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

by Lynn, KT

  My mouth finally closed around the head of him, and I could feel his body straining to maintain normalcy as I began slowly sucking. I moved slowly, not wanting to draw notice from other passengers, but he was eliciting small moans from me as he now moved two fingers into my wet slit. As I moved down his engorged cock, all the way to the base of him, he moved deeper inside of me, making me want to tighten my pussy lips against him so I could feel more.

  His enticing movements caused me to suck at him harder, and faster than I’d intended. I could taste his pre-cum, and it was a mixture of sweet and sour on my tongue. I indulged his senses even further as I twined my tongue around the most sensitive part of his dick, while my fingers teased his balls. I rolled them in my one free hand, while my other held his cock securely upright for my mouth. As I began moving down him again, he squeezed my leg, I guessed to alert me to someone coming. I immediately withdrew from the blanket, and attempted to fix my hair.

  My face was red from the heat under the blanket, and I could tell he wanted to bust out laughing.

  “Watch it Corbin or you just won’t get any more.”

  I squeezed his cock with my hand that had remained under the blanket, enjoying it when it took him by surprise and he gasped in delight. Without any warning to him at all, I rose and moved to the bathroom which was just a short distance from where we sat. Winking at him,and mouthing “in five minutes,” I walked away.

  It was small, but I figured it would work out just fine. When the knock came on the door and he entered, smiling all the while, I was on him almost before he could close the door. My hands went for his pants, while his went for mine. I knelt in front of him and sucked him again, loving how he tasted. It was divine how he swelled in my mouth, and as I began to move faster and suck harder, I felt his hand at my head, pushing me against his crotch. I thought I heard him say my name, but I couldn’t be sure. We had to be so quiet. I was always listening for someone to come to the door, but I was also caught up in the pleasures I was experiencing. When he pulled me to my feet to finger me, I opened my legs wide to him, but it was hard with my pants still partially on.

  “Lily, you’re so wet babe. You must really want it, hmmm?”

  His fingers were moving in and out of me, while his thumb was making direct contact with my clit. I thought I was going to die with the pleasures I was feeling. He knew just where to go and how to move to make me cum too, but I didn’t want to yet. Still, he felt so good moving there inside of me. I wanted more than just his fingers fucking me. I wanted to feel his dick there, pumping in and out of me. I wanted to see it all too!

  “Oh my god Corbin, I have to have your cock in me now, you’re killing me with want!”

  As he pushed my pants down to my ankles, I slid one of my feet out of them so I could spread my legs as far as I wanted. The space was cramped, but I somehow managed to position one foot against the mirror above the sink, while my other rested on the cold flooring. His cock stood straight at attention, and I went for it, stroking it fast with my hand. He moaned a little too loud, and I covered his mouth with my own, sucking at his tongue just as I had his hardness.

  As our tongues moved against one another, I felt him entering me. He moved with one hard, upward thrust, making me rise to my tip toes to take him all in. My pussy sucked at him, pulling him deeper inside my wet heat. As he moved faster in me, he pulled at the buttons of my cashmere button up, freeing them so that he could get to my tits. My bra was one of those front closures, so it was easy to pop free. My nipples were so hard with wanting him to suck them, that when he did, I thought I was going to orgasm right then.

  He felt the waves surging through me and pounded into me harder, whispering how badly he wanted me to squirt my pleasures over him. He pulled away just once, only to turn me away from him and have me slightly bend over the toilet so he could take me from behind. While it wasn’t the most comfortable position in such a small space, his cock entering me once more made up for it. He was hitting my G-spot as he moved in and out and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to maintain myself much longer.

  Just as I was about to gush forth my cum, there was a knock on the door and a female voice outside.

  “Sir…” another knock when Corbin didn’t respond. “Sir, are you alright in there? One of the passengers said they heard a moan or something.”

  I had to muffle a laugh, because I could tell Corbin had been right in the middle of almost cumming. He cleared his throat, but even then his response was clearly high-pitched.

  “I’m fine Miss. I would like to take a shit in privacy if you don’t mind though.”

  She seemed embarrassed as she apologized from the opposite side of the doorway. However, it wasn’t until we were totally sure she’d walked away that he began moving in me once more. He pounded ferociously into my pussy this time, knowing that if he didn’t hurry neither of us were going to get to climax. His hands reach around me, massaging my breasts and encouraging my nipples to hardness once more.

  “Oh Corbin! Corbin, I’m going to cum! Mmmmm…”

  I had to throw a hand over my mouth to muffle my own cries of passion and desire. When I finally climaxed, I did indeed squirt a powerful spray of female juices on him, which he fully enjoyed. He pumped harder and harder in me, using his hand now to go deeper. When he finally came himself, I could feel the heat from it, and his fluids spraying in my cunt. I pulled him harder against me, my body sucking him until the last drop was spent.

