Big Book of Smut

by Gia Blue

  I let my finger slip down to my needy hole, trace the edge and let the shudder of pleasure wash through.

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” A glance at his crotch and I can see the growing bulge, his dick fighting against the jeans. “I want in that cunt.” Another shiver, pussy contracting and practically sucking my finger in. He approaches, jeans still perilously close to falling off, and drops to his knees, brushes my hand aside. “But first, I want to taste you.” Mr. Walker leans forward, mouth an inch from my heat. “No going back now, Debbie. I’m going to taste you and then I’m going to fuck you. And then I’ll probably do it again.” He brings his hands to my knees, skims my legs and then grips my inner thighs and forces them further apart. “I’m not going to be gentle and loving.”

  His attention flicks to my face and I figure he’s waiting for some sort of response. “I don’t want gentle, Mr. Walker. I want good. Amber and Jenny said you blew their minds. Now I want you to blow mine.”

  He leans forward then, mouth open, and I figure he’s going to lick me. Fuck yeah. No guy has ever gone this far. I’m watching, wanting to catch every moment and commit it to memory.

  Except, Mr. Walker doesn’t taste my pussy, no, he grabs one of the lips between his teeth and tugs, a sharp pain dancing through me. “What?”

  He releases me a moment and then gives the other lip the same treatment. I jerk and shift, closer or farther away, I don’t know. It’s just... He does it again, biting me in different places, higher along my slit, then lower. Bite, bite, bite. But then, it blossoms into pleasure, this pain mingling with my arousal and now I’m rocking forward toward his mouth, aching for the next nip, the next contact. “Oh, fuck, Mr. Walker. Bite me. Give it to me.”

  He pauses, thumbs skimming my outer lips for a moment before he separates them. “Pretty pink pussy. And all mine.”

  This time, he licks me. From the top of my slit to my hole, his tongue dives between my heated flesh and strokes all of my nerve endings at once. He travels up and down, over and again, before centering on my clit. Fuck yeah. Even I know that the clit is where it’s at.

  I lean back against the mirror and free up my hands to knot in his hair, the soft curls feel silky against my palm, but I’m more concerned about how the locks can be used to guide him. I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer and tug on him.

  Oh damn, he moans, buries his face further between my legs, tongue doing evil, wicked and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

  A whispered “oh, fuck” flitters up to me a moment before a thick finger is shoved into my cunt, spreading me just a little. It’s...oh, god...it’s strange and somehow feels good at the same time. It’s weird, but I don’t want it to stop. Never ever stop.

  “Oh, that feels...” He wiggles his digit and my back bows, pleasure snagging away my control. “Mr. Walker!”

  Because...because I can’t do anything right now. What he’s doing feels beyond good. My orgasm is really, really close, but it’s bigger than what I can normally give myself. It’s fucking huge. I snatch away one of my hands from his head and grab my boob, knead my breast and tug on my nipple, the sensation going straight to my clit.

  He’s still lapping at the nub, circling round and round, while he works his finger in and out of my cunt. Gah, he’s fucking me. With his finger. Oh, fuck, he’s finger fucking my pussy.

  “Fuck me, Mr. Walker. That feels so good. Don’t stop. Make me come.” I rock my hips in time with his thrusts, meet his movements, and then he shoves another finger in, filling me up even more. I squeak at the invasion, a pinch of pain accompanying his presence. “Oh, that kind of hurts.” He slows and I panic, worried that he’ll call a halt. “No! Don’t stop. Please, I want you to fuck me so hard, Mr. Walker.”

  His eyes meet mine for a moment and then he picks up the pace, those fingers shoving in and out of my cunt, stroking that fun spot inside and his tongue is working over my clit like a mad man. Oh, fuck, it’s coming. I’m coming, whatever.

  The tiny spasms that have been traveling through me are intensifying, growing with each passing second, taking over my muscles until I’m tense, toes curled, waiting...

  I’m back to rocking against him, increasing the force of each thrust, rubbing and working toward my orgasm. I bring my other hand to my tit and now I’m tugging on both nipples, pussy getting worked over. This is so fucking better than masturbating alone.

