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

by Lynn, KT

  Brazenly I unlaced my bodice, removing my dress, corset and undergarments and standing naked in front of him, making no move to hide my curvaceous figure, full breasts and my smooth, shapely legs.

  He surveyed me impartially. “Lie down and make yourself comfortable,” he instructed, looking in a drawer for some device. I lay, stretching sensuously, arching my back, pushing my breasts towards him, accentuating the curve of my waist. I watched him from my seductive position as he brought out a long, thick object and pulled on a pair of white gloves to protect his hands. I felt offended that he did not want to touch me, to feel how smooth my skin was.

  “Spread your legs apart,” he instructed, paying no attention to the view I was giving him. “Close your eyes and take deep breaths. This may hurt at first but it will start to feel pleasurable. I don’t want you to feel nervous or embarrassed, just relax and focus on your breathing. Since you’re already accustomed to manual stimulation, we’ll start you off with something stronger.” He indicated the instrument he was holding, a few inches in girth and at least ten inches in length. I didn’t fully understand what he was talking about, but spread my legs readily, feeling myself already excited and wet with the thought of how forward I was being. Gideon didn’t blink though, simply sitting on the bed next to me. With his gloved hands he pushed my thighs wider apart.

  I began to feel a little nervous and apprehensive – what exactly was he doing with that instrument? Surely he didn’t mean to –

  My question was answered as he adjusted the instrument. I heard a faint buzzing, but before I could question anything I felt something against my entrance, vibrating gently, sending sensation jolting through me. I jumped, and pulled away.

  “What –“

  “Just relax. This is a medical treatment. It won’t do any harm to you. In fact, it will do you a lot of good.” I thought I could detect a faint note of amusement in his voice, so I lay back, daring him to do his worst. I thought him far more likely to break than I was, with what I had in mind.

  The device was pressed to my entrance once more, pushing a little between my lips, my already flowing juices making the access slick and easy. The little ripples of vibrations felt wonderful, sending sparks of arousal jumping through my veins, kindling heat in the pit of my stomach. I let my legs drop completely open and arched my back slightly, giving a soft moan. I peeked through my eyelashes at his face: no reaction.

  Gideon gently rotated the vibrating instrument, stimulating me further and causing me to bunch the clean white bed sheet in my hands, arching off the bed again and letting myself slump back with soft sighs and moans. A lot of this was artifice, trying to coax a reaction out of Gideon, whose face was as calm and unemotional as ever, but the sensation was starting to make my heart thump in my chest and my cheeks flush with heat.

  The instrument penetrated further, pushing inside me and stretching my walls, filling me completely. What had been light, arousing pleasure became something more intense, the vibrations within me striking chords with the sensitive surface of my tunnel, sending hot, delicious pleasure straight through me like a hot knife slicing through butter. I could see a pink flush spreading across the fair skin of my chest and thighs, and I knew my cheeks were aflame. I had never felt so aroused before in my life, and the arousal was intensified knowing that Gideon was the one doing it to me. This handsome, seemingly emotionless man was creating such emotion, such intense feeling in me that I knew he couldn’t be as impartial as he seemed to be. Sure enough, through my throes of passion, I could see the sweat beading on his forehead.

  Cranking it up a notch as the pleasure started to build, I decided to do everything I could to push him over the edge, so that he long remembered my form writhing before him, the desire and passion he was creating within me. Arching my back and throwing my head back in abandon, I let my moans and sighs intensify, the panting of my sharp breaths probably loud enough even to penetrate the thick walls of the room. The delicious vibrations were pulsing through me, Gideon rotating and probing the instrument enough to drive me wild, each point it focused on sending new explosions of pleasure even as I ached for yet more stimulation.

