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

by Lynn, KT

  I pursed my lips at this grand declaration, wondering just how I would introduce myself in a similar situation.

  “I am Delphine Demeter, recent graduate of Miss Maggie’s Finishing School and Ace Chess Player.” I cringed at this wayward thought. “No, no, I don’t believe so.”

  I narrowed my eyes in keen concentration as the pirate continued to speak.

  “For years, Ralph Demeter, you have brought your fine silks to my country and sold them in the markets for three times their worth.” He fixed my father with a searing glare that chilled my blood. “You take advantage of the poorest members of my people, and for that you will pay!”

  He stabbed the temple of my father’s forehead with the barrel of his gun, his eyes hardening as his finger flexed against the trigger. My blood ran cold as I considered the possibility of losing my father forever.

  “No, stop!” I screamed, flinging myself against the tall, hard body of the man poised to murder my father. “Take me instead.”

  “What?!” My father joined the pirate in fixing me with a wide eyed, incredulous stare.

  “That is my offer.” I folded my arms, sounding far more confident than I felt. “What good will it do to murder my father, when another English merchant will only take his place.” I shrugged. “Instead take his daughter as well as his silks. Then he can go back to England and spread tales of your furor, the reason why you do this.”

  “No!” My father screamed, adding to Mathias, “Kill me if you must. Let Delphine go free!”

  The pirate, for his part, met my words with a thoughtful, concentrated frown.

  “The gal has a point.” He cocked his head in my direction, pinning me with a wolfish grin. “All right then, Woman. Let’s go!”

  As my father screamed out in protest, the captain swept my petite body up in his arms and jumped with lithe feet to the rim of the boat; encompassing me in a sweaty muscled clutch as he nodded to his standing men--the ones able to follow him as he made a long, graceful leap between his boat and ours.

  The cries of my father fading in the background, I stood transfixed as I watched Matthias take the wheel of his ship, driving it forward with a forceful push through an expanse of azure sea.

  Never had I felt such a sharp combination of anger and fear. In a haze I sat down hard on a timber box that was situated against the left deck of the ship; looking up at its captain with condemning eyes.

  “I suppose you’re right proud of yourself,” I barked, folding my arms before me.

  “Not at all love.” Mathias shook his head, his wavy dark hair flowing with the movement as his single gold earring jingled. “Twas your idea, remember?” He sobered as he fixed me with a concentrated stare. “And, I daresay, you made a good choice. Your father is a far worse thief than I am love.”

  My mouth falling open at this accusation, I jumped to my feet and rushed to the side of the accusing pirate.

  “How dare you!” I raged, fists balled at my sides.

  “It’s true dear.” He shrugged, unmoved by my theatrics. “Your father and others of his ilk purchase their silk at cost, then sell it at three times its customary cost to poverty stricken villagers in my town—my mother included.”

  I thought a moment, then nodded.

  “To tell you the truth I’ve always suspected this.” I nodded, adding with a hard glance, “Yet does that justify the greater crimes of murder, kidnapping and—in all likelihood—rape?”

  I took in my breath as the man I accused swept around, pinning me with ferocious eyes.

  “Make. No. Mistake. Girl.” He raised a finger for emphasis. “I have never, do not, and will not ever force myself on a woman.” He squared his substantial shoulders. “I have seen the effects that a single rape can have on the mind and body of a woman.” He cringed at the thought, adding in a lowered voice, “It’s a fate worse than death lass. I never would do that to any woman.”

  I stared at him a moment, dumbstruck by his words.

  “Aye, there does seem to be a human being in there, after all.” I bit my lip in thought. “And I am at least glad to hear that you do not plan to take me by force.”

  I took in my breath, an unreadable emotion filling his eyes as he smiled soft and sweet.

  “No, I most definitely shall not.” He affirmed with a nod. “Yet I would be more than pleased to claim you with your consent—to show you the ways between a man and a woman.”

  My body froze at this offer, although inside my heart was melting; for while it seemed absurd to consider any sort of a dalliance with my captor, I suddenly realized that the man before me was not a monster. He was a man with a mission; and, furthermore, a man who respected women.

  For just a moment I lost myself in the golden portrait of his flawless masculine body. For a few precious seconds I let myself admire his long, silken hair, the sturdy, sun weathered hands that grasped the wheel before him, the depths of his dark eyes, the firm, hard planes of his immaculate body….

  “Like what you see love?” The deepened tones of his honey honed voice enhanced this illusion, leaving me speechless. “Would you like to touch me as well?”

  Although my heart pounded with a level of intense attraction I’d never felt before, I cringed in the face of the words that accompanied his beautiful image.

  “I thought you said you weren’t going to…” I muttered, shaking my head in confusion.

  “I said I wasn’t going to assault you my lady.” He turned from the wheel, pinning me with a gaze of seduction that stole my breath. “I did not say I wouldn’t seduce you.”

