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

by Alora Matisse

  I turned to the window and caught my reflection in the glass that I had thought was one-way.

  I was a mess. My hair was in absolute disarray, my body was covered in a soft sheen of perspiration and my pussy, was a blushing pink with sticky trails of semen trickling down my thighs.

  I felt...good.

  I turned to Eric and went on tiptoes to kiss him deeply. Some of my earlier nervousness seemed to have disappeared, at least.

  He returned the kiss.

  “Can I count on you not to mention this to...Professor Baker?” I asked him with what I hoped was the winning, appealing smile of a girl who just had gotten fucked.

  “Of course,” he said while holding me close. “...Will I see you again?”

  There was hope in his voice, I noticed with a thrill. “Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him curiously. The thought of cheating or making him cheat did not bother me, oddly enough. But I wouldn't involve myself with him seriously if he had one.

  I was relieved when he shook his head. “I'll give you my number on your way out.” Glancing at my iPhone, I started. “Oh fuck! We'll have to hurry. Professor Baker will be back soon.”

  I'd have to clean up later, I realized and quickly put on my clothes as best I could. My hair needed the attention of a hairbrush and my lipstick was a smeared mess. I hustled Eric out of the testing area as soon as he had finished dressing.

  I had just enough time to bid him farewell, with a kiss, and write a few perfunctory observations in the report sheet. It was in that state – nervous and still writing – that Professor Baker found me when she returned.

  “Everything went well?” she asked and put her bag down, coming to look over my shoulder at the work I had done.

  “Mhm. Yes, Professor,” I replied, trying to keep my voice professional.

  “Did you find it to be uncomfortable? You are a young woman after all.” The professor sat down in a chair in front of my desk. “Were there any problems of...that sort?” She wanted to know.

  I couldn't help smiling a little, but quickly shook my head.

  “It was very...stimulating to watch.” I confessed. “Still, everything went very well. It is an interesting field of study.”

  Professor Marilyn Baker smiled.

  “Excellent!” She told me and patted my shoulder. “You'll be doing the same twice a week from now on. The test will go on for about two more months.”

  “I look forward to it,” I replied and closed my folder with a grin.

  Life in the lab had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

  Doctor’s Orders

  by Harriet Lovelace

  Themes: medical; rough sex; anal

  I arrived early for my first day as a new nurse to the office of the hot young doctor that everyone had been whispering about in the nurse’s lounge. His office was directly across the street from the hospital, which made it convenient to go from one to the other. One of his patients had been seen in the emergency room this morning by the physician on call, and he had admitted the young lady. I had been instructed to go across the street to the hospital and get her IV started while my new boss finished with a patient in his office.

  I checked in with the nurse at the front station and told her that I was here to see a patient for Dr. Trent Manning. Her face lit up at just the mention of his name, and it made me smile. She gave me the room number, and I made my way to our new patient’s room. Inside, I found a frail looking young girl waiting. I prepared the necessary supplies on a tray at the girl’s bedside and began to insert the needle into her arm. It was going to be difficult since the girl had veins that were nearly impossible to locate.

  The doctor arrived as I was on my third attempt to find a vein. My young patient winced as I once again failed and removed the needle, leaving a large bruised area in the bend of her arm. Dr. Manning scowled down at me as he approached the bedside.

  “Nurse, go to my office and wait for me there,” he said sternly. A huge lump formed in my stomach as I gathered my things from a nearby table. As I exited, I noted how easily the doctor found a vein on the back of the girl’s hand and heard him apologize to her for the discomfort from the excessive sticks.

  Dejected, I walked back across the street to Dr. Manning’s office, took a seat across from his desk, and gingerly awaited his return. Great, it’s your first day Lydia and you managed to screw it up. Ain’t that just peachy. My feet began to tap nervously.

  Alas, the doctor seemed to be taking his time, and it wasn’t long before my nerves began to relax and my gaze began to wander around the room. His office was just as impressive and virile as he appeared to be to the casual observer. I ran my hands along the dark leather of his desk chair and looked at the photos of deep sea trips where he held up large trophy fish on a dock. There was a photo of him standing on the peak of some unknown mountain and one of him breaking a ribbon on the finish line of a bicycle race hanging alongside his degree and license on the wall.

  It didn’t surprise me that Dr. Manning was not only intelligent, but also so physically active. The young physician was only in his early thirties. He was tall and muscular with classically handsome features. The curls of his dark blonde hair had been closely cropped, framing his steel blue eyes in dignified fashion. He had the body of an athlete and one of the most pleasant bedside manners among the doctors at the hospital. Most importantly, he was single.

