Filthy Smut (Vol. 3): 38 Erotic Stories (Over 450 Pages of Hot Sex)

by Lynn, KT

  “I think I’ve made a mistake though.” I turned around to walk the same way I’d came, I wasn’t paying for this.

  “Why? You’re in the right classroom.” Classroom, this place was a dump!

  “I’m sorry, this place just doesn’t seem quite like…” He cut me off before I could finish.

  “What did you expect from a sex school? I take it you’re one of those frigid types.” That word, frigid.

  I knew I had to stay now, I couldn’t keep going through my life with that word being thrown at me every chance a man got to use it. I had to be seen as something more than that.

  “Fine, what’s first.” I walked back over to the man who was still buried in his paperwork. He looked up at me when he heard my tone of voice.

  As he looked me up and down, I saw his face for the first time. Beautiful blue eyes, soul piercing. His blonde hair fell over his face a little, he was quite scruffy, like he’d been living in this dump all his life and yet it was endearing, it only added to his looks.

  “Lie down on the bed.” What? I knew it, just a pervert.

  “Listen, the only way you can learn is if I show you on your own body. I don’t even care about the money right now, I’m not a hooker ready to take money after you’ve got what you want. You clearly need some help and I’m willing to give you that for free, so just lie the fuck down alright?”

  He was right. I did need some help. Maybe I needed psychiatric help for not bolting out of there at the first opportunity. Still, I did what he asked. I had come too far to go back home with nothing, not even a cool story. Maybe it was his blue eyes. I always had a thing for men with blue eyes.

  “We won’t be having sex, don’t worry. This isn’t that kind of place. I will however, be touching your body. I’ll be showing you things about yourself you didn’t know you could do. If this is to work you need to trust me, trust my methods. You read the reviews I’m sure, I know what I’m doing, this whole floor is my school, it’s not just a run down apartment of a madman. This is the classroom for the first timers like yourself. We like to throw people in at the deep end.” He continued to lecture me, very teacher like indeed.

  My body was flat against the dirty mattress that didn’t have any sheets on it at all, only a pillow to rest my head which thankfully looked clean enough. This whole place was designed to put me on edge.

  “Lift up your skirt.” The man ordered me as he stood at the foot of the bed, looking at my shaking thighs as the nerves kicked in.

  I was hesitant at first but all I could keeping thinking about was that word, frigid. It’d made its way into my life so many times and I knew I couldn’t continue to be its victim. I grabbed my skirt and lifted it up as I looked to the side, too ashamed to watch what the man was going to do to me.

  “Well, aren’t these lovely.” He was referring to my underwear which would have lacked style to those who care for that kind of thing.

  He started to remove them, slowly. Taking his time as he grazed my inner legs in the process and finally took them off my ankles that were slightly lifted from the ground as he leaned off the bed. He then proceeded to spread my legs as a hand worked it’s way back up, caressing me, rubbing gently over my skin. I could already feel my blood rushing, my heart racing, my pussy getting wetter and ready for his touch as he got closer to it.

  This wasn’t right, I wanted to stop him but that word came flying back into my head, the thought of every guy that’d ever left me because of it was now pouring into my mind. I needed to go through with this.

  “Easy does it,” He said to himself as he ran his hand over my wet pussy, rubbing at my clit as he dug a finger into me.

  I wanted to moan out so much but I was too embarrassed to do so, I could see him looking at me from the corner of my eye but I refused to make eye contact, it was too awkward.

  “You need to loosen up, a guy wants to see you ready for him, he wants to know he’s pleasing you.” I knew I couldn’t keep holding back, I let out the tiniest of moans and checked to see his reaction. He flashed me a smile of encouragement. I don’t know why, but it set off butterflies in my stomach.

  He began to use that one finger he had in me rapidly, he’d started to move it up as fast as he could, tapping the spot every time. He used his other hand to pull back the side so that another finger could get shoved in, taking his hand out for a second, leaning in to add his saliva to the lubrication already flowing freely from my pussy and then reverting back to the two-finger thrust motion.

  “Now what you want to do is keep moaning, keep showing him you like it, talk dirty to him. Go on.” His instructions were specific and clear and spoken as if this was a math class.

  I was hesitant once again but I couldn’t help letting myself curse out a few words, which got my mentor going even faster.

  “Fuck, yeah, yeah keep going.” I started to mumble but it soon turned into cries of joy as he pounded away at my wet pussy.

  I could feel the build up, feel myself coming to breaking point except he wasn’t slowing down, only getting faster and faster. I felt ready to explode.

  “Fuck,” I screamed out. I felt like I was about to pee, but I couldn’t hold it back any longer, I squirted for the first time, my fluids leaving splatters on his shirt and up his arm as he began to slow down.

  My teacher left me panting on the bed and went to wipe himself down with some tissues on his desk. He turned and smiled at me with a bulge forming in his pants, I must’ve done well to turn him on.

  “That’s it for today, class dismissed.”

  I got up with just enough energy to leave, I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything at all. That night as I lay on my bed I tried what he had done to myself but I never built up enough stamina to make myself squirt out, nothing I tried felt as good. He’d taught me how to let myself go but not how to please myself and as a single woman that was going to be of concern to me right now. I knew I needed to book another lesson right away.