  Oh fuck.

  He sucks on my clit, nips it with his teeth and then goes back to flicking it with his tongue. “Oh, fuck! Mr. Walker, it’s so good. Wanna come so bad.”

  He increases his pace, fingers and tongue moving faster, giving me more. I can feel the pleasure gathering strength, pussy tightening around his pistoning fingers, twitches and tremors slithering through me, and I can’t stop, can’t breathe, can’t do anything until...

  “Mr. Walker! I’m com-” The last of the word is cut off by my scream, back arched, eyes squeezed shut, I yell while I come, ecstasy pouring through me like a tsunami, stealing any control away. I jerk and tremble while he keeps finger fucking me. Just his fingers cause right now, he’s smiling at me, face shining and slick from my juices.

  “That’s it, dirty little slut, come for me and then I’m going to fuck that tight cunt.” His voices is deep, growly.

  “Yes, yes, yes...” In and out. He’s still moving, giving me what I need to come again and again. It’s like it won’t stop, just keeps dumping pleasure into my veins and pumping through my body.

  And now, I can’t wait until his dick is in my pussy.

  Can’t.

  Fucking.

  Wait.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...” I’m trembling, bliss still consuming me, but I want to feel the stretch of his cock.

  Mr. Walker rolls to his feet and then slowly, oh so slowly, slips his fingers out of my hole and brings them to his mouth. He laps at the digits, attention entirely on me while he cleans them. “Mmm...best tasting pussy I’ve ever had. Such a dirty girl to have such a nice little cunt. Don’t you think?”

  I nod, unable to speak.

  “I think we should make it as dirty as you.”

  “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. I am a very dirty girl.” A tiny shudder wracks my body. “Very dirty.”

  While I watch, he slips his hands beneath the waist of his jeans and nudges them until they pool at his feet. A quick flick and he’s completely nude before me.

  And his dick is huge. Oh shit.

  He’s long and thick, the head an angry, aroused red with droplets of pre-cum gathering on the tip. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. Hell, I’ve never done that either.

  But later.

  After he fucks me.

  A few times.

  Mr. Walker grasps his shaft at the base and strokes himself, up and down his length. It looks like it gets even bigger, harder, if that’s possible. Oh shit.

  “You ready to get dirty, slut?”

  “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker.”

  “Beg.”

  I open my eyes wide. “What?”

  “Beg for my cock. Beg me to put it in your tight pussy.”

  This man is hitting all of my buttons. I’ve only ever read about this kind of stuff, the dirty talk and whatnot, but I loved every word. “Please, Mr. Walker. Please fuck me. Fuck my cunt and cum in my pussy. I’m on the pill and I want your cum in me. Cover me in it. Cum in your dirty slut.” I open my legs wider, show him my creaming hole. “Please stick your dick in me.”

  He steps closer, hand still gripping his shaft at the base, and positions the head at my entrance, circles it round and round. “This what you want? Want this dick in your hole?”

  I nod, rock my hips and try to force him in. “Please?”

 

“Keep those green eyes one me, Debbie. Watch me while I take this pussy.”

  I do as he asks, attention entirely on him, his bright blue eyes, the pleasurable agony as he teases my sensitive cunt. He quits teasing and stills for a moment, the tip poised at my opening and then he eases the first bit into my pussy, stretches and spreads me, spears me on his fat cock.

  “Oh, God! Mr. Walker!” It hurts and feels good at the same time and I feel like I’m about split wide open. I squirm, ease away, push forward, wiggle to escape the pinching pain as he enters my cunt. “Mr. Walker, it hurts...”

  I don’t know how much of him I’ve taken, but I there can’t be much more. It’s like I have a foot of cock in my pussy.

  He strokes my arms, hands skimming my skin. “Shh, sweetheart. It’s going to get so much better. Easy, baby.” A little more of his cock slides inside and I whimper, shift. “Want me to stop?”

  One of his hands slips between my legs, flicks my clit and I moan, wiggle for an entirely different reason. “Oh.” He does it again, harder this time, flexes his hips while toying with the nub. “Ohh...” I purr, back in this again. “No, don’t stop, Mr. Walker. It hurts, but that feels so good.”

