Big Book of Smut

by Gia Blue

  Marcus broke the kiss and tugged again at her nipple. “Come now,” he said, smiling.

  Valerie glanced nervously around the neighboring condos and yards. While there were lights in homes and entrance ways, the cover of darkness seemed complete enough here to hide her shame.

  At least, as long as no one was explicitly looking this way.

  Valerie stepped out of the car with some reluctance. The made their way to the front door, or rather, Marcus led her by the nipple to his front door. “Hey,” she said, “When do I get my nipple back?”

  Marcus already had the house key in his free hand. “You’ll have my nipple back when I’m done with it,” he laughed. Valerie wondered if he was dyslexic. Her nipple was feeling sensitive, and he pulled it harder than before when leading her through the doorway.

  “Not long now, I promise,” he said, leading her through the condo to his bedroom.

  “But my nipple hurts now,” she wailed.

  “By the way, my roommate isn’t home. No need to advertise so loudly.”

  Valerie dropped her purse inside the bedroom just as Marcus released her nipple. Grateful, she whirled, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. “Don’t ever do that again!”

  “Let go?” He grabbed her nipple again. “Okay. If you insist.”

  “Hey!” She ran her hands down his back and untucked his polo shirt. She slid her hands under his waistband. “Cold hands!” she threatened, her palms, chilly from the outdoors, flat against his rear.

  “Now that isn’t fair,” Marcus said, releasing her nipple.

  Chapter 4: Ask Nicely

  Their hands were everywhere, unbuttoning, caressing, unhooking, kicking off bottoms, slipping out of tops, and they tumbled, naked, onto the bed. It was dark, so Valerie couldn’t see him, but her sense of touch told her his body was spectacular. She straddled him, and she kissed him, open-mouthed and hungry. She reached back to feel his cock. Freed now, it was even more impressive than she’d imagined.

  Valerie had had enough of foreplay, between class yesterday and the car on the way over. She was sex-starved and wetter than she’d ever felt in her life. She slid back, ready to slam down on his cock and take it inside her….

  Abruptly, Marcus pushed her off of him, chuckling, spinning her around. Now she was on her back on the king-size bed, Marcus looming over her. If that was the way he wanted it, she was perfectly fine with that. She was getting laid either way.

  Valerie opened her legs for him, and wrapped her arms around his back. He plastered little kisses on her breasts, and came back up, his cock rubbing her pussy enticingly.

  “Oh, come on,” Valerie exhorted.

  “Do you want my cock?” Marcus asked, pressing it against her pussy.

  “Yes,” Valerie nodded quickly.

  “Ask nicely,” Marcus said.

  What? She was as hot as she’d ever been, her mind lost in the feeling of sex, and the question confused her.

  “Just ask for what you want,” Marcus said. “Ask for my cock and you shall receive.”

  So he wanted to role play, or something. No problem! Anything to get that rock hard cock in her. “Please, give me your cock,” she begged.

  “Do you want it?”

  “I want it. I want your cock. Please!” Valerie could hardly believe what she was hearing, but it made sense. He was just covering his ass in case Valerie had regrets down the line. That had to be it.

  Plus, saying it? It felt right and proper.

  Chapter 5: And Ye Shall Receive...Or Shall Ye?

  Marcus thrust into her wet hole, and she wrapped her legs around him as he penetrated deeper. He was thick, and she felt him sliding his whole length as she’d never felt with Rob. She felt stretched, but pleasantly so; her lubrication made her vagina very accommodating at this moment.

  They fell into a rhythm, slowly at first. Marcus thrusting his cock in her, Valerie meeting him with her hips. She kissed his neck, and found that a spot below his ear made him shiver in delight. He growled then, and held her hands against the bed, tight in his own. He thrust harder, almost angrily, and Valerie rose to meet him, slamming her pelvis into his. She wanted him inside her as deeply as possible. Every time they met, Valerie felt the pressure push against her clit, heightening her arousal.

  Valerie tried to pull her hands away from Marcus’. He shook his head and pulled out of her abruptly, sliding down to the end of the bed. Valerie was about to complain when she felt his hands roughly pushing her thighs wider apart, and his head bent down between her legs.

  He raised his head momentarily. “Don’t move. If you do, I’ll stop,” he said.

  Valerie worried her nod would be construed as moving, but she nodded anyway. Marcus licked her labia, poking his tongue inside her. His hands kneaded her thighs. His tongue snaked up to her clit, licking around it at first. Valerie moaned, desperate for more.

  Marcus slid a finger inside her dripping hole, and at the same time flicked his tongue over her clit, over and over. He continued fucking her with his finger and teasing her clit with his tongue. Her buttocks clenched as her orgasm grew within her. “More…more…” was all she could find to say, as the explosive feeling built up and gathered.

  Valerie was going to come, not from her own hand, and she was going to come hard. She shook her head from side to side. Her mind noted a glowing red light in the darkness, and filed the knowledge away. Her left hand shot down to clutch the bedsheet; her right hand caressed Marcus’ hair, his head buried in her crotch.

