9 comments/ 68890 views/ 23 favorites Filthy By: gimmie_your_load I'm on my knees. The floor is covered with a mixture of beer, peanut shells, and slush, which clings to my shins and stains my plaid skirt's hem. With every thrust of the man currently pounding my loose, bruised lips, the back of my head bumps against the wood-panelled wall. I do not even gag anymore as his cock's head slams into my battered throat, filling my airway, and causing my nostrils to flare wide in search of fresh air. As his cock recedes from my throat on his backstroke, I re-discover that there is no fresh air to be had in this place; only the scent of men, booze, and sex. I drink it all in lustfully, and rejuvenated, I begin to push my head forward in time with his ragged thrusts, trying to force him deeper into my throat, moaning with joy as my cum-encrusted eyelids flutter while I attempt to look up into his eyes. Despite my best efforts to make eye contact, my lover is not aware of my attempt, his head is thrown back, his mouth open, making a sound like a mixture of gasping for air, and roaring with pleasure. Without delay, I feel my mouth suddenly fill with salty, thick, choking cum. His cock unleashes like a cannon, blowing an entire sack-full of cum into my mouth in one mighty blast. I gag involuntarily on the thick and chunky texture of his cum, a result of a diet consisting of little more than meat and beer. I struggle to force my raw throat to accept his glorious offering, and am rewarded for my efforts with a gut-wracking heave as my stomach attempts to reject the sheer volume of cum I have guzzled down so far that evening. I manage to quell my momentary nausea, and force a smile to my lips as my erstwhile companion squeezes the last drops of cum out of his cock and smears it onto my face. The meagre remains mingle with the globs of cum already coating my face, from forehead to chin. With a nod of my head, I motion forward the next in line, a slender man who has been stroking his smallish cock while watching me work. I can tell from his beet red face that he is not going to even make it to my mouth before he cums, and in response I tilt my head back and open my mouth as wide as I can. My jaw aches with the strain of opening this far, and my lips protest in pain as well. I close my one un-glued eye tightly as I feel his surge of cum jet onto my face, over-shooting my mouth at first to plaster over my nostrils. I feel bubbles form as I breath out, forcing some of the cum to trickle down into my waiting mouth. His remaining few spurts land mostly in my open hole, while some of it splatters my chin and lips. I reach out my long tongue and scoop what I can of the cum into my mouth, swallowing yet another load. As I begin to re-open my usable eye, I am assailed with several blasts of cum, from either side of my face. I start in surprise as the man on my right unleashes a rocket into my cheek, that bounces off to flow down onto my shoulder and neck. My grin spreads ear to ear as I feel cum smacking my face from both sides, liberally re-coating my face in thick, oozing cum. I feel it drip from my face onto my chest, matching it with the already copious amounts of cum, and involuntarily spewed saliva from my earlier brutal face fucking. Most of the men had just returned from nearly a week in the woods, and were working off all of their pent up sexual aggression on me. That meant I would be very sore the next day, but I didn't mind, as I was after all here to provide a service. I came to this place by unexpected means. Tired of my job, and bored with the day to day blah of my normal life, I had responded to a vague add on the internet. "Woman Wanted: To provide stress relief to lumber industry workers in northern Quebec." Although I at first passed over the ad without a second thought, that night in my sleep I had an intense dream about a multitude of big, hairy, powerful men, all using my as their personal cum dumpster. I awoke sweating, and in the midst of a powerful orgasm. The next morning at 7am I sent an email to the address, putting my offered services in writing, and asking what compensation I would receive. Over a period of three days, we hammered out an agreement, from my expected working hours, to my agreed upon per-customer rate. I would receive free lodgings and food, and travel between three different lumber camps. This agreement left me as the sole provider of sexual relief to over 300 men, and I couldn't have been more ecstatic as I boarded the tiny bush plane on my way out for the first time. While officially on sabbatical from work, I couldn't imagine myself every going back to that dreary existence. My first night on the job I met my two full time companions who would travel with me from camp to camp, providing me with security, and handling all payments from customers. The two big burly men were actually my first "customers" although in all the time I spent in the camp, they never once had to pay for their daily "service". I got to know their large tools intimately, and from the two of them alone, I must have drained several hundred loads during my time in the camps. It was common for me to suck their cocks first thing every morning to warm up my throat for the day ahead, and often I would play with their dicks for fun while we travelled from one camp to another. They were absolutely nothing but kind to me, and we had a wonderful working relationship. They even rubbed my back, and feet, and helped me clean myself up at night after work So night after night, I found myself being plastered with cum, and swallowing so much man-milk that I sometimes got stomach cramps. The pay was incredible. I fully expected to pay off all of my school debts, and have enough money for a down payment on a house by the time I was finished at the camps. Even more than the money though, I LOVED my job. Sure there were days I felt under the weather, or in the mood for a little me-time. And sometimes I took nights off to just veg and relax... although when I did, I normally paid for it the next day, when the extra horny men, spurned the night before, came back for second and third shots at my mouth. But for the most part, I enjoyed every second of the duck sucking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, face blasting job. I mean I was GOOD at it, and took pride in my work. No man left unsatisfied, and often I had guys give me tips, propose marriage, or try to hire me for "private time" as a result of my skills. I felt empowered, and in control of my own destiny. Today, as I find myself, bruises, sore throat, and aching jaw, on the filthy floor of the bar where I worked, it is my last night at the camps. While I normally tried to avoid any disfiguring marks on my face while I worked, since I would have to work the next day, today, for my big send off, I had told the boys to go nuts. I had been on my knees since noon, sucking cock after cock for nearly ten hours, and the line seemed nowhere near the end. Wearing nothing but a slutty little plaid skirt, and with my hands tied behind my back with a silk scarf, every man in the camp, and even a few who flew in from others for the occasion, took his turn fucking my mouth at his own pace. I took dick after dick down my throat, ranging in size from some so thick I could only fit the head in, guys so long they weren't able to get their full length down my bulging throat, to guys who were so small they didn't even reach my throat. I loved each and every one, and especially the nice thick, wet loads they gave me. While I knew that I would miss my job, the memory of this night would stick with my for a long time, and even better than the memories, the entire night was recorded by my faithful guards in pictures and film. I would later marvel at how my entire body seemed to shine with cum, a thick glaze that covered me head to toe, matting my hair to my scalp with its weight and slickness. A constant smile plastered my face through out, whenever there wasn't a dick filling my mouth that is. "Filthy Lucia's Last Night" would certainly be an event to remember for those involved. At the end of the night, we took extra care to record every second of my last cock in the camps. It was one of my guards, and I took my time with him, using my hands freely, putting on a show for those guys remaining at 3am. I swirled my tongue on his head, and deep-throated him despite my sore face and mouth, wanting to properly thank him for everything he had done for me. A few of the guys watching even jerked off one last time while I worked, and added what remained of their cum to me face while I continued my work, never missing a beat. When I finally allowed him to cum, I took it all into my waiting mouth, and showed off the load for several minutes to the camera, gargling, swishing, and otherwise playing with it until I finally sent it all down to my belly. The next morning, as I neared my bush plane home, I found presents awaiting me at the airstrip. Flowers, flown in at huge expense, garnished