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

by Lynn, KT

  “You and you, come with me.” I pointed at them both, and they instantly stood up looking at each other with grins. The way John was getting his audition was the same way Declan had gotten his. Alex on the other hand was always the person I used to teach the new boys a lesson, so he knew what was about to happen.

  The three of us walked back onto set and took position in the tent where the film would be taking place. John stared blankly at us. Surely, he must know what was about to happen? Maybe I should give the puppy a clue.

  “Okay John, these will be your co-stars. Alex and Declan are going to show you exactly what I want. If you feel up to it, just come over here and join in. There’s no need to be shy in this business.” Right as I finished my lecture, Alex turned me around and kissed me. I didn’t usually allow kissing, but Alex had developed a bit of a cheeky side after all these years.

  Declan got up behind me and unclasped my bra from beneath my shirt. He squeezed my nipples through the fabric causing me to moan out in Alex’s mouth. As if my pussy wasn’t wet enough already, I couldn’t control myself around these men no matter how many times they got to have me.

  Alex pulled away from our kiss and lifted off my shirt so that Declan could pull down my bra from behind leaving the top of my body completely bare. Alex shoved his head into my breasts, using his tongue to lick over my erect nipples and nibble on my skin. Declan pressed himself up hard against me so that I could feel his dick rubbing in between my ass cheeks through the fabric of our clothes. He was kissing my neck and whispering dirty words into my ear. Always a great talker. That’s the reason I hired him.

  “I’m going to drill your ass so hard while Alex eats out your pussy. You’re gonna love it, Cassie.” He may have only been twenty-one, but Declan made me moan like none other just with his words.

  Alex got onto his knees and pulled my skirt down, leaving my thong on show dripping with my fluids. Declan pulled away from my ass, and I heard him drop his pants and boxers around his ankles exposing his massive cock. He then pressed it back up against me, throbbing on my yearning ass.

  Both the men seemed to be in sync with one another as they pulled down my dripping thong together. I instantly felt Alex’s tongue around the edges of my soaked pussy, licking, teasing my hole before he finally started to thrust it into me, knowing exactly where my g-spot was and hitting it every time.

  Declan was another guy that always made a mess. His dick was leaking with precum so much that he used it as lubricant on my tight ass and began to push in slowly causing me to scream out as my skin tightened around his swollen cock. He started to thrust into me slowly, each thrust forcing Alex’s tongue deeper inside of me. I could barely keep my knees from buckling. Both these men worked my body like an instrument that they’d perfected.

  I could feel myself already getting close. It was so much easier for me as a woman. I was allowed to cum three or four times before I’d had enough, and these poor men had to save it all up for a big explosion at the end. I don’t think Alex or Declan found that too difficult though. They were both in great shape and had great stamina.

  Declan started to get a little harder and faster with his thrusts forcing Alex to do the same with his tongue. I screamed out as I began to leak my load over Alex’s face. He got up looking satisfied with himself and began to rub at his own dick. Declan bent me over and pulled his cock from my ass, slamming it straight back into my sensitive pussy that was lubricated from a mixture of my own fluids and Alex’s saliva.

  Alex pulled his thick cock out from his jeans and grabbed my hair to steady my head as Declan fucked me like a dog. I opened wide and took in the massive cock just like he wanted. With each thrust that Declan made, I was forced to take in more of Alex’s dick and with each thrust Alex made, more of Declan was forced inside my aching pussy.

  I could see John out of the corner of my eyes, rubbing his hard cock that looked like it was ready to play again. He still looked nervous though, probably intimidated by the professionals who were working my body so well.

  “You like that don’t you? C’mon take it.” I loved how into it Declan got. I didn’t mind the way he yelled or screamed at me as he fucked me. It only turned me on more. His dominant attitude was so different from his youthful, innocent looks.

  Alex was more of the strong, silent type. He knew he was the best in the business and didn’t feel the need to say anything. His groans and moans were enough for him to show who the real boss was here. He looked down at me as I worked his dick in my mouth, pulling it away for a short second to catch my breath as Declan worked my pussy, but Alex didn’t like that. He grabbed my head and shoved it right back in, laughing to himself as he did it. He made me choke on his massive cock until my eyes watered and then pulled away a little, something he did with a lot of girls. I couldn’t get enough of it.

  Both men then pulled out of me together, laying my body on the sleeping bag where the film would focus on the most. Alex knelt beside my head, and Declan got on top of me, practically sitting on my breasts with his cock in my face. I started to suck on one and then switch to the other. Declan’s dick was now juicy with my own fluids whereas Alex’s had built up plenty of precum for me to taste.

  Every time I pulled away from one of the men, they’d jerk their shaft into my face as I sucked the other, they were starting to get close from the sounds of their moaning. Now was John’s chance to come and impress me.