  She was close, so close. Her moans grew more regular, and her pussy muscles contracted as she neared her orgasm. “Oh, Marcus,” she breathed, “I’m coming!”

  No, she wasn’t. Marcus lifted his head, got up off the bed and stood beside her. Valerie gasped, still flush with her arousal, and mutely pointed in the direction of her clit while she gazed at him imploringly. She was so close. She could come in about two seconds if he’d just get back to what he was doing.

  No worries. She could take care of it herself. It would still be a good one, better than she’d had in months. She snaked her hand down to her crotch.

  Marcus grabbed her arm and pulled it back, shaking his head. “What did I tell you? Before I began?”

  Valerie racked her brain. “The moving thing?” Was that what he was on about?

  Marcus nodded. “You lost your right to that orgasm. But you can still earn another one.”

  Her impending orgasm had receded significantly and her wits began to return to her. Spreading her legs in the car, being led around by her nipple, those were all fun and games — she could go along with them for his sake — but this was getting ridiculous.

  “I think I should be going,” she said, moving to get out of bed. “It’s been fun, but I don’t think I’m into this.”

  Marcus still held her arm. His tone softened. “Aw, please stay. Let me explain. Here.” He got into bed beside her. His hand went to her pussy and began lazily fingering her clit and her still-wet hole, alternating between them.

  “I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Valerie,” he said. Her arousal was returning, his hand’s ministrations between clit and hole keeping it at an even, if distracting, level.

  “But I just want some fun,” Valerie said. “A good time for a night. Maybe a few. You’re a great guy, Marcus, but—”

  Marcus shushed her by pressing a finger to her lips. It annoyed her, even through her arousal.

  Even though her pussy was screaming to have his tongue or his cock back.

  “Just let me talk for a bit, okay?” he asked kindly. “Now, see that little light over there in the corner?”

  Valerie nodded.

  “That’s my insurance policy. I’ve recorded everything.”

  Valerie gasped.

  “Wait!” Marcus continued fingering her. “I’d never use it against you. Well, I would, but only if you didn’t agree to my proposal. That’s sensible, right? Completely logical.”

  Valerie taught logic, though it w
as hard to apply those principles right at this moment. Against every logical bone in her body, her hips lifted to urge his finger to press harder. Marcus was waiting for her to respond. She nodded. “Logical,” she managed to say.

  “Here’s the thing. You’re a slut, Valerie. You’ve always been a slut, but you’ve been too busy dating milquetoast professors to realize it.”

  How did he know about Rob?

  “And with that body, that pussy, those tits, that gorgeous round ass, it would be a shame to let that go to waste wouldn’t it?”

  When Valerie didn’t respond, he very lightly grasped her clit between his thumb and forefinger. It didn’t hurt, but with the slightest movement she’d feel agony.

  “Wouldn’t it, Valerie?”

  Valerie nodded quickly. What was he getting at?

  “And we already know you’re submissive.”

  “No, I’m not!”

  “You exposed yourself in public at my order,” Marcus smirked.

  Drat. Valerie couldn’t deny that.

  “So here’s what I propose. I want a toy, you were made to be a toy. You’ll be my submissive slut, obey my orders, and serve me however I wish. In return, I keep that video safe and secure in my family’s vault.”

  He was still stimulating her, for gods’ sake! She was getting close to coming, too. He must be finger fucking me harder, she thought. This conversation can’t have anything to do with this!

  Marcus laughed. “This is turning you on, slut,” he said.

  Oh, she was even closer now.

  “You’ll get to keep your job, because no one will know. The video won’t be on Facebook, or sent to every person on campus, from the dean on down. You’ll get orgasms — when you earn them, and you’ll get to suck my cock as often as I like. It’s a win for everyone!” Marcus exulted.

  Valerie squirmed. Just a little more. She was so close.

  “What do you say, Valerie? Do you want to be my toy?”

  She bit her lip. She wanted to come…but his terms….

  Marcus’ tone became stern. “Remember, slut, my family is extremely well-connected. If you cross me, your life won’t be pleasant. That isn’t a threat. People in my family simply get what they want, and what I want is this cunt.”

  He was still fingering her, and in spite of everything she was still more turned on than she’d ever been in her life.

  Valerie nodded. She was prepared to agree to just about anything in that moment.

  “Say it.”

  Valerie worked hard to form the words. “I want…to be your toy.” He would let her come now. She was ready.

  “Good girl,” Marcus said, and suddenly her clit was alone. He’d pulled his hand away completely, just as she was about to come.

  Valerie sat up with an anguished cry. “What did you do that for?”

  “Remember our agreement, slut,” Marcus grinned. “Orgasms have to be earned.”

  What on earth did he have in mind?

  Marcus pointed to the carpet at his feet. “On your knees, slut.”

  Valerie knelt before him, saying, “You don’t have to be so demeaning, you know.”

  “Says the slut talking to my penis,” Marcus said dryly. “Get to work.”

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  The Accidental Stripper – Jasmine Dayne

  Hands shaking, Vanessa scribbled down the directions the man on the phone gave her. She cleared her throat twice before speaking when he asked if she had any questions.

  "No, uh… I got everything. Nine o'clock, right?"

