FILTHY: A Steamy Romance Collection

by Brent, Amy

  “Jesus… fuck…” he moaned as his cock sprang free and I took it in my hand. I cupped his balls with my other hand and slowly starting tugging on him, rolling the skin over the rigid shaft.

  The head of his cock was thick and round. I swirled it against my tummy. It left a little trail of juices on my skin.

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he said, his lips at my ear, his teeth nibbling my earlobe, his hands massaging my tits.

  “Yes,” I sighed, feeling the hot flow of my cunt. I brought the head of his cock to my clit and swirled it around. “I want you to fuck me, Logan. I want you to fuck me hard.”

  “You want me to slam my big cock into your sweet pussy,” he said.

  “Yes…”

  “You want me to fuck you till you scream…”

  “Yes… please…fuck me…”

  He grabbed my ass again and pulled me into him. I got on my tiptoes and spread my thighs. His long cock slid across my pussy, making me jump at the tingle. I lowered myself onto his cock, straddling the long shaft like the bar of a bicycle.

  “Fuck, your pussy is so hot,” he said, his lips on mine, breathing into my mouth. He put his hands on my waist and rocked his hips, sliding his cock in and out from between my clenched thighs. I shuddered as the head of his cock rolled under my clit, then slid all the way to my asshole. My pussy lips cling to his shaft. My hole gushed hot juices over him, soaking his cock and balls and the insides of my thighs. My scent filled the air.

  I reached around and dug my fingernails into his ass. He moaned at the pain.

  “God… Logan... you’re going to make me cum…”

  I moaned the words into his ear as my pussy slid over his shaft. I could feel the orgasm building from deep inside me, like the spark of a fire about to become an inferno. When his shaft slid over my clit again, I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed onto his shoulders and lurched my hips into him. I gushed hot juice over him. It dripped from my pussy like an overflowing gutter during a hard rain. He grabbed my ass and pulled me hard into him again as I came.

  “Yes, baby,” he said. “Cum on my hard cock. Show me how much you love having my cock between your legs.”

  I clung to him until the orgasm passed. I put my lips to his chest and struggled to catch my breath.

  “I want to fuck you now,” he said, squeezing my ass so hard I moaned. “I want to jackhammer my cock into your tight, sweet box.”

  “Then shut up and do it,” I said, gazing up at him with a dreamy smile. “Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me now…”

  Logan

  I scooped Courtney up into my arms and carried her into my bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nibbled at my jaw as I pushed open the door with my knee. The place was a mess, of course. The bed was unmade, the sheets hadn’t been changed in… ever, clothes were strewn about the floor, crap was everywhere. All I did was sleep and fuck there, so I never saw the need to clean the place up. I’d never really considered the place home anyway.

  I set Courtney on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her lips. She stuck out her tongue for me to suck. Her hand immediately went to my stiff cock, still slick from her juices. She slid her hand back and forth quickly, as if she was trying to make me cum. She pressed her lips to the tip of my cock and moaned.

  I put my hands on her cheeks and closed my eyes to focus on not cumming so soon. What she was doing with her hands and lips felt amazing, but I wanted to come inside her sweet pussy.

  “I want my cock inside of you,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders to push her back. I put my hands on her ankles and lifted her legs up, resting her calves against my chest. She playfully rubbed her feet to my cheeks.

  “Squeeze your tits,” I said as I reached down to guide my cock head into her hole. She was hot and wet. I swirled the head around, lubing in up, then pushed it to her opening and put my hands on her knees.

  “Fuck me…” she said, her hands kneaded her tits, leaving red marks on the milky white globes. She took her long nipples between her fingers and tugged on them, pulling them from her breasts, turning them deep crimson.

  I rocked my hips toward her and slid my cock deep into her pussy. She moaned as the breath gusted from her lungs. It was the most amazing feeling, the tightness of her pussy around my girthy cock. It was as if her pussy was gripping my shaft, like tiny fingers, squeezing and milking me.

  I held on to her legs and rocked my hips in and out, shoving my cock into her hot, wet box as far as it would go. When I felt the tip of my cock hit her cervix, I pulled out until the head appeared at her lips, then slid in again.

  “Fuck…” I moaned. “God... Courtney… your pussy… is so... fucking… tight.”

  “Tight… young… pussy…” she moaned. “God… I love… your… big cock inside me…”

  I could feel the orgasm gathering in my balls with every stroke, building the pressure, like a volcano preparing to blow. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on making her cum first.

  I slammed my cock into her. The smell of our sex filled the room. The sound of our flesh slapping together mixed with the gusts of our heavy breathing. I was cumming. There was no holding back. I no longer wanted to.

  “Fuck… I’m… fuck... cumming,” I moaned. I opened my eyes and gazed down at her. She was biting her bottom lip, smiling at me, panting like a dog with her tongue out.

  “Cum with me…” I said. “Cum with me… now…”

  “Yessss….” She hissed, bucking her ass against me as her orgasm hit. She opened her mouth and sucked in a few quick breaths, then squeezed her eyes shut and tensed her body.

  I thrust into her and she bucked against me. I filled her pussy with my hot milky cum as she gushed waves of hot juices over me, washing my cock and balls and dripping to the bed below.

