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KINKY EROTICA 4

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Scotty Diggler

Misty Rose

Taylor Jordan

Dirk Rockwell

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, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

POUNDING THE NEIGHBOR BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

BANGING MY ROOMMATE’S BOYFRIEND BY MISTY ROSE

SEDUCING THE SALESMAN BY TAYLOR JORDAN

WHAT SHE’S ALWAYS WANTED BY DIRK ROCKWELL

 

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POUNDING THE NEIGHBOR

SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

It was almost 8PM on February 14th when there was a knock on Scott Thompson’s door. He was on his couch, eating pizza and watching BOOGIE NIGHTS, just as he had every year for the last five years on Valentine’s Day.

He wasn’t expecting anyone; Scott rarely had visitors and they never came over unannounced. He just wasn’t that kind of kind guy and neither were any of his friends.

He wondered who it was. A neighbor, maybe, looking to borrow some eggs? Or someone with the wrong condo? Either way he wasn’t real interested in answering the door. He’d rather just stay here on the couch and pretend like he wasn’t home.

Then the knocking started again, more insistently this time, like the person on the other side of the door knew he was home. After another moment of hesitation Scott decided to be civil and see who was there. He paused the movie, climbed up off the couch and headed over to the door.

He opened it without bothering to look through the peephole, and standing there, much to his surprise (which he was careful to keep off his face) was Britney Stevenson. She was dressed in a sleeveless white tee shirt that covered her legs nearly down to her knees. But not even the loose-fitting clothes could mask her rocking body; she could make painter’s overalls look good. And the lack of a bra didn’t hurt her cause either. Her long black hair was mussed and she was wearing very little makeup, both of which suited her just fine.

“Hey there,” she said.

“What’s up?” Scott said, playing it cool despite the butterflies in his stomach. They hadn’t done more than briefly exchange pleasantries since their crazy New Year’s Eve and he’d convinced himself that it had been just a one-night stand, never to be repeated again. Now he wasn’t so sure. But he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions and he certainly didn’t allow his hopes to get too high.

“Not much,” Britney replied. “I was just hanging out by myself tonight and figured you would be too, you know, based on your aversion to holidays.”

“Well, you guessed right.”

“So . . . are you going to invite me in?”

“Sure,” he said. “Come on in.”

Scott held the door open and Britney walked past him. He watched her as he closed the door, slightly saddened to see that her ass was covered up by the T-shirt. At least her shapely legs were a nice consolation prize. She sat down on the lounge chair and folded her legs beneath her, revealing nothing but panties beneath her T-shirt.

“You want something to drink?” he asked. “A beer? Some wine?”

“No thanks,” she said. “I want to see how things go when we’re sober.”

Before Scott had a chance to contemplate the meaning of this, Britney had moved on.

 “Boogie Nights, huh?” she said, glancing towards the television. “Are you a P.T. Anderson fan?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. You ever see There Will Be Blood?”

“Only ten times,” Scott said as he sat down on the couch across from her. “It’s one of my 2 favorite movies of all-time.”

“And the other one?”

“No Country For Old Men.”

“Ahh, the Coen Brothers. Good stuff, good stuff. I had no idea you had such good taste in movies. I should have known, though. You have good taste in everything.”

Scott laughed softly. “Like you’d know.”

“I know you have good taste in music,” Britney said.

“How do you know that?”

“You were listening to The Mars Volta on New Year’s Eve.”

“You remember that?”

She tilted her head and flashed him a little smirk. “I remember everything about that night.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” she said, raising her eyebrows a couple of times.

Scott wasn’t sure what to make of this but he supposed it was a good thing. After all, if she had remembered everything and was coming back for more, that certainly couldn’t be bad.

“But, back to your tastes,” she said. “We’ve got movies and music out the way—two of the most important ones, the way I see it—but it doesn’t stop there. I can see you have good taste in pizza. Round Table is my favorite. You have good taste in beer. Blue Moon on New Years. And wine too; I can see Silver Oak in your kitchen. And you certainly have good taste in women.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Scott said, laughing softly. “I’ve had some pretty shitty relationships in the past.”

“I’m not talking about your past relationships. I’m talking about your present one.”

“With who?”

“Who do you think?” Britney said.

“You?”

“No, the other girl in your living room.”

“You call fucking two months ago and then not talking to each until right now a relationship?”

“According to the strict definition, yes,” Britney said. “Of course, it’s not a traditional relationship, but I was led to believe you weren’t a traditional type of guy.”

“Fair enough,” Scott said. “So what kind of a relationship is it?”

“The best kind,” she replied. “One where neither party has any commitment to the other. One where there’s no emotions involved, no messiness, no stupid shit. One that entails getting together every once in a while and fucking our brains out in crazy, filthy, animalistic ways, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober, sometimes high, depending on the day.”

Scott looked at her for a moment. He had to admit, it sounded like the perfect setup. He certainly didn’t have any desire to be in a “normal” relationship; he just didn’t think he’d ever find himself in one like Britney was spelling out.

“And that’s the kind of relationship you’re looking for?” he asked.

“I’m sure as hell not looking for love,” Britney said. “Are you?”

“Not at all.”

“Then what do you say? Do you think you can handle just having meaningless, casual, incredibly nasty sex with me on a semi-regular basis without any threat of a deep emotional connection?”

