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

by Lynn, KT

  My breasts dangled and bounced beneath me with every fuck of his granite dick. My nipples dragged across his desk calendar, crying in desire at the cool, semi-smoothness of the paper. They itched with shocks of electricity that drove my hunger for his abuse even deeper within me. He was right, I was a slut.

  He released his grip on the ruler and grabbed my hips. Like a good little whore, I bit down on the ruler, keeping it in place for his enjoyment. His fingers dug into my hips as he rammed against my ass with sharp, urgent thrusts. I knew he was about to cum.

  I squeezed my over-stretched cunt around his cock, trying fervently to bring myself closer to orgasm before he flooded me with his thick jizz. I could feel his throbbing shaft growing inside of me, threatening to blow me in half with the force of his climax. I was almost there, toeing the edge of the consumption.

  The lust welled up in me and I felt the beginning of my orgasm approach. I was so fucking hot and growled into the ruler, demanding my body to burst with euphoria. In a whirring blur of disappointment and defeat, I was shoved to the floor and denied my moment of bliss.

  Neil grabbed his cock and jerked it twice before erupting all over me. Stream after thick, milky stream splattered against my face, painting my skin with his steaming anger. When he was finally done, my face was completely covered in his slimy mess.

  His cum dripped from my chin and cheeks and oozed down my heaving tits. I felt the invigoration from his essence course through my body as I stole a moment of his life to prolong mine. Then suddenly it was gone.

  Modesta stood beside me at the foot of his bed. I watched the beads of sweat on his forehead roll down his temples. I was still trembling slightly though. That was definitely a horrible experience. Perhaps this penance thing wasn’t all I thought it was going to be.

  My guiding demon gave me a pat on the ass for a job well done. It was time to move on to my next customer. Somewhere in the pit of my stomach I was dreading the next one and hoped it wouldn’t be as difficult as this one had been. As we disappeared from his room, I felt my pussy twinge in anticipation and a small smile crossed my lips.

  Paranormal Penance: Ravishing Revenge

  by Alora Matisse

  Themes: paranormal; rough sex; lesbian

  I moaned wildly as I came. My tight asshole clamped around the grimy biker’s pulsing cock. Suddenly I felt the heat of the burly man’s cum fill my gaping ass and reveled in the bliss of adding another day to my life. We collapsed on the gritty, ashen bar table as the crowed burst into applause.

  I couldn’t believe how hard I had cum and how sinfully surprised I was by the fantasy, though it lasted minutes longer than I would have liked. My large, soft tits were sticky with sweat and grime from the table and the smoke of the pub permeated every pore in my flesh. I guess not every fantasy ends when I would have liked. It was gross after the fact.

  Suddenly the bar fell away and I stood at the foot of the skinny, geeky man’s bed with Modesta beside me. Even though I knew it wasn’t real, that we didn’t exactly have sex, physically, it felt like it. I was beginning to enjoy my penance but knew not every fantasy would give me sexual satisfaction.

  I slid my hand beneath the leather thong I was wearing. I wasn’t surprised at how wet I was. I lovingly stroked my sensitive clit and shivered at the pleasure that began to engulf my body. I cooed and looked sideways at Modesta.

  “It appears you’ve recovered from the Professor’s fantasy,” she said wryly.

  “Ugh, why did you bring that up?” I pried my fingers from my quivering cunt and licked my juices slowly.

  “It was just an observation,” Modesta said.

  “I guess this wasn’t all I anticipated it would be,” I said and absently brushed my hand across my chest, still feeling the grime on my skin.

  “Humans are invariably dark,” she explained. “You have to remember that most fantasies are so opposite compared to the person having it that sometimes it’s startling.”

  I thought about some of my own fantasies and none of them involved betting beaten or fucking some guy in a filthy bar. Perhaps I needed to take a walk through the shadows of my invariable dark side and see where I end up. I thought that it could help me cope with the atrocities I could face though I was a bit reluctant to see what my primal desires would conjure.

  “Just remember this,” Modesta said. “Don’t expect anything. Keep your mind clear and open and you should be fine.”

