42 Filthy Fucking Stories (9 page)

Ed fucked her with an enthusiasm her husband had lost too many years before, and it felt more amazing than she remembered, or even imagined. Rachel lifted her ass into his hips, matching his thrusts in perfect time. Her eyes were closed and her fingers clenched around the legs of the bench, loving every thrust on her way to oblivion.

“Oh, baby, YES!” she screamed between heavy breaths. Ed had Rachel pinned to the bench as his cock disappeared over and over into the depths of her dripping slit. She felt his hands on her shoulders, squeezing and massaging her skin.
 

With a perfectly timed move, Rachel turned slightly and pushed Ed from her body,
 
took him to the floor, and crawled on top of him like a lioness over prey. She lifted her hips and sank onto his cock until it filled her completely. She gyrated her hips in tight circles as Ed’s eyes rolled toward the back of his head.
 

She was clearly much better at this than stupid fucking Lindsey.

Rachel leaned back onto her hands and got her feet under her slightly, moving her body into a crouch above him. Slowly she swiveled her hips up and down, giving Ed a perfect view of her glistening bald pussy sliding up and down on his raging throbber.
 

She bounced up and down on throbbing cock with all of her strength as waves of adulteress desire washed through her with each grind downward.

Ed started bucking his hips harder, forcing his dick deeper inside. They gasped heavily as they continued to fuck. Rachel felt the throb of his cock and knew he was about to cum.
 

She worked him like an expert, slightly lifting her body until only the tip of his engorged cockhead was inside, then slamming her pussy down and taking him fully.
 

It was too much for Ed. He arched his back and groaned like he’d been shot.

Rachel quickly pulled his pumping dick from her slit and grabbed the base of his shaft with her hand, spraying his steaming cum all over her gaping slit and milking him to a finish. She looked down at her cum splattered pussy and smiled.
 

Strings of his thick seed oozed and dripped from her flaring lips onto Ed’s softening cock. Rachel imagined his time in the lingerie department would be much better from now on.
 

Rachel would never fire Ed.
 

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Sex In An Elevator

Mick was running late for work. Again.
 

If he came into the office after 9:00, there would be hell to pay. He’d already been late twice that month, and Mick’s boss, Mr. Wells, had a three-strikes-you’re-out policy. No exceptions.
 

Just last month, Eddy Fenton got fired for getting his third strike on the final day of the month. Not only did Mr. Wells show no mercy, he said he should’ve had Fenton arrested for stealing his time, and it was grand theft as far as he was concerned, considering the cost of his hours.
 

Architects, after all, must be excellent at everything. Architects are the best. And the architects at Wells and Dawson were the best of the best. The best planners, start to finish. Always. If you weren’t better than the best, then you didn’t belong at Wells and Dawson.
 

Mr. Wells was an asshole, sure, but he was effective. In business and in life, and everyone around him lived by the mantra. Mick shuddered to think what it must be like to live with the guy. If anything was EVER good enough.
 

Mr. Wells did have a point about Mick and his punctuality. While he wasn’t routinely late, he’d done it enough times to earn a blip on Wells’ radar, especially since the last time he’d been over an hour late. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Mick stopped at a Starbucks to get a cup of coffee, partly to help explain the disaster that made him late, but mostly to spill the coffee on his shirt and drown the pussy that soaked in his clothes like a current.
 

He’d actually been early that morning, but smelled the heat on a hot blond standing in front of him during his
first
trip to Starbucks. One look and they both knew. She gave the barista two bucks for her venti black, then went in the bathroom and waited.
 

Mick decided he didn’t need the caffeine.

After he was done slamming the complete stranger with the soft tits and softer ass, who used both like they were something they weren’t, Mick left her with a kiss on the lips, but no number, then raced on his way to work. Halfway there he realized that he smelled, and looked, like an orgy.
 

The coffee shop tryst wasn’t unusual. It didn’t exactly happen often, but Mick had already had more random encounters in his life than most men would in ten of theirs.
 

Mick was good at smelling sex, and women smelled it on him, at least those women who knew how to use their nose. The first time had been at a hotel about fifteen years earlier. He was a kid, maybe 25, and the firm had sent him to a seminar in Chicago. The hotel was nice, nicer than he was used to. Mick was waiting for an elevator, and getting hornier by the second, surrounded by well dressed, great smelling women. Mick was old enough to smell the hunger, but had never acted on it because he didn’t know how, and thought it might be his imagination anyway. Something about the hotel seemed to make the women especially hot. Maybe it was the flowers. A few seemed hungry enough, but there was a big difference between hungry and starving.
 

The elevator dinged and the doors parted. The woman on the other side was starving.
 

They stared at one another for several seconds, as the rest of the passengers spilled from the box. Mick said, “Are you getting off, ma’am?” She stuttered, shook her head, and said, “don’t call me ma’am. I’ve barely earned my miss, and I think I’ll be getting off in a minute,” and stepped back in the elevator. “And you?”

Mick stepped inside the elevator, confused, only part of him realizing what was happening. “I’m going up,” he said.

“What floor?” she asked.
 

Mick didn’t know. He fumbled for the keycard in his jacket so he could double check. She said, “Unless you’re on the eleventh floor, you’re gonna get the answer wrong.”
 

The elevator dinged and the doors parted. Mick followed the stranger down the corridor, then all the way to #1147. “In there,” she said, opening the door and pointing to an unmade bed. “Hurry, I have to check out soon.”

