All Kinds of Sluts - My Filthy Sluts: Volumes 1-3 Read online

  The harder I fucked her the more noise she made, which quickly became a dangerous proposition for me. I loved hearing her squeal so much that it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her with all my energy, so lost in the moment that I was right on the verge of cumming.

  I quickly yanked my throbbing cock out of her pussy and gave it a couple of hard smacks to bring it back from the brink.

  Melanie was looking back at me with a huge smile on her face, giggling like a schoolgirl. She knew exactly what had just happened.

  “Pretty close, huh?” she said, taunting me. Not only did she like talking shit during actual intercourse, but she loved talking in between the deed. It never ended with her. Which is exactly why I liked her so much.

  “Nah, not really,” I lied, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing how close she came to making me cum in such a short time.

  “Yeah, right,” she said, not buying it one bit. “You were just moments away.”

  “No I wasn’t.”

  “Then why’d you pull out so quickly?”

  I shrugged, playing out the string, although I wasn’t really sure why. “I just felt like it.”

  “Then stick it back in,” Melanie said, smacking her pussy with her hand. When I didn’t put my cock back in her right away, she added, “Come on, what are you waiting for?”

  “In a minute,” I said.

  “See, I knew it,” she said. “If you stick your hard cock back in me right now you’ll cum within seconds.”

  “It isn’t that,” I lied again.

  “Then what is it?”

  “I just wanted to get something out of the way, that’s all. I don’t like having a debt over my head.”

  “What do you mean?” Melanie asked, looking genuinely confused.

  Instead of answering, I dropped down to my knees and buried my face in her ass.

  “Oh,” she said, groaning softly. “That’s right. I almost forget that you owed me that.”

  I started working her pussy with my tongue, licking it up and down a few times before sliding it deep inside her, tasting her sweet and salty muskiness, breathing it in, letting it engulf me. She reached down and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face deeper into her, practically smothering me, then bounced up and down, grinding on my face as little moans of exertion and joy escaped from her mouth.

  As I continued working Melanie’s pussy with my tongue, the amplitude and intensity of the sounds coming from her mouth increased. For as much as she enjoyed getting fucked, she loved getting her pussy eaten even more. Which meant she made even more noise, which turned me on even further. But luckily for me, while I was eating her out, there was absolutely no danger of me cumming, so I could do it all night long. And I often did.

  But not tonight. On this evening, I had other plans. Plans I’d been making for a while now, but so far had been unable to make good on, for fear of how Melanie would react. Tonight, however, I was ready to move, to turn up the heat a bit.

  I got my fingers into the act, slipping three of them into her pussy while I continued using my tongue on it, slurping up Melanie’s juices that were dripping from her as she continued moaning and groaning intensely.

  Banging away at her pussy with my fingers, I decided to make my move, lifting my head upward just a bit, running my tongue from the top of her pussy to her asshole.

  As my tongue made contact with her anus, she let out a groan like no other I’d heard from her before. It started off high-pitched like normal but quickly dove into a deep, guttural growl.

  Startled a bit by the new pitch in her voice, I glanced up the length of her body, my tongue leaving the surface of her asshole for just a moment. I wasn’t sure if her reaction was a good one of a bad one, but I quickly found out.

  “Do it again,” she said desperately. “Please do that again.”

  So I did, smiling as I went after her asshole with more vigor, licking and tonguing it while I continued hammering my fingers in and out of her pussy.

  Once her asshole was nice and wet and warmed up, I slid the tip of my tongue inside it, penetrating her anus just slightly. She let out another shriek and her entire body quivered and she pushed her ass back against my face.

  “Deeper,” she said between gasping breaths. “Stick your tongue deeper inside my asshole.”

  With pleasure, I thought to myself as I pressed my face further forward, forcing my tongue deeper inside her.

  Melanie got into the act too, reaching back to grab her asscheeks and spreading them wide, allowing me even deeper access to her asshole. I yanked my fingers out of her pussy to give myself a better angle to work with and then dove in with abandon, reaching under her body with my arms to grab ahold of her tits while I squished my face against her flesh as forcefully as I could.

  I held my tongue deep inside Melanie’s asshole for a full ten seconds, wiggling it around a bit and loosening it up for what I hoped was to come next.

  And sure enough, just seconds after I finally let my tongue slide out of her asshole, she turned her upper body towards me and looked at me with a mischievous grin.

  “Now that you got my asshole all nice and wet and loose, what are you going to do with it?” she said.

  “I don’t know,” I replied, returning her grin. I stood up so I was towering over her, my cock resting atop her perfect little ass. “What do you want me to do with it?”

  “I want you to stick your hard cock in it and fuck my ass until I cum,” Melanie said, her eyes full of need.

  “Is that right?” I said, just playing with her at this point.

  I love it when Melanie talked dirty to me and I always tried to get as many words out of her as I could, even at the expense of immediate gratification. After all, letting one’s excitement level get too high is a sure sign of a short session. The key lasting longer in bed is to maintain a lid on your excitement, to keep a handle on it, so to speak.

