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

by Lynn, KT

  “You want pussy? You’re gonna get pussy,” I growled. She just looked at me in fear.

  I screamed at her. “Answer me, bitch!”

  Helen closed her eyes and swallowed hard then opened her eyes and looked into mine. I could see the moistness of her tears wanting to escape down her cheeks. I felt sinfully powerful like there was nothing I couldn’t do and she was helpless to stop me.

  But still, I needed to hear it from her. I needed to hear her say she wanted me. If she did then she was going to get what she deserved. If she didn’t then that was that. I may be a demon but I’m not a monster. There is nothing that would make me violate her in such a heinous way, not even my bitter anger.

  After an eternity, Helen answered.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes Jasmine, I want your pussy.”

  I was stunned and just looked at her for a moment and for that moment I felt pity on her. She was weak. How could a person like Helen be so driven by a taboo that they would submit to their need? I let my hand trail from her neck down between her shivering breasts.

  I stared at her hard nipples with a growing lust and reminded myself that this was about revenge, not about satisfying my growing desire for her. There would be other fantasies with her, I was sure. But this was mine now; I was in control and I was intent to reminding her of that.

  I stood and dropped my skirt then slid off my panties. I crawled on top of her and went to kiss her. Helen whipped her head side to side, as she evaded my lips. I grabbed her chin and her hard and angrily. I sucked on her tongue like a cock, sucking and swirling my tongue around it.

  She moaned into my kiss and I could taste her fear over her desire. It was sweet, like honey, and drove me insane. It was intoxicating, almost as much as the surge I felt when I received her essence and added another day to my existence.

  I started to slide my body up and down hers, massaging her tits with mine and rubbing my juicy snatch into her hips. It felt good, feeling my clit rubbing against her smooth, silky skin. I started to suck on her neck hastily, leaving dark rings on her skin. Each wanton moan that escaped her spurred me to keep sucking.

  I split her legs with my thigh and started rubbing my pussy against her leg, putting pressure against her steaming cunt with my thigh. I humped her leg faster and harder until I was in a frenzy. Helen bucked her hips against mine and moaned feverishly.

  “You like this bitch?” I growled as I pressed harder against her slimy pussy.

  Helen nodded. I watched the fear in her eyes mix with her growing lust for me. My pussy juice created a slick glide on her leg. I fucked her thigh furiously as I felt the waves of angry lust start to ravage my body. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

  I slid up on her and straddled her face. I shoved my pussy down across her mouth and started to fuck her face. I ground my hips forward and back, rubbing my spasming cunt and hard clit into her, smothering her, making her beg for air.

  I bit my lower lip and tasted blood the moment I felt her slimy, softly stiff tongue pierce my dripping cunt. She ate me like her life depended on it. She worked her tongue expertly. Obviously she had been with other women. I rode her tongue like a raging cock, feeling it slide in and out of my burning hole with each thrust of my hips.

  Harder and harder I pressed against her. I spread my sweet juices all over her cheeks as I fucked her face roughly. I started to moan loudly as my orgasm rushed toward me. I physically hurt from the blinding pleasure that threatened to rip me apart from the inside out. Then I came.

  I howled in pleasure as my pussy burst with lust and revenge. I ground my shivering cunt into her face with enough force to shove her head through the concrete floor. I felt infinitely powerful as shards of euphoria stabbed through my precious flesh.

  When I was done, I stood over her and laughed. The apartment fell away and Modesta and I were standing at the foot of Helen’s bed. Her husband was sleeping soundly. Helen had kicked her sheets off. I smiled wickedly when I saw she still had two fingers buried in her slit.

  “You didn’t say I couldn’t have my fun after their fantasy,” I smirked.

  “No,” Modesta replied with a wry smile. “No I didn’t.”

  Paranormal Penance: Free Time

  by Alora Matisse

  Themes: paranormal; rough sex

  Modesta and I were standing in a void. It was just pitch black with nothing around us, hence why it’s called a void. I don’t exactly know how long we’d been there but it had been a while. Throughout the entire time, my trainer said nothing and I was getting a little bored.