  I could see him through the gap between the two men. He’d taken his pants off and was walking over with his massive dick in his hand. Getting on his knees between my wide open legs, he inserted his giant cock into me and began to pound my sensitive pussy. Every time he banged it, I almost choked once again on Alex’s dick. He was hired. That’s for certain.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” As I sucked on Alex’s dick, Declan shot his load over the side of my face. Then using his cock, he rubbed it into my cheek with a massive grin on his face.

  Alex began to moan louder and louder, whispering the odd swear word to himself as I continued to suck his dick. I felt him begin to shoot inside my mouth, his sweet tasting cum was always welcomed down my throat, and I made sure to take in every last drop.

  Both the men got up and smiled down at me. They went back to the chairs at the end of the room and watched as the newcomer began to fuck me harder than anyone had before. Now that he had me all to himself, he was pounding my tingling body, making me scream with every thrust.

  I could feel myself about to cum again. I threw my head back moaning as I squirted and leaked out everywhere. My fluids spilled all over John’s massive, pulsating dick making it even easier for him to bang my pussy. I could tell he was close too; he was moaning as loud as I was. It still wasn’t as long as I would’ve liked, but he was the best fuck I’d ever had.

  “Fuck,” he yelled out as he shot his thick, creamy load into my aching pussy. Words of encouragement could be heard from the other two studs. They all seemed to become the best of friends the moment they got this job.

  After John had pulled out and ran back over to his jeans with his flustered and embarrassed, yet proud face, I got up and walked over to all three of the men who were going to star in today’s film.

  “You all better be ready to go again soon. I want to get this done within the next few hours. No lollygagging about okay, boys?” I was trying to fasten my shirt and sound professional at the same time. It was the only difficult thing about my job.

  I knew John would make a fine addition to my team. He may not have had the best stamina, but he gave the best fucks, and I knew that I’d be using him in a lot of my films from now on. Those piercing blue eyes looking up at the camera as he fucked someone were enough to make anyone blow their load.

  “I have a question.” The puppy wasn’t as shy anymore.

  Declan, myself, and Alex all looked at John with curiosity as this wasn’t exactly a confusing business. Everything was pretty straightforward from the moment they got the job.

  “Where a
re the girls?”

  Girls? Declan and Alex both laughed at John and his stupid question. Did he really not know what it was we were filming today? I couldn’t wait to see his face as I looked over to the other two men waiting for one of them to tell him what this was all about.

  “Dude, this film’s called Bloke-back Mountain. There aren’t any girls.” John’s face dropped, and the three of us laughed for what felt like hours. Looked like John’s audition was all for nothing.

  Taken by the Samurai

  by Cherise Kemps

  Themes: BDSM

  The air is cool against my damp skin as I rise from the lake, beads of water trickling down my body and glistening like little pearls under the light of the silver crescent moon peeking from the veil of the clouds.

  I shiver a little but do not hasten to cover myself, instead relishing the refreshing feeling. I have not, after all, had a bath in days. Taking a bath in the light of day is not exactly a wise thing to do for a woman trying to disguise herself as a man.

  For the past three months, I have been wearing the guise of a samurai. Surprisingly, it was easier than I had expected, especially since I am not particularly beautiful, nor are my breasts too large. Once, I detested these traits, blaming them for the fact that I have not held any man’s attention but now, I am grateful for them.

  In truth, there was one man who paid special attention to me – my childhood friend, Jiro. Although he was two years older than me, we grew up together and got scolded for much mischief together, but about the time I had started to see him as someone more than a childhood friend or just another boy was the same time he was starting to become more of a man than a boy. Soon after, he left to become a samurai. Five months ago, I heard that he was killed by one of the men of Ryota Funabashi, the master of his lord’s neighboring keep. From what I had heard, Lord Funabashi had ordered an attack on the keep where Jiro was serving in an attempt to seize it. He succeeded and Jiro was among the fallen.

  I knew that I had been waiting for Jiro’s return but until his death, I had never really realized how much I needed him or wanted him to be by my side. At first, I was devastated by the tragic news, but after much thought, I resolved to avenge him. An ordinary woman may have simply grieved his death and continued with her life, but ordinary women did not have my father.

  “A true woman does not depend solely on the men in her life to defend her,” he had repeated to me many times when I complained about my secret katana training with him. Though he held many unusual beliefs, the quality of his sword-smithing kept his critics silent.

  I focus on my task, drying myself off with the towel I have brought with me. Then, I pick up the strips of cloth on top of my pile of clothes and wrap them securely around my chest, binding my breasts so that they are even more obscure. It was a painful task at first, but now, I am used to it.

  Once done, I pick up my kimono and wrap it around me, and then my hakama which I fasten with the obi. I have done away with the fundoshi since it felt uncomfortable, especially against my backside.

  I put on my socks and my sandals, and then tuck my tanto into my obi. The last remaining piece is my katana, my father’s finest creation which I had stolen upon my departure. I unsheathe it, examining its elegantly curved blade which shimmers under the moonlight. Tomorrow, if I am fortunate, the blade will be stained in blood, Lord Funabashi’s blood, since tomorrow is when he is returning from his journey.