  I pushed my cock as far into her cunt as far as it would go and tightened every muscle in my body until I had no more to give. I blew out a long breath, my body collapsing like a deflating balloon. I opened my eyes to find her smiling up at me. She held out her arms, beckoning me to lie down with her.

  And I did, knowing it was just the start of what might become the greatest night of my life.

  Courtney

  “So, you wanted to be a writer, but instead you became an accounting professor.” I picked up the steaming hot cup of coffee Logan had made for me and gave him a playful frown. “Exactly how did that happen?”

  Logan was sitting on the other side of his little kitchen table with his shirt off. He was nibbling at a strawberry Pop-Tart as he waited for his coffee to cool. His muscled shoulders and chest rippled when he shrugged.

  “I quickly learned that most writers starve,” he said with a smile. “I liked to eat, so I became an academic. My plan was to write the great American novel in my spare time.”

  “Are you still working on the novel?” I asked, letting my eyes go around his handsome face. His eyes were a little red. His hair was mussed like a little kid who had just crawled out of bed. The thick stubble shadowed his cheeks and chin.

  “No, I don’t remember the last time I wrote anything other than the occasional bad check,” he said, sadly. He picked up his cup and blew a cooling breath over the steaming coffee. He arched his eyebrows at me. “What about you? What’s your plan after graduation?”

  I was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers to keep myself from leaking on the chair. My pussy was raw and wet from our night of unbridled fun. It needed a good airing out. I brought up my legs and wrapped my arms around them, then set my chin on my knees.

  “Well, my plan is to move to Chicago and work with my step-dad at his accounting firm. I’ll work on my MBA at night and eventually, hopefully, make partner before I’m thirty.” I frowned at my own words. “Wow, I had no idea how incredibly boring that sounded until I said the words out loud.”

  He gave me a cautious smile. “Don’t you want to be an accountant?”

  I blinked at him without answering. If he had asked me tha
t question yesterday I would have immediately said yes, I want to be an accountant. This morning, sitting across from him after a long night of making love, I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore. What the fuck…

  I gave him a shrug. “Sure, I mean, math is easy for me, so…”

  “Is that why you chose accounting? Because math was easy?” He took a noisy slurp of coffee and arched his eyebrows. “That’s surprising.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because you impress me as a girl that never does anything because it’s easy.”

  My eyes drifted away from his. I stared into the coffee cup on the table between my hands. “I’m not really sure why I chose accounting,” I said slowly. “I mean, I’m good at math and my step-dad is an accountant, but is that what I want to do with my life…” I glanced up at him. “Now, I don’t know.”

  He gave me a reassuring smile. “Well, you’re young. You have your whole life ahead of you.”

  “What about you?” I asked, turning the tables on him. “Is this how you plan to spend the rest of your life? Teaching accounting, screwing female professors, getting drunk with Professor Brooks.”

  His forehead furrowed for a moment and I thought I might have pissed him off. Then his lips curled into a smile and he shook his head. “Gee, you make it sound awful.”

  I studied his face. “Is it? Awful?”

  He took a deep breath and lifted his chin, letting his eyes go around the wall above my head. He was thinking about the question. Maybe he was coming to the same realization that I had; that a life lived by routine can be boring as fuck.

  Before he could answer, we heard the front door open. We glanced at each other for a moment, then he got to his feet to see who was coming in.

  “Well, well, well, what is going on here?” Professor Denning said, standing in the kitchen door with her arms crossed over her chest. She gave me a hateful glance, then glared at Logan with an intense look of anger on her face. She lowered her eyes to Logan’s cock and clicked her tongue. “Fucking your students now, Logan?”

  Logan looked down, realizing at that moment that he was standing before her naked with his long cock dangling between his legs.

  “How did you get in?” he asked.

  “I borrowed your extra key,” she said, holding up the key between two fingers. “I had a copy made, in case of emergencies.”

  “You had no right to do that,” Logan said, making no move to cover himself. He held out his hand. “Give me the key.”

  “We’ll discuss that,” she said, glancing at me again. “After your little slutty friend leaves.”

  “Don’t call her that,” Logan said. His face was turning red. His voice had a twinge of anger that I’d never heard before. His open hand had closed into a fist.

  “I’d better go,” I said, easing up from the table and sliding past her to get to the bedroom, leaving Logan alone to face her wrath.

  I could hear her yelling as I gathered up my clothes and slipped quietly out the front door.

  I felt awful, leaving him that way, but I knew this was a battle he would have to face alone because my presence would only make things worse.

  I hurried to my car and drove away.

  I had to find Mindy as quickly as possible.

  I desperately needed a session with my shrink.

  Logan

  I felt like a little bit like a kid who’d been sent to the principal’s office, sitting with my knees pressed together and my hands folded in my lap, waiting for Dean Martha Warner to determine my fate.

  It was incredibly awkward, and more than a little ironic, that the fate of my academic career at Golden State rested in the hands of a woman who had sucked my cock in a Ruby Tuesday’s restroom, fucked me in the back of her Volvo in the parking, and commanded me to come home with her so I could, “bang the shit out of her pussy with my monster cock”.

