Filthy Smut (Vol. 4): 35 Erotic Stories (Over 400 Pages of Hot Sex)

by Alora Matisse

  She shook her head and stripped out of her plainclothes uniform, gray slacks now stiff with sweat and a damp white blouse. Her simple black panties and white bra she hung on the back of the door before stepping into the shower.

  The cold water didn’t help her much, after all. Being naked with Jake in the next room merely made her hotter than watching the mob boss and the hooker. She closed her eyes against the cold, sudden spray but could only see Jake’s naked body, under her, over her, beside her, behind her, his chiseled jaw buried between her legs, his cock in her mouth.

  She turned the water to hot; as hot as it would go. Convinced that Jake would be glued to the video screen until she was through with her shower, Mel began washing her hair.

  Her mind wandered, images of a naked, sweaty Jake leading her lathered fingertips to gently caress her suddenly erect nipples. The sensation was immediate and exotic. She bit off a squeal as her free hand slid down her narrow waist to clench the thin patch of pubic hair she kept neatly trimmed but far from bare, the way so many of her younger coworkers preferred.

  As steam filled the room and sweat stung her half-lidded eyes, Mel leaned back against the tile wall and teased herself into a writhing lather. She felt almost wicked, knowing that Jake was seated in the very next room and here she was, eyes closed, picturing him inside of her as she pleasured herself.

  With her forefinger glistening with soap, Mel teased her swollen clit and could feel the climax building as her legs began trembling and her eyes flickered, only to blink just as the bathroom door opened gently. She gasped, reaching for the soap, standing upright and covering herself with the shower curtain as Jake opened the door.

  “Mel?” His voice was unusually subdued, almost… curious.

  “Jake, Jesus! A little privacy, will ya?” She tried to come off as joking but there was an edge to her voice. When he didn’t respond right away she asked, “Is everything okay? I mean, did anything else happen on the tape?”

  The shower curtain was cheap and see through and, apparently, Jake wasn’t moving anytime soon. She reached out, grabbed one edge and used the shower curtain like a robe to peer out of the steadily pounding spray, studying Jake’s face.

  He was half-smiling, eyes lazy, one hand poised on the doorknob, the other on the sink. It was as if he didn’t know whether to step out of the room, or step in.

  Her voice was hoarse from almost coming. “Jake?”

  “Need any help?” He was leaning against the bathroom door, smiling, but peering deeply into her eyes. “I mean, I just… thought I heard something, just now.”

  Mel couldn’t hide the instant blush that rose to her cheeks. Her voice came out choked as she said, “I don’t… I don’t really think Captain Culpepper would approve of us… cavorting… on company time.”

  Had she really just said that? Flirted with him? With Jake Hawkins? Sergeant Jake Hawkins?

  He inched forward at last, arms at his side, smile crooked and eyes wide open. “Who said anything about cavorting?”

  Suddenly he was there, next to her, fully dressed, the hot water filling the room with steam, the thin, see through shower curtain the only thing between her naked body and his large, veiny hands as he reached out for her.

  “Not me,” she croaked, leaning toward him as if powerless to stop her hips from jutting forward. “I mean, I--”

  He kissed her then, long and hard, swallowing her gasp and reaching out to touch her naked breast. The shower curtain melted away as she tugged at his shirt, desperate to have it off and Jake only too willing to oblige.

  They kissed hungrily, angrily, as if they’d never kissed before and never would again. He tasted like diet soda and cinnamon gum and she wondered, idly, as his pants slid to the floor, if he’d chewed a piece of gum before slipping into the bathroom. If he knew, in advance, he was going to try and seduce her. By the time he joined her in the shower, boxer briefs wet and straining against a giant erection, she decided she no longer cared.

  He pressed her wet, naked back against the wall, one large hand around both of her wrists, pulling her bare arms above her head and drowning her throat in wet, hungry kisses that set her skin on fire. He used his free hand to caress one soapy, lathered breast, biting the opposing nipple between his teeth until she squealed and squirmed, then sucking it greedily before biting it once more.

  The water seemed to be getting hotter as he yanked the curtain out of the tub completely to give himself more room. The light was bright and her eyes wide open as she watched him, devouring her breasts, his hand on her waist, shorts drenched and thick cock threatening to slip from the band of his sodden underwear.

  He slid his hand between her legs, gently, at first, fingertips deftly toying with her throbbing clit, forcing a gasp from her throat and a buck from her waist as she slid along his index finger greedily until it slid deep inside of her, her pink, swollen clitoris merging with the web of his forefinger and thumb in exquisite ecstasy.

  He nibbled her puffy, pink nipple while toying with her, stretching her hands ever higher over her head so she was his prisoner, biting, teasing, tempting, toying, fingering, fondling until she was left, seconds from orgasm, gasping for breath when at last he released her.

  She knelt to him then, greedy and desperate and the hot water stinging the top of her head as she yanked down his briefs and swallowed his leaping cock without preamble. It was as warm as the water pounding her naked back, salty and soapy to the taste as she gobbled it from wet, round tip to base and back again.

