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

by Alora Matisse

  I met Kieran a little over two years ago on a beach. I lived close to the ocean so it was my habit to go jogging on the beach every evening with my golden retriever not just to keep myself fit but also to let out all the stress from the day’s work. That evening, I was more stressed than usual, since I had just been assigned some urgent paperwork by my new, very demanding boss. Not only that – on my way home, I saw the guy I had been going out with for a few times who I had not heard from for the past three days with another woman and they were so caught up with each other that he didn’t notice me. I had been hoping that he would be ‘the one’ especially since I was already twenty-seven and most of my friends had already gotten hitched or engaged, and I really liked him, too. Like many time before, I had fallen too soon for another jerk.

  It must have been affecting me more than I thought it would, since in the middle of jogging, I suddenly broke down crying. It was then that Kieran appeared. Like a knight in shining armor coming to the aid of a damsel in distress, which I must have looked exactly like, he offered me his handkerchief and asked me if I was alright. I could have just said ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but I found myself spilling out all of my troubles while he listened. Later on, when he finally had the chance to talk, I learned that he had moved in to the neighborhood three weeks ago and that he had been watching me on my evening jogs, admiring my stamina and dedication from afar, and he said it would be nice if we became friends.

  We ended up being more than friends. We started dating after a week, although looking back, I suppose going to the taco place around the corner that night we met after I had dried all my tears could have counted as a first date. We had sex on our third date and in spite of all my apprehension since I wasn’t totally confident about my skills in bed, it was amazing for us both. A month later, we moved in together and we have been together ever since.

  This week marked the anniversary of our second year together. Setting aside our busy schedules, we had decided to book ourselves a luxurious suite at a couples resort on the island of Antigua in the Caribbean. It was as beautiful as it looked in the photos we had seen online and our suite was as luxurious as I had imagined, with a large, canopied bed, a spacious bathroom with a bathtub and jacuzzi and a balcony overlooking the ocean. The best part, however, was that I got to enjoy all of it with Kieran.

  Suddenly impatient to reach our suite so I could have Kieran all to myself, I pulled away and beckoned for him to chase me, crooking my finger and giving him my most seductive smile before I started running off. Grinning in response, he started chasing me. Thanks to all that jogging, I was able to make it to the door of our suite before he caught up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and immediately claiming his reward – a kiss.

  It wasn’t just any kiss, though, but one that burned with passion and a hunger for more and I leaned my head back as I allowed his tongue to come in and play with mine, while I struggled to search for the key inside my purse which had suddenly seemed like a bottomless pit.

  I was already out of breath when I found the key to our suite. Inserting it into the slot, I turned the knob and went in, followed by Kieran, and no sooner had we entered did we start stripping each other’s clothes, not minding that they were landing everywhere, exchanging heated strokes and frantic kisses in between.

  When I was completely naked, he pushed me down on top of the bed and took one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily while his hand toyed with the other, rolling the stiffened, sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When his hand moved down between my legs to play with my clit at the same time as he inserted a finger inside me, I felt my body arch off the bed as I moaned before pushing down on his finger, wanting more, wanting it deeper, faster.

  Instead of inserting another finger, though, he removed the one that was already in me, making me whimper, and he crawled down until his mouth was on me, licking, sucking, driving me wild.

  I did not last long. Shivering, moaning and clinging to the sheets beneath me, I came without shame into his mouth. When the tide of pleasure had subsided, I propped myself up on my elbows, my chest still heaving and watched him as he licked his lips, his eyes still raging with desire.

  Just looking into those eyes made my body feel hot all over again, but at the same time, I did not want to just have sex. Quickly, I tried to think of something else we could do to make the night sizzle, suddenly feeling more adventurous than I ever was before, perhaps because I was buzzed or perhaps it was the effect of the Caribbean atmosphere. I remembered that the resort had hot tubs and there was one just a few feet away from our suite.

  Inspired, I got out of the bed, causing Kieran to lift an eyebrow at me.

  “Where are you going, Heather?” he asked.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” I told him, giving him a light peck on the cheek. “We’re only just beginning.”

  I grabbed his hand and walked towards the door but he suddenly stopped me.

  “You’re going out naked?” he asked, giving me a weird look.

  I did not blame him for looking at me like I was acting crazy. After all, I was acting crazy and in another circumstance, I would have reacted the same way. “Not me,” I told him. “We are going out.”

  “Without clothes?”

  “Yes.” I nodded. “It wouldn’t be fun otherwise, would it?”

  He paused and I could tell he was debating whether or not to go along with me. When he finally smiled, I felt a flood of relief and excitement.

  “Alright, let’s do it,” he said.

