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From Smutwriters.com comes a wide, sexy selection of twelve stories, including BDSM, ménage, and exhibitionism. A kinky couple brings a third into their relationship. A brother seduces death to save his brother. A French maid catches the interest of her lord. Enjoy today’s hottest erotica authors at their hottest with this free anthology. Warning: explicit content.

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Excerpt from “The Dreams of Violetta,” the first part of the novella, The Love of Violetta.

My darning was interrupted at seven by the baying of hounds, and the entire household staff rushed into the cold to greet Roland.

I followed the press into the main hall. Roland loomed over his father as they shook hands. One tall, pious, with a tidy powdered wig, bending over the short wicked man with the mess of dark curls. Little doubt the Duc’s wig was abandoned on a bust or resting on a drunken maid’s breast.

They shook hands. Roland kissed the cheek of the housekeeper and clapped the majordome on the back. If my love saw me, he gave no sign. Roland went to wash away the filth of the road, and I crept into the empty salon.

My hand searched for his letter, for his words of love. My breath was loud and jagged in my ears.

“Are you ill, Violetta?”

I opened my eyes, and the Duc was standing there, his dark eyes glittering.

“No, Monsieur. I only wanted to catch my breath after the press.”

The Duc was a virile forty-five, and in a moment he had me trapped against the wall. “Can I help you catch it, little maid?” he said, his face inches from mine.

I turned my head, my hands balled into fists. “Please, Monsieur.”

He rubbed the rough stubble of his cheek on my face. “What do you want?” he said, leaning his body into me.

“Father, I forgot to tell you—”

Tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes. To be found like this by my love, my noble Roland, it was more than I could bear. My cheeks burned.

The Duc released me, like a cat done with the mouse it had been tormenting. “Yes, my son, what did you forget?”

“The merchants…they said…” Roland mumbled.

I rushed from the room, up the stairs, and straight to my bed where I bathed my pillow with my tears. It was a quick cry—there was work to be done. I needed to talk to Roland. If I could explain myself, tell him the Duc had caught me in a room unawares…

Free For Two Day: Gutter Punk

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Tod has some relationship hang-ups after his last break up. Things are moving crazy fast with Carla, and before he knows it, he’s off the streets and living like a king. What will Carla do when she finally finds out why he ran away? And will Tod be able to adjust to a life of luxury.

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Free For Two Days: Love on the 500

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Carla is bad at keeping her hands to herself on the bus. One day she manages to ass grab her way into a date with a cute gutter punk. Join this twitchy scientist as she navigates the difficulties of the dating world and hot boy who just needs a shower.

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Romantic Monday: The Dog Park, Part 4

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For this week, I wanted to skip over into (I almost wrote Tod because that’s the name of the main male character of the story I’m working on) John’s perspective. And why not some more masturbation?

This post is part of Romantic Monday. For the full roster, visit Edward Hotspur’s blog.

18+

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What had inspired me to ask her out, I’ll never know. While I was doubled over in pain, thinking things couldn’t go any worse, I resolved to make the best of it. After all, she wasn’t heartless, she had to feel bad about that nut shot her dog managed to pull of. I figured I’d play on her sympathies for a date. To my surprise, it worked.

Closing my eyes, I could see Kerry’s pretty blond hair, her vivid green eyes, and bright smile. Her dog was a beast. To be honest, seeing a petite girl like her with a massive dog was a turn-on. Not that Shoe wasn’t a fine specimen of a hound. She was the perfect wing women, and today she’d done a superb job.

“Want a treat, girl?” I asked her once we got back home.

She skittered a quick circle, an enthusiastic yes. I grabbed a Milkbone.

“Sit,” I said, holding the back of my hand up to her. “Paw up,” I told her, holding my forearm close to her.

She put her two little paws on my arm and delicately took the biscuit from my hand. Shoe was a pretty French bulldog, a reverse brindle. When she was born, one toe had been cut off during the Cesarean, and as a pup she’d worn a shoe, earning her name.

