Smutketeers

Today is the big day! It’s time for the finals of Smutketeer Idol! You the readers have voted and your favorites are ready to compete for the big prize.

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And now for our three finalists…

From day one…Smutketeer wannabe Jayne “Bring on the Raunchy” Rylon!

Okay, you asked for it. SUPER SMUTTY. And a sneak peek!!! Sneaky smut. From Mistress’s Master, Men in Blue 3, coming September 6th. Things you should know… First, Lily has been dosed with a sex drug and she’s in pain unless she’s being touched. Second, she arranged her safewords with Jeremy so that no means yes and yes means no in order to put on a show of forced seduction for the benefit of the bad guys. Whew. If that’s too confusing out of context, just read for the smut :P Thank you so much for putting me through to the second round and thanks to the Smutketeers for hosting our little competition. Happy reading!

“Clint, Matt.” Jeremy glanced between his friends. “Suit up. Give it to her.”
Lily mourned the loss when Jeremy slipped from between her legs. A trickle of her arousal chased him down her thigh. She’d come hard enough to rattle her molars, and still she burned. Though she’d always enjoyed sex with multiple partners, she would have given what remained of her life savings to have this man topping her and teaching her to love it again and again.
She must have closed her eyes as she took stock of the internal devastation he’d left in the wake of his passing, as damaging as an F5 tornado. What had happened to her carefully constructed defenses? How had he razed them with one simple fuck?
Nothing about Jeremy could be uncomplicated. If she were honest, months of slow erosion had weakened the foundation of her convictions. Nights filled with seductive dreams had piqued her curiosity.
Now she knew. One taste of him would never suffice.
So where had he gone? She searched the limited field of her vision. Had he slaked his craving? Would his interest persist after taming Mistress Lily?
There could be no doubt between them. She’d crumbled in the face of his mastery.
Sex Offender amplified her lingering arousal until it became painful and insistent. She needed to fuck. The one man she wanted was nowhere to be found.
“Don’t worry.”
She moaned when he crouched beside her shoulder, tipping her face toward his.
Jeremy rained kisses over her cheeks, her forehead and her lips. He leaned in close to murmur in her ear. “I don’t need drugs to addict me to you. We’re going to talk about that stunt later. It’s not your right to harm my property.”
She groaned as she pictured herself bound to his bed with smooth silk ties. Candlelight flickered over her bare body before splashes of fragrant wax transformed her into a canvas, primed to display his Pollock-esque art. The altered chemistry of her brain advocated the idea. Her abdomen flexed as her pussy squeezed, hugging only air.
Damn it, she needed him. However she had to buy his touch.
“That’s right. I might have to dole out some discipline before I feed my cock to your hungry pussy. Soon.”
“Promise?” She couldn’t believe the wistful rasp shading her question.
“Yeah.” His rare full-on smile stole her breath. “Watching you take these men will have me hard. Fast. It won’t be long before we’re joined again. And next time it’ll be even better.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible.”
“Flattery won’t save you, slave.” He raised his voice for all to hear as he regained his feet. “You’re nowhere near finished. In fact, you’ve only begun.”
Lily cast her gaze around the stage. Spectators encroached, shrinking the diameter of free space buffering her from the swarming masses. Several of the men in the front row rubbed their crotches through their fetish gear. A few extracted their cocks, rubbing slow and long or fast and furious over the tips of their dicks as they observed Clint inch between her legs.
A cramp gripped her, forcing her to groan despite her gritted teeth. The relaxation of her orgasm faded as the temporary reprieve Jeremy had granted disintegrated and the scalding urge to procreate returned, stealing her sanity.
