Naughty Babes - 4 Tales Of Smut Page 4

  “Do you like that?” I asked, smiling up at him. “Do you like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat?”

  “I fucking love it,” he said.

  “Do you want to fuck my face?” I asked.

  “Hell yeah,” he said, nodding.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” I said, opening my mouth wide.

  A little grin crept onto Johnny’s face and he took a step forward. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head towards him as he slid his cock into my waiting mouth.

  He didn’t waste any time, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth with reckless abandon, giving me his entire cock with every pump. His balls slapped up against my chin and his grip on my hair got tighter as he hammered away, grunting under his breath.

  I ran one of my hands down my stomach and started rubbing my clit. My pussy was already wet from me playing with it earlier and the enjoyment I got from blowing him, but it practically dripping now that he had taken control. Giving blowjobs may have always turned me on like crazy but getting face-fucked was even better. Especially by a man who know what he was doing, as Johnny so obviously did.

  He continued pummeling my mouth with his cock for another thirty seconds, making me gag and cough but not slowing down, aggressively slamming his cock in and out of my mouth as I stared up at him. He forced me to deepthroat him once again for a short time before pulling away.

  I could tell from the look on his face that he was pretty close to cumming already, which just wouldn’t do. So I stood up and grabbed ahold of his cock and led him to the couch to give him some time to cool down.

  Once there I gave him a push on the shoulders, dropping him to the couch.

  “How do you want me?” he asked.

  “On your back, lengthwise,” I said. “Your head up on the arm.”

  “Like this?” he asked after moving into position.

  “Exactly,” I said, coming around the side of the couch over by his head and turning around. I was standing on the floor, facing away from him, my ass directly above his face, just inches away. I had one hand on each asscheek, holding my ass open for him to gaze upon its glory.

  “You like my ass and my pussy, don’t you?” I said, taunting him just a bit.

  “I love them,” he replied.

  “Yeah? How much do you love them?”

  “More than anything in the world,” Johnny said.

  “Is that right?”

  “That’s right.”

  “So you won’t mind if I smother you with them?”

  “Not at all,” he said.

  “All right,” I said. “But no complaining later.”

  “Never,” Johnny said.

  So I dropped my pussy right onto his face, still spreading my asscheeks to allow him deep between them, and relaxed my legs, giving him almost my entire weight. Once his face was firmly between my cheeks, I released them, creating a seal around his nose and mouth, cutting off all his access to air.

  But still he worked my pussy with his tongue, moving it around in circles inside me, tickling my insides.

  “Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, grinding on his face with my pussy, forcing his tongue deeper inside me. “You’re a good little boy, letting me sit on your face like this.”

  I could feel Johnny’s energy waning due to lack of oxygen, so I lifted myself up off him for a few seconds, letting him catch his breath, then dropped right back onto his face, this time scooting forward a little bit so my asshole was right on his mouth.

  Switching up the holes didn’t seem to faze him one bit, as he started licking my asshole with the same fervor as he’d gone after my pussy. It wasn’t long before his rigid tongue was inside my anus, exploring around and bobbing in and out.

  “Goddammit!” I yelled between deep, gasping breaths as I pushed down further on his face with my ass, forcing his tongue deeper inside my asshole. “Work that asshole with your tongue, you dirty, filthy little boy.”

  And work it he did, holding his rigid tongue in place as I bounced up and down on his face. It felt so good that an orgasm was right over the horizon. I sat down on his face once again, lifting my feet off the floor this time to increase the leverage and allow his tongue even deeper access to my anus, then started working my clit with my fingers to speed up the process.

  It wasn’t long before my body was shaking and shuddering as the orgasm ripped through me, causing my pussy to squirt everywhere, most of which ended up on Johnny’s face.

  “That was fucking incredible,” I said as I lifted myself off him.

  Turning around, I bent over at the waist and kissed him, tasting my sweet tangy juices on his lips. With my face above his and our heads facing opposite directions, it was difficult to make out, but we did our best, my tits lying atop his forehead and my hair dropping down onto his chest.

  Johnny reached his hands towards my face but I wanted to maintain strict control for the time being, so I grabbed his wrists and forced them back down to his side.

  “Not yet,” I said, breaking off our kiss. Looking down at him, I said. “Soon enough you can have your way with me. But for now, I’m still in control. Understand?”

  “Yes,” he said, trying to sound reluctant but failing miserably. It was obvious he enjoyed being told what to do.

  “Good,” I said. “Now just lie there with your arms at your side.”

  Johnny did as he was told without complaint. That excited me greatly, the ability for a man to let the girl take charge without complaint was a huge bonus. Not many men could pull that off, especially not ones that looked like Johnny.

  As he laid there, arms at his side, I climbed atop him, putting my knees on the arm of the couch, one on each side of his head, straddling his face. I dropped my pussy onto his mouth and leaned forward, taking his hard cock in my hand. After slapping it against my tongue a couple of times, I took it between my lips and dropped my head down, swallowing his entire cock with ease.