  I nodded and led me out. It was time to visit my next client. Modesta had told me how quickly we work, that there is hardly ever any free time between fantasies. We hadn’t even finished day one and already I had met with three men.

  And yes, I was beginning to enjoy it. It was empowering to know that I could illicit such raw emotion from these poor fellows to further my existence. In a way they were all at my mercy, not the other way around as I had felt during my first experience.

  We arrived and I looked at the bed, a bit shocked, though intrigued. There was a man and woman sleeping peacefully and I eyed my trainer. She met my confused look with one of her own. It didn’t click in my mind right away.

  “Both?” I asked. Modesta shook her head and smiled.

  “Never,” Modesta answered. “You’ll always be here for just one of them. And don’t look so shocked. Just because someone is married or in a serious relationship doesn’t mean they don’t fantasize. In fact, they typically fantasize more than a single person.”

  That made sense. I never thought of it that way. I felt pity for the woman though. I was going to let her husband live out his fantasies through me and there was nothing she could do about it. The feeling of power overcame me and I realized just how much power I had over the living.

  I was about to say something when the woman turned over. I looked at her face and boiled. It was Helen, that bitch. I couldn’t help but smile wickedly knowing that I was going to fuck the life, or just a day of his life, out of her husband.

  “You know her?” Modesta asked.

  Boy did I! We sat on the city council together and she was the sole reason I was kicked off of the council. There was a big investigation into some misconduct with a female employee at City Hall. I knew it was Helen. She always seemed to pay more attention to Giselle, the employee in question.

  The truth of the matter was that Helen framed me to keep her seat on the council. Her husband was a well-respected local businessman and the controversy of her being bisexual and sending lewd e-mails to Giselle would have shattered their perfect image. I couldn’t wait for some payback.

  “Yeah,” I said. “That bitch got me thrown off our city council.”

  Modesta nodded.

  “I wish she knew it was me that was the object of her husband’s desire,” I crooned.

  Modesta burst into laughter and patted me on the shoulder. I looked at her dubiously.

  “Not every customer is a man,” she smiled and swished her tail quickly.

  I was shocked. I liked cock, not cunt. For a moment I thought I was going to vomit. Not only was I going to be the object of a woman’s fantasy, I was going to be the object of that bitch’s fantasy. Just as I was about to protest, the room spun and faded away.

  I was sitting in an apartment, alone. I trembled and waited. A knock on the door startled me. I looked at the door and waited some more. Maybe if I didn’t answer, Helen would go away.

  I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer for strength. What was a day shy of a hundred years? I could live with that.

  “It’ll snowball,” Modesta said.

  I my eyes snapped to the chubby demon leaning against the wall in the corner. I forgot she’d be with me. I thought about it more and nodded. I knew she was right. If I skipped this one, there would be more, then I’d find myself gone in fifty years.

  “Coming!” I stammered and slid off the couch.

  I was wearing a modest, stretch skirt and a button-up white blouse. It was a half past five so I must have just gotten home from work, or so it seemed in the
fantasy.

  My hand was shaking as I reached for the door knob. I could do this. It couldn’t be worse than the professor’s fantasy. I turned the knob and opened the door. Helen was standing there smiling at me.

  “Hi Giselle,” she said as she came into the apartment. “I really appreciate you meeting with me on such short notice.”

  “It’s not a problem,” I said, biting back the urge to strangle her.

  Helen helped herself to a place on the couch and I joined her. She was rather attractive. I never noticed before. She had a great figure though her ass and tits weren’t as big as mine, but she was sexy nevertheless.

  “I wanted to talk to you about the investigation,” she said bluntly.

  “Okay?” I said hesitantly. Great, first I get dragged through the gutter in life and I’m going to have to listen to it again in death.

  “How do you feel about it?” she asked. “I mean, the e-mails?”

  “I don’t know,” I answered, not sure what to say.

  I read them but don’t really remember too much. Apparently Helen came prepared. She pulled a folder out of her bag and flipped through some papers.

