Filthy Smut (Vol. 3): 38 Erotic Stories (Over 450 Pages of Hot Sex)

by Lynn, KT

  We fucked wildly. Her large breasts bounced beneath me with each powerful thrust of my monstrous cock. I was in heaven, beyond heaven. The encounter was simply beyond description. All I could do was give into my twisted fantasy and abuse Morgan’s gripping cunt as she squeezed my shaft with every ounce of energy left in her body.

  Her juices coated my throbbing dick and I could feel the coolness of her fresh cream each time she came. Morgan wailed madly as a string of small orgasms wracked her body. Her tight hole clenched tightly around my massive girth with each mini climax.

  The muscles in my legs burned with fatigue and Morgan could tell I was getting tired. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face into the nape of her neck. She stroked my hair while urging me to fuck her as hard as I could by pumping her legs against my ass. I gave all I could give. My breaths were heavy against her cum-slick skin. I moaned and my cock began to swell inside of her as my orgasm approached.

  "Come on baby!" she cried. "Don't stop! Fill my naughty little pussy up with your hot, steaming cream!"

  That was all I needed to hear. I crushed my dick into her and came violently. Morgan sunk her teeth into my shoulder as she climaxed with me. Squeezed my rock-hard shaft with her hot, juicy cunt as stream after thick, sizzling stream of my cum spurted deep inside of her. I could feel my cum leaking from her stretched pussy and onto my swollen balls.

  When it was over I kissed her tenderly on the neck and watched as she and the rest of her bedroom fell away around me. I was standing at the foot of her bed and staring at her beautiful, smiling face. Modesta appeared beside me.

  "Enjoy yourself?" she asked.

  "Immensely," I replied before turning and giving her a deep kiss. "Shall we visit my next customer?"

  My demon trainer nodded and grabbed me on the ass. I wondered what it would be like having sex with her or one of the other demons of this place. One thing was for sure, I couldn't wait to visit Morgan again, but this time, as me.

  Ski Trip

  by KT Lynn

  Themes: lesbian

  CHAPTER 1

  When we arrived to her family’s cabin I was amazed. It was like a wooded palace, but it only made me think about Jake and how I wished he could have been there with me to see it. Theresa was taking me away for Winter break.

  The rest of her family was away, traveling to Belize or someplace warm like that. We had the cabin all to ourselves. That part was exciting. Theresa was always so much fun, but I wasn’t over Jake even though I should’ve been over him for what he did. Especially since Jake was just another guy after a long string of relationships that ended badly.

  Theresa said she was determined to make me feel better and forget all about him, so she invited me to her cabin outside of Denver. Theresa and I hadn’t been friends for all that long. We had met during our first year in college and this was only the middle of our second, but we became fast friends. I knew her family was loaded, but I had no idea they were as rich as they were until we pulled up to her family’s wooded palace.

  I was expecting a humble cabin, but this place was amazing. It was the mansion of all log cabins. Apparently, there was a private ski lift on top of her cabin, where we could be brought to a number of peaks at anytime. I was amazed, walking around in sheer wonder as she threw a couple of logs of wood in the fireplace lighting it up so that it started crackling.

  “It’s gonna warm up quick” she said, pulling her sweater off her body. I don’t know why, but as she pulled her sweater off I watched her unwrap her body in front of me. I felt strange, like I paid too much attention to her as her sweater lifted her shirt and revealed her flesh colored bra, displaying her beautifully flat stomach and two big breasts pressing against each other like they were in shoving match.

  When Theresa’s head came through the other side of her sweater, her radiant eyes were gazing at me as if she was hoping to catch me watching her. I quickly darted my eyes away from her as if I’d been caught cheating on a test. What the hell’s wrong with me, it’s Theresa and they’re just tits.

  “You want some coffee Janet?” Theresa asked as she threw her sweater on the massive leather couch, walking up a small step to enter the kitchen area.