“Come on, Clint.” Jeremy gripped her tethered wrists in one hand. She stared up at where he stood—legs spread, one hand on his hip—and encouraged his colleague to fuck her. Not because he got off on watching, though he might, but because he correctly interpreted her cravings. “If you can’t do it, move aside. She’s getting worse. I won’t stand for anyone to hurt her.”
A few of the guests took a step back.
The authority in Jeremy’s tone might have given her pause too if she hadn’t been the recipient of his protection. Another blast of desire ripped through her, this time knotting her muscles until she swore a charley horse wrung her uterus.
“Breathe.” Jeremy covered her mouth with his warm lips and infused her with a taste of peach candy. Who would guess a man like him would have a sweet tooth?
She inhaled, if only to draw the scent of him into her lungs.
“That’s it.” He shared several puffs of air with her, establishing a pattern. “Keep it up.”
She focused on obeying as he monitored her implementation of his feedback. After a handful of breaths, he nodded.
“What are you waiting for?” he growled at Clint.
The officer drew a triangle between her, Jeremy and Matt. When his stare clashed with his partner’s, he shrugged. “Is this insane?”
“Yes.” Matt scrubbed his hands through his exceptionally short hair. “Totally.”
Lily cried out when a spasm clenched her toes. From breasts to pussy, her nerves screamed. Her nails scraped Jeremy’s forearm when her fingers curled into fists. Why wouldn’t someone touch her?
“Get out of my way. I’ll fuck her if you won’t.”
Ryan deflected the man who attempted to breach the shrinking gap between her and the throng of Morselli’s acquaintances.
“It’s crazy. But she needs it. You.” Matt placed his hand on Clint’s shoulder then nudged his partner closer to her. “Do it.”
“Are you sure, Lily?”
He didn’t hear her whimpered, “No.”
“She’s not calling the shots.” Jeremy diverted attention from her as she mouthed a thank you in Matt’s direction. “Her fate is in my hands. And I say fuck her.”
Clint cursed as he surrounded his hard-on with his thick fingers. He glanced in her direction. “I can’t resist.”
She wrestled with the raw passion singeing her guts until something warm and smooth nudged her pussy. A shriek ripped past her lips before she could stop it.
If he’d pulled back any faster, Clint would have busted his ass.
Ben prevented him from retreating another step. The slave wasn’t timid. He put his hands on Clint’s waist and guided the other man into place.
Encouragement bubbled up then crescendoed as bystanders joined the chant. “Do it. Do it. Do it.”
This time, when Clint touched the tip of his erection to her soaked folds, he didn’t hesitate. Lily trembled as he worked his length inside her. She soaked in the pressure of Jeremy’s hands, which cupped her shoulders, planting her in place. He braced her for his friend to plow into.
“Oh, shit.” Clint’s erection throbbed where it lodged partially inside her. “She’s on fire. That stuff she took…”
“It’s more than that.” Jeremy’s declaration brimmed with pride. “She’s flawless. Adventurous. Dying to please me, and you because I’ve expressed my wish. Give it to her, Clint.”
The fun-loving cop turned serious. He clutched the cords suspending her. Level with his solid chest, his fists closed around the pair attached in the crease between her spread thighs and her hips. She sighed as he soothed some of the intensity inside her, turning it into ecstasy.
“Good girl.” Jeremy petted her hair, wrapping the long length around his hands. “Does he feel nice inside that steamy pussy?”
“No.” She squirmed in an attempt to lock them together more solidly. Instead, her motion squeezed Clint from her depths as he began to thrust, still edging deeper inside the inferno of her body.
“Little liar.” Jeremy grinned as he bent slightly, reaching for her breasts.
She choked when he palmed the mounds. Under the influence of Sex Offender, it felt like he’d draped a cool, damp cloth over massive sunburn.
“You three, put your hands on her. Touch her. Everywhere.” Jeremy jerked his chin at Ben, Ryan and Matt.