the lavish gifts, ranging from expensive perfumes, dresses, and shoes to personalized jewellery and hand-made wood carvings. My absolute favourite gift was a three foot tall, beautifully ornate wooden trophy, with the words "Filthy Lucia: World's Best Cock Sucker" burned into the base. With unhidden tears of both joy and sorrow that I was moving on, I hugged the few guys who came to see me off, and boarded the plane. As I waved to the guys while the plane took off, I pondered what was next for me, and what I would do now to fulfil my desires for filthy sexy excitement. Filthy Dirty It's funny what the memory will cling to as we age. For me, it is the brief incidents and random missed chances that dig themselves into my brain. Last night one of them decided to come out and roam a bit and play in my land of dreams... "Nice car," she said as her eyes travelled from the front fender to the rear quarter panel. It wasn't really. Oh sure, it was a '69 GTO Judge 4 speed, but the body had a dent here and there, the paint was dinged and scratched in a dozen places, and the hood didn't quite line up or close right. Of course, as I was thinking this I did a double check. You don't usually hear a female voice at an emissions checking station. "Thanks," I said as she came over to retrieve my paperwork. Her brownish blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail that disappeared into the back of her heavy work overalls. It was impossible to judge anything in that outfit as it hid even hints of any curves. Her face had a couple of grease smears, one on her forehead, which looked mildly like a third eyebrow and another that slashed down across one cheek all the way to her neck. Her eyes were a brown, maybe leaning toward hazel. Her hands were more of a mess, despite wearing gloves. Her fingernails were short, and there was dirt or grease beneath all of them. If I had to choose a word at that moment, it would have been "plain". Not ugly, but certainly no model, just your average girl. I looked back up to her face as she finished entering my information into what passed for a computer at this place and as she moved toward me she smiled. All thoughts of dirt, grime, and plainness vanished under the force of it as it pierced through my early morning haze. I probably stared at her the whole time as I got out of the car so she could run it through the test. She handled the manual transmission flawlessly, I noted. I'm sure that is probably a required job skill for a place that emission tests hundreds of cars every day. But the manual transmission of a 60's era muscle car is not the same as anything being built 30 years later, and she never missed or slipped a shift. After the computer guided test had run its course she got out to close the hood. When it didn't cooperate and simply descend straight down, she frowned briefly and then looked up and beckoned me over. "Either the hinges are misaligned or they just need replaced," I said apologetically. I gently rocked the hood back and forth once to get the hood to close. "It's still a nice car," she said as she moved over to the next computer to find out the test result and print it out. I got into the car and pulled up beside the second computer as directed so the next car could move into the test area. While the printer was working she leaned on the side of my door and asked, "what's better, a '69 or an '88?" I had never heard this one, so I rather nicely fell into her trap and gestured at my car and said "well obviously I think a '69. It'll be a while yet before an '88 is a classic." "True, but an '88 is still better," she said with another great smile that seemed equal parts innocence and mischief. "Know why?" "Uh, no," I said slowly figuring out I wasn't getting something. I hate missing my morning caffeine. "Because you get 8 twice," she said as her smile widened into a rather smug, satisfied look. I smiled finally, but I don't think she saw as she was turning back to the computer as she delivered the punch line. She tore off the paper from what looked like a dot matrix printer that had somehow managed to survive the 80s pc boom and came here to retire. She leaned into to my window and handed over the paperwork. "Congratulations, you passed," she said enthusiastically. They always said this. I have no idea why. Last year when the car failed, I pulled up in front of all the lanes, removed the air filter, leaned out the fuel mixture and retested and still got an exciting "congratulations, you passed." My mind was obviously trying to wander, but her eyes were holding me as she handed me the printout. "So when are you taking me for a ride," she asked. I was a little more alert now, so I let the silence hang and allowed a small smile spread across my own face. I knew it worked when she started to blush and blurted out, "in the car I mean". I looked at the passenger seat, and then very pointedly and slowly looked in the back seat. She punched me in the shoulder and said "stop that". But she was smiling, and so was I. "What time is your shift over," I asked. "Three," she answered a little hesitantly. "I'll be back then, and help you get off," I answered with a perfectly straight face. Again I let the silence draw out before finally finishing with "off work, I mean". She laughed a little and then said, "don't be late". I headed back home to switch cars before heading to work. I was never the outgoing type, heck I was pretty introverted and shy, so my own behavior was a bit of a surprise to me. My work day passed in a blur, and it seemed like her smile and her eyes were there with me the entire day. Needless to say, there was more than a little anticipation built up by the time I left work. I got the '69 out and made sure to unlock the back door and the gate to the back yard before I left. True to my word, I arrived back at the emissions test center not just on time, but a few minutes early. Apparently the story of our exchange had been passed around the shop as there were more than a couple whistles and catcalls as she made her way to my car. She was blushing furiously as she got in. I pulled away quietly giving her a moment to recover. The sun was low in the sky so she lowered the passenger side visor to cut the glare. I guess the mirror there reminded her of what she looked like after a day of work. "Oh my god," she said as she raised up off the seat, as if she was suddenly too dirty to sit in car that spent most of its time gathering dust. "You have to take me to my apartment and so I can shower and change. I'm filthy dirty and probably ruining your seats." I suddenly wondered how old she was. She didn't look like a teenager, but her face and voice held an adorable youth at that moment. My anticipation was starting to turn into want and desire. I really hoped she wasn't all that young. Those work overalls continued to hide any hints I might have gotten otherwise. "They're vinyl. A little dirt won't ruin them," I assured her. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," which made her smile thankfully. "Oh really," she asked in a teasing voice. But I heard something else in there as well, an undercurrent that matched my own. At least I hoped I heard it. It's not the sort of thing that goes well if you imagine it. It was thankfully, a short 15 minute drive from the center to my house. At 29, I was doing ok with a career in computer programming. With a little help from my parents, I had gotten out of the renting treadmill early. As I opened the garage door, I reminded myself that maybe it was a little better than ok. "Ok, now you're just showing off," she said as she looked at the other car. It was another '69 GTO, this one light blue with a white interior, and a convertible. It was in similar condition to the other, needing just about the same amount of work, but it was an automatic with A/C, so it got driven more. "It's just my garage," I said. "I can't be accused of showing off just because I park my cars in it." I pulled in slowly. The house was not large, and the garage fit two cars comfortably as long as you didn't mind slithering out of the one you were in. "Both 69's though, so at least you'll still get 8 twice," I quipped as I pulled in. "Is my ride over already," she asked playfully as I turned off the engine. "Well, you did say you wanted to clean up. And since I have options, I thought you might want to pick the vehicle," I elaborated. We got out and she started looking over the other car. She asked a couple of questions about it that answered a few of my own. The girl knew cars, knew them like a mechanic, which meant she knew more than I did. After the third or fourth one, I grabbed her hand and led her out of the garage and toward the gate to the back yard. "Come on, you can play with the toys later," I said mockingly. It was the first physical contact I had with her. My fingers seemed to develop a mind of their own, caressing her hand even as I held it. She noticed, then seemed to remember how dirty they were and tried to pull away, but I