Mick barely knew what was happening when it started happening at his waist. She unbuckled his belt as she dropped to her knees. His cock was already hard, of course, so she slapped it across her face and purred like a kitten.
 

The woman he’d met just a minute before was bobbing up and down on his dick, taking him from hard to throbbing, before she stood up, pulled down her skirt, peeled her panties to the ankle and growled, “Fuck ME!”

Mick couldn't believe it, but was happy to do the impossible. She bent over the bed and he shoved himself inside her, rocking back and forth in a shockingly, sloshy pussy with the speed of a machine gun, until he fired every one of his bullets so hard inside her, Mick half expected them to fly from her throat and glop on the wall.
 

As unbelievable as the hotel tryst had been, so many similar exchanges had happened since that day, Mick couldn’t count them all without pen and paper.
 

He wasn’t late because of pussy this morning. Mick had simply overslept. But it had been two weeks since he’d had sex. He was used to several times a week. The sudden drought, along with the memory of the woman in the hotel, but a throb in Mick’s dick as he rushed inside Granthem Towers, and bolted toward the elevators.
 

He quickly sized up the duo of girls approaching from the elevator hall, thinking about fucking one in the ass while the other took it in the cunt. He smiled, imagining that he was spraying their faces as they knelt in front of him, right as he passed them.
 

Mick signed in at the guard desk, tapping his feet behind a cute delivery girl. She was wearing pigtails, which he always thought were incredibly hot. She had tiny tits and a round ass that made her out of proportion, but she had lips that looked like they knew how to take most of what he had would definitely do.
 

The delivery girl finished at the guard’s desk and Mick stepped up, signed in, nodded at the guard, Fred, then ran toward the elevators just as a young woman who looked around 20 was rushing from the elevator towards him. He couldn't help but stare at the thin gossamer of her short skirt, flying as she ran. He didn’t see the collision coming until it was too late. He tried to dodge, but she was coming too fast.
 

Exactly one man, one woman, and one handbag spilled to the floor.
 

One of them had the scent of sex all over her body.
 

Mick stood, helped the young woman to her feet, then returned to his knee and started gathering the spillage from her handbag. He looked up, then went from semi-flaccid to raging cock in seconds.
 

As if the fabric of the young woman’s skirt wasn’t short or thin enough, she also wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Mick got a clear glimpse of her shaved slit, with a tiny patch of pubic hair at the top, and a barbell piercing jutting from both sides.

He grabbed her purse, and as he stood he grazed the young woman’s shaved mound with the back of his hand along the way. He could see the invitation in her giant blue eyes, and wanted to fuck her to Easter and back, but remembered with horror how late he was running and knew his job was more important than any hole, no matter how wonderfully young or tight it promised to be.
 

“Sorry for knocking you down,” he said. “I haven’t had my coffee yet.” He smiled, excused himself, then walked toward the elevators. He pushed the button for the 21st floor as she approached him from behind. He could smell her perfume, mingling with the sex, and his cock started to swell.
 

Apparently, she could smell it, too. Her hand wrapped around his waist and she started rubbing his crotch and whispering, “I hear you architects always have great plans, bet you weren’t planning to fuck me today.”

How the hell did she know he was an architect?

Did he know her?
 

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. She pushed him inside, then stepped in behind him like she was the predator and he was the prey. The doors closed and she slapped the red STOP button.
 

Mick tried to place her, but it was impossible, with his back to the wall of the box, her hand on the length of his shaft, and her mouth suddenly all over his.

She kept rubbing his cock and whispering in his ear. “I want to fuck you right now, just like I’ve wanted to fuck you for years.”

Who the hell was this woman?
 

Not that it mattered, the young woman was hotter than FUCK.
 

Mick took her by the arms and flipped positions, shoving her against the elevator door. Sure, he was late and would end up in a shit heap of trouble from Wells, but it wouldn't be the end. He was a pivotal piece in the Wallace account. They couldn't fire him until the papers were signed, and that would take months. He would prove himself later. Right now, the pussy in front of him promised to be sweeter than sweet, and he had to take what fate was kind enough to offer so early in the morning.

Mick pushed himself against her, his cock rock hard beneath the fabric of his slacks. The young woman dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants with her teeth like a cock hungry whore. Mick couldn't figure out who she was, and it was driving him crazy, as instinct flared inside him, flashing back to all the many times when quick pussy had led to nothing but trouble.
 

Mick needed to flee the elevator, and get upstairs to the office.
 

He made a feeble attempt to push her away as she lowered his slacks to a puddle. “Who are you?” he breathed.
 

“Who do you want me to be?”
 

His dick was suddenly in her mouth, and so Mick had to answer with a moan.
 

He pumped his hips, smashing the tip of his dick against the pout of her lips. She looked up and smiled, quietly inviting him to fuck her mouth harder.
 

Mick did, and the young woman took her left hand and lifted her skirt above her waist. Then moving her right hand from the base of his shaft to the folds of her slit, she bobbed up and down on Mick without using her hands, while fucking herself hard with all four of her fingers.
 

The young woman’s luscious lips were wrapped snug around Mick’s dick, and she gorged herself as if she hadn’t had any meat in months. Mick’s cock was far larger than average, and most girls had difficulty doing much with their mouths, but this girl was gobbling cock like she was looking for a prize in the box. All nine and a half inches throbbed and pulsed and promised to splatter in seconds as she continued to lube the staff with the open O of her hungry mouth.
 

The elevator suddenly dinged and went up a floor. He’d thought she had stopped it, so he pulled himself from her mouth then reached behind him, slapping his hand on the STOP button just in time.