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  ONE HELL OF A FILTHY SLUT

  DIRK ROCKWELL

  Sometimes you just need to fuck the shit out of someone. Like after a particularly tough week at work. Or when you get dumped by your girlfriend. Or screwed over by your cable company. Or after one of the million other random, aggravating things that happen on a daily basis in this fucked up world of ours happens to you. Or maybe for no particular reason at all except that what’s you feel like.

  No matter what your motivation is, the best way to protect yourself from unwanted trouble on those occasions is to pay someone money to take a pounding. Nothing gives you the freedom to do what you want like cold, hard cash.

  Now, there are thousands upon thousands of places in our inter-connected world where you can find the type of woman you’re looking for. And many of those places you don’t even have to give them money to take what you’re giving. But, like most things in life, you get what you pay for. Which is why hiring a professional escort is by far the best option.

  The beauty of this approach is that you always end up with exactly what you want, as long as you’re willing to pay up, of course.

  Do you have a hankering for a 5-foot tall, 100 pound, 20-year old blonde spinner with a tiny ass and small tits? Or maybe a 6-foot, 170 pound Amazonian MILF with gigantic tits and a huge rear end? Or something else entirely? Either way, you’re in luck. Whatever style of woman you want is just a phone call away.

  And not only that but whatever style of fucking you’re in the mood for is well within your grasp also. Do you feel like smacking around a cute, submissive little sweetheart? Or perhaps you’re in the mood to get dominated by a bad-ass chick with half of her head shaved and tattoos covering her body? Or maybe a nice romantic evening with a stunning model that includes dinner and drinks and a passionate night of lovemaking afterwards? No matter what, you can get exactly what you desire, as long as you’re willing to pay for it. That’s the beauty of the free market.

  Thanks to escorts, I’ve done pretty much everything imaginable with all types of women over the years, and it has never gotten old. Variety is the spice of life, and with hundreds of thousands of combinations right at my fingertips, I never want for diversity.

  But on this night, my mood is running a bit on the extreme side. Lately my frustrations have been plenty, and I’m in desperate need to take them out on someone. So I place a phone call to an old standby, a young woman I’ve been with a couple times before, and have never once had anything but a glorious night with. Her name is Bonnie, and she is the ultimate slut.

  #

  I rented a nice one-bedroom suite for the night, because everyone knows that hotel room sex is better than any other kind of sex, although to be honest, I’m not exactly sure why. Regardless, I was sitting on the couch, enjoying the fourth beer of a six-pack, when there was a knock on the door.

  Smiling in excitement, I rose to answer it, not even bothering to check the peephole. I knew who it was. And as I opened the door, there stood Bonnie, in all her glory.

  The funny thing about Bonnie was, if you saw her out in public, you’d have no clue how depraved she truly was. Let alone how much pure sluttiness she could exude when she wanted to.

  As she stood at the door dressed in a loose sweatshirt, a pair of baggy jeans and sandals with just a hint of makeup on and her hair done in a simple ponytail, she appeared to be nothing more than a fairly normal, reasonably attractive woman in her early twenties. If you looked closely you might notice the incredibly tight body beneath the clothes or the bone structure of her face or the amazing depth of her green eyes, but unless you saw her done up and ready for action, you wouldn’t believe how incredibly slutty she could be.

  But I did. And I couldn’t wait to see the transformation. So I held the door wide and let her in.

  “So what’s on the table for tonight?” Bonnie asked after I’d closed and locked the door behind us.

  “Oh, it’s gonna be a rough one,” I replied, still smiling.

  “Well, duh, I knew that,” she said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. What I meant was, how rough?”

  “That depends on how much you can handle,” I said.

  Bonnie scoffed and gave me that look of disdain that I’d come to know and love. “Come on, Nick. You I can handle anything you can dish out.” There was no emotion in her voice, it was just a flat statement.

  “Normally you can,” I said. “But tonight I’m going to take things further than I ever have before.”

  “Good,” she said. “Then maybe you can actually get me to where I want to be for once.”

  “I never have before?” I asked. Not that this was news to me. I knew Bonnie was far more depraved than I had the capacity for, but I wanted to hear how she’d reply.

  “You’ve been close,” Bonnie said. “But so far I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t left me wanting for more.”

  “Not even me?”

  “Don’t get me wrong,” she said, offering me a pale smile that betrayed the fact that she was just humoring me. “I always leave satisfied after a night with you, but I certainly haven’t ever got the point where I wasn’t hoping that you’d take things further than you did.”

  I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I’d done some pretty fucked-up things to her previously, and if those hadn’t even approached her limits, that was amazing. I knew she was edgy, but I didn’t realize how much she could actually take.

  “Damn, girl,” I said. “You must have some serious issues inside that head of yours.”

  She just smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m one fucked up little slut. In more ways than one.”