  But apparently, that was the case, thanks to Sheila Denning and her decision to report my fraternization with a student to the dean.

  I warned Sheila that everyone’s dirty laundry would come out if she reported me, but that didn’t seem to be of much concern to her. She was more determined to have me kicked out of Golden State for cheating on her (what???) than to protect her own rocky marriage.

  “Just wait until Chuckie hears what you did to me,” she growled, standing in my kitchen with her hands twisted into claws. “He’s gonna kick your fucking ass, Logan. He’s gonna beat the living shit out of you and I’m gonna be cheering him on!”

  Jesus, what a fuck nut. Pity she was so good in bed.

  She made good on her threat to report me to the dean that day, though she didn’t know she was turning me into a woman I had been fucking for months.

  So far, her fat fuck of a husband hadn’t shown up at my door or in my classroom, so obviously, he didn’t care nearly as much about me fucking his wife as she thought he would.

  I was pretty sure Chuck had his own side thing going. Most of the coaches did. He would have probably thanked me for keeping Sheila out of his hair. If he had hair.

  I was glad to hear that Courtney wasn’t too shaken up by Sheila barging in on us, because I wanted to see Courtney again. Our night together had been amazing, and I didn’t want it to be our last.

  There were just two weeks left in the semester. After that, Courtney would graduate and we would be able to see each other without restrictions, if that’s what she wanted.

  I couldn’t help but wonder if now that she had fucked me, would she forget me and move on. It was certainly a possibility. One of the reasons I don’t chase after younger girls is that most of them love to play schoolgirl games. Older women, women my age, are tired of playing games. They’ve been there, done that, got the divorce. Older women were also more appreciative and willing to please, whereas girl’s Courtney’s age could be childish, pouty, and demanding.

  I didn’t get that impression of Courtney from our one night together, but I knew that first impressions don’t mean shit when it comes to women.

  Martha laced her fingers together on the desk and blew out a heavy sigh. She made a scolding face. “Really, Logan. Did you have to sleep with Sheila Denning, too? Of all people?”

  I frowned at her. “Shouldn’t you be asking about the student I slept with?”

  She rolled her eyes and waved a hand at me. “For Christ sake, Logan, if I had to fire every professor that was banging a student, this college would be a ghost town.” She leaned over the desk and lowered her husky voice. “I would have been fired years ago.”

  I really liked Martha. She made me smile. I said, “So, why am I here then if it’s no big deal?”

  Her big breasts bounced as she exhaled. “Because Sheila has gone over my head to press the point with the ethics committee,” she said. “And I have no control over them.”

  I leaned forward and put my elbows on her desk. I held out my fingers like I was about to start counting. “So even though I was fucking Sheila Denning – and you…”

  She held up her fingers, counting for me. “And Beverly Moss and Elaine Strickland and Paula Pounders and Eva Mendez and Joan Osborne... and…” She frowned at me. “Am I forgetting anyone?”

  I felt a smile come to my lips. “How did you know?”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Logan, this is a big school in a very small town,” she said with a dismissive wave. “We all knew that you were having sex with us, well, all of us besides Sheila, who we knew was a crazy, jealous bitch so we never said anything. We all used to sit in the faculty lounge comparing notes about you.”

  I fell back in the chair, amusingly stunned. “Well, son of a bitch... I’ve never felt so… used.”

  She chuckled and slapped her hands on the desk. “Ah. Logan, you’re as funny as you are sexy. Anyway, if it was up to me I’d tell you to go back to work and keep your cock out of Courtney Shaw until she graduates. Then, you can fuck to your heart’s content.”

  “But it’s not up to you.”

  She blew out
a long sigh. “Sadly, no. It’s up to the ethics committee, which is comprised of two female professors that you probably haven’t had sex with because they’re ancient, and two male professors, all tenured with the ability to terminate your employment at will. Or to let you remain on staff without tenure.”

  “Well, crap,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “Who are the men?”

  She stuck a pair of reading glasses on her nose and stared at her computer screen. “For this term… it’s Professors Hughes and Brooks.”

  I clenched my jaw to keep the smile at bay. “Tom Brooks?”

  “Yes,” she said, taking off the glasses. “Do you know him?”

  “Vaguely,” I said. “We’ve chatted once or twice, at faculty functions.”

  “Well, then that’s it. The ethics committee will meet later today and make their recommendation to me, which I am bound to carry out.” She cocked her head and gave me a warm smile. “I hope things go your way, Logan. This campus would not be the same without you.”

  Courtney

  Shit.

  I was just finishing a salad in the cafeteria when my cellphone buzzed and my mom’s happy image appeared on the screen. She was calling to talk about graduation and my move home to Chicago.

  She and my stepdad, Earl, were planning on flying out to see me cross the stage and pack up my stuff to ship back to Chicago. Only now, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to move back home. Or go to work as an accountant. As of this moment, with Logan’s job up in the air and no idea what our future might hold – if anything -- I didn’t know what I wanted to do.

  I picked up the phone, took a minute to take a deep breath and muster a fake smile, then swiped to answer the video call.