  “Did they offend you?” she asked.

  “They were shocking,” I answered, hoping I was playing along close enough.

  “I see,” she said and pulled out a paper. “The whole crux of the investigation revolves around you, dear. So if it offended you, then we can go ahead, but if you found them intriguing or even arousing, then we’re done.”

  “I don’t understand,” I said and honestly I didn’t.

  “Take this excerpt, for example, ‘I want to feel your naked body pressing against mine. I want to feel your soft, delicious breasts crushed into mine as we explore each other with our gentle hands,’” she read. “Were you curious about it?”

  “Probably not,” I said.

  Modesta arched a brow and shook my head. Obviously she knew I was still unwilling to participate in the fantasy. Helen set the paper and folder aside and looked deeply into my eyes.

  “So if another woman, say me, were to come on to you, you’d refuse?” she asked.

  “I’ve never had another woman make a pass at me before,” I said naively.

  She scooted closer to me and put her hand on my bare knee with a hesitant smile. The lust and hunger in her eyes began to come out. I frantically searched for my next move in my mind and swallowed hard.

  “Perhaps we should see how I feel if something like the part you read happened?” I said quietly.

  Helen stared at me. Her chest began to rise and fall deeply with each button I undid from my blouse. Slowly I moved , parting my blouse slightly as I did, teasing her with the treasures she’d find beneath the thin fabric.

  I slid the blouse from my shoulders finally, exposing my large, lace-covered breasts to her. She looked stunned. I reached out and untucked her shirt from her slacks. She raised her slender arms as I slid her shirt off over her head.

  I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. She moaned softly, deep in her throat, and slid her arms around me to pull me closer. Her touch was soft, like silk, and sent chills up my spine. I never imagined another woman touching me. It felt wonderful.

  We kissed lightly, several times, before I parted my lips and let lust consume me. Her wet, soft tongue slid into my mouth and slowly searched for mine. It was so much more erotic than kissing a man.

  By the time she unclasped my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders, I had shed my reservations and had let my anger toward Helen turn into desire. I reached around and unclasped her bra and felt, for the first time, another woman’s breasts pressing hotly against mine.

  I was floating on an ocean of bliss. The heat from her want penetrated me deeper than any man could ever have done. As our tongues danced urgently, I could feel the burn in my melting pussy growing hotter. I didn’t just want her, I needed her.

  I felt like I was betraying myself. For years I hated this woman and yet, here I was, gently easing her slacks down over her curvaceous hips as she stood in front of me. I was so enthralled with being with her that none of the past mattered anymore. There was only the here and now. I wasn’t even thinking of her life’s essence that would perpetuate me for another day.

  Helen stepped out of her slacks and I dove at her. I slid from the couch to my knees and wrapped my arms around her thighs, sinking my fingers into the smooth, milky flesh of her ass and pulling her to me. I buried my face against her crotch. Her wet panties smeared her abundant juices all over my face.

  We moaned in unison as I inhaled the musky fragrance of her fantasy. I nuzzled my face against her pussy, chewing with my lips against her slick panties. She placed her hand on the back of my head and held me firmly in place.

  I massaged her ass urgently as I kissed and licked her panties. Helen’s hips began to gyrate gently. She pinched and squeezed her hard nipples with her free hand, thoroughly lost in the fantasy of Giselle. I squeezed and spread her ass cheeks, receiving a deep, lustful moan for my actions.

  My pussy screamed for attention. It begged me to reach down and touch it but I couldn’t. I was so entranced with Helen that all I could think of was pleasing her. I pulled the thin fabric of her thong from between her luscious cheeks and buried my hand between them.

  I found her pulsing asshole. It clenched and released erratically as I found her clit beneath her soaked panties. Her legs shook and I felt the rush of her life’s essence ring through my body from the tiny orgasm washed through her. I sucked hungrily on her clit through the clinging fabric as I pressed and rubbed my finger against her asshole.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to feel her bare, dripping pussy against my lips. I pushed her onto the couch. She posed on her knees with her forearms resting against the back of the couch. Helen lifted her ass eagerly while I quickly stripped off her panties.