  Melanie nodded.

  “And what are you going to do for me if I give you what you want?” I said, grinding my hips slowly against her, my cock riding the crack of her ass and my balls pressing against her asshole.

  “Anything you want,” she said between deep breaths.

  “Anything?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.

  “Anything,” she repeated, more desperately this time. “Fuck my ass and I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “All right,” I said as I grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her asscheek a couple of times. “But I’m going to hold you to that, okay?”

  Biting down on her bottom lip, Melanie nodded.

  I stared down at her sexy face, made even more attractive by the desperation painted on it, and slid my cock into her asshole. My excitement level was off the charts, partially because of my cock in Melanie’s asshole, and partially because I had her thinking I was doing her a favor but giving her exactly what I had been seeking all along. It was the best of both worlds.

  At first, I didn’t even move. I was so fascinated by the look of my cock planted halfway in her ass all I could do was stare at it. Not to mention the fact that it felt like if I moved even a little bit I was going to cum instantly. Something about the psychological impact of fucking Melanie in the ass had me right at the point of orgasm. I figured it was the taboo as much as the physical sensation that was threatening to spill me over.

  Melanie sensed (not to mention, felt) my trepidation. She looked back at me and saw my face and uttered an evil-sounding laugh. “Is my tight little asshole too much for you to handle?” she said, gently taunting me. “Are you going to bust your load without even having the chance to fuck my ass proper?”

  I didn’t answer. It was taking all my concentration just to avoid doing exactly what she was talking about. Melanie’s asshole was so tight, and the pressure was so much more intense than vaginal sex—her sphincter muscles seemed to squeeze every part of my cock at the same time, providing constant stimulation—that I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out for. I f
elt like if I moved at all I was done for.

  And then she started slowly moving her ass back against me.

  “Holy fuck,” I groaned as she worked my cock deeper and deeper into her asshole.

  “Do you like that?” she asked. “Do you like the feel of your cock in my asshole?”

  “I fucking love it,” I said.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Melanie said. “So tight and tense and nasty.”

  This time I just nodded my head. I was afraid to speak.

  “Give it to me deeper,” she said. “I want to feel your cock deep in my asshole.”

  Figuring I didn’t have much time left anyway, I bit the bullet, pushing my hips forward, forcing my cock further into her asshole.

  Melanie let out a little gasp, followed by a low moan of pleasure. “Just like that,” she said softly, mostly to herself. “Fuck that tight asshole with that hard cock of yours.”

  My cock was working in and out of her asshole now, moving fairly quickly but not penetrating her too deeply. It was disappearing about halfway in before I was forced to pull it back out but the way things were going that was more than enough.

  Melanie had dropped her head to the bed, altering the angle of penetration a bit and giving an even better look at her ass.

  “Holy fucking shit,” she said, groaning with every thrust. Her breath was ragged and her voice was high pitched. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

  So I continued fucking her asshole at the same pace, a nice, solid rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, not too deep but not too shallow. I was ready to cum too but forced myself to hold out until she did. It was the least I could do. But she had to hurry.

  Luckily for me she did, cumming shortly afterwards, her entire body shaking as a high-pitched scream escaped from her throat.

  A few seconds later, I came too, pulling my cock out of her asshole and shooting my seed all over her back, drenching it in white, a couple of the bursts reaching her neck.

  “Goddamit that was fucking good,” Melanie said, flipping onto her back.

  “Hell yeah it was,” I said, dropping onto the bed next to her.

  “You liked it, huh?” she said.

  “I fucking loved it,” I replied. “I only wish I could have lasted longer with my cock in your ass.”

  “Next time,” she said, leaning over and giving me a kiss. “Next time I’ll get more warmed up before hand and get some lubed involved. That should loosen things up a bit and let you fuck my ass for a while longer before cumming all over me.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said, marveling once again at my luck in someone finding Melanie.

  “You ready for a shower?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Are you?”

  She nodded. We stood up.

  “Did you decide what you want me to do for forcing you to stick your cock in my ass?” Melanie asked as we made our way to the bathroom.

  “Actually, I did,” I said.

  “And what was it?”

  “You’ll find out after we get ourselves all cleaned up,” I said, flashing her a grin.

  “What about dinner?” she said.

  “That can wait.”

  “It’s that good, huh?” Melanie said, peering at me with one eyebrow raised.

  “Oh yeah,” I replied. “It’s a doozy.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  “Neither can I.”

  #####

  NEW YEAR’S EVE

  MY FILTHY SLUTS: VOLUME TWO

  I’m always on the road for work. Because of this, I’ve cultivated relationships with different women in all the various cities I visit on a regular basis. But on rare occasions, my work sends me somewhere new.

  Generally when I go someplace new, it’s a very short trip, so I just take the time to work and hang by myself. But sometimes, things work out perfectly, leaving me in a situation that I just can’t help but take advantage of.

  This was exactly what happened a couple weeks back. I got sent to Tampa, Florida for a few days.

