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

by Lynn, KT

  When he lifted his head, I couldn't even catch my breath. My lungs literally refused to work, and I stared up at him like a dazed deer caught in the rush of oncoming headlights. He studied my face for a minute, and then he made a small sound of satisfaction, his close-lipped smile growing...but that smile was far from reassuring. In fact, it reminded me a little of the lip curl of a predator just before the final lunge and pounce.

  Brady distracted me from the predator's smile, lifting me from the floor with an easy swing and flinging me over his shoulder. Without a word, he carried me into the bedroom. He tossed me to the bed like I weighed no more than a small child, his hands going to my waistband as soon as my back hit the mattress. I bounced a little, and he yanked my pants past my ass and down my thighs. I kicked up to rid myself of the material, and then Mike's bigger hands were yanking at my blouse, ripping it away from my skin without popping off a single button--he was always so careful with my clothes. I arched up into his palms as they closed around my breasts, his fingers brushing over my pebbled nipples. The tips were already hard, but the flesh seemed to swell beneath his touch, my sensitivity growing tenfold with every second. I moaned as liquid flames rushed through my veins to lick at my wet center.

  My panties disappeared next, and there was absolutely no question of how excited I already was. Brady's fingers met nothing but silky arousal as they slid up and down my swollen lips. My walls clenched, desperate for more than just a small caress. I wanted him to bury his fingers inside of me. More than that, I wanted to feel his thick cock splitting me open and then drilling in as deep as possible, over and over and over. Mike dipped his head, blocking my vision with his upper body as he mouthed my straining nipples, quickly flicking his tongue over my areola. I was so sensitive that the silky pressure of his tongue almost hurt. My body responded automatically, arching and twisting at the same time, like I wanted more and I wanted to get away. My thighs clapped together, trapping Brady's fingers between my lips, and I shot my hips up, grinding my clit against his knuckles, desperate to relieve the pressure growing beneath my flesh.

  Mike chose that moment to bite down, his teeth sinking into the flesh he made hard with his tongue. I howled, surprised by the pain and the pressure--but the pain quickly faded, leaving only the pressure and intense, riveting pleasure. I cried out again, this time with a distinct note of pleading. Not to be outdone, Brady's mouth zeroed in on my other nipple, but he didn't immediately suck the skin into his wet heat. Instead he used his silky-soft whiskers to drive me to a new edge of need. I wanted the heat of his mouth, I wanted the familiar shape and sweetness of his lips, but he refused to give me what I want, using his chin, his tightly closed lips, his breath, even his nose, to tease and torment my pebbled flesh.

  The contrast between Mike's teeth and Brady's soft teasing was too much for me, and finally, I couldn't do anything but yank away. But I was caught. There was nowhere for me to go, no way for me to escape. Mike had my upper body pinned beneath him, and Brady straddled my hips, holding my legs and the rest of me in place against the bed. I felt Mike's hand slide up my chest to close around my throat, his fingers resting firmly around the fragile column of my neck without hindering my breath. I tilted my head back and parted my lips in an automatic invitation, exposing the delicate skin to both mouths. They both moved at the same time, like twin cobras striking as one, hard mouths sucking even harder just below each ear.

  "Oh God!"

  One of them chuckled at my exclamation, but I couldn't figure out who it was. There were already too many sensations, and the light vibration of the sound reverberated through my entire body. I was twisting again, trying to strain towards each mouth as they sucked and bit and licked, coaxing the blood closer and closer to the skin, pulling so hard my clit jerked, responding to every single flick of their tongues over my sensitized skin. I was already completely lost, and I did the thing that came naturally--I reached for Mike's hand and guided it to my sopping wet mound. He immediately curled his fingers, letting the pads of his forefinger and middle finger slip between my lips to find my swollen nub.

  "Oh yes," I moaned, over and over and over. He flicked over the bundle of nerves at the tip, not at all satisfying me and yet giving me more than I could have ever asked for. Brady began to move, sliding his hot mouth and sharp teeth down my body. He moved over the curves and contours, never lifting his head until his face was buried between my thighs. His tongue darted out, engaging Mike's fingers in a battle for complete dominance of my body. But Mike didn't cede the ground he'd already claimed. At first, they were fighting, but then something shifted, and a new wave of pleasure crashed through me with such shocking strength that I couldn't resist it. The first orgasm slammed through me, but far from satisfying the hunger fanning through me, it only made me crave more. My pussy clenched harder, my thighs trembling as my hips shuddered.

  "Fuck me," I panted. I didn't know who I was asking for. I didn't even care which one of them responded first. I just needed to feel something... "Oh, FUCK!" Three fingers plunged deep into my cunt, sawing back and forth, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. I tried to sort through the warring sensations and realized that I only felt Brady's tongue on my clit...Mike's fingers were the one taking me to previously unreached heights. I reached for him blindly, grasping and desperate, my fingers closing around his thick shaft. He was fully erect, throbbing with hot blood, his pulse pounding out a quick rhythm into my palm. I pumped my hand, first meeting his rhythm, and then moving faster and faster, silently begging him for more friction, more heat, showing him with every gesture exactly what I needed.