  With these bold words he stripped off his jacket; then his tight fitting white silk shirt. This sleek, skillful move revealed a hard bronzed massive chest that shone in the light of the sun, as well as a set of toned abdominals that struck envy in my heart!

  Envy—and something more.

  “By the gods…” I whispered, eyes narrowing in desire, “you are beautiful.”

  “I could be yours,” Matthias looked down at me, erasing all distance between us on the deck. “Let me show you, Delphine, the ways between a man and a woman. Let me show you what it feels to be loved by a man. Let me taste that divine spirit I saw and sensed in you on the deck of your father’s boat.”

  I gasped outright as Matthias knelt before me on deck, seizing my lips in a sudden but very passionate kiss. I moaned against his lips as his full, soft mouth rubbed with strong purpose against my own, and his tongue thrust forth to entangle my own.

  Never had the delicate dandies of my society dared or ventured to kiss me like this; and, heaven help me, I wrapped my arms around his bare bulging shoulders and returned his ravenous affections, laying my soft pink lips into his and filling his mouth with my tongue.

  Our seaborne surroundings dissolved around us as our lips smacked against each other, and I thrilled as the surface of his muscular chest pressed against my dainty silk covered breasts.

  My strong feelings of desire intensified as he swept me up in his arms, standing to his feet as he cradled my body with effortless grace in his arms.

  “Watch the deck!” His commanding voice rang out across the deck, drawing the immediate attention of a nearby crew member who rushed to cover the captain’s post.

  “I shall be occupied in my cabin for the remainder of the evening,” he told his replacement, never tearing his hungry gaze away from my flushed face.

  Soon I found myself whisked away far below the deck of the pirate’s ship, to a sparsely furnished room that bore a simple wash tub and a feathered camp bed.

  Tossing my trembling body into the softness of cotton sheets, I watched with a shy smile as he hovered over me, unlatching the buttons of his tight black pants as he watched her with a lustful stare. Soon he’d revealed to me a long hard shaft that seemed to salute my presence on his ship.

  “Just relax, milady, and let me do the work,” he whispered, turning to a jeweled trunk that had just been seized from the deck of her father’s ship.

  Grabbing t
wo pink satin scarves from the top of his stolen quarry, Matthias waggled his eyes in a playful tease as he tied my hands to the headboard of his bed and knelt at my side; smiling as I took in my breath and watched his every move.

  “I’m not going to hurt you dear,” his tone soft and reassuring, he reached behind my back to unbutton my dress and slide it slow down my shoulders; revealing my small perky breasts and corseted stomach.

  Leaning forward with a ravenous growl he took my tender breasts in his mouth, his tongue teasing and arousing my nipples as his tickling fingers pulled my dress and underthings down the surface of my creamy skinned legs.

  In one smooth move he straddled me, staring deep into my eyes as his hands massaged my hips and thighs.

  “So beautiful,” he sighed, his lips following the course of his lips as he stripped away my corset; kissing my delicate tummy as his hands ventured lower still.

  Soon his strong but flexible form had slid the length of my body, and I wriggled in the depths of his soft cotton sheets.

  My heart pounded as his gaze raked my newly naked body, and those sumptuous lips lingered just above the crest of my most intimate feminine area.

  “Devour me,” I invited him, my proper inhibitions washing away from me as he leaned to kiss my inner thighs and massage my womanly hips.

  “Your wish is my command Madame.”

  I gasped with delight as that beautiful head ducked between my thighs, that sumptuous tongue laying a resounding lick across my closed feminine folds; revealing a big juicy nub that throbbed for his attentions.

  My hips bucked upward as he fixed his full, moist lips on the surface of my nub, licking, nipping and suckling as he growled low in his throat.

  These intimate advances built a strange but very pleasurable pressure in my nether regions, causing spasms of ecstasy to go surging upward through every part of my body; hardening my nipples, making my heart pound, and prompting my tight, intimate pouch to gush on the sheets beneath me.

  His sable haired head bobbed up and down to shift the movement of his lips; and soon he surged inward to give me the most intimate kiss of all—lapping my clit with a last resounding lick that sent me over the edge.

  Suddenly my being exploded in a rain of incredible pleasure; a satisfying and full bodied sensation that my friends at finishing school often whispered about, calling it le petit mort or—its English translation—an orgasm.

  I’d always wondered if I ever would experience this bold and soul consuming feeling; and as the first spasms of my initial climax finally died away, I immediately felt the need to replace them with more passion, more intimacy…more sex.

  “I want you inside of me,” I whispered to Matthias, who seemed to agree as he untied me with frantic hands, his hard breath and softened hair strands both falling to coat my breasts; soon he swept me up in arms and pressed my body to his, my breasts pressed against his wide hard chest as he descended upon me in a frenzy of passion.

  Our arms and legs entangled as we rolled across the bed, our hips and thighs locking surely as our lips met also; our mouths smacking together in raw passion as he massaged my back with his warm and probing hands.

