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

by Alora Matisse

  The empty shower was a relief to see. Rujeo knew he wouldn’t make it home without cumming. He was full for her, the little slut that dared him with her body. He reached down and took his member in his hand. Familiar, slow strokes brought the hardness Rujeo had come to expect. Chelsea, he whispered quietly, Oh, Chelsea.

  I quietly tiptoe to the door of the shower room, knowing he was alone. As I step around the bare opening, I see him from the back, his left hand is braced against the wall, stabilizing him as his right hand moves back and forth in a movement I recognize. Sneaking up behind him, I step close to his back, his breath catches as he feels my presence, but he doesn‘t miss a stroke of his member. My left hand circles his waist, as my right hand finds his, and I match his rhythm. His moan brings an unsolicited whisper from my lips, “I want you,” it says, and I feel his body relax.

  He turned toward her slowly, not wanting to ruin the electric moment that engaged them. With a quick movement, Rujeo jerked the netting from her hair, letting the blonde curls fall to her shoulders. Water from the shower flowed over them as their lips met in a seductive kiss. Both of them knew the denied moment had finally come. He lifted her in his arms and took her to the bench in the locker room.

  I didn’t wait for him to guide me, knowing that his dick belonged in my mouth. I wanted it there. My hand closed around his shaft and brought the swollen rod to my wet lips, which circled it as if it had come home. My tongue finds the taste of salty pre-cum lodged in the slit of its head, and I suck, while he pushes it deeper into my willing mouth. He presses toward me, putting his hands behind my head, helping me work into a methodic movement that pleases him. “Do it, bitch,” he says. “You wanted it, take it, prove what you can do!” Don’t let him humiliate you, I encourage myself. As our cadence of love increases, so does his roughness.

  Without any warning, Rujeo yanked Chelsea up from the bench, pulling her half by her neck and half by her arm. Her melancholy quickly transitioned to shock. He slapped her across the face; when her hand flew up in protection, he pulled it behind her and backed her up to the wall.

  He is overpowering, his height towers over me like a mountain, but every ounce of my resolve vows to meet him head on. With my free hand, I grab his nuts, squeezing them until he loosens his grip on me. Grab ’em by the balls and their head will soon follow, my mind remembered from some distant place, as the point proved itself true. He pulls at my hand, his eyes begging me to let go. Slowly I release him, my eyes conveying to him that he would have me, but he wouldn’t control me. I slap him across his jaw and watch his mouth bear straight, white teeth as he fights for self-control.

  He realizes that he’s met his match, and she likes it rough. Rujeo again pushes her up against the wall, partially lifting her with a hand between her legs, a typical ice dancing lift. Chelsea doesn’t resist; a throaty groan signals compliance and pleasure. She wraps her legs around him, offering her pussy for his taking. His cock finds its mark, and Rujeo lets it toy slightly at her clit, determined to make her beg for it.

  I try to guide him into me, but he draws back. “Not now,” his hoarse voice tells me. “Not yet.” His mouth is taking my tit into his mouth, I can hardly keep my knees from defying my weight. Teeth lightly bite the hard nipple, and I can feel it shrink to his teasing; my heart is racing, my body is writhing for him to enter me. I’m going to cum without him in me, I realize, but I don’t want to stop it. As if on cue, pre-cum warms the lips of my sweet spot and travels down my thigh, uncontrolled and natural. Yes! is all I can think as I submit to his magic.

  With her body against the wall and slightly lifted by his hand on her ass, Rujeo presses his throbbing dick into her wet pussy, the fingers of the other hand pulling roughly at the puffy clit she offers up to him. Her hands grip his back, nails digging into his skin. His quick thrusts bring loud moans from Chelsea, but he can barely hear them above his own throaty breathing. “God, that’s good,” he heard himself saying, not knowing if she could hear him or if he was talking to himself. The head of his dick found the top of her insides, and Rujeo held the position for a second or two, watching her eyes close in ecstasy. She had become his.

  I love the feel of him inside me, a pulsating sensation is waving through my body. I try to match his movements, pushing forward to meet him every time he plunges deeper into my hot and wet cunt. My mouth finds his neck, and I bite into him, not hurting him, just trying to taste him. His skin is damp, the salty taste matching that of his cum, which still lingers on my tongue. His slap on my ass brings me back to reality, as he pumps me harder and harder. I’m going somewhere out there, I feel the hot juice running out of me as his grunts grow louder and his plunges stronger. He stops, pushing harder against me, his head thrown back, and I feel his dick pump me full of his cum. I willingly let my mind drift into oblivion.

  Rujeo lowers her flaccid body to the floor without a word being spoken between them. He was panting like a spent animal; her heart was pounding in her chest. He turned his splendid body and walked out of the locker room, leaving her collapsed on the floor like a punished slave.

  ***

  Having a day off when one is an ice skater is rare, but I am lucky. Today, I’m not scheduled to practice at the rink, but I have to get packed for the trip to Salt Lake tomorrow. Olympic trials start in one week, and the altitude will take some getting used to. I really just want to lay in bed and dream of his cock plunging into me again. Never have I been fucked by my partner, but I’ve never had a man like Rujeo assigned to me, either. No regrets, I tell myself as I snuggle deeper into the covers, absolutely no regrets.

