Erotic Filthiness - 8 Dirty Stories Page 6

  “Harder,” Tori said, catching his eyes. “Fuck me harder.”

  So he did, grabbing ahold of her shoulders and yanking back on them as he came forward, allowing him even deeper access to her asshole. In addition, Rick sped things up, sliding his cock in and out of her asshole with ever-increasing rapidity, so quickly that he could barely keep any rhythm going. Tori started grunting upon contact and her breathing rate increased dramatically as he continued hammering away at her with reckless abandon.

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

  “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 his breath, marveling at her intensity, Rick climbed to his feet and pushed her shoulders down so they were lying on the floor. This would allow him maximum leverage over her and allow him to give her what she wanted. An ass-fucking like no other.

  Rick pummeled her asshole with everything he had, pounding away at her so hard that her body was moving forward with every thrust. His hips were moving like a jackhammer, her ass rippling every time he 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 put him over the edge. Despite wanting to continue fucking her ass all night long, his body was telling him it was done.

  “Goddammit,” he said, partly out of frustration at cumming already and partly out to warn Tori, to make sure she still wanted him 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. Rick muttered, “Shit, shit, shit,” under his breath and released his seed into Tori’s asshole, continuing to pound away at her until every last bit of sperm had exited his body.

  Once he’d stopped, Tori pulled forward. His cock slipped out of her ass, drooping a little bit but still pretty hard. She spun around and took his cock in her mouth, sucking it clean of her ass juices before letting it slide out from between her lips.

  “Well, what did you think?” she asked, looking up at him with a smile.

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

  “Why thank you,” Tori replied. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

  “Thanks,” Rick said. “I’m just sorry I couldn’t fuck your ass longer without cumming.”

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

  “Still, that’s no excuse,” he said. “Hopefully you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you.”

  “I could probably do that. Tomorrow night? Same time, same place?”

  “It would be my pleasure.”

  “But tomorrow it’s going to get a little freakier. I want to see if you can take as much as you dish out.”

  “Sounds fair enough to me,” Rick said.

  “I’m looking forward to it already,” Tori said.

  “Me too,” Rick replied. “Me too.”

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  TWO FILTHY SLUTS

  ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME FIVE

  RICKIE SHEEN

  By now, anyone who’s reading this probably understands that I love escorts. I love everything about them; the casual, meaningless sex, the ability to get as nasty as you want without having to deal with the consequences, the opportunity to try things that you never otherwise would have the chance to, among other things. A few of you understand where I’m coming from, but still I find that most people I confide in are constantly pressuring me to change my ways, to date women traditionally, to not pay directly for my sex. I just don’t get it. Do they not understand that they are paying for sex by taking a girl to the movies, or out to dinner, or to a show, or to a club? It may be indirectly instead of directly, but they are still paying. After all, those things cost money, right? As do the presents, the jewelry, the alcohol, and so forth. And what are all those things ultimately used for? To get the girl in the sack, right? Right. All I do is cut out the middleman. Why spend all that time trying to get laid when you can guarantee yourself the opportunity for half the cost and none of the hassle? Not to mention the other benefits that arise when you’re paying someone to fuck you. Take, for example, every man’s fantasy. Two hot girls at one time. You know you want to do it, you’ve always wanted to, even if it’s just one time. By a show of hands, how many of you have actually lived out this fantasy? Hello? Anyone out there? No? That’s what I thought. Those of you stuck in the traditional, old-school ways of doing things have never had the opportunity. And you most likely never will. Because regular girls don’t go for that kind of thing. Either they want you to themselves or they don’t want you around. It’s rare that you will come across a pair of gorgeous women that will be willing to share their attention. It just causes too many problems down the road. But not me. I’ve indulged in that particular fantasy more times than I can count. Because when you deal with escorts, you get exactly what you want. And what I want tonight is two beautiful women to spend some time with. So that’s what I got. Want to hear about it? I thought you might. So here we go.

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  I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room outside of San Francisco, drinking a Jack and Coke and catching up on baseball games on the television when there’s a knock at my door. I amble over and look out the peephole. I always like to check out what I’m getting before letting them in the room, just to build anticipation. So I look out and see two women, just as I ordered. One has long brown hair. She’s standing up. The other has long blonde hair. She’s kneeling on all fours.

  Usually I like take a nice, long, look before letting them in the room. But not tonight. I’ve seen enough. I scramble to open the door and beckon them to come inside, lest someone walk by and see them in the hall like that.

  Once the door opens I see that Brownie is holding a leash that’s connected to choker collar on Blondie’s neck. Like a dog. Brownie walks in the room first. She gives a tug on the leash and Blondie follows, crawling on her hands and knees, her back arched and ass sticking up in the air. I quickly shut the door behind them.

  I could already feel a stirring in my pants; I’d just ordered two women, nothing more specific than that. But I like what they’ve sent me. A lot. I had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting night.

