42 Filthy Fucking Stories (2 page)

She could feel him watching her round ass sway as she crossed the room, and could picture the throb in his cock, still burning from where her foot had made it hot as an oven.
 

He would want her NOW, and wouldn't care where they were.
 

Sure enough, Dylan entered the bathroom a step behind her. April had her back against the wall in seconds, leaning with one heel propped up so she could show Dylan her soaking wet silk panties. With innocence on her face, April whispered, “Mister, I don’t think that you should be in the little girl’s room at all.”
 

“Want me to leave?” Even quiet, Dylan’s voice boomed in the small tiled space.
 

“That depends on why you’re here.”

“I came to see what you were doing in here all by yourself.” He raised an eyebrow, then tilted his head to see the damp silk half hidden by her perfect, smooth thighs. He drew closer, tracing lines on her perfect flesh with his fingernail.
 

“Well, I have this little problem…” she said lifting her skirt to just above the bottom of her panties, “… and I was going to do something about it before I got my cum juice all over my favorite skirt.”

“Oh?” He took three steps back and leaned against the door. “Don’t let me stop you.” He folded his dark, muscular arms over his chest.
 

April rubbed at the wet silk, pushing the damp fabric into her sopping lips. The fabric slid easily into her as she caressed her clit and slowly licked her lips, staring at the tall, handsome man who usually watched her from the comfort of his own home with his hand around his cock.

Dylan’s dick was pushing hard against his pants, begging for release. Watching her was a ritual, and yet the effect of her teasing him just a few feet away was obviously torture. April released one of her perfect breasts from her lacy bra, and showed it to him from under her blouse. She pressed her fingers into her tender flesh while the other hand teased her pussy.
 

Dylan wouldn’t be able to stand much more without demanding more.

April smiled at his predictability as he moved in a single gliding motion, quickly crossing the room until he was kneeling in front of her like she was an altar. His tongue ran from knee to inner thigh, then to her inner crease. April spread her legs farther apart, and he buried his face in her pussy.
 

His hands ran under her skirt and peeled the tight lingerie from her ass. He teased her dripping pussy with the soft lapping of his tongue. She freed her other breast and started to massage her nipples.
 

Dylan spread her apart with two fingers, then moved her clit from side to side, as his tongue continued to run along the upper rim of her lips. April shuddered each time his finger found the nub of her cunt, and he pushed his fingers harder inside her with every shudder.
 

He craned his neck, then shoved his tongue inside her piping-hot hole, penetrating April’s softest flesh and sending his warm breath over her mound. She tightened against the soft and wet breath of his mouth against her.
 

Warmth flooded from his tongue to her insides, then up through her lower stomach. April’s hands went from her breasts to his hair, pushing his face deeper into her cunt. He pushed his tongue farther inside her, then pulled out quickly, repeating the motion over and over, until her legs began to tremble.
 

It took everything inside her not to scream.
 
April and Dylan, had been loud when fucking in the hotel, but sequestered in the bathroom of the
Kachemak Cafe
, screaming would get them kicked out, if not arrested.
 

April thrust her hips wide to meet each stroke, moans muffled by the chewing of her lip. Fingers replaced tongue as Dylan twisted three inside her. She bucked against his hand, pushing harder against him, as he slammed his knuckles into her ass.
 

She shoved her fist in her mouth and sank her teeth into her knuckle as a hot mess of liquid shot down Dylan’s arm.
 

April smiled down at Dylan, and pulled him up to meet her kiss, the taste of her twat still frosting his mouth. She undid the button of his pants, and frantically shoved them down to his ankles. She dropped to her knees, and took his dick in her mouth, sliding her tongue around his head before shoving him as far down her throat as she could.
 

He guided her head with his hands, rocking her mouth back and forth over the length of his rock hard cock. One of her hands grasped his base while the other fondled his balls, rolling them in her hand like a pair of lucky dice.
 

Dylan pulled from April, then picked her up from the floor and roughly bent her over in half. She placed her hands on the wall and waited for entry. His hand found her slick, dripping hole and he played with her swollen slit for what felt like an agonizing hour, though she knew it was only minutes, if not seconds. He teased her past hungry, then took her to ravenous.
 

April loved that he got her to beg, loved that he knew how to take his time and fuck a woman right. “Please… Please!” she begged, as Dylan continued to patiently play with the sopping hole he would soon be fucking.
 

She looked behind her and saw him staring at her perfect ass, in the air, waiting for him to pound his hard cock deep inside. He ran his finger from her pussy, and up along her ass cheek, then took his dick in the other hand and positioned it at the entrance of her slit. She gasped as he slid himself to the hilt, then lost herself in a deep sigh as her warm pie swallowed his cock.
 

He roared into motion, pushing harder, deeper, and faster, holding her hips as he rocked his body against her. One hand held April against the wall while the other slipped between her legs where he rubbed his fingers across her pussy.
 

She muttered a string of violent words, cursing the fireworks exploding in her brain. Her hand went from his balls to her clit and she rubbed herself raw on her tender pink flesh. She shuddered as she felt her climax approaching, grabbing at the wall as her body rattled with pleasure and her breasts moved in front of her.
 

April grabbed a nipple, and squeezed her fingers together, intensifying her orgasm by blending pleasure and pain, rocking her ass harder against Dylan’s dick, and sending it thrusting closer to her core.
 

April’s back arched as she came, lifting her onto her tiptoes. Her scent was suddenly everywhere, humid with the heat of their bodies. He couldn’t hold back any longer and Dylan lost himself in a scream. He slapped his hand over his mouth, shooting hot loads of cum into the far wall of her cunt, and slowly slowing his slamming to a standstill.