  Much to my surprise, he responded exactly as I hoped he would. Sometimes, he liked to prolong his responses, but he didn't have that luxury while Brady was making love to my pussy. And that was the only way to describe the long licks, the nuzzling and sucking, the teasing that had my flesh puffy and so, so sensitive.

  "You want more than this?" Mike's voice falling on my exposed skin like warm drops of rain. I arched in response, moaning, trying hard to find the words that would answer his question. "What do you want, sweetheart? You want my cock?"

  "Y-yes. Yes."

  Suddenly my feet were straight up in the air. Brady's mouth disappeared, leaving me feeling strangely cold and neglected. I reached for his head, found his hair and fisted the smooth, long threads, pulling him back down as Mike lined his cock up with my clenching pussy. He was standing on the floor, his hands moving to cup my ass and pull my hips up. Without missing a beat, Brady repositioned himself, laying out over my body and putting his big cock level with my mouth. I automatically parted my lips for him, just as eager to get him inside of me. He sank into the welcoming heat, moving all the way to the back of my throat, and then straight down the passage. I loved sucking his dick, loved it when he fucked my throat, but I never knew it could be this damned good. His mouth was still busy on my pussy, sucking on my clit, awakening every single nerve-ending, enflaming me.

  Mike slammed into me without warning, pushing my legs back even further as he sank inside. The angle was perfect. Nothing impeded his progress. Nothing stopped him from impaling me to the hilt, and I barely had the chance to adjust to his length hitting me all the way to the back wall before he was sliding out again. I rose to meet him, gripping his cock and following him so he couldn't leave my depths. But he had more control than me, and it was easy for him to hold me down to the bed, pull out completely, and then plunge forward again. He moved slowly, letting me feel every single inch as he pulled out, and then reintroducing me to each sweet inch on the way back in. I went rigid, my spine straightening, a shapeless, wordless shout trying to escape around the thick meat in my mouth as another orgasm took over my body. I clenched down hard on Mike's cock, but that still didn't stop his slow, insane, perfect progress.

  "Look at her. She's going crazy."

  Brady laughed, his breath brushing against my pussy like a new set of fingers. I was going crazy. I was already out of my mind, and Mike was barely mov
ing and Brady was barely moving, and the cock in my throat effectively silenced me. I couldn't beg for more. I couldn't moan or pant or plead. I was completely caught, and the feeling of their weight only increased my pleasure. I didn't think I could breathe, but somehow, my lungs were still working, somehow I hadn't hyperventilated and passed out.

  "What are you waiting for?" Brady's question held a distinct challenge. "You're not going to break her."

  "Oh, I know that."

  Then somehow, my left foot was all the way back to my shoulder. I didn't even know I was that bendy. My thigh pulled tight, and I automatically reached down to grasp the bedspread, fingers curling around the blanket because I knew I would need to hold on for dear life. In the next second, he was using his full strength, his glorious muscles flexing and rippling under his dark olive skin. It felt as though he was trying to punch through my body with his dick, and I was right to try to hold onto something. If it weren’t for Brady's weight holding me in place, I would have been fucked clear across the mattress.

  Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I yanked my mouth from Brady's cock with an audible pop. "More," I choked out...whimpered..."More more more more more." I knew what I wanted, but I couldn't even begin to articulate it. Words were completely gone from my mind, and everything was fogged over like the park during a fireworks display--nothing but smoke and intense, sudden flashes of light. But I had faith in them. After all, they were both very skilled, intuitive lovers. And they both knew me. Knew how much I loved to ride a hard dick, knew that nothing was too much, that I couldn't be pushed too far. At this point, even when it hurt, it felt so fucking good that I could cry from the beauty of it.

  I was boneless, completely malleable to their will. They could flip me over, bend me in half, hold me up against the wall, split me in two--whatever they needed to do, my body would go with it. My will was completely surrendered. I don't know how they communicated with each other, how they decided to move me, how they made it happen, but it did happen. So fucking fast and so fucking perfectly, I almost thought one of them had to be psychic. After all, I never mentioned my most secret, favorite fantasy to either of them. And yet, on the next breath after I sobbed for more, I found myself splayed across Mike's chest--as hard and unforgiving as a tank--with his cock sliding into me at a new, heady angle. I had more control at that angle, and I took full advantage of it while I still could, fucking myself on his shaft with all the energy and enthusiasm I had in my small frame.

  I didn't stop until Brady's hands gripped my hips and pushed me down, impaling me on Mike's cock. At the next second, I felt his lubed and condomed head nudging at the tight ring of my ass. I wiggled back, not at all afraid of that monster pushing into my small, tight ass. I yearned for it, I tingled for it, rushes of excitement driving me backwards as he sank forward. At first, it was very slow going--he at least had the wherewithal to give me time to adjust to his girth. I didn't have the same ability to think that far ahead. I could feel his shaft sliding against Mike's, separated only by the thinnest barrier of skin. They were so close; I could feel them pulsing together. Brady's hands went to my shoulders, pushing me down, popping my ass up. And then we were moving as though we were born to complete this dance, each one of us doing exactly what we needed to do, finding the perfect rhythm.

