Naughty As Hell - 4 Filthy Tales Page 3

  She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them there.

  He goes back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.

  She’s practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place despite everything forcing them down.

  Eric is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

  Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.

  Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

  It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.

  “Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.

  Jasmine nods.

  “Beg for it,” Eric says.

  “Please fuck me,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

  Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.

  He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

  “Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

  His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.

  “Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

  Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

  By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

  Eric releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.

  She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.

  He pulls his hand from her mouth and wraps it around her throat.

  “You like that?” he says. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

  She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.

  Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

  Jasmine’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Eric suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.

  He lets go of her throat.

  Jasmine gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

  They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.

  And then, just like, Eric is ready to cum.

  He scrambles up towards her, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.

  It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Jasmine swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.

  Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.

  “You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.

  “I told you before,” she says. “I’m the filthiest.”

  “You certainly are,” he says, marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.

  As if reading his mind, Jasmine reaches over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.

  She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.

  He’s done. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind. At least for the short term. He’s completely spent, in more ways than one.

  “That’s it,” Eric says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”

  Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.

  “Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”

  “There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”

  She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you want.”

  “I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”

  “It was my pleasure,” she says. “Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys put me through.”

  “Really? Like what?”

  She waves her hand dismissively. “You don’t want to know.”

  “Actually I do,” he says. “Consider it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth for the next few minutes.”

  Jasmine laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”

  “So tell me about what these other guys do to you.”

  “Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”

  “And you enjoy it all?”

  “I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do if it were up to me.”

  “Is it ever up to you?”

  “Sure,” she says. “There are plenty of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of the stuff I mentioned before.”

  “People actually pay you to do those things to them?”

  “Absolutely,” she says with a smile.

  Eric laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”

  “More than anything in the world.”

  “I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”

 
“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”

  “So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”

  “Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”

  “What about other women?”

  “I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”

  “So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”

  “I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

  “And you such a professional,” he says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her body, hiding it for good on this night.

  “That’s what I pride myself on.” Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.

  He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.

  “Thanks, hon,” she says, walking towards him.

  “My pleasure,” he says.

  She stops to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out the door and disappears around the corner.

  “Which is going to be sooner than it should be,” he says under his breath.

  Eric closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling that it will all be worth it.

  He’s right on both counts.

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  MY NAUGHTY BABES: MELANIE

  SCOTTY DIGGLER

  I’m a traveling man. Not quite in the old-school sense of the word, necessarily, but in the spirit of it, at least. My job takes me around the country, keeping me continually on the move; two weeks on the West Coast, a day in the Midwest, a weekend the South, then on to the East Coast for a week before heading back west. We have companies in almost half of the states of the US, and I’m constantly putting out fires in every single one of them.

  Needless to say this precludes me from having a traditional relationship. It simply wouldn’t be fair to be gone from my family at all times; not to me or to them. But that’s okay. I’ve never been much for the traditional lifestyle anyway. I prefer to do things my own way.

  Luckily for me I’m a pretty good looking dude, a tall and dark-haired 27-year old with a body honed from years of playing sports and working out. I’m extremely comfortable in my own skin and have a pitch-black, self-deprecating sense of humor. Which is a long-winded way of saying that I’ve never really had any trouble with women.

  That last part has made things pretty easy for me while I’m on the road. Over the years I’ve cultivated a number of relationships, leaving me with one woman for each of the cities I visit on a regular basis. They’re not girlfriends in the traditional sense but they’re more than just fuck-buddies. Each women is someone I spend the majority of my non-working time with when I come into town, sort of like a short-lived, temporary relationship, minus all the hassles. We party, we go to dinner, we hang out, and we fuck. Then we both move on until the next time I’m in town.

  There are, of course, occasional issues that flare-up in this kind of set-up, but for the most part, it works wonderfully. I’m certainly happy about my life. The way I see it I get the best of both worlds; a bevy of hot, awesome, sexually-active companions without the hassles and pitfalls of a long-term relationship. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

  #

  I arrived in St. Louis at 6PM, got into my rental car, and made my way towards Melanie’s apartment. I had four days in the city, most of which were going to spent working, but tonight I had the evening to do with what I pleased. So I’d made plans to take Melanie to dinner before settling down for the night.

  Melanie was a 23-year old graduate student at the University of Missouri, where she was studying to be a biochemist. I’d met her a couple years back when she was working part-time at one of our sister companies, helping make ends meet.

  At a shade under 5’4” and barely more than 100 pounds, Melanie was a tiny young woman with long brown hair and a rocking body. She was one of those lucky girls that could go either way; she could play down her looks and be the girl-next-door, cute as a button, all innocent and wholesome looking, or she could sex things up and pull off the filthy, slutty look with ease.

