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  EROTIC HARDCORE DEPRAVITY

  8 FILTHY STORIES

  Featuring stories from:

  Tory Mynx

  Brock Landers

  Vicki Harper

  Michael Scott Taylor

  Scotty Diggler

  Dirk Rockwell

  Dakota Rain

  JT Holland

  Copyright 2018 by AE Publications

  AE PUBLICATIONS

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  DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  NAUGHTY LESBIAN ROOMMATES BY TORY MYNX

  IN LOVE WITH A PORNSTAR (DAY TWO) BY BROCK LANDERS

  SEDUCED BY MY NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR BY VICKI HARPER

  ENJOYING A VERY DIRTY WEEKEND WITH MY IMPOSSIBLY NAUGHTY GIRLFRIEND (SESSION ONE) BY MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

  TWO KINKY ESCORTS BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

  BANGING THE BARELY LEGAL SLUT BY DIRK ROCKWELL

  GETTING FREAKY WITH THE SALESMAN BY DAKOTA RAIN

  NAUGHTY NATALIE BY JT HOLLAND

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  NAUGHTY LESBIAN ROOMMATES

  TORY MYNX

  Heather and Amber started screwing around with each other shortly after they moved in together, a little over a year ago.

  Amber remembered the first time she laid her eyes on Heather. Amber had been at a bar near the Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles with some friends when Heather showed up as part of another group they were meeting up with.

  Heather caught Amber’s eye immediately, mostly because she was her physical opposite. Heather’s hair was long and blonde hair while Amber’s was short and brown. Heather had huge, natural, low-hanging breasts and Amber had small, perky, high ones. Heather’s soft, slightly pudgy, face was completely different than Amber’s sharply lined features. Heather was short and stacked, with an amazingly curvy natural figure while Amber was tall and lanky with a body toned daily in the gym.

  And the differences didn’t stop there. Pretty much everything about them was different.

  Heather’s pale skin to Amber’s dark tan. Her blue eyes to Amber’s brown. Her round, fleshy ass to Amber’s narrow, firm one. And it wasn’t only their looks that were in contrast.

  Heather was cute and bubbly while Amber was hard-edged and intense. She was talky while Amber was reserved. Heather was nice and Amber was mean. She was everybody’s best friend while Amber scared everyone away.

  Amber figured they would butt heads like a couple of divas, but as it turned out, they got along incredibly well. People always say opposites attract but Amber never bought into it.

  Until that first night.

  At some point they had ended up at the same table, both of them drunk off their asses and talking at length about their personal lives. Amber don’t remember many specifics of the conversation but she did remember that it was mostly about men, how pathetic and sad they were, how they didn’t know what they were doing in bed, how the only thing they cared about was pleasing themselves, that kind of stuff.

  Nothing happened that night but the foundation had been laid. It’s not like Amber knew right then that Heather and her were going to end up fucking on a regular basis, in fact, it was the furthest thing from her mind. She’d never been with another woman at that point, and Amber never really expected to. And Heather felt the same way.

  Hell, they didn’t even know if they’d ever see each other again after that night.

  But, as circumstances would have it, they did see each other again, the next weekend in fact, out at a different bar but with the same group of friends. And the weekend after that. And the one after that.

  Eventually they ended up talking more regularly, hanging out occasionally, doing things together. Until one day they realized they were best friends.

  Shortly after that, it just so happened that they were both looking for a place to live and it was natural that they ended up living together. They were like peas in a pod, twins separated at birth, yin and yang. Despite their outward differences, inwardly they were almost the same person; neither of them cared about stupid, petty shit.

  The first time they hooked up it was nothing planned. They were both having men problems at the same time so they decided to have a girls-night in, just the two of them. They ordered gourmet pizza, bought three bottles of expensive wine, rented a few chick flicks and locked themselves in their apartment.

  They were drunk as skunks and had just finished the second movie when the fun started.

  They’d been ripping on men the whole night, each telling stories about how small this guy’s dick was, or this guy couldn’t get it up, or how this guy was a three-pump chump when Heather casually said, “Why do we need men anyways?”

  “That’s a damn good question,” Amber replied. “It’s not like they’re good for anything. Except for their cocks of course.”

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Heather said with the exaggerated inflection of someone who is wasted. “If they didn’t have those damn things they’d be totally and utterly worthless.”

  “Hell, even cocks can’t save most of them,” Amber said.

  “You can say that again sister,” Heather said.

  So Amber did. They both laughed.

  “But seriously,” Heather said as the laughter died down. “Just imagine if we had cocks. Then we wouldn’t need men at all. We could replace their pathetic asses completely.”