Scott pretended to think about it for a moment. “I think I could probably handle something like that.”

Smiling, Britney climbed up off the chair and started towards him. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said, looking up at her as she stopped right in front of him.

“Good,” Britney said. “Because I’m horny as hell.” She dropped to her knees and pushed his legs open and leaned in towards him and started undoing the button on his pants. Looking up at him with mock-innocence from down between his legs, she said, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” Scott said, lifting his butt up off the couch so she could slip the pants off his legs. His dick was already starting to get hard. It wasn’t quite standing at attention yet but it was getting there.

“Now that’s the Scott Stevenson I remember from New Year’s Eve,” Britney said, taking Scott’s cock in her hand and stroking it. “Such a nice big cock. Do you still remember what to do with it?”

“Oh, I think I can figure it out.”

Britney laughed. “I’m sure you can.” She wrapped her lips around his cock and took it halfway down before popping it back out again. “With something this beautiful, I’m sure you’ve had lots of practice.”

 She went back to work on his cock, mixing it up like a pro, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, playing with his balls, and taking it nearly all the way down her throat while maintaining eye contact the entire time. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with tons of spit; Britney obviously knew what she was doing down there.

After a couple minutes of blowing him, Britney leaned back and pulled her shirt off, revealing her perfect, perky tits. She took his cock and pressed it up against her chest, between her breasts, and proceeding to bounce on it, the saliva leftover from her blow job acting as a lubricant. Not quite a titty-fuck but it had the same effect. She was totally into it, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her eyes locked directly on his.

Scott wasn’t sure if it was the look of pure intensity Britney was giving him or simply the physical sensation of what she was doing to him, but it was getting him way too excited for his own good. He needed to find a way to give himself a little break.

He grabbed ahold of her hair and lifted her head up off his cock, leaned forward, and locked his mouth onto hers. She enthusiastically kissed him back, and soon they were exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy intensity.

Scott grabbed ahold of Britney’s left breast and gave it a squeeze, then ran his hand down her flat stomach and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.

He marveled at how quickly Britney’s panties soaked through. Ten seconds, maybe less, and they were completely drenched. It was becoming readily apparent to him that this girl truly was a freak. A sex machine. And for some reason she had chosen him to be her little playmate. He decided that he had to do everything in his power to make her happy. Pull out all the stops. Make sure he satisfied her enough to keep her coming back.

Scott grabbed her by the legs, picked her up, spun her around, and dropped her on the couch, facing him. He then dropped to his knees, slipped her panties off, spread her legs, and started eating her pussy. Britney let out a surprised little squeal which quickly turned into a giggle and then into a moan of pleasure as Scott started going at it more aggressively.

He grabbed her legs and threw them back towards her, lifting her hips up a bit to give himself a little more leverage. Britney, experienced slut that she was, hooked her arms around the back of her knees, holding them in place up by her head.

Scott started off slowly, licking around the outside of her pussy lips, teasing her, tempting her, taunting her. After getting her nice and wet he started in on the pussy proper, lapping at her inner sweetness by running his tongue up and down the length of her snatch, penetrating it only slightly at first, then more deeply, flicking his tongue in and out, back and forth, licking and sucking and burying his face inside her, constantly moving, mixing things up, keeping her on her toes.

Every once in a while he’d venture a glance up the length of her perfect body to see her face in various stages of enjoyment; sometimes eyes closed, sometimes head thrown back, sometimes squeezing or sucking her own nipples. One time he even noticed her right hand was around her throat and her face was red from choking herself.

Scott filed this little nugget away for later and went back to work, moving his tongue up to suck on her clit and sliding two fingers inside her pussy. He curled his fingers and started rubbing them back and forth, sticking them further and further inside her until he found the rough, pebbly surface of her G-spot.

Britney gasped and her eyes shot open. A look of pleasant surprise flashed across her face, and she appeared to briefly view Scott in a new light, but her face quickly turned into a mask of intense pleasure as the purely physical sensation overwhelmed her senses.

“Right there,” she said, her voice a deep, breathy whisper. “Right fucking there.”

Scott went after her G-spot with enthusiasm, applying more and more pressure to it as he rubbed his fingers back and forth inside her as quickly as he could. His cock was still sticking straight up; it was just as hard as it had been while Britney was sucking on it. Something about getting a girl off excited him just as much as a girl getting him off. It had always been that way for him.

Britney’s pussy was gushing now and she was bucking back against his hand with her whole body, allowing him deeper penetration into her pussy. But the angle was starting to burn in his forearm, causing him to slow the pace just a bit.

“Don’t stop,” she growled at him. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Smiling, Scott slid a third finger insider her, eliciting another gasp and more frenzied bucking from Britney.

“You like that, huh?” he said, climbing up alongside her to release some of the pressure on his wrist and allowing him to go after her with even more force. “You like my fingers inside you?”

Britney nodded. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed and her breath was growing ever more rapid as she rose towards orgasm.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Scott said, gently taunting her, relishing the power he had over her.

“I fucking love it,” Britney said. She was barely able to get the words out she was so worked up.

His smile growing wider, Scott slammed his fingers into her a few more times, until she was right on the verge of cumming. Then he gave her one final thrust of his fingers and held them there, deep inside her, filling up her pussy, pushing his fingers up against her as she squeezed her muscles against them.

