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Opis ebooka Simply Smut - Guy New York

Simply Smut is just that: a collection of terribly filthy and deliciously erotic stories from Quickies in New York. There are forty-five stories (around 25,000 words) in the collection, and they range from threesomes, to anal, to fountains, parks, rooftops, orgies, and even a few very tender moments. The stories are all first person, from male and female points of view, and along with the illicit details come hints of emotional introspection and connection. If you like your smut mixed with a hint of humor, a dose of wit, and just a little bit of smarts, then this is for you. If you also enjoy a little bondage, some hot bi scenes, a touch of cheating, and some well endowed men, then this is really for you.

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SIMPLY SMUT

The Dirtiest Stories from Quickies in New York

Guy New York

QNY

Thank you for reading. If you enjoy this book, please leave a review or connect with the author.

All rights reserved. Aside from brief quotations for media coverage and reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without the author’s permission. Thank you for supporting authors and a diverse, creative culture by purchasing this book and complying with copyright laws.

Copyright © 2017 by Guy New York

Published by QNY

Cover image © The Dirty Gentleman

Cover design by Guy New York

Interior design by Pronoun

Distribution by Pronoun

ISBN: 9781508068181

TABLE OF CONTENTS

EX ON THE TRAIN AT 4AM

CALL ME

MY SECRETARY

CRAIG’S LIST

THE LAST NIGHT ON THE ROOF

LOSING MORE THAN A GAME OF POOL

GOOD MORNING

FUCKED ON THE DANCE FLOOR

A NICE GIRL AND A HUGE COCK

HE’LL NEVER KNOW

IT’S ONLY YOU

TENANT MUST REMAIN CLEANLY SHAVED

SOAKING WET AT 2:30 AM IN WASHINGTON SQUARE

IS THIS THING WORKING?

COCKSUCKING 101

OBEY

IT WAS ALMOST ENOUGH

JUST A KISS

BOYFRIEND 101

ASS FUCKING SEASON AGAIN

THE FARMER’S DAUGHTER

FLEET WEEK IN NYC

I CAN. YOU CAN’T.

YOU’RE FROM PORTLAND

FUCK ME IN EARNEST

WHAT ARE MY CHOICES?

THE MAGIC NUMBER

DO YOU THINK ANYONE WOULD NOTICE?

SUMMER FRIDAYS

JUST HOW TO TOUCH

ANYTHING IN AN ALLEY

MR. HANDSOME

THIRTEEN INCHES OF SNOW

A WALK IN THE PARK

HAPPY NEW YEAR, YOU LITTLE SLUT

THE EDGE OF COMING

WHERE DID HE END?

CENTRAL PARK IN THE RAIN

HIS LITTLE TOY

JUST A COCK

I DIDN’T BOTHER WITH HER DRESS

A NAKED GIRL AND A LINEN SUIT

A BLIND TEST

LESS THAN COLD HEARTED

FIXED GEAR AND NO CONDOMS

About The Author

More by Guy New York

EX ON THE TRAIN AT 4AM

~

I’M STUCK AT A DYING party with no one to talk to and a missing g-string. The street is hot and the subway is hotter but at least by now it’s nearly empty. There are only two other people on the train, and I sit down directly across from one of them before I realize it’s my ex-boyfriend.

Shivers. Where those good or bad?

He’s looking at me with that grin of his and I want to slap him. And kiss him. God, I must be drunk.

He doesn’t say anything, but he looks me up and down trying to remember what I look like under these clothes. Eye contact lasts as he gets up and moves towards me. He still hasn’t said a word, and my body is doing things it shouldn’t. His hand grabs the railing above my head and he looks down at me with that grin. When I finally look away, my eyes move down and lock onto his zipper. I know it’s under there. I remember. I remember far too well for being this close to him at 4am on a subway when I’ve been drinking.

My hands are on his hips, sliding up under his tee shirt to his hard flat stomach. One hand pushes hair away from my face. One of my hands is pressing against his cock through his jeans and I can tell he likes it.

He’s sitting now, and I’m on his lap. The train is moving fast and the old man in the corner is watching us.