Next up is finalist #2, Lexxie “Everything’s better with Lube” Couper
This excerpt is from Tropical Sin, my September 6th Samhain release. Enjoy ;)
The glass was hard against Aidan’s palm, cool against his flushed flesh. He closed his fingers around its dimpled length, his dick jerking at the somehow carnal contact.
There was no denying what the object in his hand was designed for—the giving of pleasure.
Mack’s pleasure.
His head swam and he ground his teeth, gazing at Nick over the top of McKenzie’s head. He remembered the conversation with Kylie and Mack so very, very well. The second Kylie—not anywhere near as tipsy on champagne as McKenzie—had uttered the suggestion he help his best friend out with her unexpected sexual curiosity, his prick had jumped to aching attention and his heart had slammed into his throat.
Much like they did now, although he doubted his cock could get any harder than it already was.
He curled his fingers tighter around the dildo’s dimpled girth, his head swimming some more. From the corner of his eye he saw Nick move, rolling a fresh condom down the length of his erection, but the sight barely registered in his rapture-fogged brain. “Babe…” he murmured against McKenzie’s temple.
“Oh God, Aidan.” She arched into his fingers still sheathed inside her sweet, wet pussy. “If you don’t fuck me with that now…”
He didn’t need her to finish.
Neither it seemed, did Nick.
With one simple move, the singer scooped McKenzie’s right leg up into the crook of his elbow, spreading her folds wide.
The heady scent of her musk filled Aidan’s breath, and, impossible as it was, his cock pulsed with fresh blood, growing thicker and longer and harder.
Jesus, how could he be in this much pain and feel this goddamn good?
“She is so ready for you, mate.”
Nick’s low statement speared into his groin. The man was correct—McKenzie’s juices flowed from her spread pussy, coating Aidan’s fingers. He withdrew them from her tight heat, stopping at the swollen nub of her clit. She hissed as he rolled the tiny button of flesh under his fingertips, her hips bucking upward once in a violent thrust. “Aidan…”
She hadn’t finished calling his name when he slid the glass dildo into her sodden channel. Burying its dimpled length into her.
“Oh God!” she cried out, her arms reaching up behind her, snaring around his neck and shoulders. “Oh God, yes.”
He withdrew the dildo a little, McKenzie’s hitching whimpers telling him exactly what those tiny beads all over its length were doing to her, and then plunged it back into her, squeezing her breast and fingering her clit as he did so.
“Fuck!” The word left her on a breathless scream, followed by nonsensical moans as Nick stepped closer into her spread legs and closed his free hand over her other breast.
“Tell me how you feel, McKenzie,” Nick commanded, his lips roaming her cheek, her jaw. “Tell me what Aidan is doing to you.”
She shook her head, her body quivering against Aidan’s, her pussy weeping her pleasure. “I can’t…I can’t…” she panted, clinging tighter to Aidan’s shoulders. The position thrust her breasts upward, a fact he reveled in as he watched Nick capture her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Aidan’s mouth watered, the need to suck on that pebbled form so great he growled.
“Yes, you can,” Nick ground out, and it was only the raw tone of his voice that told Aidan the man was on a tightrope of control as well. “Tell me how good Aidan is making you feel and he will let you come.”
“I…” McKenzie’s gasp was barely a word. She pushed her hips upward, riding the dildo as much as Nick’s hold on her leg would let her. Her heart hammered—Aidan could feel its frantic rhythm pound through her body into his. It was an intoxicating beat he felt all the way to his soul.
“Tell me, babe,” he whispered against her temple. “Please…please, tell me.”
“Oh God,” she panted, writhing into each thrust and stroke and penetration he made with the glass dick. “Oh God, Aidan, I…you…”
Nick dipped his head, and Aidan let out a growl of arousal at the sight of the man closing his lips over one of McKenzie’s erect nipples. He saw Nick’s cheeks concave, he heard McKenzie whimper immediately after. His cock jerked some more, so engorged with need it was excruciating.
“Tell me, Mack.” He slid the dildo in and out of her gripping sex. “Tell me how I make you feel.”
She bucked, one hand burying in Nick’s hair. “I…” Her voice grew higher. Her breath grew shallower. “I…, oh, Aidan, oh God…I…I…too good…this is…so…”
He plunged the dildo back inside her, his body on fire. “Oh babe, I need to be inside you now.”
His declaration tore from his throat.
“Fuck, so do I,” Nick groaned, lifting his head from her breast. “Will you let us take you both at the same time, McKenzie?”
Her grip on the back of Aidan’s neck grew fierce. His mouth went dry.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I want that. I want that so badly.”
“Aidan’s going to fuck your arse, McKenzie.” Nick’s voice was barely more than a rasping breath. “Aidan’s going to bury that massive dick of his into your tight arse and I’m going to fill you with mine. Is that okay?”
“Yes,” she moaned, squirming on the dildo impaled in her sex. “Yes.”
Aidan’s cock throbbed. His ears roared. He withdrew the thick, glass length one last time, pinching her clit as he did so.
“Oh, God, I’m coming,” McKenzie screamed.
Warm cream gushed from her pussy, coating his hand, his fingers. She clung to him, to Nick, making nonsensical noises as her climax detonated through her. It poured from her, turning the air to sweet musk, filling the room with the wet sounds of her release.
He thrust the dildo in once more, his balls full with need, his heart smashing in his chest, and then, unable to control himself any more, he pulled it free of her folds, threw it aside and swiped his drenched fingers from her pussy up to her anus. Spreading her wet pleasure to the tightest opening of her body.
“Lube?” He flicked Nick a harried look. He was coming undone here. He wouldn’t hold on much longer. He couldn’t—
Nick held up the tube, and Aidan couldn’t help but note the man had already removed the lid. He lifted his own hand and without a word, Nick squeezed some of the cool, thick liquid onto his fingers. Fingers that trembled when he applied the lubrication to his straining cock.
“Gonna try to take it slow, Mack.” He pressed his face to the side of her neck. “Gonna try.”
She shook her head, fisting her hand in the sweat-matted hair at his nape. “Don’t.”
The command was all it took to push him to the edge. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, dragged his thumb over its tip, painting his already lubricated flesh with his viscous precome, and then pressed it to McKenzie’s cream-slicked anus.
“Now, Aidan,” she gasped, trembling. “Now.”
He penetrated her tightness. One ring of muscle, the other, the other. Fighting to go slow. Almost losing. Almost.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she cried, her spine arching, her nails digging into his scalp. “That feels so fucking good.”
“As will this,” Aidan heard Nick promise, a second before he saw the man shift his position slightly, his hips rolling upward.
And then Aidan felt Nick’s cock sink into McKenzie’s pussy. Felt Nick’s cock slide against his through the thin wall of McKenzie’s heat. And then all rational, cohesive thought deserted him and he became a creature of elemental pleasure.
McKenzie’s name falling from his lips.