Britney’s body started to shake and a low moan escaped from her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried as her body tensed, her pussy squeezing even tighter against his fingers for just a moment before releasing a flood of juices that ran over his hand and started down his arm.

Scott immediately started to go back to work on her with his fingers but Britney grabbed his arm and pulled it out of her. With her hand wrapped around his wrist, she brought his hand up to her face and stuck his fingers in her mouth. Her other hand ventured down to his cock and started slowly stroking it.

“Enough of the foreplay,” she said after licking his fingers clean of her juices. “I want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours.”

“Are you sure?” he said. “Because I can do this all night long.”

“Maybe some other time. Right now I need you inside of me.”

“If you insist,” Scott said. He threw her legs open and slid in between them. With his cock in hand, he guided it towards her snatch, pausing one last time to tease her for just a moment by slapping it against her pussy lips a couple of times before sticking it in.

Britney’s pussy was still soaking wet from before, allowing Scott’s cock to slide in with ease despite its size. She let out a long breath as he entered her, followed by a low moan of pleasure.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling his head down towards hers until their faces were mere inches apart. “I love having your cock inside me.”

They stayed like that for a little while, face-to-face, staring into each others eyes while Scott fucked her with long, slow strokes. Then they started to kiss, slowly and passionately at first, their tongues moving in each others mouths, exploring and tasting each other in ways they hadn’t done so yet, in ways that fucking each other didn’t allow.

In many ways, kissing was more intimate than having sex, and for Scott it was just as exciting, if not more so. He’d often found that making out and moving slowly against his partner was the surest way to arriving at orgasm more quickly than he wanted to. He’d learned that in order to last longer, he needed to fuck faster, harder, more aggressively. If things continued in the direction they were going he wouldn’t have much time until he was going to explode. And he didn’t want that. Not yet.

So he pulled his mouth away from Britney’s and leaned back and slid up onto his knees. He grabbed ahold of her legs and threw them up over his shoulders and started to pound away, his hips slamming down into her, his cock filling up her pussy, his balls slapping up against her asshole as he hammered away at her.

“Right there, right fucking there,” Britney said, her voice higher-pitched than usual and trembling with pleasure. “Pound me with that big fucking cock. Pound me!”

Scott loved hearing Britney talk dirty as he fucked her; loved it a little too much, in fact. Hearing her begging to get fucked was bringing him ever closer to orgasm, which was exactly what he was trying to avoid. But he wasn’t going to tell her to stop talking, no way in hell. So he decided he’d just have to get even more aggressive with her.

He yanked her legs down from around his shoulders and pushed them back and down towards her so her knees were pressed onto the couch, one on each side of her body, essentially folding her in half. Holding Britney’s legs in place, his body well above hers, Scott once again went to work, slamming into her with everything he had, his body working like a furious jackhammer, intent on only thing; fucking her into oblivion.

And it seemed to be working.

Britney’s face was a mask of pleasure, eyes rolling around and full of ecstasy, face red with exertion, mouth closed tight against a scream. Her hands were above her head, holding on to the edge of the couch for dear life, fingers gripping the material tightly enough to leave marks.

Scott let go of one of her legs and went to work on her breast, squeezing and groping and slapping it as he fucked her, getting Britney even more excited. Her hand flew down to her clit and started furiously rubbing away while her moans  and grunts grew louder and more insistent, practically animalistic.

Scott was totally into the moment, enjoying himself immensely, but still he wanted more. He wanted to push the envelope, see if he could take things are far as he thought he could, as far, indeed, as he thought Britney wanted him to go. From what he’d seen of her so far, she would have no problem with anything he did, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet. And he got the distinct feeling that she was looking for him to push her.

He decided to test his theory.

Remembering Britney’s hand around her own throat earlier, Scott released his hold on her breast and slid his right hand up her chest and towards her neck.

He gripped it softly at first, just to see how she’d react.

Scott was excited to see it was with a smile and a nasty little gleam in her eye. He squeezed a little harder. Her smile grew a little wider. This got him a little more excited, something he’d not thought possible. Time to turn things up a notch.

Scott shifted positions to give himself a better angle, adjusting so he was lying sideways on the couch with Britney alongside him, lying mostly on her back. Scott was partially on top of her, partially to her side. Britney’s left leg was pressed up against her body, his arm hooked around the back of it, pushing her knee up against her left breast. His right hand was gripping a fistful of her hair and his left hand was wrapped around her throat, choking her while he was fucking her.

Their faces were inches apart and they were staring at each other, eyes locked together. Britney was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.

Still fucking her with everything he had, Scott tightened his grasp on her throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Her face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.

He choked her for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before letting go of her throat.

Britney gulped in gasping breaths, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face in a rush. Once she’d regained her breath, she started bucking against him harder than before, obviously turned on by the experience.

She grabbed ahold of Scott’s hair and pulled his head down towards her. Then she craned her neck and stuck her tongue in his mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later she yanked his head back and relaxed her hold on his mouth. She pressed her forehead against his and stared directly into his eyes from mere centimeters away.

“Do it again,” she said, her voice pleading with need. “Please do it again.”

Smiling at her, taunting her again, he said, “You like that do you? You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you?”

“I love it,” Britney said. “I fucking love it. Do it again. Please?”

