42 Filthy Fucking Stories (16 page)

He kept the Chrysler steady, so she started going faster, sucking Kyle hard, and letting the bulbous head of his cock pop from her mouth before sliding down his shaft again. “Mmmmm yeah, I’m gonna cum in your mouth, get ready to swallow my load baby, swallow my hot cum!”
 

Kyle groaned and grunted as his cock convulsed, shooting hot bursts of salty cum down Amanda’s throat. She gulped and swallowed, then continued sucking until Kyle’s cock was entirely dry.
 

 
“Mmmm,” she moaned as she pulled away from his dick. “Your cock is so big, I’ve never had such a big dick in my mouth before, mmmm….and your cum was so, SO good.”
 

Amanda leaned back, pulled down her tank top, then starting rubbing her round tits as she licked her fingers and ran them over her hard nipples.
 

“Mmmm” she continued to moan, rubbing harder, and then sliding a manicured hand into her shorts. “I’m soooo wet,” she groaned, moving her hand furiously around in her shorts. “Ooooohhhhh...ooooohhhhh...ooooohhhhh...” her breath went rapid and rose in pitch. Amanda pulled down her pants. Kyle turned from the road and stared at her glistening snatch.
 

 
“Mmmmm... pretty pussy,” he groaned, moving a hand to Amanda’s wet slit, then sliding two fingers inside her soaking went cunt. “So hot, mmmm, such a hot, tight little pussy you have.” Kyle rammed his four right fingers in and out of Amanda, as he drove with his left hand, and she kept rubbing her tits with both of her mitts.
 

 
“Oh yeah, finger my pretty cunt,” she moaned. “Oh yeah, oooohhhh Goodd!!!! I’m cumming oh God don’t stop, eeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed, her pussy clamping on his fingers.
 

Kyle forced them in and out as she came, squirting cum onto his hand.

“Oh that’s it, cum for me you little slut, cum for me,” he groaned, getting hard again. She bucked against him, cumming on repeat, groaning and breathing heavily.
 

“Aaawww, yeah, oh GOD, you are SO good. Your fingers made me cum so fast…and TWICE!” she groaned, still rubbing her tits. “I can’t wait to fuck you, can’t wait to have that enormous cock pounding into me. I want you in my ass, too. I want you to fuck me in every one of my holes,” she moaned.
 

Amanda’s tits were bright red from the rubbing. “Soon baby, soon,” he promised, turning away and pushing his cock painfully into his tight jeans. She moaned and pouted as she pulled up her shorts and top.
 

They drove for another hour before finally hitting the outskirts of Vegas and a seedy motel. Kyle paid for a room and drove to the back where they got out of the car, ran into the room, and immediately stripped each other naked.

***

“Oh yeah, there’s that big cock,” Amanda moaned, dropping to her knees.
 

The girl was so fucking hot he’d be happy to pay whatever she asked, and unless he was mistaken, he was getting every bit of it free.
 

He’d fuck his hitchhiker so hard, he’d forget Roberta for a whole goddamn month.

Amanda leaned in and licked his balls, taking each in her mouth and soaking them in saliva, running her tongue along all nine of his inches, and stroking him until he was rock fucking hard.
 

“Mmmm...” he pushed her head in a few times, fucking her hot mouth and sliding into her slippery throat. He lifted her up, pushed her on the bed, then started devouring her tits and sucking her nipples, while rubbing his throbbing cock against her slit.
 

“Oh my GOD, oh yeah,” she moaned, as he ran his tongue down her tight stomach, then spread her legs and started eating. He jabbed his tongue in and out of her pussy, before moving up to slurp at her clit.
 

Amanda came hard, shooting cum into his mouth. “Aaahhhhh!!!” She pushed his head into her pussy. “Oh God, fuck me now!” she screamed, yanking him to his feet.
 

Kyle smiled, ready to fuck the memory of Roberta right in the face. He guided his huge head to the entrance of her cunt. He slammed her without stopping, holding her legs spread eagle as he rammed his long, thick rod inside her.
 

