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

by Lynn, KT

  I knew the climax was coming for both of us as Hasan’s thrusting became erratic. I was ready to explode with pleasure at any moment, and I wrapped my ankles tightly around Hasan’s waist as he thrust into me once more, clenching my walls around him in a way which sent us both over the edge. White light took me as pleasure overwhelmed every particle of my being, and I felt the warm pulse of Hasan’s seed as he came inside me, thick white liquid coating my insides. In the glow of the aftermath, all that could be heard was the panting of our breath as we came back to earth.

  “You are mine,” Hasan told me as he crawled up the bed and undid the bonds, allowing me to massage my aching wrists. “No other man can have you. From the moment I first saw you in the city with your servant I wanted you, and I was determined to ask your father to have you. Now, you will be mine forever. Say it.”

  “I’m yours,” I said weakly. “I am yours forever, my master.”

  The intensity of his eyes along with those words made my entire body feel hot with desire once more. But our time was almost spent. We would not be able to give way to our desires until everything was sealed. I smiled my goodbyes to my new master as he went to sign the deal with Madame Nar, impatient for the time when I would be with him again. Later, I wondered if Madame Nar, with her cryptic smile, had somehow planned this all along, or whether it was simply fate who had smiled on me from above.

  Paranormal Penance: Awakening

  by Alora Matisse

  Themes: paranormal; rough sex

  I had just come home from Jake's with my pussy full of his slimy cum. I thought he'd peter out after the first couple hours of some intense sex but I was wrong, blissfully wrong. At nearly forty, Jake was ten years my senior and I have to admit, he plumb wore me out. That man's a stallion.

  I stripped off my clothes and let them lay where they fell. The softness of my bed was soothing to my tired body. The smooth sheets teased my still-hard, sensitive nipples as I found my place to take a much needed rest. I was supposed to see Jake later today too so I knew I had to stock up on sleep.

  I fell asleep quickly and my dreams were sinfully sweet. They were full of nothing but hot, lusting sex. I was getting it from every angle imaginable. Men and women fucked me like a helpless sex toy and I was loving it. I'm naturally submissive.

  There was a woman shoving her fingers in and out of my dripping cunt and two guys stroking themselves off dangerously close to my mouth. I was in complete heaven but just as they were about to paint my face with their thick, salty jizz, I woke up. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. I had to still be dreaming.

  I bolted to my feet and stared in amazement and fear at the glowing green light that emanated from the hallway. It really was like a dream until she walked in. I started to tremble and my legs became rubbery. I eased myself onto the bed in shock and watched.

  She was chubby, some call it voluptuous. Her eyes were glowing jade and two horns curled from the top of her head. She unfurled her leathery wings and stood there with hoofed feet and tail languidly curling behind her. She was straight out of a horror flick, though her leathery outfit looked more like some low-budget BDSM porno.

  "Hello Jasmine," she said in the most musical voice I've ever heard.

  "How?" I stammered. "How do you know my name?"

  "I know a lot about you, honey," she said. "I'm Modesta, Succubus Liaison."

  I shook my head bewilderedly and blinked several times. Despite my best efforts, she was still standing there before me.

  "I don't understand," I said. "What do you want?"

  "Penance, darling, penance," her laugh chilled me to my core.

  "For what?"

  "For your friskiness while you were alive," she hissed.

  "Okay," I said irritably. This was getting too much to handle. "So you're saying I'm dead?"

  "Rightly so, dear," Modesta said and indicated behind me.

  I started trembling again, not wanting to turn around in fear of what I'd see. Maybe I did die. But how? I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around. I felt the blood rush from my cheeks as I stared at my lifeless body lying in bed. How could the blood rush from my cheeks if I were dead?

  “Why?” I sobbed.

  Modesta shook her head at me. I’m sure I looked horrid. I just died, what was I supposed to do?

  “You’re a slut,” she said. “You’ve slept with over a hundred men in your short lifetime so you’ve been remanded to me for the next hundred years to serve out your penance.”

  I was shocked. Since when was having sex a crime? Yeah, I guess I could be called a slut. I didn’t know how to keep my legs closed but when my pussy called I had to answer.

  Before I would reply, Modesta waved her hand and my body started to tingle. I became dizzy and a slow wave of heat burned through my soul. I don’t know if I cried out or not. The shrieks of pain and fear that ground through my mind drowned everything out.

  I stood from the bed and looked at myself in the mirror. The image that stared back was gruesome. Actually, it wasn’t. I looked amazing, in a sensually demonic way. I was much slimmer than Modesta was, though she looked pretty hot too if you liked hefty women.

  My hips were more pronounced. My waist was smaller. My ass was still as big and round as it always was but my tits were fuller. I was a hot bitch with horns and wings. But what exactly was my penance?

  Modesta explained. To serve out my penance, I was supposed to intrude on my victim’s dreams and twist them into something so hot that they had an orgasm while they slept. It didn’t matter how they came, as long as they did. With each orgasm, a bit of their life’s essence is transferred to me, sustaining my life through this hell until my sentence was served.