And the final contestant in Smutketeer Idol is Mari “Sexy Cougar” Carr

As he walked across the stage, his eyes never left hers. He oozed confidence, hunger, sex. Emma was certain every woman in the room was as spellbound by him as she. When he reached her side, he held out his hand.
She smiled and shook her head. “Mine.”
He scowled, but he didn’t argue. Instead he lowered his hand and shrugged as if to say, “It’s your show.”
The dancers had remained motionless until that point. At the first sign of Jack’s acquiescence, they moved back into the play. As Emma oversaw the scene, one of the female dancers began to unbutton Jack’s shirt. When the woman’s hands began to roam, Emma moved closer, striking the dancer’s leg with the flogger as a warning. Another dancer stepped up behind Jack to pull the shirt off. Once he was naked from the waist up, Emma nodded toward two of the male actors.
Jack stiffened briefly as the men walked closer. Emma reveled in her position of power. She’d always been content to let Jack lead the way in their sexual adventures and while she knew that was the way she preferred it, she couldn’t deny there was a certain headiness to being the one in control.
The men escorted Jack to the beam, each of them lifting and securing one of Jack’s wrists to the manacles. When they were finished, they stepped back, allowing Emma to tighten the chain, pulling his arms high above his head.
A quick glimpse below Jack’s waist proved he wasn’t exactly opposed to this role-reversal either. His cock was straining against the denim of his jeans and Emma briefly wished the rest of the audience were gone so she could free him and take him as she wanted.
The other dancers resumed their spots on the outer edges of the stage. The men sat once more as the women recommenced their sensual lap dances. Emma knew they were merely for decoration. She had no doubt every eye was following her motions, curious about what she’d do next.
She lifted the suede flogger and, starting at his temple, dragged it tantalizingly down his body. Jack appeared to stop breathing when she moved it below his waist toward his cock.
“You might not want to injure the crown jewels,” he murmured under his breath.
She gave him an angry glance, warning him to remain silent. It was a tricky look to maintain considering she was laughing inside at his jest.
Raising the flogger once more, she bid him to open his mouth. Jack obeyed, but his look let her know there would be a serious reckoning for everything she dished out on this stage. While she suspected he erroneously thought that would slow her down, it only proved to her she’d better get her money’s worth now while she had him at her mercy. She pushed the handle between his lips and ordered him to bite down.
Once he held the flogger in his mouth, she looked toward the stage manager, who started the next song. “Pump It” by the Black Eyed Peas began coursing throughout the club. The dancers began to move in time with the fast pace and Emma picked up the beat, walking around Jack, her hands touching every part of him as the women in the crowd began to cheer.
The dancers leaned over the men seated beneath them, pumping their hips up and down. Emma reached up to retrieve her toy, bidding Jack to turn around. The chain had enough give that he could face the audience or the wooden beam. When she lightly tapped the suede straps against his leg, Jack issued her a gaze promising retribution before he turned away from the audience.
Emma raised the flogger, swinging it first toward his jeans-covered ass. She could see the dancers had cast the chairs aside and the couples were performing a dance that screamed sex. The temperature on the stage increased and Emma felt sweat trickle between her breasts.
Jack released a breath after her third lashing. The thick denim and her light swings were ensuring he felt no pain. Once he relaxed, she moved in for the kill.
Raising her arm again, she remembered Travis’ lessons as she swung hard—and brought the flogger down on Jack’s bare back.
Jack jerked and, for the first time, he fought against the bonds at his wrists. She didn’t pause, didn’t lose the beat as she lashed him five more times. Tiny red marks crisscrossed his smooth skin, slick with sweat. She felt her own arousal grow as she imagined those same marks, that same pain on her own back. What wouldn’t she give in that moment to trade places with her lover? She couldn’t think of a single thing.
As the song neared its end, Emma dropped the flogger to the stage, turning her captive back toward the audience. She’d expected surprise, perhaps even a bit of anger in Jack’s gaze. What she wasn’t prepared for was the unconcealed hunger.
She heard several women in the audience cheer loudly, appreciating that look as well. She was going to have to keep a closer eye on her boyfriend after this.
Stepping closer, Emma rose on tiptoe to kiss her captive lover. If she’d had any illusions of being in control, Jack wiped them away in an instant. His lips claimed hers, devouring her, letting her know in no uncertain terms he’d allowed everything that had occurred on this stage to happen.
It was that knowledge that changed the tide for Emma.
The dancers moved into position for the final beats of the song. During rehearsal, the plan had been for Emma to raise her flogger one last time, the lights flashing off with her frozen in that frame.
She changed her mind. As the last pulse of the song played, Emma dropped to her knees, signaling her own submission.

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