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” she screamed, bucking against him, as she came over and over. “Oh yessssss, Oh GOD YESssss!!!”
 

 
“Oh yeah, your hot little pussy feels so good on my dick,” Kyle grunted. “You have such a hot, wet, tight little cunt, feels so good baby, your pussy walls are rubbing so hard against my dick baby. I love that you’re such a hungry, hitchhiking little slut!”
 

Amanda grunted beneath him. He flipped her over and slid inside her from behind, grabbing her hips and banging her pussy hard enough to make the headboard play death metal against the wall.
 

“Ooohhh yeah, take my big cock baby, take my big cock!” Kyle groaned.
 

“OOooohhh yeah, fuck my hot little pussy, fuck my hot cunt, oh god! I’m going to cum baby, your cock is so big, I’m going to cum so haarrrd,” Amanda growled, then started cumming hard, just as she’d promised.
 

Once she stopped shuddering, Kyle pulled out to move his head to the open mouth of her ass. He sucked on his finger, rubbed it around her dirty starfish, then pushed it inside a little ways.
 

“MMMmmmm” she groaned, as she stood up and slid his cock slowly into her ass. He rocked back and forth against her, pushing his huge dick deep into her ass.
 

Amanda came hard again, screaming “OOOOHHHHHH” as he slid in and out of her tight and tiny asshole. Her pussy gushed onto the bed as she came. He slid further in and started moving faster.
 

“Oh baby, fuck my ass, yea, fuck my ass, so good, I love your cock, I love it inside my pussy and my ass and my mouth!” She could barely breathe.
 

“I know you love it baby, I know you love getting your ass fucked by a nice, BIG cock. You like being fucked, don’t you, you horny, hitchhiking little slut?”
 

“Mmm, yeah, I love it. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!” Amanda kept screaming like a CD skipping, as Kyle slammed his cock into her ass hard enough to make her cum again.
 

She did, and he quickly pulled out, then slammed his cock back into her cunt. “Oh yeah, love that hot ass and sweet little cunt. But I want to cum in your snatch baby, I want you to take my hot cum into your soaking wet cunt, you fucking whore slut.”

“Mmmm…yeah, cum inside me, shoot that hot cum into my whore cunt,” she yelled, squeezing his dick with her pussy and practically crying.

Kyle couldn’t believe how many times he’d made her cum, but FUCK ROBERTA was all he could think as the girl on his dick kept writhing in pleasure and moaning, “Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh,” as she came over and over again.
 

 
Kyle slammed into her a final time, then shot a pending divorce worth of pent up anger and a GIANT load of cum into her oven-hot and cinnamon roll-sweet sophole.
 

“UUUUUGGGGHHHH,” he groaned, pounding her over and over.
 

“Mmmm yeah, mmmm yeah,” she groaned as his hot cum shot into her still convulsing cunt. “Oh GOD, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had!” she grunted, crawling on top of him and giving him a long kiss. “You’re wife is fucking insane! To leave a cock like that for a pussy, FUCK NO!”
 

Amanda reached down and started rubbing his dick, now only half hard. “I’d fuck you every single day, all day.”

“How about we fuck all week?” he said, testing her.
 

“You are SO on!” she grinned, “I’m gonna rock that cock every waking minute.”

“Well, we are awake….” he said smiling.
 

Amanda went down and starting licking Kyle all over again.
 

XXX

Cheating With the Boss
 

 
Carolyn was 27 years young, with a rocking body men loved to scan. Her pretty tits invited tons of stares, not a single one of which she minded, though she always denied it out loud. Her tits were slightly larger than her tiny waist should have allowed, but they were real as Mt. Rushmore – 36D and spilling out from or pushing against whatever top she was wearing.
 

Carolyn said, “I do,” shortly after her 24th birthday, and
 
had remained married until a few months after her 26th. She still loved her husband Alan, but he had exchanged the passion in their relationship for a hot affair with his fledgling business – a custom car shop that reconditioned vintage roadsters, specializing in old model porsches.
 