  Consensus among the nurses was that they imagined him to be anything but dignified in private. There had been rumors about his sexual prowess at his previous hospital, but none of the nurses on staff here had first-hand knowledge. I wouldn’t mind being the one to find out if it were true. I resisted the urge to touch myself as I stood alone in his office, surrounded by the evidence of his masculinity. I could even smell his intoxicating scent lingering around the room from the last time he was in here. I bit my lip as I thought about what it might feel like to have his large, but delicate hands on my body.

  I leaned against his desk with my eyes closed and my head tilted slightly back, lost in a little daydream about my new boss. The door opened, startling me, and the doctor walked inside. I had expected to hear footsteps approaching, but apparently this room didn’t transmit sound well. I straightened and smoothed my uniform as he approached me. My nervousness returned promptly as he entered the room. I dreaded hearing what he was about to say after my error in the patient’s room.

  “Lydia, you came highly recommended to me as a nurse. I spoke with several other doctors and have observed you with patients several times prior to bringing you onboard with my staff. I think you are probably a fine nurse. However, what I just witnessed with that patient was unacceptable. If you cannot locate a vein, then you can’t just keep trying in the same place. Move on and find somewhere more viable. I was able to easily insert the IV through a vein in the young lady’s hand. Are we clear?”

  I nodded my head in agreement, trying not to fall apart as I was chastised on my first day in his employ. I felt ashamed that I hadn’t considered her hand or moved to the other arm.

  “Very good. Now, I’ve decided that we will spend some time going over some of the activities you will perform in this office so that I can observe your technique and teach you my preferred method of doing things,” he said.

  I looked up, surprised by his pleasant tone. “Yes, sir,” I replied meekly.

  “Good. Then let us get started with the basics first,” he told her. “I’m not going to waste time watching you and then correcting any processes that I don’t feel are proper. Instead, I’m going to demonstrate how I want each item done so that you can observe my methods first hand. Sit up on my desk.”

  I watched as he removed the stethoscope around his neck and picked up a nearby blood pressure cuff. He placed the cuff on my arm and began squeezing the bulb so that it filled with air. Once it was inflated, he placed his stethoscope on the inside of my arm. My heartbeat increased rapidly as the back of his hand brushed against my breast. I hoped it wasn’t
making my blood pressure rise enough for him to notice. If it did, he didn’t comment. Once he was satisfied that I understood, he moved on.

  “Next, I want to show you how to properly assess breathing and heart sounds. I will need for you to remove your shirt.”

  My eyes widened. “...Remove my shirt? But usually--”

  “Don’t make me repeat myself, Lydia. I’m telling you how we do things around here.”

  I couldn’t imagine that he would need my shirt off to demonstrate, but I wasn’t about to insult him by questioning his methods. I unbuttoned my shirt, slid it off and laid it on the desk beside me. It was cold in his office, and my nipples were hard beneath my sheer lace bra. He seemed to be looking right at them as he warmed the stethoscope between his hands before placing it on my chest.

  I noticed how his hand brushed against my breast again as he performed his demonstration of how to check heart and lungs. Twice couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? I couldn’t say that I minded, but I was afraid that he would notice how fast my heart was racing if he continued to stand so close to me and brush against me. After a few more demonstrations of routine office procedures, Dr. Manning began to discuss some of our more intimate patient requirements.

  “Because I am a general practitioner, our office will sometimes perform more private exams for our patients. One thing you will be responsible for, Lydia, are breast exams, as well as education on how to perform self-exams. I will need for you to remove your bra for this demonstration.”

  I hesitated. “...Are you serious?”

  His stare pierced right through me. And true to his words, he did not repeat himself.

  With a flutter in my belly, I did as I was told, laying it on top of my shirt and feeling more than a little self-conscious about being exposed. As I sat there, my hard nipples now fully exposed to him, he stepped close to me and reached for my arm, pulling it upward and sliding my hand behind my head. His hands were warm as he showed me the proper way to feel for abnormalities. Taking his time, he felt his way around my breast.

  He pulled my arm back down and repeated the process on the other side. Surely, there was no need for him to demonstrate on both breasts, was there? He finished the second portion of his breast exam and brought my arm back down by my side. Standing before me, he looked down at my breasts for a moment before reaching forward and cupping both of them in his hands. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he did this.

  “Perfectly symmetrical, nurse,” he informed me. “That is very unusual. Only a very tiny percentage of unaltered breasts do not vary in size to some degree. You are a rare specimen, indeed.”

  A swell of heat coursed through my cheeks. “Oh...thank you, Dr. Manning.”

  I couldn’t help but note that he continued to hold my breasts cupped in his hands as he spoke. He smiled at me and finally released them, letting them fall back into place.

  “Okay, we’ll need to improvise a bit for this next demonstration, and it will be difficult for you to see, but you should be able to feel and follow my instructions. Please stand and remove the rest of your clothing for me,” he said.

  I raised an eyebrow in his direction. I didn’t know if he was coming on to me, or if it was just all in my head, but either way, I was finding myself quite aroused and willing to do whatever he wanted.