  Afterwards, we straightened our clothing, and he exited before I did. I waited about ten minutes and then left the cramped space. I didn’t make eye contact with other passengers, but hurried to my seat. As I sat back down beside him, we passed knowing looks and kissed almost as passionately as we had in the restroom.

  Covering up with the blanket once more, I reclined my seat back, ready for a nap, as I’m sure he was too. Still, under those covers, our hands still sought out one another. I could never have enough of him, and I knew he was already excited and ready for more, but it just had to wait until we landed. I was sure we could manage that.

  The Bakery

  by Ellie Soap

  Themes: lesbian; messy sex

  The Bakery--not the most original of names for a bakery, but that’s what it was. For generations, Mila’s family had owned The Bakery located in a cute, little farm town in the south of England. However, with a few mainstream bakery branches popping up in the town recently, Mila was losing business. That’s where I came in--Cathy, twenty one, newly graduated with a degree in business and hospitality. I could’ve gone for a better paying manager position at a big name hotel, but something about Mila and this little place made it feel like home. So I decided to rent out a room in her large family home and make myself comfortable earning only what I helped make.

  Mila, a little older than myself at twenty five, was a struggling businesswoman mixing tradition with new technology in order to stay ahead of the game. I often suggested relocating to a vibrant and lively city where tradition attracts interest and tourists, but she said that this was and always will be where The Bakery resided.

  “Two cheese and onion pastries please.” Joe was the son of a local farm owner that was always popping in to buy his dad and himself lunch in between their hard labor.

  “Here you go.” I handed them over to him. He always took his time taking them out of my hands. A smile ran across his face as our skin touched for a lingering moment that couldn’t have been no more than a few seconds but felt like hours.

  “Cathy we have things to do in the back here, you know. I’ll take the front.” Mila came storming out in her bossy work-mood. Although I was following family recipes, Mila insisted that my cooking added something new which people liked. That’s why I was to work in the back for most of the day.

  Mila wasn’t to be messed with during the work hours. She was lovely when we got back home but was strictly business during the day. I let go of Joe’s hands, noticing his lips curling into a frown, and rushed pas
t Mila into the back room.

  “Why is it she’s always called in the back when I’m around Mila? Is there a problem or do you just want to keep her to yourself?” I could hear Joe worked up and defending the way Mila treated me at work. I personally didn’t mind it. She was, after all, my boss and the store owner.

  “I don’t know what you mean.” Mila’s voice sounded hesitant.

  What did Joe mean by that? Why would Mila want me to herself? I wasn’t going to run off and marry a man I barely knew leaving her business to rot. She knew I was devoted to helping her no matter what happened.

  “It’s a small town. People talk you know.” I heard the door slam and Joe leave. I couldn’t quite understand what he was getting at. It’s not like I had a problem with the way I was bossed about in The Bakery. That happened in every job.

  I popped my head around the doorframe back into the front of the shop to see Mila angrily counting today’s earnings. She shot me a look which, without words, I knew to mean get back to work.

  I began to bake the rest of the pastries and pies for the day, but unfortunately a lot of them went to waste. We only had one or two more customers after Joe had been in and the ones that did come weren’t being their usual friendly selves. It seemed Mila had not only annoyed Joe but the whole town just for being a businesswoman.

  Eventually evening came, and we sat at the dining room table, on opposite ends, both eating our soup. I kept looking up at her to say something, but all she did was bite a chunk out of her bread roll and slurp the soup from her spoon. I’d never seen her in such a mood since I’d known her.

  “I’m going to bed. There’s a fair at the market tomorrow so business should be better. Make sure you’re up early. I shouldn’t have to keep waking you up like a child.” She stormed off sulking upstairs and left me with a chill cold enough to freeze my soup.

  I went to bed confused and slightly offended. What had gotten into her? Both her and Joe had never had a problem before. In fact, they were quite friendly the first few times he came in. It was only these last few weeks that there’d seemed to be tension between them. Maybe there was some history between them, and Joe’s advancements toward me had struck a nerve? If that was the case, then he was out of the picture. I valued Mila more than that.

  Dawn in this small town meant being woken up by the early-rising farmers whose old machinery could be heard miles away. I somehow managed to ignore this from time to time, but I found myself staring at the ceiling with wide eyes as soon as the first blade of grass was mown at least twenty-minutes away from the house.

  I didn’t want to annoy Mila so I got dressed and headed straight down to The Bakery. She wasn’t in yet which meant I could open up early and do my best to make more money. I wanted to impress her. I felt as though she wasn’t satisfied with what I had to offer, and for some reason it really bothered me.

  Several customers came in talking about the fair and asking how Mila was doing. They seemed to be concerned about her well-being as if something was off with her, but I reassured them that she was as fine as she usually was. A few of them even mentioned her spat with Joe which was hardly anything more than a few sentences to each other, but I guess anything was gossip in a small farming town like this.

  By the time she arrived, I had sold over twenty pastries and about a dozen pies. I was quite proud of myself and hoped she would be too.