  Both women are incredibly hot but in vastly different ways.

  Brownie is slutty but elegant, the sharp lines of her face framed by her long hair and accentuated by her pouty lips and a heavy dose of black mascara around her eyes. She’s dressed in all black, from blouse to skirt to stockings to heels. Her body is thin and rock hard, toned but not muscular, from her arms to her washboard stomach to her firm legs and ass. She stands almost as tall as me in her 4-inch heels and holds herself like the world begs at her feet. Which is undoubtedly does.

  Blondie is her exact opposite. Cute and young with an innocent smile and big, blue eyes, she’s wearing a white button-down blouse and an ultra-short, red and black plaid skirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. She’s thin but her body is softer, not as sharply-lined but still very shapely.

  Brownie bends down and unclips the leash. “Go over to the bed and start playing with yourself,” she says to Blondie.

  Blondie turns and heads towards the bed, still on her hands and knees. Her ass is sticking up in the air and her short skirt gives me a full view of her round, perfect ass, which is obscured only by the black dental floss g-string.

  Brownie takes my hand and leads me to the couch while Blondie climbs up onto the bed. Brownie sits me down, heads over to the table, pours us both a glass of wine, then comes over and sits next to me. She hands me one of the glasses.

 
I turn my eyes to the bed, where Blondie has started going to work on herself. She is sitting up, facing us, her legs curled beneath her, one hand rubbing her pretty little shaved pussy while she fondles her exposed breast with the other. Her head is arched back and her eyes are closed. She’s lost in herself.

  Brownie is watching Blondie but her hand is on top of my crotch, gently rubbing my cock beneath the robe.

  “Faster,” Brownie says.

  Blondie obliges, rubbing her pussy with increased intensity.

  “Now finger yourself,” Brownie says as her thumb caresses the tip of my cock.

  Blondie sticks two fingers in her pussy. She lets out a little moan as they slide in.

  “Faster,” Brownie says.

  Blondie’s fingers start moving more rapidly. In and out, in and out, in and out. Her moans become louder, more intense.

  “Another one,” Brownie says.

  Blondie sticks another finger inside herself. She gasps as her fingers fill up her pussy.

  “Now fuck yourself some more,” Brownie says.

  Blondie’s fingers work her way in and out of her pussy, from her fingertips to her knuckles, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Slapping sounds carry across the room she’s so wet. Her groans increase with the intensity of her movements.

  “Harder,” Brownie says. She’s still watching Blondie intently but now her hand has slipped under my bathrobe and wrapped itself around my cock.

  Blondie does as she’s told, yelping now with every thrust.

  “Now taste yourself,” Brownie says.

  Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and slides them into her mouth, engulfing them.

  “That’s so fucking hot,” Brownie says. She drains the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the table, then slips off the couch and onto her knees. Facing me, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing large, beautiful tits. She spreads my legs apart then slides in between them, her head right at my crotch, her mouth mere inches from my dick. She unties the belt holding my bathrobe closed and pulls it off. Then she opens the bathrobe, revealing my rock-hard cock.

  Brownie grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. Over her shoulder, she says to Blondie, “Keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.”

  Blondie does as she is told without a word, her hand diving back into her pussy with reckless abandon.

  Brownie leans forward and takes the tip of my cock in her mouth while she strokes my shaft. I lean back and enjoy the view, flickering my eyes from one girl to the other, one stroking and sucking my cock, the other writhing on the bed, fucking herself with her fingers. Life is good.

  And it gets even better as Brownie takes my cock deeper in her mouth. Moving up and down with her lips while her hand still works my shaft. And then my cock disappears as she deep-throats me with ease. She holds it there, my cock being constricted in her tight throat, tongue flicking out and licking my balls as she continues to hold it, hold it, hold it, then gags and slides it back out.

  Brownie gets up a little higher on her knees and lets an ocean’s worth of saliva slide out of her mouth and onto my cock as she jerks me off. The saliva coats my cock, makes it glisten as she continues moving her hand up and down my shaft. She dives back in with her mouth, taking the tip of my cock between her lips and sucking it off. She pops it out a few seconds later and sticks out her tongue and slaps it with my cock.

  “You taste so fucking good,” Brownie says as she goes back to work on my cock.

  On the bed, Blondie now has both tits hanging out of her shirt. They are glorious specimens, perfectly proportioned, especially perky. They bounce naturally as she continues to fuck herself, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving quickly in and out, in and out, stretching out her snatch, her moans growing more intense, her entire body moving in time with her thrusts. She sees me watching and smiles and pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. With her other hand she slaps at her pussy, once, twice, three times, her body convulsing slightly with every slap.

  Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth and turns her head towards Blondie. “Stop playing with yourself and get over here.”

  Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and climbs off the bed.

  “Get on your knees,” Brownie says.

  Blondie does as she’s ordered.

