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

by Alora Matisse

  She was desperate for more, but she was not expecting what happened next. The same thick, merciless fingers which had pumped her throbbing pussy so deliciously earlier were rammed roughly into her ass as he thrust into her, still lubricated from her juices and his saliva. She cried out loudly, shocked at the intrusion. It felt strange, uncomfortable even, but juxtaposed with the intense pleasure of his harsh thrusts it was exciting and arousing. She had never done something like this before, and the thought of going farther than she had ever done in her life on her boss’s desk, with the boss’s son no less, turned her on to such an extent that she actually groaned and thrust her ass backward, spearing herself more fully on his cock and fingers, begging for more.

  She received it. His fingers hooked and probed against the delicate flesh of her ass as he wiggled them in deeper, and the sensation was accompanied by bolts of pleasure as his rock hard manhood penetrated her again and again, spreading her wide and causing her thighs to tremble violently, her muscles no longer supporting her.

  She felt the loss of his cock pushing hard into her and whimpered with disappointment. As his fingers gave one last thrust into her ass and were removed, though, she realized what was about to happen and had just enough time to feel overwhelmed with fear and excitement before he slammed his rigid, slick cock, throbbing and pulsing, into her tight, heated anus.

  Tears stung in her eyes at the pain she was feeling, and she instinctively tried to pull away – this had been a mistake! But Tyler yanked her hips violently, pulling her back onto him and thrusting relentlessly into her ass. She could hear his shuddering breathing and guttural moans as he sheathed himself into her impossibly tight heat. She was helpless as he thrust again and again, just as hard and uncompromising as he had been as he was fucking her pussy. She gritted her teeth against the pain and burning as he pulled out again only to shove into her even more roughly than before. She decided she’d just have to endure it. But another thrust, and she moaned reflexively – somehow he had hit something inside her which felt just amazing. She wiggled her ass, eager to experience the feeling again. He gave another jerky thrust and she cried out, stars forming before her eyes. Now she awaited his forceful thrusts eagerly, the tight coil of pleasure in her stomach building as he penetrated her again and again, sending delicious, deep-seated pleasure coursing through her. The burning sensation was dull now, secondary to the mind-numbing pleasure she was receiving.

  She could feel that Tyler was close; his cock was pulsing unbearably inside her, and his thrusts were becoming erratic if no less violent. As her second orgasm took her, her muscles twitching and her limbs giving out altogether, she felt the warm shots of his seed inside her which told her that he, too, had just come.

  She was still trying desperately to regain her breath and the use of her limbs as he pulled out. It took her a few moments to get shakily to her feet and straighten her skirt, pulling it back down over her messy thighs. She felt the insistent sting and ache of her abused pussy and ass, and winced at the thought of having to sit at a desk for eight straight hours again tomorrow. Smoothing the material, she glanced up at Tyler, who was scooping her torn panties from the floor. She blushed as he sniffed them appreciatively and offered them to her. She stuffed them hastily into her pocket.

  “Did that make up for almost a year of going without?” he asked, his voice laced with seduction.

  “I – um – yes!” Christine said, trying to get her sluggish tongue to work. She was unsure of herself now that their passionate encounter was at an end. She scrambled for something to say. “Do you come here often?”

  “Not much,” Tyler shrugged. Christine felt her heart sink in disappointment even as she told herself it was for the best. “I might be making a few late night visits though, any time you’re working late,” he said with a smile. “If that’s ok?”

  “Of course,” Christine said eagerly. “It’ll give me something to look forward to at the end of a hard day’s work.”

  She noticed a tingle of anticipation pass between them as they put the papers back on Mr. Calver's desk.

  The Switch

  by Alora Matisse

  Themes: BDSM

  Leah had always been strong. She had always been a sporty girl and competitive sports were what she excelled in especially martial arts. In fact, she met her husband at a Kendo tournament. He was the first guy to lay her flat on her bottom since she became a black belt, and for some odd and slightly masochistic reason, that got under her skin more than any man she had ever known. That’s when she decided that he was the one for her. At first they just started out as sparring partners, and Leah did her best to catch his attention enough for him to ask her out. It didn’t take him long; after three sessions in the dojo together, during which they both claimed many victories over each other, he decided that she was the girl for him.

  Aidan was without a doubt the most beautiful man she had ever known; his short hair was like black silk, and his eyes were blue as sapphires. Leah didn't necessarily believe in love at first sight, but with Aidan, it was definitely lust at first sight. She wanted him in her bed as soon as possible but he, surprisingly for a male, held off for three weeks. Leah didn't necessarily know why. She was tempted to ask him one evening, but she was afraid it would ruin the romantic mood he had created. He was a perfect lover, and she was willing to let sleeping dogs lie.