  A smile splits his lips, full of male, cocky, satisfaction. “Maybe you like having a cock in your cunt?”

  I nod, because now that the initial stretching pain is gone, my pussy is in heaven. “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. I want you dick in my pussy. Fuck me, please?” I nibble my lower lip and he presses my clit. “Please, Mr. Walker, please!”

  I’m begging, but I don’t care. I want whatever he’ll show me.

  He goes back to filling me, giving me shallow thrusts, in and out, more and more of his dick spreading me wide. He’s huffing and puffing, sweat beading his brow, while he tries to give me what I want.

  God, do I want.

  It feels like hours, but it can’t be more than seconds later, his balls are resting against my ass, dick fully inside me.

  “Oh, fuck, baby. Your cunt is so tight. The perfect pussy.” He retreats a bit and then shoves forward again, forcing a shudder down my spine. Shit, his cock is touching those places his fingers had been toying with, making my arousal flare bright once again.

  He does it again, out and then back in. At first, it’s in tiny increments, small shifts of his hips and before long, I’m aching for more.

  Much more.

  “Mr. Walker, it feels so good, makes me so hot.” He’s rubbing my clit in tiny circles, round and round, forcing my pussy to clench and tighten around him in response. “Will you make me come, Mr. Walker? I want it so bad.” I’m breathless, moving in time with him, pinching my nipples and tugging on my breasts, savoring the bit of pain.

  “Yeah? Want to come on my dick?” He pulls out and slams forward, yanking a gasp from within my chest. “The dirty slut wants to come?”

  I’m breathing hard, working to meet his thrusts. “Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. Your dirty whore wants to come all over you.” The head of his prick strokes that sweet spot inside me and I gasp and moan, eyes drifting closed for a moment. “Harder. Please, harder. Feels so good.”

  He withdraws and then shoves his way back into my cunt once again. “Harder? You want more, little virgin slut? Want me to tear this cunt up?”

  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...He does it again, out and then a slam home, whole body shaking with the force. “Yes, please, yes.” Mr. Walker puts one arm around my waist and the other beneath my ass and hoists me from the counter. I squeak and wrap my legs around him, shudder at the sensation of him sinking into me even deeper. “God, don’t stop. Fuck me, Mr. Walker.”

  “Oh, I’m going to, baby. This dirty slut is going to get fucked just like she wants.” I cling to him while he walks, just a handful of steps before he lowers me to the bed, the soft comforter beneath my back while he looms over me. “Ready, baby?”

  I can do nothing but nod. By the time he’s got the words out, his hips are moving. He starts slow at first, one hand on my hip and the other gripping my shoulder. My pussy is at the perfect level for him now and it’s only moments before he picks up the pace.

  Oh, shit.

  The nice and slow morphs into a hard hammering of his cock in and out of my pussy, slam, slam, slam. The only sound in the room is the echo of flesh meeting flesh, over and over again, our breathing mingling in here and there.

  “Fuck, yes, fuck me, Mr. Walker. Fuck my pussy.” I use my legs around his waist to pull him against me. Harder and harder with every thrust. His pelvis is hitting me at just the right spot, making my clit sing in response. “Give it to me. Harder. Want it.”

  “Take that cock. Little slut. Getting fucked with this fat dick.” His grip is hurting me, but it doesn’t compare to the pleasure I’m feeling. He’s breathing heavy, the slap, slap, slap of our bodies going on and on.

  My pussy is on fire. Good and bad and somewhere in between, clit a happy little camper and I know I’m screaming, or talking, fuck, I might not even be speaking English, but it all feels so good.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...”

  “Naughty whore. Stuff you with that cock.”

  “Give it to me. Harder. Do it.”

  He simply growls in response, picks up his pace, balls slapping against my ass and pleasure is gathering through me. My whole damn body is like an electrical outlet, powered and ready to go, ready to fucking explode. “Mr. Walker, feels so good, love this dick. Fuck me with that fat cock. Stuff me with it.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah...” His face is a mottled red, sweat covering his brow while he pistons in and out of my pussy. “Fucking going to come in this cunt.”

