42 Filthy Fucking Stories (5 page)

“See you at home?” he smiled.

“Of course.
 
I have couple of filet mignons in the fridge. And of course a bottle of Philip Togni Spring Mountain Cabernet.”

“Mmmmm….. I can’t wait.” He fingered her emerald necklace. “Remember when I got you this?”

“Paris,” Selena said. “I love Paris. And I love you.”

“Where’s Carlos while you’re with me here at the theatre?”

“Your mom’s babysitting for us. Our son is so like you – you don’t even know how much...”

Another rap on the door and the stage manager’s voice was telling everyone ‘places’. The maestro kissed his wife one final time, then left her in the dressing room and closed the door behind him.

Selena went to one of the vases of red roses and picked up a small photo of the three of them together, all bundled up on the Austrian ski slopes one year before.
 

Our son looks like a little him.
 

Selena sighed, then slowly pulled on her clothes, barely making it back to her seat, two rows from the front, before the lights dimmed. She sat through the second act, staring at the maestro and playing with her sparkling necklace of emeralds and gold, looking at the man she loved, along with their son, more than life itself.

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Hiking Trail Hot Fuck

Nate threw his pack into the back of his 4Runner and slammed the rear door. He then climbed into his Toyota and pulled from the garage into the mild pre-dawn morning.
 

It was still dark, but the first hint of light was teasing color on the horizon. By the time he hit Asheville and the base of the mountain, at his favorite hiking spot, early light would be bleeding from the sky, giving Nate just enough of a glow to start his hike without a flashlight. And if Nate went his normal pace, he would make it to the mountain’s peak by midday, enjoy his sandwich with a gorgeous panorama of the city, then descend the mountain and head back home before dark. Another Saturday extremely well spent.
 

Nate floored the 4Runner, enjoying the mostly vacant lanes on the nearly empty highway as he listened to his iPod with the volume low enough to give his mind the space it needed to think about the way things had been going at work. Though it wasn’t really work that was on his mind, so much as the pussy that filled it.

Nate had been promoted to Creative Directory at the agency six months earlier, a full five years faster than anyone expected. He was terrific at his job, and loved every minute. He not only had keen insight into the mind of a typical buyer, but Nate was often able to see intersections that no one else could, which made his copy better and his advice to the art department more solid than many of the senior partners who had been with the firm long before the majority of its ad budget went to the Internet.
 

Landing the job had been a dream come true, but Nate was threatening perfection with his usual brand of goddamn stupidity. As usual, it revolved around a fresh batch of sweet smelling pussy.
 

 
Nate had a major fucking hard-on for his assistant, Amy Lansing, and it had him scared half to death. It wasn’t just that Amy was incredibly hot, though she totally was. She had a perfect body, with a smoking set of 36C tits and a gorgeous face that Nate couldn’t help but imagine covering in cum, several times a day. Truth was, every time he thought of Amy outside of the office his cock started throbbing so hard it was like he was waiting his turn in a gangbang.
 

But it wasn’t just Amy’s perfect body, her tits and her face. Amy thought Nate was a genius, and told him so all the time. And not just in a kissing up to the boss, brown-nosing sycophant sort of way, like half the girls in the office, including the entire social media wing. Amy discussed Nate’s work in depth, told him exactly what she loved, what she didn’t, and why. She used words like “call-to-action” and “buyer integrity.” She understood Nate’s work on a fundamental level and made him feel proud of what he was doing.
 

Thing was, if Nate had met Amy outside of the office, there was no doubt in his mind they’d be dating. She had been assigned to Nate just two months into his promotion, and in the four months they had been working together, there had been maybe 100 hours of conversation and maybe 20 minutes of awkward silence.
 

Amy had it all, and Nate wanted to eat every bit. But there was just too goddamn much at risk, which was why Nate was driving to Asheville.
 
