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FILTHY EROTICA 20

4 DIRTY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Taylor Jordan

Dirk Rockwell

Misty Rose

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS 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, lesbians, threesomes, pegging 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

PUNISHING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT BY JT HOLLAND

SHE’S THE BOSS BY TAYLOR JORDAN

A PAIR OF DIRTY SLUTS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

DOMINATING THE HUNK DOWN THE HALL BY MISTY ROSE


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PUNISHING THE TRASH TALKING SLUT

MY ADVENTURES WITH THE TRASH TALKING SLUT: VOLUME TWO

JT HOLLAND

 

I was out drinking with the guys when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the screen. It was from Riley. My pulse quickening, I stepped out the back door into the smoking area and flipped open my phone.

“Hey Riley, what’s up?” I said.

“Are you busy?” she replied.

“Not really. Just at a bar with some friends.”

“Do you have a problem bailing on them?”

I laughed. Riley wasn’t one for beating around the bush. It was one of the reasons I dug her so much. The fact that she was an 21-year hardbody with a insatiable lust for nasty sex was the main one, but her attitude played a major part in that.

“Not if I have a good reason to,” I said.

“Well, let’s just put it this way,” Riley said. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. Severely. Is that a good enough reason?”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I said, my cock already starting to get hard just thinking about it.

“I’ll be waiting.”

I closed my phone and went back into the bar. I told my friends what was up and they bid me godspeed. They were cool with it; after all, that’s pretty much the only reason why we were out in the first place, to try and score. There was no use passing on a sure thing solely on the hope of getting something later. Besides, even if I did end up going home with someone at the end of the night, there was no way in hell she’d be half the freak that Riley was. It simply wasn’t possible.

 

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I showed up at Riley’s door half an hour later.

“It’s about fucking time,” she said upon opening up, her voice laced with disdain, as usual. If there was one thing that was consistent about Riley it was her defiant attitude. But since we were just fuck-buddies and not in a relationship of any kind, I found it endearing instead of annoying. Plus it made the sex infinitely more interesting. It was far easier to get truly nasty with a girl who acted like a punk than one that was sweet and innocent.

“Deal with it,” I said, pushing right back at her with attitude of my own. Handling it any other way would just encourage her more. And the last thing she needed was more encouragement. She had more than enough attitude without it. If you let her run you over without talking back she was all but intolerable.

“Well, come on in already,” she said, opening the door wide. She was looking incredible as usual, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with black dots covering it, white panties,  and black, ankle-high, two-inch heeled boots. Her legs looked a hundred yards long, and her firm, thin body was as enticing as always. Even in her heels Riley was a good 10 inches shorter than me but she held herself with so much confidence that she rarely seemed as small as she truly was.

I walked in and she shut the door behind us. When she turned around I was standing right on top of her, just a couple feet away. This close up, our size difference was more apparent. But even though I towered over her she didn’t back down one bit.

“So you were a bad girl and you need to be punished, huh?” I said.

She nodded.

“What did you do this time?” I asked.

“I pulled some businessman out of his office and took him into the bathroom and gave him a blow job,” she said. “But before he could cum I kicked him in the balls and left him lying on the floor in agony.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I had no idea if she was telling the truth or just making things up. With Riley it could go either way. Which for some sick reason turned me on even more. The uncertainty was half the fun. It made for a great aphrodisiac.

“Aren’t you worried he might see you again?” I asked.

“What’s he gonna do, tell someone he was getting a blowjob from a strange 21-year old girl who then attacked him for no reason?” Riley scoffed and shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Nobody would believe him. Besides, I was wearing a wig and a ton of makeup. He wouldn’t even recognize if I walked up to him right now and asked him for a light.”

I nodded my head slowly and took this in. She was trying to get a reaction from me, and for that reason alone I decided not to give her one. Riley couldn’t handle it when she didn’t get what she wanted.  She needed to be the one controlling the action, pushing all the buttons. It drove her crazy when it didn’t work out exactly as she wanted. And for some reason I felt like real tension tonight, not manufactured role-playing. I figured the easiest way to achieve that was to not let her dictate the narrative.

“So you want me to punish you because you kicked some guy in the balls?” I said.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out, talking to me like I was a five-year old kid. “I want you to punish me because I gave some random guy a blowjob behind your back.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “That whole jealous angle doesn’t really work for me. It’s not like I think I’m the only guy you’re fucking.”

“Fine,” Riley said, growing exasperated. “Then just punish me because I want you to,” she said.

“That’s not good enough either,” I said, shaking my head. “After all, you want it to be realistic, right?”

She nodded but there was uncertainty in her eyes. A rare thing for her. If she’d ever felt it before in my presence she’d certainly never showed it.

“So how about this,” I said, stepping closer to her until I was inches away, amplifying our size difference. “Tonight I’m going to teach you a lesson. I’m going to punish you because you’re a manipulative, arrogant little punk-ass bitch who thinks she can do whatever the fuck she wants to whoever the fuck she wants whenever the fuck she feels like it. Tonight is going to be real thing, not just some little game.”

She had a confused look on her face. I could tell this wasn’t going quite the way she’d planned and it was throwing her for a loop. So I decided to redirect her, get her back into character.

“Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle the real thing,” I said.

Her attitude snapped back immediately, just as I’d known it would. “I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said. One half of her mouth was turned up in a snarl. “Real or imaginary.”

“You think so, huh?”

She scoffed. “Please. I know so.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Then it looks like we have an understanding,” I said. “Let the punishment begin.”

