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  Sex Every Day Volume 2

  7 Single Serving Fantasies

  Lexi Maxxwell

  EROS | A division of Sterling & Stone

  Contents

  Title Page

  Coffee Shop Slut

  Fuck Her

  Honeybee’s: Eating Good in the Neighborhood

  Fuck Me Before My Husband Gets Home

  Sorry, I Gave at the Office

  Massage à Trois

  Officer Cock

  About the Author

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  Coffee Shop Slut

  Nolan

  Nolan stared at the screen of his MacBook Air, cursing Keynote for ruining his day. It was the end of the quarter, which meant 18-hour days doing everything he could to get the digits to dance. If they didn’t, shit rolled downhill.

  It would’ve been nice if Nolan could get a break from the numbers and hit the coffee shop for a half hour without having to check the spreadsheets. But a half hour skipped in the afternoon last week had meant two hours in the evening, so staring at the spreadsheet was exactly what he had to do, coffee shop break or not.

  It was hard enough to make sense of the columns without the constant clatter coming from the Hill of Beans’s miniature kitchen, where they made yummy sandwiches next to their specialty coffees. But the racket from the back of the coffee shop made it near impossible. He closed the lid of his laptop and sighed.

  Nolan had three more days, then the numbers would be final, with all their decimals in place, and he could finally get to the business of getting his dick wet.

  It had been way too long since he’d been able to fuck. The hours had been such bullshit, Nolan hadn’t even had a chance to beat off.

  He got up to get another cup of coffee, or maybe an apple chaider, the horrible sounding yet delicious drink made with apple cider, chai tea, and milk. He was two steps to the counter when he saw the girl of his dreams—or at least the wet ones he’d have later that night—sitting in a booth with her face pressed into a Kindle.

  He pretended not to notice as he stepped up to the counter, tilting his body so he could stare from the corner of his eye, but he wished his cock was the Kindle, the way she held it so close to her face.

  Nolan was feeling more aggressive than usual. He was a good-looking guy, used to getting licked and swallowed gratefully whenever he wasn’t working moon to moon. The last thing he wanted was a hard-on in public, but this girl was smoking hot.

  She looked like she was in her early 20’s, with a pixie cut and a round face. The kind of hips that are fun to grab, curving into an ass that filled her armchair. Her nipples were bullets crashing into the thin wall of cotton from her scoop neck tee. Nolan would’ve pictured cumming all over them no matter what they looked like, but they were a healthy 36 C—his favorite size, by far.

  The girl was taking dainty sips from her cup. Either the coffee was hot, or she just liked to have stuff near her mouth. The way she was chewing on her lip made him figure it was the second one.

  He paid for his apple chaider, then turned back to the girl while he waited for his drink to be made. The hot girl got way hotter, slipping her hand between her legs and rubbing herself gently. Nolan would have assumed he imagined it, but he was just close enough to hear her sigh. He ignored the chaider and stepped up to the girl.

  “Hi,” he said.

  She said nothing. Her hand twitched and Nolan thought she might go back between her legs. And as much as he’d love to watch, he didn’t want to get caught staring.

  “Hi,” he said a second time, louder.

  She looked up, startled.

  “You must be reading something awfully good,” he said, catching her eyes. “It has your undivided attention.” He added. “I love reading. Mind if I ask what it is?”

  The girl went bright red, and her eyes danced all over his body. She smiled, then shifted forward in her seat and said, “Um … it’s a—um, it’s a romance book. Free download on Amazon. I don’t usually read this stuff.” She went even redder than before. Nolan wondered if her pussy was as hot as her face.

  “Must be a helluva ride to make you blush like that,” he said.

  Nolan needed to get back to the office, and had never been so forward in his life. Usually girls came onto him, and he liked it that way. But he was hard as a rock in the middle of a coffee shop. If he didn’t fuck this girl in the bathroom, he’d probably end up jacking off in there instead.

  She giggled. “I guess.”

  “Read me something,” he whispered, lowering himself to a squat next to her.

  Her bottom lip barely quivered, but it was enough for Nolan to see it. He held her eyes as her breath went shallow. Her arm dropped the Kindle to her waist, as her perfect tits rose and fell with every breath.

  He was already a steel rod, but then she licked her lips before she spoke, and Nolan had to tell himself that he’d better not cum in his pants.

  “No way,” she said.

  “Why not?”

  She cleared her throat and smiled. “Because it’s way too graphic.”

  Nolan would’ve sworn on a tall stack of bibles that her smile was an invitation.

  “Well, then, I suggest we move this conversation somewhere more private.” He leaned into her ear, and whispered, “Meet me in the bathroom in 30 seconds.”

  Nolan stood, intentionally brushing his throbbing cock against her right tit.

  24 seconds later, she was in the bathroom. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and the front button of his jeans undone. She locked the door behind her.

  “Read to me,” he whispered, pulling her close.