“Good girl.” I patted her head then wiped the drool off her face. One nice thing about dating a girl with a bulldog, I wouldn’t have to explain the towels all over the floor.

Okay, there would be a lot of nice things about dating her. I hopped in the shower and washed my hair. I took my time shaving, careful not to cut myself. I styled my hair with some fancy hair gunk.

Shoe could sense my excitement. She dashed around my feet as I paced from my closet to my bureau. I finally opted for the the t-shirt of a robot my sister got me and some cargo pants with my green sneakers. It was as close to cute as I got.

I still had about an hour to kill. With nothing better to do I stripped off my clothes and let my imagination run wild. I conjured Kerry to lay by my side, to breathe in my ear and trail her fingers up my chest as I worked my hand over my mushroom head.

I moaned and it was her fingers that closed over balls. “That feels good,” I told her. She would smile at me and press her tits against my arm.

Precum dribbled out of my head and I worked over my cock. “Oh Kerry,” I said. A second later, my nuts tightened and I surged in my hand. I mopped up the mess with a tissue.

“Never go out with a loaded gun,” I told Shoe when I let her back in the room. Before I left I made sure to settle Shoe into her little bed. “Lazy dog, you’re just going to sleep the whole time I’m gone, aren’t you?”

She gave a contented sigh and closed her eyes.

When I started down the street for my date, I was almost skipping.

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Next week, the date! I think I’m going to stick with John for another three turns and develop him a bit more.

I hope you like the dogs. They’re based on real dogs. Despite their difference in size, (30 lbs. vs. 95 lbs.) they were/are adept at stealing beds. Don’t worry, they’ll have their own love affair too. The real Sasha wrestles with an adorable English bulldog (she launches herself off of things onto him), so I’ve got a good idea about the mechanics.

Sexy Homework

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I know, I’ve been remiss in doing anything with this blog. I don’t know if sharing my sexy homework makes up for that, but I hope it does. There’s no actual sex in this story, just fantasies, discussions, and remembrances of sex. The scene is told first from the woman, Jessica’s perspective, and then we see it from her boyfriend Paul’s perspective.

Jessica

A smile still teased my lips. Paul, my boyfriend, looked hot in his frilly shirt, tight vest and breeches, silk stockings with silk ribbon garters, and court shoes, all cream and baby blue. I loved when he let me dress him.

The car breaking down sucked. Paul had called for a tow truck, and now he was calling someone from the party for a ride. It would be a travesty to spend an hour dressing up for a masque and miss it.

I fumbled beside me for the lever and lowered my seat. I put my exotic new boots up on the dash.

“Minx,” he said, slipping back into his seat.

“So, how long?” I asked.

“Indeterminate. They need to either find someone sober enough to drive, or wait for someone to show up.”

“I guess we’ll have to keep ourselves amused.” I didn’t push my tits at him, although they looked luscious in the black leather corset. I didn’t try some exotic contortion to show my ass. I wiggled my feet at him, and his eyes popped out of his head.

My expensive new boots had been shipped from England, and upon their arrival in the states, they were torn from their tissue paper and fornicated with, or upon, I’m not sure which was more accurate. My boyfriend had a thing for leather boots. When I came how, he’d proudly asked me to see if I could tell where he had cleaned his spunk from my boots. I could, but he was so excited I’d lied.

Paul made me strip down and trot around in the boots for a few minutes, then it was time to get ready. We had a reputation to uphold. Paul’s dick was so hard he could barely get his breeches on. Our theme was rococo-punk, or something. We looked good, that was the main thing. Before we left, Paul had rubbed his crotch against the sole of my boot, stroking the red seam of my Cuban-heel stocking. He had to walk hunched over like an awkward teenager.

“It’s too bad we don’t know when people are coming. I could finger myself and you could play with these.” Wiggle.

Paul’s hand was on his crotch, and he rubbed himself against it. “And?”

“This time you can come in me and lick my boots.”

“I thought about that,” he said. “I thought about you legs in your stocking, the taste of leather on my tongue, and your hot pussy.” At the last word his hips thrust up.