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back into the wall, pinning her against it.

“Oh so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” she said.

“That’s right,” I replied, my mouth turned up in an evil smile.

“I hope you’re not expecting me to just sit here and take it like some pathetic little girl,” she said.

“Of course not,” I replied. “In fact, I was hoping you’d be your typical defiant little self.”

“Well don’t worry about that,” she said. “Because you’re sure as hell going to get the real me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I squeezed my hand around her throat, cutting off her air. Staring directly at her, our eyes locked together, I watched as her face started to slowly turn red from lack of oxygen.

But Riley didn’t fight back. She just stood there and took it, her eyes boring into mine as though telling me my actions had no effect on her.

Unfortunately for her, although her mind was willing, her flesh was weak. I could feel her body starting to sag as it felt the effects of her lungs not getting any air. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyelids fluttering. She was obviously in distress but it wasn’t until her head started to loll that I released her throat.

Her eyes immediately opened wide and her chest heaved as she gulped down air. Still, she was defiant as always, not even giving me an inch of satisfaction.

“Is that all you got?” she said.

“As a matter of fact, it’s not,” I said. “That was just the beginning.”

“Then let’s get on with it,” she said. “I want to see what you have in store for me.”

“If you insist,” I said. Then I slapped her across the face.

She gasped and her eyes opened wide in shock before she could regain control of herself. I smiled, pleased with myself for breaking through her defenses, if only temporarily.

“Caught you by surprise there, didn’t I,” I said, taunting her.

“Only because it was a cheap shot,” she said.

“You’re right,” I said. “That one was a cheap shot. But this one isn’t.”

I slapped her again.

This time she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me with defiance dripping from her eyes and her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

“Come on,” she said. “You can do better than that.”

I slapped her again. Her cheek was bright red and her eyes were starting to leak tears.

“That’s it?” she said. “My little sister hit me harder than that when we were kids.”

I slapped her again, harder this time. The sound of my palm striking her flesh filled the room. But still she didn’t even come close to giving in.

“Harder,” she said.

I obliged.

“Harder,” she said, her voice rising.

So I smacked her again, really getting into it this time.

“Harder!” she screamed.

I slapped her yet again.

And again.

And again, until my hand was starting to tingle.

But Riley was still upright, still staring right at me, still defiant.

My cock was pressing painfully against my pants. I didn’t want to think about what that said about me. I was enjoying myself way too much. So I stopped before things got too out of control.

“On your knees,” I said.

She paused for a moment, just to let me know that she wasn’t jumping at my commands but choosing to do what I said of her own accord, but eventually did as she was told.

We stood there for a moment, me staring down at Riley and her looking right back up at me, neither of us saying anything.

“Well?” I said. “What are you waiting for.”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do,” Riley replied. “After all that’s what tonight is all about, right?”

She was right, of course. Not that I was going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Maybe I’ll stop telling you what to do and just start doing it to you instead,” I said. “Is that what you want?”

“Since when is tonight about what I want?”

“Again with the attitude,” I said. “Always with the attitude.”

She offered me a fake smile and shrugged. “You didn’t really expect anything different did you?”

“No, I suppose I didn’t,” I said, unzipping my zipper and pulling out my stiff cock. “I guess I’ll just have to do things the hard way.”

“I guess you will,” she said.

Smiling, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it towards me. With my other hand, I grabbed the base of my cock, and started smacking her in the cheek with it.

“Are you at least going to open your mouth for me?” I asked.

“I guess I could do that much,” Riley said. She opened her mouth.

“Tongue out,” I said.

She did as she was told without comment for once.

I dropped the head of my cock onto her tongue then grabbed another handful of her hair. Now I had both my hands on the back of her head. Looking down at her, I said, “Say ahhhhh.”

As soon as she started to make the sound I shoved my cock in her mouth.

Using Riley’s hair to control her movements, I pulled her head towards me, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth, not stopping until she was deepthroating me. Once my cock had completely disappeared, I held her head in place, my cock planted firmly in her throat, her nose touching my navel, her lips pressing against my jeans.

Caught by surprise, Riley was coughing and gagging and trying to pull off my cock, but I didn’t let her, riding her face like a rodeo cowboy rides a bull, shifting my hips to stay with her as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.

“You’re not talking any shit now,” I said. “It’s kind of hard when your mouth is full.”

I held on for another couple of seconds before letting her go. Her head snapped back and a river of saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor as she gasped for breath.

Seeing Riley in distress just turned me on more. It was so rare to break through her defenses that I decided to capitalize on the situation before she fully recovered. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. Then I again grabbed two handfuls of her hair. But this time instead of bringing her towards me, I pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall. She was still trying to fill her lungs with air when I slid my cock back into her mouth.

Instead of forcing her to deepthroat me, I pumped her open mouth with my cock, slamming it in and out of her in long, slow strokes, pulling it out of her for a couple seconds at the end of each thrust, giving her a chance to breathe.

“Look up here,” I said. “The least you can do is look at me while I fuck your face.”

She turned her eyes towards me and stared at me with defiance dripping from them.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, my voice laced with mock praise. Strangely, I was just as turned on by the look she was giving me as I was from the sensation of my cock in her mouth.

30 seconds later, I’d risen a little too close to orgasm for my own good. I needed a break. Plus I wanted to reward Riley for a job well done. So I pulled my cock out of her mouth, bent down, picked her up, threw her over my shoulders, and carried her into the bedroom.

