Welcome to day two of Smutketeer Idol. Be sure to check out the Smutketeers at IH.
International Heat is taking over the Smutketeers’ blog and bringing the HOT stuff. Today, we continue the “auditions” to become the NEXT HONORARY SMUTKETEER!!!
The rules of the game are simple (think American Idol). Simply read each day’s smutty excerpts and in the comments section, place your vote for that day’s smuttiest. On the last day, the winners from the three days of auditions will compete for the top spot and will be crowned HONORARY SMUTKETEER (at least for that day)!
J.R. Patrick is all about the hot man love, whether it be two guys getting it on or three or four…. Let’s just say that the “R” in J.R. Patrick is for raunchy. I’ll let you guess about the J. ;)
Excerpt from Only Yours
Music started. A low throbbing beat that pulsed through the room. On came the stage lights, illuminating the silhouettes of two obviously male—obviously naked and aroused—specimens dancing their asses off behind the curtain. The crowd cheered.
Dre raised an eyebrow at S.J. and then leaned over to speak directly into her ear. “This is the surprise?”
“Part of it,” S.J. shouted over the noise. “From that flush on your face, I’d say it’s doing the job. Keep watching. It gets hotter.”
Dre shifted in his seat. S.J. was right. The dancing was sexy as hell.
After about ten minutes, the music all but disappeared and so did the noise from the audience. Dre could hear a pin drop. Well… he would have been able to if the first dancer hadn’t started sucking the second dancer’s cock, making him pant and moan. The second grasped the first by the back of the head and fucked into his mouth with all the finesse of a man in the throes of passion, which is to say, none. The first stroked his own cock in time with the second’s thrusts.
Oh my fucking God. How hot was this?
They switched and the second returned the favor. Tall and well-muscled, both men had huge cocks, although the first dancer was a bit shorter.
Dre adjusted his slacks to accommodate his hardening cock. After not so much as a twitch for the past six months, he was primed. He spoke to S.J. in an undertone, “I don’t know if I should hug you or kill you for this.”
S.J. whispered back, “You can hug me. Not everyone in here is on a date. I’m sure someone will be more than happy to help you with your lit—” She looked down into his lap. “Big problem. Don’t worry, Mama brought condoms.”
Dre groaned. “It’s decided. I’m gonna kill you.”
S.J. snickered. “Not yet. Things are heating up even more….”
Dre’s eyes returned to the stage.
What the fuck?
Screw heated. The show had gone supernova.
The first dancer was down on all fours. The second dancer knelt behind him, leaned forward, and stuck his tongue in his ass. The stage had to be wired for sound, because the lapping of the man’s tongue echoed through the bar. The first dancer moaned, his hips making furious circles. Dre groaned at the visual and audio stimuli.
Shoot. Was that aloud? Dre looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but everyone appeared transfixed by the on stage action.
It seemed like hours, but moments later, the second dancer drew his mouth away from his partner’s ass and smacked his lips so loudly that each succulent noise caused Dre’s body to shudder. The second dancer reached for a bottle and squirted liquid onto the first dancer’s crack. He held up one finger to the audience and then inserted it slowly into the first dancer’s ass. Dre bit his lip, wishing for a second that he was on stage. The first dancer cried out, writhing around the digit. Dre was right there with him, his cock throbbing in response. The second dancer removed his finger, repeating the demonstration with two fingers, then three. Dre’s lip pulsed; he realized his teeth had dug in and he had to release it before he drew blood.
The crackle of a wrapper opening sounded. The second dancer sheathed himself—one inch at a time.
Oh. My. God. They were going to fuck.
Lexxie Couper is an Australian, a deviant and utterly obsessed with sex. And romance. Especially sexy romance. You know the kind with lots of moaning and whimpering and pleading for more? That kind of romance. Oh, and she writes about her obsession every single day. With hunky, gorgeous, brooding, sarcastic heroes. Usually Australian ones.
Excerpt from Triple Dare
“Ready, Mr. Thorton?” Anna’s low, husky question jerked his stare back to her face, just in time to watch her part her lips and slide them over the purple head of his cock.
“There’s no bed big enough for this,” Rob spoke, skimming a hand down her back and over the curve of her ass. His fingers stopped at the folds of her pussy, exposed to his touch by her position in Joseph’s arms, “and the floor’s a might cold, so we’re going to have to worship your body standing up.”
His statement sent a shard of wanton excitement into Anna’s sex and she felt her juices wet Rob’s fingers. Fingers he slowly, deliberately slid into her folds. Two at once, wriggling them until he couldn’t penetrate her any deeper.
She sucked in a breath through her nose, the scent of her pleasure filling her body, driving her faster to an unexpected orgasm.