“It’s too bad I’m not wearing those old-timey crotchless bloomers. You could just bend me over the hood of the car and have your way with me.”

Paul’s face wrinkled, like all the blood rushing to his dick left his head dehydrated. He fiddled with the fastenings of his breeches.

“Hey mister, none of that,” I said and slapped his hand away.

He lunged over the consol. He knew better than to kiss me when I was wearing this much makeup, so he buried his face in my breasts instead. He cupped my mound over my satin bloomers.

“Baby, you’ll get my costume all wet,” I said. And he would. At the hot press of his fingers the moisture was seeping out of me.

He had a wicked grin as he looked up. He licked my teeth, careful of my lipstick, and went back to smashing his face in my tits. His hand slipped into my bloomers and he stroked the soft cotton of my underwear. “Fuck, you are wet.”

I pushed him back into his seat. He stared at me and licked his fingers.

This is what we were going to do until someone came to get us, play, How hot can you make me?

It was Paul’s turn, and I yanked my foot up to my mouth. With my tongue I traced the patterns on the leather. Wedging myself against the door, I got my other foot into Paul’s lap. He cradled the heel against his hard-on.

“You’re going to make me come,” he said as I laved the leather of my boot like it was a sentient creature to be pleasured by my tongue. “I’m going to have a huge stain on my crotch, because you’re so hot making out with that boot.”

Headlights flashed and slowed. Either our ride was here or the tow truck had arrived. I jerked upright and tried to compose myself. Paul just laughed.

Paul

These pants were strangling my boner. I could hear Jessica in my head, telling me, They’re breeches Paul. As she dressed me, she explained the garments. The words went in one ear and out the other. I watched her hands linger on the fastenings, her parted lips, her eyes darkening with lust.

When the car broke down, I called a tow truck and got in touch with someone at the party. I neither knew nor cared why Jessica got so wet at costume parties, my focus was on making it happen, and that sweet drunken sex at the end of the night, drooping feathers smashed on the pillow, a mouth full of makeup.

When I got back in the car, she had her boots up for me to see. “Minx.” The afterimage of my cock against the heel burned in the dark.

“So, how long?” she asked.

“Indeterminate. They need to either find someone sober enough to drive, or wait for someone to show up.” A mischievous smile curled her lips. I don’t think she knew how indulgent she was. Most women would—and reasonably may I add—object to having their brand new boots ejaculated on. My girlfriend was too wound up about the party to let anything deter her happiness. A pair of backup boots waited for us if the new ones hadn’t arrived. She was going to get hot and bothered showing off all night and vent her lust on me.

“I guess we’ll have to keep ourselves amused,” she said in a low thick tone. She moved her toe in a seductive circle. “It’s too bad we don’t know when people are coming. I could finger myself and you could play with these.”

Her toe moved in another circle, and I pictured the tip resting at the base of my cock, rubbing small pulsing spirals. My cock strained my pants and I had to press my hand against it. “And?”

“This time you can come in me and lick my boots.”

Her words enveloped me, a warm wet sheath around my imagination. The chemical sting of her new leather boots had brought tears to my eyes as I nuzzled them, fresh from their wrapping. Now they were filled with her petite feet in their silky stockings. “I thought about that,” I said. “I thought about you legs in your stocking, the taste of leather on my tongue, and your hot pussy.” My body arched off the seat.

“It’s too bad I’m not wearing those old-timey crotchless bloomers. You could just bend me over the hood of the car and have your way with me,” she said.

Her apple round ass appeared in front of me, her creamy thighs with the red stripe of her seamed stocking, the lips of her pussy peeking out from between them.

“Hey mister, none of that,” she said and slapped the back of my hand.

I hadn’t been aware of my fingers, busying themselves at my laces in an attempt to relieve my excruciating boner. It just needed a minute to stretch its legs.

Overcome with lust, I went for her tits, pressing my lips to her velvet skin. I slipped my hand between her legs.

