Filthy Bits: An Erotic Collection

By Edward Daniels

“Filthy Bits: An Erotic Collection” combines four Edward Daniels books into a single compilation. Each book in the collection has something different to offer, but contains something to satisfy everyone’s taste, kink, and perversion.

The books included in this collection are:

- “A Slut’s Perspective” is the story of a college freshman who has discovered the joys of sex – with her roommate, members of the student body, and with her professor. A natural “A” student, Kristy Wilson uses her free time to sleep with as many new and interesting people as possible. By the end of the story, you’ll be asking yourself why there weren’t girls like her at your school. Or maybe, Kristy will just remind you of someone from your past.

- “Accidental Dominance” is the story of a man embracing his role as Dominant to his girlfriend. It explores the lust, emotion, and raw deviant sex that draws both of them into the lifestyle and the consequences of the decisions they’ve made. Although it is technically a work of fiction, many details of this story are based on real-life experiences.

- “Coveting thy Neighbor’s Trophy Wife” is the story of a divorcee who finds comfort in the arms of his neighbor’s trophy wife... and the neighbor’s daughter. Over the course of the summer, they find that a “neighbors with benefits” arrangement may be just what they all need when their relationship takes an unexpected turn.

- “True Stories of a Middle Class Sugar Daddy” shows the wild ride you can expect when you find yourself part of “an arrangement.” It’s an unvarnished look at the highs and lows that come with dating for dollars. Find out why sugar daddies and sugar babies aren’t just people on daytime TV, but your friends, neighbors, and colleagues.

“Filthy Bits” is approximately 49,400 words in length and includes a sample from “She Needs to Be Used”, Edward Daniels’ latest book.

Warning: This book contains highly explicit descriptions of sex between consenting adults. If you are offended by sexual material or not of legal age in your jurisdiction, please do not purchase this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Edward Daniels
• Release date: Apr 12, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476268378

Edward Daniels

Edward Daniels is a proud erotic fiction author with a focus on telling short stories. His interests exploring the world of BDSM, sugar relationships, cheating spouses, prostitution, students and teachers, and even several stories “based on the true story” of his misspent youth. Many of his short stories are available in collections for those who want to find out how everything turns out in the end or who want to sample a range of different erotic possibilities. Based in Maryland, the author enjoys sharing his stories, and the filthy ideas inside his head, with the world.

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Filthy Bits: An Erotic Collection

By Edward Daniels

Copyright 2012 Edward Daniels

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Table of Contents

A Slut’s Perspective

Chapter 1: Being a Slut

Chapter 2: Field House

Chapter 3: Roommates and Lovers

Chapter 4: And then There Were Three

Chapter 5: Fucking the Professor

Accidental Dominance

Chapter 1: Discovery

Chapter 2: Finding Our Rhythm

Chapter 3: Domestic Service

Chapter 4: A Slight Pinch

Chapter 5: Night Out

True Stories of a Middle Class Sugar Daddy

Chapter 1: Perception vs. Reality

Chapter 2: Purely by Accident

Chapter 3: Tasty

Chapter 4: Substitute

Chapter 5: Working Her Way Through School

Chapter 6: Fuck-it List

Chapter 7: The Scammers

Chapter 8: Wrapping Up

Coveting thy Neighbor’s Trophy Wife

Chapter 1: Freelance

Chapter 2: Hard Rain

Chapter 3: Blown

Chapter 4: The Daughter

Chapter 5: A Stepmother’s Love

Chapter 6: The Dock

Chapter 7: The Boathouse

Chapter 8: Loose Ends

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Chapter One: Being a Slut

When a woman likes to fuck, everyone jumps to the conclusion that there was some kind of childhood trauma, abuse, or daddy issue that caused her to be abnormal. That wasn’t the case with Kristy. She came from good people as they say. She was a good girl; popular, but not mean and smart without being arrogant. She’d gotten good marks in school, been accepted into a regionally prestigious college, and generally seemed to have her life together. She wasn’t using her cunt to get back at someone who had hurt her early in life. She fucked because it’s what she wanted to do more than anything else. Some girls joined sororities or clubs on campus; others played sports or shopped like it was a sport. Not Kristy. Sex was her recreational activity of choice.