  “Damn right you are. And it’s a good thing too, otherwise I wouldn’t have anyone that I could take my aggressions out on.”

  “I hear you there,” Bonnie said. “So how about if I go get cleaned up and a slip into something a little more interesting?”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I said. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

  I stared at her amazing ass working beneath her jeans as she walked away from me and into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Then I went to the kitchen back to the couch and opened up another beer. I had done this sort of thing so many times that I didn’t have to have a buzz going to be comfortable, but it certainly didn’t hurt.

  #

  When Bonnie came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, she was completely transformed. Where before she was a relatively normal young woman, now she was the ultimate slut. Her hair was up in a simple but incredibly sexy fashion and her makeup was expertly done, from the black mascara surrounding her eyes to the bright red lipstick. Gone were the regular clothes, replaced by a revealing blouse that left very little to the imagination, a form-fitting skirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her long, shapely legs and a pair of 3-inch high, fuck-me heels.

  But it was more than just her looks that had changed. Her entire demeanor, from the knowing smirk to the evil glint in her eyes to the way she held herself just screamed slut. It was breathtaking. My cock immediately started to rise.

  “So what do you think?” Bonnie asked.

  “Wow,” I replied. “Just wow.”

  “It take it you’re happy?”

  “As always,” I said. “You’re amazing.”

  “Yes,” she said, shooting me a playful glance. “Yes I am.”

  I laughed under my breath for a moment before gathering myself. Playtime was over. I was ready to get busy.

  “I know that look,” Bonnie said.

  “I’m sure you do,” I said, walking towards her until I was standing right in front of her, less than a foot away.

  “Go right ahead,” Bonnie said. “Do your worst.”

  “Don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.” And with that, I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.

  Bonnie moaned in excitement. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure. It was obvious
she truly got off on being treated like this. It was no act.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I said.

  “I fucking love it,” she replied.

  I pulled her blouse off, exposing her round, perky tits. I fondled one of them and pinched her nipple and she let out a sharp gasp. Then I gave it a hearty slap.

  Bonnie yelped and shivered in ecstasy.

  She obviously enjoyed it, so did it again, harder this time.

  Bonnie let out a louder moan and her breath rate increased. Her tit was bright red but she was still enjoying herself as much as ever. So I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. Then I moved over to the other tit and gave it the same treatment.

  By now my cock was pushing painfully against my pants. I was getting just as much out of this as Bonnie was. But it was time to change things up.

  Still gripping Bonnie’s hair in my hand, I pulled up on it and her head snapped forward. She was taking deep breaths and a thin layers of sweat had broken out on her face but she was still smiling and her eyes were practically glowing with pleasure.

  “How are you enjoying yourself so far?” I asked.

  “You’re off to a good start,” Bonnie replied, as feisty as ever. “But we’ll see where you go from here.”

  “Indeed we will,” I said.

  I started walking, roughly dragging Bonnie along by the hair. She stumbled along behind me until we arrived at the far wall, then I spun her around and pushed her back up against it. She was standing directly in front of me when I released her hair and immediately grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, not very tightly at all.

  Bonnie’s smile didn’t fade one bit. If anything it grew in size. Time to try and wipe it off her face.

  With my hand still around her throat, I slapped her in the cheek with an open palm. The sound echoed off the walls and filled the room.

  Little red blossoms flared up on Bonnie’s cheek. But she still smiled.

  So I slapped her again. I squeezed her throat a little harder, then slapped her one more time.

  The color started to drain from Bonnie’s face as the air and blood flow became more and more restricted. Her smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating pleasure.

  “Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.

  Bonnie nodded her head vigorously.

  Grinning, I slapped her again. Then again. And a couple more times after that. I was squeezing tighter now, almost totally cutting of the air flow to her brain.

  Her lips were quivering slightly and her eyes started to flutter. A few seconds later her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes and her lips began to take on a slightly blue tint.

  But it wasn’t until her head lolled slightly to the right that I let go of her throat.

  The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.

  “That was incredible,” she said.

  “You’re one nasty little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, shaking my head in wonderment.

  “You’re damn right I am,” Bonnie said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and threatening to poke a hole in my pants.

  As good as it felt to have her touching my cock, I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “I’ll take care of myself in a little while. But for now I’m going to mess with you a little while longer.”

  “If you insist,” she said.

  Without saying anything further, I pulled off my belt and gripped it in my right hand. As Bonnie smiled knowingly at me, I spun her around so she was facing the wall, then grabbed one of her arms and yanked it behind her back. I did the same to her other arm, crossing her wrists over one another.

  Holding her arms together with my left hand, I wrapped my belt around her wrists until they were bound tight, then tied it off using the buckle, handcuffing her arms behind her back.

  Now that Bonnie’s arms were incapacitated, I reached down around and pulled her skirt down until the waist was around her thighs. Now that her ass was freed up, I stopped pulling the skirt down, trapping her legs too, basically leaving her helpless.