Once there, I tossed her down on the bed, her back on the mattress and her legs up in the air. I grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, as far as they would go. They were sticking straight out, knees locked, leg muscles tight.

“Hold them there,” I said.

Riley grabbed the heels of her boots and held her legs in position, wide open and beckoning.

Still standing, I looked down at her, taking in her whole body before proceeding. Her white panties were soaked through, allowing me to see her pussy behind them. Her shirt was still covering her tits, but I left it on. There’s something about fucking a girl that’s still clothed that turned me on immensely.

I grabbed Riley’s hips and slid them towards me until her lower half was right at the edge of the bed. From this angle, with me standing and her lying on the bed, my cock was hovering right over her pussy as if showing me where it wanted to go. For a moment I was tempted to stick it in her, but the temptation quickly passed. I had some other things that I needed to do is first.

Reaching down, I grabbed ahold of Riley’s panties and yanked them aside, revealing her cleanly shaved, luscious little pink pussy. I turned slightly to the side to give myself a better angle, then slid two fingers inside her.

I started off slowly, moving them back and forth with the purpose, rubbing the underside of her clit, something that I knew drove her crazy. I gradually picked up steam, moving my fingers faster and faster in and out of her. Riley had told me before that she liked getting fingered just as much as she liked getting fucked, if not more, and it showed in her face. She was trying to maintain her façade of indifference but was losing the battle. And when I curled the tip of my fingers upward and went to work on her G-spot, she gave up entirely.

Her face was a curious mixture of pleasure and anger, as though she was mad at herself for feeling so good. I paused for a moment to slip a third finger inside her pussy then immediately picked up right where I’d left off, slamming my fingers into her hard enough that her legs started to buckle, bending at the knee.

I immediately pulled my fingers from her pussy. Riley groaned in disappointment, a sound that turned into a yelp of surprise when I smacked her pussy with my open palm.

“What the fuck was that for?” she asked, her legs folding even further.

“Did I say you could relax your legs?” I asked.

She shook her head and pulled her legs taut once again.

“That’s better,” I said.

“Now will you stick your fingers back in me?” she asked.

Her need had taken her attitude down a notch, something that almost always happened. She started out talking shit but as she got more and more into the physical aspects of the evening, she started to mellow out. Her attitude never truly disappeared, but it definitely went into hiding as the needs of her body began to trump her personality.

“That depends,” I said. “Can you keep your legs tight no matter what I do to you?”

Riley nodded.

I gave her another smack on the pussy. She yelped again and flinched but didn’t fold her legs this time.

“Are you sure?” I said. “You almost collapsed right there.”

“I’m sure,” she said, a hint of defiance rising again.

I smacked her again, this time on the inner part of her thigh.

She held tight.

I smacked her other thigh, harder this time. The sound echoed about the bedroom.

She bit down on her bottom lip but still she didn’t fold her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “I think you’ve earned my fingers again.”

So I gave them to her, sliding all three inside her pussy. They went in even easier than they had earlier. Apparently getting smacked around turned Riley on just as much as a good finger-banging.

I put my left foot up on the bed and leaned forward, altering the angle of penetration and allowing me to slide my fingers even deeper inside her. I pushed them in until they were well past the knuckles and held them there as her pussy clenched tight.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Riley said as I started sliding them back and forth deep inside her, exploring her insides. Her legs were quivering but she held on tight, not letting them falter.

I hammered my fingers into her, trying to get Riley to cave, but still she held her legs to the side, her knees locked out and her thighs rock-hard. My head was right above hers and she stared up at me, her eyes laced with defiance even as the rest of her features gave in to the pleasure. She was intent on outlasting me, taking as much as I could give her without folding again.

There was no way that was going to happen, of course. I still had a couple tricks up my sleeve. It was time I broke one out.

While my right hand still pounding away at her pussy, I reached down with my left and tore her blouse open, popping the buttons off and exposing her firm, perky little tits.

I groped one for a moment, then pinched the nipple. Riley gasped but didn’t relax her legs. I gave her other breast the same treatment. She reacted the same way, still not even coming close to collapsing her legs.

“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

Riley didn’t reply. All her energy was being spent keeping her legs tight. But she did glare up at me with an evil look while her breath escaped from her mouth in shallow gasps.

“You do realize you can’t win,” I said. “You’re going to fold again eventually.”

“Not if I can help it,” she said, her voice a raspy, wheezing mess.

 “Then I guess I’ll just have to make it so you can’t help it,” I said.

“Go ahead and try,” she spat out.

I laughed softly. Riley certainly was quite the trooper. Most women would have folded long ago. But I didn’t tell her that, of course. To do so would ruin the mood.

“If you insist,” I said instead. Then I let my hand wander up her chest to her throat.

Riley’s eyes widened slightly. Whether it was in surprise or pleasure I wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered at this point.

Still continuing to bang her pussy with my fingers, I gripped her throat between my thumb and forefinger and started to squeeze.

Riley’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen, then started to go pale. But still she held on, keeping her legs tight by sheer willpower alone. But it was only a matter of time until her body gave in, even if her mind didn’t. Fifteen seconds later the time came.

Her eyelids fluttered and then started to close. She released her hold on her heels and her arms flopped down onto the bed, followed by her legs.

I released her throat but continued slamming my fingers inside of her pussy as she came back to the waking world. The transition must have been an intense one, as an orgasm rocked her body shortly after I let go of her throat.