It was bad enough before the shop got busy, now that he had a waiting list he seemed to have practically forgotten where he lived. Alan used to fuck Carolyn on every day ending in Y, often twice, but the last six months she had learned to settle for twice a week, if she was lucky. Things had grown even worse. Alan had watered Carolyn’s cabbage patch precisely three times in the last five weeks.
 

Every one of her friends, including Lisa, who loved Alan like a brother, insisted that he had to be cheating. Men liked to get their dicks wet, that was simple math. For guys, one plus one always equaled pussy. So it wasn’t adding up that Alan was keeping his dick relatively dry.
 

Shockingly, Carolyn didn’t particularly care if he was fucking someone else. Sex was sex and she knew he loved her, so long as she was getting hers. But she wasn’t. And whether that was because of the body shop, or some little Sally Sluthole, Carolyn wasn’t happy, which is why she had gone from content at home to wanting her boss Mark to fuck her hard,
 
pull out and splatter his batter all over her face – a scenario she’d imagined at least once a day for the last couple of weeks.
 

 
Carolyn had been working as a secretary at Walsh & Williams, a mid-level architecture firm for the last 5 years, her first job straight out of college. She had just enough of an annual increase each year to keep her hooked. Mark was 15 years her senior and had worked for Walsh and Williams three times as long.
 

They had exchanged little more than passing glances for the first several years Carolyn worked at W&W. She thought he was hot, but so were many of the firm’s architects.
 
She’d caught him staring at her tits but that hardly made him unique.
 

Mark was two years past 40, married with three kids. The youngest was 15, and Mark was counting down every day of the three years until he was out of the house so he and his wife, Deborah, could finally get a divorce. According to the many muttered conversations Carolyn had overheard in the office, and a loud and violent fight at the office Christmas party two years before, the couple had hated one another for a decade.
 

The burners began heating beneath Mark and Carolyn when one of the firm’s founding partners (though not Walsh or Williams) left to start his own firm, taking a ton of business with him. Walsh & Williams had to consolidate staff. Carolyn was good enough to keep her job, but not good enough to keep from getting shared, so she went from one boss, to splitting her time between three architects, Mark included.
 

What had been limited to harmless exchanges and flirty eyes quickly turned to crackling banter. The other two architects in the newly consolidated office were both in their mid-50s and sort of fugly, Carolyn thought. Mark was in his peak, with muscular shoulders, a broad chest, salt-and-pepper hair, and an ass that looked near perfect in his expensive slacks.
 

It wasn’t long before Carolyn was fucking Alan, while thinking of the many nasty things she wanted Mark to do to her, starting with her nipples and ending at her slit. Alan’s fault for leaving her trench untended.

Carolyn wanted Mark to fuck her hard and shoot the insides of her splatter hole full of his spunk, though that was mostly in her head, and she figured that if anything ever happened between them in real life, that would be going too far. She’d gladly suck his dick and swallow his load, let him splatter all over her, but she probably wouldn’t let him give her a cream pie.
 

None of it was serious, just fantasy to keep her happy when she finger fucked herself to sleep, waiting for Alan to come back home. And the fantasies stayed in her head where they belonged, until the Wednesday afternoon when the twitch in her twat tingled too much to ignore.
 

Chemistry between her and Mark had been gathering heat all week. She had barely seen Alan – he was either working late at the shop, or with his Sally Sluthole. She’d been helping Mark dot all the I’s and cross all the T’s for the crap strip mall one of their best clients was trying to throw together as fast as they could, trying to outrun a few upcoming zoning law changes. Things had been especially bad for Mark at home.
 
While he didn’t bitch about it outright, and Carolyn didn’t know the details, she was observant enough to read his quiet mutters.

They were both unhappy and could smell the promise on the other.
 

When Alan called to Carolyn he’d be working late again, fixing up an old bathtub model Porsche for a new client who was willing to pay a shit heap of cash as long as he was finished by the weekend, Carolyn said, “Sure, Alan, but if you rubbed me half as much as you rubbed your cars, you’d probably get a fucking genie.”