Big Book of Smut

by Gia Blue

  Still behind her, the man reached between her legs and snaked his hand up, trying to undo her shorts from behind. She could feel his wrist pressing into her crotch, rubbing against her as he slowly undressed her in a needlessly complicated way. Finally he was done. Her shorts fell to the muddy ground.

  The man pushed Sarah forward, over the flat hood of his car, before returning his hand between her legs. He roughly pushed a finger into her, gliding it up, deep into her core. “Shoot you’re wet. Guess all that foreplay musta turned you on,” he said as his now lubricated finger easily slid in and out of her.

  “It’s just...” It’s what? she asked herself. What was she going to say? “It’s not you, it’s just another man’s cum. He fucked me this morning. It’s just my juices. You see, I’ve been masturbating ever since he left,” perhaps? No. “It’s just your cock, it’s so impressive. I’ve never had a real man before,” she lied. Mr. Wright is a real man, even if my husband isn’t.

  Sarah could tell he liked her answer. He whooped. He also withdrew his hand, and Sarah could feel the heat of his body behind her. This is it, she thought as his pelvis lined up against hers. His cock was pressing against her mound as he searched for her entrance. Soon he found it. She felt him sliding into her, and for the second time that day she eagerly accepted a man other than her husband into her pussy. How is it I went my entire life with only one man, but now I can’t even go a few hours? Sarah asked herself.

  “Shit,” he said with a groan. “You’re so tight. You’ve never been knocked up before, have you?” he asked. What a flatterer, she thought. Despite the man’s abrasiveness, Sarah was starting to get turned on. This man wasn’t as big as Mr. Wright, but after years of being stuck with Stephen, anything felt satisfying. His large balls were slapping against her clit as he thrust into her, making her tingle. She flexed her tied hands, wishing desperately that she could rub herself as he fucked her.

  “It’s all for you, baby. Fill my tight hole up with your huge dick!” she yelled. She could no longer tell if she was just humoring him or not. The ache between her legs intensified, and she desperately wished for more pressure on her clit. “Fuck me harder!” screamed Sarah.

  The man complied, picking up speed. His balls began to rub against her clit harder and Sarah’s legs felt weak. He wriggled his hand underneath her chest and began to play with her tits as he continued to dive into her.

  “Fuck!” Sarah yelped as pinched one of her nipples. “That hurt!” she protested weakly, even as she realized that it turned her on. The pain reminded her of Mr. Wright, and she felt the wetness between her legs growing.

  “Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you?” gasped the man. “Knew I was right to tie you up. You can always tell submissive folk when you see em,” he explained, his cock sliding in and out of her.

  Sarah growled at him and struggled with her bonds. The sight encouraged the man and he began to slam against her with renewed vigor, roughly squeezing her nipples with each new thrust. Soon Sarah was moaning each time he filled her now, thrusting back against him and begging. “Fuck me, God, fuck me!” she cried, cascading towards the edge.

  Sarah was inching closer to an orgasm with every passing second, quivering and whimpering, shouting and demanding. Her orgasms had always been weak, but ever since Mr. Wright had claimed her, they were much stronger. She could feel another intense orgasm approaching.

  . . . And then she could feel the man’s own orgasm as he spurted inside of her. “Aw, fuck yeah,” he grunted. “You’re a good lay,” he said as the last of his cum filled her and he pulled out.

  Sarah screamed in rage and frustration, wildly trying to free her hands. Her clit was on fire, she had to do something. She needed to come. “What are you doing!?” she yelled as the man took his hand back and pulled his pants back up. “Finish the job you asshole!” She was yelling as loud as she could now, not caring who heard her.

  “You sure do have a pretty hood ornament there, Larry,” called a new voice. Shit, Sarah thought. Perhaps she should have kept quiet after all. She turned her head and saw two new men walking towards her. They were large and muscular, shirtless and coated in a sheen of sweat. One of them was fondling his crotch as they approached.