  A week passed by, just enough time for me to not seem too desperate. I grabbed the phone and dialed the number from the circled ad still on my bedstand. My teacher answered in that same lecturing voice that I quite liked.

  “It’s Sam, I was wondering if…” My mentor cut me off before I could finish my proposition.

  “I was wondering when you’d be back for more, however you do know that was nothing personal I assume? All part of the lesson Sam, quite a successful one I might add.” He was trying to make sure he kept his professional appearance but that wasn’t what I was interested in right now.

  “Actually I wanted to book another lesson, except I want to learn how you made me…” I fell silent, unable to bring myself to say the words.

  “You want to know how to please yourself? I can teach you that, just come back to room 201 tomorrow at 1pm,”

  “What about money? How much is this going to cost me.” Money wasn’t a problem but I couldn’t expect another free lesson.

  “We’ll discuss that when you get here, don’t worry I’m sure we’ll figure something out Sam. I have to go now, I’ll see you tomorrow.” As I heard the phone click, I swear I could hear the muffled moans of a orgasmic woman in the background as if she was reaching climax towards the end of that call. He was probably doing her what he had done to me as he spoke, he seemed like that type of guy.

  I went to bed excited for my next lesson, I’d never had so much fun in my life. It all felt very dangerous but in a good way, like a secret that no one could know. But even if they did, I could probably pass it off as being part of being an independent young woman in charge of her own sexuality. The place even had reviews so I guess someone was willing to admit they had gone there. Yes, it was all very professional. That’s what I needed to tell myself anyway, I didn’t want to revert back to being frigid.

  I soon found myself back in front of the tall building that had many shops and the school within it, I passed the dentist and the newsagents and made my way to room 201. This time I knew whe
re to go so I walked straight in and to the room I’d been in a week ago however it was empty.

  “Hello, it’s Sam.” It didn’t look like he’d been in here today.

  “Sam, it’s the first door this time.” I went back into the living room and entered the door next to the one that lead to the dirty bed.

  This room was a little different, there was a mattress on the floor, kitted out nicely with fancy sheets and pillows. Candles lit around the room and lavender incense. Since he’d already pushed me through an environment that forced me to let loose I guess I didn’t have to worry about messy beds anymore. The biggest difference however, was that my teacher had some company with him this time. A woman.

  “This is Lavender, she’s going to be your practice dummy for today.”

  What? My practice dummy? I didn’t know what to make of that, I thought he’d just have me show him my routine and fix it for me, I don’t know if I was ready to do something like this.

  “Don’t look so scared honey, I won’t bite.” She looked very much like a porn star with her bleached hair and massive breasts that spilled out of her short black cocktail dress but there was no denying she was beautiful. She had full lips that would make a lot of guys very happy, a tiny waist but gorgeous curves, I felt myself slightly turned on at the thought of what I’d be doing to her now and even more so that my teacher would be watching.

  They both held out their hands and I went over to sit down with them, lowering myself to the ground. Lavender laid back and rested her head on the lovely pillows as my teacher knelt beside her and lifted up her dress.

  “You’re going to start with your hands to get her going, when she’s ready you’re going to grab that.” He pointed to a long, thick, pink dildo that lay beside the mattress.

  “Lavender likes it hard, so make sure to give it to her that way. Once you’ve seen how to pleasure her you’ll know how to pleasure yourself.” He backed up a little and sat on the floor beside us, it was now just me and Lavender left to put on the show.

  I pulled down her silk, laced panties and removed them gently, remembering the other week and how my tutor’s hands touched my skin, how it teased my throbbing pussy. I wanted to make Lavender feel that way, wanted to make her moan out loud.

  She began to moan softly as I rubbed my hands up her smooth milky thighs.

  “Good Sam, good, now give it to her softly at first, make her beg.” I started to rub around her moist pussy as she moaned out my name, she was already excited by my touch. I slowly inserted a finger into her and she whimpered. I couldn’t help but be turned on as I began to slowly pull out and go back in. She was so vulnerable, so needing of my hand right now, I could understand why it turned guys on so much.

  “Good, good, now give it to her Sam, give it to her hard.” I started to thrust my two fingers into Lavender and she began to cry out louder with each move I made.

  “Sam, oh fuck yes Sam give it to me, harder, harder,” She was moaning like a bitch in heat, she wanted nothing more than my hands all over her. I leaned in and grabbed onto one her breasts through the dress as my working hand continued to please her, she lifted her head up and planted a wet kiss on my face with those luscious, full lips of hers. I could see the tutor rubbing his erect dick through his trousers out of the corner of my eye. I knew where this could lead if I let it, but it didn’t frighten me as much as it might have a few weeks ago.

  “You know, I still have to learn how to pleasure a man.” I couldn’t help myself, I just had to try.

  My teacher smiled as if he’d been waiting all along for me to say it, he stood up over me as I leaned over Lavender fingering her wet pussy. He pulled his massive dick out and motioned me over to it. I licked my lips, anticipating the salty musk of his precum before accepting him into my mouth.