  “Sure!” I said quickly, trying to think about something less perverted. Theresa really was amazing. She was always so concerned for my well being, and so attentive. We’d been good friends ever since we met, clicking instantly. Oddly enough, I don’t know of a single secret I’ve kept from her since. I felt like I could tell her everything, but now that I looked around I began to think that there were a few things she kept from me.

  “We’re gonna have a great time, Janet!” Theresa hollered from the kitchen as I heard the coffee maker begin to boil and brew. “Like I pointed out when we got here, there’s a ski lift on top of the house, and we’ve got plenty of skis for you to choose from.”

  She was pointing through the large kitchen window, which was half the size of the kitchen, at a small tire-tracked road swinging through the steep hills before getting lost in the trees, “a couple miles or so, is the community lodge where people from surrounding cabins meet together at night for dinner at the restaurants if they want to. They’ve also got masseuse on call and a spa that will open in a day or two.”

  Then, Theresa looked back at me smiling, her teeth sparkling, and I really did begin feeling like we were going to have a great time. “Okay, first things first,” Theresa began saying, pouring two creams into my coffee just like I like it. “We’re going to give each other a spa treatment because our vacation starts today even if the lodge’s spa doesn’t know that. We’re going to do each other’s nails, giving ourselves facials. Then we’ll head down to the lodge and get massages. What do you say?”

  Immediately I began smiling. After finishing our coffees Theresa put another couple of logs on the fire and we went upstairs to the master bathroom suite, where I sat on a long couch watching her set up the area. “If you want, while I setup you can unpack your things in one of the rooms,” Theresa said.

  “You sure you don’t want any help?” I asked.

  But Theresa shook her head no. She’s the kind of controlling personality that likes everything done her way, and since no one can get her way right, she likes to do everything herself. I was okay with that, and I went down to grab my back and started unpacking it in one of the rooms on the second floor, just down the hall from the master bedroom.

  It didn’t take her long to set everything up, and I walked back into the master bedroom as soon as I finished unpacking. When I walked into the master bedroom I looked into the bathroom where Theresa was undressing, her jeans were at her feet and she kicked them towards the door and then looked at me.

  “Are you finished unpacking?” She asked.

  “Yup,” I said with a slight bit of nervousness as Theresa pulled off her undershirt and stood carefree in her adorable bright green panties and matching bra.

  “Well come on then,” Theresa said looking at me. “You can’t have a proper spa treatment unless you strip down to your bra and panties.” I smiled at her, trying not to stare at her body. I never realized how toned her legs were before, her thighs were extremely fit and her stomach, which appeared flat downstairs, looked more ripped now. Unaware of how long I was just standing there, Theresa abruptly interrupted my thoughts.

  “Well come on now Janet, you don’t want to get any of this stuff on your clothes do you?” And before I knew it, I was taking my clothes off, stripping down to my panties alongside Theresa. I’m not sure why I thought about this as much as I did. We were best friends. We lived in a dorm together. I had seen her in her panties and bra before, it was no big deal. I don’t know why I was making it such a big deal in my head now.

  More nervous than I had been in a long time, Theresa sat me down in a comfortable spa chair and went to work giving me a pedicure. “We’ll do each other’s feet first and then I’ll do your hands, and after seeing how I do it, you’ll do mine.” She didn’t eve
n ask, she said it and that was just the way it was going to be. Her direct approach and step-by-step instructions immediately eliminated the strange feelings I was having, setting me at ease and we began to smile playfully.

  It was so much fun. We spent most of the time joking about the guys she dated in the past, talking more about her sexual disappointments in the bedroom than I’d ever heard before. She kept me laughing and smiling the entire time, she always knew how to cheer me up. I was so happy she was there for me.

  After our nails were done, we began giving ourselves facials. At first, I watched Theresa while she gave herself one, helping her with my hands if she felt I could. Then, after she had her mask completed and thoroughly brushed onto her face, she helped apply a mask to my face. Out of an ice box she pulled out a plate of cold cucumbers for our eyes, reaching over to her MP3 player to turn on some relaxing rain storm sounds before we both lied back on the two foldable massage tables she set up earlier.

