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

by Lynn, KT

  Trish lay on the table waiting for another blow to land on her soft flesh, but she was surprised and let out a scream of shock and pleasure as Rick pushed the head of her vibrator between her legs and against her clit. Rick pushed the toy against her swollen, sensitive clit while he let his fingers trail over her welt covered ass, applying slight pressure as he moved over each of her fresh welts. This combination of pleasure and pain made Trish lose control quickly and she tried to press her body into the table to minimize the obvious waves of pleasure and muscle contractions that her orgasm delivered to her bent over exposed body.

  Trish tried to minimize her obvious orgasm but Rick worked the toy in between her legs harder coaching her and said, “Cum for me, like a good little slave.”

  Once Trish had heard these words she let go of herself, her body convulsing on the table, her ass pushing down, grinding the toy into her harder. Before she knew it, she felt another orgasm building inside of her and she wanted it, without thinking she moved her hips down slightly trying to feel the vibrator more.

  As soon as she moved though, Rick responded to her pulling the toy away. Her mind reeled as she gasped at the sudden loss of sensation.

  Rick spoke, “Oh so my little slave girl thinks she needs to come again? Well I had better help you out with that one.”

  Rick’s hands moved quickly, pulling Trish up by the shoulder and her hair.

  “Now be a good little girl and stay right here.”

  Trish stood on the balls of her feet, her legs spread shoulder width apart her eyes closed and her head down, waiting to feel whatever Rick had in store for her. She let out a small gasp as she felt the cold steel clamp touch her breast as Rick tightened it on her erect nipples. Rick tightened the clamp slowly watching his wife’s face as the cold steel pinched her nipples harder and harder. He waited until he saw her actually grimace from the pain and then backed the screw off slightly.

  “Now my little slave, I want you to bend over like a good little girl.”

  Without hesitation, Trish bent at the waist folding herself almost in half. Rick walked behind her securing a spreader bar between her ankles and then clipping two small strings to the clamps on her nipples. Trish had been in this position before and knew that as soon as she moved the clamps would send sharp pains throughout her body so she tried to stay as still as possible.

  That is until she felt the head of Ricks cock push into her wet pussy, Trish moved without thinking, her body reacting to the pleasure that she felt in her pussy and then quickly recoiling as the clamps were pulled, stretching her nipples and torturing her even more. Rick worked his cock in and out of Trish’s tight pussy slowly teasing her before he pulled out of her and guided the head of his cock into her tight asshole.

  Trish did the best she could trying to hold herself still as she felt Rick’s cock slowly stretch her tight asshole pushing deep inside of her, Rick worked his cock into her slowly, feeling her tight muscles contract and stretch as he pushed deep inside her. Trish let a moan out as she felt her orgasm building. Rick knew she was getting ready to cum from the noises she was making and the fact that her muscles were contracting on him as well as seeing her strain and lean forward stretching the strings on her nipples.

  Rick thought for a second and decided to let his little whore cum so he reached down and around her body. As soon as Trish felt Rick’s fingers brush against her clit she lost control and her orgasm hit her. She reacted as she always did her body shaking causing her to pull up slightly the clamps stretching her nipples before each one pulled off. Trish was lost in pleasure and the sudden jolt of pain to her nipples only intensified her pleasure. Rick didn’t stop when his little slave started to cum though he worked his cock in and out of her harder and faster quickly bringing himself to orgasm, his cock swelling as he exploded deep inside his slave’s tight ass. His cum spraying deep inside his little slave as he worked his cock in and out slowly.

  Rick reached down and unclipped Trish’s ankles from the spreader bar.

  “Now that you have had your play time for the day, my little slave, it is time for you to go upstairs and clean up after our guests.”

  Trish knew what Rick meant by this and even though she was exhausted from the orgasms and the abuse she had just endured she walked to the stairs turning when she got to the bottom of them.

  “Sir which broom should I use?”

  Rick smiled at her as he walked past.

  “Use the big one. We should talk when you are done.”

  Trish followed her Master up the stairs, when she reached the top of them she pulled a short broom with a thick handle off the wall. As she walked out of the basement door she closed it behind her and rested the bristles of the broom on the floor, she stood over it guiding the handle into her tight asshole. Trish lowered herself slowly onto the handle feeling her muscles stretch around the handle, once she felt that she had enough of it in her that it wouldn’t fall out she walked around the room slowly and awkwardly moving her body sweeping the floor with the broom, the whole time Rick watched pointing out spots that she had missed and guiding her around the room. Trish loved serving her owner and even though she knew she looked ridiculous she also knew that she was making Rick proud and she couldn’t help but think about all the creative ways he had come up with for her to clean their house.

  Trish snapped back to reality when she heard Ricks voice.

  “That’s enough for now. Set the broom down and come talk with me. You can finish up later, or maybe even tomorrow. I feel like having my slave curled up at my feet as I sleep tonight.”

