Dirty Bad Strangers (8 page)

“Good weird?”

“Definitely.” She found the messy strands of my fringe, brushing them back from my face. “You weren’t lying about this, either. It’s long.”

“It’s overdue a cut. I’ll get it done for next time.”

She shook her head. “Don’t. I like it.”

I stared at the beautiful wild girl in front of me; the spiral of curls around her shoulders, her bouncy tits, her gentle smile. She was perfectly imperfect, unaltered by surgery or Photoshop or inch-thick make-up. Beautiful and raw and
real
. So real. I took her face in my hands, grazing her lips with mine until she opened her mouth for me. Months of pent-up lust spilled free, tongues tangling in a dance of pure fucking want. Her fingers shot to my belt, prising my jeans open. She groaned into my mouth as my cock sprang free, pressing against the soft, warm flesh of her belly.

“Not quite a twelve-incher...” I teased.

“I’ll certainly fucking feel it.”

“Yes, you will.”

I was lost in my dirty girl, lost in her hungry, wet mouth, and her gorgeous big tits, her needy little hands all over me. I guided her backwards, covering her body with mine as she wrapped me in milk-white limbs. Slowly, I made my way down, stopping to suck on perky nipples, loving the way she moaned for me. She felt so good, melting to my ridges like she was created to fit. I groaned as I reached my destination. She was so wet, pale satin clinging to her folds like a second skin. I coaxed the fabric to the side, breath ragged in my throat at the full sight of her. She was shaven, just the faintest ladder of red climbing up towards her belly. Her pussy was so much bigger than the women I’d been with before — her hungry slit decorated with big, ripe lips. I could bury my whole fucking face in her juicy pussy and suffocate there. What a way to go. I dipped my tongue, wriggling my way up until I found the bud of her clit. It was hidden deep in juicy folds, the pearl in her very, very wet oyster. She tasted fucking divine.

“
Oh God...
”
Her hands fisted in my hair, and my dirty girl rubbed against my face as I sucked on her clit. “I have toys, Jason... in the bedroom... if you wanted to... um...”

“You want me to stretch you open, dirty girl? Is that what you want?” Her body answered for her, the folds of her cunt quivering against my mouth. I sat upright, pulling her with me.

“Door by the kitchen, on the right.” She held out her hands and I helped her to her feet, leading her through to her own bedroom. Her bed was plush, with purple sheets and a dozen scatter cushions. It suited her. I directed her to the edge, savouring the dance of her tits as she shimmied backwards to position herself in the centre.

“Hug your knees to your chest. I’m going to open up that gorgeous pussy.”

Her breathing quickened, titties jiggling as she raised her legs and held them high. I shifted her arse enough to sit at her side, grabbing a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms from the bedside cabinet. Then I positioned myself to play. I spread her lips wide and dribbled lube on her clit, hooking two fingers inside her. Her juicy cunt was surprisingly tight, clenching around me like a hot fucking snare. Fuck yes.

“Beautiful...” I groaned. “That’s it...”

She made such delicious squelches. My thumb circled her clit, and slowly she loosened for me. I lubed up my other hand, loving the way she groaned as I doubled up. I worked my way in and out, gently, ever so fucking gently, teasing and stretching that hole until she was taking four fingers easily.

“Shit, Jason, suck my clit again... Please suck my clit...”

Dirty girl. I didn’t need asking twice.

I was so much rougher with her clit between my lips, ploughing that hot fucking snatch as she bucked against my face. She dropped her legs as she approached orgasm, gripping me tight between her chunky thighs. It was bliss held there, face slick with her juices as she cried out, grabbing at the sheets as she came in my face. I slid on a condom as she caught her breath, taking her by surprise when I lifted her legs and slammed all the way inside her.

“Jesus!”

“Good girl.”

“Fuck me, Jason, please... hard...” she hissed. I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, shifting position for deeper penetration. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

My free hand grabbed at her jiggling tits, squeezing her nipples in my fingers. “Fuck, Gemma... you feel so fucking good.”