  I held his cock there, deep in my throat, for five seconds before pulling off. While he continued working my pussy with his tongue, I let the saliva drip from my mouth and onto his cock, then wrapped my hand around his shaft and jerked him off.

  “Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” I asked, turning back to watch him eat my pussy. There was a grunt of assent from his mouth that was muffled by my flesh but still audible. “Do you want me to do it some more?”

  Another muffled yes and then I was dropping my head down once more, deepthroating him again, his cock tickling the back of my throat as I held it there for almost a full ten seconds this time before pulling away and climbing off his face.

  “Holy fucking shit you’re good at that,” he said as I came around the front of the couch.

  “Why thank you,” I said, grabbing his legs and pulling them down so he was sitting properly on the couch. “I’ve worked hard at it.”

  “I can tell,” he said.

  “Want to see what else I’m good at?” I asked, staring down at him with a wide smile.

  “I can’t wait,” he said, matching my smile.

  I climbed onto the couch and straddled him, my knees bents, my shins on the couch, and my ass resting just in front of his cock. I leaned in and kissed him, my tongue darting around in his mouth while he fondled my tits.

  We made out a for a little, enjoying a little bit of downtime, letting ourselves recover and catch our breath. Once that was taken care of, I reached back and grabbed ahold of Johnny’s shaft, lifted my hips up just a bit, and slid his cock into my pussy.

  Keeping my lips attached to his, I rode his cock, gently at first, moving around in slow, rhythmic circles. He let out a highly excited groan. Apparently there was something about making out while fucking that really got him going.

  I quickly took advantage of this and started moving more quickly against him, rocking my body back and forth while keeping his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

  Johnny responded by going after my tits with more
vigor, squeezing them tighter and tweaking my nipples with his fingertips.

  From there I upped the ante, breaking off the kiss and leaning back, allowing me to bounce up and down and his cock more forcefully.

  He replied by rubbing my clit with his fingers.

  It went on like this for a while, each of us trying to outdo the other. I would lean back, changing the angle of penetration and he would grab my asscheeks and spread them wide to allow his cock deeper entry inside of me. I would reach back and fondle his balls and he would grab ahold of my hair and yank. I would lean forward and put my hands on his chest to give myself more leverage, and he would rise up and take my nipple in his mouth and chew on it.

  We continued like this for a good ten minutes before I’d had enough. It was time to take control.

  Keeping his cock deep inside of me, I spun around so I was facing away from him, riding him reverse cowgirl. I grabbed his knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted my body so my feet were on the floor, giving me more leverage to work with.

  Once I was positioned correctly, I slammed down onto him, my ass bouncing against his groin, impaling myself on his cock. His hands were on my hips, holding on for dear life while I pummeled him.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I said, turning back to look at him. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”

  “I love it,” he said.

  “Yeah, I can tell. Your cock is harder than ever.”

  Looking straight ahead once again, I put my hands on his knees and bent forward, then started pummeling him even more aggressively.

  “Slap my ass,” I said.

  Johnny did as he was told.

  “Harder,” I said. “Like you mean it.”

  So he did, slapping my asscheek in time with my thrusts.

  “That’s right,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

  I pounded away at him, smashing his balls as I dropped my body onto him with full force, my breath growing quicker by the second.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed while he continued slapping my ass. It was starting to hurt a little bit but the pain was just getting me more excited. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

  He turned up the intensity even more. My screams had reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at him, but simply expressions of pure pleasure.

  I continued along this path for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as I reached orgasm. My body shuddered and shook but I didn’t slow down, still pounding away at him for a few more seconds before finally falling still.

  I wasn’t able to rest for long, however, as Johnny wrapped his arms around me and climbed up from the couch.

  “Now it’s my turn to run the show,” he said, dropping me onto the couch.

  He grabbed ahold of my legs and pushed them forward, lifting up my bottom half to give him a better angle to work with. Holding my legs in place, he slipped his rock-hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. I took it all the way inside me without any resistance.

  No longer content to take things slowly, Johnny slammed into me with everything he had, giving me his cock from tip to balls with every thrust, holding it deep inside of me for just a moment at the tail end of every thrust.

  “That’s right,” I said between deep breaths. “Fuck me like you mean it. Hammer my fucking pussy with that big cock of yours.”

  Turned on by my talking, Johnny grabbed a hold of my ankles and forced my legs back even further until I was practically folded in half, her legs pressed against the couch, one on either side of my body.

  Holding my ankles in place, Johnny pounded me with everything he had, his body hammering down on mine forcefully as his cock filled me up, his balls slapping against me.

  “Holyfuckingshit!” I cried, my eyes wide and my body tingling with pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. Pound me, baby. Pound me! Break me in fucking half!”