I don’t know whose hands unzipped his jeans, and I don’t know who guided him into me, but I do know it was me who kissed him so hard I almost drew blood. His hands slid up under my skirt, gripped my ass tightly and pulled me down around him until I could feel his pelvic bone against my clit.

I’m screaming into his mouth as I fuck him, and I barely notice that the train has stopped. It’s only another couple stumbling onto the train, totally unaware of us as they kiss against the door.

As we start moving again, he’s thrusting into me with the same rhythm as the train, and I’m remembering every single time we fucked. His hands are around me, I’m pushing onto him, sucking his lip into my mouth, and I can’t believe that I’m about to come.

I bury my mouth in his neck, moaning into his skin as his fingers slide up between my thighs from behind. Oh god, I think to myself. He remembers.

Just as I begin to bite into his neck, one finger pushes gently into my ass and I’m coming like I always used to. My body is shaking, my breath is short, and I know there are scratches on his shoulders.

When my breath slows down I can tell he’s still hard inside me. He could always wait as long as he wanted. He could take me home, fuck me all night, and then fuck me again after breakfast.

The train stops at the next station. He’s kissing my neck, and holding me, whispering things into my ear about what else he wants to do before the sun comes up.

Before I know it, I’m sliding out the door just as it’s closing. The look of surprise hasn’t even registered on his face as he sits there with his big cock sticking out of his jeans.

“Thanks,” I say, as I blow him a kiss and walk up the stairs into the early morning.

CALL ME

~

MY GIRLFRIEND AND I HAD a secret code to play out one of my longstanding fantasies. It was the sort of thing we talked about late at night, but would never happen. Which is why when my phone beeped, and I saw the message, my stomach dropped and my cock was hard within seconds.

“Call Me.”

It was the phrase. It was what she would write if she were going to do it.

I stumbled out of Doc Holidays Bar and onto the street. I plugged the earphones into my iPhone and bummed a smoke. As the phone began to ring I was more nervous than I had ever been.

“Hello,” she said. Her voice was quiet and her breath was quick.

“Are you...” I couldn’t finish it.

“Yes,” she whispered, and I took a long drag off my cigarette.

“Where are you?” I asked.

“On his bed. Do you want to know more?”

“Yes,” was all I could say.

“He’s on his back on the bed. I’m on top of him and he’s...” she paused for a second, not sure if she should continue.

“Tell me,” I whispered.

“He’s inside me,” she said with a slow moan and I almost came right then. “He’s looking up at me as he fucks me and he feels so good. His hand is on my ass and he’s squeezing me as I push down onto him.” She was quiet for a moment and then she said, “Tell me what to do.”

I took another drag and leaned back against the wall. My mind was reeling and I was somewhere between misery and exaltation.

“Climb off him.” I waited for her to say she had and then continued. “Lie down on your back and open your legs.” She told me she had and I could hear her breathing get faster with each second. “I want you to put the phone down next to you when I’m ready and then do just what I say. Once I say the word I won’t talk to you again until tomorrow. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Reach one hand down between your legs and open your cunt for him. I want to hear you beg him to fuck you. Beg and beg until he does and then I want to hear you come. I want to hear him fuck you as you scream and beg and moan and shake beneath him. Do you understand?”

Her response was fainter as if the phone was away from her mouth and then I could tell she was talking to him.

“Please,” she moaned with an urgency I had heard so many times. “Please fuck me. I need to feel that big cock inside me. Please, make me come. Make me come so hard like you did this morning.”

I closed my eyes and I couldn’t turn off the phone. This morning?

I could hear her beg and I could hear the change in her voice when he entered her. Her voice turned deep and rich as she begged and screamed, and I could hear his groans mingle with hers. I could hear their bodies hard against each other and the phone tossing on the bed. It was only moments later that she began to scream, and I knew her body was shaking beneath him and clenching around his cock like she always did with mine.

Through the entire thing she never stopped begging, she never stopped calling his name, and she never stopped telling him how good he felt inside her. She came hard and loud and at the very last moment she said something just for me.

“Oh God, I love you,” she said as I clicked off the phone.

MY SECRETARY

~

“WOULD YOU PLEASE COME IN here for a moment,” I said to my secretary over the intercom. Seconds later she walked in my door and stood in front of my desk with her hands folded.