  “That’s great. Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves though. It’s hardly anything compared to what we need.” I was a little disappointed; she put a damper on my winning streak of sales.

  “But well done.”

  I got distracted by her praise and accidentally placed the pies in the oven with my arm skimming the edge.

  “Ouch!” I screamed as a tiny burn formed. I immediately rushed over to the sink to run it under cold water.

  “Are you okay?” Mila rushed over to my side and looked at my arm which had a little red mark halfway up it. It wasn’t anything too serious, and the pain was already numbing, but it’d shocked me more than anything, leaving my heart beating hard against my chest.

  “It’s nothing. I should’ve been paying more attention.” As I spok,e Mila ran her hand around the burn examining it, being careful not to touch it.

  “I think you’ll live.” She laughed.

  I noticed that I couldn’t help but smile as she did. So that’s what it took huh? Me injuring myself for her to laugh. Maybe I should’ve burnt myself more often. Her smile was perfect, it was the kind of smile that showed a little of her sparkling white teeth. Her eyes lit up, and her eyebrows raised a little giving her this adorable little expression that I couldn’t quite explain. She was perfect.

  I didn’t know if it was because of her smile or if it was the smell of freshly baked bread--which I loved so much--lingering around the shop, but I felt myself leaning in towards Mila and before I could stop myself, my lips were locked tightly onto hers. A few seconds later, I pulled away, focusing back on my burn mark and stopping the faucet before the sink overflowed. I didn’t know what to say; I didn’t know why I did it.

  Mila grabbed me and turned me back around to face her. She planted a passionate and almost forceful kiss on my mouth that left me weak and numb. I thought for a second I would collapse right to the floor. Each moment it went on, my body got more and more excited.

  “I’ve wanted you for so long,” she whispered the words into my ear as her tongue made it’s way to my neck. I backed up to the kitchen-counter by the sink, and was hoisted up onto it by Mila so that I was seated just a little higher than herself.

  Her hands quickly made their way up and under my shirt unhooking my bra with ease. She tugged at it which forced me to unbutton the white fabric covering my skin, drop it to the ground, and then slide my bra off, leaving my bare breasts out at Mila’s disposal.

  “You’re so incredibly sexy.” Her face slid right in between them, hands rubbing over my nipples making them nice and hard so that her mouth could swap from the left to the right, using her tongue to tease the ends.

  “Ohh,” I moaned at her touch. Those soft, sensual lips made me whimper each time they touched my skin. Everything became more sensitive; everything felt tender.

  I didn’t know what was happening. I’d never been with a woman before. I’d never even thought about a woman in this way. Mila was so different from everyone. She didn’t let herself get pushed around; she always went for what she wanted; she was the opposite of myself. She was everything I aspired to be one day.

  Her head began to make its way further down, leaving me to rub my own erect nipples.

  “Oh Mila...” I called her name repeatedly.

  She finally got to my waistline and began to tug on my skirt. I lifted myself up momentarily and it slid right off, leaving dampened panties facing her mouth, my pussy wet and moist from all the excitement and heat in the room. It was so obvious how much I wanted her now. I couldn’t deny it to myself. Mila was all I craved.

  As she kissed up my right inner thigh, one of her hands slowly rubbed on the fabric over my clit. She was digging in gently but firm enough that my whole body began to throb and ache. No one had ever made me feel like this before.

  She let her hand slide into the fabric and began to rub the edges of my pussy. It was slick from my own fluids and ready for her fingers to enter. She teased the outer rim for a short while and then finally allowed herself to push into me. It was a single finger, working it’s way up inside of me, causing me to moan out louder than before. It felt so good, so right to have her inside of me.

  She started to rub hard, to thrust deeper, she added another finger and ripped the panties clean off in a single tug with her other hand.

  “Oh God. Fuck. It feels so good.” I couldn’t help myself. I repeatedly began to curse and moan as she finger-fucked my wet pussy. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure around my body.

  “You like that?” She looked up at me smiling to herself, knowing she had me where she wanted. I was all hers
now.

  “Yes, God yes.” I could feel myself building up more and more. I wanted her to make me leak out everywhere.

  Just as I could feel myself get to breaking point, I heard the bell on the door ring. I jumped back to my feet and pulled my skirt up with a very confused Mila still on her knees. I wrapped my shirt around myself as best as I could and stood still trying to let my heart slow down a little from it’s rapid beating.

  “Hello, anyone working here today?” It was Joe. Shit. What could I do? I wanted to carry on, but at the same time, there was a man out there that liked me, a man I liked too.

  Mila got up with a smile on her face and shook her head at me giggling. I didn’t know why or what she was thinking.

  “We’re in the back Joe. Why don’t you come back here?” Was she crazy? I didn’t even have my shirt on properly!

  As I struggled to get it on, Joe came walking in the back, causing me to freeze as he gazed at my bare breasts.