Kristy was a slut. There’s no simpler way to say it. She spread her legs for anyone who showed even a passing interest. Women, men, young, old, the details didn’t really matter. The only thing that prevented her from being a whore was that she didn’t fuck for money. Sure, she’d take it if it were offered, but the only expectation she had when someone pulled up her skirt was that she’d get off. Her sunny disposition made Kristy a hard person to dislike, but living in such a closed community of students and locals, she was most definitely a girl with a questionable reputation. Most people were too polite to say anything in public, but the looks and behind-the-back comments made it plain that she was a girl apart. That’s how everyone saw her, anyway.

Kristy didn’t think of herself as a slut, of course. Not using the term the way others did at least. She was a party girl, no question about that. Most weekends she was easy enough to find dancing her ass off at one of the few local bars that offered live music. She loved sex the way alcoholics love a drink. And the bars were the best place to find a little bit of both.

Each semester she scored top marks and worked hard to stay at the head of her class. If she wanted to play hard too, well, she figured that wasn’t anyone’s business but hers. Everyone talked about working hard and playing hard, but Kristy went out and did it. If the way she lived made anyone uncomfortable, that was more their problem than hers.

She hadn’t always been the object of teenaged lust and obsession. Kristy was a lanky tomboy with dirty blonde hair until her senior year in high school. That was about the time she traded torn jeans and band tees for low-rises and form fitted tops.

By then she putting two-and-two together and figured out that batting her eyelashes and wiggling her ass were good for more than attracting attention. With both the boys in here classes and her teachers, she could almost always convince them to do whatever she wanted. During her senior year, what she wanted was cock as often as she could get it. Who or what was attached to it wasn’t nearly as important as making sure it happened on a regular basis.

By the time she graduated, Kristy had a regular stable of everything from high school freshmen to college seniors who she could depend on to show up whenever the mood struck. There had even been rumors that more than one of her teachers had been part of her ever-expanding lineup for most of the year. No one every proved that, but it was generally accepted as being true. If high school had been her training ground, Kristy really came into her own in college.

Free of the small town gossip mill that curbed her more wanton activities, she made a name for herself as the girl you always wanted to see show up at a party. It was an airtight guarantee that at least one person there was going to get lucky before the end of the night. Not only did she know her reputation, but she delighted in it because it have her almost unlimited access to what she really wanted.

Getting a first class education was a definite perk, but Kristy would have been just as happy going into the city for Fleet Week and fuck her way from ship to ship. Since the fleet wasn’t normally available, she spent her first semester making due with the boys of her university soccer team. They were toned, testosterone fueled, and at least one of them was always available unless they were at practice or on the road for a game. Every team needs a mascot and theirs just happened to have a shaved cunt and give head in the locker room.

Chapter 2: Field House

Kristy wanted to be an athletic trainer. At least she thought so before she’d started spending time with the soccer team’s trainer. It had been billed as a work-study opportunity, but amounted to being a glorified equipment manager and her role mostly involved shagging errant balls and making sure the cleaning service picked up the towels on a regular basis. That might have been fine for someone who wanted to run their own team, but all Kristy wanted was an excuse to get her hands on the team members, or the team’s members. Either way was fine by her.

Twice a week for the first month she sulked on the sidelines and in the locker room as she watched her opportunities pass by. At this rate her battery budget was going to be more than she was spending on food. Kristy’s luck began to change when Scott Elder, the team’s goalie ran headlong into goal frame trying to deflect a well-aimed kick. The kick was good and passed just out of reach.

Before he was even off the field, Scott’s shoulder was bruising from the impact. If he was lucky, it would be sore for a few days, but usable. If not, he’d separated his shoulder and would spend a few games riding the bench. With an hour left in practice, Kristy got the grunt job of driving Scott back to the field house and putting his shoulder on ice until he’d gotten movement back or one of the regular trainers could be summoned to check out the damage.

Driving the club cart wasn’t glamorous, but Kristy wasn’t the type who needed glamour to look good. Even in a team sweatshirt and track pants, she was hot. If you happened to have a thing for the athletic look, she was downright sexy.

Holding his arm close to take the worst of the bumps, Scott hadn’t noticed it yet, but Kristy had already taken his measure. Busted arm or not, she already made up her mind that she was going to have him before practice ended and she missed another chance.

As soon as Scott was settled on the taping table, Kristy handed him a Percocet and bottle of water. The trainers would never have done that, but Kristy just smiled her widest smile and winked. Scott might have been a jock on the field, but she know from watching him around campus that he wasn’t just another athletic department meathead. That was a bonus, but not really a necessity for what she had in mind.