Besides wanting to get outside, enjoy the fresh air, and soak in some nature, Nate wanted to spend Saturday at Asheville hiking because over the last 15 years it always cleared his head and allowed him to get to the core of an idea, whether that meant finding the perfect hook for a new ad campaign, or figuring out whether he should go ahead and fuck his assistant and cream her beautiful face.
 

Nate left Amy in a corner in his head, figuring he’d save her for the hike, and cranked up the stereo, blasting the White Stripes,
Seven Nation Army
loud enough to vibrate the entire cabin of the 4Runner.
 

It was a good enough plan, but Amy wouldn’t comply. She kept leaving the corner and moving to the front lobby of his frontal lobe. Of course, that made sense, because she didn’t leave it Monday through Friday. What made him think the weekend would be any different he had no idea

The drive to Asheville lasted slightly more than an hour, and by the time he arrived at the foot of the mountain, his cock was thick as pipe, and just as hard.
 

He was picturing Amy’s outfit from the day before; a tight, low-cut red sweater on top, with an impossibly short skirt on the bottom. Any other girl in the office wearing the same outfit would’ve looked slutty, and been sent home before lunch. Amy somehow managed to look professional, even when she was wearing clothes that were practically begging for any red-blooded man in the office to think about doing stuff to her that was still illegal in some, if not most, of the states.
 

Beyond her sweater, which perfectly displayed her beautiful tits, and the tiny skirt that made Nate wonder whether she went bushy or bald, Amy wore tall heels that made her stand to just a nod below Nate’s 6’3” frame.
 

Nate had known enough women to be pretty certain of what Amy was doing –intentionally baiting him by leaning low so he could see her big tits and bending lower so he could see all the way up her skirt. The chemistry between them was thick, and Nate was sure she wanted him. All he had to do was ask.
 

If Amy had been wearing panties the day before, he probably wouldn’t have been driving to Asheville, but she hadn’t been, and when she leaned over to pick up the folder from the Art Department with the landing page mockups due Monday, he got a perfect view of her tight slit, glistening with feminine dew.
 

And GOD DAMMIT, she was HOT.

Nate pulled into the dirt parking lot at the base of the mountain, and parked between the only two cars already there – a beat up Chevy Silverado and a newer Volkswagen Beetle.
 

Nate shifted his uncomfortably hard cock and considered jacking his shaft and shooting a wad in the cabin, but figured it would be just his luck for someone to pull into the lot right then, or worse, for a park ranger to spot him. Nate figured his fatty would fade as soon as he started walking.
 

He stepped from the 4Runner, walked to the back and pulled his pack from the truck. The morning was warming up already, so he peeled the sweatshirt from his body, and shoved it inside the pack. He was an avid hiker, and had been hitting the base of the mountain as often as his schedule allowed. He had started when he was eight, though his time at the mountain had been scarce since his promotion.

He knew exactly what gear was needed, and was able to get everything from basic survival and first aid to modern entertainment, such as iPods and iPads, in with plenty of space to spare. Part of Nate felt bad taking electronics up to the top of the mountain, as though he was somehow defiling the purity of the hike. But most of him knew it wasn’t any different from previous generations bringing books to the top of the mountain to read. The only difference was the growth in technology. The intent was certainly the same. Anyway, wasn’t time at the top of the mountain about living life to the fullest?

Nate hitched his pack to his back, locked the 4Runner, then started heading up the trail. The trip to the top was 10 miles, and returning the same way he would hike another 10 miles back down to the bottom. Nate was looking forward to the burn in his legs, the peace and quiet, and the abundant wildlife that peppered the entire area.
 

About a mile up, Nate stopped and took a long sip of water. The fat in his fuckstick had finally faded, but stopping got him thinking of Amy. He was throbbing again in seconds.

Goddammit, he wanted to fuck!

Nate put the water back in his backpack, and scrolled through a mental inventory of every slice of available snatch in his black book, where he could get a nice night of pussy without a big fucking ordeal and a trip to meet the parents.
 