  “Who says we can’t anyway?” Amber replied, only half-joking. At this point she was so drunk and so horny that she was starting to get on board with this whole idea of leaving men out of the loop.

  “What a minute, what are you saying?” Heather asked. She was trying to sound all innocent but Amber knew her too well to buy into it. Heather knew exactly what Amber was talking about.

  “Cocks are the easiest thing in the world to replace,” Amber said. “I’ve got three of them in my room right now, all different sizes. And don’t tell me you don’t have at least a couple yourself. I’ve heard you making noises in your room when you think you’re alone.”

  “What kind of noises are you talking about?” Heather said, pretending to be offended.

  “Don’t give me that shit,” Amber said. “You know what the fuck I’m talking about.”

  “Are you saying that you listen to me when I’m playing with myself?”

  “Not listening, per se, but I can’t help but hear you. Not with all that moaning and groaning you do when you’re in there alone.”

  “Does all that moaning and groaning turn you on?” Heather asked. She was still smiling but her tone was a bit more serious now.

  “Of course it does,” Amber replied. “How could it not?”

  Amber looked at Heather and realized she was looking right back at her the same way. And just like that, it happened. They both leaned forward at the same time and kissed.

  Heather took the lead, hopping up on top of Amber and straddling her while they made out.

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p; Both ladies found it amazing, kissing another women, not only because it was taboo but because they were both great kissers. Their lips were soft and supple, their tongues active but not crazy. Both knew just how much pressure to use; not too much but not too little. And both were imagining how good the other would be with their tongues in other areas.

  Amber put her hands on Heather’s stomach and moved them up under her shirt and grabbed her breasts.

  Heather leaned back and slipped off her shirt, revealing her boobs in all their glory. Fat and juicy and hanging low with huge aureoles. They were amazing.

  “Do you like my tits?” Heather said, bouncing up and down slightly, making them jiggle and shake.

  “I fucking love them,” Amber said.

  Heather smiled and pressed them together with her arms. “Yeah, they are pretty nice, aren’t they?”

  “They’re more than nice,” Amber said. “They’re beautiful. Just like you.”

  “Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” she said. “Deep down, despite your hard exterior, you’re just a little softy, aren’t you?”

  “Sshhh,” Amber said, bringing her finger to her mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”

  “Don’t worry Amber,” Heather said. “Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell a soul.” Her voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper. “Provided you do something for me, of course.”

  “Anything you want,” Amber said.

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” Heather said. Then she leaned forward and thrust her tits into Amber’s face. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

  So Amber started playing with one of them, fondling and licking it, slowly moving her tongue over her nipple a few times before clamping on it and sucking it until it got hard.

  Amber glanced up to see Heather’s head thrown back, her face towards the ceiling and her eyes closed. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped from her throat.

  Amber figured she was doing something right so she switched over the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

  While Amber worked on her other breast, Heather ran her hand down Amber’s stomach and slipped her hand under Amber’s pajama bottoms and started rubbing Amber’s pussy. Amber was already turned on but this took things to another level. She started working Heather’s nipple more aggressively in response to her growing excitement and Heather replied by rubbing Amber’s pussy with more intensity. They continued like this for a little while, each one upping the ante and the other responding, until they’d both taken things pretty much as far as they could go.

  Amber’s panties were completely soaked through by now, making it feel like Heather’s fingers were rubbing her pussy directly, but Amber needed something more. She couldn’t take the teasing anymore. She needed something inside of her. So Amber climbed out from under Heather and quickly slipped out of her pajamas and panties. Falling back onto the couch Amber spread her legs and started playing with herself, her eyes locked directly on Heather’s as her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy.

  Heather slid out of her bottoms shortly after Amber did, leaving them both naked from the waist down.

  Amber was expecting Heather to start playing with herself too but what she got was even better. Heather dropped down to the floor, crawled over until she was between Amber’s legs, and started licking Amber’s pussy.

  Amber let out a low moan of pleasure and shifted her fingers so they were rubbing her clit while Heather ate her out, Heather’s tongue working expertly in and around Amber’s pussy, hitting all the right notes as only someone with a pussy of their own can.

  Amber wasn’t not sure how long they went at it like that but soon enough she was cumming like she’d never cum before, her body shaking and shimmying as a scream escaped her throat while the orgasm wracked her body.

  “Holy fuck,” Amber said once she’d recovered.

  “A good one, huh?” Heather said, smiling, her juices covering her face, making it gleam in the light.

  “Only the best one ever,” Amber said.

  “No lie?”

  “I swear.”

  Heather put on her pouty face. “I want a turn.”

  “Be my guest,” Amber said, relinquishing her spot on the couch.

