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EROTIC & SPICY

8 KINKY TALES

Featuring stories from:

Nancy Evans

Belladonna Rose

Casey Rotten

Jessie Steele

Teri Monroe

Spencer Hall

Nikki Watson

Nolan West

Copyright 2018 by AE Publications

AE PUBLICATIONS

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

POUNDED BY A STRANGER BY NANCY EVANS

ANAL PREFERRED BY BELLADONNA ROSE

BANGED BY A COUGAR BY CASEY ROTTEN

A DIRTY PERVERTED BABE BY JESSIE STEELE

SUBMISSIVE FILTH BY TERI MONROE

NAUGHTY FIRST DATE BY SPENCER HALL

MY DIRTY NEIGHBOR LIKES IT ROUGH BY NIKKI WATSON

VEGAS FILTH FEST BY NOLAN WEST


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 POUNDED BY A STRANGER

NANCY EVANS


Sex is a funny thing. Sometimes it’s better slow and gentle, with someone you really care about and enjoy spending time outside of the bedroom with. And sometimes you just want to get slammed by a stranger.

Last night was the latter.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t technically a stranger, but I certainly don’t know him all that well. His name was Johnny and he lived in my apartment complex but I’d never actually talked to him for any length of time. I’d seen him at the gym and the pool a few times and we’ve said hi to each other but that was about it.

I do know one thing about him though; he’s hot as shit. Tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and a rocking body. And from the few times I’ve seen him in shorts, quite a nice package too.

To be honest, I’ve thought about making the moves on him before but the timing has never been right. Until last night, that is.

 

#

 

It was just after midnight when I got home from a night of dancing and drinking in downtown San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter. We had a small group of friends that got together once a month for a girls-night-out and the only rule was you weren’t allowed to go home with a guy. It was our little way of guaranteeing that we’d spend the whole night together without getting distracted. Of course, the rule almost always got broken by at least one of the girls, but tonight I’d stuck to it and came home alone.

This late the parking lot was pretty full so I was forced to park on the opposite side of the complex from my apartment. Feeling a little tipsy, I climbed out of my car, slipped my heels back on to make the walk across the pavement, and headed for one of the side entrances to the complex.

Because it was an entrance I rarely used, I was more than a little bit startled to hear someone call out to me as I approached the complex.

“Looks like you had fun tonight,” said the vaguely familiar voice.

I turned towards the sound and saw Johnny sitting on his outside patio. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his incredible body. He had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were at least ten empty bottles on the table in front of him.

“It was okay,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement building in my loins.

“Just okay?” he asked.

I walked over towards him and leaned up against the iron fence that surrounded his patio, giving him a nice view of my tits. “Yeah, you can only have so much fun when your group is made up entirely of girls.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” he said, flashing a wry smile. “I’ve had lots of fun with groups made up entirely of girls.”

I matched his smile with one of my own. “I’m sure you have.”

“Of course, they probably had more fun than I did.”

I laughed under my breath. “Not very modest, are you?”

“Not at all,” he replied. “Especially not when I’ve had this much to drink.”

“Well, lucky for you I don’t like my men modest,” I said.

“What about drunk?”

“Actually I like them that way.”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Because they’re more likely to not have any inhibitions,” I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t.

He didn’t. His smile grew wider but his gaze didn’t waver one bit. “That’s funny,” he said. “That’s the same reason I like my women drunk.”

“Then you’re in luck.”

“As are you,” he said.

“So, do you have any more beers in there?” I asked.

“No, but I have some more potent stuff.”

“You mind if I share some with you?”

“I’d be delighted,” he said. “As long as you’re willing to share some other stuff too.”

“Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight,” I said. “I’m in one of those kinds of moods.”

“What a coincidence,” he said. “So am I.”

“Then I guess I’ll meet you at your door,” I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.

This was gonna be fun.

 

#

 

Ten minutes later we were in his kitchen, throwing down our sixth shot of Tequila. Combined with my earlier drinking I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was in that perfect state; drunk enough to act compulsively but not so wasted that I didn’t know what I was doing. I was fully aware of my actions, I just didn’t care.