  “I didn’t bring my Kindle,” she said.

  It was hard to believe what was about to happen was happening so fast, but there was no denying the truth. He smelled it on her out there, and it was even clearer in the restroom, despite the sharp sent of cleanser. She wanted to fuck.

  He spun her so her back pressed against his chest, and he shoved his bulge into the crack of her ass. She lightly squealed, then lifted her T-shirt over her tits. No bra.

  Her nipples were pink enough to make Nolan moan, so he did as she pulled away from him, spit a red hard candy into the trash, dropped to her knees, freed his cock, and took the entirety into her mouth.

  She teased his tip with her fiery tongue, running the length and licking all the way to his balls. She started rubbing her pussy while she sucked him, her fingers flicking in time with her slurping. Her tits hanging beneath the bottom of her shirt was almost too much, but Nolan didn’t want to blast before he was ready. It had been a while and he wanted it to last. Normally, Nolan would’ve been willing to buy three dozen roses to cum in a mouth, but he was ready to fuck … hard.

  She lifted her lips from his dick, then started jacking his shaft with the slip of her spit. She wanted him bad; panting, moaning, tasting him on her tongue. She was a second away from begging.

  “Suck me for another second,” he said, somewhere between plea and command. She swallowed his dick hastily, as though he’d yelled at her, licking his cock like she was star
ving, up and down both sides before she opened her mouth wide and tickled her throat.

  “Ooh, yeah…” Nolan moaned. “Oh, god—suck me, suck my hard cock, you little slut….”

  She kept sucking, lapping at the pre-cum oozing from his tip, practically devouring him. If she didn’t stop, he was going to flood her with cum.

  “Oh god, you have to stop.” He pulled her to her feet, grabbing a tit and sucking hard on the nipple, teasing her with his tongue while squeezing her other perfect C.

  “Oh, oh, oh!” she moaned, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them past her waist, then stepping through the puddle at the bottom. “Fuck me through my panties,” she begged.

  “No,” he said. He pulled her panties down to her ankles, smelled them like an animal, then dropped them to the floor. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder as he shoved his tongue into her cunt.

  She screamed.

  They had to hear her on the other side of the bathroom door.

  His tongue teased her swollen clit in long circles, running up and down the slick of her slit.

  She screamed even louder. “Oh, yeah—don’t stop!” The quicker his tongue darted, the louder she moaned. And he just kept getting faster.

  Nolan clamped his mouth on her nub and started to suck, then slipped three fingers into her shockingly wet pussy.

  “Oh, yeah, finger fuck me like high school,” she whimpered. “Oh, god! Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…. Eat my aching, hot pussy!” Then she really got loud, leaning her head back and crying out as she came hard around his fingers.

  She started to mutter incoherently as her pussy spasmed and shot juices from inside her.

  Nolan shoved her hard against the wall. “Tell me you fucking want me,” he growled, rubbing her tits with one hand and still teasing her cunt with the other as juice drizzled from the sides.

  “Oh, god … yes, please … I need your cock….” She shuddered beneath him. He held his dick against her hole, then rubbed it hard against her slit. “Please stop,” she begged. “Please put it inside….”

  That was exactly what Nolan was waiting for.

  He took his throbbing cock and rammed it inside her, pushing a gasp from her mouth. It had to be the hottest pussy he’d ever felt, as well as the wettest and tightest. He continued to grunt, slamming her harder and harder, getting off on the sloshing sound from every thrust.

  She gasped. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum again,” she groaned, as waves of pleasure swam inside her. She pushed against him and he grabbed her hips and began pounding her as hard as he could. She cried out and her voice climbed in pitch until she was screaming, body twitching.

  “I’m going to shoot my hot cum right into your sweet little cunt,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I want it … I want it so bad.” She moaned, yanking his head up so their eyes met. “You know what I really want?”

  “Tell me,” he breathed.

  “I want you to fuck my ass. Please. I need you.”

  “Jesus,” Nolan said. “I’ll fuck your tight little ass right now and jack off thinking about it tonight.” He pulled himself from her pussy, set the tip of his dick against her starfish, then eased himself inside of her ass.

  She pushed against him, wiggling her tight ass, trying to get him deeper. “Touch my pussy….”

  His thick dick thrummed in her ass as his fingers probed, pounded, and curled against her G-Spot. She moaned and cried out again, throwing her head back almost painfully against the bathroom wall.

  Nolan growled, then said, “I’m going to cum in your ass, so get your hole ready for my load.”

  “Cum inside me,” she whimpered as he thrust harder and faster. Her whimpers turned to sharp screams as another orgasm ravaged her body, and then another, continuous now, her body on fire, every touch, every thrust making her entire body tremble.

  “Yes … cum for me,” Nolan growled. Then: “I’m cumming. I’m going to shoot off in you—oh, Jesus Christ, I’m cumming!” He groaned as his balls tightened and emptied in her ass. She shuddered through another orgasm, cumming with him.

