Erotic Snack - 8 Filthy Stories Page 7

I pull my thumb from her asshole and grab both of her ass cheeks, one in each hand. I spread her cheeks apart, making her asshole gape.

  She turns her head so she’s looking right at me. Then she sticks her middle and index fingers back in her mouth, lubes them up a bit, then slides them into her gaping asshole, moaning in pleasure as they enter.

  “Come on, baby,” she says while continuing to work her asshole wider with her fingers. “Enough playing around. Give me what I need.”

  “And what is that?” I ask, knowing full well what it is but just wanting to hear her say it out loud.

  “I need your cock in my asshole,” she says.

  “Beg for it,” I say, staring at her.

  “Please give it to me,” she begs, her eyes wide pools of need. “I want it so bad.” She pulls her fingers from her ass and licks them clean. “Please, please, please stick your cock in my ass.”

  How can I resist such a request? A little smile passes over my face and I pull my cock from her pussy. I spit on her asshole and use the tip of my cock it to spread the spit around. Then I slide the tip of my cock into her asshole and lean back to let her work it deeper.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” she says as she slowly starts working her ass back and forth, my cock slipping deeper into her ass with every thrust. “That feels so fucking good.”

  Pretty soon her asshole is loosened up enough that my entire cock is disappearing inside it. It’s a tight fit but not too tight, and my cock glides inside her smoothly, the effects of whatever lube she used before arriving.

  She is facing forward again, her short hair more disheveled than ever. Her back is arches slightly and I can see the sharp lines of her collarbones as she works her body back into mine. For some unknown reason this turns me on to no end, so much so that I have to turn my attention back to the mirror to avoid from finishing. It’s strange, being able to see the front of her as I’m fucking her from behind. Her back is arched, showing off the hard nipples of her perfect little tits. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open. She’s breathing heavily but not making much noise.

  She opens her eyes and sees that I’m watching her and smiles. The look on her face says that she thinks she’s in the driver’s seat again, giving it to me exactly how she wants to, at her pace. Enough of that shit.

  I grab a handful of her hair and lean back, yanking her head back towards me. Her eyes widen in surprise and she lets out a little yelp. I pull back some more and arch her back even further adjusting the angle of her body and allowing me deeper access to her asshole.

  I pound her ass, slamming my cock deeper inside her with every thrust, our bodies in perfect synch, her tiny ass bouncing against me, low grunts of pleasure escaping from her mouth.

  Her asshole is tight but not too tight. It grabs lovingly on my cock as I fuck her, providing just enough pressure to keep things pleasurable without being restrictive.

  “Give it to me,” she says, her voice low, demanding. “Fuck my ass like you mean it. Punish me. Make me your bitch.”

  I let go of her hair but keep my hands on the back of her head and push down until her head is lying on the floor. Then I climb up from my knees and adjust my legs so they are on either side of her body, giving me even more leverage over here, allowing me to pound her ass like never before. My balls slap her pussy as I slam my cock balls deep into her gaping ass.

  Her ass quivers with every thrust, her whole body absorbing the blows. She’s grunting in time with the thrusts and the sheer rawness of her voice is pushing me towards the edge.

  “Right there,” she says, her voice a guttural growl. “Keep fucking me. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass!”

  And so I do, slamming my cock into her with everything I’ve got. Her breath starts coming faster, her moans growing more intense. She’s lost in her own world, swimming in whatever considerable pleasure she gets from getting aggressively fucked in the ass. But that’s fine with me. This is exactly what I needed tonight, to hammer on a tight, tiny little perfect ass, to revel in the unique physical pleasure of ass-fucking a nasty little anal whore into oblivion without having to worry about anything else.

  I’m very close to the point of no return now. My thrusts become even more frenzied as I climb towards the edge of orgasm. And then I’m just seconds away.

  I pull my cock out of her ass and scramble up closer to her head. I grab a handful of her hair and lift and spin her around until she’s on her knees and facing me. I stick my rock hard cock in her open mouth. She attacks my cock, sucking her ass juices off it, taking it all the way down her throat and gagging on it before popping it back out. She spits on my cock, jerks it off for a couple seconds while looking up at me, then goes back to sucking it, her hand working the shaft while her mouth works the tip.

  My body tenses up and my hips thrust forward. An unintelligible sound escapes from my mouth and then I feel the jolt of electricity flowing up from my balls and towards the tip of my cock.

  She sucks me off until the last possible moment, then pulls her lips from my cock just as I start to cum. She continues to jerk me off as I cum in spasms, the milky white liquid streaming from my cock in short bursts, splashing the mirror, covering her reflection.

  She continues stroking my cock until I’m completely dry, then in classic escort fashion, climbs up, picks up her panties and dress from the floor, slips into them, grabs the money I’ve left sitting on the table, waves goodbye, and walks out the door.

  Laughing, I head to the bathroom to grab a towel and clean up the mess I’ve left on the mirror. I’ve got no hard feelings. None whatsoever.

  I know better than anyone that you get what you pay for. And that’s what I got. Hot, dirty, nasty anal sex with a whore who liked it in the ass. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like I wanted.

