Kink - Horny Deviants

HORNY DEVIANTS

8 SEXY TALES

Taylor Kink

Copyright 2018 by Taylor Kink

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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Sex is a funny thing. Sometimes its better slow and gentle, with someone you really care about and enjoy spending time outside of the bedroom with. And sometimes you just want to get slammed by a stranger.

Last night was the latter.

Okay, so maybe he wasnt technically a stranger, but I certainly dont know him all that well. His name was Jules and he lived in my apartment complex but Id never actually talked to him for any length of time. Id seen him at the gym and the pool a few times and weve said hi to each other but that was about it.

I do know one thing about him though; hes hot as shit. Tall, with dark hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and a rocking body. And from the few times Ive seen him in shorts, quite a nice package too.

To be honest, Ive thought about making the moves on him before but the timing has never been right. Until last night, that is.

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It was just after midnight when I got home from a night of dancing and drinking in downtown San Diegos Gaslamp Quarter. We had a small group of friends that got together once a month for a girls-night-out and the only rule was you werent allowed to go home with a guy. It was our little way of guaranteeing that wed spend the whole night together without getting distracted. Of course, the rule almost always got broken by at least one of the girls, but tonight Id stuck to it and came home alone.

This late the parking lot was pretty full so I was forced to park on the opposite side of the complex from my apartment. Feeling a little tipsy, I climbed out of my car, slipped my heels back on to make the walk across the pavement, and headed for one of the side entrances to the complex.

Because it was an entrance I rarely used, I was more than a little bit startled to hear someone call out to me as I approached the complex.

Looks like you had fun tonight, said the vaguely familiar voice.

I turned towards the sound and saw Jules sitting on his outside patio. He was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his incredible body. He had a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. There were at least ten empty bottles on the table in front of him.

It was okay, I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement building in my loins.

Just okay? he asked.

I walked over towards him and leaned up against the iron fence that surrounded his patio, giving him a nice view of my tits. Yeah, you can only have so much fun when your group is made up entirely of girls.

Oh, I dont know about that, he said, flashing a wry smile. Ive had lots of fun with groups made up entirely of girls.

I matched his smile with one of my own. Im sure you have.

Of course, they probably had more fun than I did.

I laughed under my breath. Not very modest, are you?

Not at all, he replied. Especially not when Ive had this much to drink.

Well, lucky for you I dont like my men modest, I said.

What about drunk?

Actually I like them that way.

Oh yeah? And why is that?

Because theyre more likely to not have any inhibitions, I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldnt.

He didnt. His smile grew wider but his gaze didnt waver one bit. Thats funny, he said. Thats the same reason I like my women drunk.

Then youre in luck.

As are you, he said.

So, do you have any more beers in there? I asked.

No, but I have some more potent stuff.

You mind if I share some with you?

Id be delighted, he said. As long as youre willing to share some other stuff too.

Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight, I said. Im in one of those kinds of moods.

What a coincidence, he said. So am I.

Then I guess Ill meet you at your door, I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.

This was gonna be fun.

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Ten minutes later we were in his kitchen, throwing down our sixth shot of Tequila. Combined with my earlier drinking I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was in that perfect state; drunk enough to act compulsively but not so wasted that I didnt know what I was doing. I was fully aware of my actions, I just didnt care.

Can I tell you something? I said, catching Juless eye and giving him a nasty little smile.

You can tell me whatever you want.

I cupped my hand around my mouth, leaned in towards him, stuck my mouth right next to his ear and whispered, I really need to get fucked.

Is that right? he said, shifting his head so he was looking at me. One corner of his mouth was turned up in a confident little smirk.

Yep. And when I say fucked I mean fucked, I said, running my hands over his chest while I talked. With a capital F. Not made love to, all mellow and romantic and shit. Fucked. Hard. Pounded. Until Im screaming. I shifted so my face was directly in front of his. Our lips were practically touching. Do you think you can help me out with that?

Oh, I dont think that would be much of a problem at all, he said, grabbing me by the waist and easily lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. Good hard poundings just happen to be my specialty.

Lucky me, I said.

He stepped in closer and stuck his tongue into my mouth and started aggressively exploring it.

I returned the favor, kissing him back just as intensely as he was kissing me. His hands ran up under my shirt and deftly undid my bra. I shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed my tits while we continued to make out.

His head moved down to my chin and then neck, kissing me as he went, stopping only once he reached my tits. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it until it was hard, then sucked on it right up until that perfect point between pleasure and pain before letting go and making his way over to the other one.

Jules working my tits was making me horny as hell. I ran my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy over my panties. It only took a few seconds before I was soaking through them. I yanked them aside and slipped two fingers into my pussy and started playing with myself, rubbing and fingering my soaking wet pussy.

Still banging myself, I ran my free hand up his leg to his crotch, feeling his hard cock beneath his pants. I began to rub my hand against it, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.

The more aggressively I worked his cock the more intensely he went after my nipples and it wasnt long before we were both ready to move forward.

I popped my nipple out of his mouth and dropped to my knees until my head was right in front of his crotch. I could see his dick pushing against the cotton of his pants. He was rock-hard.

I looked up at him, making eye contact, giving him puppy dog eyes as I undid his zipper and pulled his cock out of his pants. It wasnt the biggest dick Ive ever seen but it wasnt the smallest either, right about six inches long and pretty thick. And it was hard enough to hammer nails, which was all that really mattered anyway.

Still looking up at him, I wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened my mouth, and took the head of his cock between my lips. I sucked on the tip while stroking the shaft with my hand, working slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace.

It wasnt long before I was taking him halfway down with every pump, then three-quarters, and finally swallowing his entire cock. With my hands grabbing his ass, I took his cock down my throat and held it there, deepthroating him with ease, my nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock tickled the back of my throat.