Megan Rose - Perverted Naughty Sluts - 16 Filthy Tales

I responded by going after her tits with more vigor, squeezing them tighter and tweaking her nipples with my fingertips.

From there she upped the ante, breaking off the kiss and leaning back, allowing her to bounce up and down and my cock more forcefully.

I replied by rubbing her clit with my fingers.

It went on like this for a while, each of us trying to outdo the other. She would lean back, changing the angle of penetration and I would grab her asscheeks and spread them wide to allow my cock deeper entry inside of her. She would reach back and fondle my balls and I would grab ahold of her hair and give it a yank. She would lean forward and put her hands on my chest to give herself more leverage and I would rise up and take her nipple in my mouth and chew on it.

We continued like this for a few minutes before I’d had enough. I felt like I was going to burst at the seams. It was time to take control and finish Eve off, once and for all.

Without saying a word, I wrapped one arm around her waist and held her chest tight against mine, then climbed to my feet.

As Eve giggled, I stood up, turned around, and dropped her onto the couch, falling atop her, my cock remaining inside her pussy the entire time.

She let out a sharp gasp as I slammed my cock into her, not holding back at all as I entered the final stretch. I was leaning into her, my hands gripping the back of the couch for leverage.

“Harder,” Eve said in between gasping breaths. “Fuck me harder. I can take it.”

So I do, fucking her with the whole length of my shaft, giving it to her balls deep, punctuating each thrust by holding my cock deep in her pussy for a second or two before pulling it back it to slam it back into her again.

“There you go,” Eve said. “Give it to me deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of your cock.”

I shifted my body to give myself more leverage and pushed even harder, shoving my cock as deep as it would go. Eve let out a loud yelp followed by a series of low moans, then pushed back against me, forcing me even deeper inside her.

I held my cock there, all the way inside her, our bodies grinding against each other, for a good five seconds before she yanked her body back, pulling my cock out of her pussy.

Eve’s hand flew down to her clit and she started rubbing it vigorously, groaning more loudly with every passing second until she came again, her pussy squirting juices as her legs shivered.

I barely gave her a chance to recover before sliding my cock back inside her. I grabbed her ankles and shoved her legs back towards her head, folding her in half. Holding her ankles next to her head, I pounded her pussy with everything I had, grunting with every thrust, my body slamming into hers hard enough to make the entire couch move.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Eve screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I slammed into her harder, crushing her, trying to break her in two. She was holding her own legs back now, so I climbed up onto the couch, giving myself even more leverage over her.

Time seemed to stretch as I fucked her like a madman, slamming my cock as deep as it would go, my face right above hers. I was staring down at her and she staring right back at me, holding my gaze, her eyes conveying her pleasure more concisely than words ever could.

It was this excitement in her eyes that put me over the edge.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath.

“Are you gonna cum?” Eve said, barely able to speak between gasping breaths.

I nodded.

“Cum inside me,” she said, still staring directly at me. “I want you to fill me up.”

I couldn’t turn down a request like that, so I hammered my cock into her a few more times before my body tightened for a split-second before releasing, the built-up pressure leaving my body in a series of jerking spasms, my cock thrusting into her multiple times as I shot my load into her pussy.

After I was done, I climbed up onto the couch and flopped down next to Eve.

“Well, what do you think?” she said, turning towards me, her hair mussed up, her makeup spotty and her face still red from exertion.

“I think you’re amazing,” I said.

“Yeah, you’re not too bad yourself,” she replied.

“Thanks,” I said. “But I can’t say it was my best performance.”

“That’s okay, it wasn’t mine either. But considering it was our first time together, it was a pretty solid session.”

“Yes it was.”

“Of course, it’ll be even better next time,” Eve said, smiling at me.

“It most certainly will,” I replied, returning her grin.

Eve hopped off the couch and gathered her clothes and started putting on her bra. “Well, I should get back before I’m missed,” she said.

“So should I,” I replied, standing up too. But instead of putting my clothes on, I reached out and undid her bra.

“What are you doing?” Eve said, pretending to sound confused, but her tone and the look on her face betrayed the truth.

“You know exactly what I’m doing,” I said, spinning her around and pressing her face-up against the wall.

“Are you ready to go again already?”

“Yep,” I said, kissing her neck and pressing my body up against her ass. “I can go all night long.”

“No shit?”

“No shit,” I said as I slid my hand down her stomach and started rubbing her pussy.

“Damn,” Eve said, letting out a little groan. “Where have you been my whole life?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’m here now.”

Smiling, I went back to work. In the back of my mind I was thinking I’d have to make sure I made my way back to Phoenix a couple times a year. I couldn’t let a girl like Eve go to waste. I’d just found a new filthy slut.

Sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don’t. That’s the essence of life, right? Sometimes you want one thing and sometimes another. Whether it’s food or alcohol or music or television, you’re always in the mood for different things, right? Why should sex be any different? I mean, seriously, think about how many poor souls out there have the same exact sex they’ve been having for years? More than want to admit it, no doubt. And why? Because they’re afraid their partner is going to get pissed if they ask them to try something different? Or they’re afraid of what it will lead to if their partner isn’t on board? Or the embarrassment their partner might make them feel the next morning if things don’t turn out the way they’d hoped?

Most couples have enough problems communicating on regular, everyday, out-in-the-open things. How the hell do they expect to communicate when it comes to sex? And if one is a prude, or has low self-esteem in the bedroom, or is just plain too busy to have enough energy for sex? What then? Ho-hum, another couple minutes of missionary position and then let’s go to sleep, that’s what.

But not me. No way, no how. I get what I want, when I want it, and how I want it. How, you may ask? Well, I pay for it, that’s how. And before you go yelling at me about the ethics of paying for sex, first of all, I ask, why the fuck do you care about how I live my life? And second, I’ll tell you that everyone pays for sex in one way or another. Whether it be by paying for dinner or the movies or rent or even in just emotional currency, the fact is, everyone pays. That I pay cash by the hour is really no different than how everyone pays for it. But you know what is different? I get my money’s worth. Every time.

And if I feel like something specific that day—say, a tall leggy blonde who enjoys sucking cock—all I have to do is tell the person on the other end of the line what I’m looking for. And I get it. Just like that. Pretty cool if you ask me. No awkward pauses, no looking for a way to broach difficult subjects, no opening yourself up to embarrassment from the person you’re asking to try something different. I honestly don’t understand why more people don’t go this route. You get a hot chick, exactly how you want her to look, and you get to do exactly what you want to do to her in the manner in which you choose. What more could you possibly ask for?