Big Book of Smut

by Gia Blue

  “Hell yeah.” His voice was raspy.

  “So do it.”

  He climbed up onto the runway with her, and she pulled him close. Working her hips to the music, she pulled off his t-shirt, then peeled down his unzipped jeans. His cock sprang to attention as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. She knelt before him, taking his massive cock into her hands.

  “Now I’m going to make that fantasy come true.” Before he could say a word, she slid her wet mouth down on his cock, taking him as far in as she could. She pumped her head up and down along his shaft, running her tongue along the underside as she did. He groaned and arched back, tangling his fingers in her hair. He thrust his hips forward, nearly choking her, but she kept on taking him in deeper with each stroke.

  “Oh man, that’s amazing,” he breathed. “Yeah...suck me...let me fuck that face.” He pulled her hair gently, forcing her to bob faster on his rod.

  She could barely breathe, but she continued on, her pussy aching to have him shove his cock into her. He groaned, holding back, but she sensed he was ready to come. She popped off him, wiping saliva and pre-cum from her lips.

  “Oh god, don’t stop,” he begged.

  “I want every drop of that cum pumped into my tight pussy,” she whispered. “Please save it for me.” She looked up at him, her lips pouty.

  “Well, then two can play at that game.” He pulled her to her feet, then pushed her hard against the window. He flipped her around, so that her bare breasts pressed against the cold glass, and pinned her wrists. Then he forced her legs open with his knee, and made her spread them. She felt cold and vulnerable—and loved it. He kissed the back of her neck, then released one hand so that he could reach around and stroke her breast, grazing the nipple. She moaned in delight.

  He released the other hand, and reached around to slip a finger between her wet folds. He found her clit, and pressed it, moving it in circles.

  Karina leaned back into him, letting him take her weight, a thrill running through her as she imagined dozens of people across the park seeing the slutty exhibitionist getting felt up by a fuck-me-hot guy, for everyone to see.

  He pulled back, removing his hands, and she whimpered. Then he sat down underneath her, his back to the glass, and settled himself between her legs. He licked and sucked at her clit, his tongue feathering over it, driving her wild.

  She put her hands on the glass to brace herself as her legs became rubbery. The sensations he was creating was almost more than she could take. He slipped a finger into her pussy, and she clenched around it, moaning.

  He licked and sucked on her sensitive nub, and she could feel a sizzling heat surging through her. She was on the verge of coming, and she began to cry out—

  Then he was gone.

  “Wha—what are you doing?” she panted, opening her eyes and turning around.

  He had his jeans in his hands, pulling out a foil packet. “I told you, two can play at your game.”

  “Please, keep going!” she begged, her eyes half-shut, heavy with desire.

  “Nope. I’m done licking your pussy, no matter how tasty it might be.” A few seconds later, he stepped back up on the platform, and she relished the sight of his muscular body in the sunlight, his cock jutting out toward her.

  Come to mama, she thought.

  “But I’m not done with you.” His tone was brusque. “Bend over. On all fours.”

  She complied, a shiver of excitement running through her.

  “Now I’m going to make your fantasy come true.”

  “How do you know what my fantasy is?”

  “You dance naked and masturbate in front of the window almost every day. I’m afraid to leave the apartment, worried that I’ll miss you. My whole life revolves around watching you and your gorgeous tits and your sweet little pussy. I missed a business meeting the other day, because I couldn’t leave until you were done. You know you’re doing that to me and anyone else who watches. You like it. You wanted someone to knock on that door, to tell you they saw you. To tell you they want you...that they want to fuck you. Yeah, that’s your fantasy. And I’m going to give it to you.”

  Karina’s breathing came in shallow, panting breaths. “Are you man enough to give it to me?”

  “Oh yeah, I am.” He knelt behind her. “I’m going to ride that sweet pussy of yours and give everyone watching the show of a lifetime. I’m going to fuck you so hard the neighbors will hear you scream. In fact...”

  She heard a noise, and looked back to see him reaching for the latch on one of the windows. That one only slid open a few inches, for safety, but it was enough.

  “Now all of New York can hear you come.” Without warning, she felt herself parted as he found her entrance and slammed into her pussy. The shock of it nearly pushed her face-first into the platform, but she maintained her balance, and took what he gave her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him as he pounded away. There was no romance, no whispered “sweet nothings”, just the sound of sweaty flesh smacking together as his balls slapped her ass. Karina loved that feeling. He grunted, grinding into her as hard as he could.

  Her breasts swayed and bounced with each thrust. She looked back, catching a reflection of them in the glass, his perfectly sculpted ass working as he fucked her with all the strength he had. She’d never had her pussy pounded so hard before, and her tender flesh took a beating from the girth of his cock. She rocked back against him, eager to offer herself up to his pummeling.

  Ohh god, so good...

  She felt the climax building, rushing toward her like a freight train.