  “Pretty and sweet,” said Larry as he slapped her ass. “Haven’t had a woman like that since the day I married Missy,” he said, pride in his voice. I fucked someone named Larry? Sarah asked herself, her elitism returning in full force.

  “Well, why you just standing there? Going to offer to share?” asked the man who had been stroking himself.

  “Have at it,” Larry said as he slapped Sarah’s ass. All three men were standing next to her now.

  “On the count of three,” the talkative new man said. “One... Two...” he began to count. Before Sarah could ask what was going to happen, he shouted “Three!”

  Suddenly both men grabbed Sarah by the legs and hoisted her up. They flipped her around and laid her onto the hood of the car. She was lying on her back, her arms pinned underneath her. Her head was hanging off the side of the car, her long hair streaming towards the ground beneath her.

  Being upside down was unsettling. Sarah closed her eyes. “Look,” said frantically. “I’m in a big hurry here, but if one of you guys could please just finish me off, that would be gr--” she said as her sentence was rudely interrupted by a penis sliding into her mouth. Great. That’s just great. I’m going to be here all fucking day, she thought.

  Her annoyance did not dampen her spirit, and she was soon sucking the cock enthusiastically. She felt the car lurching towards the other side, and she could sense the presence of another body by her legs. Sarah was startled as a she felt a tongue slide across her pussy lips. She opened her eyes in shock and let out a yelp.

  “Don’t mind him,” the man in her mouth instructed. “He’s always been a strange one,” he said as he slid his cock underneath her tongue. “You just keep worrying about me.”

  Sarah did her best to pleasure the man with her tongue, but was unable to ignore the tongue between her legs. It was sliding up and down her slit, teasing her further. Her annoyance forgotten, Sarah spread her legs wider and moaned. The man she was sucking seemed to like that, and slid in deeper into her throat.

  Overwhelmed by the sensation of simultaneously both giving and receiving oral sex, Sarah failed to notice when the third man began tying her up with yet more rope. It was not until he had secured her ankles that she realized her new situation. The two new pieces of rope were connected to the passenger side mirror and the front grille of the car. Sarah kicked at her bonds, trying to free herself. The knots were secure, however, and her struggling accomplished absolutely nothing.

  Sarah’s legs were now spread wide open, and she was not physically capable of closing them. Her pussy was lewdly hanging open from her new position, and the man between her legs needed no further invitation. His tongue darted inside her depths, obscenely licking up the mess that was buried inside her cunt. The stimulation was driving her wild, causing her to produce ever greater amounts of cream for her tormentor. Her hips were bucking with the little mobility she had left, pressing her wet hole into the man’s face. She was groaning furiously into the cock in her mouth, rapaciously panting for air whenever she was allowed to breathe.

  Soon she felt fingers invading her snatch and the man’s tongue slipping upwards. Sarah felt shocks of electricity run through her body and she began screaming in uncontrolled lust. The cock’s rapid thrusting in and out of her throat made her cries undulate perversely, but Sarah did not care. It was the first time in her life that anyone had ever licked her clit, and she was in heaven.

  Her entire world shrank to the tongue lapping at her, the fingers fucking her slick pussy. She felt like she was outside of her body, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into her as she floated. The orgasm that took her was the most powerful she had experienced in her life, causing her to thrash helplessly against her bonds and moan. She did not know how long it had been since sh
e last was able to breathe, and she did not care. All that mattered was the orgasm, an bottomless pit of pleasure that she was falling into endlessly. The world was glowing. Everywhere she looked, all she could see was a radiant light, white and blinding.

  * * *

  Sarah awoke to the now familiar taste of cum in her mouth. She took a moment to assess her surroundings. She was no longer tied to the car, lying instead on a beach lounge chair which had clearly seen better days. Her wrists were still bound, although they were now tied in front of her rather than behind her. Her blouse had been removed completely, leaving her naked. Her pussy was sore.

  “What’s going on here?” Sarah asked as she turned onto her side. As her inner thighs touched each other, Sarah realized that they were much more wet than they should have been. At least my ankles aren’t tied anymore, she reflected. “Hey! . . . Guys?”