  My hips were in complete control, my flesh in charge of finding the deep satisfaction it longed for. Mike caught my face between his palms, and his tongue invaded my mouth once again. Knowing he could taste Brady's skin on my lips, his precum and sweat on my tongue, sent a new thrill through my bones. I kissed him hungrily, shoving my tongue deeper than before, using my entire body as I rocked back and forth, slamming myself into their dicks as they slid against each other.

  I had never been filled so completely. My brain was working overtime, trying to process everything, but nothing was translating as pain. I knew on one level that there was no way I could take such a hard pounding to my ass without it hurting, but that was completely irrelevant. Nothing I knew mattered. All that mattered was what I was experiencing, and all I was experiencing was pure pleasure and the undeniable, simple need for more...more...more...always more.

  I knew that when the next orgasm hit me, it would be big. Not just big. Destructive. It would shake the very foundations of my whole universe. I felt it building and building. Every time I thought, "This is it, this is it" I would only climb higher up the precipice. Every time I thought I reached the edge, either Brady or Mike would shift, would change something just-so, and that would be enough to send that promised land careening ahead of me, just out of reach. Instead of being frustrated, I was thankful. I didn't want this to end. Not until it absolutely had to. Not until I felt raw and exposed, like a broken tooth.

  But you can't avoid the inevitable forever, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you want to. My abs tightened, my core reaching absolutely nuclear levels of heat. Sweat rolled down my back, and my pussy clenched and fluttered, gripping Mike so hard he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. I rained kisses down on him, my mouth clumsy and hungry, my body trembling harder and harder. Ultimately, it was the hand in my hair that sent me over the edge. As though my body could take just about anything except the flare of pain that instantly transformed into chills down my spine, all the way to the bottom of my feet. I reared up, taking Brady all the way to the hilt and then slammed down again, my flesh slapping against Mike's as the blunt head of his dick slammed into my G-spot.

  Everything went dark and then gold, like the sun breaking through a long winter's night. I screamed, shaking wildly, completely out of control. I felt Mike shudder beneath me and heard Brady's shocked moan, and then both cocks were jerking inside of me. That triggered another orgasm, and I rode them both in my ecstasy until they were completely spent and the three of us were nothing but a tangle of exhausted, slick limbs on top of my bed.

  Things were getting dark again, and I knew I was fading fast. But I didn't want to wake up alone. And I definitely didn't want to wake up with one of them gone from my life forever.

  "I'm going to need another round," I murmured thickly. "Can't make up my mind. Stay."

  A gentle kiss on my shoulder. Another at the hollow of my throat. Dual promises that I would not find myself alone in my bed again.

  Leashed in Public

  by Ellie Soap

  Themes: public sex; BDSM

  Master was in a funny mood today, it was like he was hiding something from her. Master didn’t get secretive quite often but he did like to surprise her and keep her on her toes. She tried to tell herself she didn't like surprises but the way her heart was beating, her hands were shaking, her pussy was tingling, and the fact that she was having trouble keeping still was telling her otherwise. She was more than just a little excited. Master knew what he was doing when he dealt with her... and he was always very good at dealing with her.

  “I've got a treat for you today pet,” said Master. He was grinning a terrible grin. It made him look terrifying but still just as handsome as he always was. “We're going to have a nice day out. We're going to go shopping, we’re going to go to the park and they were going to go get some coffee.”

  Amanda, known to her Master as “pet”, knew that though this sounded innocent enough, there was hidden intent within and she didn't exactly know what her Master was planning on this ‘nice day out’ but she knew it was going to be something that would test her limits.

  “Yes Master,” was all she could say. From where she was on her knees she could see him smile down at her. She normally wasn't permitted to look her Master in the eye but he had ordered her to lift her head and look at him.

  Master's name was Alexander but she never called them that ... well not when they were playing anyway. They had both discovered their love for bondage three years ago and since then they have both trained themselves to the art of dominance and submission. Right now a lot of Dom/sub couples would say they had the perfect relationship but he believed that there was always mo
re to learn.

  And that was the beauty of a relationship like that; a new day brought new excitement and new things to do and learn. Today was no exception, Master Alexander had a creative mind and was never lacking in ideas. His pet Amanda didn't know exactly what he was planning but she was twitching with anticipation.

  Master saw her squirming around on the floor and began to chuckle. “Don't worry pet you will find out soon enough.”

  He then walked away into the bedroom and came back with a black leather leash. The grin on his face was even more wicked than it was before and Amanda squirmed more violently on her knees. She was wearing one of Master's favorite skirts that was conservative enough not to draw too much attention but was also short enough to show off the good bit of leg and, if turned up, a fair amount of pussy. She was also wearing that tight red top. Red was Master's favorite color so she wore it whenever she could and since Master had told her that this would be a very special day she decided she would wear the clothes that she knew would drive him insane.