42 Filthy Fucking Stories (6 page)

Nate couldn’t believe the mouth on this girl, and couldn’t wait to get it all over his cock. “I come up every once in a while, just for the hike” he said, watching her rub her nipples in small circles, feeling the pulse in his prick starting to pound.
 

“Well, are you gonna get me get off, or what?” she winked.

Nate reached out, grabbed a tit, and then started rubbing and squeezing and twisting.
 

“Mmmm…yeah,” she moaned, “that feels great.”

They lay on her blanket and Nate started licking and sucking her soft pink, perfectly hard nipples, slowly running his hand down her hot body until he reached her sopping wet cunt.
 

He rubbed her clit hard, pushing in and moving his finger in hard circles. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” she moaned, bucking her hips. Nate moved his face between her legs and started licking her soft lips before sticking two fingers deep inside her pussy and pumping them fast, curling them until they pressed hard against her G-Spot.
 

She screamed, loud with a sudden: “AAAAAHHH FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!”
 

Her body shook and shuddered and showered cunt juice all over his hands. Nate drew his fingers from her fuckhole, and then started rubbing her clit harder, sending her over the edge a second time, as her body bucked again and another orgasm crashed through her body.
   

“Oh FUCK, Oh my God, Oh fuck, Oh my God,” she moaned, stuck on repeat.
 

She sat up, then pulled him down and thrust her head between his legs. “I want to suck you off so bad,” she moaned, hungrily taking his thick dick into her hungry mouth, moving fast, then sucking him faster, lightly running her fingers up and along his balls.
 

“Mmmm….yeah baby,” he grunted.
 

The mysterious girl continued to suck him, sending shivers through his body. She moved lower, down to his balls, then suckled each one, flicking her tongue and licking them quickly, her tongue moving fast, as she teased the tip of his dick for several minutes, making him grunt and groan in response.
 

She looked up at Nate and moaned: “Fuck me, fuck me with that huge hiker’s cock.”

Nate turned her onto her back, then spread her legs. Without being gentle, he slammed his cock inside her, ramming her hard enough to send her deep into an immediate moan.
 

“OOOOoooooo” she screamed, pushing her body against him.
 

Nate lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and then started slamming into her pussy again, needing to shoot his load so bad that his cock was starting to ache.
 

Nate fucked her harder and harder, then faster and faster, until he felt her hot and sopping fuck muscles squeeze his cock as her body rocked into yet another orgasm.

Nate’s cock went stiffer, his balls tightened, then he shot his first sticky load into her piping-hot pussy, quickly followed by a second, then a third. He kept pushing himself deeper and deeper until his cock was entirely empty.

They lay on the girl’s blanket, side by side, enjoying the warm air as it left lingering kisses all over their bodies. Eventually Nate rose to his feet and got dressed. A minute later, the girl did the same.
 

“So, will you be here next weekend?” he asked, hoping for a yes.
 

“Definitely,” she said, “I’ll start coming every weekend if I can look forward to that gorgeous cock of yours!” She was moaning again, and rubbing her hand up her shirt.

“What’s your name?” he asked.
 

“Stephanie Lansing,” she replied.
 

No, it couldn’t be, he thought.
 

“I’m Nate” he replied, holding out his hand. “Nate Ames.”

“Umm..wow,” she said. “I think my sister works for you. Amy?”
 

Oh my God!
It was.

No wonder the stranger had made Nate so hot, she was built exactly the same as her sister, though their faces were entirely different.
 

 
“Yea, she’s my assistant,” Nate said, dumbstruck.
 

 
“Well, she’s been talking about you for four months now! She’s gonna be jealous as hell about how I spent my Saturday morning. What a small fucking world,” she said with a wink. “But you know what? I’m sure we could get her up here, too. And a threesome would be SO hot!”

 
“I would love that!” Nate said, his hard-on already returning.
 

 
“Cool,” Stephanie said, gathering her things, packing them into her bag, and then heading toward the other side of the summit. “See you next Saturday,” she said. “Let me know if you want to bring sis, or whether I should. I’ll look forward all week to fucking you either way!”
 

Stephanie turned back once more, gave Nate a final wave, then disappeared as she descended the other side of the mountain.
 

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Sex In The Dressing Room

Ryan was on his way to
Links,
the golf course where he planned to thwack at his frustrations a ball at a time.
Links
was one of the few luxuries Ryan had been left with since splitting with Deborah, his bitch ex-wife of 14 years. Ryan was two exits away from
Links
when he saw that
Boutique Costume des Homes
was having a 50% off sale, so he pulled off the highway early, and then followed the billboards.

Boutique Costume des Homes
was the sort of place he wouldn't have been caught dead in a year ago, a faux French designer men’s suit warehouse. But considering Deborah had tossed all his expensive suits from the third floor window, onto a pile of broken twigs before lighting them on fire, Ryan’s wardrobe was looking scant. The divorce was all bullshit, but it was especially bullshit since Ryan hadn’t even cheated. Never went through with it at all, just two texts and an email.
 
Deborah took him for all he was worth.
 

Ryan parked his car in the
Boutique Costume des Homes
parking lot, between a beat up Saturn and an ancient Ford.
 
He stepped from the car, looking up just long enough to curse the graying sky. He’d be damned if the rain kept him from getting to the green.
 

Several people were milling about in front of the store. The leader was a tall man in a coat and tie pacing the entrance and passing out flyers. Two more store employees followed his lead, handing out flyers while yelling at passing cars and window shoppers.

Behind the trio of paper throwers, standing directly in front of the entrance, was a mime with a sign reading “50% off sale – TODAY ONLY!!!”
 