  However, Aidan had ideas beyond typical romance. It wasn't long before he introduced her to the mysterious and intoxicating world of dominance and submission. At first, she had been very apprehensive. After all, there were a lot of questionable things involved in a love life like that. In fact, it wasn't just the love life they were involved in; it was a way of life, and Leah wasn't entirely sure it was a way of life she would be comfortable with. The things involved in it were pain, humiliation, tears, and much more. At first glance, they were all things that no one would want to subject themselves to, but Aidan assured her that there were many rewards to be had.

  Eventually he convinced her to give the lifestyle a try. He stripped her, tied her to the bed face down (both her ankles and wrists), and whipped her with a riding crop. He had been very gentle that first time, but he had used enough force to cause a slight amount of pain and a great amount of pleasure. From that day on, Leah was hooked on the lifestyle. She would routinely do things that called for punishment and then revel in the pain, the anticipation, and the pleasure that would come later. Once Aidan decided that she was immersed enough in the lifestyle, he began to give her formal training.

  When the training was completed, and she was turned into a fully trained submissive, she was still the same competitive, strong, high-spirited woman that she was when they first met, but she had discovered something deeper and darker inside herself. She had discovered masochistic needs that only her beloved Aidan could fulfil, and that is why on the one-year anniversary of her completion of training, she asked Aidan to marry her.

  When she popped the question one night to Aidan over a home-cooked dinner and a nice bottle of wine, he was stunned for a second. At first, he didn't process the question properly. He had of course thought about Leah being his wife, but he had always assumed that he would be the one to ask the question. But then again, Leah wasn’t the type of woman to wait for anything she wanted. He smiled and said simply, “Yes. Yes I’ll marry you.”

  She practically jumped across the table to give him a kiss. It wasn't long before that kiss became more passionate, and soon Aidan had picked her up in his arms and carried her to their shared bedroom. He knew that this day was the anniversary of the completion of her training so he thought that a proper tribute to the day had to be paid. Therefore, he reached into the nightstand where they kept all their toys and removed a familiar length of soft rope.

  Leah had an epiphany. If she and Aidan were going to be partners for the rest of their lives, then there would have to be give and take on both sides. She thought about seeing what it was like to be on top for a change. Her fiancé wa
s lying on top of her on the bed kissing her passionately when she roughly grabbed his shoulders and switched their places in an impressive move that she had learned in judo years ago.

  “Seeing as this is our anniversary, I thought we should do something very special and unique. And what is more unique than letting me take the reins for a while?”

  Aidan looked up at her like he didn't know what to say. Then a wicked grin came across his face.

  “Okay Lee, if you think you can handle it.” He really only called her Lee during scenes when he was talking to her in a gentle tone. She knew that this meant he was questioning whether or not she could do his job properly.

  Now Leah and Aidan were quite different than any other dominant and submissive couple. Many people at the BDSM club they frequented had commented on that fact. Their relationship was rather competitive, and it was like they were constantly trying to outdo each other. Even during scenes, Aidan would deliberately provoke her, which wasn't all that strange for a dom; what was strange was when she provoked back. Even when she obeyed her orders like any sub should, she did it in a manner that provoked her dom and dared him to do more.

  They were constantly competing with each other, and they both knew that this night was just going to be another competition between the two of them. They were both determined to prove that they could do the other’s job better than their partner could do theirs.

  Leah tried to grab the rope out of her fiancé’s hand, but he gripped it and wouldn’t let go. She was tempted to smile at this game that was already starting, but if she didn’t act serious then she knew that she wouldn’t come across as a good dom. So she pinched Aidan under the arm, and in his surprise, his grip loosened. She managed to pull the rope out of his grasp and tie his hands to the headboard very quickly. Of course Aidan could have struggled, but he was just as eager to prove his capabilities as a sub as his fiancé was to prove hers as a dom.

  Once Leah was sure that Aidan wasn’t going anywhere, she decided the fun would begin. She went to the cupboard and pulled out a little box. Inside was a switch blade. She flicked it open threateningly and grinned at him. She took great delight in the fact that his eyes widened in shock and slight fear, but she was even more gratified to see that his pants had begun to tent.

  She then approached him and straddled him, holding the blade just above the point of contact with his body. She grasped his shirt and started slicing it off his body.

  “Hey!” He tried not to wriggle and accidently hurt himself on the knife that was so close to his body. “I liked that shirt.”

  “Shut up you whiny little bitch,” she said, her grin becoming even more wicked. “I’ll buy you a new one. Plus I’ll make its loss worth your while if you are a good boy for me.”

  “I am always a good boy, ma’am,” he said cheekily, reverting into his new role rather well. “There is nothing I enjoy more than pleasing you.”

  It took strength on Leah’s part not to soften when she heard those words and even more strength not to moan in appreciation as Aidan raised his hips to meet her pelvis, putting his stomach on display for her pleasure. ‘Damn,’ she thought. ‘Even as a sub he has got me wrapped tightly around his fucking finger. Well that is about to change.’