“Can I tell you something?” I said, catching Johnny’s eye and giving him a nasty little smile.

“You can tell me whatever you want.”

I cupped my hand around my mouth, leaned in towards him, stuck my mouth right next to his ear and whispered, “I really need to get fucked.”

“Is that right?” he said, shifting his head so he was looking at me. One corner of his mouth was turned up in a confident little smirk.

“Yep. And when I say fucked I mean fucked,” I said, running my hands over his chest while I talked. “With a capital F. Not made love to, all mellow and romantic and shit. Fucked. Hard. Pounded. Until I’m screaming.” I shifted so my face was directly in front of his. Our lips were practically touching. “Do you think you can help me out with that?”

“Oh, I don’t think that would be much of a problem at all,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and easily lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. “Good hard poundings just happen to be my specialty.”

“Lucky me,” I said.

He stepped in closer and stuck his tongue into my mouth and started aggressively exploring it.

I returned the favor, kissing him back just as intensely as he was kissing me. His hands ran up under my shirt and deftly undid my bra. I shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed my tits while we continued to make out.

His head moved down to my chin and then neck, kissing me as he went, stopping only once he reached my tits. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it until it was hard, then sucked on it right up until that perfect point between pleasure and pain before letting go and making his way over to the other one.

Johnny working my tits was making me horny as hell. I ran my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy over my panties. It only took a few seconds before I was soaking through them. I yanked them aside and slipped two fingers into my pussy and started playing with myself, rubbing and fingering my soaking wet pussy.

Still banging myself, I ran my free hand up his leg to his crotch, feeling his hard cock beneath his pants. I began to rub my hand against it, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.

The more aggressively I worked his cock the more intensely he went after my nipples and it wasn’t long before we were both ready to move forward.

I popped my nipple out of his mouth and dropped to my knees until my head was right in front of his crotch. I could see his dick pushing against the cotton of his pants. He was rock-hard.

I looked up at him, making eye contact, giving him puppy dog eyes as I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasn’t the biggest dick I’ve ever seen but it wasn’t the smallest either, right about six inches long and pretty thick. And it was hard enough to hammer nails, which was all that really mattered anyway.

Still looking up at him, I wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened my mouth, and took the head of his cock between my lips. I sucked on the tip while stroking the shaft with my hand, working slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace.

It wasn’t long before I was taking him halfway down with every pump, then three-quarters, and finally swallowing his entire cock. With my hands grabbing his ass, I took his cock down my throat and held it there, deepthroating him with ease, my nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock tickled the back of my throat.

“Jesus Christ,” he said under his breath, making me feel good. I love being in control of a man’s pleasure, making him feel things he’s never felt before. It’s empowering.

After a good five seconds, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, inch-by-inch, releasing it slowly, leaving it glistening in the light with my saliva. I jerked him off as I took a moment to catch my breath.

“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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ANAL PREFERRED

 BELLADONNA ROSE


They say you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, and sometimes they are right. But sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes the cover reflects the book perfectly, especially if it’s hand-picked for a desired effect. After all, they also say that if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck it must be a duck.

I tend to go with the second saying. Most of the time people are what they project.

I’m not gonna lie; when girls are dressed like a slut it’s real easy to treat them like a piece of meat. After all, that’s what they want, right? Why else would they be walking around with their tits hanging and ass literally hanging out, showing the world their goods? So someone will notice their personality? I don’t think so.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’d never go so far as to suggest that girls like that are just asking to get raped. Not at all. But what I am saying is that if I end up having consensual sex with them, I’m not going to be inclined to treat them gently. There isn’t going to be any sweet loving or passionate sex or making love to a girl like that. In that situation I’m going to fuck them like an animal. I’m going to treat them like a slut who’s willing to do whatever I want, who can take whatever I can dish out. And I’m not going to feel guilty about it. Not one bit.

