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

by Alora Matisse

  “You look good,” I said. Leah did, her normally brown hair gleamed with high and low lights that had never been there before and her skin had a youthful glow to it. The jeans she wore flattered her trimmer figure, and they sat a little more snugly against her crotch and ass than the ones she had worn in the past.

  Maybe I should have an affair, I thought ruefully as I surveyed the cockier walk that twisted Leah’s hips all the way to the house, it might do me some good.

  The house was as cluttered and noisy as ever. The twins were seven and the baby, Jessica, was four. Toys littered the front hallway and stairs, a skateboard hung over a step, poised to trip anyone who accidentally stepped on it.

  A cartoon blared from the television set in the living room and noisy shouts and yells from the direction of the kitchen let us know a fight between the children was in full force, going into the room we saw that the twins had cornered Jessica and were tickling her unmercifully. Leah swooped in, separated them and then turned to me with an exasperated look on her face.

  “Listen, would you mind terribly watching them tonight? I have thing I need to get to.”

  The evasive way she spoke was the only clue I needed. I opened her mouth to demur but just then Logan strolled in and I forgot what I was about to say. He wore a faded pair of jeans that outlined his lean hips and narrow waist. My eyes dropped to his crotch, catching myself I yanked my gaze back up.

  “The boys were almost killing Jessica!” Leah yelled, “Where were you?”

  “Writing,” Logan said, “You know, that thing I do that pays the bills.”

  Leah began to shout and I, my face aflame, tried to make myself as small as possible. Any kind of physical confrontation upset me, to see my sister screaming at her husband so loudly was almost more than I could take.

  “No wonder I don’t sleep with you!” Leah screamed, “You are always holed up in your office and ignoring me and the kids!”

  “Perhaps if you were home, dear, you would have more time to make love to your husband.” Logan returned in a tightly controlled tone.

  I watched him walk away. The kids had begun to cry and Leah yelled at them to be quiet, “I can’t think with all of you yelling!”

  I felt pity for the three little kids sweep over me. I could remember all too well our own parents and their endless fighting, I had hated it then and I hated it going on around me at that moment so I went to the small bedroom that sat off the kitchen and dumped my bags on the narrow bed.

  “I’m sorry,” Leah said, sticking her head around the door frame. “I don’t know what’s going on with us, really.”

  “You’re having an affair.” I pointed out, that might be part of it.

  Leah craned her neck to look behind her and then she rubbed one foot against her calf, “Listen I’m going out. The kids will be fine. Give them some dinner, there’s a casserole in the oven and milk in the fridge. I’ll be home by ten.”

  She vanished while I was still protesting. Her tires practically screamed along the asphalt when she peeled out.

  ***

  The kids had destroyed the kitchen and my hair was sticky from spilled juice and the hot dog that one of the twins had flung at me. I had finally gotten them not only into bed but sleeping and I staggered through the dim hallway toward the first floor bathroom to take a long shower. The clock on one wall read eleven fifteen and there was still no sign of Leah or Logan. His office door was firmly closed and had been all day.

  I ran hot water, kicked the rubber duckies and other toys to one side and climbed in. I could feel the tension starting to ease out of my shoulders and neck but I was still determined to go home first thing in the morning.

  “I want to talk to you!”

  The shower curtain’s hooks rattled along the rod and I screamed, my hands dropping automatically to my crotch. I screamed and Logan yelled, “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” before hastily stepping back from the tub, He stormed back out of the bathroom and I sagged against the wall, my knees weak and my heartbeat still more rapid than I would have liked.

  I got out and toweled dry, dressed in my pajamas and headed for bed. I crawled under the slightly musty smelling covers and lay there for a long time wondering what it would have been like if he had gotten into the shower with me.

  ***

  “You can’t go home!”

  “I can and I will.”

  “But I need you here!” Leah cried.

  “Why, is your regular babysitter out of town or something?”

  “It’s not like that Rachel.” Leah slumped onto the bed and chewed at a fingernail.

  “Then what is it like? Because it seems to me you were too busy to come pick me up from the train station but not too busy to bail and leave me with your kids all night so you could go get laid.” A dull headache beat at my temples and I tossed a pair of pantyhose at my open suitcase.

  “Look, just stay tonight. I swear if you just stay tonight I will dump Roger and…and…” tears filled her eyes and I stopped tossing stuff at my suitcase. She blinked hard a few times and gave a mighty sniff before adding, “Please just stay tonight.”

  “Fine,” I said wearily, “But you had better not ditch those kids off on me again.”

  ***

  It was nine thirty and the kids had finally fallen asleep. Leah had been gone since early afternoon despite her promise to only be gone for an hour. The office door had been shut all day and walking past it several times I had smelled whisky.

  I went into the living room to wait for my wayward sister, so engrossed in staring out the window I didn’t hear the door open and Logan come out until he was right behind me. His hands were rough as he yanked me around to face him and I was too surprised to even try to stop him when he kissed me.