  A shudder takes over my whole body, dancing through me from head to toe and I can’t hold back my moan of pleasure, the waves of ecstasy that follows just behind the movements. “Want your come in my pussy.”

  Cause I do, want him to paint me inside out, fill me to overflowing with his load. Just the idea has me on edge, cunt milking his cock, rhythmically clenching around his dick, over and over again, more and more. The pleasure is growing along my spine, slithering through me like a snake until I’m a big ball of ecstasy that’s growing larger and larger.

  “Gonna...”

  “Fuck yeah, come on this dick, slut.”

  I reach up and pinch my nipples, back bowed, mouth hanging open as I run toward the edge and then...leap, orgasm crashing over me in wave after wave of sensation. Muscles I didn’t know I had are spasming, tightening in rhythm, squeezing bit after bit of pleasure from my body. I’m screaming, I’m yelling, I’m coming harder and harder, longer and longer and Mr. Walker keeps pistoning in and out of my pussy.

  Harder.

  And harder.

  And harder.

  “Fuck, Mr. Walker, come in my pussy. Fill my cunt.”

  He groans, gives me more, more, more and then the thrusts become jerky. Once, twice, three times and he pushes deep, my name on his lips as his cock seems to grow larger inside me. It flexes and then spurt after spurt of his cum fills me, pumping into my still spasming cunt.

  “Fuck, yeah. Fucking,” he rocks against me, as if trying to get deeper, “perfect cunt.”

  I moan and lay limp, exhausted and more than sated.

  He thrusts against me once more, his own body jerking and twitching along with mine, before he finally slumps forward, head against my shoulder.

  I stroke his back and find that sweat is coating his skin. “You okay Mr. Walker?” I mean, he is as old as my Dad.

  He just chuckles and I shiver, his cock still making my pussy tingle and I can feel some of his cum seeping from my cunt. “More than okay. Fan-fucking-tastic. You have the most perfect pussy. Those guys at college better take care of it.”

  I think about it for a moment. He really is an amazing fuck. “Well, if they don’t, maybe you can come and visit.”

  After all, it’s Fell Utilitarian College, if they didn’t want us to fuck, the acronym wouldn’t be F.U.C.

  About the Author

  Gia Blue writes smut because she’s been cursed with an unbelievably dirty mind. Every erotic thought has her putting pen to paper, and then releasing the stories to all of the naughty people in the world to enjoy. A self-proclaimed whore and nympho, she’s now an ex-stripper turned smut writer, ever since she traded in her pole for a Mac. She’s embarked on an important mission to convert everyone who reads her books into jolly, one-handed readers. She’d shake your hand, but it looks like you’re busy. You can also stalk me on twitter! http://twitter.com/smutastic or check out my website at http://giablue.com

  Gia’s other titles can be found on her Amazon.com Book List!

  Diary of a Nympho: Special Delivery – Kelly Haven

  Dear Diary,

  Today started out like crap. I woke up feeling all bleh, so I told my step dad and he said I could stay home from school. He’s pretty cool like that, I guess. I dunno, I kind of think that when you're 18, you can do whatever the hell you want. By around mid-morning, though, I started feeling better, so I had some toast and bacon. I looked around, realized that everyone was gone to work, and screamed because I had the entire house to myself.

  We live in a really big place. It’s not like, a mansion or anything, but close. There’s five rooms, a basement, an attic, a ginormous living room, and three bathrooms. How’s that for fancy? With it being all empty, I could do whatever I wanted. Unfortunately since it was just a sick day, that meant all my boy toys were at school, though. Oh no! That was okay, though. I could amuse myself in other ways. The stash of porn that my brother has isn’t too bad. I’ve seen almost all of it, but it never gets old. It never fails to turn me on, and make me touch myself. I figured I’d sneak some of it into my room and masturbate for a while. I got a new dildo that I was dying to try, and with everyone gone, it was the perfect time to shove it in my dripping wet pussy.

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