  "Yes," he replied, sounding bored. "And don't be late or we'll give your spot away. There are a lot more wannabe singers in this town than stages to put them on."

  "Yes, of course. I'll be on time."

  "Fine. We'll see you in a few hours. Oh, and one more thing. Wear something sexy, so if you choke the audience has something nice to look at." He hung up.

  "Asshole," she said to herself. Shouldn't a guy giving amateur singers a chance be a little more supportive? Must be jaded, she figured with a shrug before turning to face the closet. She looked in the mirror and frowned. The nice, but shapeless black top and slacks she wore were designed to downplay her body, keep the attention on her face, her voice.

  The club owner's words echoed through her mind. She yanked her hair from its bun and fussed with it until the long blonde tresses framed her face and fell over her shoulders seductively. After applying another layer of dark red lipstick she nodded at her reflection. A little sexy, but nothing over the top. A good compromise.

  Now that she was ready to go, her nerves returned. It had been ten years since she'd sung in public, and the starring role in her school's musical when she was twelve was nothing compared to standing in front of a crowded club with only a piano accompanying her.

  She looked at the clock and sighed. Nothing left to do and she didn't need to leave for another hour. A wicked thought occurred to her. There was one thing that always calmed her, no matter what the situation.

  Vanessa sat down on the bed and reached into the bedside table. She grabbed the book she wanted and started flipping through the pages to find the place she'd left off. The short stories were all the perfect length for one good masturbation session. The cover said it was erotica, but she thought of it as word porn.

  Ten minutes later she'd read all about a sexy encounter between a horny student and her well-hung professor, and had her hand down the front of her pants.

  Vanessa's pussy was wet and open as her fingers played across her clit and dipped inside her slick channel. She fell backwards, letting the book slide to the floor as she cupped one full, firm breast in her hand, tweaking the nipple through her bra and shirt. The dulled sensation between layers of clothing was surprisingly erotic, as if it was someone else touching her.

  She pushed a finger deeper inside her pussy, moaning quietly. In her mind, the finger belonged to a faceless stranger. He fucked into her hard and fast as her juices soaked them both. He added a second digit and spread them, stretching her.

  The orgasm coursed through her entire body, making her skin flush and her toes curl. Vanessa closed her eyes and slid away on a cloud of bliss.

  When she managed to sit up again, she felt much better. Of course, she would have rather had a nice hard cock in her, but after six months of no sex she'd gotten used to taking care of herself exclusively.

  After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, she pulled the shirt off over her head and exchanged it for a tight white tank top that showed off her curves, and was see-through enough to display the dark lace of her bra. A little cleavage never hurt anyone. She grabbed her purse and headed out, ready to face the world, now calm with a sly little smile on her face.

  * * *

  Colin swirled the glass around, watching the dark liquid slosh against the sides as the ice tinkled. Sadly, it was a hundred percent more interesting than the conversation going on at the table.

  He'd been trying to think of any excuse to get out of going to dinner after drinks, but had nothing. He thought briefly about going to the bathroom and knocking his head against the wall until he passed out, but that was silly. They'd just take him to the hospital and he'd be trapped in bed with a splitting headache while the world's most boring couple continued their inane chatter.

  He drained the glass and motioned for the bartender to being over a refill. Mrs. dull as mud was telling a story about waiting in a security line at an airport. Nothing interesting happened; she just had to stand there for a long time. Life-changing, for sure.

  Mr. too boring to bear was nodding and grinning like he was listeni
ng to a stand-up comedienne and Colin was trying not to scream. Since they were business associates he couldn't get too drunk, but the evening would be excruciating sober. Something had to give.

  When he was close to resigning himself to being bored to death, Colin heard the pair discussing the color of lint in their clothes dryer. He jumped up from the table and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. Desperation made him blurt out the first thing that came to mind.

  "I've just remembered I forgot something at the office."

  The tiresome couple gaped at him. Eventually she spoke. "Oh, but we were having such a lovely evening."

  "Yes," he agreed through gritted teeth. "I'm very sorry. Maybe I can meet up with you later tonight."

  "Oh, of course. Unless we turn in early. So much excitement today."

  "Right. Well, see you soon, hopefully." He dropped a wad of bills on the table and strode from the bar before they could suck him back in.

  Outside he was unsure where to go next. Another drink or twelve would be necessary to recover, but the last thing he wanted to do was talk to anyone. What he really wanted was a night of acrobatic, passionate sex, but that would be difficult to arrange without a conversation first. Remembering a strip club he'd visited once in the neighborhood, he thought an hour in the dark with some naked women would do nicely.

  * * *

  Vanessa squinted in the dim light at the scrap of paper in her hand. She turned left and walked halfway down the block and left again into an alley. Not exactly glamorous, but there were plenty of people around so she wasn't too worried.

  In the alley there were two visible doors. The one closest to her on the left was well-lit and looked freshly painted. A sign next to it read, "Performers Entrance." On the other side, a bit farther down a doorway stood in the shadows of the light flickering above it. She figured that was probably some seedy bar and hurried to the closer door without looking at her directions.