“Baby, you’ll get my costume all wet,” she pleaded.

I had to taste her. How could I listen to her say that and not have her salt on my lips? I stuck my tongue in her mouth, something too barbaric to be called a kiss. Like a drunken noble in a brothel, I dove into her tits while my other hand sought her moisture. “Fuck, you are wet.”

She pushed me back into my seat. God it got me so hot when she manhandled me. I stuck my fingers in my mouth.

Not to be outdone, Jessica traced her new leather boots with the tip of her pink tongue. I pressed the heel of her other boot against my cock. “You’re going to make me come,” I said.

Jessica continued to put on a show for me. I should tell her she’s messing up her lipstick, but she was so hot. She wiggled in her seat, her hips rocking back and forth. “I’m going to have a huge stain on my crotch, because you’re so hot making out with that boot,” I said.

My balls got that tight feeling, my dick twitched, and the crunch of gravel announced we had company. I laughed—saved by the fucking bell, or tow truck

 

 

On Sale Now, an Enchanting Spring

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I love Old House Gardens.

They send you beautiful fat bulbs. I asked them to select me a sampler by fragrance, and my daffodils perfumed the street.

A great gift, and right now, a great deal. Plant yourself some happiness. After a drear winter, we all need a little sunshine.

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Romantic Monday– The Dog Park, Part 1

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This is my first week doing romantic Mondays. I was invited to add a little spice to the line-up! You can find the full list here.

I wanted to do something sweet and sultry, instead of just red hot. I’m afraid you’ll have to stick with it to get to the juicy bits.

I have to be honest, there were times I wanted to take him back. He was 85 lbs. of dog muscle with a bit more to grow. While he was well mannered, he had serious separation anxiety issues. I can’t imagine having him and not working from home. As is, when I left for the store I came back to a foamy mess. He slavered all over his paws and chest. Released from the welded steel kennel, he dashed from room to room, his entire ass wagging.

“Sasha, come, sit.” An American bulldog named Sasha. I shook my head and wiped him down.

My friends and family harassed me when I adopted such a huge dog. Nate took one look at him and said, “So Kerry, you’ve got the vibrator, you’ve got the warm mass to snuggle with. Should you register somewhere, since this is as married as you’re getting?”

Sasha, sensing my irritation, gave him the stink eye.

Nate and I had dated, a long long long time ago. He’d been with his current girlfriend for three years and was planning to propose on Valentine’s day at some fancy restaurant, “‘Cuz she gets all squishy for crap like that.” We went ring shopping, as he felt it was important to get the feminine perspective. I talked him out of a tiny diamond and into a big honking citrine. From what I knew about Veronica, she’d want something a little different that had some oomph. She’d squeal, say yes, then ask Nate if he took Kerry shopping with him.

I liked her, so it felt weird that I was jealous. I didn’t want Nate back, but I wanted something. Everyone thought it was funny, the erotica writer with no love life.

My eyes flicked over to the clock and I realized I’d been staring at my wall for ten minutes, thinking. Sasha nudged my knees and gave me some puppy dog eyes set to: melt mortal soul with warm gooey caramel.

“Wanna go for walk boy?”

He stamped and wagged his tail. Sometimes he reminded me more of a horse than a dog. He whimpered and gamboled as I stuffed a few plastic grocery bags in my pocket and got his collar. I had one of those spiky mean looking ones. People thought it was cruel, but I thought it was in Sasha’s best interest that he be under my control at all times.

We started toward the dog park. Some people gave Sasha a wide berth, others patted him while he politely sat, his tail thumping on the ground.

The main lawn of the dog park was a mass of energetic mutts in flagrant violation of the leash laws. It was one of those things where everybody looked the other way. Sasha and I skirted the edge and said “hello” to the friendly dogs and owners.

A French bulldog trotted up to us, and pretty reverse brindle. Her owner was two steps behind the little dog, yelling, “Shoe!”

