Erotic Filthiness - 8 Dirty Stories Page 2

  “Did I say you could relax your legs?” I asked.

  She shook her head and pulled her legs taut once again.

  “That’s better,” I said.

  “Now will you stick your fingers back in me?” she asked.

  Her need had taken her attitude down a notch, something that almost always happened. She started out talking shit but as she got more and more into the physical aspects of the evening, she started to mellow out. Her attitude never truly disappeared, but it definitely went into hiding as the needs of her body began to trump her personality.

  “That depends,” I said. “Can you keep your legs tight no matter what I do to you?”

  Riley nodded.

  I gave her another smack on the pussy. She yelped again and flinched but didn’t fold her legs this time.

  “Are you sure?” I said. “You almost collapsed right there.”

  “I’m sure,” she said, a hint of defiance rising again.

  I smacked her again, this time on the inner part of her thigh.

  She held tight.

  I smacked her other thigh, harder this time. The sound echoed about the bedroom.

  She bit down on her bottom lip but still she didn’t fold her legs.

  “Not bad,” I said. “I think you’ve earned my fingers again.”

  So I gave them to her, sliding all three inside her pussy. They went in even easier than they had earlier. Apparently getting smacked around turned Riley on just as much as a good finger-banging.

  I put my left foot up on the bed and leaned forward, altering the angle of penetration and allowing me to slide my fingers even deeper inside her. I pushed them in until they were well past the knuckles and held them there as her pussy clenched tight.

  “Holyfuckingshit,” Riley said as I started sliding them back and forth deep inside her, exploring her insides. Her legs were quivering but she held on tight, not letting them falter.

  I hammered my fingers into her, trying to get Riley to cave, but still she held her legs to the side, her knees locked out and her thighs rock-hard. My head was right above hers and she stared up at me, her eyes laced with defiance even as the rest of her features gave in to the pleasure. She was intent on outlasting me, taking as much as I could give her without folding again.

  There was no way that was going to happen, of course. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. It was time I broke one out.

  While my right hand still pounding away at her pussy, I reached down with my left and tore her blouse open, popping the buttons off and exposing her firm, perky little tits.

  I groped one for a moment, then pinched the nipple. Riley gasped but didn’t relax her legs. I gave her other breast the same treatment. She reacted the same way, still not even coming close to collapsing her legs.

  “Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

  Riley didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.

  “You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”

  “Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.

  “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.

  “Go ahead and try,” she spat out.

  I laughed softly. Riley certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.

  “If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.

  Riley’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.

  Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.

  Riley’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.

  Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.

  I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.

  She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.

  “Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

  I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.

  Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.

  “Holyfuckingshit,” Riley said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.

  “I take it you liked that?” I said.

  Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.

  Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Riley’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”

  She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.

  I slipped all three fingers into Riley’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.

  “Whatever you say,” she replied.

  I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.

  “After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Riley said.

  “That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”

  “It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”

  “But what if I want you to still be a punk?”

  “Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”

  I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.

  “Well, this is real,” Riley said.

  “Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.

  “What’s the matter?” she said.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”

  “Who says you can’t still?”

  “I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”

  “Of course it would,” Riley said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”

  “So you actually do like it?”

  “I fucking love it,” Riley said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”

  I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Riley’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.

  Riley sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.

  While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Riley grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking he
r nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.

  I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Riley said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”

  I nodded.

  “Come on,” she said. “Give it a try.”

  I reached out and gave one of her tits a half-hearted smack.

  “You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.

  I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.

  “Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”

  So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.

  “Harder,” she said.

  I did.

  “Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.

  I slapped her again, making her flinch.

  “That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”

  I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.

  “Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”

  She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.

  I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.

  My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.

  “What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”

  She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.

  I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.

  For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.

  Looking down at Riley’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 21-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?

  For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Riley.

  “Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”

  So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Riley, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.

  Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.

  “Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.

  “It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ago. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”

  I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.

  “I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Riley said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”

  “Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”

  She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”

  I stared at her for a moment then snorted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”

  “There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”

  “Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.

  “It is something,” Riley replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”

  It should have concerned me that a crazy 21-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.

  “Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.

  “That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”

  “Who’s Carrie?”

  “One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”

  “So you do to her what I just did to you?”

  “Hell no,” Riley said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.

  “I’m sure you would,” Riley said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  “I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”

  “For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”

  “I’ll let you know.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”

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  THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS MANHANDLED

  MISTY ROSE

  One of the coolest things about being a dirty little slut is you are constantly surprising people. And not only people that haven’t met you before, but people you’ve been with multiple times.

  The key to being a true dirty slut, however, is the ability to surprise people that you’ve banged multiple times before. Take Chris, for example. I’ve been with him four times before, and he’s pretty damn good in the sack. Even though we’ve done some pretty fucked-up things, he still has no idea how depraved I can be. We’ve never gotten too crazy, even though I get a strong sense that he’d like to.

  Every time I’m with him I keep waiting for him to take things a little further and I can tell that he wants too also. I think he’s just holding back because we don’t know each other all that well and it’s a pretty big leap to take, going from fairly normal, hard sex to roughing a girl up, especially since we’ve only fucked a couple of times, and a few months apart to boot. But that’s what I’m in the mood for tonight. And since Chris is the only man I’ve been able to get a hold of tonight, he’s just going to have to give me what I want. Whether he likes it or not.

  So after giving him a call and inviting him over to my place, I get myself ready then hang out on the couch with a bottle of wine while I wait for him to arrive.

  At just before 8pm there
’s a knock on my door. I put my wine glass and the now-empty bottle of wine back in the kitchen, then head over and answer it.

  I open the door and just stand there, staring at Chris, and more importantly, letting him stare at me. I’m wearing a cutoff, blue-and-white striped long sleeve t-shirt that barely covers my small but perky tits and shows off my perfectly tanned, washboard stomach and blue panties that show off my long, shapely legs and tight ass.

  For his part, Chris is dressed up in a collared shirt and slacks, looking long and lean and sexy as usual. His dark hair is longer than the last time I’d seen him, almost reaching his shoulders, making his already angular features seem even more chiseled.

  “So are you going to come in or just stand there looking at me?” I say, giving him a little bit of attitude.

  A little grin shows up on his face and he steps inside the room. “It’s good to see you, too,” he says, his tone sarcastic.

  “So what’s on tap for this evening?” I ask after we make our way over towards the couch. But we don’t sit down, we just stand there, looking at each other, both with little smirks on our face.

  “Whatever you want,” Chris replies.

  “Do you really mean that?” I say.

  Chris nods but he’s a little apprehensive about it, probably due to my tone.

  I flash him a devilish smile. “Are you sure?”

  “I thought so,” he says. “But with the way you’re looking at me right now, I’m not so sure anymore.”

  “Well you’d better be,” I say. “Otherwise I’ll just have to go find someone else to give me what I need.”

  “And what is it that you need, exactly?” he asks.

  “I need to get punished,” I say. “Do you think you can punish me?”

  “Oh, I could probably do that,” Chris says, his eyes lighting up and his grin growing larger.

  Yep, just like I thought. He’s totally into that sort of thing. But I still need to push him further, to get him in the correct mindset to truly let it go. “Probably? Or definitely?”

  “I can sure as hell try,” he says.

  “That’s not good enough,” I say. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know that you can take things all the way. I mean, really lay into me.”