  “So what is this place?” I asked finally.

  “Free time,” she said.

  “What’s that?”

  “It’s where we go to wait for our next fantasy,” Modesta answered.

  Wait? So far I had had one fantasy after another with nothing in between. As soon as I was done with one, I was on to the next. Two weeks now and not one minute in this place.

  “So what do we do?” I was really curious.

  “Whatever you want,” Modesta said. “There really isn’t much to do but wait here. If you’re that bored, you can always go into someone’s dream.”

  I shook my head in confusion. I thought I’d learned all there was to know about whatever you call the world I was in now. Of course I was too busy having sex to really think about anything else. In the two weeks since I’d been here I’ve been with dozens of men, even two or three at once, and Helen. I was curious as to why I hadn’t visited another woman again.

  I was still having mixed feelings about Helen. Initially it was about revenge but then something else sparked inside of me. I’d heard that most women at some point in their life have a fantasy about being with another woman. I never did, but I was moved by Helen’s touch and often wondered what it would have been like if I had let her willingly please me.

  “Like a freebie?” I asked. That wasn’t exactly how I meant to ask, but I couldn’t get the right words out.

  “Yeah,” she said. “It’s actually quite fun because there’s no pressure to fulfill a fantasy. That’s when you really get to experience the pleasure of the power you hold over mortals.”

  “Really ,eh?” I got to thinking.

  There was someone I wanted to go visit, for some very personal reasons. I thought of Morgan and almost immediately I was standing in her bedroom. She hadn’t been sleeping very long because I could still smell the sweet cinnamon fragrance from the candle on her dresser. I gazed at her smooth, round face and her full, pouting lips that were slightly curled into a peaceful smile.

  Aside from Helen, Morgan was probably the only other woman I had completely despised in my life. She was a few years older than me and lived next door. I guess I could blame her for my penance. She’s the reason I started on my long, blissful road to fucking every guy I met.

  I had caught her in bed with my boyfriend a few years ago. I was naïve and in love with Rocky and imagined the two of us getting married someday. I couldn’t blame Rocky, though I should have. Morgan was nearly a carbon copy of me. Big hips, long hair, and big breasts on which she always wore something low cut to display her ample cleavage.

  I stood there and watched her sleeping on her side. I swished my tail erratically behind me as I pondered the sweet dream I would illicit in her. At first I imagined something dark and painful. Maybe I could chain her up and whip her until her back and ass were glowing red. The thought made my pussy clench.

  Morgan rolled onto her back, exposing one of her beautifully large breasts to me. My leathery wings fluttered and I began to squeeze my breast through my leather bustier. I imagined I was touching her, feeling the smoothness of her skin and the weight of her tit. Delicious desire started to heat my aching cunt and all of my dark thoughts gave way to something tender.

  Then I got a rather sinful thought. Modesta had said I could turn myself into anything I wanted. What if I came to Morgan in her dream as Rocky? It was different but exciting at the same time. I’d been
with enough men to know what to do. Soon the room fell away and I put us into my fantasy.

  Morgan was on her bed, naked, standing on her knees and running her fingers through her hair. I watched through the view screen of the camcorder as she blew a kiss to me. I zoomed in on her face then panned the camera slowly down her body.

  I stopped on her big breasts. Her large nipples were hard and Morgan circled her fingertips over them. I couldn’t wait to lick and suck on them. I panned down further to her bare pussy. Morgan looked delicious.

  “Like what you see?” she said and playfully covered her shaven snatch with her hand.

  “You know it baby,” I said.

  I was definitely getting hot. I slid my hand beneath the waist of my sweatpants. I wrapped my fingers around my rock hard cock and cooed. It felt scrumptious feeling the large shaft where my clit should be. It was surreal.

  Morgan fell onto her back and spread her legs. She rubbed her hand over her beautiful pussy then opened her lips up to me. Her fleshy pink made my cock throb and I quickly shed my pants and stroked my dick slowly. With each stroke, I rubbed my thumb over the head of my cock. My body was already bursting at the seams with lust. I couldn’t wait to see what it felt like to bury my long shaft inside of her.