Sasha wagged his tail like mad as he sniffed the new dog. It must be a girl.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he said. His voice was warm and masculine, and he had a crinkled Cheshire cat grin. My heart stopped at his beautiful blue eyes.

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You’ll have to wait until next week for more!

 

The Altar of Deimos is Free!

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Free, until October 29th! If you like, please consider leaving a review. Don’t worry if it’s not 5-stars, I like thoughtful 3-star reviews just as much.

Also, the adult Amazon filter is just bizarre. Search results for The Altar of Deimos (if you specify Kindle Store, my book pops up).

More Vampire Smut

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I had written a draft of The Coiffure of Mademoiselle de la Grise, and then I glanced at what the Abbe de Choisy had written, and it was so much hotter. My piece didn’t do his memoir justice. I’m going to rewrite it. I refuse to sully the Abbe’s name, more than I already have, with subpar smut. So, here’s The Vampire Rubbed My Cock, Chapter 3. There are some nonconsent themes (no rapes) and punching! I guess when the plans of mice and men go astray, look to hearing from Camille and Giles again.

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I had a decision to make—either I went hunting in the woods for herbs for my Camille, or I fetched her flowers. I sat in the car, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. “I’ll deal with that tomorrow, today I’m going home for a few things.”

Home was a hotel room, and in this case, all I owned fit in a small suitcase. Of course, compared to what I owned back in the day, in Greece, it was a mountain of worldly goods. All my precious things were hid in the lining, and the rest were clothes, a spare set of sneakers, and a few books.

Visiting a little cafe, I got on one of their computers, did a bit of research, and found a florist I liked. With a stack of cash, I set up an order for a fresh bouquet of camillias to be delivered to the vampire’s house for the next two months.

The sun was getting low then. I made it home about a half hour before my lover would start to stir. The thought of binding her to the bed was tempting, but she didn’t need to know that I had cord that strong. She might start to wonder what other treasures I owned. It was the one thing that made me nervous about vampires, their tendency to take what they wanted.

I settled between her legs and lapped at the plumes of jizz on her breasts and belly. Her hand caressing my head let me know she was awake.

“I dreamt you left my lying here, covered in your seed,” she said.

“That wasn’t a dream love. I’m cleaning it up right now.”

“Wicked creature,” she moaned before her hand fell limp.

“I will show you wicked.” I knelt over her face, presenting my hard cock to her lips.

Camille opened her mouth and I thrust myself deep into her throat. Her mouth was cool and wet. Shivers ran up my spine as she clenched my ass. I moved her finger to rub my asshole. She made some muffled protest that vibrated my prick in a lovely manner. Her hand gripped firmly in mine, I put our fingers in my mouth before forcing them into my ass while she tried to talk with my dick in her mouth.

“Tell me it’s wrong Camille, tell me how dirty it is,” I growled, pumping her hand in and out of my ass.

She squawked and her finger squirmed against my prostate.

“Just like that, oh I’m going to come in that pretty mouth.” She tried to sit up, but instead pressed her nose to my groin, my dick hitting the back of her throat. With a grunt, I exploded in her mouth.

She pushed me off her and slapped me. “How dare you! I’m not your fuck toy.” My cum drippled down her chin and she spoke, and with a look of disgust she ran to the bathroom.

I rubbed my jaw. Already I could feel the bruise forming. “What are you all mad about?”

She moved in a flash to stand over me, her foot on my throat. “I am angry that you shoved my finger up your ass. I may not shit, but you do.” She stuck her finger in my face with its dirty nail.

“How do you know it’s not dirt from your garden?” I asked. She pressed down, constricting my breathing.

“I keep my nails immaculate. It’s your shit.”

“Shall I nibble it clean for you mistress?” I asked, my voice rough. She glared at me while I idly caressed her calf.

“I want you out,” she said, jumping onto the floor. The sound of furious scrubbing came from the bathroom.

My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for her to finish with her abulations. She stomped up behind me and I waited.

“Leave,” Camille hissed.

“Don’t you want my secrets?”