  I spread her ass again and stared. Her clean shaven cunt glistened with her juices. Her blushing lips begged me to take her so I did. I shoved my face into her ass and lashed out with my tongue. I worked it furiously up and down, deeply, through her pussy lips.

  Her sweet juices flowed endlessly into my mouth and down my chin as I ate her pussy wildly. I shoved my face into her soft flesh as hard as I could, stabbing my tongue in and out of her deep hole. My hands were cupping her soft, spongy tits, squeezing and caressing every millimeter of them. I was in heaven.

  “Oh yes!” Helen moaned as I lashed my tongue across her clit. “Eat my pussy Giselle! Make me shower your face with my hot cum!”

  Her words sent me into a frenzy. I don’t know why except this time it was a woman moaning and begging to me. It wasn’t some guy with his cock in my cunt moaning how good it felt to be fucking me. I sensed she was getting close to her orgasm and desperately craved to feel more of her essence invigorate me.

  I spread her ass and planted my mouth right on her tight asshole. I swirled my tongue around her tight pucker as I jammed my fingers into her gaping pussy. Helen arched her back and started to scream. I twisted my fingers as I fucked her fast and hard. My tongue snaked around her tight asshole, stabbing and darting, trying to press its way past her tight ring.

  Helen bucked her ass against me furiously and her gasping moans turned into one long, lust-filled wail. She was as close to climaxing as she could be. When I finally shoved my tongue into her ass and pressed my thumb against her clit she exploded.

  I forced my fingers into her as far as they could go, rubbing my thumb firmly side to side on her clit. Her juices were running down my arm. The power of her essence slammed into me like a wrecking ball full of sin and desire. Helen collapsed and stretched out on the couch. Her eyes were glazed over with euphoria.

  I kissed her gently then placed a kiss on her hard nipple. I couldn’t believe how hot being with another woman was and my pussy hadn’t even been touched yet. Helen’s deep breaths slowly calmed and finally she was able to sit.

  “So I take that as you wouldn’t mind someth
ing like that happening?” she asked.

  Suddenly everything spun through my head and the entire shameful ordeal of the investigation crashed into my mind. My eyes flashed with anger and I decided it was time she got her just desserts.

  “Oh not at all,” I said sweetly and climbed up on the couch beside her. “I didn’t know Jasmine felt that way about me. I think I should let her have me exactly how she wrote about it in her e-mails.”

  “Jasmine?” Helen asked. She was a bit shocked.

  I lounged against her and gently stroked her tummy and breasts. I let my fingertips brush over her taut nipples. I had fulfilled her fantasy, at least to the point of receiving her essence. By no means did it mean that was the end of her dream, or nightmare.

  “She’s the one that sent me the e-mails,” I said. “I mean, being with you is very inviting, but I couldn’t imagine how hot it would be with her. Obviously she wants me very badly.”

  “Giselle,” she said. “Jasmine didn’t send you those e-mails.”

  I pretended to look confused. “If she didn’t, then who?”

  “I did,” she said breathlessly and lifted her chin to kiss me.

  I kissed her gently then suddenly pushed her over and pounced on her. She kicked and writhed as I bound her wrists with her bra.

  “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed.

  I bound her ankles then did just as she asked. I got off of her and pushed her to the floor. Helen was lying helplessly on the floor, staring up at me with fear in her eyes. I let my form fade to appear as myself, before I died. Helen’s eyes widened in shock.

  “I know you did, bitch,” I said and spat at her then rolled her onto her back, arms still folded behind her, and straddled her chest. “Do you really know the shit you put me through? Just because you had the appetite for some pussy?”

  “But-“

  “But nothing, you slut,” I said, cutting her off and grabbing her by the throat.

  She whimpered as I leaned closer to peer into her frightened eyes. I gave my fingers a gentle squeeze, not too hard as to choke her, but firmly enough to let her know I was the one in control. My anger boiled and festered inside of me. My words were soaked with disgust and I was going to make her pay for the humiliation.