Dylan stayed inside her while April continued rubbing her clit, cumming again and shaking them both from the force inside, rocking her body, breathing heavily, then leaning with both hands on the wall as she struggled to stand.
 

Dylan helped her to her feet, then pushed her into the wall with a final, crushing kiss, mashing his face against her for a long moment, then pulling back to take in the sight of her. Her hair was a mess, and her lipstick smeared across her mouth; eyes glazed as though stoned.
 

He moved a hair from her face and smiled. She smiled back, and giggled, then moved past him to get to the mirror and fix her hair, reaching into her purse to grab the tools to repair her damaged makeup.
 

“We may just get ourselves kicked out of here for this one,” she grinned as she saw him staring at her breasts, hanging over the sink.
 

“I’ve been kicked out of nicer places,” he played, then playfully flicked her nipple.
 

Sighing, she said, “This is as good as it’s going to get.” She picked up her tools to her bag and stuffed her body back in its package. She retrieved her silk panties from the floor, brought them to her nose, breathed deeply, then shared the scent with Dylan before tossing them into the garbage.
 

They grinned at each other, opened the door and stepped back into the dining area. The server was at their table, waiting. April sat, winked at Dylan, then pretended to study the menu.
 

“Are we ready to order?” the server asked them, avoiding eye contact.
 

“Umm… I’m in the mood for some meat,” she said, still studying the menu. “Do you have any dark meat?”

The server’s mouth twisted into a tiny O and his cheeks went flush. April looked up with a sly grin. “On second thought,” she said, “we’ll just take a check for the wine. I have plenty we can eat at home.”
 

XXX

Fucking in the Sex Shop
 

Veronica couldn’t have been more excited. She looked along the rows of lacy lingerie and high walls shelved with oils and toys, and felt the flush in her furry place, followed by the sticky reminder that coated the upper insides of her thighs.
 

Veronica’s wedding was two days away, and she had a few last-minute items to grab before giving herself to Daniel forever. She had been with her dream man for three years, and happily engaged for the last eight months. They first met through mutual friends, and though Veronica had been on approximately two hundred dates before Daniel, she knew on their first date that he was the One.
 

Although Veronica had been in her mid-twenties and a continent away from being a virgin when she and Daniel started dating, she had never felt anything close to the sexual awakening she had with Daniel.
 

Before Daniel, sex was amazing. After Daniel, it was the goddamn Renaissance.
 

Before Daniel, Veronica had given plenty of blowjobs, but mostly because she knew guys went apeshit for them. Sure, she enjoyed the feel of a cock throbbing between her lips well enough, but things were different with Daniel’s dick, from the first time he pulled it from her mouth and painted her face with his glue.

Daniel had taught Veronica to truly enjoy the fine art of the cock swallow, and even better, how to relax while he ate her pussy like it was made from strawberries and cream. Veronica had always been nervous when a guy tried to eat her out before, but Daniel taught her how amazing a tongue in the cunt could actually be.
 

Daniel repeatedly told that her she was beautiful, that she was sexy enough to keep his dick thick for half the day, and that she deserved to lean back and accept the sort of pleasure he was always trying to give her.
 

Daniel truly loved her, and loved pleasing her, and since he’d been right about everything else, Veronica had no problem believing it when he said he’d make her cum hard enough to send her to Shangri-La if she let him play with her asshole.
 

Holy shit balls, he wasn’t kidding.

Daniel had started slow, inserting a finger into her tiny starfish in the middle of their fucking. Once she was begging for his finger as part of their routine, he upped his game, and started fucking her from behind, inserting anal beads while he plowed her pussy, which he would pull from her ass as he climaxed, sending her into fits of shuddering frenzy. Soon enough, Daniel was fucking her in the ass and making her cum in seconds.
 

There was nothing she wouldn’t do for that man.
 

They had even had orgies with Brenda and Mark, the couple who introduced them. Brenda liked to ride Daniel’s face, while Veronica rode Daniel’s dick and Mark fucked her in the ass. At least that was their usual flow. Veronica loved being fucked by two cocks at once, and found she was extremely comfortable with Brenda, which surprised her since she never thought of herself as much of a carpet muncher. But she had come to love the sweet taste of pussy ever since that first night when she and Brenda had spent hours rubbing one another’s bodies, fingering each other relentlessly, then 69ing and eating each other’s dripping holes like they were at a Vegas buffet.
 

It had been amazing, and an adventure they had revisited a few times since, but no one could ever make her cum like Daniel. He knew exactly which buttons to push and how hard to push them, giving Veronica more orgasms in less time than she would have ever thought possible.
 

More amazing than anything else, Daniel had taught her to squirt, and now she regularly sent her junk juice flying through the room.
 

Veronica thought she was average looking, though Daniel insisted she wasn’t. She had a semi-permanent smile and a fantastic rack that made her body look better than it was. She had shoulder-length brown hair with light red highlights painted by the sun. Her face was cute, round with pleasantly chubby cheeks. Her eyes were green almonds; they were her best feature other than her tits. Daniel said they were “bedroom eyes” that never went anywhere else. Her body was full and curvy, like Marilyn Monroe but with bigger tits. She was a 36DD, but her natural breasts didn’t sag, hanging large and full on her 5’ 5” frame, which flared into to a well-rounded ass.
 

Daniel was tall and handsome, and always telling Veronica how much he loved her and her body. He had given her raw confidence, and a hunger to emerge from her shell and accept herself.