  Gideon’s cheeks were almost as flushed as mine, and his breathing was a little uneven as I moaned and panted before him, contorting my body, thrusting myself towards him. I reached my hands up to touch my heated body, one palming my breasts, first one, then the other, squeezing and dragging my fingertips over my nipples, as hard and stiff as pebbles. My other hand went to my hair, pushing it out of my face, spreading it over the bed in a glossy brown pillow. It was a sight I knew that no man made of flesh and blood could possibly resist, and reading on his face the effect I was having on the man of marble, I knew I was only moments from climaxing.

  Suddenly, horribly, the ministrations stopped. The instrument was removed, and Gideon turned his back to me, tossing me a sheet to cover myself. The loss of sensation left me throbbing and uncomfortably hot. My body craved contact.

  “That’s enough for today,” Gideon said stiffly, pulling off his gloves. “Put something on. I’ll be in my office.”

  Without thinking, I caught him by the wrist before he could leave.

  “Wait,” I said. “I –“

  But before I could know what I was going to say, the power of speech was beyond me. With a passion and violence which robbed me of my breath, Gideon had pulled me roughly into his arms and was kissing me arduously, every pent-up emotion within him seeming to crash down on me as he furiously moved his lips against mine. At first I was too astonished to respond – here he was, this wonderful, aloof, mysterious man, and he had me in his office, kissing me as if I was his only source of oxygen. But then the warm feeling of triumph washed through me, and I poured every ounce of seduction I had into the kiss, moulding my body to his, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him close as our tongues twined around each other in a sensual, passionate dance. By the time we broke apart I was almost faint with lack of breath. The passion and emotion radiating from him were astonishing, and I was almost afraid at the dark lust and desire evident in his eyes as he took me in greedily, all trace of impartiality and restraint gone from his eyes.

  “I can’t resist any longer. I’m going to take you,” he growled at me, “you intoxicating little minx. I’m going to fuck you through the god damned bed until you scream and moan so loud your voice is hoarse, your throat is sore and you have nothing left to give me. Then maybe I’ll see you in some real hysterics.”

  I was all too ready to oblige, still startled by the intensity of his words and gaze, but empowered by how strongly I had managed to seduce him, what a profound effect I was having on him.

  He pushed me down on the bed in another passionate, lingering kiss, his lips and tongue demanding full access, dominating every inch of my mouth, claiming my tongue as a prize to be plundered and abused in intense, incredible sensation. I felt him jerkily removing his clothing, impatiently tugging at his necktie, throwing his coat and shirt hastily to the floor, unbuttoning his trousers and kicking them off unceremoniously. It was a heady feeling, knowing that he was so desperate for his body to be close to mine, skin to heated skin, no borders between us. My passion was reaching dizzy heights once more and I craved him on me, around me.

  I responded to his touch with sounds which, if his strangled groans were anything to go by, were driving him mad with desire. His hands seemed to be everywhere, burning a trail on my skin wherever he touched me, leaving me begging for more. He was squeezing, kneading, stroking with a heat and fervor that had me gasping and moaning.

  Working his way down my body, his lips were on me, laving and sucking on my collarbone, scattering my neck with moist, open-mouthed kisses, finding a sensitive spot below my ear that nearly undid me.

  “Take me,” I moaned. “Oh god, Gideon, take me.”

  The plea sent any restraint he still had fleeing the room. Positioning himself eagerly, spreading my legs apart with his own, he thrust into me in one hard, rough move
ment. I screamed – even after being penetrated by the instrument he had been using on me, his thick, hard cock inside me stretched me farther than I had ever been stretched before, mingling a little pain into my intense pleasure. The feeling of lust was too overwhelming for both of us though, and it was not long before I was urging him to begin moving, to bury himself even deeper inside me.

  There was nothing reserved about the rhythm he established, nor any reserve in my responses – he thrust wildly, powerfully and forcefully, over and over, pinning me to the mattress and pounding his cock into me with such force that black spots impeded my vision, the pleasure so intense that I barely knew if I was screaming or not – all I knew was that I never wanted it to stop, and Gideon didn’t seem in any hurry to contradict this wish. I began lifting my hips off the mattress, meeting his passionate thrusts so that he was slamming into me, my entire body damp with sweat and on fire with desire. The frantic rhythm had him grunting and gasping, but he didn’t stop, and for time which stretched on for an eternity, all either of us could do to satisfy our mutual craving was to thrust blindly, scrabbling for every scrap of pleasure we could, letting it fill our very beings.

