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  Sex Every Day Volume 1

  7 Single Serving Fantasies

  Lexi Maxxwell

  EROS | A division of Sterling & Stone

  Contents

  Title Page

  Fucking in a Restaurant

  Sex in the Lingerie Department

  I’m Fucking My Neighbor’s Wife

  Banging at the Beach

  I Fucked My Way Out of a DUI

  The Drug Lord’s Whore

  I’m Having an Affair with My Neighbor

  About the Author

  © 2017 Lexi Maxxwell. All rights reserved.

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  Fucking in a Restaurant

  April handed her key to the valet and strutted toward the front entrance of the Kachemak Cafe, her favorite five-inch heels clicking against the concrete. She loved dressing up and getting out of the house, loved the look of a professional slut, and how good she looked in the guise.

  A group of girls scattered from the front, giggling at something that may or may not have been about April. Not like she cared either way. If the girls were giggling about her, it was only because they were jealous. If they weren’t, well then, they had no idea what in the hell they were missing.

  April stopped to give herself a final glance in the shadowy reflection of the Kachemak Cafe’s long glass door, moving her eyes from head to toe. Her makeup was movie star neat, and her red hair spilled in loose curls past her shoulders. Her blue silk blouse wrapped her breasts like a gift, showing off her beautiful cleavage, then tucked into a short gray skirt covering just enough of her ass to keep her from getting a ticket.

  April ran her hands down the skirt, made a kissy face at her reflection, then stepped inside the restaurant to meet Dylan, one of her favorites from the many monthly subscribers to NastyApril.Com, the adult web site she ran from her bedroom.

  April loved staring at herself on the glossy 17” screen of her MacBook, lounging in the lacy lingerie that hugged every curve of her full body. She loved the private chats which pinged through her day; men begging her to fulfill their fantasies from behind their walls of anonymity. There were few things that made April hotter, and the mere thought of those men was enough to dampen her silk panties. She could feel the heat between her legs, thinking of being watched by men around the world as they demanded that she touch herself, typing their orders for how she must do it.

  April felt her pussy leak, and she hoped they’d leave the restaurant soon. Her hands wandered to her stomach, then smoothed her skirt as she stood in the doorway looking for Dylan. She finally saw him across the room, sitting at a table for two, with two glasses of red wine. His jet-black hair was closely cropped, his head was down and his dark brown eyes were skimming the menu. His dark arms stretched over corded muscle, rippling from beneath the rolled sleeves of his dark green dress shirt.

  The first time they’d met in person had been at a hotel, just a few blocks from the Kachemak Cafe. Dylan had worshipped her body for over six hours before they fell into an exhausted coupling and then slept the evening away. The nap was Nirvana and the six hours before it Shangri-La. She was looking forward to repeating the experience.

  April headed toward the table, and Dylan stood as she drew near. He smiled and drew out her chair for her. She sensed the slight tease of his cologne — a soft, bottomless scent that tickled her desire — then returned his smile with a wink.

  A server approached their table, smiled at April and, speaking in a low voice, just loud enough to be heard over the soft music gently coloring the background, asked “Can I get you anything besides what the gentleman ordered, Ma’am?”

  “Baby, I’m not old enough for ‘ma’am’ quite yet. Call me April like all the other boys, or Juicy, if you’re feeling frisky. And no, I think the gentleman made an excellent choice with wine to start the evening, thank you.” April smiled just for the server, sending a shade of pink rushing up his cheeks.

  “Take it easy on him, April-or-Juicy.” Dylan laughed as the thrilled but embarrassed server walked away. “You know he’s probably gonna have to go to the bathroom and toss one off now.”

  April laughed and then said, “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and I’ll toss you off?”

  He shook his head. “This isn’t that type of place. We’d be kicked out in a second.”

  April leaned across the table. “I could shake my ass fast enough for you to fill it before anyone knew what was happening.”

  Dylan pulled a moaning sound from somewhere in the depths of his throat. “Damn. You are naughty.” The only thing April loved more than Dylan telling her what to do to herself on the computer was watching him crave her from across the table.

  Dylan had been a subscriber to NastyApril for the past six months. At first, it was the specificity of his fantasies that drew her to him. She always did whatever he said, but he stayed on the site long after she’d shuddered through her camera-captured orgasm. Then, after his knuckles were surely covered in cum, he stayed with her to make her laugh as they chatted for hours, with conversation drifting dangerously close to actual intimacy.

  After sipping the wine, Dylan confided that his fiancée had left him for another man, and that he had joined NastyApril as a way of easing the pain. He had even looked for someone local, hoping for a spark. He took her hand from across the table and pressed his lips to her fingers. The feel of his lips on her skin triggered a memory in her head from their time at the hotel, and a gush from between her thighs.