  Her calls were finally answered as the three men came back to her. Larry, the first man of the three who had used her, began to speak.

  “Sorry about that. Daryl here got a bit carried away, and he feels terrible about making you pass out like that. Don’t you, Daryl?”

  The man who had been using her mouth nodded.

  Oh God, their names, Sarah thought. If her hands had been free she would have slapped her forehead with her palm. As it was, she settled for quietly hoping that she would never learn the third man’s name. This must be a bad joke. No one could possibly watch that much television, or have that little taste.

  “Why did you tie me up again?” she asked.

  “Well, you looked so uncomfortable lying on top of your own arms like that, we thought it would be nice,” explained Larry.

  “You could have just laid me on my side. Or my stomach,” she observed.

  “Well, that would’ve made it mighty hard to--” began Larry. He was sheepishly looking at her crotch as he spoke. I don’t even want to know, thought Sarah as she cut him off.

  “Look, I was very late before I passed out. You promised me a ride, could you please just help me get out of here? It’s very important that I don’t miss my first day at work,” she pleaded.

  “I can loan you the keys to the jalopy,” he said, indicating the beat-up wreck which the men had fucked her over. “We’ll keep your car here safe and sound, so you can pick it up when you get back. We’ll have ‘er out of the ditch by tonight, don’t you worry.” He bent down to untie her wrists, staring down at her generous breasts as he worked.

  While he was crouched down over her, he began to whisper conspiratorially. “Now, what happened between us stays between us, you hear?” he said, looking around suspiciously. “Don’t you go trying to steal me away from Missy. I’m a right proper pater familias, don’t you forget it,” he said, obviously trying to impress her with the archaic term.

  Better not to argue, Sarah thought. She tried her best to look disappointed. “I swear I’ll try to forget you,” she promised truthfully. “Just please give me those keys, I really need to get going.”

  * * *

  Shit shit shit, Sarah thought as she sped down the highway. Sped was really an overstatement, as the wreck that the men had loaned her could barely outrun a strong breeze. Sarah was very late. The car backfired again, making her jump. She was almost there. Almost with Mr. Wright, showing him what a good little office slut she could be.

  She looked forward to explaining her day with a mixture of dread and enthusiasm. Surely he’ll understand why I am so late when I tell him. He’ll see the dirt on my clothes and know what I had to go through just to get here at all. Sarah was off in a fantasy world, her new boss stroking her hair and forgiving her tardiness. She did not immediately notice when the police car turned on its lights behind her.

  Shit, she thought as she finally noticed her predicament. She pulled over and stopped the car, praying that she would be able to start it again later, as the cop approached her.

  “What seems to be the problem, officer?” she asked sweetly, hoping he would not notice the strong scents of cock and cum on her breath.

  The officer sniffed as he looked down at Sarah. She could not tell where his eyes were, due to the mirrored sunglasses that he wore. She could guess, though. She was still wearing the same thin blouse. She had once again put it on with only a few buttons.

  “License and registration, ma'am. This vehicle is not road safe,” he explained.

  Shit. Sarah fumbled through the glove compartment looking for the registration, but all that came out were several empty beer cans. “I...I’m afraid I don’t have a registration for you, officer. This is my friend’s car, and--”

  “Having any form of opened alcohol container in a moving car is illegal, ma'am. Please step out of the car.”

  Shit. Sarah got out of the car.

  “I’m going to have to frisk you now, ma'am. Please face the car and do not make any sudden movements.”

  Sarah complied. She felt the man’s hands patting down every part of her body, lingering on, and frequently returning to, her breasts and ass. It was taking far longer than she thought it had to.

  “You’re clean, but you are in a lot of trouble, ma'am,” the cop concluded.

  He stepped closer to Sarah, his body pressing against hers. She could feel something hard pushing against her ass. I don’t think that’s his gun, she thought to herself.

  “What can we do to reach an understanding, officer?” she asked as she pressed her ass back against the bulge.