So Scott obliged, once again gripping her hair with one hand and her throat with the other. He hammered his cock into her pussy, tightening his grip on her throat with every thrust as she slammed her body back into his.

Just like before, he took Britney right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting him with desire. Scott pulled his cock out of her to give himself a little break. No need for it to get too excited. He was having too much fun to end this session anytime soon.

“You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?” he said.

“Not a little one,” Britney replied, grinning ferociously. “I’m a huge fucking slut.”

“Well then, Miss huge fucking slut. What else do you like?”

“I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” she said, moving her hand down to grab ahold of his throbbing cock. “The nastier the better.”

“Is that right?”

Britney bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.

Scott decided to see if she meant it.

He reared back and smacked her in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.

Her eyes lit up even further.

“Oh, you like that too, huh?” he said, his smile growing bigger.

Britney flashed an evil grin and nodded.

So Scott smacked her again, a little harder this time. Her grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.

He smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at her rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack she moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as he slapped her. She seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.

As usual, her excitement served to fuel his lust even more than fucking her had. He just couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was so hard it was painful, threatening to burst from its skin. It was time to finish her off. Or, more accurately, himself. At least for the time being.

Scott grabbed a handful of Britney’s hair and stood up, lifting her up with him. He spun her around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for him, beckoning, the perfect height for him to fuck her while standing.

He sidled up to her and slid his cock into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath he started slamming into her, long and deep and fast, his hands around her hips for balance.

Britney got into it too, bouncing her ass back into his hips with every thrust, allowing him to penetrate her deeper than he would have been able to on his own.

“Oh my god,” she said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like that, do you?” Scott said. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

“I love it,” she said, her voice nearly cracking. “I love it your cock inside me. Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

As it had all night, Britney’s talking fueled Scott’s excitement ever further. He  reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up towards his while still fucking her at a frenetic pace. He wrapped one hand around her throat and held her in place while letting the other arm slip down and grab ahold of her breast. Squeezing tight with both hands, he continued fucking her with everything he had, their bodies slamming up against each other, the room filling with grunts of exertion and pleasure.

After taking Britney nearly to the point of passing out once again, he released her throat, allowing her to breathe. As she was gasping for breath he climbed up onto the couch so his feet were alongside her body.  Squatting over Britney with his cock still inside her pussy, Scott pushed her shoulders down so her face was pressing up against the cushions of the couch and her ass was up in the air.

Leaning forward, he grabbed the back of the couch and used it for leverage as he proceeded to pound the shit out Britney, his hips slamming up against her ass, his balls slapping up against the underside of her snatch. He hammered her for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy opening up further and further, allowing him to explore new depths with every thrust, her perfect little pink asshole staring him in the face, beckoning him, begging to be played with.

But her asshole would have to wait for another time, as he was already on the verge of orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said quickly under his breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth Britney had pulled away from him and spun around and was sitting on the couch, her head in between his legs and at the same level as his cock. He remained standing on the couch as she began sucking his cock and jerking him off and then his body tensed up and he got right to that magical moment where the entire world was a blur and then there was a mighty release of tension and he was shooting his sperm right into Britney’s open mouth and all over her smiling face while she continued jerking him off until every last trace of cum had exited his body.

She used her hand to squeeze the final drops from his cock then wrapped her lips around it one last time for a brief post orgasm blow job that caused him to shimmy and shake and try to pull away but she wouldn’t let him.

Laughing, Britney finally released his cock and fell back onto the couch. Scott grabbed his shirt off the ground and tossed it to her.

She wiped the cum off her face and dropped the shirt to the ground then leaned back onto the couch.

“So what happens now?” Scott asked, sitting down next to her.

“What do you mean?”

“How are we going to work this little arrangement? Are we just going to get together whenever one of us feels like it, or what?”

“I was thinking of setting up a little bit of structure,” Britney said. “I figure we’ve only gotten together on holidays so far, so we might as well just continue on with that pattern.”

“Holidays only, huh?”

Britney nodded. “Hopefully if we set some rules limiting our interactions it’ll keep things interesting, help us avoid getting sick of each other.”

“And keep us from getting too close,” Scott added. “Help nip any emotional attachment in the bud.”

“Exactly,” Britney said. “Plus it’ll give us something to look forward to. A little extra treat on the holidays.”

“Give them a little bit of meaning,” Scott said with an ironic smile.

Britney laughed. “So? What do you think?”

“It sounds good to me,” he said. “At the very least it’ll keep things interesting.”

Britney ran her hand down Scott’s chest and grabbed ahold of his cock, which was still partially hard and growing harder at her touch.

“And speaking of interesting,” she said, a wicked little smirk on her face as she started slowly jerking him off. “I find the fact that you’re still apparently not all used up for the night pretty interesting.”

“Used up? Hell, I’ve barely even gotten started.”

“Is that right?”

He nodded. “I figure we’ve only got one night every month or so, we might as well make it count.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Britney said, standing up. “Do you mind if I jump in the shower before round two?”

“Only if you don’t mind having me in there with you,” Scott said as he climbed to his feet.

“I was counting on it,” Britney said.

Smiling, she grabbed ahold of his cock, which was once again standing at full attention, and started walking towards the bathroom, pulling him along with her.