  “More...harder...harder...fuck me, please, harder! Fuck me harder!”

  He complied, shoving into her so hard she could barely stay upright.

  “Oh—god—yes—yes—YES!” She screamed with each thrust, as her orgasm exploded through her core. She stopped rocking against him, trying to savor the quakes as she came, but he wasn’t done yet.

  A few more thrusts, and he was there. He groaned through gritted teeth, giving one final shove into her dripping pussy, and came with a roar. She could feel him shaking as the strength gave out in his legs, and she clamped down harder on his cock, milking him with her pussy. He fell forward against her back, trembling and panting. Then he carefully pulled himself out of her and they both laid back against the sun-warmed wood of the runway.

  “That was...wow,” he panted.

  “Yeah...wow.” She wiped sweat from her brow. It took a few minutes before either of them could recover enough to re-dress.

  Tying her robe, she walked over to her desk in the corner, and took out a business card. “Here, this is my email address.”

  He buttoned his jeans, then took the card and looked at it, curious.

  “I figured we could connect later. Why use a telescope, when I have a webcam?” She winked, and pointed at her laptop on the desk, where a screensaver of Nebraska landscapes rolled across the screen. “I’ll send you a link. You might want to make yourself available tomorrow around noon.” She flashed him a slow, sexy smile. “I think I’m going to need to give myself a little bit of attention around that time tomorrow.”

  After she’d walked him out and they had said their goodbyes, Karina returned to her desk and logged into her laptop. It only took a few seconds to pull up the most recent video.

  “I am so glad I got in the habit of recording myself when I dance,” she murmured. She was grateful that the computer had switched to the screensaver from inactivity while she had danced, earlier. Her visitor hadn’t had any clue that he was being recorded. She fast-forwarded the video to the part where the handsome stranger was standing on the runway with her, nude.

  Karina retrieved her vibrator from the basket, and sat at her desk, out of view of her windows. She leaned back in the chair, and watched the video, reliving it, watching Studly’s cock abusing her pussy all over again, as she worked the vibrator against her needy clit.

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  The Haunted House – Carl East

  Chapter 1

  ‘So this is it,’ I thought.

  I stood in the moonless night, pensively staring up at the so-called haunted house. Even after all these years, it was still an impressive structure. Built in the late Eighteen Nineties, the four-story house still had all the hallmarks of a great home. Detailed woodwork adorned the large covered entrance and marched its way across the brick façade, while large multi-paned windows offered views of the outside. They were strategically placed and stood ready to coax sunlight in at the first hint of dawn. Looking higher I could see the grey slate roof and the many chimneys that crowned the house. They gave promise to the fireplaces inside, ready to warm the occupants on cold or damp nights.

  Yet as I paused at the gate, staring at the gracefully arched entrance to the home, it appeared strangely uninviting to me. The decorative marble pillars on either side of the front door seemed cold and unwelcoming. As luck would have it, I had been dared to stay the night in this now deserted home by a childhood friend who had the same opportunity a month ago. He never told me what had happened when he spent the night; just that he would never set foot in that building again.

  I questioned him about what he had seen and experienced but he only gave vague explanations and mutterings. My disbelief of ghosts and haunted houses seemed reasonable to me since he wouldn’t offer any details of what had happened. It seemed that every time we got together after that, our conversations always seemed to gravitate back to that night. You couldn’t enjoy a meal or a few beers without his mumblings and warnings always popping up; just like the mysterious ghosts. I’d end up asking him to tell me what happened and we’d end up arguing because he wouldn’t give the details. It was just so damn annoying.

  Our last conversation nearly ended in a brawl, hence, the dare. He dared me to go and see for myself, but I wasn’t about to waste a Friday night without getting something in return. I’d wanted to date his ex-girlfriend ever since I first met her on our usual Friday night – it’s the weekend – celebrations. However, with the best friend code of not dating someone’s sister or ex-girlfriends, I thought it would never happen. Therefore, when I asked him to give me a pass on the rule to ask her out, he agreed, convinced that I wouldn’t be able to stay the night.

  ‘Well,’ I thought, ‘let’s check this out.’

  Walking up to the front door, I was careful of the cracked cement path and picked my way up the broken steps that led to the entrance. Standing there, I felt a chill run up my back and laughed as a breeze brushed past my face tousling my hair. I could see how Brian must have let his imagination run away with him. This setting was perfect for a horror movie. Placing my hand on the tarnished doorknob, I had to use my weight to force open the front door. The hinges cried with disuse as I pushed the door open to enter the large foyer. Wisps of illumination from the outside streetlights barely allowed me to see where I was standing until I flicked on the massive flashlight clutched in my hand.

  There in front of me was a magnificent staircase winding its way to the top of the second floor landing. The wine colored carpet was thick with dust and showed the history of all the footsteps that had worn it down in spots to its backing. Flicking the light from side to side, the large foyer revealed rooms to the left and right and a set of hallways on either side of the grand staircase.