  I’m going to be very late for work, thought Sarah as she turned, slipping her hand inside the cop’s pants.

  About the Author

  What are best things about eBooks?

  One, no one can see what you're reading.

  Two, you only need one hand to read them.

  The day that Eve Rivers realized this was the day that she kicked her old publisher to the curb and took on a new life writing only the filthiest of erotica. Short, sweet, and to the point, Eve no longer has to worry about corporate censors and she can not wait to entertain men and fellow bisexual women.

  Eve's stories are fairly extreme in tone, and usually center on themes of humiliation, control, dominance, submission, and questionable consent. They are still stroker stories at heart, however, and usually include trace elements of humor to break the tension.

  Remember to be careful: the worst thing about eBooks is that Kindles short out when they get wet.

  Sir & Master – Alexandra West

  "Yes, Ryan, I have the appointment. Yes, I'm writing it in my appointment book as we speak." Selene grabbed the complimentary hotel notepad and pen and jotted down the appointment for the next morning, promising herself that she would write it in her diary later. "Where? I'm in my hotel room. Yes, already. I'm calling it an early night... Don't sound like that. I know how to take a night off. Yes. You have a good night, too. See you tomorrow."

  Selene pressed the 'end call' button and sighed in relief. Perhaps she should buy Ryan some time at a therapist. Given his habit of wanting to check in with her every ten minutes, surely he needed some kind of psychological help. You'd think he’d realize that, having climbed so far up the corporate ladder, she would be capable of managing at least the majority of her appointments without his assistance.

  She tapped her fingertips on the table and then, with a quick glance at her nails, made another note to make an appointment at the nail salon. With another business conference in New York only a week away, it wouldn't do to let them go too much. She frowned at the notepad and scribbled an additional note to make an appointment for waxing as well.

  If there was anything she needed to keep up maintenance on, it was waxing. Sir didn't like her getting too wild - in mind or in body.

  A slow smile spread across her lips and she ran the tip of her tongue between them.

  True to his word, at 5 o'clock, her phone beeped to let her know a text message had arrived for her.

  Twenty minutes. -Sir

  She stood up and walked to the bathroom, leaving her
high heels, suit jacket and briefcase at the table. She only took a moment at the mirror to look at herself before she began to shed Selene the business owner.

  Carefully placing her pearl earrings and necklace on the bathroom sink, she then bent down to wash all the makeup off her face. Her skin felt refreshed and cool as she patted her face dry and once again looked in the mirror.

  She released her hair from the claw clip and bobby pins, the roots sore and protesting at having been so tightly and carefully held back all day. Running her fingers through it, the loosened black locks fell to frame her face and drift over her shoulders. She smiled. She loved her hair, free and flowing over her naked skin.

  Soon to be naked skin, she thought, unbuttoning her dark red silk shirt. Her fingers drifted, slowly working the buttons to reveal flashes of pink silk underneath.

  A corset. Her first. Definitely not her last.

  When she'd told Sir that she would be staying in one of the luxury hotels in Chicago for a conference, he'd told her to buy something nice so they could celebrate. Any other man, and she would have told him to shove it up his rear, but Sir… Somehow he managed to make a suggestion into a command without having to change a word.

  A shiver ran up her spine and she smiled. Selene Mackenzie being commanded by a man. No one would ever believe it.

  She pulled the rest of her shirt out of her skirt and then paused, her phone once again beeping. Cursing, she walked over to the table. If Ryan had to check in with her one more time…

  Change of plans. Five minutes. -Master

  Selene's eyes widened and her heart raced. 'Master'. He'd used 'Master'. Five minutes!

  She looked around the room, wondering what she could possible do in five minutes that would please Master.

  Sir and Master were one in the same man but for the mood he was in. Sir was a gentleman that she had gotten to know intimately. He relished anticipation and saw to her pleasure with as much intensity and concentration as his own. Sir preferred 'Sir' simply because he considered himself a gentleman in all ways, even in the bedroom. Sir had standards and he stuck to them, a hand to her backside letting her know when she'd gone too far.