  “Now c’mon Sam, work the tip with your tongue and take it all, there’s a good girl.” I started to suck his rock hard member and he began to thrust into my face. I tried to keep my focus on Lavender with my hands as I could still hear her moaning.

  I felt something against my hand but couldn’t see because of the way I was working on my tutor, his juicy cock taking most of my attention. I grabbed the object Lavender was passing me, the thick pink dildo and I had to let go of my teacher for a moment to focus on working this shaft into Lavender.

  I plunged into her with the thick dildo, she was already so wet and ready to take it all in. I began to pound it in repeatedly as my tutor was rubbed his cock close to my face.

  “Put your mouth around it, swallow my load.” He yelled out at me as he kept pumping.

  Obediently, I wrapped my lips around him just in time to take in his hot, creamy cum letting it slide down my throat. I turned back to Lavender as she screamed.

  “Fuck, fuck, yes.” She began to squirt even more than my teacher had moments ago, her juices spraying out over my breasts as I pulled out the massive dildo, now coated with her glistening fluids.

  As Lavender lay panting I turned to my teacher.

  “Thank you,” I was smiling, a grin larger than ever painted right across my face.

  “Yes well, it didn’t come free as you know.” He was going to make me pay for that? I almost forgot about that.

  “Why don’t you work here Sam, you obviously have some talent and of course, discounted price lessons.” I looked back to Lavender who’d obviously enjoyed our time together and was nodding at me.

  I flashed a big grin at both of them.

  I knew that “frigid” would never be used in the same sentence as my name again.

  On the Boss’s Desk

  by Stephanie Silvers

  Themes: public sex

  It started off a few weeks ago as office romances always do, with coy looks, lingering touches and ever-shorter skirts on my part, so that when I purposely crossed and uncrossed my legs under my desk, Tom would catch a glimpse of my silky underwear. It was nothing that could go any further, of course – Tom was married, and besides, it was terrible for company image to have anything unprofessional between colleagues – I had been explicitly warned by my boss when I was hired that steamy sex on the photocopier fell into this category.

  So I was shocked but excited when I received that first email from Tom over our work server: Don’t wear any panties tomorrow sexy. At first I wasn’t sure what to do – but some part of me was excited about keeping something secret going with a colleague – it made it all somehow far more exciting and added a new spice to the workday. So the next day I uncrossed my legs to reveal my bare pussy to him, just a flash in case anyone else happened to look around.

  It escalated from there – dirty texts and naughty pictures batted back and forth between us every day, and on more than one occasion we went back to my flat and had wild, passionate sex. But the sexual tension had never been as high between us as today. Heated looks had been shooting back and forth all morning. It had started with me absently putting my pen to my lips as I considered my next article. I accidentally looked up and met Tom’s eye, and he raised his eyebrows suggestively and licked his lips.

  Immediately I was aroused – I knew exactly what he wanted. I closed my lips around my pen and began to suck, moving it teasingly in and out of my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. I could tell that he was imagining my lips around his thick, dripping cock, my warm, slick tongue working against his heated flesh, licking and sucking and bringing to delicious orgasm, made all the more exhilarating by the other employees only a few metres away, oblivious to what was going on between us.

  I positioned my pen so it was once again just gently touching my lips, and peeked the tip of my tongue out, tasting the cool metal, whirling it thoughtfully, making a full circle with my wet tongue. From the look on his face, he was imagining the moist, humid heat of my mouth encircling him, the slightly rough texture of my tongue dragging against his inflamed flesh.

  Finally it was more than he could take, and he beckoned me over with a jerk of his head. Suppressing a smirk, I sauntered over to
his desk, pretending to bend down and read a paper he was showing me, making sure nobody noticed the hand I placed against his straining, needy crotch.

  “You dirty girl,” Tom muttered to me. “You’d better get under my desk and finish me off or I’m going to be sporting a boner at the meeting this afternoon.”

  “What about Jodie?” I jerked my head at the intern, whose desk was in plain view of the underside of his desk, which, unlike mine, at least had a back to shield the underside from view from the workers on the other side of the room.

  “Jodie?” Tom called out. “Vickie can’t find the 1981 issues of Life on the online archives – could you nip down and fetch the paper copies from down in the basement?”

  “What, all of them?” Jodie asked, horrified. “That’s dozens! And 1981 – they’ll be all the way at the back!”

  “Good girl,” Tom smiled, and Jodie left in a huff. “Happy now?” He asked me. “Now get down on your knees and suck me off before she gets back.”

  Grinning, I took a quick look around to make sure the rest of the office was occupied, and quickly, while Winston was distracted with dislodging the remains of his breakfast bagel from his teeth and Steven was picking up the pen which had dropped under his desk, I ducked under Tom’s desk, losing no time in unzipping his pants and taking him out, hard and needy, as large and gorgeous as I remembered. It was unbelievably exciting, knowing that there were others in the same room, working away on their articles while I was sucking my lover’s dick under the desk. The idea that anyone could walk over at any moment – it was a huge turn on for me.