Just sit back and let the ice do it’s job, ok she said breezily as she taped a bag of ice to Scott’s shoulder. The task required that Kristy stand very close to pass the tape from hand-to-hand around Scott’s body. Under other circumstances, their proximity might have been awkward. Scott had closed his eyes and barely noticed when she dropped the tape. Making what could have passed for an effort to catch the roll before it unspooled, Kristy purposely missed and ended up with Scott’s cock in her hands.

Scott’s eyes flew open and he made a valiant effort to sit up before his shoulder reminded him that sudden movements were a bad idea. From his prone position, the best he could come up with was a less-than-enthusiastic what are you doing? By then, no explanation was really needed. Kristy’s hands had already found their way up the leg of his soccer shorts and had started jerking his soft dick to life. Even when injured and medicated, the human body’s natural response to sexual stimulation is swift and automatic.

Scott’s wasn’t the biggest cock Kristy had ever seen, but he had plenty of reason to be proud of his package. It was on the upper side of average and thick enough she would need to use both hands to wrap completely around it. Kristy didn’t exactly have big hands, but most guys seemed to appreciate her needing to use more than one hand. She knew that sex for men was at least as much about the visuals as it was the physical contact. Her misspent youth taught her nothing if not how to put on a show.

Unfortunately, they were still here in a locker room that would quickly lose its privacy when practice ended. At best, she only had ten minutes to get what she wanted and hide the evidence. On the off chance that someone came in early, she’d have to come up with a creative reason that a student trainer was on her knees between the goalie’s legs with his shorts around his cleats. A muscle cramp wouldn’t necessarily explain it, but it would give a run of the mill assistant coach as much plausibility deniability as they needed to look the other way.

In fairness, ten minutes was a lot more time than Kristy would need to make things happen. She was a first class cock gobbler and could generally crack even the hardest nut in a matter of minutes. If Scott’s ragged breathing was any indication, he wasn’t likely to be the kind to hold out on her. Kristy licked softly around the sensitive underside of his head and grazed him lightly with her teeth. Scott breathed in sharply as Kristy adjusted herself slightly for the big finish.

So do you like having your cock in my little mouth, baby? Kristy cooed in her best little girl voice. Still stroking the length of Scott’s cock, she couldn’t resist teasing him just a little. By then, this big, bad senior would pretty much have agreed to anything to make sure she kept going.

Uhh, God yes. You look fucking hot down there. Kristy grinned. She liked the ones who could focus enough to talk dirty to her. Scott would just need a little more convincing.

Mmmm. Good baby. Then tell me how you like this. Before she had finished the sentence, Kristy ducked her head beneath the edge of the taping table, stuck her tongue out, and licked furiously at Scott’s asshole. She could feel him jerk up from the table again and groan. It wasn’t the kind of moan caused by his shoulder injury.

Kristy was in her glory. She loved the feel of his hot balls laying against her forehead. His already hard cock seemed to grow even more ridged under her assault. Most girls would never do what she did. Even the ones who did almost never admitted it. And even then it wasn’t the normal way to break in a new lover. The filthier the sex, the more she liked it. Jamming your tongue up someone’s ass tended to let them know you were a serious freak. Some guys could handle it and some couldn’t.

Oh fuck, oh fuck… Jesus Christ… you’re a dirty fucking slut aren’t you. It wasn’t really a question, but Kristy still liked to feel like her efforts were appreciated. Scott was dangerously close to blowing his load. Kristy felt it coming on, of course, and just before she reached the moment of no return she pressed the knuckle of her ring finger against Scotts now asshole. It was already well lubed from her spending the last five minutes slobbering all over his cock, balls, and ass. She didn’t press with enough force to penetrate, but it was more than enough to let him know that she could have if she wanted to. It was a subtle reminder about who was running the show. Most guys got the message, even if it were only subconsciously.

Kristy might scream sex everywhere she went, but her boy toys tended to look out for her. And there were enough of them crawling around the campus, that she never had trouble with anyone who might have mistaken her for a helpless young girl ripe for the picking. Besides, if they had the balls to approach her in the first place, more often than not she’d fuck them willingly just for the hell of it. She’d built up a damned loyal following that way and could wear even the most provocative clothing anywhere on campus without worrying about her safety. Someone she was fucking on a regular basis always seemed to be around to look out for her.

Kristy’s attention had brought Scott to the edge and without missing a beat, she licked from his ass, across his balls, and from the base of his cock to the tip. Making sure he was looking directly at her, she flicked