All Kinds of Sluts - My Filthy Sluts: Volumes 1-3 (3 page)

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
felt 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.

“
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?”

“
I’m not one to take
things easy,” she said.

“
Is that right?” I asked,
intrigued.

“
Yep,” she replied. “I’m
not afraid to get a little freaky. Even on the first night. Is that
okay with you?”

“
It’s more than okay,” I
said. “I think it’s great.”

“
You like getting freaky
too?” she said.

“
Hell yeah,” I replied.
“Life’s too short for boring sex.”

“
That’s what I’m talking
about,” Eve said. “Of course, I’m not just going to sit back and
let you take charge the whole night either,” she said. “I’m prone
to bouts of control every once in a while.”

“
Sounds good to me,” I
said.

“
Are you sure? Lots of men
say that but once it gets down to it they start freaking out when I
take charge.”

“
Not me,” I said. “I’m
totally into that kind of thing.”

“
No shit?”

“
No shit.” I
said.

“
Huh,” she said, looking
at me sideways.

“
What?” I said, even
though I knew exactly what she was thinking. What all women thought
when they first looked at me. That I’m just a boring, regular old
businessman.

“
Nothing,” Eve said. “It’s
just, you don’t really look like the freaky type.”

“
That’s funny,” I said.
“Because I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

“
Yeah, I don’t really look
like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”

“
Not at all.”