  I stood at the edge of her bed and watched through the camcorder as she played with her pillowy tits. Her supple flesh rolled and jiggled as she massaged her round globes and rolled her nipples between her slender fingers. I reluctantly released my cock and ran my fingers along the inside of her creamy thigh and Morgan moaned softly.

  She closed her eyes and arched her back as she dug her fingers into her fleshy breasts. My fingers found her smooth pussy. The camera trailed off a little as I looked down at her bare cunt. It looked succulent and I couldn’t wait to dive in and eat her frantically. I let my fingers pierce her slit. It was like dipping my fingers in a glass of water. She was so fucking wet.

  I spread her juicy lips. Her clit was hard and poked out from its delicate hood, begging for my touch. I ran it between my fingers, slowly massaging its sides gently. Morgan gasped and wrapped her fingers around my cock absently. I inhaled sharply at the sudden touch of her soft hand on my pipe-hard dick. The sensation was so intense that I thought I was going to blow a hole in the wall with my wad.

  “Ooooo,” Morgan groaned as she started to slowly stroke my shaft. “I just love your big cock.”

  I loved it too. It felt heavenly. I could imagine what it would be like when I started to pound the hell out of her pristine pussy. I slipped a finger into her burning pussy and slowly pumped it in and out. Morgan’s hips started to gently move to my rhythm while she stroked me harder.

  With the camcorder clearly forgotten, I closed my eyes to enjoy the very surreal experience. The pleasure was different. There is usually more of a raw electricity when someone would run my clit. My sensitive little nub doesn’t have the size to really get to feel a person’s touch on it outside of the shock of pleasure.

  Morgan’s touch filled my body with a new kind of pleasure. It wasn’t necessarily a sharp, stabbing ecstasy, it was more of a constant tingle and every dance of her fingers along my throbbing shaft filled me more and more with intense desire. I wasn’t sure if it was the sensation of being with Morgan as a man or just being with her that made me lust to have her. I was surely going to revisit her during my free time and see how it would be as a woman.

  I shuddered gently as the warmth from her touch crept up my spine. I slid a second finger into her burning quim and started to finger fuck her faster. Morgan was stifling her moans, letting nothing more than precious whimpers escape her lips as her hips undulated against my palm. She stroked my throbbing shaft slowly. I thought I was going to cum.

  Suddenly I felt something moist brush against the bulbous head of my shaft. I opened my eyes to slits and looked down. Morgan ran her wet tongue around the rim of my cockhead. I groaned in deep pleasure, feeling a woman’s tongue on my dick for the first time. I could feel a tightness knotting up inside of me. It wouldn’t be long now.

  I dug my toes into Morgan’s thick carpet, feeling the long, rough strands sliding between my toes. I was lost in an abyss of pure, white pleasure as she took the head of my cock into her mouth and gently sucked on it. I felt alive, more alive than I had felt in any of the other fantasies I’d endured. Not that I was going to appear as a man to every woman who’s dreams I invaded, but I wasn’t regretting the experiment one bit.

  Her mouth was hot and moist and she swirled her tongue around the head of my pulsing dick expertly. I clenched my eyes tighter as I dropped the camcorder wherever and pulled my fingers from her fiery cunt. I held onto her head, tangling my fingers in her thick, silky hair and urging her on. She slurped on my thick rod and moved her mouth along my shaft, taking it in, inch by inch, further with each succulent motion.

  What would happen if I came too soon? I was already standing at the edge of my climax. I didn’t want to blow my wad before I had the experience of fucking her with my conjured cock. But this was a dream and I was in control of it; I could do whatever I want.

  “Harder baby!” I groaned as I moved my hips and started sliding my shaft into her mouth deeper. “Suck my juicy cock harder.”

  I tightened my fingers in her hair and Morgan moaned into my dick. Her cheeks puffed out then sucked in deeply, swallowing my raging hard-on like a vacuum. I was almost there. I could see the blinding light of my ensuing orgasm growing, consuming the room around me and filling me with the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.