  Once again settling himself between my legs, Matthias continued to kiss and caress me as his long hard cock surged wild between us. He became even more aroused as I ducked my hand to grab and rub this downright fascinating shaft; my fingers playing this veined and throbbing hot skinned organ, thrilling as it lengthened and expanded in my hand.

  My head also ducked to rain a shower of sweet kisses across the breadth of his perfect chest; pausing only when he took my chin in firm but gentle fingers and lifted my head until our gazes locked.

  “I’m afraid I must cause you just a bit of discomfort by way of this initial joining,” he whispered as he stared into my eyes. “I’ll do my best to ensure that your pleasure more than balances your pain.”

  Eager to prove these words, he put his hands to work in order to administer the ultimate massage; with one he continued to rub my back and run his hands through my hair, with the other he reached downward to stroke my nub--bringing once again those divine sensations that managed to drive me insane. I threw my head back and closed my eyes as the pleasure commenced once again, spiraling upward to seize my body as he claimed my lips with his; kissing my senseless as—finally and fully—his long, throbbing cock surged within me, filling me to the core.

  He held me close and steady as a fleeting ream of pain rocked my insides; a feeling he masked by continuing to rub my nub, all the while pumping and penetrating me to no end.

  My hips soon rocked against his to claim a certain decadent rhythm; soon we were engaged in an intimate tango, our hands clasped, our lips meeting and our tongues tangled as he surged into me again and again--his rock hard shaft penetrating my pussy as the strands of his silken hair fell soft across my chest.

  With a final surge he buried himself inside me, our bodies exploding in the heated throes of an incredible mutual orgasm; one that brought our sweaty forms together in a passion struck cocoon as we cried out in ecstasy.

  We still trembled from the after effects moment later, staring deep into one another’s eyes as he cupped my flushed cheeks.

  “This day was magical darling.” He kissed my smiling lips. “If you like I could take you back to your father’s ship.”

  I started, staring up at him with confused eyes.

  “Don’t you still consider him an enemy of your people?” I cocked my head.

  Matthias shrugged.

  “Ah dear, he can’t be all bad.” My pirate smiled. “I do believe he’s introduced me to the love of my life. And his scarves, while heinously priced, do come in handy!”

  Coed Seduction

  by Ellie Soap

  Themes: vanilla

  Sex. It can mean a relationship, a family, a long life of happiness and falling asleep in your man’s arms. However, for those select few women, including myself, it can mean fun, adventure and endless possibilities. For a woman of thirty-eight I made sure that my body resembled that of a twenty-something - give or take a few years depending on the hairstyle that accompanied it. I made sure that my makeup was complimenting, my clothes were provocative and intimidating to the younger competition. I put effort into making sure everything was up-to-date.

  Saturday, also known as date-night was when I shined brightest. I entered the bar named Student-Prime in hope to get a prime-student, it was the ultimate goal for a woman thirty-eight going on twenty-something. There was no place better than the bar itself to start my search and between a few platinum blondes there was enough space for myself, a dirty blonde looking to get dirty.

  Looking across the canvas of jocks, sorority sluts and everything in-between I couldn’t help but let myself fall back into memories of what had led me down this path. Back when I was in my last year of college, forcing my way to the achievement of a law degree I met a man named Richard.

  Richard was kind and caring. He gave me a long, but not everlasting, life of happiness. He gave me marriage and eventually discussed giving me a family. However once Richard had taken up being a dad as a full time job before he’d even gotten me pregnant he became all the things a dad was, lazy, constantly tired, overworked and underpaid. The only difference was instead of missing out on my school plays he was missing out on playing me. So after the decline of our marriage, our sex life and our wallets in couples counselling both Richard and I decided to take our own paths, his led him to a new wife and three kids last I heard, mine led me here.

  “Can I get you a drink miss?” Tall, dark skinned, handsome, the bartender was gentlemen that’s for sure but tonight I was out for something with a little less experience and a little more stamina.

  “Scotch and soda,” A hard drink followed by a hard man, that’s what I was hoping for.

  “Oh you’re so funny!” Through the crowd of bleached hair babes I heard one annoying cackle that outdid the rest coming from the other end of the bar. As I tilted my he
ad forward to look beyond hair brighter than the sun I saw a girl, a teenage girl laughing and touching the arm of a very attractive young guy. Taking home the youngest the law would allow me to wasn’t the best way to end a night out, but having the youngest guy choose me over girls his own age was.

  I took my scotch and soda and slid down the bar, walking past the row of girls gone wild in hope that I would get to go wild. The shaggy-haired, stubbly boy with piercing green eyes was confidently telling a heroic story of his last football match and how he saved the day, the straightened-haired, big-breasted girl with gleeful blue eyes was eating up every last word of it.

  “I heard the blue vines suck.” I butted in their conversation about a college football team I’d never heard of, hoping to shake his confidence a little. These college boys were all the same, they liked to be in control and have the girls lining up, if you weren’t impressed by their heroics they’d start to lining up for you.