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

by Lynn, KT

  Master held one end of the leash one hand and the other in the opposite hand and made a great show of pulling it tight to show his pet what she was in for. He then walked over to her and hooked one end of the leash into the black collar she wore around her neck. She was always apprehensive about going out in public with the collar on but she couldn't defy her Master so she did as she was told like a good pet.

  Despite her embarrassment over wearing the collar she got a strange sense of comfort from wearing it, like it was a form of protection. The sense of belonging she felt towards her Master was intoxicating; it was the greatest form of love she had ever felt in her life. Master may have been mischievous but he was kind and he always held her and made her feel warm and loved.

  ***

  When they had first tried out BDSM and Alexander was a little nervous because after all he didn't want to hurt his wife and back then when you were just starting out a relationship like this it was hard to find the line between pleasurable pain and real pleasure. However it wasn't long before Alexander found his feet and became a master of the craft. He was a devil with a riding crop and even more of a devil with his hands no matter what he did with them. It was only one of the many things that made him a terrific Master.

  When they had started out, Amanda was just as nervous as Alexander because she had always had a fascination with bondage but she had never liked pain; she was rather afraid of it. However during her training she had been taught to enjoy it, even love it. She loved the feeling of her husband's hand on her flesh even when it was punishing her and she had even learned to love the crop especially when she knew she deserved punishment. Sometimes when she was in a particularly devious mood she would even break Master's rules on purpose just so that she would be punished.

  Once the collar was firmly secured on her neck she felt Master pulling on it and she rose to her feet. She kept her head respectfully down and just followed the tugs she felt around her neck. She felt herself being led outside and she continued to pray that no one would see her. Luckily they made it to the car without running into any of their neighbors. Master opened the car door and gently pushed on his pet’s shoulder to get her to sit in the passenger seat.

  Then he himself got into the driver's seat, put his keys into the ignition and they began their ‘nice day out’.

  The first place they went to was the supermarket. Master deliberately took her to the freezer section because he knew that the cold, ironically, got her hot. Amanda had gone shopping a couple of days ago so they didn't really need much but she knew that the true purpose of being here wasn't to get food. Master picked up some ice cream cones and gave them to his pet. She put them in the basket she was carrying and followed him further into the freezer section.

  Along the way Master picked up many more frozen treats and popped them in the basket. When it was nearly full and the pet's hands were freezing he told her to place the basket close to her pussy. She couldn't help but look around to see if someone would notice but she knew whether or not there were onlookers she would have to do as she was told by her Master. Her hands shook a little as she placed the frozen metal basket close her barely covered pussy and felt the cold breeze caressing her clit through her skirt.

  She let out a quiet little whine and looked towards her Master with pleading eyes. He merely grinned at her enjoying the mixture of discomfort and arousal that was on her face. He liked to confuse his little pet and take away her understanding and control of her own body. He knew things about her body that she herself would deny. For instance, she would deny that the cold did anything for her arousal but her Master knew better. He had discovered her unconscious affinity for icy coldness when he had brought ice cubes into the bedroom and began teasing her nipples with them. The way she responded was intoxicating, her nipples got hard almost instantly and when he reached between her legs he felt a wetness there that he had never felt so quickly.

  From that day on when he wanted her aroused quickly he would always use ice on his pet.

  ***

  Once they had paid for their purchases in the supermarket Master guided his pet to the car once again, although this time the leash was tucked into her top and he was pushing her along with his hand on her behind. She was absolutely mortified by that and she did see a few people staring. She tried to ignore them and do as she was bid by her Master, all the while trying to deny the arousal that was tingling all over her body.

  She secretly loved it when Master handled her ass, his hands were like magic anywhere on her skin but her ass and pussy were where he was best.

  Amanda didn't know of the next destination Master was taking her to, but as he sat in the car with one hand holding the steering wheel and the other under her skirt she couldn't bring herself to care. His magic fingers gathered up some of the juices that had already leaked from her pussy and began stroking her clit. She felt freer to make noise in the car seeing as they didn't have any onlookers and as Master stroked first slowly then quickly then slowly again she moaned loudly.

  He then told her to raise her ass off the seat and slid his middle finger into her cunt. He knew where her sweet spot was so he didn't have much trouble finding it even when he was preoccupied with driving. Without even taking his eyes off the road he had hit it again and again and again until she was begging, “Master, can I cum? Please let me cum. I n-need … please.”

  He ignored her near incoherent babbling and withdrew his hand, wiping it casually, on his trousers and putting it back on the steering wheel.

  For the rest of the car journey she squirmed in her seat and was pretty sure the back of her skirt was soaking wet. She couldn't get out of the car like this. So when Master opened her door and held out his hand for her to take she just looked at it.

  “Don’t make me take you out of the car and spank you in the middle of the car park pet,” he said. “You will have much more to worry about than a wet skirt then.”