I figure a girl who dresses like a slut deserves to be treated as such. Kind of like when kids dress up like gangbangers. If they get jumped on the street, are you surprised at all? Sure, maybe they didn’t deserve it, but you can’t really be surprised by it. In the eyes of the world, you are what you project. And when a girl projected SLUT in big bold letters, most likely, she was one. Or wanted to treated like one at the very least.

Like this girl I met the other night. Her name was Bella, and she was exactly as advertised.

 

#

 

It was a Friday night and I was at an Irish Pub a few blocks from my house, drinking some beers and scoping out the women. The pub was a popular hangout for the local college kids, a place to come at the end of the night and throw down a few beers before heading back home. They had a reputation for not looking to closely at ID’s, plus cheap prices and a reasonably comfortable atmosphere.

I was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a collared shirt. Nothing close to my normal attire, but perfect for the occasion. I’d scored many times in just such an outfit; it seemed to attract the kind of young women that inevitably ended up at this specific location on these nights.

But tonight it looked like I was going to strike out. I’d had a few beers and so far hadn’t really gotten anywhere and was considering hanging it up for the night. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was pushing 1AM and decided to have one last beer before tapping out. It turned out to be a great decision.

I ordered a Killian’s from the bartender and sat down at the bar. I had just taken my first drink when I saw a young woman enter that was utterly unlike anyone else that I’d ever seen in the place.

She was of Latin descent, with long, silky, dark brown hair and olive skin. Young, in her early twenties at the oldest, with a gorgeous face; big brown eyes, full lips, sultry nose, and lots of makeup, especially around the eyes.

She was wearing a short pink and black dress that barely covered her ass and showed off her ridiculous body. Tall and thin and fit but still soft, with curvy hips, a plump ass and firm, full breasts.

On her feet she had black leather studded pumps with four-inch heels, making her already long legs look like they went on forever. And to top things off her toe and finger nails were painted black.

She was gorgeous and sexy and slutty and incredible. Absolutely perfection.

She’d come in alone, looking around the place as though she was searching for someone specific. It quickly became apparent that whoever she was supposed to meet here hadn’t showed up. And without a good reason to stay, she wasn’t going to be in the pub for long at all; it just wasn’t her kind of place. I knew I needed to act fast. So I scooped up my beer and headed over towards her.

I decided to test my theory in the most straight-forward way possible. Walking up to her, I simply said: “Do you want to go back to my place and fuck?”

“Are you serious?” she asked, speaking like she wasn’t all that surprised to hear that exact question, like she’d been asked it a hundred times before.

“As a heart-attack,” I replied.

She looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat, her mouth turned up in a little smirk. “I don’t know, buddy,” she said. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not really my type.”

“What about this?” I asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her hand down towards my cock, which was already a little chubby and by no means on the small side. “Is this your type?”

“Perhaps,” she said. “But I’ve come across many guys in my life with big cocks. Most of them don’t know how to use them.”

“Well I can assure you that I do,” I replied.

“Maybe you do,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you can give me what I need.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

She looked at me sideways, dismissing me. “If you have to ask then you probably can’t deliver.”

“If you’re talking about an aggressive pounding, you might be surprised. Deep down I’m a pretty fucked-up guy.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,” she said, drinking from her beer.

“Why?” I asked. “Because I don’t have any tattoos or piercings?”

“That’s part of it,” she said.

“And the other?”

She shrugged. “For one, you’re dressed like a yuppie.”

“That’s because I’m playing a part.”

“And what part is that?”

“A wolf in sheep’s clothing,” I said, taking a drink from my glass. “It’s a little game I like to play.”

She turned her head towards me, suddenly more interested. “How does it go?”

“It’s simple,” I said, taking advantage of her interest to hop up onto the stool on the other side of her table. “I dress up like a nice, normal, everyday prude to attract a certain kind of girl.”

“What kind is that?”

“The cute, innocent little college that are always running around this place. Like her,” I said, pointing out a little blonde in a sundress, smiling widely and acting all shy. “Or her.” I pointed to a long-haired brunette wearing a skirt and sorority sweatshirt. “I make them think I’m a nice, normal guy, just looking to screw around a little bit.”