  I can feel the altitude compressing me as I head into the gleaming Gallivan Center rink in Salt Lake. Today is the first time I’ll see Rujeo since that day in the locker room, and my nerves are a little shaky. It’s hard to tell whether it’s coming from having fucked him or wanting to again.

  He knew today he would take care of that gnawing craving between his legs. Taking a woman without emotion being involved was a new experience for Rujeo, but he needed that, needed the release of sex without commitment. A fuck is a fuck, that’s true, but when she wants you as bad as you need her, it’s complete. When that happens, and you’re free to walk away from it, heaven has come to your door. Pulling his tights up and across his dick felt different today; his senses were at their peak.

  I can smell him. It’s hard to stand next to him while the choreographer demonstrates the routine. My body feels anxious at his close proximity, but he doesn’t even see me. I’m crushed, my dream of having that big cock inside of me again fades away. Just forget it, I tell myself, it was a one-time thing. Forget it. I skate onto the ice to join the instructor, the only way to give my mind enough distance from his body to quell the urgency of my desire.

  My body bends backward to the ice as he leans over me in one of the most difficult moves of our dance. His bulge is pressing into my thigh, and his breath is caressing my ear. I don’t fail to notice the moan that escapes his mouth as his dick stirs in response to the closeness of us. As we speed around the rink, my hope is restored. He wants me again.

  Rujeo went straight to the locker room after practice, leaving Chelsea talking with the instructors. He could no longer contain the hot flame burning in his groin. Dammit! he chastised himself, She got to me! He could hear her in the women’s locker room, but he stayed in the shower, determined to leave the rink without seeing her. Mind over matter, he instructed himself, mind over matter.

  I pulled off my skates, keenly aware that the shower had stopped, listening for any sign of his movement. Nothing. As I bend over to pull off my tights, his hands encircle my chest, grabbing my tits and pressing himself against my backside. I freeze in place, shocked by the strength with which he holds me, happy that he has come to me. “Be still,” he orders huskily, “I’ve got something for you.”

  His finger is merciless, jabbing at my cunt so hard that my juice comes immediately. First one finger, then two, explore my insides and pinch my clit, whi
le his swollen dick pokes at my leg, and his other hand cruelly pulls on my breast. My body lets him have his way.

  Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out and slaps my ass. His other hand grabs my hair, pulling my head backwards, stretching my neck until it feels like it will snap. I feel his dick at my wet opening, and I succumb to the sensation as he enters me, slowly at first, then roughly, his body banging against my ass in anger, the sound of slapping flesh echoing in the locker room. He is controlling my response by pulling my head backward, then pushing my body forward. It hurts, but I open myself to his abuse, hungry for what he is giving me.

  He stops plunging into me, lets go of my hair, and pulls my arms behind me, pinning them together with one hand. I can’t see his face, but I imagine a pair of eyes wild with passion and a mouth set in firm commitment to my sexual destruction. He pushes me from behind, guiding me to a lone chair sitting by the window. Placing my hands on each side of the chair, he forces my head down on the seat. “Spread your legs wide,” he orders, and my fevered body complies.

  The warm spit falls directly into the crack between my butt cheeks, and I feel my anus contract as he spreads it with his fingers, slowly wetting the area that he intends to violate. His finger slides into me cautiously, opening a new avenue of lust, the only virginity I have to give him. Gently, he ignites a new fire in my body, I experience the pleasure of his fingers training me, the novice. I can feel my body giving into his demand, responding by floating backwards against him, matching his stroke.

  Without warning, his dick attacks my hole. Without mercy, he pushes his swollen member into me, his slap on my thigh intended for a diversion. Without shame, I scream, the pain of his entry so sharp that my breath leaves me and my eyes water with tears. He stops, halting just long enough for me to regroup, then he begins the slow and steady rhythm that would eventually cause my pussy to overflow and my mind to find its own place somewhere beyond my being. It doesn’t take long for him to reach his own peak, that pinnacle of no return, that place where desire claims the mind and body, that place of bliss where need and excitement collide. His cum runs out of my ass and down my leg. The sound of released suction marks the completion of his ownership claim as he withdraws from me. My shaky legs struggle to keep me in place. I have nothing left to give him.

  Rujeo was satisfied. He knew that she would be his for the taking anytime he wanted her. He knew she would tantalize and tempt him every chance she got. But, he also knew he would control her, limit her to his demands in his time, at his beckoning. He knew the heat on the ice would keep desire alive in both of them. He knew he owned her.

  Just Mammals

  by Ellie Soap

  Themes: rough sex

  Just another scorching hot day. I would’ve rather stayed in bed with Scott and fucked through the heat, but he didn’t seem that into it when I came up behind him and began to kiss his neck. He’d not really been into anything for a while. He was the gentle type, the type you take home to your parents, the type with the good job and nice smile and everything-will-be-okay expression constantly on his face. I was only twenty-four and although it was nice to have stability, there was something our relationship was seriously lacking: hard, dirty, rough sex.