  How did Master always seem to read her mind? How did he always seemed to know what worried her and then put it out of her mind one way or another. She didn't know and at this point she didn't care she just needed to obey.

  The next place they went to was the shopping center as Master said she needed new clothes. She couldn't help but wonder what he had planned for her next. There are many stores in the shopping center but the one Master chose to enter was the lingerie store. Amanda had many outfits from when she and her Master played but since they both liked to keep things fresh they were constantly shopping for new things. However they didn't usually go into lingerie shops together, she either bought something and wore it as a surprise for him or he bought something and ordered her to model it for him in all sorts of different ways.

  She knew this was only another way Master was going to test her today. Her mind said she was afraid of it but her nipples, her pussy and her ass told her a different story and she could only wonder how the shop assistants would react were they to see the wetness on the back of her skirt.

  The friendly shop assistant was more than happy to help them out, perhaps she got couples like them in here more frequently than Amanda had first assumed. She showed them all sorts of sexy materials, colors and designs that she thought might flatter Amanda's figure. Master was very happy with the service but declined all the suggestions and picked up something of his own choosing.

  It was a red lace night-dress that had beautiful swaddling patterns on it. It clung to the breasts but left a huge V shaped gap between them that led right down to the belly button. The bottom half of the night-dress wasn't as clingy, it was rather flowing and she could see just from looking at it that it would barely cover her ass.

  Master handed the night-dress to her and ordered her to go and try it on in the changing rooms. Her hand shook as she reached out to take it but she managed to steal herself, walk into the changing rooms and wait to be assigned a changing both. The wait was short but nerve wracking and she was made even more nervous by the fact that the changing booths didn't have
doors, just flimsy curtains. She watched Master sit on the waiting area seats as she was guided towards one of the booths.

  She was halfway through trying it on when she saw the curtain being pulled back in the mirror. She continued to stare at the mirror as Master walked into the changing booth and looked at her appreciatively.

  “You are so beautiful my pet,” he said and she blushed at the compliment.

  He held out his hands and grabbed the lingerie, pulling the straps gently over her shoulders, positioning it around her breasts and then masterfully doing up lace at the back. He then gently put his arms on her shoulders and just stood there looking at her. He kissed her shoulders and squeezed her breasts. She wanted to call out from the pleasure but knew she couldn’t. Master wasted no time in pulling the night-dress up over her ass, out of his way so that it didn’t get soiled from what he was about to do.

  Without, warning or preamble he shoved his cock right into her already sensitive pussy and began fucking her with a practiced ease that made her unable to stand. Luckily Master’s strong arms held her up. She tried so badly not to make sound and besides a few pitiful sounding whimpers she managed it.

  “God Master, I’m close, I’m so close. Can I cum please? Please?” She whispered in desperation.

  She loved feeling her Master’s cum inside her almost as much as she liked to cum herself but instead of feeling either she felt her Master withdraw from her pussy.

  He said, “That is enough for now, we will finish this later. Get that lingerie off so I can pay for it and then get dressed.”

  She marveled at that fact that, besides being a little breathless he sounded completely composed while she was panting and barely keeping her feet. After a minute of deep breathing she managed to regain control of her limbs and take the night-dress and hand it to her Master. She watched him exit the room without a word. He was wearing a long coat so he wouldn’t have much trouble hiding his arousal since he had long ago learned how to school his face.

  For a second Amanda thought about reaching her hand down between her legs and relieving her suffering but then she remembered what happened last time she came without her Master’s permission. She wasn’t permitted to cum again for a whole week afterwards. Plus Master was testing her and wasn’t that what their relationship was about? Testing themselves and learning more about how to please each other?

  So she just dressed herself in her clothes and went to meet Master at the cash desk.

  This time when they were in the car Master didn’t touch her, he just let her squirm. He didn’t tell her where they were going but when she managed to take her attention away from her arousal she recognized the direction they were going and she knew they were going to the park.

  Once again Master opened the door and held out his hand and Amanda thought he was going to guide her but the hand once again but instead he reached inside her top and pulled out the concealed leash. Her heart stopped for a second, she was going to be led around this park like a dog, how would she ever live that down? But she had no choice but to obey. She could of course use their safe word but that would mean that they would just go home and not play for the rest of the day and with her arousal at the level it was at, that was not an option.

  The park was beautiful and luckily there weren’t many people around. Master wasn’t foolish so he would never take her to a place where children were likely to be playing. Even though it was a nice day, they had some privacy and when Master lead her into the expanse of trees they were completely alone.

  Amanda stared at her Master, her partner, her husband, her lover and watched as he pulled out a length of rope which he proceeded to tie her to a tree with.