firmly held on and smiled. She stumbled after me a little reluctantly. Once in the back yard, her focus had a new target. The pool. "Oh," she said. "But..." "You don't need one," I interrupted quietly as I took a step toward her. The want was strong now, and I was hoping I hadn't misread her. She blushed, but there was a small smile on her face. She looked at the neighbor's yard hesitantly. A big city suburban area might have walls and fences around each houses yard, but neighborhoods were almost always closely arranged on small lots. "Are you sure," she asked as she glanced around. "I doubt they are home, and even if they are, let them look," I said with what I hoped was a reassuring smile. I immediately started undressing hoping the discussion was closed. As I pulled my shirt over my head she said, "ok, but you better be good." I nodded in response and continued removing my clothes. I never considered myself attractive, and always felt I was distinctly average in every way. I was already aroused by the time I got to my underwear, but rather than feel self conscious, I was strangely at ease. I even turned so she could see me before I dove in the pool. I surfaced in time to watch her remove her bra. I was right about the overalls, they hid everything. But my original estimation was right, and like me, she seemed pleasantly average. Being young she still had a fairly flat stomach and nice waistline, so the curves were there, and my arousal quickened. Her breasts were on the small side, probably a B cup, but still firm with a nice shape. Her bra and panties were very utilitarian, not at all fancy or frilly, probably due to the type of work she did. She quickly removed them and tossed them aside and I saw her best feature, a beautiful round ass that I immediately longed to grab. While many would still say she was "plain" or at best "cute", I found myself incredibly attracted to her, and not for any reason I could easily point to. She quickly dove in and we leisurely swam circles on opposite sides of the pool from each other. "This feels wonderful," she said as she dived toward the bottom of the pool, giving me another glimpse of her lovely ass. Being distracted, I failed to watch where she headed and she soon surfaced and splashed me. This spawned a splashing fight of the sort that happens in every pool everywhere, with lots of laughing and shrieking. As with any such playfulness, it eventually led to grabbing, pulling underwater, and not quite accidental caressing. We ended up on the shallower end of the pool with one of my hands on her waist on one of hers on my shoulder, both of us breathing heavily. I reached up and wiped at the smear of grease on her cheek. "Shouldn't you stop goofing off and get cleaned up a little," I asked. "I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "I must look an absolute mess," she said as she reached up to smooth her disheveled hair. She was so adorable at that moment, that I reacted immediately before she could say anything else. I pulled her toward me and kissed her. I couldn't think of the words that would reassure her, so I tried to tell her with that kiss. I could feel myself stiffen against her as this kiss went from gentle probing to lingering exploration and ended at hungry consumption. We were both breathless when we finally separated. I pulled her chin up so I could look in her eyes and said, "I think you're absolutely beautiful." She smiled that radiant smile again and went back to kissing me. She started guiding me toward the stairs at the shallow end of the pool and before long the water was only waist deep. My hands started to roam, caressing her arms, back, sides, continually drifting closer and closer to naughtier areas. I stopped kissing her long enough to whisper in her ear, "I thought I was supposed to be good?" As I said it my right hand drifted down her back and over her ass, and then pulled her tight against my erection. "You're being VERY good," she whispered back teasingly. At that very moment one of my feet hit the bottom step and I stumbled back and sat awkwardly down on the steps. She laughed at me and said, "good, but not very graceful." She stood there with her hands on her hips, water running down her body, and I was struck again by the overpowering attraction I felt. "Wow," I said quietly. "That's better," she said with a smirk. She moved up a step and slowly slithered down my body until she was sitting on my lap. We went back to kissing and both our hands began to wander freely, exploring and probing. It was eerily quiet, with only the occasional gasp, sigh and groan to interrupt it. We drove each other further and further into our desire and lust, until the need was palpable and almost painful. Finally, she reached back between her legs, guided me toward her pussy and eased onto me in one slow but firm motion. We both grunted when she hit bottom. The teasing was over, and now we both knew where we were now headed. She rose and fell with a slow and steady rhythm, driving us both firmly toward release. Every slide drove both of us a little mad, but she maintained the pace, determined to make it last. I could tell that was not to be... she shuddered more with each thrust and her control over the pace started to slip. I assisted with my hands and hips, and she started to pant with the effort of holding back. "I... can't believe... I'm doing this," she panted as I started driving her faster. Something in me was determined to make her cum. "I can't... believe it... either," I replied. "We just... met today," I said as I pulled her closer and tighter. "We barely... know each other," I whispered as I looked into her eyes. I could see the same hunger in her eyes that I felt inside. I accelerated the pace again, and increased the force with which our hips met. I knew she was close, so I timed my words with each thrust. "You're... such... a naughty... slut." "Oh fuck," she groaned as our hips met after the last word. Her entire body convulsed on top of me. I have no idea how I did not explode with her. I can only assume it was because of just how hard she clamped down on me. All I managed was a twitch after her third convulsion, which only seemed to set her off again, accompanied by another "fuck", this time louder. Finally, as her orgasm began to subside, she collapsed against me and nuzzled into my neck. "That wasn't a very nice thing to say," she said breathlessly. "But it worked," I answered. "That it did. Your turn," she said and started moving on me again. "So hot," I groaned in response. "This won't take long." "That's even better," she said and nipped my ear playfully. "God I want you. Do it," I begged. "Make me cum." I looked at her and noticed a touch of apprehension in her eyes. She seemed to hesitate. It was brief, but she soon restarted my march toward orgasm. As I approached the edge, she stopped, with just the tip of my cock still inside her and she leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "I want you too," she shuddered. She rose and fell again, keeping me on the brink. "I want you to cum... inside me, and..." She rose and fell one more time, her body quivered as she hovered over me. She leaned her forehead against mine and shuddered. The next was barely audible. "I'm not on birth control." Want and need don't do justice to my reaction. It felt like I pondered it for a long while, but in truth, it was probably only a fraction of a second. Something primal surged out of a place deep inside me. I grabbed her hips and thrust her down on me once, twice, and on the third time I exploded, pushing myself as far into her as I could. Filthy Fuck Girls I almost passed them by, but I've always been a sucker for two girls standing on the side of the road in the rain. I pulled over and asked if they needed a lift. "Yes, please," the bark one said, leaning through my window. I tried to keep my eyes on hers, but they drifted down to her nipples poking through her light blouse. "We've been locked out of our dorm and were walking to our friend's house. But I don't think she's even in." "No problem, I'll give you a lift. Get in." They got in the back, giggling and plucking at their shirts. It didn't help, and the soaked cotton clung to their young bodies. The blonde introduced herself as Claire and her friend as Mai. Claire was dark and curvy, like a young Salma Hayek, while Mai had a classic Asian beauty about her – pale, willowy, with coquettish eyes. I divided my attention between the road and my rearview. "So, you're at the college?" I said, trying to think of what you would say to two girls 15 years younger than you. "What year are you in?" "Oh, we're freshmen," replied Mai. "Well, freshwomen, I guess." They giggled at that and I gave them an encouraging chuckle. "We just started last month." Claire leaned forward, stretching her shirt across her chest. Her nipples were clear and dark through the light cotton, even with just the dashboard lights. Full, and they probably wouldn't need a bra until she graduated. My knuckles