Her pussy clamped shut on Rob’s fingers, constricting on them, squeezing them in fast, powerful pulses.
“Oh, yes,” Rob scissored his fingers inside her sex, plunged them in and out and wriggled them some more, “that’s my girl. Come for me. I want you so fucking wet I could drown in your cream.”
Joseph growled against Anna’s lips at his friend’s words, hauling her closer to his chest as he sucked her tongue into his mouth.
“She’s so wet for us, Hudo.” Rob continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers. “So very, very wet.”
Joseph broke the kiss and stared into her face. “I want her wetter.”
Rob chuckled, a low, dirty laugh. “No worries, mate.”
He slapped her ass. A swift, sharp slap that made her cry out in surprise.
Stinging heat branded her ass cheek, but before the pain could register in Anna’s mind, Joseph pressed his lips to her temple. “Do you want him to kiss it better?”
She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat.
She sensed Rob move beside her, his hand sliding over her butt, caressing the spot he’d smacked until it wasn’t his palm on her skin but his lips.
And then, his lips weren’t on her ass cheek but on her folds, his tongue flicking at her clit, his fingers delving into her slit.
“Does that feel good?” Joseph whispered, his stare holding her still in his arms.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
“I want you so wet there’ll be very little pain when Rob enters your arse.”
Her heart slammed into her throat, her rock-hard nipples aching. She gazed into his eyes, knowing she should feel something other than absolute trust and blissful rapture. She didn’t.
Rob’s tongue rolled over her clit, already swollen from her last orgasm, and she hissed in a gasp.
“I can’t hold on much longer, Anna.” Raw tension wrought Joseph’s statement into a strangled groan. “My dick is so hard and I want to sink it into your pussy so much.”
“Then do it,” she rasped. “Do it. Please.”
He shook his head. “Not yet. Not until you are ready for both of us.”
As if Rob knew exactly what Joseph wanted, he placed his hands on her ass cheeks and spread them apart, dragging his tongue from her pussy to her anus. Smearing her hole with his saliva and her cream.
She clung to Joseph, a distant part of her mind in awe of his physical strength—he’d held her for what must be a lifetime now—a more elemental part of her mind more aroused than ever by it. “Oh, Joseph.”
It was the first time she’d called his name during their sexual contact and he let out a shaking groan, his eyes clouding with desire. His arms tightened around her and he slanted his lips over her mouth.
Rob laved her anus with his salvia, dipping his thumb into her pussy as he did so. She thrust her hips upward, her inner muscles constricting, another climax mounting. Fast.
It hit her. An explosive tension shuddering through her body.
Bringing with it fresh moisture from her sodden sex.
“Hmmm,” Rob hummed against her ass. “You taste so good. My face is so wet with your come.”
He lapped at her ass, stabbed at it with the point of his tongue, fucking her pussy with his fingers. Smearing her juices to her anus.
“I think she’s ready for us, Joe.”
The statement uttered against her backside made Anna’s ass squeeze tight with a wanton thrill she’d never experienced before. Her heart quickened faster still and she wrapped her arms around Joseph’s neck with desperate need.
She was ready. More than ready.
Without a word, Joseph removed his arm from beneath her knees and her feet hit the floor with a soft thud.
Rob was there immediately. From the time it took to remove his mouth from her ass and straighten to his feet, he’d stripped himself of his snow pants and shirt. She heard a condom packet tear and then he pressed his naked body to her back, smoothing his hands under her thermal. She drew in a shallow breath, the feel of his warm skin on hers almost as wonderful as the feel of his rigid erection nudging the crevice of her ass. He skimmed his palms over her belly, her ribs and breasts, a taunting journey that made her knees wobble before he embraced her in a firm hold and tugged her backward.
The tips of her toes brushed the floorboards a split second before Joseph stepped in front of her—now gloriously, proudly naked, his thick erection stretching the condom he wore—and gathered up her legs, draping her knees over his bent arms. Hooking them in the inside of his elbows.
He met her gaze, a small smile on his lips. “To the hilt,” he whispered.
He moved. Raising her knees higher and leaning into her body with fluid grace. His massive cock first pressed and then parted her folds, separating her sex until, with a groan and a clenching of his jaw, he sank his length into her very core.
“Oh, yes!” She threw back her head, the surreal sensation of being suspended on Joseph’s arms while being impaled on his cock almost driving her mad. She’d never felt anything like it, like she was connected to the world even as she hung above it.
Joseph sucked in a sharp breath, and another, his hips thrusting up, driving him deeper inside her.
“Damn, Hudo,” Rob growled, his lips against Anna’s throat. For a dizzying moment she realized she’d forgotten he was there.
How could you forget? The man has made you come four times in the space of two hours.