  April wanted to run her hand between her legs, wanted to feel her pussy as she thought about all the things Dylan had done to make her cum. His big, strong hands always found the perfect grip, his fingers digging deep into her round, plump ass as he shoved his huge cock into her over and over again.

  April had no idea why they were wasting their time with wine. Her panties were already soaking onto her thighs. And she was sure her eyes were glazed with the same look Dylan had seen so many times before, usually from his side of the screen.

  April shook a five-inch heel from her foot, and stretched her leg under the table and onto his chair, rubbing it against the bulge in his beige pants. She smiled at the wild warmth flooding Dylan’s eyes as he raised his head and stared at her face. April loved that she was gorgeous when horny.

  The arch of her foot rubbed the full length of Dylan’s hardening dick. He leaned forward, propped his head on his fists, and tried not to moan. She picked up her glass of wine, took a slow sip, then moved her tongue across her lips to taste its sweetness.

  “So,” he said picking up him menu, still trying not to moan. “What do you want to eat?”

  “Meat.” April picked her menu up and scanned it as she continued to rub his dick with her foot.

  “They have some turkey on the menu — you feel like light or dark meat?”

  Of course April wanted dark meat. She wanted to fuck the dark meat two feet away, but didn’t see the point in ordering off the menu at all. April was now so wet that she was afraid her pussy was about to leak through her skirt.

  “I’m going to the ladies’ room. If that cutie of a server comes back, ask him what sort of dark meat’s av
ailable.” April gave Dylan a wide fuck me smile, and turned toward the restrooms.

  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 girls’ 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 one finger.

  “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 favorite skirt all wet with my cum.”

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

  April rubbed at the wet silk, pushing the damp fabric into her soaking folds. 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 go much longer 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 folds. April shuddered each time his finger found the nub of her clit, and he pushed his fingers harder inside her with every shudder.

  He craned his neck, then snaked his tongue inside her hot opening, 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.

  She shoved her fist in her mouth and sank her teeth into her knuckle as hot cum juice trickled down Dylan’s arm.

  April smiled down at him and pulled him up to meet her kiss, the taste of her pussy still lingering on his mouth. She undid his pants and frantically shoved them down to his ankles. She dropped to her knees and took his cock 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 gently in her hand.

  Dylan pulled from April, then picked her up from the floor and roughly bent her over, fully 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 cunt 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, 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 warmth 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 erect clit.

  She muttered a string of filthy words, cursing the fireworks exploding in her brain. Her hand went from his balls to her clit, too, 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, in time to his violent thrusts.

  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. Dylan couldn’t hold back any longer and he lost himself in a scream. He slapped his hand over his mouth, shooting hot streams of cum into the far wall of her pussy, and slowly, his slamming came 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, forcing his lips against hers for a long moment before 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 she was 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, which hung over the sink.

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

  She sighed as she finished her makeup. “This is as good as it’s going to get.” She picked up her tools to her bag and stuffed her “gifts” back in their “packaging.” 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.”

  Sex in the Lingerie Department

  “Ed, can you come here please?” Rachel half-shouted across the empty lingerie department. She had been keeping an eye on her new salesman for the past week. She was waiting to see him shatter the wall of shyness that was crippling his sales. But she had decided his numbers were too low to wait any longer.

  “Yes, ma’am,” Ed said, meeting her gaze on his approach but breaking eye contact almost immediately.

  Lack of eye contact was Ed’s biggest problem. It was bad enough when he couldn’t hold it with her, but it was impossible to be a great salesperson if you couldn’t make it with the customers. It was like trying to cook without looking at food.

  While Rachel understood that a young man working the lingerie section of a store would naturally feel a little awkward, he was a professional and had to act like one. She’d heard nothing but good things about Ed from Mr. Ruiz downstairs in the shoe department, but had yet to see it herself on the second floor.

  “I’m going to need you to stay late tonight,” Rachel said. Ed was immediately nervous; his hand was on his neck and his fingers were kneading the flesh. “You haven’t done anything wrong. But we do need to talk.”

  “Sure thing, Mrs. Jacobs,” Ed said. He nodded and half-smiled as he returned to the black slip and pile of lingerie he had been neatly folding a minute before.

  Rachel shook her head, hoping she wouldn’t have to fire him. He was adorable, and would be great for business, if he could get his shit together. Most men would kill to be in Ed’s position. He worked in a women’s lingerie department, spending his days watching women, many beautiful, running their fingers along rows of naughty, lacy lingerie while trying to decide what they should buy. Yet Ed was shy at best and completely distracted at worst when it came to dealing directly with the women.