  My hips bucked harder, fucking her sinfully delicious mouth with my cock. I could feel her cheeks against my pelvis with each thrust as I shoved my throbbing meat completely into her mouth and down her throat. Each time I did, she swallowed and squeezed my groaning glans, willing me to explode in her. My muscular chest heaved with heavy breaths and my body tightened as I began my leap from the edge.

  My entire world erupted in a venue of brilliant color and overwhelming rapture. My cock pulsed with each thick stream of jizz that exploded from my swollen head. I pulled my cock from her used mouth and jerked it wildly, prolonging my powerful orgasm and pumping my thick, milky cum all over her face and tits.

  I must have shot a gallon of cum on her. I could have unloaded a gallon more, stoking the inferno that ravaged me higher and higher with each powerful spurt. When I was finally finished, I looked down at Morgan. Her supple skin shone with my milky fluids. She was completely covered as if she had bathed in my cum. Stringy tendrils of my jizz dripped from her lips. She looked so fucking hot.

  She smiled at me and went to wipe my cum off of her mouth. I grabbed her wrist to stop her and pushed her onto her back. I crawled onto her and kissed her deeply. It was extremely erotic kissing her and tasting my own cum as our tongues swirled deeply in each other’s mouths.

  When I was alive, I kissed another woman after a man had just unloaded his wad in my mouth. That was hot, but this was even hotter. I didn’t know what she thought of me, seeing me as a man, kissing her and moaning at the taste of my own seed. I didn’t care. She didn’t seem to have a problem with it. In fact, I think it turned her on even more.

  We moaned into our passionate kissing, passing my cum back and forth between our mouths. Her soft, large, cum-covered breasts pressed into my chiseled chest, smearing my juice all over us. It was slimy and slick and we writhed wildly I a tangle of arms and legs and passion. Of course my massive cock was still hard and begged to be encased in her tight, dripping pussy.

  I reached down and guided my throbbing head between her silky, flaring pussy lips. She was dripping wet and I could feel the heat of her lust licking the tip of my cockhead as I slowly pressed it past her juicy slit and into her tight hole. I moaned loudly as my thick, throbbing head popped into her inviting entrance.

  Morgan wrapped her legs around my hips and held me tightly. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her head against her pillow. She squeezed my spongy tip with her pussy and drove me
crazy. I shivered at the shards of pleasure that stabbed through my body and could see why men loved it when I did that to them.

  I propped myself up on my hands and gazed at her face. The sheen of cum was smeared around her lips and streaked down her face. Her mouth grimaced in pleasure and her closed eyes smiled in anticipation. I wanted her. I wanted her more than I can remember wanting anyone. I didn’t just want her as a man but as a woman too. If I could only I could make there be two of me: the woman me and the man me.

  Her legs squeezed my hips and she pulled me to her slowly, sinking my raging dick into her hungry pussy inch by inch. I could feel her juices coating my throbbing flesh as she drew me in further. It was wild and more than I could have ever imagined.

  I hissed with each breath I took as the desire burned through me like a wildfire. Morgan’s moans rose in pitch and volume by the second. They weren’t moans of blind lust but of pleading want. I pressed my hips into her and felt my tight balls rub against her ass. My cock was completely buried in her sweet hole.

  I began pumping my raging shaft in and out of her slowly in long, determined strokes. My body trembled in constant sweet stimulation as I moved. She squirmed beneath me and I could feel her hips respond to my rhythm. Our tempo rose and fell, alternating been slow, tender movements of passion and faster, harder thrust of dirty, sexy lust.

  It was excruciating trying to keep my composure and simply enjoy the moment. Part of me wanted to spend eternity like this while part of me screamed to fuck her like a wild beast. Eventually I gave into my primal, animalistic side.

  Suddenly I started to ram my aching cock into her tight, juicy pussy as hard as I could. Morgan gasped and screamed in pleasure. Her hands that had been caressing my back were now death-gripped around the bars of hear headboard as I feverishly plowed into her. A tidal wave of sinful delight pounded into me, filling me with a rapture like no other.