I closed my eyes, and she was so familiar, her moans of excitement the same sweet noises I’d loved for months, but there was so much more. The slap, slap, slap of my skin against hers frazzled my senses.

“Can you take more for me, dirty girl? Tell me you want more...”

“I want more,” she rasped. “Everything you’ve fucking got...”

“Good girl,” I snaked my hand down to her pussy, and she hissed as I forced two fingers in alongside my cock. “That’s my dirty girl. I can’t wait to see two fucking cocks in your pussy, we’re going to tear you fucking open.”

“I want it!” she squealed. “I want you to give it to me, you and your dirty fucking friends, I want you to use me. Use my holes, Jason, use all my fucking holes!”

It had been a long fucking time since I’d been balls deep in hot, wet pussy. I came like a bastard, emptying my load and bellowing the fucking place down. She lost her shit underneath me, hissing and wailing and wriggling like the kinky little bitch she’d promised to be.

My blood pulsed in my ears as I collapsed onto her, and then my dirty girl giggled the gorgeous filthy giggle I knew so well.

***

Gemma

His weight felt so good on me. His skin hot and clammy against my chest, and so bloody hard, like he was cast from iron. He buried his face in my neck, and damp hair tickled me. I could feel the thump of his heart against mine. The scent of sex was so strong in the air, sex and citrus body wash.

Post orgasmic euphoria finally killed my nerves.

“Shit,” I laughed again. “That was crazy.”

I felt him smile against my skin. “You were worth the wait, and all the phone bills, and the late nights.”

“Please don’t be a psycho killer,” I groaned. “The sex is just too good.”

“I’m not a psycho killer. Just a dirty bad stranger. A very,
very
dirty bad stranger.”

A tingle in my stomach, and other places, and my hands were at him again, his mouth on mine. He kissed as possessively as he fucked, his tongue spearing mine with the concentration of an extreme sport. The thought made me shiver. All that concentration, all on me.

“Show me dirty,” I whispered. “I want you in my ass.”

He slapped my thigh. “Roll over, sweet thing, get that ass in the air for me.”

I manoeuvred onto all fours, scrunching up a cushion for my head. He ran his fingers down my spine until the bed dipped under his weight behind me. I took a breath as he spread me wide, burning up at the thought of his eyes all over me. A squelch of lube, then a forceful intrusion. His thumb wriggled around inside, and it felt wonderful.

“You’re tight. When did you last take cock in your ass?”

I struggled to remember. “A while... twelve months at least. Don’t worry, big boy, I can take it.”

Fingers dipped in my pussy, fucking me both ways. He rubbed his fingers against his thumb with only the wall of my pussy between them and glorious sparks shot to my clit. I moaned out loud and asked for more.

“You ever taken two cocks at once, Gemma?”

I gasped as he pushed his thumb deep. “No, not inside me... only a spit roast...” I gasped again when he yanked his thumb away, and again at the tingle of his tongue on my asshole. “Shit, Jason, that’s so nice.”

His palm pressed against my pussy, grinding hard. I cringed at the wet, squelching sounds I made, so loud in the room. The blindfold was doing crazy things to me, distorting everything. The man had some fucking moves.

“Ask me to stretch your ass... I want to hear you say it...”

“Oh,
God
…”

“Ask me!”

I took a breath, sure I was burning fucking pink. “Stretch my ass, Jason, please. Stretch me! Stretch me wide fucking open!”

“Good girl,” he growled. I moaned as his tongue pushed into me, moaned again as he held it there, wriggling deep in my ass, gasped when he pulled out and jammed something bigger inside. Two fingers maybe, even three. He twisted them deep. “Push them out.”

“Sorry?”

“You heard me, dirty girl. Push my fingers out. I want to feel that tight little hole fight me.” It was a first for me. I screwed my eyes shut under the blindfold as I pushed down on his fingers. It felt so bloody wrong... so dirty. He growled his pleasure. “Fuck yes. Again. Harder.”