  I hooked my own arms around my legs, freeing Johnny’s arms up. He shifted slightly, putting one foot up onto the couch, giving himself even more leverage. With his hands gripping the back of the couch for support, he fucked me with reckless abandon, taking my words to heart, trying to break me in half.

  My screaming had intensified, as had Johnny’s grunts and groans. His face was just a few inches above mine, and he stared down at me with intense eyes while he hammered away at my pussy. I held his gaze, my eyes wide and excited, my head nodding up and down.

  “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” I said over and over. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy. I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  And cum I did, my legs shaking and my body tensing up before releasing in a massive, blood curdling orgasm.

  Once that had passed, Johnny climbed off of me, reached down, and grabbed ahold of my ankles once again. This time he pulled up on them, altering my position so my head was lying on the cushion, facing up towards the ceiling and my legs and ass were up in the air.

  Johnny climbed onto the couch too, then pushed my legs down until my knees were pressed against the cushion, one on either side of my head, folding me in half, putting me in the piledriver position. I wrapped my arms around my legs to keep them in place. Squatting, Johnny guided his cock into my pussy.

  He grabbed my knees and pulled them apart, opening me up even more, and proceeded to lay into me, dropping his body down onto me with enough force to cause me to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

  “Break my fucking pussy,” I said, speaking in low, desperate tones. “Break it in half. Punish me. Treat me like the slut that I am.”

  And he did, hammering at me with all his weight, slamming his body down onto me, forcing his cock deep inside my pussy. Reaching down, he put his hand around my neck, not choking me but squeezing just enough that I could feel it.

  “Is this how you like it?” he asked. “Is this hard enough for you?”

  Eyes wide, I nodded my head vigorously. I could see that he liked this, that he was almost at the point of cumming, and even though I didn’t want it to stop, I also wanted his cum all over me.

  “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” I screamed over and over.

  As Johnny climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, he tapped into the last reserves of his energy, pounding me harder than he had all night. I took everything he had to offer, screaming with pleasure the entire time.

  “Holy shit I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said finally.

  “Come on my face, baby,” I said. “Make a mess of my pretty little face.”

  I’d never come across a man who could turn down that specific request and Johnny wasn’t an exception. A few more pumps and then he climbed off of me and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of my head. He dropped to his knees, trapping my legs beneath him so I couldn’t go anywhere, his cock mere inches from my face. He proceeded to jerked himself off while I stared up at him, playing with myself.

  A couple seconds later he let out a low groan then shot his load all over me. White streams of milky sperm splashed against my nose, cheeks, forehead and into my open mouth.

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

  “Wow,” he said, shuddering. “That was fucking incredible.”

  “Yes it was,” I said. “It was exactly what I needed.”

  “So,” Johnny said, falling to the couch beside me. “Was this just a one time thing, or something more?”

  “If it were up to me, I’d say neither,” I said.

  He flashed me a confused look. “Then what is it?”

  “Well it’s certainly nothing more than a good fuck,” I said. “No offense, but I’m not looking for any kind of a relationship or anything like that.”

  “I hear ya,” Johnny said. “Neither am I.”

  “But it can definitely be more
than a one-time thing,” I added.

  “Yeah?” he said.

  I nodded. “But it’s not necessarily going to be anything regular either.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “And next time, I’d expect things to get quite a bit more freaky. Are you game for that?”

  “Absolutely,” Johnny said, smiling. “I’m game for anything.”

  “Good,” I said. I stood up and started putting my clothes back on. “Then maybe I’ll see you around again sometime.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  After I was dressed I leaned down and gave him a little peck on the cheek, then turned and headed back towards my place. It was off to bed after another successful evening in the life of a dirty slut.

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  WHAT EVER SHE WANTS

  DIRK ROCKWELL

  Sometimes the best hook-ups are the unexpected ones. Take, for example, Derek Martin. Derek wasn’t planning on having intense, deviant, depraved sex with a beautiful woman when the night started, and certainly not once he was one of the last people drinking in the little dive bar next to his house, but that was exactly what he got. And the pure unexpectedness of it all made it that much sweeter.

  For Derek, it was the end of a long week, piggybacking on an extended string of bad luck, starting with a bad breakup three months prior, followed by being passed over for promotion at work, combined with a car accident with an uninsured driver, and topped off with the death of Kirby, the 13-year-old beagle he’d had since he was a kid. And the string didn’t look to be ending anytime soon, as far as he could tell.

  With no light at the end of the tunnel, he decided to get drunk to ease his wounds. So on the way home from work on a Wednesday night (his Friday) he stopped at a little Irish-themed hole-in-the-wall near his house.

  When he arrived at just after 10pm there was a decent-sized crowd, a mix of men and women, all different ages, all different lifestyles. Two and half hours later, he was only one of two people left, save for the bartender.