“And then?” she asked, clearly interested.

I finished off my beer and flashed her an evil little smile. “Then I give them a night they’ll never forget, even if they want to. But it also ends up being a night they’ll dream about for the rest of their lives, even if they won’t admit it.”

She chuckled and finished off the rest of her beer.

“Tell me you’re not at least a little intrigued,” I said.

“I have to admit, I’m a tad bit curious,” she replied. “But I still really doubt that you can give me what I need.”

“Maybe not,” I said. “But what’s the worst that can happen if you give me a chance? You come away a little disappointed?”

“Or worse yet, unsatisfied,” she said.

“Which was probably going to happen anyway,” I said.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, you obviously came here looking for someone that wasn’t here. And you’re clearly disappointed about that. And you’re sure as not going to find what you need at this place if you decide to pass on my offer and stick around.”

“True enough,” she said.

“So the way I figure it, you’ve got nothing to lose.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, I think you’re right.”

“Then let’s go back to my place,” I said, slamming the rest of my beer. “It’s only a few blocks away. I’m Mike, by the way.”

“I’m Isabella,” she said. “But you can just call me Bella.”

“Okay then, Bella, let’s rock.”

I took her hand and we left the bar.

 

#

 

“I’m guessing you like things a little rough,” I said as we walked along the sidewalk towards my house.

“More than a little,” she said.

“That’s what I figured. What about control?” I asked.

“What about it?”

“Do you like to have it or relinquish it.”

“Both,” she said. “It all depends on my mood.”

“And what kind of mood are you in tonight?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all if you took charge,” Bella said. “I kind of feel like being told what to do.” She flashed me a dirty little smile. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said, smiling back.

“And don’t take it easy on me,” she said. “I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever you can dish out.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, fighting the urge to lick my lips in excitement.

A couple minutes later we came to my door. I unlocked it, opened it, and let Bella in. After closing and locking the door behind her, I grabbed her arm and spun her around, right there in the living room.

“Get on your knees,” I said as I undid my belt and zipper, pulled off my pants and boxers and tossed them aside.

Bella did as she was told without hesitation. She was looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, desperate to please. My already hard cock was sticking straight out, practically poking her in the eye.

“Now suck my dick.”

Bella opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my cock and started bobbing back and forth on the head while her hand worked the shaft.

I grabbed her wrists, yanked her hands from my cock and forced them down to her side. “No hands,” I said. “Just use your mouth.”

Bella’s head bobbed faster and faster on my cock. Spittle ran down her chin and onto the floor. Gagging sounds escaped from her throat.

“That’s right,” I said. “Just like that.”

I glanced down at Bella, saw that her eyes were closed. I gave her a little smack on the cheek.

“Look up at me,” I said. “I want to saw your pretty little eyes while you suck that hard cock.”

Bella tilted her head slightly, allowing her to make eye contact while continuing to blow me. Her eyes were huge and full of the need to please.

“There you go,” I said. “That’s more like it. Keep looking up at me. No matter what happens I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Understand?”

She nodded as best she could with my cock in her mouth.

I put my hand on the back of Bella’s head to hold it in place and started pumping my hips forward, forcing her to take me deeper and deeper.

After pumping Bella’s mouth continuously for a good thirty seconds, I held her head in place, my cock three-quarters of the way inside her mouth, pressing on the back of her head, keeping it in place.

She started to choke.

“That’s it,” I said. “Fucking choke on that cock.”

Bella tried to back away but I didn’t let her go.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I said, taunting her as she struggled. “I didn’t said you could pull off yet.”

Bella still struggled to back away. But that was fine. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I liked it better when she struggled. It was more fun for me.

After another ten seconds I finally let Bella go. Her head flew back and she gasped for breath. Tears were leaking from her eyes, making her black mascara run down her cheek. It was sexy as hell. Not to mention hot as shit.

I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and used it to control her head. I pulled her face into me, smashing her mouth against the base of my cock. I rubbed her face against my flesh then pushed down on her head until her mouth latched on to my ball sack.


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