Ryan wasn’t sure if it was the divorce, or if he was actually going crazy, but the mime struck him as incredibly hot. Her skin tight white top mashed her tits to her chest, but did little to disguise their ample size. Her hips were round and her face lean. Her straight black hair and beret looked almost sarcastic.
 

The mime must have caught him staring, because she shot him a devilish smile, then winked. She blew him a kiss, placed her finger between her legs, then swiped it up and along her body before she slipped it in her mouth and pretended to suck it. Ryan was almost across the parking lot when she mimed sucking an invisible cock until it splattered cum all over her face.
 

Ryan stepped to the curb. The man in the suit and tie handed him a flyer and said, “Welcome to
Boutique Costume des Homes
, sir. I hope you find exactly what you need.”

The mime pretending to take a cumshot to the face had left Ryan with a new definition of what he needed, and he doubted
Boutique Costume des Homes
had a back room that offered it. So he simply said, “thank you,” and kept walking after taking the flyer from the man’s outstretched hand. He then folded it and put it in his pocket and out of his mind.

As he passed the mime, she smiled and gestured jacking a cock between her tits, twisting her face in surprise as she pretended it splattered her face. Again.

Ryan was now trying to keep his cock from getting fully hard, but he couldn't help turning back to see if the mime was looking. She was, with a giant smile that made it look like she was in mid-orgasm. She laughed, then turned her back to him and her face to the street.
 

The girl clearly hated her job, and was getting enjoyment however she could. It had nothing to do with Ryan. Which was good since she looked young enough to be his daughter.

Ryan turned to face the sea of suits before him.
 

Because he wasn’t accustomed to doing his own shopping, he had never been in a men’s warehouse before, and wasn’t familiar with the layout. He wandered a few minutes until he stumbled into the 50% off rack, and an attractive middle-aged woman who wanted to know if she could help him find anything.
 

They talked about the threat of rain, and Ryan hoped out loud that he’d still get a chance to golf. She said she’d keep thinking good thoughts for him. Ryan made three jokes and she laughed at all three. It had been a long time since he’d made bananas and cream, what with the divorce and all. Plus, the girl outside had made the blood start boiling in his basement. Ryan was having a hard time deciding whether or not he should make a move.

“Can I help you with anything else?” The look on the middle-aged woman’s face was pleading with him to say yes; ask her out on a date, or at least ask her whether the pants looked better in black or brown, but Ryan said almost nothing instead.

“No thanks,” he smiled.

“Well, let me know if you change your mind.”

The woman walked away, her hips swinging from side to side as she moved. Ryan felt the throb between his legs, turning his attention back to the pants, running his fingers across the top of the rack until he found the five pairs he didn’t hate. He draped them over his arm, and wandered the store hunting for the dressing room.
 

The middle-aged woman interrupted his walkabout. “Looking for the dressing room?” she smiled.

“Yes, ma’am”

The woman laughed. “Don’t call me ma’am. That makes me feel old.” Her cheeks were red and voice inviting.

“I’m sorry,” Ryan found himself blushing along with her. “It won’t happen again.”

“Just follow me.” She turned around and headed across the sales floor, looking back at Ryan when she was halfway to the opposite wall. It could’ve been to make sure he was behind her, but Ryan would have sworn her look was suggestive.

He admired her long slender legs and short torso, as she wove through the aisles like a convertible Lexus. Her legs were longer than the rest of her body. Like Deborah. Her hair was black, same as the bitch’s, too – a soft black, not harsh like the wig on the mime outside.
 

The woman presented the dressing room like it was a present.

“I hope you find everything you need inside,” she smiled.
 

She pulled a set of keys from her pocket, and unlocked one of the doors. Ryan thanked her, winked, and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him.
 

He kicked his loafers from his feet, slid his golf pants and boxers to the floor, then glanced at himself in the mirror, and the hard on springing out in front of him. Ryan wrapped his fingers around his dick, squeezing the shaft and massaging the frustration.

Ryan couldn't quite believe what he was doing when he unlocked the dressing room door, and opened it just enough to peer through the crack to see where the middle-aged woman might be. She was standing a few feet away, as though waiting.
 

He said, “Excuse me, miss?”

She smiled, and then scampered over to assist him. “Yes, sir. How may I help you?”

“I was wondering if you’d bring me this pant, one size smaller?” He handed her a brown pair of slacks through the crack in the door. “If you don’t mind.”

“Oh, of course not,” she chirped, then took the pants, returning a few minutes later with a light knock on the dressing room door. Ryan was naked from the waist down when he opened it.

The woman’s mouth opened in a wide O, her eyes an even mix of shock and delight. The smile stayed on her face, and grew larger as her eyes fell to the fat of his cock. But then she looked away, turning her eyes to the front of the store, and handed Ryan his pants. “These should fit you better,” she said.
 

“Thank you kindly,” Ryan said closing the door, wondering if he should’ve said sorry.
 

Ryan was disappointed, though not surprised. The woman was at her place of business, after all. Ryan couldn't imagine fucking anyone at his office, ever. He had been assuming with her, and that had been wrong. He owed her an apology, and was lucky she didn’t have him arrested.
 

But there was something there. He could feel it. And it wasn’t just because he was hard as a rock and the small room made him think of a glory hole.
 

Ryan barely pulled the door closed, and didn’t secure the latch so it would easily slip open at the slightest encouragement, just in case. And since he was near certain he wasn’t mistaken about the mirth in her smile, or the sway in her walk, Ryan figured he could give her a little extra encouragement along the way.