She bucked against my hand a couple of times, then tensed up, her pussy squeezing the blood from my fingers. She reached out and grabbed my arm with both of her hands and held it in place, deep inside of her.

“Don’t move,” she said desperately, still short of air. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

I almost pulled my fingers out of her to pay her back for what she’d done earlier that day (if she’d been telling me the truth, of course) but ultimately decided that would be taking things too far.

Her body seemed to freeze in place for just a moment, then released just as quickly. A torrent of juices came pouring out of her pussy, drenching my hand and wrist. She moaned and cursed under her breath as her entire body quivered and shook.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Riley said, turning it into one long word. She released my arm and tried to refill her body with air.

“I take it you liked that?” I said.

Eyes wide, she nodded vigorously.

Smiling, I pulled my fingers out of Riley’s pussy. They were shining with her juices, glistening in the light. I admired them for a moment then said, “Open your mouth. I want you to taste yourself.”

She did so without comment. Smiling, in fact.

I slipped all three fingers into Riley’s mouth and she licked them clean, staring right at me the entire time. After I’d pulled them back out I told her to grab ahold of her ankles once again.

“Whatever you say,” she replied.

I tilted my head slightly. “Not even a cursory protest?” I asked.

“After making me cum that hard? You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t complain,” Riley said.

 “That’s all it takes?” I said. “One little orgasm and you’re putty in my hands?”

“It wasn’t little by any means,” she said. “But yeah, basically that’s all it takes. You do me right and I’ll do you right.”

“But what if I want you to still be a punk?”

“Then I will,” she said. “But earlier you said you wanted tonight to be real, not some game, right?”

I reluctantly nodded. She had me there.

“Well, this is real,” Riley said.

“Fair enough,” I said, deflated a little bit.

“What’s the matter?” she said.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I was just enjoying treating you like shit earlier.”

“Who says you can’t still?”

“I could,” I said. “But it wouldn’t be the same.”

“Of course it would,” Riley said. “The only difference would be that I’d be telling you how much I like getting smacked around instead of pretending like I don’t.”

“So you actually do like it?”

“I fucking love it,” Riley said. She grabbed her heels and spread her legs wide, holding them tight. “This is how you wanted me, right?”

I nodded and slipped my cock into her. It felt great, especially after so much foreplay leading up to this moment, but I simply wasn’t as into it as I was earlier. Despite Riley’s insistence that she still wanted it rough, I was having trouble getting back into the mood. The momentum had been quelled.

Riley sensed my reluctance and took matters into her own hands. Literally. She released her hold on her heels and brought her arms back towards her chest.

While I continued sliding my cock in and out of her, Riley grabbed one of her tits in each hand and started to play with them. At first she groped and fondled them, but it wasn’t long before she was attacking her nipples, squeezing and rubbing them between her fingertips until they were hard, and then going after them even more aggressively.

I watched, transfixed, as she started to smack her own tits, slapping them hard enough to make herself flinch. I was definitely starting to get back into the mood.

“You like that, don’t you?” Riley said, her eyes locked on mine. “You like watching me smack myself around.”

I nodded.

“Come on,” she said. “Give it a try.”

I reached out and gave one of her tits a half-hearted smack.

“You can do better than that,” she said, her voice laced with disappointment.

I slapped her tit again, putting a little more force into it.

“Don’t hold back,” she said. “Smack me like you mean it.”

So I slapped her tit again, even harder this time.

“Harder,” she said.

I did.

“Harder!” she said, slapping her other tit as she spoke, putting my smack to shame.

I slapped her again, making her flinch.

“That’s it,” she said, biting down on her bottom lip. “Just like that.”

I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. I was starting to get back into the groove, moving faster against her, giving her more and more of my cock.

 “Is this what you want?” I said, my tone harsh. “Me smacking you around while I fuck the shit out of you?”

She nodded. “That’s exactly what I want,” she said, her entire body red from exertion.

I took a break from slapping her to slide my hands under her hips and lift her backside up, giving me more leverage. She hooked her arms around her legs without being told, holding herself in position while I hammered away at her, my body slamming into hers with all my weight.

My free hand went up to her throat and started choking her while my other continued smacking away at her tits, both of which had turned bright red under the assault.

“What about this?” I said. “Do you want this too? Me choking you while I pummel you?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, her groans muffled from the lack of air.

I released her throat and grabbed the underside of her thighs and pressed them down onto the bed, opening her up even more, allowing me to blast her even harder. I gave her my full weight with every thrust, making her squirm underneath me as I slammed my cock into her with a previous untapped aggression.

For some reason I was more pissed off by her acquiescence than her earlier reluctance. Or maybe I was just mad that she’d manipulated the situation to her advantage once again. Not that it mattered what my reasons were. The only thing that mattered is that I was giving her what she wanted and getting what I wanted in return. And I was certainly getting what I wanted.

Looking down at Riley’s tanned, tight, tiny little body and perky tits while I hammered away at her made me realize just how lucky I was. I was fucking a ridiculously hot 21-year old freak in ways that I’d only ever dreamed about. What the hell did I have to be mad about?

For some reason, viewing things with this new perspective brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Where just a few moments ago I wasn’t really anywhere near cumming, now I was just a couple seconds away from it. And there was nothing I could do about it but warn Riley.

“Cum inside me,” she said, once I’d let me intentions known. “I want your cum inside my pussy.”

