Slutty When Wet - 4 Filthy Stories Page 2

  No more than five seconds later an unintelligible moan of pleasure escaped from Jamie’s mouth and her pussy released a torrent of juices, drenching the lower part of my face.

  Once her orgasm had passed I pulled my face from her ass and took a moment to catch my breath. She reached back, grabbed ahold of my hair, lifted me to my feet and pulled me in close. With my cock pushing up against her lower back, right above her ass, she turned her head so she could see me over her shoulder.

  Without saying anything, Jamie grabbed ahold of my cock and slipped it into her pussy, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. She was as wet as she’d ever been, her pussy practically leaking juices, making it so slick that I couldn’t have gone slow if I’d wanted to.

  With my knees bent to account for the height difference, I moved my hips against Jamie, forcing my cock deep inside her pussy. I grabbed ahold of her hips and proceeded to slam into her, moving my cock in and out of her pussy in fast, aggressive pumps, her entire body moving forward every time I bottomed out.

  Jamie returned her palms to the wall to give her more leverage, allowing her to push back against me. Her upper body was bent at a ninety degree angle and she was facing away from me, her leg muscles tight and her back arched, showing off her spine and shoulder blades.

  With one of my hands, I released her hips and gave her a slap on the ass. She let out a little yelp of pleasure and started bucking back harder against me.

  “You like that, do you?” I said, taunting her just as she’d taunted me earlier.

  “I love it,” she said. “Do it again.”

  So I did, smacking her again, hard enough that it left a red handprint in her ass cheek. While I admired my handiwork, my eyes caught a glimpse of her asshole. It was staring right at me, beckoning. I let my hand wander towards it and started rubbing it with my thumb.

  Jamie responded by bucking even harder against me, as though trying to force my thumb inside her asshole.

  I decided to help her out, spitting on her asshole and rubbing it in with my thumb before slipping the tip of it inside her while I continued fucking her pussy.

  “Holy fuck,” she said in a gasping breath.

  “Is that what you wanted?” I asked, knowing full well it was but wanting to hear her say it. “My thumb in your asshole while I fuck your pussy?”

  She shook her head from side to side.

  “No?” I said, unable to hide my surprise.

  “No,” she said, rising up so her back was pressing against my chest. She turned her head so she could see me. She was still moving against me, but more slowly now. My thumb was still planted halfway in her asshole. “I want your cock in there. I want you to fuck my ass.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “Of course I’m sure,” Jamie said, pulling my thumb out of her ass and sucking on it, cleaning it of her ass juices. “That was the whole point of the evening.”

  “That was your surprise?”

  Nodding, Jamie stepped forward. My cock slid out of her pussy. Smiling, she dropped to her knees and grabbed ahold it.

  “I want you to take this cock—”

  She paused for a moment to wrap her lips around my cock, taking it halfway down and letting it out slowly, inch by inch.

  “And I want you to stick it in my tight little asshole—”

  Pausing again, she slid my cock back into her mouth, taking it three-quarters of the way down this time before letting it out just as slowly as she had a moment ago.

  “Until you shoot your load in my dirty little shithole.”

  She took my cock in her mouth yet again, this time taking it all the way down. After it had completely disappeared in her mouth, she held it there, deepthroating me for a few seconds before letting it out at the same slow pace as the previous two times.

  “What do you say to that?” she asked once my cock was clear of her mouth.

  “I say turn around and get down on your hands and knees so I can give you what you want.”

  “That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Jamie replied, spinning around and dropping to her hands and knees. Her legs were spread, opening up her ass, giving me a perfect view of her insane backside. She flicked her head, sending her hair to one side, then turned her face so she could see me.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked.

  I didn’t have an answer. So I fell to my knees and sidled up to her.

  Looking down at her perfect little ass from this angle, I found myself staring at the perfectly round black hole of her anus, slightly opened up from the foreplay but by no means gaping. I was mesmerized, completely fixated by it, thinking about how good my luck was. Here I was getting ready to fuck an incredibly hot, impossibly filthy eighteen-year-old in her tight, tiny little ass. It didn’t get any better than that.

  “Come on, give it to me already,” Jamie said, breaking my stupor. She sounded annoyed, like she thought I’d been deliberately messing with her.

  “Sorry,” I said. “I got lost there for a moment.”

  Her gaze softened. Apparently she believed me. But now that she was back to playing the attitude card, she couldn’t let it go. Maintaining the façade, she said, “I don’t care what the fuck happened to you, if you don’t stick that hard cock of yours in my ass I’m going to rip it off.”

  Laughing softly, I grabbed ahold of my cock, slapped it against her asscheeks a couple of times, then slid it into her asshole.

  Even though it was already warmed up from the foreplay, Jamie’s asshole was tight as hell, grabbing my cock in a way that her pussy didn’t. It felt just as incredible as fucking her pussy, but different. The pressure was more intense and constant up and down my entire cock as her anus squeezed it tight. And I hadn’t even started moving against her yet.