 

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BANGING MY ROOMMATE’S BOYFRIEND

MISTY ROSE

 

I was sitting on the couch, drinking a glass of wine and playing with myself when the doorbell rang. I pulled my fingers of out my pussy, finished off my glass of wine and went over to answer the door. Looking in the peephole I saw that it was Karl, Penny’s boyfriend. Right on time.

Penny and Karl had been dating for almost a month now but this was the first time he’d been over to our place. She’d been trying him out, giving him a test run, to see what kind of a man he was.

Now that she felt comfortable with him, she’d decided that it was time for us to meet. Which was fine by me. If what she’d said about Karl was true, I was looking forward to being alone with him.

I opened the door. Karl looked surprised to see me. Or maybe he was just shocked at what I was wearing. It wasn’t much; a white t-shirt with no bra that showed off my firm, perky tits along with white panties and nothing else. My dark brown hair was done up in a ponytail and I wasn’t wearing anything on my feet. My nipples were hard and threatening to poke holes in my shirt from my solo activity before he’d shown up.

“Is Penny here?” Karl asked.

“She had to run out for a minute,” I replied. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable. She’ll be back in a little while.”

“Maybe I should come back when she’s here,” he said, his eyes checking me out from head to toe.

“Don’t be silly,” I said, holding the door open further. My arm was up high on the door, lifting my shirt up, showing off my flat, tan stomach and the bottom of my breast. “Grab a seat on the couch. I’ll get you a glass of wine.”

He deliberated for a moment then took a deep breath and walked through the door.

I went to the kitchen and refilled my glass and got him one.

When I came back he was on the couch, his legs slightly spread and his hands folded neatly on his lap. He was trying to hide the bulge in his pants but wasn’t having any success. I could see it from here. I smiled and handed him his glass.

“Thanks,” he said. “You’re her roommate, right?”

I nodded. “I’m Kendra. You’re Karl, I assume?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Pleased to meet you, Karl,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Likewise,” he said, shaking it.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” I said.

“I’ve heard a lot about you too,” he said. But it was a lie. I knew for a fact that Penny had hardly mentioned me to him.

I held out my glass towards him. “A toast,” I said. “To Penny’s luck at finding such a wonderful guy.”

He gave me a curious look but clinked glasses and took a sip of his wine.

I downed my glass in one gulp and set it on the table. Then I dropped down to my knees and crawled towards him. I spread his legs with my hands and moved in closer to him until my head was hovering right above his groin.

“What are you doing?” he said, laughing nervously under his breath and shifting his body.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I replied, running my fingers up his leg. I rubbed my hand along the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Penny was right, his dick was huge. “I’m going to suck your cock.”

He wiggled back as much as he could but didn’t make any other effort to get away. “I don’t know . . .”

“What’s wrong?” I said, acting all innocent. “You don’t like having your cock sucked?”

“No, it’s not that,” he said. “It’s just . . .”

“Just what?” I asked while I undid his zipper.

“What if Penny comes back,” he said but his tone was unconvincing. He wanted this, it was obvious.

“She won’t,” I said as I unfurled his monster cock from his pants. It was more than 7 inches long and was as thick as a police flashlight. Incredible.

He started to weakly protest again but shut up immediately as I took his cock in my mouth.

“Holy shit,” he said under his breath as I began to blow him, my lips moving up and down on his cock while my hand worked his shaft. He threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and dropped my head down a little bit and licked his shaft, from bottom to top, my tongue moving slowly while my other hand played with his balls. Then I took his cock in my mouth again and started going after it more aggressively.

He had a sudden bout of regret and tried to slide over to the side of the couch. “I can’t do this,” he said under his breath.

But I was having none of it. I maintained a tight grip on his cock and moved with him, laughing softly at his feeble attempts to get away. “It’s fine,” I said. “Really. You don’t have to pretend like you don’t want it. Penny won’t know.”

“But I will,” he said.

“So what?” I said. “Are you married to her yet?”

“No, but—”

“But nothing,” I said. “It’s just a little harmless fun.”

“I don’t know . . .” he said again. But again his tone wasn’t convincing at all. And he’d stopped trying to squirm away.

“Come on,” I said, looking up at him from behind his cock. “Don’t be so selfish. You have such a beautiful cock. It’s not fair that Penny should get it all to herself.”

He didn’t have any comeback so I figured he was over it.

“That’s better,” I said. “Now sit back and let me do my thing. I’m pretty good at it, you know.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he said.

I took that as my cue to continue, so I did.

I undid his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down until they were around his ankles, then popped his cock back into my mouth, taking it halfway down a couple of times to get myself warmed up, then took the whole thing in my mouth.

His cock was huge, bigger than anyone I’d ever deepthroated before, but I eventually got it all the way down. The tip pressed up against the back of my throat and the shaft filled me entirely, choking off my breath.

He muttered a wordless grunt as I held his cock deep in my throat for four, five, six seconds before pulling off with a gasp and a deep intake of breath.

“Goddammit,” he said, his voice soft and amazed.

“You like that?” I said, looking up at him, tears leaking out of my eyes, jerking him off the whole time I was talking to him. “You like it when I deepthroat that huge cock of yours?”

He nodded.

“Penny can’t do that to your cock, can she?”

He shook his head.

“I can do a whole lot of things Penny can’t do,” I said, “Or won’t do.”