  It was December 31st and I was at a work party at the building that held our offices downtown. The employees and I were watching TV, waiting for the Big Apple to drop in Times Square when I went down the elevator and out the front door to have a smoke. It was a few minutes until midnight and I was being stalked by my personal assistant for the week and I needed to get out of there before she cornered me at midnight.

  As soon as I lit up, the door behind me opened and a young woman walked out lighting a cigarette of her own. I’d seen her coming and going from the building a few times in the last couple days but didn’t know her name. We’d never even said hi to one another.

  I’d definitely noticed her though. At 5’9” tall and an athletic 135 pounds, with short brown hair with blonde highlights, the face of a model, a killer body and revealing outfits nearly every day, it was impossible not to.

  Tonight she was wearing a form-fitting little black dress that barely covered her ass and black knee-high boots. She looked fucking incredible and I couldn’t help but stare at her.

  When she caught me, I didn’t look away. I just smiled. Luckily, she smiled back.

  “You work here, don’t you?” she said. “Up on the fifth floor?”

  “Yes I do,” I said, surprised and a little excited that she’d taken the time to learn a little something about me. “What about you?”

  “I’m on the third floor,” she said, puffing on her cigarette. “I’m Eve.”

  I laughed and shook my head.

  “What?” she said, looking serious.

  “Oh, I thought you were joking,” I replied, forcing myself to stop laughing. But I couldn’t get rid of my grin. I was simply too buzzed.

  “Nope,” Eve said. “I’m dead serious.”

  “Imagine that, meeting a girl named Eve on New Year’s Eve.”

  “I’m not a girl,” she said, glaring at me with a hint of defiance but also a measure of playfulness. “I’m a woman.”

  “Fair enough,” I said, chuckling. “I’m Jesse.”

  “Nice to meet you, Jesse.”

  “Same here,” I said.

  “So, Jesse, what are you doing out here?” she asked me. “Don’t you have someone inside you want to kiss at midnight?”

  “Hell no,” I said, taking a hit off my smoke. “I’m running away from someone, actually.”

  “No shit?” she said. “Me too.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yep,” Eve said. “He’s my boss. He’s been trying to get me in a compromising position for almost a year now.”

  “That sucks,” I said.

  “It is what it is,” she said. “And it’s not like I dissuade it. As long as he thinks he has a shot he lets me do whatever I want.”

  I laughed and shook my head.

  “What?” she said. “If he’s gonna act like an ass I’m at least going to take advantage of it.”

  “No, no,” I said. “I hear you. It makes perfect sense.”

  “I think so too,” Eve said, taking another puff. “What about you? Who are you running from?”

  “My personal assistant,” I said. “She thinks it’s part of her job to make sure I’m happy all the time.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  “Not like that,” I said.

  “Oh, I get it,” Eve said. “She’s old, fat and ugly, right?”

  “Actually she’s a 21-year old former model from Sweden.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “I’m serious,” I said.

  Eve gave me a sideways look tinged with disappointment. “So you’re gay then?”

  I laughed. “Nope.”

  “Married? Girlfriend?”

  I shook my head.

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “It’s simple,” I said. “I don’t shit where I eat.”

  “Makes sense,” Eve said. “But what about in the same vicinity?” she continued, looking at me with one eyebrow raised.<
br />
  “What do you mean?” I asked, not wanting to be presumptuous.

  “Well, you don’t want to fuck someone that you work with, but what about someone who works in the same building?”

  “Hypothetically?” I said.

  “Of course,” she replied, smiling ruefully.

  I shrugged. “I don’t see a problem with that. Assuming there was someone at the building that was interested in me.”

  “And if there was?” she said.

  “Is there?”

  “Perhaps,” Eve said, her mouth turned up in a little grin. “Of course, she isn’t 21 any more, and she isn’t a Swedish supermodel, but she does know her way around the bedroom and she’s pretty damn hot to boot.”

  I dusted off the last of my cigarette and dropped the butt onto the ground and put it out with my foot. Then I took a couple of steps over towards her. “Are you saying you want to fuck me?”

  “That depends,” she said, leaning back, playing it cool.

  “On what?”

  “On whether or not you want to fuck me.”

  I looked her up and down. “Sure,” I said, trying to act serious but unable to hide my grin. “I’ve had worse.”

  “Oh, I’m sure you have,” she said, replying instantly, not wavering for a moment. “But I guarantee you’ve never had better.”

  “Is that right?”

  She nodded confidently. Then she grabbed my hand and led me back into the building. “Come on. I’ll prove it to you.”

  Five minutes later we were in my office with the door locked behind us while the New Year’s Eve party wound down a few doors down the hall.

  “So what do you think?” she said, hopping up on my desk. “Are you ready to tap this little ass of mine?”

  “Hell yes,” I said.

  “Good,” she said. “Because I sure as hell want to get me a piece of you. But before we get the dirty stuff, we have to have a little discussion first.”

  “About what?”

  “My preferences,” Eve said.

  “What about them?”