  I started to push but Jamie said, “Hang on a second. Let me work it for a little bit.”

  So I sat still while she worked my cock with her perfect little ass.

  Jamie started slowly, moving back against me with deliberate care, slowly and gently while her asshole got used to my cock. It didn’t take long before it opened up, and within a minute she was bucking back against me with more intensity, taking my cock all the way down, making it disappear inside her asshole in long, smooth strokes.

  “Holy fuck,” I moaned under my breath.

  “You like that?” Jamie said, her face still turned so she could see me. “You like it when I fuck your cock with my asshole?”

  I nodded, afraid that my voice would crack if I tried to speak.

  “Are you ready to take over?” she asked, her voice full of need. “Are you ready to start pummeling my ass with your cock?”

  I nodded again.

  “Then take over,” Jamie said. “Show me what you can do.”

  So I did, grabbing ahold of her hips and using them for leverage, allowing me to start moving against her at the pace and depth of my choosing.

  Jamie’s asshole felt so fucking good that I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long, so I started slamming into her right away, giving her my entire cock, balls deep, pounding her with such intensity that my ballsack was slapping up against the underside of her pussy at the end of every thrust.

  “Is that all you got?” Jamie said, catching my eyes. “Can’t you fuck me any harder?”

  “Like this?” I said, hammering into her as hard as I could and holding it there, my cock planted deep in her asshole. “Is that how you want it?”

  I slammed into her again, hard enough to make her yelp as my hips made contact with her ass. “Like that?”

  “Harder,” she said, still staring directly at me.

  I grabbed ahold of her shoulders and yanked back on them as I came forward, allowing me even deeper access to her asshole. I sped things up, sliding my cock in and out of her asshole with ever-increasing rapidity, so quickly that I could barely keep any rhythm going. Jamie started grunting upon contact and her breathing rate increased dramatically as I continued hammering away at her with reckle
ss abandon.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked. She was no longer looking back at me. Her head was facing forward, her spine arched, her hair spilling down her back. “Am I giving you what you want you fucking little slut?”

  “More,” she said even though she was breathing so hard she could barely even talk. “Give me all you got. I can take it. Break me in fucking half. Punish me.”

  Laughing under my breath, marveling at her insatiability, I climbed to my feet and pushed her shoulders down so they were lying on the floor, along with her face. This would allow me maximum leverage over her and allow me to give her what she wanted. An ass-fucking like no other.

  I pummeled her asshole with everything I had, pounding away at her so hard that her body was moving forward with every thrust. My hips were moving like a jackhammer, her ass rippling every time I made contact with it.

  “Holy fuck!” she screamed, totally into it now. “Just like that, just like that! Fuck my asshole. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!”

  Her talking was what put me over the edge. Despite wanting to continue fucking her all night long, my body was telling me it was done.

  “Goddammit,” I said, partly out of frustration at cumming already and partly out to warn Jamie, to make sure she still wanted me to cum in her asshole. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  “Cum in my ass,” she growled, her voice guttural. “Fill up my asshole with your cum.”

  Well, that answered that question. I muttered, “Shit, shit, shit,” under my breath and released my seed into her asshole, continuing to pound away at her until every last bit of sperm had exited my body.

  Once I’d stopped, Jamie pulled forward. My cock slipped out of her ass, drooping a little bit but still pretty hard. She spun around and took my cock in her mouth, sucking it clean of her ass juices before letting it slide out.

  “Well, what did you think?” she asked, looking up at me, her trademark smirk back on her face.

  “I think you’re a filthy little fuckslut,” I said.

  “Why thank you,” she replied. “That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “You have a warped sense of humor, you know that?”

  “Of course,” she said. “I’ve worked very hard on it over the years.”

  “Too bad it doesn’t come out more often,” I said.

  “Too bad you can’t fuck my ass longer without cumming,” she countered.

  “Ouch,” I said. “That’s a low blow.”

  “Sorry,” Jamie said. “I was just joking.”

  “No you weren’t,” I said. “And I don’t blame you for being annoyed. I didn’t last very long once I started fucking your ass.”

  “Oh, you did fine,” she said. “It was our first time doing that, after all.”

  “Still, that’s no excuse,” I said. “What do you say I make it up to you.”

  “How?”

  “Come with me into your bedroom and you’ll find out,” I said, flashing her a wry smile.

  “What? You want to go twice in a row?”

  “Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

  Jamie shrugged. “I’ve tried to get you to do it before and you always had some excuse why you couldn’t.”

  “That’s true,” I said. “But you’ve never let me fuck your ass before.”

  “And that changes things?”

  “It sure seems like it,” I said. “After all, I’m still pretty hard, aren’t I?”

  Jamie looked down at my cock, which was already starting to make a comeback. “I’m seeing it but I’m not sure I’m believing it,” she said. “Did you take Viagra before coming over here or something?”

  “Nope,” I said, grabbing my cock and bouncing it up and down a couple times. “This is all natural, baby.”

