Dirtier Than She Appears

DIRTIER THAN SHE APPEARS

Alex Hunter

Copyright 2015 Alex Hunter

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

DIRTIER THAN SHE
APPEARS

ALSO BY ALEX
HUNTER

AUTHOR’S
NOTE

DIRTIER THAN
SHE APPEARS

It always makes me laugh when someone thinks
they can tell the freakiness of a woman based solely on her looks.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some women that advertise their
sluttiness loud and clear, with tattoos everywhere and skimpy
outfits. But there are plenty of other sluts out there too, hiding
behind a cute face and a conservative outfit, just waiting to be
found out.

In my experience, (which is pretty damn
extensive, by the way) these “closet sluts” seem to end up being
even freakier and more perverted than their more obvious
counterparts. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, perhaps there is
some level of expectations being exceeded that comes into play, but
for some reason, when the cute little blonde with an innocent face
and wide eyes wearing a virginal white dress turns out to be a
slut, she ends up being more perverted than usual.

Take Wendy, for example.

She was browsing the fiction aisle at a
bookstore when I saw her, taking her time, looking at crime novels.
After picking up the book I came in for, I wandered over towards
her, attracted, as I always was, by something about her. It wasn’t
anything I could put my finger on, nothing conscious, but I’d
always had a nose for sluts and had learned to trust me instincts.
They rarely led me astray.

And they certainly didn’t in this case.

After a few innocent comments about what we
liked to read and what we could recommend to each other, we started
getting a little more personal. Before long we were discussing
issues that were wholly inappropriate for the aisles of a bookstore
in the middle of the afternoon.

After a good ten minutes of hanging out,
Wendy asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a cup of
coffee. I, of course, accepted. So we paid for our books and I
followed her home.

Once we were there she didn’t waste any time
on particulars. Immediately after we entered her apartment, Wendy
closed the door behind us, then slipped her dress off, right there
in the living room. I wasn’t shocked to see that she didn’t have a
bra on underneath, but I was a little surprised that she wasn’t
wearing any panties.

“
They just get in the
way,” she said when I asked her about it.

I laughed and shook my head. I’d known that
underneath the innocent façade she was a slut, but I hadn’t
realized how big of one. This was going to be even better than I’d
thought.

Wendy had a pretty good body, nothing
spectacular but certainly nothing to scoff at. Pale skin, small but
perky tits, a pretty flat stomach, nice legs. Not exactly a sexy
woman, but cute as a button, and from the looks of things
absolutely no shame whatsoever, which was by far the most important
thing as far as I was concerned.

“
Do you like what you
see?” Wendy asked, spinning her body around, giving me a good look
at her cute little butt.

“
You’re fucking
incredible,” I said as I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. It
wasn’t rock hard yet but it was quickly getting there. “What about
you? Do you like what you see?”

“
Very much so,” Wendy
said. “Although I’m not gonna lie. It’s bigger than I was
expecting.”

I wasn’t surprised. It was something I heard
a lot. While not ridiculously huge, my cock was a good 7 inches
fully hard, and proportionally it looked even bigger due to my thin
frame. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“
Oh, I know I can handle
it.”

“
Prove it,” I
said.

“
It would be my pleasure,”
Wendy said, dropping to her knees. She wrapped one hand around my
shaft, then opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. She worked
the tip of my cock with her mouth while stroking my shaft with her
hand, quickly bringing me to full attention.

“
You’re pretty good at
that,” I said.

“
I’m more than
pretty
good,” Wendy
replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth and smacking it against
her cheek before once again wrapping her lips around it.

I shuddered slightly as she effortlessly
took my cock halfway down and began to bob her head forward and
back, taking me further and further inside her mouth until she was
swallowing the entire thing.

Wendy worked my cock in long, deep strokes,
making it disappear and reappear with regularity, expertly
maintaining a medium pace while exerting the perfect amount of
pressure to provide intense stimulation without making it
unbearable.

After a full minute of blowing me without
pause, Wendy let my cock slide from her mouth. She gathered up the
leftover saliva and spit it on my cock and then used her hands to
work it in, jerking me off two-handed while she looked up at
me.

“
Before we go any
further,” she said. “I have to warn you about
something.”

“
What’s that?” I asked,
even though I knew what she was going to say. I
was
a slut magnet, after all. I’d
had this conversation more than a few times.

“
You’ve probably figured
this out by now, but I like getting a little crazy in the sack,”
she said. “I’m not one for just regular, boring old
sex.”

“
Yeah, I kind of figured
that,” I said, trying not to smile.

“
Is that okay with you?”
she asked.

“
Oh, I think I can deal
with it,” I said, my smile breaking through.

“
Yeah, I kind of got the
feeling you would,” Wendy said, matching my grin, continuing to
jerk me off all the while. “That’s why I brought you back here in
the first place. You looked like you weren’t afraid to get a little
freaky.”