  I guess if I didn’t fulfill my task of making my victim’s cum, then eventually I’d die and that would be that. I wouldn’t go to heaven, or hell, depending on the decision that was made about me. Either way, I wouldn’t ease into the afterlife and my soul would cease to exist.

  It was a scary thought at first but Modesta told me that her job was to help me through the transition until I was able to handle it on my own. She was like a case-worker, so-to-speak. She’d give me my assignments and keep track of my progress that would ultimately lead to my passing on.

  “So what now?” I asked.

  Considering that my sentence for fucking hundreds of men was to have sex with them in their dreams, I should have been excited. I wasn’t. I was full of dread and fear. My job was to fulfill my victim’s fantasies, not my own. Even if I made them climax, I wouldn’t receive their life’s essence unless they came during their own fantasy, not mine.

  “Well, looks like you have your first customer already,” Modesta said.

  She took my hand gently and whispered that everything would be okay. In less than a blink, we were standing at the foot of a large, finely inscribed oak bed. There was an older man sleeping.

  “What if he wakes up?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” she reassured me. “They can’t see us. Only other succubae can. Now concentrate on him and let your mind slip into his dream.”

  I did. We were standing in an office. It looked like a teacher’s office. I mused at the certificates that hung on the wall and I was right. The sleeping man was one Professor Neil Helms but he wasn’t here. I looked at Modesta. I was confused.

  “He’s waiting,” she said.

  “For what?” I asked and shook my head.

  “He’s waiting for you to start his fantasy. Why do you think you are here? What kind of fantasy might a college professor have about his office?”

  “Ahhh,” I cooed slightly less dreadful than before.

  I was beginning to understand, to a point. I thought for a moment then transformed myself into a young college student. I was wearing a tiny, loose skirt, tight shirt, and my hair in pony tails. I’m sure the good professor was fantasizing about fucking one of his students here. Then right on cue, he walked in.

  “Thank you for coming today, Bianca,” h
e said as he rounded his desk and settled into his lavish chair.

  Bianca? My name was Jasmine but then it hit me. Bianca must be the student he was fantasizing about. I was caught quite off guard. When I think of a professor, I think of a half-balding geek with glasses and horrible pants. Neil was far from that.

  He was older, maybe late forties. His hair had just the right touch of gray that gave him a very distinguished look and it made him ever so sexy. His shoulders were broad and his hands were large. I imagined his grip would rival even the strongest vice.

  I slid into the chair across from him and gave my best school-girlish smile. I could already see the hunger in his eyes and it was enthralling. I knew if I would have slid my hand under my tiny skirt, my panties would have been wetter than they had been in a long time.

  I was excited to see where the good professor was going to take me but at the same time I was afraid. I was afraid if I deviated from his fantasy I wouldn’t receive his essence. I may be dead but I wanted my soul to exist whether it was heaven or hell.

  “I’m concerned,” he said.

  His voice was firm yet demanding and sent chills up and down my spine.

  “How so?” I asked innocently.

  “You’re grades are sliding lower each quarter,” he said. “If they keep going down, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.”

  “I’m sorry,” I pouted. “Is there something I can do?”

  I gave him a sultry look. “Maybe some extra credit?”

  He arched a brow and folded his hands together. I absently scratched my neck slowly, craning my head to give him a long look at my supple flesh. When I finished, my hand languidly brushed down my chest and over my round, soft tit. I watched his eyes follow my hand and smiled.

  I paused at my breast, innocently wrapping my fingers around my ample globe and giving it a gentle squeeze. The professor flicked his tongue over his drying lips lustfully, never taking his eyes off of my hand. As I let my hand slide further down, slowly, I pressed my thumb into my hardening nipple to make it strain even harder against the thin cotton of my top.

  “I- I might have something you could do to help your grades,” he stammered.

  This was so fucking erotic. I had never role played before and it was exhilarating. Knowing that his fantasy was hanging on my very participation made me hot and sent a shock of pleasure through my wet pussy. Modesta watched from a distance and nodded her approval.

  “Oh?” I faked my surprise then slowly rose to my feet.

  The professor swallowed hard and his eyes followed me as I slid behind his desk. I turned his chair to face me before I slowly knelt between his knees. His fingertips gently dug into the arms of his chair as he watched me. I could see the bulge in his trousers growing and forced myself to tease him and not pull out his cock and shove it as far down my throat as I could.

  “I think you’ve got the wrong idea,” he said hesitantly, momentarily closing his eyes with a gasp as I grazed my hand over his covered dick.

  “I think I got the right idea,” I said as I wrapped my fingers around his semi-hard shaft and started to stroke him through his pants.

  “Bianca!” he shouted and grabbed my hand roughly.

  I was speechless in surprise and suddenly the fear of deviating from his fantasy crashed down on me like smothering tidal wave. I was scared and didn’t know what to do. He took me by the wrist and stood up.

  “You think coming in here like a slut is going to convince me to pass you?” he said harshly.

  His eyes were hard and angry and mouth was closed in a tight line. I was trembling in his grasp and my heart raced in my chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

  He pulled me around his desk and took off his tie. I watched silently as he looped his tie around my wrist and tightened it. He spun me around stiffly and bound my wrists behind my back. Before I could protest, he yanked me down across his lap as he sat on the edge of his desk.