She punched me hard enough to knock me off the bed. I hit the floor and my dick stood up. With a sharp kick, she broke a rib. “Not enough to put up with you.” She was loading up another one when I grabbed her, pulling her down on top of me.

Blood flowed into my mouth as she broke my nose with her elbow. I grabbed her arms, forcing them down by her side. She shivered in fear as she felt my strength. I kissed her. She pushed her tongue through my lips with a growl, lapping at the blood. I released her and her hands went to my throat, squeezing me. Her weight on top of me was heavenly and I moaned as she shifted over my hard prick. Each wet lap to my wound brought my hips up.

“You get off on this don’t you.”

“Ah­-huh,” I said. I reset my nose and the bones started to knit, a tingling pain.

“You could have just asked me to kick your ass,” she said. I winced as she bit me. Soon, the numb pleasure of her venom blurred my mind.

“It’s better if you’re mad.” I stroked her hair as she fed and her body relaxed into me.

Before I passed out, she pulled away. “Does this mean you’re going to be randomly pissing me off?”

“You can beat me as hard as you want.” I gave her a big bloody smile.

“And you’ll show me what to do to stay awake during the day?”

I nodded.

“Fine, but we start tonight.”

“I was going to go to the woods tomorrow and bring back plants for your garden.” Reaching down, I moved her hips back and forth.

“We can go now,” she said, grinding against me harder.

“You would be caught in the daylight, unless we stayed in one of my little hovels, and you would not like it.” I lifted her and set her down on my cock.

“I’ve stayed in hovels,” she said. Her tits bounced as she rode my dick.

“It’s a hole in the ground Camille. You would not want to lie in it, even for a day.” By the stubborn set of her mouth, I knew she wouldn’t listen.

With a wicked grin, she reached behind her to fondle my balls. She kept talking, but I don’t know what she said, her hot velvet pussy swallowed my brain like it swallowed my cock. Rubbing her bud, her words turned into moans and her twat danced. It spasmed and she flopped onto me, her hips still rocking, milking my prick.

I burst inside her, gripping her to me.

“We should go soon,” she said.

“Why are vampires always so mulish?”

She slapped me, only this time it was playful. “Because we’re old. How is it that you’re not stubborn?”

“Because I’m older than you. I’ve learned to bend. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have a hot soak? I’ll draw a bath for you.”

She shook her head, and that was that. An hour later she was asking me how much further it was.

“Camille, for fuck’s sake, you begged to come here. Don’t make me say, ‘I told you so,’ because I will, until you beat me black and blue.”

She punched my arm, but that was the end of her whining. I pulled off onto an abandoned side road. After that it was half hour hike to my little hide out. I pushed back a boulder to let the cave air out.

“In there…we’re going to stay in here?”

“No, you will stay in there during the day. This is where I hide out when, well…”

She nodded. She knew what I meant. Living as long as we did, there were times when you had to disappear for a few months, a year.

“So, what’re we looking for?”

“Plants for tea,” I said. “Even the vampire who showed this to me wasn’t entirely sure how it worked.” I knelt down on the forest floor and started nibbling at things.

“So, you’re not even sure what you’re doing?”

“It’s a trial and error kind of thing.” I put the possible candidates in my left pocket, and the duds in my right. After a thorough sampling of our current area, I moved under a cluster of pine trees to see what grew there. I ignored the tempting clumps of mushrooms—that was for another night. Camille padded behind me.

“How did the vampire who showed you this figure it out?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. She didn’t really understand how it worked herself.”

“Could another vampire have showed her?” She squatted beside me and crushed a little white flower, bringing it to her nose. Leaning over, I sniffed her fingers.

“I guess. I don’t know if I have that one, pick that plant for me,” I said.

“This is kind of fun, certainly different than what I normally do.”

We spent the next hours of darkness crawling around the forest floor. When dawn neared, she sulked about having to hide in the cave, much as I knew she would. We made her a nest of blankets, but it was still a damp cave that hadn’t been used in years. While she slept, I napped in the sun then caught a squirrel for lunch. Washing the blood off in a cold creek, I felt like a proper satyr, a rare thing these days.