tightened a bit. "Take a left up here. She's the third house on the right." I turned up the street, but all the houses were dark. "Shit," Mai said, leaning over Claire to look out the window, "I guess she's not in." They both flopped back, pouting. God, this was too obvious to work. "Hey, you're welcome to hang out at my place until she gets back. Give her a call on your cell and ask her to call back when she's home." They smiled, and I thought back on all the good things I'd done to deserve this. Mai called their friend and left her a message while I moved my car as quickly as I dared back to my house. We got home and I sat them down in my living room. They made approving noises about the house, and tended to call me "Mister", which I decided I liked. I got out a pair of oversized sweat shirts for them to change into, and left the room, gentleman-like, to get some drinks while they changed. "Sorry, I've only got whiskey," I shouted from the other room as I hid my wine and beer. "That OK? It'll warm you up." "Sounds, great, Mister," Claire called back, and then there was a little cascade of giggles. I've always had a thing for beautiful girls in sweatshirts, and now I knew why. There's nothing like a young body with a shirt stopping just below the ass and hanging from a round pair of tits. Except maybe two bodies. They had draped their shirts and skirts across the back of some chairs. Mai's bra lay obviously across her blouse. And Claire's heavy sweatshirt was no match for her nipples, which still pushed against the fabric. I got a grip on myself and didn't drop to my knees and begin chewing on them. Mai's legs were tucked up under her on the couch and so I sat across. They took a sip and managed to control their grimace at the hot liquor. "So, what are you studying? What do you want to get out of college?" As I spoke I realized I sounded like an ass and took a long pull on my drink. Mai and Claire looked at each other and gave little sly smiles "Well, Claire's gonna be pre-med, and I'm studying mechanical engineering." I took another quick drink to cover my surprise. The danger in judging a book by its cover. "But what we really want to learn is how to be dirty." "Dirty?" Claire nodded. "Filthy. Slutty. The kind of girls who are really popular at parties." Now I nodded. Slowly. Trying to accept what I had just heard. "I would think that would be easy to learn at you school." Claire looked down and fiddled with the edge of her sweat shirt. The hem rose noticeably up her smooth legs to the tops of her thighs. I had to shift in my seat to get comfortable again. "Well," she said, "we don't wan to learn it at school from those boys. We don't want them talking about how they taught us. We want to know it. And then show them." "Can you help us, Mister?" Mai looked doey at me. And parted her legs wide enough to show me the clean white of her panties. ""Yes. Yes I can." "Then take us to your bed room." I stood up and turned quickly so that my hard cock wasn't too obvious. The girls moved quickly behind me and lightly pressed their bodies against me. A full, soft tit on my left and a hard small one on my right, I walked more quickly. In my bedroom, they spun me around and pushed me onto the bed. "What should we do now?" Claire asked, propping her hands on her hips and cocking her head to one side. "Show me what you've figured out so far." They smiled at that and turned on each other. Mai tugged Claire's shirt over her head. Her body was magnificent. Luscious, but firm. Still conquering gravity with full tits that pointed upwards topped with hard, thumb-sized nipples. Her ass was tight, holding a smooth curve from the small of her back to her long legs. A red thong rose from between her ass-cheeks and circled her waist, dipping in a small V over her pussy. Mai spun her under her fingers, running her nails lightly across her skin. Both nipples crinkled sharply, and a small damp spot appeared on her thong. She grabbed Mai and pushed her to her knees. "This is the night, my little slut. Are you ready?" Mai nodded, with a little smile turning up the corners of her mouth. "Yes. I want it." With that, Claire reached down and sharply pulled Mai's shirt up, catching her arms in it and twisting them behind her back in a tight bond. Mai had a delicate, small body, with tiny tits, and little pebbly nipples. Her ass was flat, with a distinct dimple curved in into each cheek. She clenched her ass around her little white thong, drawing it tightly against her pussy. Claire stood in front of her and spread her legs. "Take my panties off. No hands." Mai pushed her face into Claire's pussy, trying to grab at the snug fabric with her full lips. It was too tight against Claire's cunt and she couldn't get a grip. "Come on, you fucking Asian whore! Get them off me before I get pissed." Mai tried harder, worrying at the fabric, but still couldn't find a hold. Finally, she hooked her tongue around they edge and was able to catch it in her small white teeth. She pulled the thong down Claire's long legs. It caught in her ass, and Mai rose up to draw it from between her cheeks. Claire stepped out of them. Her pussy was closely cropped in a little wedge, pointing to her pink cunt lips that poked out from between her legs. "Good pet. My slutty pet. That was good." Claire gently stroked her face. "Now bend over and take yours off, too." Mai untangled her arms from behind her back and turned around, thrusting her ass at me. Claire came and sat next to me on the bed. She undid my shirt and ran her fingers across my chest, tugging at my nipples. Legs straight, Mai bent at the waist which spread her ass cheeks open and I could see the little white thong running over her little asshole. She ran her hands up her legs and slipped her fingers under the waist band, then slowly slid it down her legs. It caught on her feet and she lifted them from the fabric. Claire had moved her hand down to my cock and was stroking it lightly through my pants. Still bent over, Mai spread her legs so she could watch me as she moved her hands up across her bare pussy. Spreading the lips so I could see the moisture collecting on the edges. She slipped a finger into her cunt and then sucked it into her mouth, watching me. She suckled at her finger, and when it was wet and sloppy, she ran it over her little pink asshole, making it glisten. She dipped it into her tight hole. Once, twice, until she was in to her second knuckle. Drawing the finger out of her ass, she brought it to her mouth and licked it like a lollipop. I had to remember to breath. Claire had unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. "Mmmmm, this is a nice cock," she purred, leaning her head against my neck. "I can't wait for you to teach us what to do with it, Mister. Will you let us suck it? Did you know that we're just 19? Do you want to see our 19-year old lips wrapped around your hard cock? Will you let us eat your cum? Please? If we're really good and do everything you say, will you cum in our mouths, so we can share it?" "We'll see," I said, standing up. I had to get control of this situation. "Claire, undress me." She smiled and tugged hard on my shirt, popping the last few buttons. "Sorry," she whispered, slyly. She quickly undid my belt and pants, yanking them to the floor. My cock popped out. Mai let out a little moan, and her hand wandered to her cunt. Her index finger started strumming her clit. "Stop that, you slut," I snapped at her. "You only get to cum when I let you cum. Clear? Your body is mine tonight. You're just a mouth, pussy, and asshole for me to fuck, OK?" Her eyes widened a little bit at the mention of her asshole, but she nodded and moved her band back to her side. I turned back to Claire. "What the fuck are you smirking about, whore? You're no better. In fact, tonight, I'm going to let Mai control you. All that shit you've pulled on her over the last month is coming back to you know, so I hope you're ready. Are you ready?" "Yes," she replied, meekly. "What?" I snapped. "Yes, mister." "OK then, let's get started. Let's see what you know about sucking cock, Claire. Mai – I want you to get Claire's pussy and asshole as wet as possible. I have some ideas. Claire. Come her and get you fuck whore knees." Claire knee-walked over to me, her tight 19-year tits barely jiggling as she moved. She looked at me with her big dark eyes. "Please, Mister, let me suck your cock. I want you to teach me how to do it right, ok? Please?" How could I resist? I stood over her with my cock dangling in front of her lips. She was actually drooling as she looked at it. "Begin, slut." She swallowed me in one gulp. I worked hard at remaining impassive, but she was sucking my cock beautifully, working it around with her tongue and nibbling at it with lips. I looked up at Mai to distract myself. "Get between her legs, you Asian slut. Start licking. Pussy and asshole. I want them good and wet." "But you said I would get to control her…." "Shut up, you whore! You will. But for now start licking