So I did, squirting my seed inside her less than five seconds later. Once the initial bursts were done, I slowly moved against her, draining my cock of the last of its seed. Even once I was completely finished I stayed inside Riley, catching my breath, afraid that I moved too quickly I’d fall down.

Eventually I pulled my cock out of her pussy and flopped down onto the bed next to her.

“Sorry that was so abrupt,” I said after a couple moments of silence punctuated only by heavy breathing from the both of us.

“It didn’t seem that abrupt to me,” she said. “Besides, after that much quality foreplay it doesn’t really matter how long you’re inside me before you pop. I had my share of the fun long ago. Everything at the end was just a bonus.”

I laughed under my breath. “I’ve never really thought of it like that,” I said.

“I have to admit, I’m pretty impressed,” Riley said. “You really stepped up today. Of course, you didn’t quite go as far as I would have liked—”

“Not as far as you would have liked?” I said, sitting up to face her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I treated you like shit all night.”

She shrugged. “What can I say, I’ve got very specific tastes.”

I stared at her for  a moment then snorted and shook my head. “Silly me, I thought I was pushing you too far.”

“There’s no such thing as too far,” she said. “But the last thing I want you to do is take it the wrong way. You were incredible tonight. You’ve come closer to giving me what I want than anyone else ever has. Certainly any other man.”

“Well at least that’s something,” I said, half-sarcastically.

“It is something,” Riley replied. “A big something, actually. For once, I feel like I’ve found a man that’s on my same wavelength.”

It should have concerned me that a crazy 21-year old fuckslut considered me on the same wavelength as her, but it didn’t. It was too exhilarating to be worrisome. And more importantly, it meant that we’d be having more nights like tonight together. A lot more.

“Well, one of these nights hopefully I’ll be able to take you where you want to go,” I said.

“That’s my hope too,” she replied. “And to that end, I’ll have to invite you over next time Carrie pays me a visit. Then I’ll show you how to really dominate a woman.”

“Who’s Carrie?”

“One of my friends. She’s an amazing sub. The best.”

“So you do to her what I just did to you?”

“Hell no,” Riley said. “I’m much more brutal with her than you were with me.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I’d like to see that.” I was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.

“I’m sure you would,” Riley said. “I might even give you a taste of her when I’m finished.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I’ll set it up,” she said. “She gets back into town next week. Do you think you can get free?”

“For that? Hell yes. Just tell me when.”

“I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She flashed me a smile. “I know you will.”

 

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SHE’S THE BOSS

TAYLOR JORDAN

 

Teri loves her job.

As the only female vice-president in her company, she has certain perks that she helps herself whenever possible. Specifically, the junior executives.

All of them are desperate to move up in the company, and she takes advantage of this fact by forcing them to do things that they might not necessarily do otherwise.

Not that they mind.

Teri is an incredibly attractive woman with platinum blonde hair, the face of a model and a killer body. And on top of that, she’s a freak in the sack, willing to get down and dirty with someone she’s only seen from afar or talked to a few times.

In fact, for the most part, the less she knows about the young men the better. It’s far easier for her to get nasty with a relative stranger than it is with someone she knows casually. Plus it’s less uncomfortable afterwards if they don’t have a prior personal relationship. Besides the whole boss/employee thing of course.

The whole setup works out perfectly for Teri. The young men she takes advantage of aren’t directly beneath her so she isn’t in charge of their promotions or performance reviews or anything like that. But they all know that she has some say in what goes on and they long to be on her good side. So she can pick one on whim and do whatever she wants to them without having to worry about any reprisals.

All in all, it’s a perfect job.

 

#

 

On this day, Teri calls Ryan into her office. He’s been with the company for a little more than a month now, and from what she’s heard, he’s a good worker. Always on time, attentive, considerate, a little shy. Not to mention good-looking, with a sharply-lined face, dark hair, and a six-foot tall, finely honed body. All the things she looks for in a man.

Ryan knocks on her office door and Teri invites him in.

“Lock it behind you,” she says, smiling.

Ryan gives her a curious look but does as she says.

“Have a seat,” Teri says, beckoning him to a leather office chair in front of her desk.

Ryan does as he’s told.

Once he’s seated, Teri stands up from her chair and comes over in front of him. She’s wearing a white blouse with the top few buttons undone, revealing a good portion of her firm, perky tits and a short black skirt that shows off her incredible legs.

Ryan is trying to avoid staring at her but is having trouble. He’s breathing heavily and there is sweat forming on his brow. He’s undoubtedly heard about Teri’s proclivities around the office, but it’s hard for her to tell if he’s looking forward to having his turn or scared about what’s the come. Perhaps a bit both.

 Not that Teri cares. She likes the confusion in his eyes, the discomfort that’s plain on his face. She gets off on it. In fact, you could say that it’s the real reason she does what she does; not just for the physical sensation that comes from it, but the mental stimulation too.

Teri sits atop her desk and looks down at Ryan. Her legs are slightly open, giving him a straight shot up her skirt. She wants to see how he handles the view.

“Do you know why I called you into my office?” she asks.

Ryan shakes his head. His gaze is continually shifting between looking up at Teri’s face and peeking at what’s between her legs. (Which is flesh only; she conveniently forgot to put on any panties this morning.)

“Really?” she asks. “No idea at all?”

He shakes his head again but he’s also starting to blush.

“Now, why don’t I believe you?” Teri asks, tilting her head sideways and smirking knowingly at him. “Are you sure you have no idea whatsoever?”

Ryan shakes his head yet again.