“Like what?” he said, his reluctance completely gone now, having been taken over by the animalistic needs of his inner self.

“Like take it in the ass,” I said, still jerking him off.

“You like getting fucked in the ass?”

“I don’t like it, I said. “I love it.”

I could see him getting excited at the thought. And I could feel it too as it stiffened even further in my hand.

“And that’s not all,” I said, slapping his cock against my tongue a couple of times.

“What else do you like?” he said.

“I like getting slapped around,” I said. “I like it rough and intense, with lots of aggression. Slapping, choking, spitting, that sort of thing.”

“Is that right?”

I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded my head. Then I took his cock in my mouth and gave it a couple of good sucks before popping it back out.

“Is there anything else you like?” he said.

“The real question is whether or not there’s anything I don’t like,” I said.

“Is there?”

“Not that I’ve come across yet,” I said. “But of course, with you being Penny’s boyfriend and all . . .”

“Oh yeah, Penny,” he said as though he’d forgotten all about her.

And he probably had. I tend to have that effect on men. Especially when I had their cock in my mouth.

“So for now, you don’t get anything more than a blowjob,” I said. “Although, I might let you cum in my mouth if you ask real nice.”

“Can I please cum in your mouth,” he said, not missing a beat.

“Sure,” I said. “But we have to finish up here pretty quick. We wouldn’t want Penny walking in on us, now would we?”

He shook his head. “No we wouldn’t. So hurry up and get back to work.”

“Oh, and a little attitude to boot,” I said, smiling wickedly. “I like to see that in a man.”

“You do, huh?” he said, climbing to his feet. “What about men that take charge?”

“I like that too,” I said. “Especially when they fuck my face.”

“Well I think I can help you out there,” Karl said. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head up until it was right in front of his cock. “Open your mouth,” he said.

I did as I was told. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that,” he said. Then he stuck his cock into my mouth, pumping his hips back and forth violently, his hands on the back of my head, grabbing my hair, totally controlling me.

His huge cock filled up my mouth as he gave me the entire length of his shaft, making me gag, his balls slapping up against my chin, saliva leaking out of my mouth and down onto the carpet.

“Holy fucking shit,” he said, his thrusts growing more aggressive, more frenzied as he approached orgasm.

My hand had made its way down to my pussy and I was rubbing my clit, heightening the sensation for me. I loved having a cock in my mouth, but sometimes you need a little something extra on top of it.

He’d been fucking my face for a little more than a minute when his body tensed up and then released. He uttered something low and unintelligible as his cum exploded into the back of my mouth and down my throat.

It was a big load, worthy of his cock but I swallowed it down with ease while his cock was still in my mouth.

I pulled his cock out and licked the tip, getting him to shudder a bit, then reluctantly let his cock go.

“Well, what did you think?” I said, smiling up at him.

“I think you’re a fucking superstar,” he said.

I laughed. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Now pull your pants back up and make it look like nothing happened here,” I said as I climbed to my feet. “Penny will be back any minute.”

“Oh yeah, Penny,” he said for the second time on the evening. He pulled his pants up. “I almost forgot.”

“Not almost,” I said, heading for the hallway that led to my room. “You did forget. But you’d better keep her in mind and put me out of yours for the rest of the night, otherwise we’re both going to be in big trouble.”

“I hear that,” he said as zipped up his fly and buckled his belt. He grabbed what was left of his wine and sat down on the couch just as I disappeared into my room.

The sound of Penny’s keys entering the lock came less than a minute later. By this time she entered I was in the kitchen, working on fixing myself some dinner. I was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, showing no skin whatsoever.

“Hey Penny,” Karl said, standing up to meet her. His voice was a little shaky but otherwise he seemed to be acting pretty normal.

“Hi honey,” she replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late. I had to run to work to take care of something.”

“No problem,” Karl said.

“I hope Kendra didn’t treat you too rudely while I was gone,” Penny said, flashing a knowing smile over at me. “She can be a bit of a bitch sometimes.”

“Takes one to know one,” I said, shooting her the same smile right back.

“No, not at all,” Karl said. “She was very polite.”

“Polite, huh?” Penny said, her smile changing to something else. “That’s not like you, Kendra. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” I replied. “He seems like a nice guy. I didn’t want to scare him off, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” she said dismissively. Then, to Karl, “Are you ready to go?”

“Whenever you are,” he said, standing up.

“See you later,” Penny said to me as they made their way to the door.

“Bye,” I replied. The door closed and they were gone.


#


I was sitting on the couch watching a movie and into my sixth glass of wine when Penny made it home around midnight.

“So how did it go?” I said.

“Pretty well,” Penny said, grabbing my glass and drinking from it. “He was a little distracted, but that was to be expected.”

“You can’t really blame him,” I said. “After all, he’s probably never got a blow job from his girlfriend’s roommate before, especially right before he went on a date.”

“I seriously doubt that he has,” Penny said, not phased in the least at what had come out of my mouth. Nor should she have been. The whole thing had been her idea, after all. “So how was he?”

“He was pretty good,” I replied. “A nice huge cock, just like you said. But he didn’t really last all that long.”

“Yeah, it’s funny, he can go all night when he’s been drinking,” Penny said. “But when he’s sober he can get a little too excited too soon.”

“Then I guess we’d better make sure we get him drunk before we jump his bones next time,” I said. “We want to make the night last, right?”