  Trish pulled the broom handle out of her tight hole and walked into the den kneeling in front of Rick. Rick let his hand trail through Trish’s hair.

  “Did you enjoy our little get together tonight?”

  Trish looked up.

  “Of course I did. They were a very nice couple. We should have them over again.”

  Rick let his hand slide down over her cheek.

  “I was thinking the same thing, and by the way the food was amazing.”

  Trish looked up at Rick.

  “Josh shows a lot of potential too. You might want to keep an eye on him for any upcoming promotions.”

  Rick nodded as he stood up.

  “I am going to go take a nice shower I hope to see you in bed when I am done.”

  Trish nodded and followed Rick upstairs.

  Tender Explorations

  by KT Lynn

  Themes: lesbian

  “I want you,” he whispered, hands making their way under the hem of her shirt. His palms were hot against her skin as they moved upwards to unhook her bra. She let him. She'd never wanted anyone as much as she wanted this man, wanted to feel him against her, inside her. She'd been waiting for him so long...

  The noise woke her from her reverie. Eighteen year-old Ashley Walker rolled over as soon as the door to their dorm room opened. She didn't feel like talking to her roommate, not yet anyway. She needn't have bothered with the charade. Gina was obviously preoccupied.

  “I think your roommate's here,” a very male whisper immediately confirmed Ashley's suspicion and she resisted the urge to put her hands over her ears.

  “Is that a problem?” Nineteen year-old Gina Kane's voice was a low purr.

  The guy made a strangled sound as Gina reached into his pants. The brunette tossed back her coffee-colored locks and laughed, a throaty sound that made the shaft in her hand swell. Gina's emerald eyes sparkled as she dragged her conquest back to her bed.

  Ashley squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sounds from across the room. Gina was as vocal in bed as she was in everything else. The younger girl felt her cheeks burn as the sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, punctuated by the pairs' words.

  “Come on, harder,” Gina's voice was breathless.

  Ashley had heard her friend masturbating enough to know that the other woman was close to climax. Then the guy swore, a long, drawn-out sound that Ashley knew meant he'd
finished.

  “Aw, fuck, sorry,” his voice was low and Gina's response was even lower. Whatever Gina said must've made the guy feel better. “All right. See you tomorrow?”

  “Sure,” Gina's tone was light. As soon as the door shut, she spoke again. “Did your night go any better than mine?”

  Ashley rolled back over to her friend. She brushed back a few butterscotch curls that had escaped her braid. “No, it didn't.”

  “Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry,” Gina sat up, completely oblivious to the fact that her shirt was hanging open, small tan breasts peeking out from behind the crimson material.

  The blonde flushed, powder blue eyes darting away. “It's all right. I'm just not that girl, Gina.”

  “What girl?” Gina's expression was suddenly serious.

  “You know, the sexy girl,” Ashley mumbled as she sat up. She wrapped her arms around her knees.

  “Ashley,” Gina's tone was scolding. “You're a very sexy woman. Don't talk about yourself that way.”

  “Gina,” Ashley's eyes went back to her friend, the subject overcoming her embarrassment. “Look at you,” she gestured at the brunette's silk shirt and short black skirt, the long legs and slender figure. “And then look at me.” Ashley motioned to the pink flannel pajamas she wore, her own short curvy body and inelegantly braided hair.

  “I'm looking,” Gina stood and crossed to Ashley's bed. She knelt in front of her friend. “I see you, Ashley, and you are sexy.”

  “Then why doesn't Mark want me?” Ashley sniffled, fighting back the tears.

  “You just need to learn how to use what you have,” Gina reached up and took a curl between her fingers.

  “And how do you propose I do that?” Ashley was aware that she sounded petulant.

  “I'll teach you,” Gina whispered, rising up, eyes locked with Ashley's. The moment their lips touched, Ashley jerked back.

  “What're you doing?” Ashley's eyes were wide. “I'm not gay.”

  “So close-minded,” Gina grinned as she stood. “I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend.” She gestured towards the door. “I was the one just fucking a guy.”

  Ashley still looked doubtful.

  “I'm offering to teach you how to do what I do,” Gina ran a finger down between her breasts. “How to capture a guy's attention, how to hold it. How to seduce the man you want and how to please him.” Her voice had taken on a hypnotic quality.

  The blonde swallowed hard, eyes following Gina's finger. She nodded, shoving aside the doubts that were cropping up.

  “All right,” Gina switched moods again, now business-like and brisk. “First thing's first. You have had sex before, right?”

  “Yes,” Ashley snapped, face red. When Gina raised an eyebrow, she grudgingly amended. “A couple of times with my high school boyfriend.”

  “All right,” Gina nodded. “Let's get started.” She slipped her shirt off her shoulders. When Ashley turned her face away, Gina reached down and grasped the blonde's chin, turning Ashley's face back her way. “Rule number one, you must be comfortable with your own body, with every body.”