“You know what I think?” Teri says, climbing to her feet then immediately dropping to her knees in front of him. “I think you’ve heard all the stories from the other guys and you know exactly why I called you in here. That’s what I think.”

Teri reaches out and grabs Ryan’s waistband. He quickly scrambles out of the chair, knocking it over in his haste. He tries to back away from Teri but she stays right with him, shuffling on her knees as he moves backwards, her hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually she backs him up all the way to the wall.

“Nowhere to run to now,” she says, smiling like a demon up at him.

He just stares at her, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” Teri asks, her excitement growing. She loves messing with men, especially shy ones. It gets her off. “Do you not like women?”

“It’s not that,” Ryan says, barely able to spit out the words.

“Then what is it?” Teri asks as she slowly undoes his belt.

“It’s just that . . . that you’re—”

“The vice-president of the company?” she volunteers for him, slipping his belt off his waist.

“Yeah,” he says.

“That just means you should be going out of your way to please me even more,” Teri says as she drops his belt onto the ground. “Not denying me what I want.”

Ryan sighs in defeat. She has him there. Her logic is unassailable. Just like it always is in this situation.

“I guess you’re right,” he says.

“Of course I am,” Teri replies. She undoes the top button of his pants and goes to work on his zipper. “So just relax and go with the flow, all right?”

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

“That’s a good boy,” Teri says as she pulls his pants to the ground.

Ryan’s raging boner is sticking straight out, hard as a log. His cock isn’t huge but that’s not a problem. Size only matters to a certain extent. As long as it’s not tiny that’s all that matters. And Ryan’s isn’t tiny.

“You have a beautiful cock,” Teri says, looking up at him. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

Before Ryan can answer, Teri takes his cock in her mouth. She already knows the answer to her question anyway.

She works Ryan’s cock for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting him warmed up, then starts sucking it more aggressively. She takes it progressively further down her throat, bobbing her head forward and back, her eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact. It isn’t long before his cock is disappearing in her mouth with every thrust, tickling her throat, filling her up, making it difficult to breathe.

Teri easily takes him all the way down a few times, then holds his cock in her throat, deepthroating him for a full tens seconds before pulling off. Her mouth is filled with saliva and she spits it on his cock then starts jerking him off again.

“You like that, don’t you?” Teri says, staring up at Ryan while working his cock with her hand. “You like it when I deepthroat your cock? When I choke and gag on it?”

Ryan nods.

 “It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” Teri says, getting off on his discomfort.

Ryan nods again.

“Then just wait,” she says. “Because this is just the beginning.”

Laughing softly, Teri drops down onto the back of her legs and slides in closer to Ryan. Then she goes to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all while still continuing to jerk him off.

“What about that?” she says, looking up at him with a smile. “You like that too?”

“Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

Smiling wider, enjoying herself immensely, Teri grabs ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeezes, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then she takes both of his balls in her mouth and sucks hard.

Ryan makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Teri can feel him tensing up so she pops his balls out of her mouth.

“That too, I assume?” she says.

Ryan’s nod is more emphatic than ever.

“Good, because I’ve got more where that came from,” Teri says. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

He nods again.

Teri stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and uses it to lead him over towards the couch set against the far wall of her office. Then she grabs a throw pillow from the couch and drops it on the floor.

“Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” she says.

Ryan does as he’s told.

Teri positions herself so she has one foot on each side of his head, her body directly above his face. She pulls her skirt up over her waist, revealing her neatly manicured pussy. Then she slips two fingers inside herself. They slide in easily; she’s already soaking wet. She works her pussy with her fingers while staring down at Ryan.

“Do you like my pretty little pussy?” Teri asks.

Ryan nods.

“Do you want a closer look at it?” she says.

He nods again.

Teri squats over him, one leg on each side of his head. Her pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth. She’s still banging away at herself, working her pussy with her fingers.

After she’s got her fingers soaked with her juices, Teri pulls them out of her pussy, then bends down a little more and sticks them in Ryan’s mouth.

He sucks on her fingers, licking Teri’s pussy juices off of them.

“There you go,” Teri says. “Lick them clean. That’s a good boy.”

Once Ryan is done, Teri pulls her fingers out of his mouth.

“Did you like the taste of my pussy?” she asks him.

Ryan nods his head for what seems like the hundredth time since entering her office.

“Well you’re in luck,” Teri says. “Because I’m going to give you a chance to get your fill of it.

She grabs a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against her pussy.

“Lick it,” Teri says

Ryan does as he’s told, going after her pussy with serious intensity, not holding back at all.

Teri lets him work on her pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow.

“Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all. But I need a little more from you before I give something back. Have you had a woman sit on your face before?”

Ryan shakes his head, adding a quick “no,” for good measure.

“Ooohhh, I get to pop your cherry,” she says, smiling. “Lucky me.”

And with that, Teri drops down to her knees so her pussy is right on top of Ryan’s face. Then she goes back to work on herself, rubbing her clit this time while she smothers Ryan with her ass and pussy.

“Holy shit that feels fucking good,” she says. “But do you know what would feel even better? If you stuck your tongue out.”

Ryan does as he’s told.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Teri says. Still rubbing away at her clit, she grinds her pussy onto Ryan’s mouth and starts riding his rigid tongue. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there.”

A mini-orgasm washes over Teri  but she doesn’t slow down one bit. If anything, she rides Ryan’s face more intensely as she cums.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Teri hisses as her pussy squirts juices onto Ryan’s face. She holds her breath for a couple seconds before letting it out in a rush as the orgasm passes.

