Rough & Aggressive - 4 Tales Of Extreme Filth Page 2

  “What are you going to do now?” she asked, still flashing attitude even though she was in a compromising position.

  “Whatever I want,” I said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Only if you cum before you fuck me again.”

  “Don’t worry, I promise to stick my cock in your pussy at least one more time before I cum on your face.”

  “On my face?” she said. “I figured you were going to cum in my mouth.”

  “I’m sure I can sneak a little in there if that’s what you want,” I said.

  “Either way is fine with me, as long as—”

  “I fuck you again before I cum,” I said, lifting my body off of her and scooting forward until my groin was hovering right above her face. “Yeah, yeah, I got that part. Now open your mouth and try not to talk any shit for once.”

  Surprisingly, Riley did as she was told.

  “That’s a good girl,” I said, as I dropped my balls into her mouth. Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she sucked on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

  “Fuckin-A you’re good at that,” I said, taking the opportunity to talk a little shit of my own now that her mouth was full. With my balls still in her mouth, I pressed my cock down against her face, holding it lengthwise alongside the side of her nose and rubbing it on her forehead and over her eyes.

  Looking down at her, our eyes locked together, I lifted myself up in an attempt to extract my balls from her mouth. She refused to release them, holding on with her mouth, stretching my ballsack to it’s limits before reluctantly letting go with a pop.

  “You just never quit trying to push buttons, do you?” I said.

  Riley shrugged and flashed me a wicked smile but for once didn’t say anything.

  I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re a real a piece of work, you know that, right?”

  “Look who’s talking,” she replied.

  “Fair enough,” I said. I smacked her with my cock a few times then stuck it in her mouth. I fucked her face using long, slow strokes, giving her my entire cock each time.

  “You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” I asked, staring down at her.

  She nodded as best she could considering the situation.

  I grabbed her head and held it in place against the cushion and started to pump her mouth with more speed, slamming my cock in and out like a jackhammer, giving it to her balls deep every time.

  She coughed and gagged but didn’t complain, even as my balls slapped up against the bottom of her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth.

  I could have easily cum right then and there but I’d promised her that I’d fuck her again before I finished up, and despite all my faults I’m a man who sticks by his promises, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and grabbed her under the arms and slid her body down to the floor.

  “Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked, looking down at Riley. Her shoulders and neck were on the floor and her legs were still up on the couch.

  She nodded.

  I grabbed ahold of her legs and pushed them down until her knees were pressed against the floor, one on either side of her head, essentially folding her in half.

  She’d obviously been in this position before, as she wrapped her arms around her legs to keep them in place without being told. Squatting, I guided my cock into her pussy. She grimaced and let out a little yelp but didn’t protest, even as I forced my cock deeper inside her.

  “That’s it,” she said. “Break my fucking pussy. Break it in half. Turn me inside out.”

  Egged on by her dirty mouth, I grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, opening her up even more, and proceeded to lay into her, dropping my body down onto her with enough force to cause her to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

  As I climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, I tapped into the last reserves of my energy and pounded her with all the intensity I could muster. She took everything I had to offer, staring directly up at me the entire time. She was no longer talking shit, no longer talking at all, really, just making loud, guttural, animal noises, having finally lost her ironic distance from the situation.

  This, more than anything, put me over the edge. The idea that I could break through Riley’s walls of detachment and bring her into the moment instead of allowing her to observe it from afar was the best thing that had happened all afternoon.

  I slammed into her a couple more times, then climbed off of her and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of her head. Squatting, I aimed my cock at her face and jerked myself off.

  “Give it to me,” she said. “Paint my fucking face with your cum.”

  And so I did, shooting my load all over her, streams of milky sperm splashing against her nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth. Her face was covered in white globs, her pretty eyes sparkling behind them, her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

  As I stood there recovering, she sat up and grabbed ahold of my cock and sucked on the tip, pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping her hand away.

  “Not too bad for an old man,” she said. “I’m not going to lie though, I was expecting you to get a little rougher with me.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, you know, playing with my asshole or slapping me around or choking me, stuff like that.”

  “I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”

  “I’m into it all,” she said, wiping a bit of my cum off her face with her finger and then sticking it in her mouth. “The rougher the better.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I said.

  “Next time? What about right now?”

  I looked down at her. “You want to go at it again?”

  “Hell yes,” she said. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

  I laughed and shook my head. This girl truly was a freak.

  “I wish I could,” I said. “But I have some shit I have to get done.”

  “That’s too bad,” Riley said. “Because I’m still rearing to go.” Her hand went down to her pussy and she started rubbing it. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to top me off.”

  The idea that she was going to find another man to finish what I’d started should have pissed me off but instead it just turned me on more. It made me realize that I had only just started to tap the depths of her depravity. Besides, it’s not like I thought I was the only guy she was fucking. But still, I would be lying if I said it didn’t annoy me just a little bit. It was one thing to share her with another man but another thing altogether to know that she was going to be calling someone else as soon as I left.

  “You need it that bad, huh?” I said as I pulled my clothes on.

  She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

  “Then I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You keep yourself busy for a few hours, and once I’m done doing what I need to do I’ll come back over here and finish you off myself. Okay?”

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I need it pretty bad. I’m not sure if I can hold out until tonight.”

  “I’m sure you can find a way to keep yourself satisfied,” I said as I tied my shoes.

  “I’ll try,” she said. “But I’m not making any promises.”

  She was still sporting the attitude but I was pretty sure she was just fucking with me. But in the end, it didn’t really matter whether or not she had another guy over while I was gone. I was coming back for more that night, either way. I knew it and she knew it, and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.

