Megan Rose - Perverted Naughty Sluts - 16 Filthy Tales

Take anal sex, for example. Can you imagine asking someone you’ve been in a relationship with for ten years and haven’t ever gotten anything more risky than a blowjob from if you can stick your cock in their ass? Good luck with that. If you’re lucky they’ll just laugh or you and think you’re joking. Or maybe just look at you as if you’re crazy. And if you’re unlucky they’ll never look at you the same way again, or worse yet, kick you out of the house. It just isn’t worth the risk. Not by a long shot.

But me, if I feel like giving anal sex a try, all I have to do is make a phone call and ask to have a girl sent to me that loves taking it in the ass. No fuss, no hassle, no problem. Nothing beats it, I tell you. Well, I have been telling you, but nobody listens. Oh well, one day you’ll see the light. Until then, I’ll continue to regale you with tales of my own escapades. At least you can live vicariously through me instead of just groping around in the dark (although a few of you are probably doing that while living vicariously through me.) So without further ado, I give to a tale of anal sex, involving me and a hot, skinny, crazy girl who just loves it in the ass.

For those of you who were expecting something different, a relationship of some kind, or professions of love, or snuggling or cuddling or whatever, consider yourself warned. There’s none of that in here. Just hot, nasty (and in this case, anal) sex. For those of you haters who complain that the scenes are too short or there’s not enough plot or characterization, what can I say? The stories are what they are. Tales of sex with various escorts I’ve had the pleasure of hooking up with over the years. I’ve never claimed that these stories are anything other than what they are. If they’re not for you, I’m sorry. If they are, you’re welcome. I hope you enjoy reading them as much I enjoyed experiencing them. Here we go.

Not only am I in the mood for anal, I’m in the mood for some dirty, nasty anal. So when I make my phone call I tell the voice on the other side of the line that I’m looking for the dirtiest anal whore he can conjure up. The voice tells me they know just the girl, and that she’ll be right over.

Thirty minutes later there’s a knock on the door. I open it she walks in.

She’s wearing a tiny little neon pink red dress that barely covers her ass. No bra, revealing small, perky tits with firm nipples poking through the material. Her legs seen to go on forever; tan and skinny but well-defined, ending in 3-inch fuck-me heels. Short, disheveled blonde hair, barely down to her shoulders, blue eyes with a hint of crazy, ringed in black eye shadow. Small nose, thin lips with plenty of lipstick (the color matches her dress) and a look on her face that says she’s ready and willing to get nasty. A nasty anal whore, plain and simple, just like I asked for. She’s eyeing me like a piece of meat, her head tilted slightly and a tiny scowl on her lips.

My cock is rock-hard just looking at her. I pull it out and begin stroking it. That’s the beauty of hiring escorts; no need to mess around, talk things through, or waste any time. You both know what they’re here for; might as well take full advantage of your limited time and get right down to business.

She flashes a dirty little knowing smile then drops to her knees and starts crawling towards me, her ass up in the air, moving from side-to-side in exaggerated swivels, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. She stops a few feet away from where I’m standing and turns so she’s sitting on the floor, facing me.

She pulls her dress up and spreads her legs, revealing a little black g-string beneath. She throws her legs up and leans back and drags the g-string to the side and starts fingering her smoothly shaved pussy, rubbing it on the outside and then sticking her index and middle fingers inside. She doesn’t linger there long however, spending no more than a few seconds banging herself before pulling her fingers out and bringing them to her mouth, where she proceeds to suck on them, moaning slightly with pleasure.

She pops her fingers out of her mouth. They are glistening with her spit. She runs them down her leg but bypasses her pussy altogether, instead heading straight to her perfect little pink asshole. First to enter is her middle finger, which she sticks in just a bit, barely past her fingernail. Her index finger is closely behind, slipping into her asshole with ease. She plays with her asshole for a couple seconds, her fingers going in and out in a practiced rhythm, her eyes still locked on my face as she fucks herself.

“You like it when I finger my asshole?” she says.

I nod.

She smiles and throws her hair back then proceeds to fuck herself some more, her fingers pressing deeper into her asshole, all the way to the first knuckle. Her breathing grows more labored and she closes her eyes. She starts rubbing her clit with her other hand while her two fingers pump her asshole, moving in and out with increased rapidity. Her breathing turns to panting, and a few seconds later she lets out a low, intense groan. She pops her fingers out of her ass then slaps her pussy a couple times then slips out of her dress and panties and climbs back onto her hands and knees.

She crawls away from me, over towards the full-length mirror on the closet, her tiny little ass sticking out up, taunting me with its absolute perfection.

Once at the closet, she turns around so her ass is practically touching the mirror. She spreads her legs and pulls her panties down until they are stretched out just above her knees. She brings her hand to her mouth and sucks on all four fingers. Once they are coated with her saliva she runs her hand along her back and down her ass and plunges three fingers into her asshole. She gasps as all three fingers disappear into her, all the way down to the second knuckle. She turns her upper body until she is looking back into the mirror, so she can watch herself fuck her own asshole.

She works her fingers in there for a while, obviously enjoying herself, pretty much oblivious to my presence.

Time to remedy that.

I walk over towards her. She looks up just as I arrive, smiling nastily, and I realize she was playing with me the whole time, deliberately ignoring me to see how long it would take for me to take charge of the situation.

“So that’s how you want to play it,” I say, grabbing her by the hair.

I pull her to up until her head is on the same level as my cock.

“Open your mouth,” I say.

She does as she’s told. I stick my cock in her mouth and fuck her face, my hands controlling her head, moving it back and forth against my cock.

I force my cock deeper and deeper into her throat, halfway down the shaft, then three-quarters, and finally all the way to my balls. I hold her there, my entire cock down her throat, until she starts to gag and pull away. I let her go, my cock glistening with her saliva as it slips out of her mouth. She’s got spittle on her chin and it’s dripping down on to the carpet below.

I adjust my hands so only one is gripping her hair. I force her head down just a little and pull it towards me but this time I bypass my cock and stick my balls in her mouth.

She goes to work on my balls, licking them, sucking them, first one, then the other, then both at the same time. With my free hand I grab ahold of my cock and start jerking myself off while she sucks on my balls. I slap my cock against her face a couple times then pull her head back again.

She gathers up some saliva and spits on my cock and starts jerking me off. Her mascara is running down her face and mixing with her tears.

“You like being in control, huh?” she says, looking up at me. “Then take control, big boy. Show me what you’ve got.”