“That was pretty fucking good,” she says, lifting herself off Ryan’s face, giving him a chance to breathe. “How was it for you?”

“Fucking great,” Ryan says between deep breaths. He’s smiling widely. It’s the most excitement he’s shown so far.

“I take it you liked it?” Teri asks, matching his grin.

“I fucking loved it,” he says.

“That bodes well for you future,” she says. “Not only with me, but with any woman. It’s hard to find a man who truly enjoys getting smothered by a woman’s pussy.”

“Really?” Ryan says.

“Hell yes,” Teri replies, sitting on his chest now, staring down at him. “In fact, you did such a good job that I’m going to do a little something for you now. How does that sound?”

“It sounds awesome,” he replies. “But to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

“You’re close to cumming?”

He nods sheepishly.

“Don’t fret it,” Teri says. “Just sit back and relax and let me do all the work, and when you’re ready to cum, just let me know and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Sounds good,” he says.

Teri scoots her body down until she’s  squatting over Ryan’s groin. Looking directly at him, she undoes the last couple buttons on her blouse. Although her shirt is still on, her tits are now free and visible. In fact, Ryan can’t seem to take his eyes off them.

While Ryan stares at her tits, Teri grabs ahold of his cock, holds it straight up, and lowers her body onto it.

Ryan lets out a low groan as his cock easily slips into her wet, waiting pussy. Knowing that he doesn’t have much time at all before he cums, Teri starts working his cock immediately, putting her hands on his chest for leverage and expertly moving her body so that every time she drops down on his cock it goes a little bit deeper inside her.

It isn’t long before Teri is bouncing on Ryan so hard that his cock is completely disappearing every time she gets the bottom. As his moans and groans grow louder and more insistent, she increases the intensity of her gyrations until she is slamming her body down onto him with some serious aggression.

 “You like that?” Teri says, staring down at him. “You like it when I bounce on your cock?”

Ryan nods. His face is screwed up in a mask of concentration as he tries desperately not to cum.

“Here, try these,” Teri says, reaching down and grabbing Ryan’s wrists and placing his hands on her tits. “Anytime you feel like you’re getting close to the edge, just squeeze them a little tighter, okay?”

Ryan nods and immediately wraps his hands around them, squeezing them with everything he has.

“Oh my,” Teri says, surprised at his sudden strength. But she likes it. A lot. So much so that she thinks she may actually be able to cum again before Ryan is finished for good.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says as she continues impaling herself on Ryan’s cock, slamming down on him with all her energy. She arches her back and grabs a handful of her hair and tilts her chin towards the ceiling.

“That’s right,” Teri says, riding Ryan like a demonic cowgirl. “Give it to me, baby. Give it to me. Right there. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Her moans are growing more intense with every thrust. But so are Ryan’s. And his hands are squeezing her tits even more tightly, which means he’s closer than ever to cumming. It is now a race to orgasm, one that Teri has to win if she wants to cum again.

With this in mind, Teri takes more control of the situation.

She grabs ahold of Ryan’s wrists and leans forward, driving his arms to the floor, pinning one on each side of his head. With her newfound leverage, she continues dropping her ass onto Ryan’s body, harder and harder every time, trying to drive him into the floor.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Ryan says through clenched teeth, his face a mask of concentration.

Teri knows the look and the sounds coming out of his mouth.

“Not yet,” she growls at him.

“But . . . you said . . . I could cum . . . when I was ready,” Ryan manages to squeak out.

“I lied,” Teri says.

Ryan puts on a wounded expression.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum until I do, understand?”

Ryan nods but it doesn’t hold any conviction.

“I mean it,” Teri hisses, still hammering down on him all the while. “You’d better not cum until after I’m done with you or you’re going to pay the price. Got it?”

This time Ryan’s head nod is a little more convincing.

“Good,” she says, her tone lightening. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long now. I just need to do one more thing, and I’ll be done in no time.”

And with that, Teri releases one of Ryan’s arms and runs her now-free hand under his chin and grabs him around the neck.

“There we go,” she says, her excitement immediately kicking up a notch at his expression of surprise at her latest move. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about.”

Dominating one of her underlings always gets Teri off like crazy and today is no exception. She’s quickly rising towards another orgasm. She just needs to take things one step further and she’ll be there.

She releases Ryan’s wrist with her other hand and rears back and smacks him in the cheek with it. His shocked expression exhilarates her.

She smacks him again.

“Take it, you little bitch,” Teri says, slapping Ryan with one hand while choking him with the other. His face is two different shades of red, a lighter one from the lack of oxygen and a darker one from the force of flesh smacking flesh. “Take whatever I give you.”

And Ryan does, taking it without complaint as Teri works him over, bringing herself right to the edge of orgasm while doing so.

“Holy fucking shit,” Teri growls as a massive orgasm begins to wash over her. She stops bouncing on Ryan and is now just pushing her hips down on his cock, driving it as deep as it’ll go inside of her. She stops smacking him too, instead wrapping both hands around his neck and squeezing tightly as she cums.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams as the wave washes over her, sending juices squirting out of her pussy and causing her body to tense up. She holds onto Ryan’s neck until the orgasm passes, then finally lets it go.

Air rushes into Ryan’s lungs and his face starts to regain its color.

“Wow, that was fucking incredible,” Teri says, smiling down at him. “Are you okay?”

Ryan nods. His lips are even turned up in a little smile.