  I did not need to be told twice. I ran out the door, pulling him behind me. The air felt cool all over my bare skin, especially against my breasts, but I paid it no heed, running as fast as I could in the direction of the hot tub. As I caught sight of it, I heaved a sigh of gratitude to find that it was empty and once there, I splashed right in, savoring how pleasant the hot water was as it caressed my cool skin, quickly warming it.

  Kieran splashed in right beside me, immersing himself completely in the water. After surfacing, he drew me close to him, pressing his body against mine as he kissed me so that I could feel his still hard cock nudging my thigh.

  Remembering that he still had not received any pleasure while I had already achieved release once, I gently stroked his cock, relishing the shiver that went through him as a result. Just as I was contemplating if I could handle blowing him under water, he led me to the side of the hot tub and lifted himself up to sit on the edge, parting his legs.

  Understanding his invitation, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his hard cock, which pulsated at my touch, and licked its tip, swirling my tongue around the head before lapping up the precum that had started to leak from the slit. I proceeded to lick down and around the length of it, which was about five inches, and rather than stopping at the base, I used my tongue on his balls, cupping them gently. As always, the attention to his testicles caused him to moan and when I looked up at his face as I started to take his cock inside my mouth, I realized that his eyes were half-lidded and his lips slightly parted, which meant that he was so into what we were doing that he had already forgotten or no longer cared that we were in public. Either that, or the fact that we were in public was turning him on all the more.

  As for me, I didn’t care if anyone came by and saw us. We weren’t violating any rules, after all. If anything, we were doing what couples were expected to do at a couples resort and what I was sure other couples were planning to do, if they weren’t already doing it.

  As if confirming my suspicion, I suddenly heard a splash from behind me.

  “We have company,” Kieran announced, his tone carrying a sense of displeasure at being interrupted.

  I took my mouth off him and turned my head around. ‘Company’ happened to be a woman who looked to be no older than twenty-two with tanned skin and medium-length wavy brown hair and a muscular, black man with a tattoo on his left bicep. Like me and Kieran, they were naked, their clothes discarded on the side of the hot
tub, and they were starting to get it on, as well, caught up in a fierce battle of tongues.

  Not wanting to be outdone – it was as if they were issuing a challenge, after all – I went back to my task, puffing my cheeks and taking Kieran inch by inch inside my mouth until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat, at which point I made an effort to suppress my gag reflex – a trick I had learned to master a long time ago. As I started sucking, I fondled his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers, and all too soon, he was the one moving, gripping my hair almost painfully and thrusting into my mouth.

  I placed a hand on his hip in an effort to keep him still or at least, slow him down, but it was too late. He moved even faster before jerking to a stop, his cum filling my mouth with some oozing straight down my throat.

  I pulled my mouth off him to swallow his cum, wiping the droplets that had leaked out from the corner of my lips with the back of my hand. A wolf-whistle from behind me reminded me that we still had company and when I turned my head, I realized that they had been watching us the whole time, though now that we had stopped, they went back to their own sexual agenda, the woman pushing the man so that he was sitting on the bench on the side of the hot tub and then climbing on top of him, moaning as she lowered herself down to have her lover’s cock inside her with just one swift movement, gripping his shoulders for support.

  I was so amazed at her boldness that for a moment, I could not take my eyes off them. Kieran, however, reminded me of the reason we came to the hot tub in the first place as he slipped back into the hot tub, turned me around and kissed me, his tongue mapping every inch of my mouth while his hand squeezed my breast.

  When he broke the kiss, he was hard again and I, too, was once more feverish with pleasure, my mind filled with no other thought but of him. I wanted him. I wanted his large, hot cock inside me.

  As if he had read my mind, he suddenly pushed me against the side of the hot tub so that my knees were on the bench and I was leaning over the edge. Seconds later, I felt the tip of his cock prodding against me and I pushed back against it, giving him permission to enter.

  He entered me slowly, though with how wet my cunt was both from the water of the hot tub and the haze of pleasure around me, he could not have hurt me even if he entered me in just one thrust. Grabbing my hips, he started to move and when he hit that sweet spot inside me, I almost came again.

  All of a sudden, he stopped moving, then slowly turned me around, nudging me so that I ended up sitting on the edge of the hot tub. Before I knew it, he was inside me again, and this time, his pace was so fast and hard that I had to wrap my arms around his back, my nails digging into his skin.

  I squeezed my eyes shut in pleasure as he hit my sweet spot again and when I opened them, I found myself staring into the eyes of the other woman who was in the same position across me. For some reason, we could not remove our gazes from each other. What I found even stranger, though, was that I liked the fact that she was watching me and Kieran, her lust-filled stare causing my body to become even warmer, tingling all over, and I could feel my pussy tightening around Kieran and getting wetter by the second, getting closer and closer to my orgasm.

  I felt her eyes on me even as I came, trembling as I wrapped my arms even tighter around Kieran, whose orgasm followed at the heels of my own, his heart pounding against my chest as he filled me to the brim.