  He moaned as he emptied into her, milking his cock dry with a final thrust. “That was unbelievable,” he said, staring at her.

  “I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, catching her breath, then trying to straighten herself out.

  “I know, right?” he said, face suddenly red. “I’m Nolan.”

  “I’m Christina,” she said.

  Nolan and Christina quickly dressed, then left the bathroom together, every eye upon them.

  “Your chaider’s ready, sir,” the barista called from behind the counter. Nolan ignored the call and went straight to his MacBook, thankful it was still there, but not even caring if it wasn’t. He was out the door with his new companion a second later.

  Christina

  Christina entered Hill of Beans with her nose practically pressed against her Kindle. She was so absorbed in her smut, she didn’t realize she was about to crash into the exiting woman.

  The woman, a tall, bitchy looking woman with a pointy nose, snapped, “Watch where you’re going!” pulling Christina from the page. She whispered an apology, then went to the counter, ordered a large black coffee, set it on the small table beside one of the coffee shop’s overstuffed chairs, then plopped down and returned her eyes to the Kindle.

  Normally, Christina liked to read mysteries or political thrillers, horror, that sort of thing; but her roommate insisted she read this free download from Amazon. Once she started reading, she couldn’t put it down.

  It was pure porn. There was no pretending with romance words like “throbbing member,” or “delicious center.” This book used words like “rock hard cock” and “soaking wet cunt.”

  Christina had slept with plenty of guys—she was 23, after all. But she’d never had anything close to an experience like the girl in the book, who was wild, dirty, and reckless. Her pussy was hot and wet, and the book was making her hornier than she’d ever been before, especially once she noticed the hot guy pretending not to check her out.

  She took small sips of her coffee, and nibbled on her lip like she imagined the girl in her book would do. Her pussy was practically begging to be grazed, so she slipped her hand between her legs, knowing she was being watched.

  The hot guy she’d seen watching her made his way over quickly. “Hi,” he said.

  She stayed silent, but made a half gesture like she was planning to go for seconds.

  “Hi,” he said a second time, louder.

  She looked up, feigning surprise.

  “You must be reading something awfully good. It has your undivided attention. I love reading. Mind if I ask what you’re reading?”

  Well, of course he would ask that. Christina was genuinely embarrassed. “Um … it’s a—um, it’s a romance book. Free download on Amazon. I don’t usually read this stuff.”

  “Must be a helluva ride to make you blush like that,” he said.

  “I guess,” she giggled, a bit embarrassed, but mostly turned on.

  “Read me something,” he whispered. He was suddenly on his knees, inches from her face. She wanted to reach over and put her tongue in his mouth. She could feel her breathing go shallow.

  “No way,” she said.

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s way too graphic.”

  “Well, then, I suggest we move this conversation somewhere more private.” His breath was in her ear as he whispered, “Meet me in the bathroom in 30 seconds,” and then was gone.

  Though she could barely believe she was about to do it, Christina didn’t even have to think. It had been a month since she’d had anything but her own fingers inside her, and she was so horny now. Sure, she didn’t know his name, but that wouldn’t have stopped the girl in her book, and she was having a damn good time with her life.

  It was a once in a lifetime chance, which is exactly what she told herself as she swung from her chair, then followed the stranger into the ba
throom.

  He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. They traded a few words, then got to doing what they were both in there to do.

  Before she knew it, she was up against the wall and he was pushing himself against her. She lifted her shirt so he could see her yummy tits. Guys loved shit like that. He moaned to let her know it was a choice move. She spit her candy in the trash, then dropped to her knees and swallowed his dick for a minute before she started jacking him off. He started begging for her to suck him some more, so she smiled and did.

  “Oh god—suck me, suck my hard cock you little slut….”

  Christina loved the book coming true in the Hill of Beans bathroom, and loved being called a slut, so she sucked him like both their lives depended on it.

  “Oh, god, you have to stop.” The stranger pulled himself from her mouth, then her to her feet, and started grabbing her tits, playing and sucking roughly. Christina couldn't get her pants off fast enough. She ordered him to fuck her through her panties, but he refused, pulling them past her ankles and taking a giant whiff before throwing them to the floor, lifting her leg, and shoving his tongue on her pussy.

  She was moaning way too loud and knew it. “Oh, yeah … finger fuck me like high school. Oh god, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…. Eat my aching, hot pussy.” She could feel herself cumming and as it crashed over her, she threw her head back and cried out at full volume, the pitch of her voice raising sharply into a scream. The pressure in her belly caused her to squirt, dripping all over his hand and mouth.

  “Tell me you fucking want me.” He sounded almost angry as he slapped her slit with his soaking wet hand.

  “Oh, god … yes, please … I need your cock…. Please stop. Please put it inside….”

  He shoved himself inside her hot, tight cunt.

  She could barely breathe. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum again….” His hands were on her hips as he started fucking her harder.