“Wait a minute, did you actually enjoy getting beat up like that?” Teri says, her grin growing wider.

“Yeah,” he says. “I think I did.”

“Interesting,” Teri says, drawing the word out as she files that little factoid away for later.

Most of the young men she takes advantage of can’t stand relinquishing control. It’s rare to find one that does.

“So are you ready to cum yet?” she asks.

Ryan nods emphatically.

“Then let’s see what I can do to help,” Teri says.

She leans forward and lovingly caresses Ryan’s face and sticks her tongue into his mouth. With his cock still in her warm, wet pussy, they make out, while Teri starts slowing working her body up and down on Ryan’s cock.

After getting him back to where he was before she started taking control, Teri breaks off the kiss and leans back until she’s sitting straight up again. Then she works her pussy forward and back, shifting the angle of Ryan’s cock. As he quickly rises towards an orgasm of his own,  switches it up again and starts moving in a circular manner, staring down at him the entire time.

“Do you like that?” she says. “Do you like how I work your cock with my pussy?”

Ryan nods.

“Do you want me to work it faster?”

He nods again.

Smiling, Teri starts bouncing up and down on his cock, not quite as aggressively as before but still with some intensity. She reaches back and spreads her asscheeks, allowing her to engulf Ryan’s cock more fully.

It isn’t long before Ryan is ready to cum. His face is again screwed up in concentration and he even utters “shit, shit, shit,” again, just like before.

“Are you ready to cum?” Teri asks, still bouncing on his cock.

Ryan nods his head.

“Yeah?” Teri asks.

He nods more emphatically.

Teri bounces on his cock a couple more times then climbs off just as Ryan starts to cum. Holding his cock against her stomach, she jerks him to completion, sending his sperm shooting straight up onto her chest, some of it even getting under her chin.

As Ryan’s cum drips down her chest, Teri squeezes every last drop from his cock before finally releasing her hold on it.

“Not bad,” she says, smiling at him. “Not bad at all, my friend. It looks like you have a bright future in this company, Ryan.”

“Thanks,” he says, smiling sheepishly.

Teri stands up, then holds out her hand and helps Ryan to his feet. “Now put your clothes back on and get back to work,” she says, turning and walking towards the bathroom at the far end of the room. “And do me a favor and tell Scott Thompson I need to see him in my office in thirty minutes.”

As she enters the bathroom, Teri catches a glimpse of Ryan’s shocked and slightly hurt face in the mirror. She laughs softly and closes the door.

“These poor young men, thinking they’re the special,” she says to herself in the mirror. “One day they’ll learn they’re just nothing more than a cock and two balls.” She grabs a washcloth and gets it wet and starts rinsing off her chest. It’s time to get cleaned up. She’s only got thirty more minutes until she gets to order another junior executive around.

Yep, Teri loves her job.

#####

 

A PAIR OF DIRTY SLUTS

DIRK ROCKWELL

 

The year was 1995 and Greg Hoffman was two months into his first semester of college down in San Diego. He had made quite a few friends but no real close ones. Not that he cared. He pretty much stayed to himself and wasn’t concerned too much with how others saw him. Basically, he was comfortable in his own skin.

It was a Friday night in October and Greg was hanging out by himself in his dorm room, listening to Pearl Jam on his boombox when he heard the call coming from down the hallway.

“Party in room 216!” came the vaguely familiar voice. “Party in room 216! Everyone’s invited! Bring your own alcohol!”

What the hell, Greg thought to himself. He wasn’t doing anything anyway. And despite his anti-social tendencies, he did like to party. Quite a bit.

He grabbed a water bottle filled with Hawaiian Punch mixed with vodka from his hiding place in the closet and headed down the hallway.

He passed Kyle’s room on the way and stuck his head in. Kyle was the one person he’d connected with since school started and they hung out together pretty much all the time.

“Are you going to 216 for this party?” Greg asked.

“Nah, I’m going out with Carrie,” Kyle said.

“Have you heard anything about it?” Greg asked.

“Nope, not a thing,” Kyle replied. “I think it’s just a spur of the moment deal.”

“Cool,” Greg replied. “Catch you later. Have fun with Carrie.”

Kyle said he would and Greg continued on down the hall.

Because it was 7pm on a Friday night, the dorm was pretty empty. Most of the other young men were already out and about, getting drunk and hitting on whatever young women they could find.

Eventually Greg made his way to room 216. He knocked and was ushered in.

The small room was crowded, with about 20 of his fellow freshman—some with faces he recognized, some with ones he didn’t—sitting on the floor, cross-legged, most of whom had some kind of alcohol in their hand. The excitement was palpable, the room abuzz.

“What’s going on?” Greg asked, confused by the setup.

“Just sit down and get comfortable,” said a voice. He looked over towards the corner of the room and saw that the speaker was Seth Johnson, one of the inhabitants of room 216 and the craziest person he’d met so far. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Greg shrugged and sat down, taking a spot as far away as possible from the others, near the door. He didn’t take part in the limited conversation. He was content to watch the others. He’d always been more of an observer than a participant. That was just the way he rolled.

He took a sip of his drink and grimaced a bit as it went down. It was a strong-ass drink, with four full shots of vodka mixed in. A few drinks later, the bottle was half-empty and he was already starting to get a nice buzz going.

Five minutes later Seth nodded to Andy Leonard, his roommate, who was on the other side of the room. Andy nodded back, then turned and locked the door.

“Is everybody ready?” Seth asked, a wicked little grin on his face.


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