  “Now crawl,” Brownie says.

  Blondie begins to crawl over towards us. Her back is arched and her ass is sticking up in the air. Brownie sees me watching Blondie.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Brownie asks.

  “Yeah,” I managed to say through a parched throat.

  Brownie laughs and continues to jerk me off as Blondie arrives.

  Now I have two gorgeous, scantily-clad sluts between my legs. I think it can’t get any better than this. And then it does. Blondie and Brownie start kissing inches away from my cock, which by now feels like it’s going to burst out of its seams.

  They make out for a few seconds, getting into it, tongues deep in each others throat, grabbing each others tits, and then Blondie is moving down Brownie’s body, kissing her neck, then sucking on one of her nipples. Brownie grabs Blondie’s fingers—the ones she had in her pussy a minute ago—and sticks them in her mouth, sucking the juices clean. With her free hand she grabs my cock and starts stroking it. Then she moves on from her friend and again sticks my cock with her mouth.

  Communicating via some primal methodology beyond speech, Blondie detaches from Brownie’s tits and slides in closer to me, running her finger up my leg as she moves. She cups her hand around my balls and fondles them as Brownie continues sucking my cock.

  Then Blondie arches her back further and takes one of my balls in her mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then with more force, rattling it around in her mouth, popping it in and out, then switching balls and giving it the same treatment. Brownie slides up onto the couch so she’s sitting next to me, giving them each more room to work. She digs down deeper on my cock, moving quickly up and down, her lips creating a tight seal, as Blondie works both of my balls into her mouth. The pressure is growing as each girl works her own brand of magic. I try to relax but the sensations are too powerful, too wonderful.

  I look down and see nothing but the back of Brownie’s head. She has completely engulfed my cock. I look at the mirror across the room and can see the back of Blondie’s head in the reflection. She’s completely engulfed my balls. I imagine their lips are touching in the middle.

  “Oh. My. God.” I say. I take a deep breath, let it out as slowly as I can.

  Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth, spits on it, jerks it some more. Blondie is still going to town on my balls.

  I feel guilty, like I should be returning the favor, so I reach over and start rubbing the Brownie’s pussy through her panties. She immediately starts soaking through them. She bites on her bottom lip, starts to moan, then leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat while still stroking my cock. I slide my fingers inside her panties and start working on her pussy proper, rubbing up and down on her swollen lips. She breathes harder and starts moving against my fingers. She’s soaking wet. She leans back a bit, changing the angle, allowing my fingers to easily slide into her pussy. I hold them there, rigid, while she gently bounces up and down on them, harder and harder, her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, her breath growing more ragged, until finally she stops and lets out a shuddering breath. She slips off of my fingers, grabs them, and sticks them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them one by one.

  When she’s finished tasting herself she grabs a handful of Blondie’s hair and pulls her head up.

  “Sit on his cock,” Brownie says.

  Blondie giggles and looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes are huge as she wraps her hand around the bottom of my shaft and wiggles her way up. She straddles me and strokes my cock while her pussy hovers directly above it. Still firmly grasping my shaft, she sticks the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and rubs them against each other for a mom
ent before finally sliding my dick into her. She starts to bounce on my dick, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, her shaved pussy tight but soaking wet, her tits jiggling. She leans into me and sticks her titties in my face. I grab them, start working the nipples, then stick one of them in my mouth and start to suck. She moans in pleasure and starts riding me even harder, her hands grasping the back of the couch to add leverage.

  Brownie stands up on the couch and pushes my head deeper into the cushions, then tilts it back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then she throws one legs over me and straddles me and sits on my face, all but smothering me. She grinds against my face, allowing me just enough air to breath, her juicy wetness drenching me. I stick me tongue out and she rides it with her pussy, moaning the whole time, grinding harder and harder against me while Blondie rides my cock like a Bronco, bouncing on it faster and faster. Blondie’s high-pitched yelps as she slams against me combined with Brownie’s deeper, more guttural growls of pleasure create a cacophony of pleasure that excites me even further, pushing me closer to climax, which at this point is mere seconds away.

  Brownie seems to sense how close I am, as she slides off my face. “Not yet you don’t,” she says as she climbs off the couch. “You don’t get to cum until after you fuck me.”

  Brownie grabs Blondie by the hair and pulls her off my cock.

  “My turn,” Brownie says. She throws Blondie aside and climbs astride me, impaling herself on my cock.

  Brownie’s pussy is glorious; not as tight as Blondie’s but even more wet. She works my cock slowly, moving up and down with well-practiced assurance. She sits atop me like a conquering hero, staring down at me, her face serious, all business, her brown hair spilling over her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. With her hands on my chest for leverage, she grinds on my cock, owning me, using me for her own pleasure. Which is perfectly fine by me.

  “Grab my tits,” she says.

  I obey, one hand on each. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful, firm and perky.