  His large hands rested on her shoulders as she knelt before him, ass against the soap dish, their naked torsos splashed with the scalding water, eyes blinded by the steam as she forced him to sit down on the edge of the tub.

  His eyes were half-lidded and lazy as she sat opposite him on the tiny ledge beneath the soap dish, using the hot water to lubricate his throbbing shaft as she stroked it, gently at first, then angrily, until its head was purple, its shaft a violent red and then, and only then, did she bend to it again, lips tingling as its velvety skin slipped past, feeling its fire on the back of her throat as she swallowed him, whole, hands roving across his inner thighs, grasping his dangling balls and fondling them as he shivered with delight.

  He held tight to the edge of the tub as she knelt before him, releasing his glistening tip from her mouth once more and peppering his flat, firm belly with kisses as she used the bar of soap to coat his balls with a soft, gentle lather before coating his long member with white, soapy suds.

  He grunted in delight as she jerked him, roughly, loving the feel of him in both hands, her ass low to the ground, water pelting her thighs and belly, pussy quivering in anticipation of him inside of her, pounding away until her ass was chapped and her pussy was on fire.

  She’d never been so forward before, never gobbled and chewed and grabbed and jerked this way, but something about that illicit surveillance video, this hotel room, Jake slipping into the bathroom just as she was pleasuring herself, it was so surreal, so sexy, she couldn’t help but take him and, in return, hope to be taken.

  He bucked and gasped, pushing her hand away as she leaned back against the shower wall, taking him in; his long legs, narrow waist, broad shoulders and scruffy chin. The half-lidded eyes and sleepy smile as he protested weakly, cock quivering and dripping sweat and soap.

  “Not yet,” he croaked, standing on wobbly knees, helping her up. “The night is young, and I have so much I want to do to you.”

  She almost came with the promise of what he had in store as he helped her out of the tub, water still running, steam following them through the bathroom door, naked bodies bent and bruised and already sore as he carried her to the bed and dumped her in the middle, like a caveman claiming his woman.

  She laughed, to be so wet and naked and vulnerable and hungry before him. His eyes devoured her greedily, the curtains open, moonlight streaming in as he knelt before her, cock still throbbing and swollen, glistening with dripping shower water and pre-cum as he rea
ched beneath her and grabbed both sides of her ass.

  She felt herself being jerked into the air as he lifted her mound to his face, kissing each thigh gently, grabbing each ass cheek more and more firmly as her arms fell back and she gave herself over to him.

  He kissed her landing strip of pubic hair, adoringly, before pressing the tip of his tongue against her swollen clit as she gasped, grabbing the bed sheets, instantly wet as he kissed, her, licked her, probed her, tongue so hard and wet, her so soft and wet.

  He spread her ass cheeks, and she pressed herself against his face as he moistened one thumb with her own juices and, without warning, pressed it against her ass. She gasped at the exotic sensation, looked up and saw his eyes, questioning as she nodded, energetically, eager to go where she’d never been before.

  He filled her then, sliding his thick thumb to the hilt as she instinctively squeezed around him, her ass grinding to take more of him in as he kissed and squeezed her into a lather.

  “No,” she gushed, close to coming, wanting it to last, knowing it couldn’t, not with this type of intensity. “Not yet, not…” Too late, she squealed, rocking around his face, thighs tightening as his tongue pressed solidly in just the right spot, sending her into quaking spasms as he pulled back, just long enough, before tonguing her to climax twice more before releasing her, spent and trembling, sweaty and quivering, onto the bed.

  She sat up, reaching for his prick and finding it even thicker, harder than before. “I want you,” she croaked, stroking him, using his own excited juices to moisten his staff. “Now!”

  He chuckled and reached for her waist, deftly turning her over and forcing her to moan as he positioned her on all fours. “I want you,” he whispered into her ear, guiding his thick cock into her slick pussy, “like this.”

  She clutched the bed sheets as he filled her, rising on his knees to wedge himself all the way in and still it felt like he could keep going. She’d never felt so full before, and yet so eager for more of him. She greedily backed into him, eager for him to grind into, out of her.

  He willingly obliged as he leaned back, sliding nearly out of her as her slick walls shuddered against his thick, veiny shaft. She closed her eyes as he slid back in, more forcefully this time, her bucking against him until at last he was pounding her, again and again, heaving as his sweat, heavy and thick, dripped onto her arched back and she fell into the rhythm, face dropping into the sweaty, wet sheets, gasping for breath as her breasts rocked back and forth with the movement, erect nipples sensitive and rasping against the folds of the sheets threatening to make her come once more.

  He began grunting, pounding, pounding harder even as she smiled slyly, beyond orgasm, beyond greed or embarrassment or shame or pleasure, somewhere new and unexpected, somewhere hot and hard and then… he stopped.

  She turned over on her back, her bare foot toying with his heaving chest. His cock throbbed, massive, milky and red. “What’s wrong?” Her voice was faraway and little.

  “I don’t… I don’t want to come inside you.”

  “Are you kidding me?” she barked in disbelief. “You’ve just pounded me into hamburger meat and now… now when I’m about to come for the twelfth time you turn into a gentleman?”

