from my mouth and dropped my head down a little bit and licked his shaft, from bottom to top, my tongue moving slowly while my other hand played with his balls. Then I took his cock in my mouth again and started going after it more aggressively.

  He had a sudden bout of regret and tried to slide over to the side of the couch. “I can’t do this,” he said under his breath.

  But I was having none of it. I maintained a tight grip on his cock and moved with him, laughi ng softly at his feeble attempts to get away. “It’s fine,” I said. “Really. You don’t have to pretend like you don’t want it. Penny won’t know.”

  “But I will,” he said.

  “So what?” I said. “Are you married to her yet?”

  “No, but—”

  “But nothing,” I said. “It’s just a little harmless fun.”

  “I don’t know . . .” he said again. But again his tone wasn’t convincing at all. And he’d stopped trying to squirm away.

  “Come on,” I said, looking up at him from behind his cock. “Don’t be so selfish. You have such a beautiful cock. It’s not fair that Penny should get it all to herself.”

  He didn’t have any comeback so I figured he was over it.

  “That’s better,” I said. “Now sit back and let me do my thing. I’m pretty good at it, you know.”

  “Yeah, I can tell,” he said.

  I took that as my cue to continue, so I did.

  I undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down until they were around his ankles, then popped his cock back into my mouth, taking it halfway down a couple of times to get myself warmed up, then took the whole thing in my mouth.

  His cock was huge, bigger than anyone I’d ever deepthroated before, but I eventually got it all the way down. The tip pressed up against the back of my throat and the shaft filled me entirely, choking off my breath.

  He muttered a wordless grunt as I held his cock deep in my throat for four, five, six seconds before pulling off with a gasp and a deep intake of breath.

  “Goddammit,” he said, his voice soft and amazed.

  “You like that?” I said, looking up at him, tears leaking out of my eyes, jerking him off the whole time I was talking to him. “You like it when I deepthroat that huge cock of yours?”

  He nodded.

  “Penny can’t do that to your cock, can she?”

  He shook his head.

  “I can do a whole lot of things Penny can’t do,” I said, “Or won’t do.”