  His mouth was fierce, demanding and I could feel my knees going weak when his tongue slid between my lips and then explored every crease and crevasse of my mouth. His hands slid up to my shoulders, then back down the tender slope of my shoulders. I gasped for breath as he pushed me away, my back hit the wall hard and pictures rattled in their frames, one of them, a family portrait, fell to the carpet at my feet.

  His hands tore the flimsy silk of my blouse, the buttons popped off, tapping against the wall before they fell. I stared down at the family portrait and shame mixed in with the lust that had taken me over. He was my brother-in-law, my sister’s husband. He didn’t belong to me and he was family, it was so taboo, so forbidden that it took my breath away.

  Desire overrode shame as he yanked my skirt up around my waist and my panties down and off. His mouth went to my nipples, tugging and teasing while his hands kneaded roughly at the flesh surrounding the taut peaks.

  His fingers slid inside me so abruptly I had to fight for acceptance, he thrust inside me roughly, so roughly that pain and pleasure mingled, became indistinguishable and I moaned, trying to raise my hips so that he could penetrate me further.

  Headlights splashed across the window and I gasped. Fear caused my heartbeat to accelerate and I reacted with blind panic, I shoved him away. The headlights passed by and he grabbed me by my hair, tossing me casually onto the coffee table, sending small knick knacks and drink coasters flying across it and then off.

  A hysterical bubble of laughter escaped from me as he shoved his knee between my thighs and forced them open, “I’m going to fuck you harder than you have ever been fucked,” he growled, then he flipped me over.

  I lay there, my legs open, my ass raised and him behind me. My eyes went to the mess on the carpet, the carpet my sister had vacuumed just that afternoon and once more I felt humiliation sweep over me. What was I doing, why was I allowing it to happen? I should have gotten up and just walked away but his cock began to tease at the slick and willing entrance to my tunnel and I forgot about everything but the need that had risen inside me.

  He entered me fully in one long hard pump, his cock was long, hot and thick, his balls slapped against my ass and he pushed my arms up over my head, holding me capti
ve. I whimpered as pussy juice leaked down my slit and dripped onto the wooden surface below me. My nipples scraped painfully against the edge and if it had not been for him holding tightly to a fistful of my hair to steady himself I may have simply passed out from my head dangling below that table.

  His fingernails left stinging trails in my scalp and I gasped as an orgasm gushed from my pussy, soaking me and making him groan in pleasure.

  He pumped faster, his balls began to tighten and lift as he grunted, his free hand slapping lightly at my unprotected ass cheeks. The pain was minimal, the pleasure was intense and yet another orgasm spurted from me.

  Logan came wordlessly, his hard solid cock ramming into me even as it twitched and squirted hot seed inside my slit. He stood there for a few moments while the aftershocks of our orgasms died. He withdrew, leaving dribbles of come on my ass. I could feel that same mortification seeping in around the golden languor of the orgasm and I rolled off the table and crouched on the floor, my hands over my breasts in a protective gesture I was unaware of.

  “I have wanted to do that for so long,” Logan said. He smelled like the whisky I had scented earlier and his eyes were bloodshot but he looked like the experience had sobered him up somewhat.

  “Me too,” I admitted.

  “Leah is having an affair.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, and I was, I just didn’t know what to do about it.

  “I come to the city every well or so for a business. We could…” he let the words trail off.

  Before I could reply approaching headlights showed again in the windows. We scrambled to right our clothes and grab at the knick knacks, the table was so wet there was a puddle of come on it and I had to stifle a howl of laughter and Logan tossed me baby wipes from under the sofa.

  Leah walked in, her face filled with that post-coital glow, just as we got ourselves in some semblance of order. “I had such a rough day,” she said and walked toward her bedroom.” How was yours?”

  Logan grinned at me and winked, then went after her. I went into the small bedroom and packed my bags before calling a taxi. On the way to the train station I laid my head against the window and stared at my reflection, I had just let my sister’s husband fuck me, and I wanted more. If he did call me when he came to the city I was going to fuck him again, I knew that. I also knew it was wrong, and that two wrongs didn’t make it right but I didn’t care.

  Some things are worth lying for, if I said that to Leah she would likely agree, though she might not agree if she knew it was Logan I meant when I said it.

  Flashing Streetlights

  by KT Lynn

  Themes: public sex; rough sex

  An exposed train station was not exactly where I had envisioned spending a cold, rainy night. I had worked late, hoping the rain would stop before I left. It hadn’t. The wind cut straight through the wool of my blazer and the thin silk blouse underneath, creeping up under my pencil skirt and making me shudder. At least beneath the awning it was dry. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to shake damp strands of hair out of my face- the twist I’d put my hair in for work hadn’t survived the rain on the walk to the train station, and I was afraid my make-up hadn’t either.

  “Due to track maintenance, expect delays on some lines. Affected lines include lines 32, 78, 181, and 182.” The crackling announcement came over the loud speaker in a tinny female voice and I groaned, glancing back to the marquee. My train, which had been running on time just two minutes ago, suddenly displayed a DELAYED status. By one hour. Sighing, I sank down onto one of the cold metal benches.