  Most of the time, I preferred the latter. Luckily for me, on this night, that was what I got.

  It was just after 7PM when I knocked on her door.

  “Come on in,” I heard Melanie call out. “I’m in the bedroom.”

  I opened the door and walked in, then closed and locked it behind me. I made my way into the bedroom, an excited little smile playing on my lips. I loved these first nights with one of my girls. It was like Christmas morning every single time.

  I pushed Melanie’s bedroom door open and peeked inside her room. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror attached to the wall next to the bed, putting the finishing touches on her bright-red lipstick, which combined with the generous portion of black mascara around her eyes and the teased-up, slightly ruffled hair to give her that ultra-slutty look that I loved so much.

  Her outfit played it up too, consisting of a long-sleeve white blouse that showed off her small but firm and perfect tits while leaving her flat midriff exposed and a tiny jean skirt that barely covered her ass and left her black g-string panties visible. And just to top things off she was wearing a pair of black knee-high boots with heels that added four inches to her frame, making her almost my height.

  Melanie caught my eye in the mirror and flashed me a smile. “What do you think?” she asked, spinning in place.

  “I think I’m already hard just from looking at you.”

  “You like it that much, huh?”

  “Like it? Hell, it’s all I can do to not cream my pants right now.”

  Melanie laughed and went back to finishing up her lipstick. It was a totally unnecessary move, meant only to taunt me with her puckered up lips. And it worked. I just couldn’t resist.

  I came up behind her and pressed my body up against hers. My already hard cock was pressing against my pants, poking her in the lower back, right above her ass. She caught my eyes in the mirror and smiled wickedly. I returned the gesture.

  “I thought we were going to dinner?” Melanie said, acting all innocent.

  “We are,” I replied. “Just not until after I ravage you.”

  “I don’t know,” she said, pretending to play hard-to-get, a ruse that was undermined by her wry smile and the tone of her voice, not to mention her body, which was rubbing up against mine with deliberate intentions. “It took me half an hour to get made up like this. I don’t know if I want to go through that again.”

  “Please,” I said, drawing the word out to play up my mock disgust. “You know this is exactly why you got all dolled up. You wanted to make it impossible for me to keep my hands off you.”

  “I must admit, I was hoping it would have that effect.”

  “Then stop your whining and let me do what I’m good at,” I said as I ran my hand up the side of her body, slipped my hand under her shirt and cupped her right breast. I pinched her nipple and felt it harden beneath my fingers almost immediately. She let out a low moan as I rubbed her nipple between my fingertips.

  “Oh, okay. Fine,” Melanie said in an exaggeratedly resigned tone. “If you can’t keep your hands off me, then I guess I’ll just have to let you do your worst.” She began rubbing her ass up and down against me, her breathing rate growing more and more rapid with every second.

  I leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe while I switched my hand over to her right nipple and gave it
the same treatment as the left one. Once both were hard enough to be poking through the material of her shirt, I slid my hand out from under her shirt and continued running it up her body until it was wrapped loosely around her throat.

  Our eyes were still locked together via the mirror while I lifted her chin slightly and licked and sucked at her exposed neck. Her hands came up to her tits and she grabbed ahold of them over the material and played with them.

  Melanie’s breath continued to grow shallower and quicker as I ran my other hand down under her ass and curled my fingers and start playing with her pussy, rubbing it over her panties, causing them to soak through almost immediately.

  She tilted her head up and back, kissing my lips as I slid her g-string to the side, giving me access to her pussy proper. I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and started banging her with them. One of her hands dropped to my crotch and began rubbing my cock through my pants.

  I stuck my tongue deeper into her mouth and explored more aggressively, matching the intensity of my fingers, which were now slamming in and out of her pussy with more vigor. Melanie turned it up a notch on her end too, unzipping my fly and sticking her hand into my pants to get a better grip on my cock.

  Our lips were still locked together as I added another finger to the fray, making it three inside of her pussy. She countered by pulling my cock out of my pants and starting to jerk me off.

  Suddenly I pulled my head back, breaking off our kiss. I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. She sucked on them greedily, licking her juices from my fingers, cleaning them off one by one while she looked at my reflection in the mirror.

  When she was done, I ran my free hand back down towards her ass and gave it an upwards slap. She yelped in surprise and pleasure. I did it again. She made the same noise and starting jerking me off more aggressively while she groped at her tits with her other hand, slapping and smacking them and pinching her nipple. She was obviously enjoying herself. As was I. And things were about to get even better.