Alice and the Warden: A Superjail! Smut

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9/30, the new season of Superjail! starts on Cartoon Network! Hurray!

To celebrate, I bring you Alice and the Warden: An Uncensored Superjail! Smut.

Fans, I hope you find this and get a kick out of it. I don’t know how well the visual style of the show translates to text, but I tried.

18+, Transexual, nonconsent, sex change.

For those of you not familiar with the series, Alice is the transexual guard the Warden lusts after.

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Gazing at Alice’s picture, the Warden sighed.

“I don’t understand, why won’t she love me?” he asked his reflection. His purple beaver hair top hat was perfection, as was his lemon silk shirt, carnation bow tie, and matching purple tuxedo.

“Jailbot!”

The cheerful automaton appeared, idly throttling Jacknife.

“Get me the Doctor.”

A screen popped out of Jailbot’s side and the sound of shrieks filled the room. On the green monitor tentacles writhed around a white blob.

“Oh, that’s right my little experiment, fuck your daddy,” the Doctor moaned.

The Warden was disgusted to realize the pale shape jiggling was the Doctor’s ass. “Doctor!”

“Oh, Warden, uh…what can I do for you?”

“I want you to make me a love potion, so Alice will fall in love with me.”

The Doctor’s dick made a loud POP as it came out whatever hole it was shoved in. “Love is complicated. Do you want to come visit my experiment X?”

“No, make me a love potion!” The Warden threw a bottle of cologne at the screen and Jacknife howled as the shattered glass embedded in his face, the wounds bathed in cologne. Jailbot zipped from the room, leaving the Warden to sulk.

Clapping his hands, his caterpillar ride appeared. He bothered The Gays, yelled at Jared, and went stomping around the pumpkin patch until the peas and carrots chased him out.

Cue Eurotrash house music (unst unst unst unst)

The Twins snooped in to see what the Doctor was researching, then zapped back to their base.

“If it’s a love potion the Warden wants…” one said.

“Then we’ll have to help him…”

Information about hormones and female gentalia flew by on their screen as they devised a surprise for the Warden.

A week later, and the Warden was throwing pennies in a fountain, wishing for love.

“Warden! Warden, I’ve done it!” The Doctor held in his hand a glowing pink vial.

“You’ve done what?” the Warden asked in a peevish mood.

“I’ve made you a love potion. Here, drink this, and you will become irresistible to those around you.”

The Warden gave a girlish squeal, tapped his cane, and rode a rainbow into his office. He pressed a button on the intercom. “Alice! I need you now!”

Alice grunted, “Fine.”

Giggling, the Warden downed the solution.

Alice slammed the door open. The Warden swooned, his gaze lingering over her flame red hair, the dark stubble over her full lips, the luscious curve of her tits in her uniform, the mysterious bulge in her skirt, her muscular thighs. “What?” she grunted.

Her eyes widened and she stepped toward the Warden.

The Warden smiled and muttered to himself, “The potion is working.”

To his shock, the potion was doing more than attracting Alice. The Warden’s shirt grew uncomfortably tight and his dick turned itself inside out and burrowed into him as his balls atrophied.

He looked down and screamed, “I’m a woman!”

“And what a woman,” Alice said. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m gonna fuck that pussy.”

The Warden squeaked as she threw him across the desk, tearing off his pants. Pulling up her skirt, she shed her tighty whities, revealing a fat hard cock.

“Take off your shirt and let me see those titties,” Alice said, rubbing her drooling dick on the Warden’s slit.

With trembling hands the Warden unbuttoned his shirt. He’d dreamed of his time together with Alice, but it wasn’t like this. It was all candles and roses and bubble baths, and he was the man.

Alice bit his nipple and he squealed. “Alice, stop it, I don’t like that,” he said even as his new pussy drooled.

Alice slid a finger into his slippery cunt. “I think you do like it Warden.” She dropped her shirt on the floor and smashed her tits against the Warden’s.