This time he fought me, holding his fingers firm as I tried to expel him. I could’ve died at the noises, but he didn’t seem to care.

“You really are a dirty boy, aren’t you?” I hissed.

“Dirty enough, my sweet little Gem.”

I pushed him out of me, unprepared for his next invasion. This one was bigger still. Four fingers? More? His whole fucking fist? He worked my ass in large circles, and I felt so full. So very fucking full.

“I want you to feel me when I’m gone.”

“Harder, then! Make me fucking take it!” I gritted my teeth, falling into the fantasy. Years of jilling myself off to the idea of cocks splitting me open. He was here, my dirty fantasy. Here in my real life bedroom with his fist in my dirty little asshole. “Fill me up, Jason!”

The strangest sensation, like being pulled apart. “You like that? I can see inside you, dirty girl. You look so fucking good.”

Sweet Jesus! His tongue made me squirm, my desperate fingers reaching back between my legs to rub at my clit. “More... please... use me, Jason... use me…”

“That’s right, play with that sweet little cunt.”

“More, Jason!”

“Pass me one of those dildos, let’s see how much you can take.” I patted around the cabinet. sending everything flying until my hand landed on the tool for the job. My big purple. My favourite. I passed it back between my thighs. “Brave choice.”

“Fuck me,” I hissed. “Open me up.”

“Filthy girl,” he groaned. “I love you like this.” I heard him pile on the lube. “Get ready.”

I was ready, but it still made me squeal as he slid big purple into my ass, all the way to the hilt. My fingers worked my pussy through the burn, my weight pressed into the bed with both hands between my thighs. I spread my knees as far as they would go, exposed and raw and past all care.

“One day you’ll take two fat dicks in your ass. This is nothing, Gemma... just a tiny warm up.”

“
Yes...
”

He pushed up against me, until his cock was pressing against my pussy, the flat of his stomach holding big purple in place. I took him in my hands, grinding him tight against my clit. He was big, as big as big purple, not twelve inches, but a big hulk of meat all the same. My brain unravelled, sending me to the place I loved to go. The place where I was nothing but lust, a crazy urge for filthy cock the only thing in the universe. I guided his cock towards my slit, urging him in.

“Your ass is stretched full, dirty girl. It won’t go in easy.”

“I don’t care,” I rasped. “I want it.” I shuffled backwards, grunting as the tip of him breached my pussy.

“Fuck, Gemma, let me get a condom.” I held my breath as I waited, my ass clenching tight around the dildo. “Are you sure you want this, Gemma?”

“Fuck yes,” I hissed, bracing myself for it.

He was right, it didn’t go in easy. One hand grabbed at my hip, pulling me onto him, and the other was flat to my ass, keeping big purple plugged tight. He grunted as he pushed his way inside, and it hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t care. My eyes watered under my blindfold, but I was smiling all the fucking way.

“Oh God, yes... yes...”

“I wish you could see what I can see,” he breathed.

“Don’t come, Jason, not yet.”

“Don’t you worry about that, sweet thing. I can fuck for hours.”

It felt like it. He fucked me so slow; gentle strokes to tease me open, before slamming me good and proper. Fast, then slow, over and over, until I was swearing and groaning, and falling apart underneath him. He fucked me with big purple, and fucked me in tandem, encouraging me to strum my horny little clit until I came like a wild animal, grabbing at the sheets and squealing his name.

He pulled out slowly, taking big purple with him in a truly glorious squelch, and my insides quivered and throbbed.
Sweet Jesus!

“A perfect view,” he said. “Gaping wide and raw and so fucking pretty.”

I was fucked, well and truly. I rolled onto my back, reaching out for him. I found his cock still hard, and pulled off the condom, tossing it aside and coaxing him up the bed to me. My mouth was already open. He tasted of rubber, and pussy.

“My turn,” he breathed. “That’s right... so fucking right.”

I slurped on his cock as best I could from my position, and he seemed to enjoy it well enough. He slapped his meat against my lips, jerking himself off against my chin. I opened wide for him, all ready for his dirty gift.