  Until next time . . .

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  THE COUGAR IN 26B

  JT HOLLAND

  It was a Friday evening and Dan Evans was relaxing on the couch, watching ESPN, when his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. Normally he let calls from people he didn’t know go to voicemail, but something told him to answer this one. So he did.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi,” a vaguely familiar female voice said. “Is this Dan?”

  “Yeah,” he said carefully, not sure what this was all about.

  “Hi Dan, this is Gina, over on the other side of the building? I don’t know if you remember me.”

  “Of course I do,” he said. How could he forget? They’d only met once but Gina was the kind of girl that left an indelible impression. She was older than him by at least ten years but was still sexy as hell, with a firm body and enormous breasts, plus an exotic face that had aged quite nicely. He’d seen her around from time to time, usually in the gym or tanning by the pool. She never had any problem showing off her body and he never had a problem looking. Staring, usually. But he’d only talked to her on that one occasion, the first time they’d met. Other than that he’d kept his distance, figuring she was so far out of his league that it wasn’t even worth trying to get to know her better. But maybe he’d been mistaken.

  “I hate to bother you,” Gina said, “But I’m having a little bit of trouble with my wireless connection and I heard through the grapevine that you know a thing or two about computers.”

  “That I do,” Dan said, a little deflated. He’d been hoping (even though it was completely irrational) that she’d wanted something more from him.

  “Would you mind coming over and helping me out with it?”

  Normally he didn’t do work for people in the building because it set a dangerous precedent, but for Gina he would gladly make an exception. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be in her presence, let alone inside her apartment, even if she was just using him for his expertise.

  “It would be my pleasure,” Dan said. “When did you have in mind?”

  “W
ell, if you aren’t busy now . . .”

  “Not at all,” he said. “I’ll be over there in a minute or two.”

  “That would be wonderful,” Gina replied. “You know where I am, right?”

  “Not exactly,” he lied, trying to play it cool. “Which number are you again?”

  “26B.”

  “I’ll see you in a few.”

  “I’m looking forward to it,” she said before hanging up the phone.

  Dan changed into some clean clothes and gathered up a few of his things before heading over to the other side of the building.

  As he walked he tried to keep his expectations down. Even though he thought he’d heard a note of anticipation in her voice right there at the end he figured it was just wishful thinking. What could a woman like Gina—and she was all woman, that was for sure—possibly want from him besides a little help? Unless she’d heard something about Kong. But there wasn’t much of a chance of that. He’d never screwed around with anyone in the building and he doubted Gina would have had any contact with any of the women he’d been with in the past.

  Besides, even if she had heard stories about Kong, they usually just scared women off. Normal women, at least. Unless Gina wasn’t normal. There was always a chance of that, as remote as it may be. Maybe, just maybe—

  He cut off the thought. There was no reason to get his hopes up. Surely Gina just wanted him to fix her computer and then be on his way. If not it would be a fucking miracle. Not to mention a dream come true. Neither of which he believed in.

  Dan turned the corner and arrived at 26B. He took a deep breath and knocked. She answered it right away, as though she’d been waiting just on the other side of the door. She was dressed more casually than he’d been expecting, wearing only a loose-fitting, white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of red cotton shorts. No bra, no socks, no shoes. Her long brown hair was wet, as if she’d just gotten out of the shower and she wasn’t wearing very much makeup.

  “Sorry about my appearance,” she said by way of greeting. “I really wasn’t planning on having any company this evening.”

  “No need to apologize,” Dan said. “You look great.” He winced as he said it, realizing how lame it sounded. But it was true.

  “Awww, you’re so sweet.” Gina said, sounding genuinely pleased. “Come on in.”

  Dan accepted her invitation. She closed the door behind him.

  “Thanks for coming over so quickly,” Gina said. “I’ve got one more thing I need to do before I’m done for the day. But I lost internet access, just like that. And now I’m stuck until it’s back up.”

  “No problem at all,” he said. “Are you on a laptop?”

  “Yeah,” she said, pointing. “It’s over there.”

  Dan saw the laptop sitting on a table by the sliding door that led to the enclosed porch. He sat down at the table and took a quick look at the laptop. The problem was instantly apparent.

  “Uh-oh,” he said, sounding grave.

  “Is it bad?” Gina asked, wincing.

  “Yeah, it’s pretty bad.”

  “What’s wrong with it?”

  “Come on over here and I’ll show you,” Dan said.

  He watched Gina as she made her way over. It was impossible not to. She filled up the room, making it seem like she was the only thing in it.

  “See this button right here?” Dan said once she was standing over his shoulder. He pointed at a key on the top row of the keyboard, near the far right side.

  Gina leaned forward to get a better look. Dan could feel her breasts pressing against his back. Her face was mere inches from his and it took everything in his power to keep to turning his head to the right and planting a kiss on her.

  “I see it,” Gina said, placing her hand casually on his shoulder. “What about it?”

  “See how the light next to it is red?” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

  “Yeah.”

  “That means the wireless connection is turned off.”