“For sure,” Penny replied, smiling as she laid her head on my shoulder.

I grabbed the wine glass from her and finished it. Then I climbed to my feet and help out my hand.

“Are you ready for a nightcap?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” she said, grabbing my hand.

I helped her out of the couch and led her into the back room, where our vast array of toys were waiting.

Don’t get me wrong, boys are nice, but girls always know how to please each other. And Penny and I had lots of experience. After all, that’s what roommates are for.

 

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SEDUCING THE SALESMAN

TAYLOR JORDAN

 

Emma comes back after a long, hard day at work horny as hell, so as soon she gets home she goes into her bedroom closet and pulls out a dildo, one of the bigger ones she owns, twelve inches long and nearly the width of a soda can.

Within seconds she’s fully naked and going to town on the dildo, ramming it down her throat, making herself gag, coughing and slurping sounds coming from her mouth. Saliva is getting everywhere, coating the dildo, dripping down her chin, her chest, getting on her tits.

With one hand still gripping the dildo, Emma uses her free hand to bang herself, sliding two fingers inside her pussy and working them around inside, adding a third finger as she gets warmed up, then a fourth.

After forcing herself to deepthroat the dildo for a full five seconds while all four fingers are jammed deep in her pussy, Emma’s ready to move on.

She slides the dildo from her throat, leaving it coated with her saliva, and yanks her fingers out of her pussy and switches her hands, licking her pussy juices off her fingers while slipping the dildo inside her dripping wet snatch.

Once her fingers are licked clean, she returns that hand to the dildo too, allowing her to use both hands to slam it in and out of her pussy, forcing it as deep as it will go and banging away at warp speed.

Half a minute later Emma lets out a low groan of pleasure and bites down on her bottom lip as an orgasm rips through her, making her body shake and her pussy squirt, leaving a mess of her juices on the bed.

“Holy fucking shit,” Emma says aloud as she cums, her breath ragged and her hair covering her face.

But she’s not done, not by a longshot. She’s still wound up way too tight to quit after just one orgasm.

Emma is just about to get to work on herself again when the doorbell rings.

Cursing aloud, she tells herself not to answer the door. But then there’s another ring, followed by a knock.

“What the hell,” she says aloud. She pulls the dildo out of her pussy and drops it onto the covers of her bed. Climbing to her feet, she leaves her room and heads towards the front door, not even bothering to put her clothes back on.

Once at the door, she peeks out the peephole.

It’s a young man, no more than twenty years old, wearing a white short sleeve shirt, a black tie, and blue jeans. He’s pretty cute, with short dark hair and a decent face and a nice body. He’s got a small stack of papers in his hand and a little book.

It appears as though he’s either selling something or going door-to-door to talk about religion. Either way, Emma doesn’t give a shit. She’s going to use him for her own means.

Smiling wryly, completely naked and not trying to hide herself in any way, she opens the door wide.

The young man’s jaw drops.

“What’s the matter,” Emma says. “Never seen a naked woman before?”

His mouth moves up and down but he doesn’t say anything.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” she says, grabbing his tie and using it to roughly pull him inside. “Get your cute little ass in here.”

“But, but, but,” the young man stammers as she slams the door behind them.

Emma shuts him up by leaning forward and sliding her tongue into his mouth.

There’s a little bit of resistance at first, but it isn’t long before the young man is returning her kiss, albeit a little awkwardly. It’s obvious he doesn’t have much experience in this sort of thing. But that’s okay. Emma has more than enough for both of them.

She breaks off the kiss and grabs ahold of his tie once again and pulls him towards her, until their faces are practically touching.

Staring directly into his eyes, she says, “You arrived at a very opportune time, do you know that?”

The young man shakes his head from side to side.

“Well, you did,” Emma says. “Because I was just starting to masturbate, and once I get started, I can’t stop until I’m completely satisfied. And that takes quite a long time. Do you know what that means?”

Again the young man shakes his head. It appears that he’s having trouble processing the situation. Which, again, is fine with her.

“That means that you’re going to have to hang around for a while and help me get off,” she says. “Is that okay with you?”

This time, he nods.

“Good,” Emma says, smiling widely. She takes his hand and turns around and starts walking towards her room, leading him along.

“What’s your name?” she asks, turning back to peek at him for a moment. She doesn’t really care what his name is but figures it will make him uncomfortable to hear her talking dirty to him, especially if she calls him by his name, and that’s a big part of the fun here today, to make this young man uncomfortable while she uses him for her own means.

“Scotty,” he eventually manages.

“Hello Scotty, I’m Emma. Pleased to meet you.”

“You too,” Scotty says.

“Have you ever done anything like this before, Scotty?” Emma asks as they reach her bedroom.

Scotty shakes his head from side to side. “No.”

“That’s okay,” she says, turning him around so his back is to the bed. She turns around so she’s facing him head-on. “Because I have.”

Emma gives Scotty a two-handed shove, pushing him onto the bed, his back to the covers and his face towards the ceiling.

“So just sit back and do as you’re told and I promise you’ll enjoy yourself more than you ever have in your life,” she says.

“Okay,” Scotty replies.

Smiling, Emma yanks off his shoes, then his socks. Leaning forward she undoes his belt, then his zipper, then pulls his pants and boxers off.