  She trailed the knife very gently and carefully down his stomach, pausing to trace his abs. It wasn’t nearly enough pressure to hurt, just enough to cause a tingling and leave a red mark. Aidan moaned wantonly and shivered. Leah didn’t know if she had caused it or if he was doing it deliberately to distract her.

  Whichever it was, she ignored it and threw the knife aside to leave her hands free to undo his belt and remove his trousers and underwear.

  Now that he was bared to the air, Leah took a moment to appreciate the indescribable beauty of the man she loved. As a dom, he was every sub’s dream; he had a broad, firm chest, abs to die for, strong arms, and long toned legs that made her mouth water. The thing was though, he wasn’t a dom right now, and having this powerful and beautiful man under her control was making her hotter and hotter.

  “Look at me, and don’t take your eyes off me. If you do, it will be five strokes with the crop and don’t talk either. Two strokes for every word you utter,” she said in a voice that sounded very commanding.

  He obeyed immediately and watched as she sensually undressed herself, pausing to caress every bit of her body that he loved. She ran her fingers down her neck and then kneaded her breasts roughly like he would, pinching her nipples as she did so. She then grasped her ankle with her hand and ran it up her leg until she got to her pussy. She stuck two fingers right in and moaned loudly and wildly.

  She closed her eyes when the sensation hit her but opened them again when she heard her fiancé gasp. She looked at his cock and saw that her little show had made him fully hard just like she knew it would…just like she planned.

  Now was the time to get him to surrender, and she knew it. She knew exactly how to make him surrender by having him give all the power to her. She approached him again and caressed his thighs and his abs and every place on him but his cock. She grabbed hold of his nipples and roughly squeezed them, eliciting a howl of pain and a groan of pleasure from him. She then reached underneath him and stroked his ass knowing how sensitive he was down there. This was his breaking point.

  “Please,” he cried. “Please God, Leah touch my cock. It’s so hard and aching. Please touch it.”

  Leah smiled; this is exactly what she wanted. She had ordered him not to talk, and she knew what he had done to her on many occasions when he had defied an order.

  “That was fifteen words boy,” she said, using the term she had heard many female doms use on their male subs in the club. “That means you get thirty strokes with the crop. And seeing as you want your cock touched so much, I will deliver five of those to your cock.” She smiled as Aidan shivered and squirmed. He rubbed his legs together, desperately trying to get friction, but it wasn’t working.

  “Turn over onto your stomach boy.” She reached over to get the crop out from the cupboard. He hesitated, and she lashed him viciously on the thigh, “Do as you are told boy, and you might get some cock relief. You might even get some pussy if you are a really good boy.”

  Leah knew she had won when he jumped to obey her, twisting around so that his arms which were still tied to the bed, crossed over each other. His breathing was fast and chaotic and just listening to him made Leah even hornier than she was before. This was her chance to prove that she was just as capable of being in the driver’s seat as her strong, loving fiancé was, and she was going to grab that chance with both hands.

  Although, she had to admit despite his couple of slip ups, Aidan was also making a pretty good sub. He was hot and wanton and very apt at making his dom horny. He would please her no matter what position she was in.

  She looked at his upturned bottom. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen in her life. Of course she had seen it many times before, but in the position she was usually in, she didn’t get much of a chance to appreciate it properly. Now she had a perfect view of that perfect part of his anatomy, and she was sure she could spend a whole day just looking at it. However, she had a job to do. Punishing her naughty sub.

  Leah found herself wondering why he had never been in this position before because after all, he had a bottom that was made for spanking.

  She brought the crop down fast and hard to shock him, and shock him she did. He hollered and jumped in his restraints. Leah smiled. If this was how he reacted to the first blow, how many more cries was he going to give? However, she was surprised when he stubbornly kept silent during the next few blows; that was the way she usually bated him, as if to say, ‘Is that all you got?’

  This made her even more determined to make him cry out; it was another challenge. Six, seven, eight, nine strokes, and he still wasn’t crying out. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, and he was still silent, though Leah could see that he was wavering. He was biting his lip viciously, and it
wouldn’t be long before he gave in.

  It was on stroke twenty-four that he finally called out, “Oh God, I can’t take anymore.”

  Leah smiled, “Would you like me to take some mercy on you?”

  He turned to glare at her, and in that moment, she knew that his pride wouldn’t let him beg for mercy so she just continued on with his punishment. His bottom was so red and marked. She found it so arousing. When she delivered the last, she leaned in and dragged her hot tongue across his burning ass cheeks and then reached underneath him to grab his cock. It was so hard; it was like a rock, and she knew that he had probably never been this aroused in his life.

  It was time to begin putting him out of his misery.

  Almost.

  She gripped his hips and flipped him over onto his back so that his long, thick cock was bared to the air once more. She wrapped her lips around it in the way she knew he loved; she created a little seal with her lips and then lowered her head down onto the length slowly. She then brought her head back up and lowered it down, grazing it just ever so slightly with her teeth. She felt him shiver and smiled around the length in her mouth.