The Warden looked down to see his hard nipples rubbing against Alice’s pink thick nipples. He squirmed on her finger, working it further into his twat.

“God, you’re so tight Warden, are you a virgin?”

“N…no,” the Warden replied, his face turning red.

Alice worked another finger into his pussy and he winced. “Oh, I think you are, at least this pussy is.” She crouched between his thighs and lapped his oozing twat. “I’ll tell you what Warden, suck my dick, and I’ll make sure you leave this room a real woman.”

Alice flopped into the Warden’s chair, grabbing his hair and forcing his head down into her groin.

Her crotch smelled like sweat and yeast. The Warden opened his mouth, feeling the smooth head fill his mouth and push back into his throat. “Nngg…” he protested.

“That’s good, suck my cock Warden,” Alice said, her hips bucking into the Warden’s mouth. She pressed his head down on her cock until her pubic hair tickled his lips and held him there as he struggled for air, tears streaming from his eyes.

The Warden came up, gasping, and as soon as he gulped down a lungful, Alice shoved him back on her cock. He could hear his sinuses creaking as her cock stretched out his throat. He got into a rhythm of sucking in air as Alice let him up before plunging her dick back into his mouth.

Alice grunted as her dick swelled. “Not so fast sweet lips, I’m not coming in your mouth, I’m coming in your pussy.” She let the Warden fall limp to the ground, spit smeared all over his cheeks and chin. “I’m going to make you beg for my dick,” she said, picking up the Warden’s thighs and burying her face between them. She laved his pussy lips until he was straining to get his hot little clit in her mouth.

“Oh Alice! Keep licking my pussy!” he said, twisting his nipples.

Alice tongued his clit and the Warden’s whole body convulsed. An unbearable pressure coiled low in his stomach and he exploded in Alice’s mouth. Unlike his usual orgasm from whacking off to her picture, this one kept going, washing over him in waves until his toes curled and his hands clenched Alice’s hair.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” She brutally thrust her cock in the Warden, making him cry out in pain. He tried to wriggle away but Alice gripped his ass, holding him still to plunder his pussy.

The pain subsided, and the Warden was surprised to find he enjoyed the fullness of Alice’s cock in him. Her sweat dripped in his face and he pulled her down to suckle her tits as she fucked him. Arching his back, he took more and more of her punishing dick into his virgin pussy. The Warden reached down to flick his clit as Alice pushed his ankles around his neck.

Furiously rubbing his clit, the Warden felt his pussy clench on Alice’s cock. Another orgasm washed over him, his cunt milking Alice’s dick. She painted the inside of his pussy with her jizz and kept fucking him, she was so hot for the Warden.

Alice shoved herself in the Warden up to the hilt, her balls bouncing off his thighs, spooge dripping out of his twat.

“Oh Alice, fuck me Alice, fuck me!”

“You got it boss.” Alice positioned the Warden so she could take him doggie style. She pummeled him, her balls slapped the back of his hand as he fidgeted with his clit. Touching it lightly, he felt something new in his pussy, a different kind of pressure, and in another moment he was girl gushing all over his fingers. The Warden stuck his finger in his mouth, tasting this brand new pussy juice.

Alice moaned. “Suck your fingers you little bitch.” She loaded her hand up with cum and stuffed it in the Warden’s mouth. “Now suck mine, you filthy whore.”

The Warden sucked on her fat sausage fingers and made himself come again. This time Alice blew her load too. Pulling out her dick, she sprayed jizz all over all over his ass, then passed out on top of the Warden, sated.

The Warden rolled over to hold his delightful love nymph as she slept. She woke an hour later, punched him in the face and threatened to kill him if he told anyone about them.

For the next hour, the Warden jerked his meat thinking about Alice’s tits, happy to have his dick back.

A few months later, the Warden’s belly started to swell. Jared is running a profitable gambling ring, with people betting over the due date and identity of the father. The Doctor is studying the phenomena while the Twins say nothing and smile.

(unst unst unst unst)