Starting again, Nate tore through the first fives miles, stopping every so often to pull out his iPhone and snap a few pictures of the local wildlife: deer, elk, and plenty of wild rabbits. The iPhone camera wasn’t nearly as good as his Cannon, but he rarely stopped to pull the Cannon from the pack since he long ago realized that he never looked at any of the pictures he took. The joy was in shooting them, not in revisiting the experience.
 

Every so often Nate would stop to get a drink, or adjust his pack. And every time he did, he’d feel the twitch in his dick, and he’d curse himself for stopping. Then he’d wonder how long it would be before he’d get a good fucking, and more importantly, how long he’d have to wait until he finally got to nail Amy – in her face, cunt, ass, or any fucking place she’d let him.
 

He finally made it to the Asheville peak around noon dropping his pack in exhaustion. He crossed to the other side of the summit, snapping photos of his surroundings. The view, as usual, was spectacular. He set out a blanket, and reached inside his pack for his freshly made mozzarella and tomato sandwich. He was thankful that the twitch in his cock had finally faded, but he then heard a sound that brought it back to a steady pulsing.
 

“MMMmmmm…..ooh.”
 

Nate wasn’t sure what animal made that sort of noise, but was pretty sure it was human. He followed the moaning, stopping every few seconds to listen. He heard heavy breathing and light groaning, and for a second thought it might be an animal hurt. Sure, it sounded like a horny woman, but Nate figured that was probably a week’s worth of Amy’s teasing, and a few hours worth of fat dick that had colored his senses.
 

Looking around a large boulder, his eyes widened at something he had never seen before. A woman was lying on a blanket under the warm sun, with her legs spread wide with her hand in her shorts, her shirt pulled up just past her large, full, and firm tits. Her right hand was shoved down her shorts and was moving up and down furiously as she moaned, “Oh God!”, grunting and lifting her ass from the blanket.
 

Nate went from hard to harder, watching the mysterious chick rub her palm across her panty layered pussy in a frenzy. He started rubbing his cock, hidden behind a large boulder, and watched her intently. She shimmied from her shorts until they were past her ankles, kicked them off and spread her legs wider, then inserted two fingers and started finger fucking herself at the speed of a porno.

Nate’s cock was throbbing so hard, he figured he was just seconds from cumming. He wished he’d taken care of himself in the 4Runner, since he’d be in less pain now, and better able to enjoy the show. He then figured
fuck it
, and pulled an 8” cock from his pants and started stroking his shaft, eyes glued to the girl.
 

Nate involuntarily let out a deep groan and the girl twisted her head, looking over at him, startled. “Oh wow!” she said, staring at his huge throbbing cock.
 

She stood without another word, removed her shirt, and walked over to Nate entirely naked. “You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!” she said, her breathing rapid.
 

“Umm…thanks” Nate said, eyeing her beautiful body as he continued to stroke his shaft. She moved closer, until she was just inches away, knelt in the dirt and started licking his dick, slowly lapping her tongue up and down his long, thick rod, before locking her lips at the tip.
 

She sucked on Nate for a full minute as he found himself buried beneath a heavy curtain from an endless moan.
 

“OH MY FUCKING LORD,” he cried. “You feel amazing!”

The stranger let Nate’s dick fall from her mouth with a loud and sloppy plop, then said, “Hey, want to come over there and fool around?”
 

“Sure!” Nate smiled, still baffled by this beautiful, sex-crazed girl.
 

“Take your clothes off, enjoy the sun like me,” she said, with maybe the widest smile he’d seen outside of a porno.
 

Nate stripped to nothing, and sat beside her. “You have a gorgeous body,” she said, eyeing his muscular chest and arms. “I come up here every other weekend just to hang out with nature and masturbate,” she said. “It’s so much better to do it outside, with the wind and the heat….Mmmm, so good,” she moaned, starting to rub her tits again. “I never thought I’d meet someone up here though. It’s always so quiet. But I like it for sure. It makes rubbing my pussy like 100 times better!”