  “Just do your best,” I said, heading for the door. I only had a few minutes to spare and I knew if I didn’t leave now I wouldn’t leave at all. “And I’ll see you tonight.”

  She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and waved goodbye, then slipped them into her mouth. I laughed again, then turned and headed towards the door. It was going to be a long couple of hours.

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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.”

  “I can do that,” Chris says, the look on his face displaying the attitude that I knew was always right below the surface.

  “How much can you give me?”

  “Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.

  “Shit, you know I can take whatever your pathetic ass can dish out,” I say, knowing that he’ll take the challenge to heart. He’s definitely one of those macho guys that has to accept every front to his ego head on. Without exception. He was just born and bred that way.

  Chris’s eyes light up even further. “You talk a big game,” he says. “But I don’t think you can truly handle me.”

  “I always have before.”

  “That’s because I always took it easy on you.”

  “And why is that? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”

  He just shrugs. But he is grinning and his eyes are lit up. He thinks he’s too much for me. Time to put him in his place.

  “You think you’re a badass but you ain’t shit,” I say, knowing just how hard he’s going to try and prove me wrong. Which is exactly the point. “I’ve had 18-year old girls rough me up more than you’re going to.”

  “Is that how you want it?” he says, his smile growing wider. “Rough?”

  “As rough as you can make it.”

  “No holds barred?”

  “None.”

  “I can do anything to you I want?”

  “Anything at all,” I say, walking towards him. “Choking, slapping, hair-pulling, and more. The whole nine yards.”

  “I don’t know,” he says, backing up slightly as I approached, suddenly apprehensive.

  “I knew it,” I say. “You’re all talk. When it comes to doing the deed you just don’t have the balls.”

  His grin takes on a harder edge. I’m starting to get to him. Time to pour it on.

  “You’re scared,” I say. “I can see it in your eyes. You don’t think I can take what you have in mind.”

  “I know you can’t,” he says.

  “Try me,” I say. “Fucking try me and let’s find out who’s right and who’s wrong.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me,” he says, suddenly yanking my shirt off, exposing my small, perky tits. My nipples are already rock hard. He fondles one of my tits and roughly pinches my nipple, forcing a gasp from my throat. Then, without warning, he slaps down on it.

  I bite down on my bottom lip and let out a little moan. It hurts for just a moment before fading into pleasure.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I say, smiling wickedly. “Do it again.”

  Grinning back at me, Chris slaps down on my tit again, harder this time.

  “Harder,” I say.

  So he does, hard enough that the sound echoes about the room.

  “Harder,” I say again, even though tears are leaking out of my eyes and my tit already stings. “Like you mean it.”

  He obliges.

  “Is that all you got?” I ask.

  Grinning wickedly now, he does it again. And again. And again, forcing me to flinch more every time.

  But then, at just the right time, he stops. Chris is smart enough to know that mixing pleasure in with the pain keeps things infinitely more interesting.

  Bending down, Chris leans forward and takes my raw nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently, my pleasure heightened because of the sudden absence of pain. But he doesn’t let me feel good for too long.

  Rising up, he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth, then goes to work on my other tit, slapping away at it until I’m just about to go over the edge between pleasure and pain before bringing me back down by caressing my nipple with his mouth.

  “Not bad,” I say. “Not bad at all. But still I need more.”

  “Don’t worry,” Chris says, spinning me around so my back is to him. “You’re gonna get it.”

  He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. Then, holdings my wrists together against my back with one hand, he uses his free hand to pull off his belt.

  “Let’s see how you like this,” he says as he wraps his belt around my wrists in an interlocking fashion and then tightens it, incapacitating my arms behind my back before spinning me around so I’m facing him again.

  “I fucking love it,” I say, smiling widely.

  Without warning, Chris grabs ahold of my throat and starts to squeeze, not so much that I
can’t breathe, but not lightly either. With his other hand, he slaps my face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

  After taking a moment to let me recover, Chris slaps me again. He’s squeezing my throat more tightly, making it extremely difficult to breathe. But still he doesn’t let up, slapping me again.

  I can feel my face turning red as I try in vain to get air into my lungs. But still I don’t want him to stop, which is a good thing because it doesn’t appear that he has any intention of doing so.

  He slaps me again. And again.

  Chris is squeezing my throat with everything he has now, making it impossible for me to breathe. Even though the rational part of my brain knows that I’m not in any danger, my body rebels against the lack of air, my arms straining against their bonds, but I can’t break free.

  With my hands bound behind my back there’s nothing I can do to stop Chris from exerting his will over me. I can only hope that he lets me breathe before it’s too late. He is no longer slapping my face, but he’s still pinching my throat with his fingers.

  Staring directly at me, his face inches from mine, he carefully watches my eyes as I slip towards unconsciousness.

  “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Chris says, his voice sounding tinny and far away to my ears.

  I try to nod my head but I can’t move it.

  The world starts to gray around the edges and now I can no longer hold my head upright. A couple seconds later the world goes black.

  The next thing I know, everything around me is in ultra-bright colors as I gasp and cough, trying to get air into my lungs. My entire body is tingling from the sensation, from my head to my toes and everything in between. And my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been in my life, soaking my panties as though they’ve just been through the washing machine.

  Chris takes advantage of my wetness, sliding my panties down my legs then slipping two fingers into my pussy.

  I let out a loud gasp as he starts to bang away at my insides, not even bothering to take things slowly.

  It isn’t long before he adds a third finger into the mix, then a fourth, jamming them into my soaking wet pussy and hammering away at my snatch without mercy while my body shakes and shimmies and I gasp for breath as an orgasm quickly builds inside me.