  “I set the alarm for an hour,” Theresa informed me. “That tea that we both drank ten minutes ago will help us relax, and the mask should be set within that hour and we’ll be able to pull it off once the alarm goes off.” As I lied down, with the cold cucumbers resting on my eyelids, I breathed in their scent and felt even fresher than I did before.

  Initially while lying on my back, I thought Theresa and I might continue talking and laughing, but the storm sounds were just loud enough to make a conversation more annoying than worthwhile and whatever was in that tea really was helping me relax. After a few moments, my body relaxing even more, I felt myself drift asleep on the soft portable massage table.

  CHAPTER 2

  I heard a lightly dinging sound spread apart at long intervals. Leaning up, pulling the cucumbers from my eyes, I noticed Theresa had already gotten up from her nap, her portable massage table was empty. Placing my cucumber slices on the table, I walked out of the master bath and back into the master bedroom looking for Theresa, but I couldn’t find her. So I started looking around a bit.

  Walking out of the master bedroom I walked towards the room Theresa told me that she had always stayed in, thinking that she might be in there. When I entered the room, it was, like the rest of the cabin, quite large. There was a King sized bed with a great big pink comforter, and a plasma television attached to the far wall. There was a large desk in a corner of the room and a number of different elliptical machines for aerobic exercise stacked next to each other at the back wall.

  Next to her bed was a big wicker basket and it looked like it was filled with DVDs. I sat down next to the bed, on the far side of the room, the bed propped up high enough to hide me from being seen from the hallway or even the doorway and I began fingering through the DVDs.

  Most of the movies were all movies I had seen or at least heard of before, movies I liked very much, but I stumbled across one I hadn’t heard of. It was in French I think, although I couldn’t tell for sure. The outside of the DVD case was just words, in some foreign language, nothing explanatory to me so I opened up its cover to look inside.

  Holy shit! It looked like Theresa posing in erotic frames as if this were some sort of porn film with her as a starring role. The DVD didn’t look that old, Theresa looked about the same except she was nude and cuddling with another young woman. What the fuck! What the fuck!

  I dropped the DVD back into the basket. Where am I? What am I doing here? Why the hell did Theresa bring me here? I began running through scenarios in my head, like she had brought me here with the single plot to seduce me. Instantly I was angry. I felt betrayed!

  Was she bisexual? Did she just want me to strip down at her massage table so that she could watch me while I was practically naked? Before I could think anymore I stood up and walked to the doorway of her room. I leaned over the banister to see if I could spot Theresa on the first floor and I watched her walk from one side of the room to the other, swinging her hips in sexually seductive way.

  I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before. “Janet, is that you?” I heard her call from downstairs.

  “We’ve got a problem, I’m afraid,” she continued.

  You’re damn right we do. I marched downstairs in a furious rage. When I got downstairs Theresa’s back was facing me and she was facing the large window in the kitchen. “It’s snowing. A major storm came through while we were giving ourselves the spa treatment.” I walked towards her slowly. “They’ve already closed all the roads and the ranger came by alerting all the cabins to stay inside for the next three days,” she continued.

  When she turned around, she had a cup of freshly brewed coffee in her hand. Just as I was about to confront her regarding the video Theresa said “Janet, you’ve got to be freezing. Either put some clothes on or throw more wood in the fire girl.” And it was at that moment that I realized I was still in my underwear and she had already gotten dressed back into her clothes.

  What the hell was wrong with her? Wasn’t I pretty enough? I don’t know why that was the first thought that jettisoned through my mind. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m gonna go throw my clothes back on.”

  “Alright,” Theresa said in a confusing tone. As I walked back upstairs I heard Theresa light a cigarette and for some reason I really wanted to have one too.

