42 Filthy Fucking Stories
Contents
42 Filthy Fucking Stories
Copyright
Fucking in a Restaurant
Sex in Public: Fucking in the Sex Shop
Fucking in the Sex Shop
Intermission Quickie
Hiking Trail Hot Fuck
Sex In The Dressing Room
The Lingerie Department
Sex In An Elevator
The Drug Lord’s Whore
Salon Slut Swallows
Fucking on Campus
The Couch Surfer’s Cock
The Horny Hitchhiker
Cheating With the Boss
Fuck. Her.
Pop My Cherry 1: A Professor Popped My Cherry
Pop My Cherry 2: Fucking In The Hayloft
Pop My Cherry 3: The Big SURprise
Pop My Cherry 4: Hot And Wet In The Jungle
Call of Booty: Modern Whorefare
The XXX Files: Episode 1
Chubby Jess: Fucking in the Park
Chubby Jess: Fucking the Gardener
Chubby Jess: Fucking at the Club
Chubby Jess: An IM Fucking
Home From the War: Flying High
Home From the War: Going Home
Home From the War: Home From War and Horny
Home From the War: The Letter
Anything But Average
Cum-Covered Redhead
Fucking Her Lover With Her Husband Home In Bed
Happy Halloween
Hotel Cheater
Humiliated in an Alley
Officer Cock
Officer Voyeur
Revenge Is Sweet Sex
Sex on the Beach
Sorry, I Gave at the Office
Speeding To A Climax
The Breakup and the Best Friend
The Thursday Deception
Cheap Sex
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From the dirty mind of Lexi Maxxwell, of 50 Shades of Lexi Maxxwell http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0094B6S4S/, comes “42 Filthy Fucking Stories!” including 22 ALL NEW STORIES!
This all-new collection includes many of her best from her Sex In Public and Double Stuffed series along with several brand new, unreleased stories (at time of publication) all in one collection! This collection includes the first appearance of Lexi’s Chubby Jess and Home from the War series of stories!
Sex in Public: Fucking in a Restaurant
Sex in Public: Fucking in the Sex Shop
Sex in Public: Intermission Quickie
Sex in Public: Hiking Trail Hot Fuck
Sex in Public: Sex In The Dressing Room
Sex in Public: The Lingerie Department
Sex In An Elevator
The Drug Lord’s Whore
Salon Slut Swallows
Fucking on Campus
The Couch Surfer’s Cock
The Horny Hitchhiker
Cheating With the Boss
Fuck. Her.
Pop My Cherry 1: A Professor Popped My Cherry
Pop My Cherry 2: Fucking In The Hayloft
Pop My Cherry 3: The Big SURprise
Pop My Cherry 4: Hot And Wet In The Jungle
Call of Booty: Modern Whorefare
The XXX Files: Episode 1
Chubby Jess: Fucking in the Park
Chubby Jess: Fucking the Gardener
Chubby Jess: Fucking at the Club
Chubby Jess: An IM Fucking
Home From the War: Flying High
Home From the War: Going Home
Home From the War: Home From War and Horny
Home From the War: The Letter
Anything But Average
Cum-Covered Redhead
Fucking Her Lover With Her Husband Home In Bed
Happy Halloween
Hotel Cheater
Humiliated in an Alley
Officer Cock
Officer Voyeur
Revenge Is Sweet Sex
Sex on the Beach
Sorry, I Gave at the Office
Speeding To A Climax
The Breakup and the Best Friend
The Thursday Deception
LEXI MAXWELL’S
42 Filthy Fucking Stories
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First published by Lexi Maxxwell, 2012
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER (or whatever the local laws are in your area). All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Copyright © Lexi Maxxwell October 16, 2012
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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 fuck 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.
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 Giggles 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 Giggles,” 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 so fucking HOT.” 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 fiancé 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 and a leak to her bottom lips.
The first time they met in person was 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.
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 large, hard cock into her over and over again.
Why they were wasting time with the wine, April had no idea. Her panties were already soaking, seeping juices onto her sticky inner 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 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, 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 of the menu at all. April was now so wet that she was afraid her pumping pussy was about to leak enough liquid to seep 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 available.” 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 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 the
m 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.