All Kinds of Sluts - My Filthy Sluts: Volumes 1-3 by Jesse Flynn Page A

ease.
    Most of the time, I preferred the latter.
Luckily for me, on this night, that was what I got.
    It was just after 7PM when I knocked on her
door.
    “ Come on in,” I heard
Melanie call out. “I’m in the bedroom.”
    I opened the door and walked in, then closed
and locked it behind me. I made my way into the bedroom, an excited
little smile playing on my lips. I loved these first nights with
one of my girls. It was like Christmas morning every single
time.
    I pushed Melanie’s bedroom door open and
peeked inside her room. She was standing in front of a full-length
mirror attached to the wall next to the bed, putting the finishing
touches on her bright-red lipstick, which combined with the
generous portion of black mascara around her eyes and the
teased-up, slightly ruffled hair to give her that ultra-slutty look
that I loved so much.
    Her outfit played it up too, consisting of a
long-sleeve white blouse that showed off her small but firm and
perfect tits while leaving her flat midriff exposed and a tiny jean
skirt that barely covered her ass and left her black g-string
panties visible. And just to top things off she was wearing a pair
of black knee-high boots with heels that added four inches to her
frame, making her almost my height.  
    Melanie caught my eye in the mirror and
flashed me a smile. “What do you think?” she asked, spinning in
place.
    “ I think I’m already hard
just from looking at you.”
    “ You like it that much,
huh?”
    “ Like it? Hell, it’s all I
can do to not cream my pants right now.”
    Melanie laughed and went back to finishing
up her lipstick. It was a totally unnecessary move, meant only to
taunt me with her puckered up lips. And it worked. I just couldn’t
resist.
    I came up behind her and pressed my body up
against hers. My already hard cock was pressing against my pants,
poking her in the lower back, right above her ass. She caught my
eyes in the mirror and smiled wickedly. I returned the gesture.
    “ I thought we were going
to dinner?” Melanie said, acting all innocent.
    “ We are,” I replied. “Just
not until after I ravage you.”
    “ I don’t know,” she said,
pretending to play hard-to-get, a ruse that was undermined by her
wry smile and the tone of her voice, not to mention her body, which
was rubbing up against mine with deliberate intentions. “It took me
half an hour to get made up like this. I don’t know if I want to go
through that again.”
    “ Please,” I said, drawing
the word out to play up my mock disgust. “You know this is exactly
why you got all dolled up. You wanted to make it impossible for me
to keep my hands off you.”
    “ I must admit, I was
hoping it would have that effect.”
    “ Then stop your whining
and let me do what I’m good at,” I said as I ran my hand up the
side of her body, slipped my hand under her shirt and cupped her
right breast. I pinched her nipple and felt it harden beneath my
fingers almost immediately. She let out a low moan as I rubbed her
nipple between my fingertips.
    “ Oh, okay. Fine,” Melanie
said in an exaggeratedly resigned tone. “If you can’t keep your
hands off me, then I guess I’ll just have to let you do your
worst.” She began rubbing her ass up and down against me, her
breathing rate growing more and more rapid with every
second.
    I leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe
while I switched my hand over to her right nipple and gave it the
same treatment as the left one. Once both were hard enough to be
poking through the material of her shirt, I slid my hand out from
under her shirt and continued running it up her body until it was
wrapped loosely around her throat.
    Our eyes were still locked together via the
mirror while I lifted her chin slightly and licked and sucked at
her exposed neck. Her hands came up to her tits and she grabbed
ahold of them over the material and played with them.
    Melanie’s breath continued to grow shallower
and quicker as I ran my other hand down under her