  The slap of sodden shoes on concrete drew my attention to a man running across the street, jacket pulled over his head to protect him from the rain. He ducked under the awning and shrugged his jacket down, shaking the water from his dark wet hair like a dog. He looked familiar but it took me a moment to place him. He worked a floor above me, and we rode the elevator together occasionally.

  “Oh thank god, I thought I’d missed the train.” He gasped, bent over with his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

  “You won’t miss it for another hour.” I sighed. His relief quickly turned to annoyance as he caught his breath and walked a few steps close to her, reading the marquee.

  “Damn.” He paused a minute, hands on his hips, scowling. He glanced down at her and a soft smile curved his lips. “Hey, you’re Mary right? From the third floor?”

  “Yeah. And you’re…”

  “Sam.” He offered his hand and I shook it firmly, the contrast of his hot skin against the cold of the surrounding air enough to catch my breath slightly. I was reluctant to let go. His smile lingered as he watched me, and I think he could follow my train of thought as easily as reading a book. Slowly he drew his hand back, sliding his hand into his pocket.

  “So you waiting for line 181?”

  “Yeah. I normally try and catch the earlier one but I was trying to avoid the rain.” He chuckled and gave a half shrug. I smiled back.

  “Me too. I just want to get home at this point. I thought about taking a taxi but it’s just so expensive.”

  “Well, where do you live? Maybe we could share one and avoid waiting out here in the cold.” I hesitated a moment, but he seemed like a nice guy and I saw him every day at work. I sort of regretted never talking to him before, I’d never noticed just how green his eyes were.

  “Right around Juniper and Mayfair.” I gave the closest cross streets to my home, standing and brushing my pencil skirt off in case I’d picked up any dirt from the bench. He offered his arm like a gentleman.

  “Perfect, I’m only about half a mile from there. Let’s see if we can flag down a taxi.” He pulled me out into the rain, and we ran to the edge of the street. It surprised a laugh out of me for some reason, the spontaneous sprint, despite the fact that I was quickly soaked. His arm was so warm under my hand. Sam flagged down a taxi quickly and we practically fell into it, still laughing. He gave the driver my cross streets as I tried to straighten myself out, having practically ended up in his lap in my hurry to get out of the rain.

  His arm slipped around my waist, stilling my squirming to try and right myself on the seat. I was still half across his lap, my pencil skirt bunched up dangerously high. I caught my breath as his eyes darkened, sweeping down my body in a long, lingering look that I could almost feel.

  “Why Miss Mary, I didn’t know you were so forward.” He teased, his voice light but his arm tight around me giving lie to the more serious innuendo in his words. I pressed my hands into his chest, shifting a little in his lap so I didn’t feel quite as much like falling. The slowly growing bulge in his pants brushed my thigh and a suddenly heat in my core chased away the chill of the rain.

  “You shouldn’t make presumptions, Sam.” I replied, my voice breathy with sudden desire. One of his hands had fallen to rest on my knee, and even through my stockings I could feel the sensation as his palm slowly slid up my leg. I bit back a sigh as his hand warmed my chilled skin, chasing away the goose bumps. His fingertips dipped under the edge of my skirt, and I saw his eyes widen as he felt the lace topped edge of the thigh high stockings I wore instead of panty hose.

  My hands grabbed fistfuls of his damp shirt, and I pulled myself closer to him on impulse, pressing my lips to his. His arm around me tightened to hold me close as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, hot and demanding. His other hand was suddenly under my skirt, cupping my ass and keeping my tight against his body. I could feel his erection rubbing against my though through his slacks and a soft mewl escaped my, disappearing into his mouth still connected to mine. The rain beat against the windows, warping the light and sending strange shadows scattering across us with each one we passed, the steady squeak of the windshield wipers providing a strange but somehow soothing soundtrack.

  When he finally broke the kiss I was breathless, and could nothing but tilt back my head as his mouth slowly explored down my neck, nudging aside the collar of my blouse and suckling at the hollow of my throa
t. I let my hands wander, exploring his hard body underneath the well cut suit. I ran my fingers through his thick dark hair, still slick and wet from the rain. I tangled the fingers of one hand there, and let the other slide down his chest until my fingertips brushed over the hard bulge below his belt. I tugged at the zipper, gently easing it down. His breath was hot against my neck, panting with need and I took the opportunity to dip my head and catch his earlobe between my teeth, tugging playfully. A low groan escaped him and his grip on my tightened almost painfully.

  His hand left my ass, grazing over the bare skin between the top of my stocking and my panties, following it all the way around to the inside of my thigh. I squirmed in his lap, spreading my legs slightly as his fingers slipped under the crotch of my panties, tugging them aside. A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest and I pulled back just enough to look at him, confused. He just smiled, catching me in another kiss. It was hot and slick, all tongue and hard pressure, and oh so fucking hot. He pulled back just slightly, until our mouths were just barely touching.