  As I undressed, the doctor removed the items on his desktop, laying them in his chair. He then instructed me to sit on the end of his desk and lie back. As I did this, he raised my feet up onto the edge of the desk and pulled my crotch to the edge, pushing my legs outward until my feet were on either edge as if I were in stirrups. I watched as he squirted some sort of lubricant onto his fingers and warmed it between them.

  “Now, normally, we would wear gloves during a pelvic exam, but I don’t seem to have any in the office, so we will have to make do with this demonstration. You will feel a little pressure as I begin the exam. That is perfectly normal.”

  What happened next was not nearly normal.

  Dr. Manning slid two fingers inside of me and rolled them around the walls of my pussy from one side to the other. I felt myself getting moist as he touched me in such a private way. Once he had completed that portion of the exam, he knelt down to get a closer look. I could feel his hot breath against my clit and waited for him to stick his tongue inside of me. Instead, he instructed me to get up from the table and stand, leaving me aching for his touch again. As I stood naked before him, he began to discuss prostate exams.

  “It is a bit more difficult to demonstrate a prostate exam since you are female, but I can show you the basics. Please bend over the desk for me.”

  I turned around and lay across his desk, my bare ass exposed to him as I leaned forward per his instructions. I could hear his voice from directly behind me as he spoke.

  “First, you place your finger inside the anus like this,” he said, sliding a finger into my ass.

  “Ohh,” I moaned.

  “Once you have determined that there are no abnormalities, you can remove your finger, but you might have to feel around for a moment or two to be certain.”

  I lay there as he slowly rolled his finger around in my ass, sliding it back and forth a bit probing for any irregularities. Once he was done, he removed his fingers and reached between my legs, wrapping his thumb and index finger around my clit and sliding them up and down.

  “What I am doing now is using your clitoris as a tiny version of a penis and checking for any abnormalities in that area,” he said.

  What you are doing is getting me so hot and bothered that I want to jump off this table and rip your clothes off. He slid his fingers back and pressed gently on the area between my vagina and anus and told me to cough. I did as instructed, and he removed his fingers.

  “I think that will cover all that I need to demonstrate for you today, Lydia. Do you feel that you can complete any of these tasks as they may be required of you?”

  I stood up from the table and reached for my clothes. I began to put my clothes back on, actually feeling a little disappointed that the training had not continued a bit further.

  “No, do not get dressed just yet. I think that most of the things I have taught you here today you should be able to replicate without issue, but since you are not as familiar with male genitalia as you are with your own, I am a bit concerned that you may not be able to complete the prostate exam adequately. I would like for you to demonstrate using me as your patient.”

  “No problem, Dr. Manning. Could you please remove your pants for me and bend over?” I said, in my most professional sounding tone while being still naked. As he proceeded to get undressed, I located the tube of lubricant he had used earlier and coated my fingers with it, rolling the fluid around between my digits to warm it up. When I turned around, I discovered that the good doctor had not only removed his pants, but all of his clothing.

  I did not comment. Instead, I walked around behind him and instructed him to bend over.

  “Now, you are going to feel a bit of pressure as I insert my finger, but this won’t take long,” I told him. He leaned forward as I slid a single finger inside of him, rolling it around to check his tight passage and then deliberately finger fucking him with it for a few moments before removing it.

  “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Let’s check to see if there are any problems up front. Could you please stand and turn around for me? I believe it will be much easier for me to check if I have a better view,” I said softly. If the doctor hadn’t realized that I was on to him by the time I finished my naughty anal probing, then he most certainly would now. His cock was rock hard as he turned to face me. I reached forward and wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly up and down as I maintained eye contact with him.

  “It is my opinion, doctor, that nurses don’t usually perform most of the exams you have just demonstrated for me. They are usually performed only by the doctor and not usually on his nurse. However, I am quite pleased to tell you that you don’t seem to have any irregularitie
s, and that your penis seems to be fully functional. Perhaps, you would like to demonstrate its proper use for me now?” I said coyly.

  Dr. Manning smiled broadly. “It seems that you have caught on to my little game, Lydia. I suppose that I now have to admit that I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day I arrived in this hospital and saw you,” he said. Then, without missing a beat, he said, “Now, if you will please bend over my desk, I will show you the proper use of the male genitalia you are stroking with your hand.”

  I let go of his manhood and bent over his desk as instructed. He reached between my legs and began fingering my clit, getting me ready for his demonstration. I bit my lip in order to remain quiet as he slid the length of his long shaft inside my eager hole and began rocking his hips back and forth, fucking me slowly and deeply. A low moan escaped, and I quickly caught myself, pressing my lips together in silence. Though his office was distanced from the main lobby, I still feared that other members of the staff might overhear us.