  CHAPTER 3

  “Coffee?” Theresa asked as I made my way down the steps, dressed in my clothes again.

  “Sure,” I responded and I watched Theresa pour me a cup. “Damn Janet, this sure wasn’t the week I had planned out for us.” Wasn’t it? I remained skeptical of her motives now that I saw her naked silhouette cuddling some French girl in a porn video I found next to her bed. She probably knew this storm was coming the whole time, just to get me alone in my vulnerable state.

  “Let’s see what the weather channel says. Maybe the Park Ranger was wrong about it lasting three days,” I said.

  “Good idea,” Theresa responded as she grabbed the remote and turned the flat screen above the mantle on. She flipped a few channels before getting it to the weather channel and found a report about the area we were in.

  “Locals are astonished by a snow storm that has surprised us all!” One of the weathermen said. “Stay indoors for the next 72 hours or you’re bound to get snowed out!” He continued. I looked back at Theresa and her face looked genuinely perplexed. Damn. Maybe she didn’t have any idea this storm was coming.

  Maybe I wasn’t a part of some masterminded plot for Theresa to have her way with me. Maybe she really was just trying to cheer me up and help me get over Jake. Damn I’m a bitch.

  Theresa walked back into the kitchen while the weatherman continued talking about how the powder at all the ski resorts is going to be great in the next few days, and I watched her light up another cigarette as she looked out the kitchen window. “I really wanted to get a massage tomorrow,” she said, staring down at the trail to the lodge that was now covered up in snow.

  “Ya’ know Theresa,” my mouth opened without my mind able to control it, “we could always give each other massages.” What the fuck was I thinking? The minute I said that I regretted it. I don’t know why I did. And just as I was about to say never mind and comment about how stupid the idea was Theresa looked back at me and said “That’s a great idea Janet! That drive up here really made me sore.”

  “I’ll go up stairs and make everything ready. We can’t have a proper massage without having a soothing bubble bath afterwards.” Theresa said with her eyes tilted towards the ceiling as if planning it all out. “My parents should’ve left some champagne in the fridge, so grab a bottle of whatever kind you like and bring up a couple glasses,” I stood frozen as Theresa continued while walking up the stairs, “This is going to be so much fun!”

  What the fuck have I done? Why the hell did I volunteer to give her a massage? What was going on with me?

  There was more champagne in the fridge than I’d ever seen, so I just grabbed a bottle and shuffled through the cupboards as if I were pilfering something until I found two
champagne glasses. There was a champagne bucket on the edge of the counter, so I filled it up with ice and placed the champagne bottle in it before hauling everything up the stairs to the master bedroom.

  “Great!” Theresa said as she saw me walking towards the massage tables, “you found the champagne bucket.” I smiled as big as I could, and then carefully spied around the room for any clues of her erotic plans for me. I figured that, if I saw something suspicious I could call her out and derail her plan.

  “So, it doesn’t matter to me Janet,” Theresa began saying, “I can massage you first or you can massage me. We only have one master bath so I filled the tub down the hall as well. It’s a smaller tub, but I can use that one and you can take this one.” Damn, I was surprised she didn’t try to use this as a way to get us both in the same bathtub.

  “It doesn’t matter to me,” I said softly looking into the mirror and wondering if there was something wrong with me. I reached down and began pouring myself a glass of champagne. I finished a few more glasses before I even thought to pour Theresa one, just staring at myself in the mirror. Theresa remained silent.

  After awhile Theresa walked up to the mirror and poured herself a glass of champagne saying, “I don’t mind giving you a massage first. I’ve given them a lot,” I bet she had, “so I’m pretty good at it,” I bet she was, “plus if you haven’t given massages that often you should get a handle for how I like it.” Wait? The way she likes it? Was I reading into something here or was she coming on to me? She spoke so casually. But, when I looked at her she didn’t look like she was checking me out at all, she was just arranging her oils while she continued wearing her stupid fucking clothes.