  “This is a nice little twist,” Bonnie said. “I didn’t know you had this level of imagination.”

  “There’s quite a bit about me that you don’t know,” I said.

  “Apparently there is,” she replied.

  I loved how she kept up the banter, even with all that was going on. It made things more comfortable and therefore more fun. It was just one of the many reasons why I called her when I was in the mood for this sort of thing.

  Once our little conversation was over, I pressed my hips up against her, my cock—which was still trapped in my pants—pushing against her amazingly tight ass.

  I ran my hand around her hips and rubbed my fingers against her pussy for a few seconds before slipping them inside her snatch. She was soaking wet down there and they slid in without a hint of resistance.

  “You really like getting smacked around like that, don’t you?” I said. “You’re wet as hell.”

  “I told you before I fucking love it,” Bonnie said.

  “You certainly do,” I said, hammering my fingers up into her with as much force as I could muster to help slam the point home.

  Bonnie let out a little yelp.

  “Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I?” I asked.

  “A little bit,” she admitted.

  “Apparently I’m not quite as predictable as you’d thought.”

  “Apparently not.”

  My cock was harder than ever, but unfortunately still in my pants. I was tempted to yank it out but I know I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from sticking it in her. And once that happened I’d be that much closer to cumming, which I was trying to hold out on for as long as possible.

  To help take my mind off my cock, I slid a third finger inside Bonnie’s pussy. She tried to bite down on her gasp of pleasure but wasn’t quick enough. It was good to know that she was still enjoying herself.

  Moving my hand quickly in and out of Bonnie’s pussy, I finger-fucked her with more than a hint of aggression while she moaned and squirmed beneath me.

  Every sound Bonnie made inspired me to bang her with more force, which meant pretty soon I was hammering my fingers inside her with everything I had. And then, once she started to get comfortable with three of fingers inside her, I forced my pinky in there too, making it four fingers total.

  Bonnie reacted to this with a low, guttural moan and a series of high-pitched yelps.

  “Shut your mouth,” I said, mostly just to see if I could catch her off guard. “I don’t want to hear you make a sound.”

  When she continued moaning, I covered her mouth with my free hand while continuing to slam all four of my fingers into her pussy.

  A short time later, I switched it up again, this time releasing her mouth and gripping her around the throat. Feeling power at Bonnie’s helplessness, I squeezed tighter, choking her while still banging away with fingers just as intensely as before.

  Unable get any air into her lungs, Bonnie quickly started to fade. Her face was losing color and her legs were starting to weaken. But despite her body reacting to the lack of oxygen, her pussy was wetter than ever.

  I released her throat a few seconds later. Her chest heaved as her body once again drew air. Her face regained its color and her eyes reopened, wider and filled with more excitement than ever.

  Bonnie’s brush with unconsciousness appeared to have heightened her sensitivity, as an orgasm washed over her almost immediately. And then, right after it passed, she tried desperately to squirm out of my grip, shifting her lower body in an attempt to pull away my fingers out of her pussy.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I said, shifting my body along with hers. It was easy controlling her due to the constraints on her legs and arms. “There’s no trying to get away from me.”

  But she didn’t stop, twisting her body
some more in an attempt to escape.

  “Come on,” I said, laughing at her hopeless plight. “I thought you said you could handle anything.”

  Bonnie didn’t answer but she continued trying to force my fingers out of her pussy. But all she managed to do was turn herself around, putting her ass against the wall, which didn’t help her at all. In fact, it made things worse for her, as it gave me even more leverage to work with. I easily kept my fingers planted firmly inside her pussy, and even managed to continue banging her as she tried to squirm free.

  Bonnie dropped her butt down onto the carpet, but I was prepared for that maneuver too, and dropped down right alongside her.

  “I told you to stop trying to get away,” I said. “Now I’m going to make you pay for not listening to me.” I then started finger-fucking her even more aggressively to punish her for trying to escape.

  Tears were pouring down Bonnie’s face but her eyes painted a different picture. They were wide open and filled with ecstasy.

  “Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!” Although the words said one thing, her tone said another. It was filled with pleasure, not pain.

  “I thought you said you could handle whatever I could dish out,” I said, still not quitting even though my forearm was starting to burn.

  “Not this,” Bonnie said, practically hyperventilating now. I was amazed she could still form words. “Not this. It feels . . . too . . . too good.”

  “Too good? You want me to stop because it feels too good?”

  “Yes!” she cried, her body shimmying as another orgasm ran through her system.

  “You know how crazy that sounds, right?” I asked, still hammering away at her pussy with my fingers.

  “Yes!” she screamed. “But it has to stop. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!”

  I considered her offer for a moment, but ultimately said, “Nah. Sorry. I’m enjoying myself too much right now.”

  Bonnie’s eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a low guttural moan.