  I came undone first, my eyes rolling back in my head and my muscles clamping down on him as I lost all control and simply let the waves of intense pleasure take me. He continued thrusting wildly as my orgasm coursed through me, becoming increasingly desperate and erratic until he finally succumbed entirely, shooting spurts of his seed inside me, once, twice, three times, filling me to the brim.

  He pulled out and rolled over onto his back, gasping and panting. I turned onto my side and surveyed him in awe – he was the perfect mess, his hair matted with sweat and in delicious disarray, falling in his eyes. His entire body was glistening with perspiration, his chest heaving, and his cock, already half hard once more, covered in my juices. He was the direct opposite of the cool, collected man who had first invited me into his office. I smiled widely, the cat who had won the cream. I’d done it! Of course if anyone could penetrate that rigid exterior, it was me. I always got what I wanted.

  “I think,” Gideon said wryly once his breathing returned to normal, “we’ve cured your hysteria pretty thoroughly.”

  “But no,” I assured him. “On the contrary, I’ve never had such a feeling in my life as this. So feverish, so mad with desire – I could barely breathe! I believe I will be needing regular treatment for my indisposition.”

  Gideon smiled at me – actually smiled – and shook his head helplessly.

  “What sort of doctor would I be to refuse a young woman who was so recently in such distress?” he asked. “If that is the case I believe the treatment must continue.”

  Two Men in Her Life

  by Ellie Soap

  Themes: threesome; MM/F

  Karen could never make up her mind about anything. Well that is what people told her anyway. She had never made a final decision about what she wanted from her life. She wanted it all, but the truth was that you just couldn’t have it all.

  Other people might have said that Karen had it all; a great job as a fashion sales rep, a great apartment and perhaps the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. Still Karen wanted more and to her, “more” meant Will, her boyfriend Rick’s best friend.

  The two of them had been like brothers for years and sometimes Karen was a little jealous of how much time they spent together. That is probably what caused her to seek out Will’s attentions in the first place, as kind of a little punishment for Rick but then when she really started hanging out with him and talking to him she started to see him as more than just Rick’s friend.

  He was not only gorgeous with silky black hair, deep green eyes and a body that was a testament to his job as a fireman but he was also intelligent, funny and exciting. He set Karen’s pulse racing like crazy and her pussy tingled from just looking at him.

  Of course that didn’t mean that she could forget about her boyfriend. Rick was just as gorgeous as his friend. One of the things that Karen always loved to do was run her fingers through his fluffy brown hair while she was kissing him; he was a truly great kisser. Those kisses of his made her knees weak even after they had been married for five years. His blue eyes would always look at her so sweetly as he held her in his arms and they made love. He was sensitive as well as strong, on top of that he was fireman just like Will. Now that Karen thought about it that was probably why they were so close; these guys not only had to work together but they lived together, ate together and had each other’s backs every day.

  The first time she slept with Will she wasn't even thinking about Rick and she had felt terrible afterwards. I mean she was betraying her boyfriend but for some reason she went back again. Will was different. He was not like Rick, he was exciting and Karen was the kind of women who needed excitement in her life.

  Thinking about this made her feel incredibly selfish. She didn't even think about how Will may be feeling. He would obviously be feeling guilty about betraying a man considered his brother but all Karen could think about was how this situation affected her. She lay awake at night wondering what it would do if he found out she had slept with his best friend. Who would Rick or Will be the most mad at her? Would he and Will get into a fight? She didn't want that. She didn't want to tear them apart but at the same time she didn't want to lose either of them. She wanted them both, she wanted it all.