“If I don’t…” Rob didn’t finish.
His lips on her neck turned hungry, each kiss growing more wild.
“Touch me, Anna.”
She did as he asked, reaching down between their two bodies to close her fingers around his straining cock.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Feel how hard I am for you. Feel how thick and long.”
She gripped his length a little firmer, all the while drowning in the thrusting strokes of Joseph’s dick in her pussy.
“I’m going to take you soon, Anna,” Rob continued, sliding one hand down her body until he wrapped his fingers over hers. He held his cock with her hand, pumped it once, twice. “Here.”
With a slight shift in the position of his hips, he aligned the domed head of his cock with her sodden, puckered anus. The beads of pre-come anointing his shaft’s tip slicked over her hole, adding to the natural lubrication he’d so thoroughly painted her with.
In response, Anna’s ass squeezed closed. A wicked thrill shot into the pit of her belly, and with it came the undeniable realization she didn’t just want him to, she needed him to.
She lifted her free arm above her head and tangled her fingers in his hair. The musky aroma of her essence was potent on the air. “Now,” she begged through clenched teeth. “Please.”
He groaned, the guttural sound echoed by Joseph.
“This will hurt,” Rob panted, each word as gentle and controlled as she knew he could be, “but only for a moment.”
He pushed his hips upward. Slowly.
Anna’s cry rose in her throat and she stiffened, fear lacing her ecstasy.
“Shhh,” Rob hushed in her ear, just as Joseph leant into her body, his length burying deeper into her sex, and placed his lips on hers.
“Tell us to stop, Anna, and we will. If you need us to stop…”
She shook her head, the burning sting in her ass radiating through her lower body. It hurt, but underneath the pain, like a blazing sun behind dispersing thunderclouds, was unbelievable pleasure. Intense. Unfathomable.
Rob released his grip on her hand and his cock, smoothing it up over her stomach to cup her right breast. “Take a breath for me, sweetheart.”
She did as he told her, and drew the undeniable scent of Joseph into her lungs.
“That’s it,” Rob’s voice left him on a ragged breath. “I’m going deeper.”
A wave of concentrated, delicious sensations rolled out from Anna’s stretched ass and she tightened her fist in Rob’s hair. “Oh…oh…”
“Fuck a duck, Thorton,” Joseph groaned, stroking his cock in and out of Anna’s sex. “Holy shit, this feel so good.” The muscles in his arms quivered, and for a moment the steady rhythm of his penetrations turned erratic.
The awe-struck claim sent a spear of liquid electricity into Anna’s core. She moaned, any lingering apprehension destroyed by the image of Rob and Joseph together. She drew her knees closer to her body, wanting Joseph to bury himself to the hilt just as he promised.
Wanting Rob to do the same.
“God, I want…” She couldn’t finish the demand. She didn’t need to.
Without uttering a word, the two men drove their cocks into her body, simultaneously filling her, stretching her. Possessing her utterly and completely.
“More,” she ground out the single request, awash in pure rapture.
Lila Dubois is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic, paranormal and fantasy romance. Having spent extensive time in France, Egypt, Turkey, Ireland and England Lila speaks five languages, none of them (including English) fluently.
Excerpt from Red Ribbon
Sliding the smooth strawberry Popsicle into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the tip. Filling out that checklist had been one of the sexiest things she’d ever done. There were things on there that scared her and she liked that. There were things that were just exciting, things like ice…
Liz pulled the Popsicle from her mouth, realizing she been sucking it like a cock, she was so aroused.
Tossing it into the sink before she could do something stupid, she bent over the counter, lightly thunking her head on the granite. She needed sex. No, she needed Mark.
Liz returned to the bedroom and took the envelope containing Mark’s checklist from a drawer in her nightstand. She ran her finger along the flap, licked her lips. She hadn’t opened it yet because she was afraid she’d find his answers were the complete opposite of hers. With each day that had passed she was sure that was the reason he hadn’t contacted her—despite their hopes, they weren’t a good sexual match.
Climbing into bed, she settled herself against the pillows with her legs under the covers. With deliberate care she bent the butterfly clasp of the envelope and opened the flap, removing the pages inside.
He’d completed it in blue pen, his handwriting broad and spiky.
Enough stalling, Liz.
She skimmed the disclaimer and instructions at the top of the page. As with her list there was an activity and then a rating system, but the options for rating were different on the Dom version. While hers had ranged from “yes” and “willing to trying” to “no” and “absolutely not,” his categories were “necessary”, “desirable play”, “punishment use”, “willing to try” and “no interest.” Besides “willing to try” there was no overlap in the categories. There wasn’t an off-limits or “absolutely not” category, but that made sense, since Mark had said he’d customized the list. That meant everything on here was something he was at least willing to do. The question then was did her “yeses” match his “necessaries”?