  The cloud of pleasure cleared just in time for me to glimpse the other couple reaching their own orgasms, seemingly simultaneously, with loud moans and grunts, and then, there was only silence as we all tried to catch our breaths.

  I did not know how long the silence lasted, though it seemed a long time before Kieran pulled out of me and I slid down to the bench to immerse myself again in the water and relax. I did not get to relax long, though, because I suddenly heard someone clearing their throat. When I looked, I realized, with a little shock now that I was no longer in a haze of pleasure, we had even more company. From the looks on their faces, it seemed as if they had been watching us the whole time.

  I blushed, embarrassed, not knowing what to say or whether or not I should even say anything. Then, one of the women started undressing and when she saw that I had a quizzical expression, she said, “What are you waiting for? If you’re done using the tub, it’s our turn.”

  Nodding, I got out of the tub, holding Kieran’s arm for support. As we did, I suddenly saw the other woman in front of me, dressed in a drenched shirt and handing me a sweater.

  “You don’t have any clothes or a towel, do you?” the woman said.

  “How did you know?” I asked, accepting the sweater and draping it around my shoulders to ward off the chill.

  “Well…” She glanced at the man beside her before continuing. “We’ve actually been talking about you two, since you two seem like such a sweet and good-looking couple and all, and when we happened to see you running out of your suite naked, we couldn’t help but wonder what the two of you were up to.”

  “Oh,” I said, not knowing exactly how to respond to her confession.

  “I’m Elise, by the way,” she said. “And this is my boyfriend, Luke.”

  “My name is Heather,” I introduced myself. “And the man you’ve seen…I mean the man I’m with...this man here is Kieran. We’ve been going out for about two years already.”

  “Wow!” Elise said. “Well, it seems like the passion’s still there, isn’t it, Luke?”

  Luke just nodded.

  “I hope Luke and I will last that long, too,” Elise added. “Well, I won’t keep you two waiting, especially since I think your man’s getting a little cold, too, but I’m sure we’ll see each other again here at the resort. Who knows? We might even see each other same time tomorrow night right here.”

  She winked then turned around.

  “It was a pleasure meeting you, Elise,” I called out to her as she left.

  “It was a pleasure for me, too.” Elise looked over her shoulder to answer. “If you know what I mean.”

  With another wink, she walked away, Luke’s arm wrapped around her. I, in turn, took Kieran’s hand and we made another dash, this time back to our suite so we could take a shower.

  As we did, I thought about what Elise had said and remembering how I had been so turned on by her gaze, I grinned. I was definitely looking forward to meeting her again.

  Undercover Lover

  by Stephanie Silvers

  Themes: public sex; erotic romance

  Part I

  I was exhausted. It had been a long day at my new office; the day spent trying to play catch-up as the new kid at the firm and also to New York City. Everyday, it seemed, there was some essential facet of New York culture or humor I couldn’t get. Added to that my stress from the job itself, and I was wiped out.

  At the front door to my apartment, I juggled my briefcase, a bottle of merlot, and my mail while trying to put the key in the lock.

  Dammit!

  I shoved the wrong key into the lock, the one from my old boyfriend’s apartment in Atlanta instead of mine. The bottle of wine in its paper bag shifted, began slipping through my hands.

  Crap!

  “Let me help you with that,” a low male voice said a moment before strong hands rescued the bottle from my floundering grasp.

  “Thank you.” I barely glanced up at my Sir Galahad as I tried to keep the mail from hitting the floor.

  I relinquished the bottle only to have the mail go flying.

  “Oh great…” I groaned with exasperation as the coupons and bills flew like confetti at my feet.

  I looked up from picking up my mail and caught my breath. It was the gorgeous new guy in the building. I’d noticed him as he moved into the apartment down the hall a few weeks ago. At the time, I thought he had a lot of things for a single man, nearly a dozen chairs, large mirrors, a few paintings, and a cute little bistro table I caught myself admiring almost as much as I had admired him.

  Up close, he was even more gorgeous than I thought.
Big, melting brown eyes, a neatly clipped beard that framed a full and sensual mouth, a slim but muscular body apparent under the white dress shirt and slacks he wore. He had his jacket draped over his arm, my bottle of wine clenched in his fist.

  “I’m Dana,” I said, smiling. Mail safely secured under my arm, I stood straight, shoving out the full curve of my breasts so it was more apparent against my pale yellow blouse. I was glad I’d worn my stilettos from the train instead of exchanging them for my ballet flats as I would normally do on the ride from work.

  As I reached out to shake his hand, I noticed his wedding band, a platinum flash against his dark skin. I flinched on the inside, my stomach dropping in disappointment. Consciously I scaled back my welcoming smile, made it more friendly, less sexy.