“Oh my,” she says, catching a glimpse of his hard cock for the first time. It’s sticking straight up and is a good eight inches long and pretty damn thick. “That’s a bonus.”

And with that, Emma goes to work on Scotty’s cock, sucking it and jerking him off at the same time, getting his hard cock nice and wet and slippery.

“Holy shit,” Scotty says in a soft voice as Emma blows him like a pro, changing up the depth and pressure continuously, maintaining eye contact, and getting him more and more excited with every passing second.

She doesn’t want to get him too excited, however, so she slows things down a bit, giving Scotty a chance to recover.

Slapping his hard cock against her tits while looking straight at him, Emma says, “So what do you think so far, Scotty? Is it turning out to be a good day for you?”

“The best,” Scotty says, smiling goofily.

“Yeah, I thought so,” she says, smacking his cock against her cheek, then her tongue, but not closing her lips around it. “You picked the right time to come knocking on my door, that’s for sure.”

She sticks the head of his cock between her lips and gives it a good, hard suck before popping it out of her mouth.

Scotty shivers and makes a pathetic little moaning sound.

Emma laughs. But she can tell from the look on Scotty’s face that he doesn’t have much time before he’s going to cum, so she knows she has to get a move on if she wants to take care of herself before he’s finished.

With this in mind, she climbs up onto the bed and straddles Scotty. She grabs ahold of his hard cock and holds up straight up, then drops her pussy onto it, sliding it inside her snatch, impaling herself.

“Holy shit,” Scotty says between gritted teeth as Emma starts to bounce atop his cock, riding it like a cowgirl, going like a maniac right from the get-go.

“You like that, don’t you?” Emma says, throwing her hair back to give Scotty a good look at her as she smiles down at him, looking him directly in the eyes. “You like it when I hammer down on your cock like that?”

Scotty nods. He’s breathing hard and his face is screwed up in a mask of concentration. Emma’s seen that look many times before and realizes she has even less time than she thought before he’s going to shoot his load.

She starts hammering down on him more aggressively than ever, driving him into the bed hard enough that he’s flinching with every thrust. His cock is deep inside her, pressing against her insides in places that other men rarely can, getting her more and more excited, but still it isn’t enough. She simply needs more time before she cums and it doesn’t look like Scotty is going to make it for more than a few more seconds.

Emma grabs Scotty’s arms and places his hands on her tits, giving him something else to think about besides cumming while also giving her something else to get off on.

“Squeeze them,” Emma says, pounding down onto him with everything she has. His cock is filling her up, pressing against her vaginal walls and getting her closer and closer to orgasm.

Scotty obliges, gripping her tits more tightly. But not tight enough.

“Harder,” Emma says. “I can take it. You’re not going to hurt me.”

So Scotty does, squeezing them with the serious force.

It’s exactly what Emma needs, and she uses it to cum, slamming her ass down onto his cock a few more times before letting out a low groan as the orgasm washes over her, sending juices squirting out of her pussy and all over his cock, drenching it even further.

Her orgasm arrives just in time too, as no more than five seconds after it passes, Scotty mumbles, “Oh shit, oh shit,” under his breath.

“Are you going to cum?” Emma asks, still hammering away at him.

Scotty nods emphatically. His face is red and his lips are pressed tightly together.

Emma scrambles off him and drops down and takes Scotty’s cock in her mouth. She sucks on it, bouncing her head up and down, working the tip with her lips and tongue while her hands jerks off his shaft, tasting herself (and loving it!) the entire time.

Scotty lets out a soft little sound and Emma slips his cock out of her mouth at the last second while still jerking him off. He releases his seed with his cock sticking straight up in the air, sending it shooting from the tip of his cock towards the ceiling in ever-decreasing spurts.

Emma wears some of his cum on her chest and stomach, but most of it ends up on the bed or Scotty’s chest after gravity gets ahold of it. She jerks him off until every last drop of his cum has escaped, then leans forward and sucks on the tip of his cock one last time, extracting everything he has.

Only once Scotty is shivering from the sensation does Emma let go of his cock with her mouth, releasing it with a pop.

Laughing softly, Scotty looks at her and shakes his head. “Wow,” he says.

Smiling back at him, Emma says, “You liked that, did you?”

“It was amazing,” he says.

“Why thank you,” Emma says, climbing to her feet. She offers her hand to Scotty, who takes it. She then pulls him to his feet also and leads him back towards the living room, pausing only to grab the rest of his clothes off the floor.

You were amazing,” Scotty says, clearing basking the afterglow of an orgasm.

“I wish I could say the same about the you,” Emma says as she opens the door and shoves him onto the porch, tossing his clothes out there with him.

As Scotty covers himself up in embarrassment and surprise, Emma laughs and shuts the door on him, then locks it, just in case. Using the peephole once again, she peeks outside, still chuckling under her breath as Scotty quickly climbs into his pants, gathers himself, and walks off the porch and down the walkway, looking back once before making his way onto the sidewalk.

Emma’s laugh trails off and she heads back to her bedroom. Scotty was a nice little diversion, but she still isn’t anywhere close to satiated. Without so much as a pause for breath, she grabs the dildo from off her bed and goes back to work on herself. Maybe in an hour or so she’ll be worn out, but if not, there are plenty of people she can call to come over and help her finish the job. She’ll just have to wait and see.


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