“
Not at all,” I said. “The
way I figure it, there’s no reason not to. After all, you only live
once. Might as well get the most out of life.”

“
My thoughts exactly,”
Wendy said. “So let’s have some fun.”

And with that, she spun me around so my back
was to her and put her hands on my ass.

“
Bend over,” she
said.

After I did as I was told, Wendy spread my
ass cheeks apart and started licking my asshole, going to town on
it without any hesitation whatsoever.

“
Holy shit,” I said under
my breath.

Reaching around, she grabbed ahold of my
cock and started jerking me off. With her other hand she enclosed
my balls and massaged them, rolling them around in her hands,
squeezing them together, pulling down on them. Then she stuck her
rigid tongue inside my asshole and started bouncing her face back
and forth against my ass, forcing her tongue deeper inside me with
every thrust.

My eyes were closed and my hands were
gripping the back of the couch tightly enough to leave marks in the
cushions. It felt incredible having her tongue in my ass. Not only
the physical tingling sensation that ran up my spine, but the sheer
filthiness of what she was doing, not to mention the energy she
poured into it. I’d had my asshole licked before, but never with
such verve and vigor. It was obvious that Wendy truly enjoyed
it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Wendy
pulled away. But even as disappointment racked my body, she was
already onto something else. She grabbed ahold of my cock and
yanked it backwards, so it was facing the wrong way, sticking out
behind me, right underneath my asshole. In this position the
pressure was intensified; right on the edge of pleasure and pain.
Which only served to turn me on even further, especially when Wendy
proceeded to take the entirety of my cock in her mouth, all the way
down to my balls. She held my cock in her throat for a couple of
seconds, the pressure building the whole time, before finally
slipping it out of her mouth with a cough and a gag.

She let go of my cock, allowing it to return
to its natural position. Then she said gave me a slap on the ass
and said, “Turn around. I want you to fuck my face.”

I spun to see Wendy on her knees, looking up
at me with her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Gripping the back of her head with my hands,
I proceeded to fuck Wendy’s face, my shaft sliding between her lips
as I pumped her mouth, my hips moving faster and faster, my balls
slapping up against her chin as I slammed my cock deeper and deeper
inside her throat.

“
Look at me,” I said, and
she did, her eyes as wide as a puppy dog’s. This turned me on even
further and I started pumping her even more
aggressively.

Wendy grabbed her tits, squeezing them and
groping them as I continued to fuck her face. She gave them a
couple of hearty slaps, the sound echoing about the room, louder
even than the gagging and gurgling coming from her mouth. Then her
hands slid further down, between her legs, and she went to work on
her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself
with the other while continuing to make eye contact with me the
entire time.

“
You’re such a little
fuckslut,” I said, mostly to myself, but she somehow managed to nod
her head without missing a beat. Laughing softly, marveling at her
abilities, I decided to press things a little further, test her out
even more.

I pumped her mouth a couple more times then
slammed my cock deep into her throat, as far as it would go.
Pressing on the back of her head, forcing her into me, I could feel
her nose pushing against the bottom of my stomach as she
effortlessly deepthroated me. I held her there for a full eight
seconds before she pushed back against my hand.

I let her go and her head flew backwards,
releasing my cock from her mouth. She took a couple of deep
breaths, gathered up a bunch of saliva, spit on my cock and started
jerking me off.

After she’d caught her breath, Wendy once
again wrapped her bright red lips around the head of my cock while
continuing to work my shaft with her hand.

A few seconds later she grabbed ahold of my
ballsack and pulled it forward, smashing my balls up against my
cock. Holding my sack in place about halfway down my shaft, she
widened her mouth and started moving it forward, engulfing more and
more of my cock as she went, until she came to my sack. She then
opened her mouth even further and pushed forward some more,
engulfing my cock and balls at the same time.

Wendy somehow managed to hold everything in
her mouth for almost five seconds before letting it all go.

“
Holy fucking shit,” I
said after she’d recovered. “How the hell did you do
that?”

“
Lots and lots of
practice,” she said, sporting an evil grin.

“
Well consider me
impressed,” I said

“
Do you want me to do
again?”

“
No, no, no,” I
said.

She gave me a strange look.

“
Don’t get me wrong,” I
said quickly. “I loved it. In fact, I loved everything you just
did. But I need to take a little break. Get myself back under
control, if you know what I mean.”

“
Fair enough,” Wendy
said.

“
Besides, it’s time for me
to return the favor.”

“
I’m not gonna argue with
that,” she said, smiling.

“
I didn’t think you
would,” I said as I pulled her to her feet, picked her up, slung
her over my shoulder and carried her over to the couch. Once there,
I tossed her atop it.

Standing over her, I flipped her over,
putting her on her back. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs
wide, then pushed back, folding her in half and opening up her
pussy to me.