“Close the door please.” She walked over and closed it, then returned to my desk.

“Take off your underwear.” She reached up under her skirt and slid a pair of red boy-shorts down her legs and into a waiting hand. She reached out and dropped them on my desk. I got up slowly and walked behind her asking her to place her hands on the hard wooden surface. She leaned forward with her legs spread ever so slightly apart.

“Tell me Sarah,” I asked, “when was the last time you were fucked?”

“Last night sir,” she replied.

“Who was it?”

“My downstairs neighbor,” she answered without explaining more.

“Where did he fuck you?”

“In my pussy.”

“Which room did he fuck you in,” I said slightly annoyed at her intentional misunderstanding.

“On the couch in his living room sir.”

“And where was your boyfriend?” This time she paused for a moment as if to catch her breath.

“He was at work, sir.”

My hand slid up the back of her thighs, over the soft curve of her ass feeling her skin beneath my palm. I lifted the hem of her skirt up and rested it on the small of her back.

“Was this the first time he fucked you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. I rubbed her ass gently with the back of my hand, and then slowly pressed two fingers against her back. My nails were towards her skin as my fingers slid downwards between her cheeks. They pressed gently against her as they slid down, until they were resting against the soft lips of her cunt.

“Did you come?” I asked quietly.

“No, sir,” she said. I didn’t move my fingers, and I could feel her wiggle a bit against them.

“Do you want to come now?” I asked.

“Yes sir.”

“What would make you come?”

“If you fucked me.”

“Is that all?”

“No,” she whispered.

“What else?”

“I have to call him. I have to call him and tell him.”

“Call who, and tell him what?” I asked as I pressed slightly harder against her, pushing my fingers into her warm folds.

“Call my boyfriend,” she whispered. “Call him and tell him about last night.” I slowly extended my fingers, pushing them backwards into her, until they were buried inside her to where they met my palm. She picked up her phone as I began to work them in and out of her, feeling her insides with the tips of my fingers.

“Call him,” I said.

“Hi baby,” she whispered into the phone when he answered.

“Are you in your office? Yeah? Can you close the door for a minute?” Her voice was calm and collected, even as I moved in and out of her faster and faster.

“I need to talk to you about something for a minute. It’s about last night. You were working late, and when I went down to pick up our laundry the new guy from downstairs was there. Yes. Something did happen.”

I pulled my fingers out of her and moved so I was directly behind her.

“We just talked in the laundry room, but then he asked me over for a drink, and I don’t know baby, I just went. It wasn’t a big deal, but then we were sitting on his couch and he was kissing me.”

My pants were undone and I was pressing my hard cock against her.

“I know baby. I do love you, but it just happened.” There was a pause, and I pushed gently against her still careful not to enter her.

“Yes,” she said, in answer to a question I couldn’t hear. Then yes again.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked. “I sucked his cock on the couch. I knelt on the floor in front of him and sucked him.” There was a long pause, and I was having trouble staying still.

“Yes, baby,” she finally said in a sort of moan mixed with tears. “I did. I let him fuck me.”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, I thrust inside her. She pushed back onto me as she continued to whimper into the phone.

“No baby,” she said, “I didn’t come. You know I didn’t come, baby.” She leaned down further over the desk, resting her head on one arm as the other reached between her legs.

“Only you make me come,” she said, letting out a sigh and a moan. “Yes baby, only you.”

I was now fucking her as hard as I could and she wasn’t even pretending to be calm. She was moaning and whispering into the phone, and pushing back against my cock as her fingers rubbed her clit. She continued moaning as I continued fucking her, until finally she was just whispering, “I’m sorry” over and over again into the phone as she came and came on my hard cock.

When she finally caught her breath, I tucked myself back in and zipped up my pants.

“Can we talk about it tonight?” she asked into the phone. “I love you too. So much.”

I placed her skirt back down over her ass and walked around to the front of my desk. She looked up at me, still holding herself up with her hands. She leaned in further and kissed me gently.

“That’ll be all, Sarah.”

CRAIG’S LIST

~

THEY HAD BEEN MARRIED FOR six days, eight hours, and seven minutes when I first sucked his cock.