  ‘A pleasant enough house,’ I thought before entering and closing the now moaning door behind me. The sound of the closing door was eerie, and I looked back to make certain that the latch had caught before moving on. I wasn’t about to let the creaking noises of an old abandoned house scare me away. After all, I had the chance of asking out a beautiful girl, once I proved this house was not haunted. I couldn’t wait to get this night over with and my only concern was that Brian would not remember his promise and not understand if she said yes when I asked her out.

  Pulling the loaded backpack from my shoulders, I began my tour of the house by walking into what must have been a formal parlor at one time. The beam from my flashlight bounced off the ceiling to reveal ornate crown molding adorning the top of the walls. The aged wallpaper must have been silk, as it seemed to have withstood the test of time. Only strands here and there of the rich colored paper were frayed and hanging. Walking deeper into the room I saw where shadows of portraits must have hung because looking closer you could see the original glory of the wallpaper.

  The creamy white marble fireplace was still intact and remnants of ashes in its iron grate testified that it certainly had been in use, and if I wasn’t mistaken, recently. The mantle was wide and long enough to hold my supplies so I began to empty my backpack onto the dust-covered surface. Large candles, matches, bottled water and snacks were only a few of the items that I had brought to occupy my time until the night passed. Heaving a thick paperback novel onto the mantle sent a flurry of dust and soot into the air and dancing into the stream of light from the flashlight. Coughing and backing away from the mini-dust cloud that filled the air, I aimed my flashlight around the room and saw what appeared to be a sofa covered by an old dusty paint cloth.

  Heading to the spot, I clutched the stained covering with one hand while slowly backing away. Hoping to flush out what I’m sure would be a family of mice that lived in whatever was under its surface; I quickly snapped my wrist and sent the cloth flying to one side of the room. Listening for the pitter-patter of tiny feet I held my breath not sure what to expect. Silence and more dust greeted my efforts to reveal nothing less than what had to be an antique.

  Elegant mahogany wood graced what had to be at least a hundred year old camel back sofa. The upholstery was still plush and deeply rolled arms framed the stuffed back and seat. How it survived, this long, was a testament to the workmanship of that bygone era. The deep garnet of the fabric matched the color contained by the room’s wallpaper. It must have been magnificent in its heyday.

  Poking and prodding its surface and checking for critter infestation revealed that it was a perfect spot to spend the night in reading and sleeping as it was uninhabited. Pulling it closer to the fireplace, I began to light the candles that I had brought for the night. Placing mirrored tiles behind them amplified the light until it appeared almost bright in the room. I had learned the mirror trick when a power outage had left me in the dark for several nights this past winter so the knowledge came in handy now. Hauling out the last items stowed in the bottom of the backpack would keep me warm as well.

  Shining the flashlight up the chimney, I checked to make sure it was clear of nests and other blockages before adjusting the damper for the fire I would be lighting. Taking the two ready-made fire logs and placing them carefully in the heavy iron grate, I grabbed the matches and lit the logs. Soon I was rubbing my hands over a cheerful fire that warmed the room and looking around the deserted space, I was quite content with what I’d accomplished in the short time I had been there. ‘I’d finish the tour of the house later if I got bored with my book,’ I thought.

  Giving the sofa a final thump I braced my back against the plu
sh arm and crossing my legs settled back to enjoy the novel that I had remembered to bring along. Hours later glancing at my wristwatch I was amazed by how much time had passed. My stomach was reminding me with its persistent growling of the apple, cheese and crackers that I had provided for the evening. Getting up to retrieve my supplies from the mantle I checked that the candles in their deep glass sconces were still safely burning and because of their large size should last the night. Grabbing the baggies that held my snacks, I gave a final glance to the fireplace before settling back down onto the sofa.

  With my goodies in my lap, I continued to read and eat while occasionally picking up my thermos of hot chocolate, sipping the sweetness from its stainless steel opening. ‘This is better than camping,’ I thought. I paused to wonder what Brian was talking about as nothing had occurred since I had entered the house. I finally admitted, just to myself, that I had spent the first few hours covertly listening and suspiciously watching the doorway, just in case. I had been on edge, but as the night passed without anything happening, I began to relax. Well, relax as best as you could while staying in a deserted house.

  Checking my wristwatch again, showed that it was almost midnight, so balancing my back deeper into the sofa arm I propped my legs up on the other arm, and picked up my last two supply items. I had taken a small pepper spray canister and a piece of wood from the bottom of one of my old crutches and placed them by me earlier when I had first settled down. The canister I picked up as a just in case scenario for wild vermin. The wood I had was unscrewed from the bottom of a crutch, my reward, for a failed attempt of learning how to snowboard last year. The wood would act as a short club and come in handy if anything got past the pepper spray. Closing my eyes, I decided to take a nap, safe in the assurance that I was prepared.