  “I'm comfortable with my body,” Ashley shifted, actions contradicting her words.

  “Really?” Gina released Ashley's chin. “Take off your clothes.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Take off your clothes,” Gina repeated. She took a step back.

  Ashley flattened her mouth into a thin line. Determined to prove her friend wrong, she unbuttoned her top and pulled it off, revealing full, heavy breasts, pale milky-white with rose-colored nipples. Flush stained her skin as she kicked off her bottoms, leaving her clad in only a pair of plain white cotton panties. “There. Happy?”

  “Better,” Gina clarified. “Sit back.”

  Ashley scooted back, hands instinctively covering her breasts. When Gina climbed on the bed, skirt rucking up enough to give Ashley a glimpse of the shadow between the brunette's legs, Ashley shied away.

  “Relax,” Gina chuckled as she settled into a sitting position. “When you're trying to seduce a man, trying to convince him to seduce you, you need to use your assets. Know how to show your body, how to work your body. It's about how you move, not how much skin you show.” She ran a hand up, over her stomach, to cup her right breast. She rolled one carmel-colored nipple between her finger and thumb, hardening it, pulling on it. “And if you don't know how to turn yourself on, how are you going to turn him on?”

  Ashley's lips were parted, breathing in quick pants, eyes glued to Gina's hand. When the brunette's hand moved towards her, she froze, part of her screaming at her to move, that Gina was a woman and she didn't want a woman's touch. Another part of her, smaller but louder, didn't want to move, wanted to feel Gina's touch for more than what the brunette was offering. Emerald locked with blue as Gina's fingers brushed over Ashley's skin. The younger woman's breath stuttered.

  “You need to know how you want him to touch you,” Gina was leaning forward, voice soft, as if speaking to a skittish animal. “Is it a light touch?” Gina's fingertips ghosted over the creamy skin and Ashley shivered. “Or does something different pull at your more primal urges?” Ashley yelped as Gina tweaked a nipple.

  Gina ran her hand up Ashley's neck and cupped the younger woman's cheek. “You can tell him so much with just a kiss. Make your first kiss everything you want him to know about you, whether you initiate it or not.”

  Ashley knew what was coming and she found herself leaning forward, ever so slightly. When Gina's lips brushed against hers, she closed her eyes. The older girl's lips were soft, far more so than any boy's. Gina controlled the kiss, parting the blonde's lips, tongue lightly tracing Ashley's bottom lip. When Gina pulled back, Ashley sighed, eyes slowly opening.

  “Do you want him to be gentle? Is he the type of man who will be attracted to someone he can protect, can rescue? Or,” Gina's hand slid around to the back of Ashley's neck. “Are you looking for someone to be forceful, to take what he wants.”

  Gina yanked Ashley forward, catching a glimpse of wide blue eyes before their mouths crashed together. Gina's lips were hard, bruising and when Ashley gasped, Gina shoved her tongue past the younger girl's lips, plundering the moist cavern of the blonde's mouth.

  The first touch of Ashley's hands on Gina's skin made the brunette moan. Her body was still charged from her earlier lack of release and the blonde's fingers tentatively running over her collarbone was enough to send a rush of juices to her pussy.

  Gina pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Ashley's. The blonde's lips were swollen, her pupils blown wide. Ashley's hands were still on Gina's shoulders, their bodies only a breath apart. Gina had to move away, knowing that if her breasts brushed against Ashley's, she'd claim the younger woman's mouth again and the lesson would be over. And, as much as Gina wanted to feel the other woman writhe beneath her, the brunette knew that if she moved too fast, she'd risk not only ending things just as they were getting interesting but there might be repercussions in their friendship as well.

  “Once you've established things with a kiss,” Gina forced herself to move on, but she didn't have the strength to remove Ashley's hands from her shoulders. “You can transition to showing him how you like to be touched under your clothes. First the breasts,” she smiled. “Which we've done already... for the most part.”

  “'For the most part'?” Ashley echoed.

  “We've worked with hands,” Gina's eyes gleamed. “But there are other things men like to use on tits, especially ones as nice as yours.” She bent her head and Ashley jerked away. “What's wrong?” Gina kept her voice innocent.

  “I don't think that's necessary,” Ashley struggled to regain her mental footing.

  “Come on, Ashley,” Gina coaxed. Watching the blonde trying to decide what she wanted to do, watching her squirm as desire tried to rear its head, made something tighten low in Gina's belly. “You want to learn, don't you?”

  When Ashley hesitated, Gina seized the opportunity, bending forward and
capturing one large nipple in her mouth.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ashley's head fell back as Gina sucked, the pull on her nipple going straight to her pussy. Gina kept her ministrations gentle, brief pressure, then a lave of the tongue, moving from one breast to the other. She waited until she felt Ashley's hand on her head before she stopped, earning a frustrated whimper. “Of course, we continue with soft and sweet, or rough and tough.”