  She knew that this was it, this was when he was going to grab her hips, pull her off of the ground, shove his cock inside and fuck her long and hard until she came. She was going to cum until she couldn’t see straight; she was going to get what was coming to her all day.

  However when she opened her eyes which she had closed to try and still her breathing, her Master had disappeared. At first she thought about panicking, she tried to look around but the rope had bound her so tightly she couldn’t move. Then suddenly she heard a familiar wicked laughed coming from behind her … the game wasn’t over yet. There was more to come.

  Dormmate

  by Harriet Lovelace

  Themes: threesome, M/FF

  Another party. It seemed like they were every night now. That’s probably because they were. I never really understood why. I used to get it; it was the freedom from moving out of your parents’ place and into your dorm, the freedom of not having any rules and being old enough to drink, but this was my third and final year. I needed to get work done.

  I strolled back to my dorm around midnight passing by the freshies as we called them, the first years that partied all night then worked all day and slept for about two hours in between all of that. I passed by the library where I should’ve spent more time and finally arrived at my block. I wasn’t too drunk so getting the key in was a breeze, but as I climbed up the stairs, I realized something dreadful. I’m getting old.

  I didn’t mean that twenty-three was old; I meant that I’d gotten into a rut of going to bed early when none of my classes were actually that early. A 10am start is lucky; most people party till 4 and get up at 7. I wasn’t always like this; I used to seek adventure; I used to have fun.

  I had a boyfriend throughout my first year and most of my second year here. Tony was brilliant in every single way. The first day I met him we drove out to the coast which was a good few hours away in a group of twenty or more--all his friends. Then we drank on the beach under the sunset until we all passed out. I knew from that moment he was the guy for me.

  For the almost-two-year relationship, we constantly partied and studied together until one day when he partied right into another girl’s dorm room. Since then my entire experience here has been class projects, lectures and early nights. My roommate Nicole was trying to get me out of this drab lifestyle, but it wasn’t working.

  Nicole had been my roommate for two years now. For the first year, I was with some girl called Claire that kept to herself yet made a mess of the entire room so when the chance came to switch, I asked for anyone except her. Nicole was great. She partied like I used to, she cleaned everything because she hated messes, and she was a great cook. The only problem I had with her was her need for guys. This wasn’t a new boyfriend every week scenario; this was a new boy every night thing. Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but she did often switch guys without informing them that she had, which often left me dealing with that awkward midnight banging-on-the-door drunken fool who I had to tell to get lost.

  I envied her in some ways--how she never gets emotionally tied down, how she always had a good time no matter what happened. She was the kind of girl that could go out with a twenty, get drunk, get laid, get home all right and still make it to class in the morning. Lucky girl.

  Finally, I made it to the top of a five-flight staircase and began to drag myself to our room not too far down the hall. I was kind of hoping Nicole would be there already so that I knew her and whichever boy she’d brought back wouldn’t be making too much of a noise until the morning, but knowing my luck, she’ll come bursting into our dorm room and start having the loudest sex possible in about two hours when I’m sound asleep.

  Key in, turn, and open. Nope she wasn’t here. Great. I strolled over to our my bed and flung my shirt and pants as fast as I could to the floor. I couldn’t be bothered getting into my usual nightwear which was one of Tony’s old shirts and some baggy shorts. In fact, it was about time I threw that shirt out; I had to let go at some point.

  Falling onto the bed, I realized that maybe I was a little more drunk than I’d thought. I think I only had a few beers, maybe a few cocktails. It wasn’t that much compared to a usual Thursday night at the boys dorm. Usually you didn’t leave there until you were in a state that you let one of the boys walk you home, then--i
n my case--slam the door shut in his face after he tries to follow you in. That’s probably where Nicole was now, except she wouldn’t slam the door in any guy’s face. She’d take them by the hand and fuck them right next to me.

  I wished I could be more free spirited like her. I just didn’t know how to let go of this hatred I had built up for men. I was never a no-strings girl. I always got attached, and I always expected a call the next day. If I could just get into her mindset, do something a little crazy, then I know I’d be able to get back like I used to with the late night parties and the not-giving-a-damn attitude. I just didn’t know what to do.

  I turned so that I was facing the empty bed across the room and noticed something sticking out of Nicole’s top drawer of her bedside table. Is that what I think it is? I was curious as I would’ve noticed her using something like that--I would’ve heard it. I got up and made my way over, opening the drawer to reveal the object fully. Yes, that’s exactly what I’d expect of her. Long, black, thick, giving any woman a reason to expect too much from a man. It was Nicole’s vibrator.

  I picked it up, admiring her endurance, as this was obviously the biggest brand going. I don’t get how she could’ve used this with me a few feet away from her. I turned the switch on, but I didn’t hear anything however the tip was moving quite a lot with less rapid vibrations flowing down to the bottom. It was the silent version of a vibrator.