She flipped open to a random page, landing in the Ss.
Speech Restrictions, what and when…
Stable (serving in, with or without other submissives)
One by one she considered each item, and as she did Liz sank lower in the bed, her free hand roaming over her belly and thigh.
Sexual deprivation. Mark had his marked “necessary” while she remembered indicating “willing to try.” She didn’t want to be denied orgasm. She wanted to orgasm over and over again, the way other women talked about, the way magazines said she should. She’d never had that before, because she’d never really been sexually satisfied before. Of course orgasm denial was a big part of BDSM play, and she was being stupid to think otherwise, but she’d never looked forward to that aspect of it. Until Mark. What would it be like if Mark aroused her only to take his hands away?
Liz had been lightly scratching her nails over her panties, but now pulled her hand away and out from under the covers. She squeezed her knees together to alleviate the ache she’d left behind.
She’d be frustrated, as she was now, but she’d also know that he would put his hands back, would and could bring her to orgasm.
Shaving ranked “willing to try” from both of them. Liz wiggled out of her underwear and combed her fingers through the trimmed hair on her sex. She waxed regularly and so knew she was well groomed, but wondered if Mark would like her sex naked and smooth. He didn’t seem like the type to wield a straight razor over her pussy lips, but maybe he’d watch her shave, watch her spread her legs, rub the shaving cream over the lips of her sex.
Her fingers mimicked her thoughts, playing out the fantasy. When her index finger circled her clit she forced herself to pull back and read the next item on the page.
Spanking. He’d underlined “necessary” twice. Mark was going to spank her. He would pull her over his knee, pull down her panties and swat her ass with his big, rough hand while he told her what a bad girl she was.
She had a finger buried deep in her pussy now, her thumb on her clit. Would he spank her as punishment or for his pleasure? The list didn’t tell her. All she knew was that if he called, if he wanted her, she would end up over his knee.
Speculums were an “absolutely not” for her, as she didn’t want to be turned-on every time she saw her gyno, but he’d only listed them as “willing to try”.
Speech Restrictions, what and when… were another “no” for her, but “necessary” for Mark. Liz’s fingers stilled, her arousal fading as she wondered if she’d found the thing that had prevented him from calling her. Maybe he wanted a sub who was quietly obedient and didn’t speak unless ordered to or given permission.
Would it be that bad with Mark?
The traitorous thought whipped through her before she could stop it. Something inconceivable with a nameless, faceless Dom wasn’t as horrifying at the hands of a man she knew and respected. Closing her eyes, Liz let the pages flutter to the floor and groped in her nightstand for her trusty vibrator.
What would it be like to be Mark’s ultra-obedient slave?
She imagined herself kneeling in silky thigh-highs, a breast-baring black corset and a leather collar with a thick ring in the front.
Her legs are held open by a spreader bar. Mark sits in a chair across the room, one leg extended, chin propped on his hand as he watches her. She wants to beg him to touch her but she cannot. To speak out of turn is to risk a brutal strapping session, orgasm denial and loss of his favor.
He rises from his chair, tall and strong in leather pants and vest. Hooking a finger in the ring in her collar he draws her to her feet. Rough palms cover her bare breasts, massing gentling before slapping each. She gasps at the slap and he does it again, harder, fingerprints marring the white mounds.
Outside the fantasy, Liz was gasping and moaning, her fingers thrusting in and out of her sex while she balanced her vibrator against her clit with the other hand. She was sweaty and thrashing under the covers.
Fantasy Dom Mark spins her, forcing her to bend at the waist and positioning her neck and wrists inside stocks. With a frightening thud he lowers the upper piece, locking it in place. Terrified, she wants to cry out but will not disobey her beloved Master.
Hands massage her hanging breasts, slapping and pinching the nipples. Her ass is swatted until it burns, her thighs beaten with a crop. Just when she would beg for forgiveness, beg his pardon for whatever she’d done to earn such punishment, she feels his cock at her sex, the hot, thick length rubbing the length of the sex before finding its position.
Liz came, the vibrations against her clit combined with her fingers thrusting in her sex providing the physical stimulation she needed to match the emotional and intellectual stimulation of her fantasy. She held the vibrator on her clit just past the point of pleasure into the realm of so-good-it-hurts before taking it away.
Panting slightly she lay there, staring at the ceiling. In the sober light of post-orgasm she was embarrassed and ashamed of her ridiculous fantasy. While it had been nothing more than a fantasy, there was no denying the simple truth that there were things that she would do with Mark, or more precisely let Mark do to her, that she wouldn’t with anyone else.
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