  “Your futile apology isn’t going to cut it bitch,” he shouted.

  “But-“

  My words were cut off by the sharp crack of something across my ass. I howled in pain and looked over my shoulder. He held a ruler in one hand and a sinister smile on his lips. Oh shit! I suddenly realized where this fantasy was going and tried to squirm away. I wasn’t into this kind of kink.

  Modesta warned me that some fantasies would be hot and erotic while some would be horrible and demeaning and despite all my reservations, I had to suck it up and take it with a grain of salt. I felt him peel my skirt up to reveal my sweet, tender ass and thin, cotton panties. I braced myself for the next whack.

  “Nuuuuuuh!” I cried as the ruler came down across my ass again.

  The pain stabbed through my body and I was helpless to stop him from abusing me. Again he beat me with the ruler and again I cried out. Tears were running down my cheeks and I sobbed uncontrollably. How the fuck do I feel pain if I’m dead?

  I hung limply on his lap and whimpered. I felt his large hand rubbing my ass and squeezing my cheeks roughly. Part of me feared he would spank me with the ruler again but part of me was enjoying the power in his touch. He peeled my panties down my ass and worked them pass my knees. I held my breath.

  “See what happens to bad little sluts that try to fuck their teachers for good grades?” His words were demeaning.

  “I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me anymore,” I begged.

  “What’s wrong? Can’t take the punishment, slut?” he said and spanked my reddening ass with his steel-like hand.

  I grunted at the slap. It wasn’t as sharp as with the ruler but hit far more powerfully. He laughed and shoved his fingers between my legs and rubbed them through my drenched pussy. The moment his fingers hit my clit I felt like I was going to explode in a mix of pleasure and pain.

  I never realized how turned on I was until that very moment. I lifted my ass into his hand and moaned. Now this was more like it. His fingers massaged my clit expertly, making my pussy drizzle with my sweet, slick nectar.

  “Oh! Professor!” I moaned loudly.

  I could feel his enraged cock pressing through his jeans and into my stomach. It felt so hard and humongous. I pictured my fingers wrapped around its gigantic girth as I tried to wrap my lips around his pulsating head.

  He coldly wrenched my head back by my hair and glared at me. The lust and heat that built up in me quickly gave way to fear and terror. I trembled at the thought of what he was going to do to me. No matter how hard I tried to twist his darkness into pleasure, I failed. I simply closed my eyes and submitted to him, hoping he wouldn’t be too rough.

  On cue, the professor slid me off his lap and bent me over his desk. I lay there helplessly with my wrists bound behind my back, waiting for my punishment. I grunted loudly as he pierced my dripping folds with his fingers and shoved them deeply into my core.

  He was rough, like a hungry beast, and abused my flaring pussy carelessly. Each time a spark of pleasure ignited deep in my quim, it was doused with fear. I bared his ruthlessness and hoped it would be over soon. The slight jingle of his belt buckle told me otherwise. He was just beginning.

  He pulled his fingers from my wanton pussy and pried my hole open despite my pleading sobs. I begged him to stop but my words only seemed to drive him madder. He stretched my pussy open as if he was trying to rip me in two and then I felt it.

  Before I could protest further, Professor Helms shoved his large, bulbous cockhead into my gaped cunt. I screamed at the pain festering in my pussy. He was big, enormous, and I knew I couldn’t take him in. I kept telling myself that I had to endure his torture if I wanted his essence. I wanted to exist, even if it were in hellish irony.

  He wasn’t gentle. The moment his gigantic head invaded my burning pussy, he grabbed my hips and forced me to stretch around his huge girth. I arched my back and wailed at the ceiling. I could feel every millimeter of his rock hard meat sinking deeper and deeper. Even though he forced his thick dick into me in one hard, q
uick thrust, it seemed to take forever.

  I turned my head and glared at Modesta through teary eyes. My jaw nearly hit the desk when she smiled. She was leaning against a wall, watching the professor manhandle me while she squeezed her large flabby tit with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other.

  Suddenly Neil started to fuck me with hard, angry thrusts. I choked for air as he drove the breath from my lungs. I writhed on the desk, crying and screaming for him to stop. He ignored me and coldly plowed his monstrous cock into me.

  A shadow passed over my head and before I knew it, he had the ruled shoved across my mouth, gagging me, keeping me from calling for help. I felt dirty and violated had no other choice to but to endure his twisted fantasy.

  Harder he rammed his dick into my helpless cunt. The fear inside of me began to fester into contempt for this handsome educator and slowly for myself too. Despite my will, my body was starting to react to the punishment.

  My ass was writing against his hips, meeting his powerful thrusts to impale my burning quim faster against his angry cock. With each succulent spear into my squeezing cunt, the heat spread and began burning hotter, threatening to explode into a raging inferno.

  My screams for help turned into moans of lust. I moved my hands the best I could to my ass and spread my cheeks to allow Neil to penetrate me completely. He pulled on the ruler in my mouth, lifting my head enough to quickly slip my shirt up over my tits.