  “And how do you fix it?”

  “Well, it’s pretty tough,” he said. “What you do is you put your finger on it and press down. Like this.”

  He pushed the key. The light turned green.

  “Now it’s on,” Dan said. He clicked on the Internet Explorer icon and Gina’s home page came up on the screen.

  “That’s it?” Gina said, incredulous.

  “That’s it.”

  “Fuck me,” she said, laughing softly. “Here I was all stressed out that my system crashed and it’s just one stupid fucking little key that got accidentally pressed. I feel so lame.”

  “Don’t,” Dan said. “It happens all the time.”

  “Bullshit,” Gina said. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

  “No, really, you’d be surprised at how often that key gets pushed. And how few people know what the problem is.”

  “Well, I still don’t believe you but you’re sweet for saying so,” Gina said. “Now if you don’t mind trading places with me, I’ll finish this one thing up real quick and then we can get to know each other a little better.”

  “Oh, I don’t know,” Dan said, trying to mask his excitement with fake reluctance. “I don’t want to impose . . .”

  “It’s no imposition whatsoever,” Gina said. “Really. Just grab yourself a beer and relax on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  He was about to argue further in an attempt to keep up the appearance of reluctance but Gina’s attention was already on the laptop screen and he knew that it was unnecessary.

  So instead he went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. On one of the shelves sat a case of Blue Moon, which just happened to be his favorite beer of all-time. He grabbed one for himself and one for Gina and opened them up.

  Taking a little initiative (he figured she wouldn’t mind) he grabbed an orange off the counter and found a knife in one of the drawers. He cut two slivers of orange and squeezed them into the neck of the bottles until they were sticking halfway out, then headed back to the living room.

  Gina had already finished up with her work and was sitting on the couch, waiting for him to return. He handed her one of the beers and sat down next to her, making sure there was a little bit of distance between them.

  “How considerate of you,” she said, sliding the orange slice the rest of the way into the bottle, making it disappear. “I had no idea you were such a gentleman.”

  “Neither did I,” he said, smiling.

  Gina returned the smile and held her bottle up towards his. “A toast,” she said in a melodramatic voice. “To my stupidity. Without it we still would be unfamiliar neighbors, destined to look at each other from afar and never share a beer together.”

  Laughing, Dan clanked his bottle against her then brought it to his lips and took a healthy drink. Gina did the same.

  “I have to admit, I’ve never heard someone toast their own stupidity before,” Dan said.

  “Yeah, well it seemed appropriate,” Gina replied. She shifted her body slightly and leaned over to set her beer bottle on the coffee table in front of them, giving him a straight shot down her shirt.

  Dan couldn’t help but stare. It was impossible not to. And he figured she wanted him to. Otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she did.

  His suspicions were confirmed with her next statement.

  “I have a confession to make,” she said.

  “A confession?”

  Gina nodded.

  “O-kay,” he said drawing out the word to reflect his confusion. “Go right ahead, I guess.”

  “I knew how to fix my laptop on my own,” she said.

  He took another drink from his beer to stall for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. But they didn’t want to come together. So he played dumb. But it wasn’t really an act. Not at the moment. “I don’t understand.”

  “I faked it,” Gina said. “I pretended something was wrong.”

  “Why?” he asked, still not understandi
ng.

  “Because I knew you would come over and fix if I asked you to,” she replied.

  Even though Dan knew that whatever Gina was trying to tell him was blatantly obvious, the specifics of it still weren’t coming together for him. It was as though his mind wasn’t working properly, like he couldn’t comprehend what she was saying because it was so far out of the realm of possibility.

  “Why?” he said again, knowing how ridiculous it sounded before the word was even fully out of his mouth.

  She looked at him with a crooked little grin. “Why do you think?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Because I wanted to manufacture a reason to get you in my apartment, silly. That’s why.”

  “Oh,” he said, still not quite understanding. Then he realized the purpose behind the way she was looking at him and it all came crashing down. “Ooooohhhh,” he said, finally getting it.

  “Now do you understand?”

  “I think I’m starting to get the idea,” Dan replied.

  “And what do you think of it?”

  “Your idea?”

  Gina nodded.

  “I think it’s a great one,” Dan said.

  “That’s good to hear,” Gina said, moving closer to him. They were as close as two people could get without actually touching. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this for some time now.”

  “Really?”

  “I’ve been watching you since the day you moved in,” she said.

  “Well I’ll be damned.”

  Gina leaned back just a bit, feigning disappointment. “You hadn’t noticed?”

  “Don’t get me wrong,” Dan said. “I noticed you. Many times, actually. But I never thought that you noticed me. At least, not in that way.”

  “What makes you say something like that?”

  “Well, I am quite a bit younger than you.”

  “You’re not that much younger,” Gina said. “What?” She made a pouty face. “Are you saying I’m too old for you?”

  “No, not at all,” he said quickly. “That’s not how I meant it.”

  “Then how did you mean it?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as if in anticipation of his answer. She was still pouting but it was obviously an act. Her eyes were dancing with mischief.