  After another disappointing (sexless) morning, Scott had said we should go to the zoo. The zoo? I didn’t quite understand where the fun was in that especially on such a hot day, but I went along anyway.

  After a thirty-minute drive to the nearest zoo, Scott and I found ourselves standing in line to enter. There were so many kids around, and as much as I loved cute little babies, I hated how annoying they became once they hit the age of two. I don’t know why I’d agreed to this. The truth was I wasn’t fond of animals, or waiting in lines, or whining kids or anything that we’d run into today. All that stuff could come later in life. Right now I wanted adventure, and I was beginning to wonder whether I was going to get that with Scott.

  “This is going to be fun. We should go and see the monkeys first.” He was like a little child, standing there getting our tickets all excited like it was Christmas morning. I rolled my eyes, and followed him to the gate. He did look pretty cute when he was excited like that, and was very sweet on top of that. But he was missing what had attracted me to him in the first place.

  When we first met, Scott was all over me. We were having sex in the bathroom stalls of bars, restaurants, hotels. We were constantly going on trips. We’d just get in the car and drive wherever we wanted, taking random roads with nothing but the clothes we were wearing and a handful of cash. It was only after we’d moved in together that Scott began to lose a little bit of his adventurousness. First went the random trips, then the sex. I’m not sure about Scott, but I wasn’t quite ready to give up on the sex quite yet.

  As we entered the park and followed the path to wherever the monkeys were, I noticed how hot it’d gotten. It was already boiling when I woke up, but it was even worse now. I could feel the sweat beginning to run down my breasts and in between them. I just hoped that I would cool down soon as I was wearing a thin white t-shirt and no bra. Last thing I needed was for the sweat to turn my t-shirt transparent and get kicked out of the park for dressing indecently.

  “This is going to be so fun, don’t you think?” He looked at me all innocent-eyed.

  “Yeah, it’ll be alright.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him this wasn’t really my thing.

  We stopped behind a fence. Beyond it was a canvas of trees and a river running underneath them. I could see a few of the monkeys swinging around and two of them down at the river having a drink. I didn’t get why this was exciting for anyone. They were just animals.

  “Oh look at that one up there. It’s looking at you.” Scott pointed up to one of the larger ones in the trees. It was looking right at me. It looked like it had a cheeky grin across its face. It was then I noticed that this monkey was gripping something between its legs and pumping it furiously. Kids that had looked up when Scott had pointed it out were getting pushed away by disgusted mothers, but I couldn’t help but laugh. I laughed so hard I could’ve sworn the entire population of people in the zoo would’ve heard me. It was so amusing, that little monkey was frustrated just like me.

  “Quiet down will you. People are starting to stare.” He was such a bore.

  “And what are you going to do to me if I don’t?” I looked back toward him and flashed a naughty smile.

  His expression darkened for a second. I could have sworn he was about to tear my t-shirt off and pound me right there but instead he just gave me a weird look, “Come on, let’s go.”

  Ugh, how disappointing.

  We began to move on, the scorching heat started to take its toll on my head. I quickly tied my hair back and rolled up my shirt a little so that my belly was on show. I’d noticed at least four bathroom stalls where Scott could’ve took me for a quick fuck but he clearly wasn’t interested. The crying babies and wild children that should’ve been in cages along with the animals weren’t helping either, I just wanted to get out of this heat and preferably go home.

  I noticed a building in the distance and just about made out the sign, it was a viewing building for the lion’s section of the zoo but it wasn’t that part I was interested in. It was the big red part of the sign that said “air-conditioning” that got me interested.

  “Scott, let’s go take a look at the lions.” What I meant was, Scott, let’s go sit in the air conditioning for the rest of the day.

  “So that’s where they are, I heard there was a new building you could use to view them from, right above them too rather than behind a fence metres away. It should be fun.”

  We both made our way over, walking through the door I felt a sudden shift in temperature. I’d just walked into a giant freezer. I quickly pulled my hair down and unrolled my top from around my breasts. I noticed that the cold had made my nipples stiff which wasn’t easy to hide with my current wardrobe. It also didn’t help that I was already as horny enough as it was. I could n
otice more disgusted mothers staring right at me as they kept their young boys eyes locked onto the lions.

  We took our place at the giant glass wall looking down on about six lions, from what I knew this would’ve all been one pack. With a single male and the rest being his mates who would raise his young as he enjoyed the playboy mansion-esque life. I wouldn’t mind having a guy like that if it meant great sex.

  I noticed the male moving toward one of his partners, he crawled up behind her and pounced. Digging his claws into her back as he began to fuck her from behind. It was brutal, barbaric and most of all, it was turning me on. It reminded me so much of the sex I’d had with Scott when we first met. Rough, without the passion and love but only lust. I wanted that back. I could feel my stiff-nipples throbbing. I was getting wet down below as I watched the lion fuck his mate, her roars echoing through the building.

  “Look at that Scott,” I pointed it out to him and noticed his eyes lock onto the thrilling sight. I knew now was my chance to get him to unleash his inner lion once again. I pressed up against him, my breasts rubbing on his moist, sweaty t-shirt. Going in for a kiss I quickly brushed my hand over his semi-erect dick that was finally coming out to play.