  “All because I let you fuck my ass,” she said, shaking her head softly.

  “That’s right.”

  “Hell, if I would have known that’s all it took I would’ve let you fuck my ass that first night.”

  “I wish you would have,” I said, climbing to my feet.

  “So do I,” she replied. “So do I.”

  “Well, shall we?” I asked, holding out my hand.

  “We shall,” Jamie replied, taking it in hers. I helped her up and led her to the bedroom. “We shall indeed.”

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  SLAMMED BY A STRANGER

  THE ADVENTURES OF A DIRTY SLUT: VOLUME SEVEN

  JT HOLLAND

  Sex is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s better slow and gentle, with someone you really care about and enjoy spending time outside of the bedroom with. And sometimes you just want to get slammed by a stranger.

  Last night was the latter.

  Okay, so maybe he wasn’t technically a stranger, but I certainly don’t know him all that well. His name was Johnny and he lived in my apartment complex but I’d never actually talked to him for any length of time. I’d seen him at the gym and the pool a few times and we’ve said hi to each other but that was about it.

  I do know one thing about him though; he’s hot as shit. Tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and a rocking body. And from the few times I’ve seen him in shorts, quite a nice package too.

  To be honest, I’ve thought about making the moves on him before but the timing has never been right. Until last night, that is.

  #

  It was just after midnight when I got home from a night of dancing and drinking in downtown San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter. We had a small group of friends that got together once a month for a girls-night-out and the only rule was you weren’t allowed to go home with a guy. It was our little way of guaranteeing that we’d spend the whole night together without getting distracted. Of course, the rule almost always got broken by at least one of the girls, but tonight I’d stuck to it and came home alone.

  This late the parking lot was pretty full so I was forced to park on the opposite side of the complex from my apartment. Feeling a little tipsy, I climbed out of my car, slipped my heels back on to make the walk across the pavement, and headed for one of the side entrances to the complex.

  Because it was an entrance I rarely used, I was more than a little bit startled to hear someone call out to me as I approached the complex.

  “Looks like you had fun tonight,” said the vaguely familiar voice.

  I turned towards the sound and saw Johnny sitting on his outside patio. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his incredible body. He had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were at least ten empty bottles on the table in front of him.

  “It was okay,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement building in my loins.

  “Just okay?” he asked.

  I walked over towards him and leaned up against the iron fence that surrounded his patio, giving him a nice view of my tits. “Yeah, you can only have so much fun when your group is made up entirely of girls.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, flashing a wry smile. “I’ve had lots of fun with groups made up entirely of girls.”

  I matched his smile with one of my own. “I’m sure you have.”

  “Of course, they probably had more fun than I did.”

  I laughed under my breath. “Not very modest, are you?”

  “Not at all,” he replied. “Especially not when I’ve had this much to drink.”

  “Well, lucky for you I don’t like my men modest,” I said.

  “What about drunk?”

  “Actually I like them that way.”

  “Oh yeah? And why is that?”

  “Because they’re more likely to not have any inhibitions,” I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t.

  He didn’t. His smile grew wider but his gaze didn’t waver one bit. “That’s funny,” he said. “That’s the same reason I like my women drunk.”

  “Then you’re in luck.”

  “As are you,” he
said.

  “So, do you have any more beers in there?” I asked.

  “No, but I have some more potent stuff.”

  “You mind if I share some with you?”

  “I’d be delighted,” he said. “As long as you’re willing to share some other stuff too.”

  “Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight,” I said. “I’m in one of those kinds of moods.”

  “What a coincidence,” he said. “So am I.”

  “Then I guess I’ll meet you at your door,” I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.

  This was gonna be fun.

  #

  Ten minutes later we were in his kitchen, throwing down our sixth shot of Tequila. Combined with my earlier drinking I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was in that perfect state; drunk enough to act compulsively but not so wasted that I didn’t know what I was doing. I was fully aware of my actions, I just didn’t care.

  “Can I tell you something?” I said, catching Johnny’s eye and giving him a nasty little smile.

  “You can tell me whatever you want.”

  I cupped my hand around my mouth, leaned in towards him, stuck my mouth right next to his ear and whispered, “I really need to get fucked.”

  “Is that right?” he said, shifting his head so he was looking at me. One corner of his mouth was turned up in a confident little smirk.

  “Yep. And when I say fucked I mean fucked,” I said, running my hands over his chest while I talked. “With a capital F. Not made love to, all mellow and romantic and shit. Fucked. Hard. Pounded. Until I’m screaming.” I shifted so my face was directly in front of his. Our lips were practically touching. “Do you think you can help me out with that?”

  “Oh, I don’t think that would be much of a problem at all,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and easily lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. “Good hard poundings just happen to be my specialty.”

  “Lucky me,” I said.

  He stepped in closer and stuck his tongue into my mouth and started aggressively exploring it.

  I returned the favor, kissing him back just as intensely as he was kissing me. His hands ran up under my shirt and deftly undid my bra. I shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed my tits while we continued to make out.