  Clapping her hands, Heather bounced up onto the couch, spread her legs wide and beckoned Amber over. Smiling, Amber obliged, dropping her face onto Heather’s pussy and going to town while Heather played with her clit.

  A short time later Amber brought Heather to orgasm, her legs clamping down on Amber’s head while her body spasmed, her juices squirting out of her pussy and drenching Amber’s smiling face.

  “Holy shit you were right,” Heather said, panting to catch her breath. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”

  “I told you,” Amber said.

  “And to think, all these years we’ve been screwing around with boys . . .”

  “Yeah, what a shame, huh?”

  “Indeed,” Heather replied.

  Amber stood up and fell onto the couch next to Heather. Amber dropped her head onto Heather’s shoulder then turned her face upwards.

  “It’s pretty sad to think about all the time they wasted on those boys,” Amber said.

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Heather replied. “Who knew that they didn’t actually need them at all?”

  “Maybe those that did know kept it to themselves,” Amber said. “They didn’t want the secret getting out.”

  “Yeah,” Heather said. “They didn’t want any competition.”

  “That’s what I’m thinking.”

  They fell silent for a moment. Then Heather starting laughing under her breath.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I just think it’s hilarious,” Heather said.

  “What is?”

  “The fact that they really don’t need them at all,” Heather said. “They really are only good for their cocks, and like you pointed out earlier, those are easily replaceable.”

  “They certainly are,” Amber said.

  “I mean, think about it,” Heather said. “They don’t know how to kiss. They don’t know where to touch you. And they sure as hell don’t know how to eat pussy. They simply don’t know how to please a woman.”

  “Where women, on the other hand, know exactly how and where to touch each other, because we touch ourselves all the time,” Amber said, picking up where Heather had left off.

  “Exactly!”

  “Plus men only think about themselves,” Amber added. “As far as they’re concerned, once they’ve cum that’s it. They’re done. It doesn’t make any difference if we’ve gotten off or not.”

  “Which brings us to perhaps the best thing about being with another woman,” Heather said, looking at Amber intently.

  Amber knew exactly where this was going. She was thinking the same thing herself. It was something that came up every time they talked about boys.

  “Women don’t have to stop after one orgasm!” they said at exactly the same time.

  “We can go all night long without a break,” Amber added.

  “We can indeed.”

  Amber stood up and held out her hand. “Shall we continue, my dear?” Amber said in a faux-elegant voice.

  “We shall,” Heather replied in kind as she took Amber’s hand.

  Amber helped her up. “Your room or mine?” she asked, leading Heather towards the hallway.

  “Does it matter?” she replied.

  “Not at all,” Amber said, turning towards her. She pulled Heather close and started kissing her right there in the middle of the living room. “It doesn’t matter in the least.”

  “But you know what does matter?” Heather said after they’d broken off their kiss.

  “What?” Amber asked.

  “How freaky we’re going to get with each other.”

  “How freaky do you want it?” Amber asked.

  “Very,” Heather said.

  “Wh
at exactly did you have in mind?”

  “I want to get dominated,” Heather said.

  Amber raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Are you serious?”

  “Completely,” Heather said.

  Amber literally shivered in excitement and leaned in and slipped her tongue into Heather’s mouth. After they made out for a bit, Amber pulled away, smiling widely.

  “I take it that’s a yes?” Heather said, her smile matching Amber’s.

  “That’s not just a yes,” Amber said. “It’s a FUCK YEAH!”

  They both laughed and hugged each other.

  “The only question left is how extreme do you want me to get?” Amber asked.

  “Nothing too crazy this time,” Heather said. “No bondage or nipple clamps or anything.”

  “Fair enough,” Amber said.

  “And definitely no dunking my head in the toilet or pissing on me or anything like that.”

  “I’d never do that to you,” Amber said. “Not even if you asked me too. There are some things you don’t do to another person, no matter what.”

  “I figured as much,” she said. “But I just wanted to make sure.”

  “So just your basic domination starter’s kit,” Amber said. “Smacking, pulling hair, choking, that sort of thing.”

  Heather’s eyes lit up and she vigorously nodded her head.

  “And how rough do you want me to get?” Amber asked.

  “Just use your discretion,” she replied. “I trust you.”

  “Okay,” Amber said. “But because it’s our first time, I’ll probably err on the soft side a bit, so make sure you tell me if you want it harder.”

  “Oh don’t worry,” Heather said. “I will. And you don’t have to take it easy on me. I kind of want to see how much I can handle.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Amber said, her grin growing wider. “Are you ready to get started?”

  “I can’t wait,” Heather said, flashing a little smile.

  “Well, let’s get going then,” Amber said, grabbing a handful of Heather’s hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending Heather’s head backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.