  It is his custom to see the new recruits one by one, examining them to make sure they are worthy of serving him, though the rumors say it is only an excuse for him to find a fine, young man to bed. I do not mind the reason. I only know it will be my chance for avenging Jiro.

  Thinking of Jiro’s warm smile, I put the sword back in its sheath and strap it around my waist. Finally, I tie my hair up. Of all things, I miss having my hair down, cascading past my shoulders and whipping against my cheeks whenever a harsh breeze passed by. Still, it is a small sacrifice to make.

  No sacrifice is too great for the man I love.

  I go back to the keep and sneak into the room I share with the other new samurai recruits. There, I lie on my futon and think of Jiro until sleep claims me.

  At the break of dawn, I wake up, roll up my futon and train along with the others before having a simple breakfast. Just as I finish breakfast, I hear the people outside scampering.

  “The Master is here!” one of them announced.

  I get up and look out the window just in time to see Lord Funabashi arriving on his horse. It is my first time seeing him and for a moment, I am filled with fear at his commanding presence, reminded of the tales I have heard about his cunning and his cruelty, but I steel myself, reminding myself of my mission.

  I go about the rest of my daily routine as usual and towards late afternoon, we are assembled out on the training grounds. One by one, the men are called and led into the Master’s room, some of whom I see getting out of it with a triumphant grin and others with their shoulders slumped in defeat. When it is my turn, I take a deep breath and follow the guard inside. I kneel and bow at the entrance and wait for him to permit me to raise my head and come closer.

  “Come,” he gives the order.

  I approach him as he dismisses the guard, leaving both of us alone in the room. Up close, he is even more intimidating, his features having a hard edge to them, but my resolve remains firm.

  “What is your name?” he asks.

  “Kohaku,” I lie.

  He circles around me like a vulture closing in on its prey, his gaze boring into me as if looking into the depths of my soul. What he does not realize, however, is that he is the prey. My prey.

  When he leans over to grasp my chin, I quickly unsheathe my katana and stab him in the stomach. He looks at me with eyes wide with horror and he opens his mouth in an attempt to ask me why but no words come out. I push my blade in deeper, letting him fear my rage.

  “Die,” I tell him, and as if obeying my orders, he falls down on the floor, his blood painting the tatami crimson. His whole body shudders for a little while and then he is still. He is dead.

  I stand over him for just a second then pull out my sword, swinging it to remove some of the blood and then sheathing it. It is time to make my escape.

  I leave the room through another entrance and run down the hall to the gardens. Since I started staying at the keep, I have examined every entrance and exit, every means of escape. I knew it was only a remote chance since the keep was flooded with warriors but I would take it anyway, and if I failed, then I would simply take my own life.

  I reach the gardens and make my way through it. As I glimpse the gap in the wall, I grin, thinking that my escape is almost complete. I have spoken too soon, however, since I see a guard chasing after me from the side. He is closer to the wall than I am, so I change directions, turning left and down another path. He is relentless.

  I make another turn and run faster but then, I realize my mistake as I see the gate barred ahead. I turn around, instead, and ready my sword but the moment I do, I look into a familiar pair of piercing ebony eyes and I freeze.

  Jiro.

  He, too, is surprised, immediately seeing through my disguise as he deciphers my expression. His own expression turns from surprise to confusion, as if he is debating whether to capture me or hand me over. As we hear voices, it seems that the latter has won over since he takes my sword and points it at my throat.

  I have lost.

  “Is this the murderer?” one of the guards ask as he arrives at the scene.

  “What are you doing, Jiro? Kill him!” another orders. “He has killed our master.”

  “Yes, kill him,” another urges.

  He presses the tip of the sword against my skin, drawing a trickle of blood, then he raises the sword. I close my eyes, waiting for the deathblow. Instead of cutting me, however, he cuts through my clothes, including the strip of cloth binding my breasts, setting them free and exposing them.

  “As you can see, thi
s man is in fact, a woman,” Jiro tells his comrades. “And she has killed the Master because of a grudge against me. I will punish her myself right in front of all of you and if afterwards, you think the punishment is not enough, then I will kill her.”

  His comrades, still surprised at the revelation of my gender, are speechless at first, then they nod and murmur in reluctant agreement. I breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that I have been spared, but I immediately find myself wrong as Jiro ties my wrists behind me and drags me off.

  He stops at a clearing, dragging me to the bamboo pole in the center. He unties my wrists only to tie them back again, this time to the bamboo. Then, he seizes my tanto and cuts the rest of my clothes into strips, pulling them off me so that I am naked. He cuts the string holding my hair up as well, letting my hair fall. I bow my head and try to hide my face as I hear mocking laughter and remarks of approval. I can feel their gazes on me and my skin burns in shame.