or I'll take your ass dry." Mai dropped between Claire's legs and Claire pushed her pussy down on her face. She gave a little smirk around my cock. I pulled out. "Damn, bitch, I thought you said you knew how to suck cock! That was fucking pathetic – I should just kick you sluts out and jerk off myself." She looked genuinely crestfallen. "No mister, please don't! I'll do better! I promise – I'm just young, remember? I'll learn, I promise – just show me." I pretended to ponder this as I watched her struggle not to grind her young cunt down on Mai's pretty face. "OK, I'll give you one more chance," she relaxed a little. "Lie down on the bed, face up, with your head hanging off the edge. Mai, go downstairs and get three bottles of beer from the fridge." Mai scrambled up and I watched her little ass bounce down the hall while Claire got onto the bed, dangling her head at cock height. I looked down at her as a big drop of pre-cum gather at the end of cock and dribbled onto her forehead. She didn't try to wipe it off. I admired that. "I'm going to show you how a man likes to have his cock sucked, but I have to warn you, it may be a little difficult at first. Just breathe when you can and you'll be fine. I don't want to restrain you, but I will if you can't keep your hands down, OK?" She looked a little wide-eyed, but she nodded. "Open up," and she split her lips around my cock. I pushed it smoothly into her mouth, and didn't stop even as she jerked when it forced its way into her throat. I was impressed – she was controlling her gagging and hadn't started jerking yet. I slipped out. "That's it, my cock sucking bitch, that's a good job." Claire gave me a big smile and I slipped my cock down her throat again. Drool was collecting in the corners of her mouth as I worked my cock in and out of her throat. I pressed my balls tight against her forehead on the downstroke, tight enough so that they ached, and let her take two gasps of air when I pulled out. Now we were both ready to get to work. Claire's big tits were heaving with the workout, and sweat was gathering between them. I reached down and grabbed two handfuls of titflesh and thrust myself into her mouth, pulling on her tits to get leverage. Claire gave a glug of surprise as I yanked on her sensitive tits. Sliding my fingers up, I got a firm grip on her big nipples and pulled on them as I sawed in and out of her throat. She started pitching about on the bed and I remembered to pull out to let her breath. Mai was standing in the corner, rubbing one of the cold beers against her hot pussy. "Fuck," she breathed. "That was amazing." "Bring me one of those beers." I ordered, and Mai brought it to me. I took a long pull as Mai ran her hands over Claire's body. She dipped her fingers between Claire's legs and brought them up to smell. "She's drenched," she reported, and smeared the pussy cum on Claire's lips. "Can I have a sip," Claire croaked. Her throat was dry, although she had a thick mixture of pre-cum and spit running down the sides of her face. "Sure thing," I said, finishing the beer in my hand. "Mai will help you drink it, slut style. Mai, lie down on your back, next to Claire, and swing your legs over your head." Mai was quite flexible, and brought her legs back behind her shoulders so that her face was peeking out just over her cunt. She gave a couple of stabs at her own pussy with her tongue, but couldn't reach. I made a mental note. "OK, Mai, close you eyes." She did, "and think warm thoughts." I quickly emptied a full, cold beer into her upended pussy. She gave a sharp squeak, but managed to hold still as I filled her cunt with beer. "Slut stein, clap a hand over you pussy and then squat on this bitch's face. We're going to give her a drink." Mai had a dirty smile on her face as she tried to navigate squatting over Claire while holding in a pussy-full of beer with her hand. And little slipped through her fingers and she looked up sharply, worried. "Duly noted, klutz," I remarked. "Continue" She got into to place and took her hand away as Claire clamped her lips around Mai's pussy. Her throat bobbed several times as she drank it all down, and none slipped away. Mai moved off her face, and Claire gave a deep burp. "Damn you're a classy bitch. C'mon, we're not done yet. I'm not going to be so gentle this time." Claire licked her lips and nodded as I moved my cock over her face again. I slapped her cheeks with my dick, gently, then harder. Then hard enough to sting. "Bitch slapping, Claire, it's my favorite, you know?" She nodded a little. "Well, that's been fun, but now I'm going slut-fuck your throat, so take a deep breath." She got a quick gasp before I shove my cock into her throat and started fucking her hard and fast and deep, shaking her tits again. I couldn't get a good leverage, so I wrapped my hands tight around her throat, until I could feel my cock sliding beneath her skin under my fingers. Fuck, it felt good. Mai was cheering me on. "Yes! Slut fuck that bitch! You hear me Claire, you whore? This is for all those times you made me eat you out while you study! This is for the time you got the entire Math club to cum in sports bottle and then squirt it down my throat! And the time you had the English faculty cum in my coffee. Oh, and the time you had me lick all the pussies of the field hockey team after their practice. I lost count of how many of their sticks I took up my snatch, but I couldn't walk for three days. And I haven't even gotten to the zoo incident yet!" Fuck, where did these girls go to school? Mai was straddling Claire's belly and slapping her tits, hard, knocking them from side to side and turning them a bright red. Claire's throat suddenly relaxed and I slipped my cock from her mouth. She was breathing, but wasn't moving. Passed out. "Holy fuck, mister, you throat fucked her unconscious! I bet she'll be sore tomorrow, but let's wake her up." Mai started to upend the last beer on Claire, but I stopped. "No, there's a better way. I bet we can find a good home for those empties. Did you get her pussy and ass wet like I asked?" Mai smiled and nodded. Claire was unconscious for a good 15 minutes, and it took us that long to fit the first bottle into her pussy as well as the other into her asshole. The wide ends of the bottles. Her cunt was stretched amazingly around the dark brown glass and just the tip of the other bottle was visible outside of her asshole. I had Mai bent over Claire and was fucking her from behind. Her cunt was tight and buttery, like something you dream of. I couldn't believe such a slut could have such a tight pussy. She was moaning and tossing her hair around. I slapped her ass, hard, and told her to pay attention to the job at hand, and she grabbed the necks of the bottles, pistoning them in and out of Claire's hot holes. I grabbed a handful of Mai's long her and pushed her face into Claire's pussy. "Lick that cunt, Fuck hole. I want your lips wrapped around her long clit when she wakes up, and I want those bottles moving in pussy and out her ass, got it?" "Mmm-hmmm" she moaned, pressing her face into Claire's unconscious snatch. I could see Claire's legs widen as she tried to make sense out of what was happening below her waist. Her eyelids fluttered, and her hands moved down to grab Mai's head and pull it hardened against her cunt. She started moaning. "Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, ennnnhhhhh ohhoooohhhhhh," She slapped Mai's hands away from the bottles moving in her two holes, grabbing them herself and twisting them in the way only she knew. Mai started licking her cunt again and I banged hard into Mai's pussy. Claire was cuming, "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, FUCK!" And she snapped up right, pushing her tits up over Mai's head and pulling my lips to hers. She shouted into my mouth as her orgasm crashed over her, before falling back into the bed and trembling in the after shocks. The bottles slipped easily and wetly from her gaping holes. Her ass was raw looking and her cunt lips were swollen and angry. She was breathing, but barely. "OK, Mai," I said, "Your turn." "What…" she got out as I flipped her over and shoved my pussy soaked cock into her mouth. She was startled, but got the hang of it pretty quick. Claire stirred, and, seeing Mai working on my cock, sat up and took a big handful of Mai's hair. She began shoving her head back and forth on my dick, working her hard, whispering in her ear. "So, you think you had your revenge, hunh, you dumb cunt? It hasn't even begun. I'm going to start renting out your whore ass to perspective students when the come to visit. I'm going to tie you to the goal post naked and blindfolded during home coming with a sign on your neck saying "Each point is worth a hole." I'm going to volunteer you for sexual experiments in the abnormal psychology department. I'm going to get the shop class to get creative when making the Mai Fuck Machine. So get ready bitch." I pulled out of Mai's mouth and flipped her over the bed again. My cock was dripping as I lined it up against her asshole. She started bucking and protesting, saying she'd never had a cock in her ass, but I hadn't come this far to turn back now. I pushed my hard dick into her sweet tight, tight hole, and moved it two inches, three. At four inches it just stopped and would go any further no matter how much weight I put behind it. Filthy Fuck Girls "Claire," I said, "do something. I'm sinking my cock in this bitch one way or another." I grabbed a handful of Mai's hair for leverage, yanking her head back, and tried to get another inch. No luck. Clair sat up and grabbed Mai's nipples between her shard fingers. "OK, slut, listen up. You're getting ass fucked tonight, deep and hard, so don't fight it." She gave the nipples another half turn and Mai whimpered. "It's so, so good, but too big for my ass! It won't fit!" "Whore! Don't pussy out on me know!" And Claire gave her two hard slaps across the face, while yanking ona tit with the other hand. Mai gave a sharp cry, came, and I slipped balls deep into her ass. That was it – I couldn't hold back any longer. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" "No!" Claire cried, "You promised you'd cum in my mouth! Haven't I been good? Please, I need your cum!" Too late – I shot hard into Mai's ass as she lay there recovering from her own orgasm. Load after load shot into her and I collapsed away, pulling my cock out with a pop. My cum began dripping from Mai's distended asshole. "Sorry, Claire – looks like you're going to have to go and get it." She gave me a little saucy look, and did just that. She stuck her tongue as deep as she could into the pink asshole, and when she couldn't get anymore, she started sucking. Mai could barely move, but moaned softly as my semen was drained from her sore ass. We collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning, groggy, sore and smiling. There was some commotion at the end of the bed. Claire was bent over the footboard, red faced and gasping while Mai was behind her. She had one entire fist in Claire's pussy, and four fingers of the other hand in Claire's ass. Claire saw that was awake and called, "hey Mister, can you teach us how to get the second thumb in, too?" "Lemme see what I can do." Filthy Fuckers The room could easily have been described as the most beautiful that Prince had ever seen. Large French Windows over looking the sea, giving a sense of being one with nature. The King Size bed that could easily accommodate 4 adults. A Jacuzzi that was placed near the windows. A carpet so soft that you could feel your feet sink with every step. The room was well stocked with Champagne, cream, chocolate, fruits, the works..... ...And then there was a plush Chesterfield chair. And on that Chesterfield chair there was Lisa. Naked. Sweating. Legs spread wide like she did not care. Her fingers buried into her pussy... a low grunting sound that told you she was loving it. She was scooping the cum mixed with her cunt juice out of her freshly fucked pussy and rubbing it into her mouth and face.... Prince just loved the nasty slut Lisa became when she was horny. And this vacation in New Zealand was supposed to be just that – get Lisa as horny as hell. All the time. His cock was throbbing as he watched Lisa scoop the cum out her cunt and smear her face and hair and mouth with it. "Eat that cum like pig Lisa. Smear it over your face like a cum-burping gutter-slut. That's all the skin care you need." Lisa grunted hearing the dirty talk... She spat into her fingers and jammed them back into her pussy. "I need more cum in my cunt Prince. Fuck my cunt.. fuck this horny cunt. Gape it stretch it with that donkey cock of your you motherfucker.. I want to feel your cock in my fuck hole.. BALLS DEEP.. grinding against my pubic bone.... I want to feel it enter my cunt and poking at my fucking throat from the inside." Her fingers were frigging her cunt frantically. The smell of sex was heavy in the air. Prince walked up and knelt between her open thighs... Lisa started waving her hips in the air.. stretching and gaping her cunt like a wanton sex goddess... "I am going to push my face into that cunt and snort your fucking cunt juices till my head is swimming with your scent.." Prince rasped. "And then I am going to fill that cunt with my creamy cum..... FILL IT TILL YOU CAN SEE YOR BELLY SWELL UP WITH CUM.. and then fuck you some more till you are sweating my cum out of every pore.... You hear that fuck-slut.. YOU WILL BE SWEATING MY CUM OUT OF EVERY PORE.." Lisa grunted hard like an animal. She leaned forward and hissed "Do it motherfucker... DO IT... Fuck this cunt like an animal... FUCK it till its gaping and full of cum.. FUCK the shit out of my cunt till I am squirting juice and piss all over the fucking room. FUCK ME BASTARD!" Prince climbed on the armrest of the Chesterfield chair. Lisa moved her head up... His cock was hanging over her mouth like a Donkey cock. She felt him hold her hair and push the cock inside her mouth. She opened wide as Prince pumped the cock in and out of her open mouth. "That's it.. Suck that cock... EAT that fucking cock... Your mouth is my face cunt, you nasty fuck pet. It's just another cunt for me to fuck and dump my cum in." Lisa could feel the cock slide in deeper and deeper.. He was fucking her throat.. gagging her.. choking her... and she was loving it. She loved to feel her mouth fucked hard. A "Skull and Throat Fuck" is what she called it. The closest thing that she knew to 'fucking my brains out'. Literally. The throat slime was flowing freely out of her mouth.. Hanging from her chin and dripping on to her tits and body.... She rubbed it in.. Covering her fuck sweat drenched body in her own spit... Prince could feel her throat gagging. It made her mouth milk his cock harder, squeezing around it. His balls were slapping her chin. He was ramming his cock into her mouth fast and hard. Using that throat, like a cunt. He could feel her wet, spit covered hands hold his ass. Rubbing and goading him on to fuck her brains out. He pulled his cock out of her stretched mouth. Lisa gagged hard and spat on his cock and balls, rubbing the filthy throat slime in. Prince grabbed her hair and rubbed her face all over his cock and crotch.... "Breathe that in slut..." he rasped. Lisa could feel her face being used as a mop on Prince's cock and balls. Her fingers were desperately fucking and frigging her cunt. She wanted more. And she knew what she wanted...... "This is going to get very dirty...." Lisa thought, with a smile on her face. ------------------------------------------------ Hey, back after a long time. I thought will try something here.. I want you to send across scenarios you would like to read from here on. Keep it dirty, and keep it kinky. Filthy Phone Call I was driving home from work on a very wet and windy night. As I got near to the village it was quite hard to see in the darkness and as I passed through a heavily wooded area I nearly hit a car that was parked at the side of the road. Suddenly I spotted a young man frantically waving at me. Cautiously I slowed down in front of him and released the window switch. He quickly ran round to speak to me, and was soaked to the skin but that did not stop me noticing how good looking he was! Explaining that his car had broken down, he asked very nicely if I could possibly give him a lift to his home a few miles away. Biting my lip I quickly thought about the dangers of picking up someone that I didn't know but suddenly remembered that it had always been a fantasy of mine to pick up a complete stranger and to have wild sex with him. All very naughty, but a real turn on! Returning to reality I realised that I didn't have long to chew it over and heard myself impulsively telling him "Yes of course. Jump in." Quickly moving to the other side of the car he got in dripping all over the place but sounding so grateful. I restarted the car and asked him exactly where he wanted to go. I knew the place and we chatted easily as I drove him there. He told me his name was Chris and that he had had a lot of trouble with his car and that he was really fed up that it had chosen tonight to finally die! Pulling up at his house he insisted that I went in for a drink, and without thinking I followed Chris up the short path and we went inside. He put the kettle on and left me in the kitchen whilst he went off to get changed. "Oops!" I thought. "Here we go, wait for the naked body bit wrapped in a fluffy white towel!" I finished making the tea and he was soon back, sadly dressed in dry jeans and a t-shirt. Oh well at least my mother would have been pleased! We talked for a while and found that we had lots in common, even discovering that he was a friend of Jenny a close friend of mine who worked in our local bank. I was quite enjoying Chris's company, but when I looked up at the kitchen clock I realised that I had better be getting home. He thanked me again and he was so gorgeous and I really fancied him!! Grinning he said "Maybe I'll see you around?" and I quickly replied "Yes, I would like that" but that was as far as it went and I left and was soon back home. The house was cold and I shivered as I ran a bath thinking about Chris. I wondered what he would be like if I got the chance to fuck him, and as I lay under the soft soapy water I played with myself, rubbing my swollen clit dreaming. As the weeks passed I had almost forgotten him and the evening when I had rescued Chris from the pouring rain. I had just had a shower one Saturday morning and was sitting in my bedroom just wrapped in my dressing gown. Completely lost in a world of my own I looked at myself in the mirror and opening my legs started and to play with my pussy. Sleepily I opened my thighs wider and must have looked rather sexy as I innocently played with the soft lips getting my self quite excited. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang on the bedside table. I did not recognise the voice at first but then realised that it was Chris when I heard him laugh. How had he got my number? He went on to say that he had not stopped thinking about me since that wet night, and that he would have asked me to stay longer, but his girlfriend was due back at any minute. "That's a nice one" I thought, tepmted to hang up, but after a silence of a minute or so he admitted that he had had to really pester Jenny to give him my phone number. After another almost awkward silence Chris asked me what I was doing, and he laughed in such a sexy way when I told him that I was sitting almost naked in front of my bedroom mirror! My hands were shaking when he told me in a low whisper to lie back on the bed. As if in a trance I did as he suggested and lay there listening to his incredibly sexy voice and started to follow his instructions. Chris told me to circle my nipples which had popped out like hard little cherry pips, and as I touched and played with them, it felt fantastic andI could feel my pussy starting to feel deliciously aroused. He asked me if my cunt was getting wet and stupidly I nodded down the phone as I slipped my fingers further inside the soaking hole and pressed on my clit. He begged me sounding very aroused to push my fingers in as far as they would go and as I wriggled and moved I could hear his heavy breathing at the other end of the line. Chris gasped that he had such a big hard prick and the thought of what I was doing was driving him mad and it was getting even harder and that he really wanted to fuck me and that his balls were just aching in anticipation. I started to rub myself faster and the tension between us was really building up and was incredible. The phone wires must almost have been on fire as I imagined what he must have been doing at the other end of the line which heightened my arousal. My legs were wide apart now, and my body was moving rhythmically, my hips were going up and down and I was sighing deeply.Chris suddenly screamed how much he wanted me and that he was going to fuck me till I cried out for him to stop! I imagined him sliding in and out of my cunt and I tightened my muscles as he whispered to me to close my eyes and to think of his hardness deep inside me. We were both getting even more worked up and my hips started twitching as I told him that I wanted his prick in my mouth now between my lips. I pictured them tight around his throbbing cock feeling it harden as he pushed it to the back of my throat. I heard him groan at the other end of the line as I asked him to pull it out and then slowly push it back in again as I gently sucked it backwards and forwards. Again I could hear his movements and I visualised his hand around the barrel gripping it hard. I was still playing with myself watching my movements in the big mirror through half closed eyes and I could feel an incredible wetness in my pussy that was melting into a pool of anticipation at the thought of his body and what we were doing. I told Chris that I was rubbing the base of his prick with my fingertips as I licked the tip of his twitching cock and down the barrel gently pressing his balls against my chin. I felt him reaching his climax, imagining his hungry cock jerking violently as he came with me licking him dry. Delicious sensations filled my aroused body and my head was thrashing from side to side. As my heart thumped inside me I could hear myself crying out as my thoughts were awash with this totally abandoned sex! As I hit the peak, spasms tore through me one after the other and my mind reeled as shivers travelled from my clit into my belly and up into my spine, until my whole body felt as if it was filled with a million butterfly wings. Chris gasped between deep breaths that he wanted to suck me and taste my musk telling me to lay back and make myself comfortable. He talked to me for a while and asked if I would meet him next week as he so wanted to fuck me for real.I heard myself answer in a husky voice that I could not wait and I could feel my body start to get asoused again at the thought of it. I imagined his tongue lashing at my slit and lapping my hard little clit and I almost felt his hand on my trembling thigh. My imagination was running wild, as my mind gave in to his voice and I let him take me tantalisingly towards another orgasm. Moans of ecstatic pleasure and pain escaped from my lips as my fingers and imagination worked on my most sensitive area again. Wow!! Did he know the right words to turn me on, as my body waited for the waves of it all to die down! My nipples were fully erect and my body was tingling from head to foot as I let myself be guided into that other come with the thought of his head between my parted thighs sucking at my soul and nuzzling out the most delicious feelings. My imagination took me just where I needed to be and still rubbing my clit at a steady pace I violently shuddered into another crazy climax alone on the bed..... Sighing with relief and pleasure I whispered to him "Thank you" and heard more movements at the other end. Smiling to myself and again touching my slippery cunt, I quite shyly did not know what to say next, but Chris broke the silence by telling me how gorgeous I was and asking me what I was doing now. I told him and listened to the silence for a few seconds before he said to remove my fingers and slip them into my mouth, slowly, one after the other, which I did, tasting the fruit of our lovemaking. Seductively I sucked my forefinger and then another following his instructions, and it tasted wonderful. We talked for a few minutes more and then he said that he had better go and get cleaned up and that he would be in touch again soon. After putting the phone down. I lay back on the bed thinking about him and wondered when I would hear from him again.......... Filthy... Pt. 01 "Filthy, ay?" Cherisay eyed the backwards baseball cap on the head of what looked to be a very muscular young man. She couldn't tell if he was mixed or a light skinned nigga, but what she did know was that judging from his body build, she wouldn't mind getting "filthy" with him at all. He stood around 5'9, which actually wasn't that tall. But what he lacked in height, he more than made up for it in weight. Cherisay judged him to easily top the scales at a solid 265 pounds...all muscle, of course. All of that bolstered by a super wide 50 inch back, while his waist line narrowed down to a super slim 32 inches. "I could be wrong," Cherisay thought, as she eyed him up and down. The more she thought about it, he had that sexy build that many Mexicans, Colombians, and Puerto Rican's seemed to sport. As her eyes scanned down to the mans massive ass, she licked her lips and thought, "He definitely has some black in him...I can tell by dat ass...but there's more Latino than anything." As if to confirm her suspicions, the man turned around, softly licked his juicy lips and nodded in her direction. "Ay, mami...Como so siente?" Cherisay literally felt a bolt of lust tear across her clit as she stared the Puerto Rican papi in the face. Damn the nigga sounded sexy. Then the way he licked his lips at her...she could imagine that tongue forking it's way inside of her pussy. She didn't even know it was possible, but her tight little love hole INSTANTLY produced a drop of moisture for my boy. You know how some people just look like they would be good in bed? That's what Eduardo looked like. Sex. Plain and simple. "Why you looking at me like that?" Eduardo said in broken English. "You acting like you can't take your eyes off of a nigga." "Your hat," Cherisay smiled. "It says 'FILTHY'." "So mami, I nooo what it says," he stretched out his "O", which once again made her heart skip a beat. Cherisay didn't know if it made her a freak, but sometimes she would lay in her bed, with headphones on, as she rubbed her pussy while listening to Spanish men scream curse words directly into her ear. It always made her cum...hard, too. So as she stared at Eduardo, whose hat proclaimed him to be 'FILTHY', she could only wonder what he would sound like