  She croaked and sat up, turning him around so that he was sitting in front of her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, inching up so that her still throbbing clitoris rubbed gently against the small of his slick, sweaty back, she reached around with one hand and took hold of his throbbing member.

  He sighed, contented, as she used her own juices and his to guide her hand along his shuddering cock. He threw his head back to one side, hers to the other. She bit his shoulder, tasting his salty sweat as she increased her rhythm. He was swollen and slick as she jerked him, faster and faster, using her strong thighs to grind her pelvis against his muscular back.

  She found a steady rhythm, pumping him, pumping her, until at last his breath caught in a staccato vibration, short breaths to match her forceful stroking and then he stopped, grunted and sent a geyser onto his chest, across his belly, onto her hand and down his thighs.

  It just wouldn’t quit. He came and jerked, shuddering against her, whimpering now until she pressed against his back one last time and came with him, from him, grinding until she came once, twice more and they lay, spent and sticky, covered in their own sweat and lather, panting and trying to catch their collective breath.

  She curled behind him, heart hammering against her chest as he reached around and gently slid her closer, closer, until they might as well have shared the same skin.

  When she could finally speak, when his breathing had returned to normal she joked, “Is every stakeout going to be like this, Jake?”

  He chuckled, rocking the bed with gentle croaks of dry laughter. “It is if I have anything to do with it!”

  And yet, in the silence that followed, she couldn’t help but wonder what she’d just done. Not only had she slept with a superior officer, a colleague, but she’d just f'ucked his brains out!

  What was left?

  What would tomorrow bring, with the light of day? Would they shake hands and deliver their evidence to their Captain, never to speak of it again? Or would there be other hot, sweaty, stolen nights, toys and towels and steamy showers in their future?

  As he rose, covering himself in a sheet to continue their stakeout, Mel drifted to sleep amid a mingling of soapy, sweaty smells and the fear, and the hope, that her life was about to drastically change…

  The Masturbation Study

  by Harriet Lovelace

  Themes: M/F; rough sex

  “Have you done this sort of work before, Miss Shaw?”

  I looked the Professor in the eyes, watched her adjust her stylish glasses and brush a strand of stray dark-blonde hair out of her face.

  “I can't say that I have, Professor. Research into...sex isn't exactly what they advertised at the College fair.” I laughed nervously and fiddled with the buttoning of my white lab coat.

  “No, I suppose they didn't.” She frowned and with a firm gesture, snapped the folder she was holding shut with a small 'clack'. “Still. This is valuable research into human sexual behavior, Miss Shaw. I appreciate assistants who treat this sort of work like any other. Are you comfortable – are you capable of doing that?”

  “Absolutely, Professor.” I gave a quick, eager nod. It had taken me weeks to get this position! Working closely with Professor Marilyn Baker was something of an honor according to my other teachers and most of my friends.

  I wasn't about to give this up because I had to watch a guy jack off – it wasn't as though I’d never seen that before!

  “Very good then.” The ghost of a smile touched my mentor's lips, and she patted my shoulder. “One of the things you will – hopefully – learn here is a scientific detachment to the things you study.” She gave a small chuckle. “I suppose you could call this a bit of a test.”

  I gave another nod, which seemed to satisfy her.

  “Our first subject will be arriving shortly. Now,” she went on, picking up her bag, “I will have to leave for about an hour, and I’ll leave you in charge here, Miss Shaw. It's fairly straightforward.”

  She walked me through the corridor to the room where the test was supposed to be performed. It was a room with a large, glass window. As far as i could see, the room held a large LCD-TV, a DVD player and a stack of magazines and DVD's I realized were pornography.

  “He will sit in here and masturbate. You will take notes on his behavior and the time it takes for him to climax. Also, you will of course watch the video later to see what, if any, material he used for assistance.” She gestured to the pornography as if to demonstrate.

  “I understand.” I tried to sound professional while needlessly adjusting the clipboard I was holding.

  “Keep your mind on the task at hand, Miss Shaw.” And with that last piece of advice, she left the building, leaving me in charge.

  I fidgeted for perhaps fifte
en minutes while waiting. Hoping to calm my nervousness, I walked to the break room and grabbed a soda.

  Then he arrived.

  He had the strapping figure of a young man, an angular face with a few days worth of stubble, close-cropped brown hair, and a broad set of shoulders. It might’ve been my imagination, but I thought I could see the muscles of his abs beneath his shirt. I looked up and his eyes looking me over at that very moment were blue. A very clear blue. The smile he gave sent a rush of heat through my cheeks and created a tingling low in my stomach.

  I quickly caught myself and straightened in an attempt to preserve my professional appearance. “You must be Mr. Bradley. I'm lab assistant Patricia Shaw. It's a pleasure to meet you.” I extended my hand.

  “Eric. Please, call me Eric.” He smiled as he took my hand in a firm grip.

  His voice was deep and sounded like it belonged to someone who was used to getting exactly what he wanted. Looking at that well-built frame, it wasn’t hard to believe.