  When she first told Rick, he was enraged, she thought he was going to hurl something at the wall but he contained himself, took a few deep breaths and walks out of the front door before slamming it shut. She immediately phoned Will to tell him that Rick may be on his way. However, later that night Rick stumbled into the house reeking of alcohol and telling her that he was willing to have Will come here so that she could have them both.

  At first Karen was stunned into silence and thought that she shouldn't take her boyfriend seriously because he was drunk. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders and made her look him in the eye. She could see then that while he had been drinking he wasn't completely out of his mind. He was doing this to make her happy and even though he was mad at both her and Will he loved them both.

  Karen's eyes filled with tears as she flung her arms around her boyfriend shoulders and said, "Thank you Rick thank you. I love you so much. I will never stop loving you."

  Funnily enough it was Rick and made the call to Will. Karen could only hear him faintly mumble and was relieved to hear that there was no arguing. Then Rick put the phone down and said, "He won't be long."

  The spent the next 10 minutes in silence and Karen was starting to get a bit edgy. Then she heard a soft knock on the front door and jumped to answer it. Will was standing there looking fairly shaken and also a little guilty, that made two of them.

  A part of Karen couldn't believe she was a agreeing to this but another part of her was jumping with excitement. These were the two most important men of her life. One was her boyfriend who she loved with all her heart, who had always made her feel safe and warm and most importantly so deeply loved. The other was her lover who made her feel excited and alive and most importantly beautiful. How on earth could she choose between these two men? The answer was she couldn't so this was the perfect solution, she would have them both and they were both so wonderful that they agreed to it just to make her happy.

  "S-so," Will said, "I suppose we'd better go up to the bedroom."

  "Right," said Rick.

  The three of them went up the stairs in silence, all that could be heard was heavy breathing and for a second Karen thought about reconsidering. I mean this was all to make her happy but what about their happiness? If they didn't want to do this for themselves then she didn't want them to do it at all. She turned around slightly to tell them that this wasn't right but out of the corner of her eye she saw that her boyfriend was hard through his trousers. She then turned her head in the other direction and saw that Will was in a similar state. It was then she realised that this may not be just for her after all.
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  When he reached the bedroom Will dimmed the lights and Rick put on some smooth music. The minute the music was turned on the atmosphere changed completely, Rick suddenly got a lustful look in his eyes and grabbed her and kissed her. She closed her eyes and melted into the sensation, she almost forgot about Will. That was until she fell a pair of chapped lips on her shoulder, she shivered at the feeling and tried to push forward and backwards at the same time so as she could get closer to both the men touching her.

  She felt a pair of hands on her hips and she wasn't sure who they belong to but she didn't really care. She then felt another pair of hands on her breasts, touching and squeezing them gently, then they began to pinch a harder and she moaned. The sound seemed to encourage both pairs of lips as they began to suckle harder.

  Then the hands that were on her hips grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and started to pull it over her head. The hands on her breasts didn't seem to want to let go but they stopped to allow the T-shirt to be pulled off. By this time she was pretty sure at the hands touching her breasts were Rick's and he swept them round to her back to undo her bra. When she felt her entire upper region bared to the air she started to shiver. When Rick felt that he pulled her close like he always did when they were making love.

  After she had calmed down she felt Will's hands travel from her hips to her belt. They began to come to the belt slowly and when they did her trousers fell to the floor.

  The second she heard that thump everything sped up. She didn't know how they did it but both pairs of arms wrapped around her and lifted her off the ground, away from the forgotten trousers and onto the bed. She felt someone took a hold of her underwear and ripped it off. From the sheer force she knew it was Will. She was now naked but she wasn't shivering any more. She unconsciously spread her legs inviting someone to settle themselves between them. Someone did, and when she opened her eyes she was surprised to find that it was Rick. He lowered his tongue to her bare pussy and flicked his tongue lightly along her clitoris. She let out a surprised gasp when she felt that but when Will's own mouth found her nipples, all sound was stolen from her.