calling her a whore in Spanish. "Are you alright?" Eduardo stared deep into her eyes. "You're wierding me out, mami." Lust was one thing. But this bitch looked like she wanted to literally eat him alive. "I'm so sorry," Cherisay turned to walk away. "You just reminded me of my first love...he was a Puerto Rican too." Eduardo couldn't believe his ears. She didn't just say what he thought she did. This chick totally admitted that she wanted him in so many words. Pardon me, folks. I forgot to give a proper description of Cherisay. She was a short, diminutive beauty with dark, chocolate skin. Many said she looked like Kelly Rowland from the video 'Soldier' (of Destiny's Child fame.) She had an oval shaped face, framed by long curly locks of silky black hair. She stood at 5'8, but seemed taller due to her super long legs that sprouted up into a phat apple bottom. Not to mention the fact that she LIVED in a pair of high heels. "Nn," Eduardo subconsciously grunted. He was literally visualizing Cherisay on her back...legs folded over his shoulders and her long nails digging in his ass as he pounded her into the ground. "Fuck yea." Eduardo was mesmerized by the way Cherisay switched her ass. A man could tell a lot about a woman by the way she walked. And Cherisay was speaking volumes. Not only did her walk speak confidence. But she was basically challenging him. "Ay mami...why you running?" Eduardo ran to catch up with her. "I don't bite." "That's too bad," Cherisay smiled, " because I was kind of hoping that you did." "Whoa, whoa," Eduardo halted her by grabbing her hand and stopping mid stream. "I can do anything that you need me to." He then placed her hand over the rock hard bulge in his stuffed white skinny jeans. "God he's so thick," Cherisay thought to herself, as she felt him up in public. "Te gusta?..." Eduardo smiled. "Hnhhh?" Cherisay replied, almost comically. "Do you liiike?" Eduardo smiled, stretching his vowels again. See. That's what drove her crazy about these Latino Papi's. Cherisay threw herself into his chest, wrapped her arms around his back and nustled against his neck. "Mm-hmm," Eduardo inhaled the sweet scent of a well put together sista. "Not here," Cherisay whispered in his ear. "Follow me to my apartment." Eduardo could hardly walk that's how hard he INSTANTLY became. It was more like a lust fueled stammer. His man instincts told him two things: One, this sexy ass sista knew how to take some dick. Two, he knew how to give it. In Cherisay's mind, she could only hope that Eduardo proved to be what he advertised... FILTHY. Cherisay didn't mind a kiss here and there, but sometimes she just wanted to feel owned and to be totally honest, she hoped that Eduardo would be the type to put her through the ringer. The second they stepped through the threshold of the doorway, Cherisay received her answer. A brute force seemed to careen into her from behind, easily cradling her and taking her down to the floor. "Hey," Cherisay played scared. "What are you doing?" "Cayete, puta. Ass up- face down." Cherisay INSTANTLY felt her clit throb, as she placed her face on the ground and arched her back. "More...pop that shit higher," Eduardo hissed. To show her how serious he was, Eduardo softly placed his foot on the back of her head with his multi colored sports shoe. He then used one hand to palm down the center of her legs and lift up, while wildly smacking her ass in his free hand. THWACK!! "Get dat ass up, puta. Get it up in my face." As Cherisay wiggled her ass, the sexy Papi yanked down on her panties while pulling up on her red sundress. "Si mami," Eduardo became overtaken by lust, before sticking his tongue out and plunging it deep inside of the sappy black pussy. "Hnhhh?" Cherisay lost her breath, as the center of his tongue sat directly over a nerve ending. "Oh, fuck yes. Lick that juicy pussy." Eduardo craned his head around like a swivel sweeper as he sought to make her squirt all over his fuckin face. To ensure his success in doing that, he used the tip of a finger to tap over the tip of her clit. "Jam it in deeper," Cherisay began to pant. "Please baby- ugh...right there... tongue fuck me..." Eduardo was so thirsty for girl cum that he began to subconsciously lift her lower body into the air, all while pushing down with his tongue. "Venida...venida," Eduardo felt his nostrils flare, as he dug so deep inside of her pussy that his nose dripped with pussy juice. "C'mon puta...nutt." "Ahh fuucck- nnn- nnnn-nnnnnn," Cherisay flailed her right arm to the left, as her midsection heaved around uncontrollably. She knew she was squirting all over the homies face, because the force of gravity caused her own juices to run in rivulets between her own titties. As she came, her leg wildly shook like a dog being scratched in it's favorite spot. "Suck your own nipples," Eduardo yelled from above, as he folded her body into a upside down headstand. Cherisay craned her head to do as she was told, all while Eduardo used his left hand to pry her pussy lips in two. "Ptuhhh," Eduardo added moisture to her already dripping pussy. "Venida...venida..." "That must mean to cum or bust a nut," Cherisay assumed, because Eduardo began to wildly rub over her pussy so fast that his hand became a blur. "Rapido, si puta...venida...cum, bitch..." "Ahhhhhhhh," she screamed so loud that she nearly broke the sound barrier. It literally felt like a water balloon popped from the inside out. Not to mention the fact that her face became inundated under a waterfall of girl cum. "Lamer, puta...lick it up, bitch," Eduardo yelled. Eduardo then suctioned his lips directly over her pussy and sucked for all that he was worth. He was determined to get at least one more orgasm out of her. This time, though, Eduardo added her asshole to the place his tongue rolled over. Few women could resist having their asshole licked at the same time he finger fucked their pussy. "Is this filthy enough for you, puta?" Eduardo smiled. "Ay, mami?" "More," Cherisay unfolded herself from the headstand. "Is that all you got, papito?" Eduardo tore off his t shirt and flung it to a corner as Cherisay licked her lips and motioned for Eduardo to come closer. "Mmm-hmmm," Cherisay knelt at his feet and palmed his massive ass. "That's what I'm talking about." There was nothing sexier than the profile of a man towering over her. To further submit to the Puerto Rican papi, she stuck out her tongue and stared him directly in the eye. "I should fucking spit on you, puta. You're so nasty. Ptuhhh." With his spit oozing down her face, she yanked his pants and undies down in one shot. He was in such a rush that he didn't even bother with taking his shoes off. He simply stood wide legged, arms folded across his chest, as she admired his Puerto Rican hot pipe. "Suck," came the one word command. She grasped his dick in one hand, while using the other to slide a finger up her piping hot pussy. "At ah," Eduardo shook his head. "Use that free hand to caress my chest or massage my ass for me. It ain't about you no more." Cherisay fluttered her tongue over his piss slit, loving the buttery taste of his pre-cum. This was a flavor that some girl should take the initiative and market as an exotic ice cream flavor. The coolest thing was how it seemed to ooze like water from a leaky faucet. Cherisays tongue would be rolling down the center of his piss slit, while long tendrils of pre-cum oozed down and pooled on the floor. Cherisay had a plan, though. Not even that would be allowed to go to waste. Eduardo didn't know it yet, but she was determined to show him what a whore that she could be. She wildly leaned down and swabbed it directly off the floor. "Mugrienta puta...you dirty, slimy bitch. Suck my fuckin dick." Eduardo grabbed both sides of her head and in one mighty lunge, he plunged his NINE INCH caramel pipe to the very back of her throat. She knew he told her not to, but she couldn't resist sliding a hand down to frig her own self off. (There was something incredibly erotic about choking on a dick while also pleasing ones pussy.) "Asfixiada y venida, puta. Choke and cum, bitch," Eduardo screamed. He had told her not to play with herself, but if sucking dick was that much of a turn on, why not? Cherisay felt her pulse spike, loving Eduardo more and more with each curse word that he screamed at her in Spanish. To her it wasn't even demeaning. More than anything, it only fueled the fire of the entire situation. Cherisay dug all ten nails into the massive ass as she not only deepthroated his dick, but also attempted this trick where the girl also swallowed the man's nutsac. "Fooougggccckkk," Eduardo threw his head back and rolled his eyes in dramatic circles. "I'm about to fuckin cum, puta. Swallow it. Drink papi's cum. Mm- hmm. Every drop mugrienta puta." As Eduardo's scalding hot cum raced down her throat, Cherisay unleashed another waterfall of girl cum onto the floor. If Cherisay thought she seen FILTHY, she was sadly mistaken. Eduardo was just getting started. To be continued...