42 Filthy Fucking Stories Page 4

  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!”

  Nate couldn’t believe the mouth on this girl, and couldn’t wait to get it all over his cock. “I come up every once in a while, just for the hike” he said, watching her rub her nipples in small circles, feeling the pulse in his prick starting to pound.

  “Well, are you gonna get me get off, or what?” she winked.

  Nate reached out, grabbed a tit, and then started rubbing and squeezing and twisting.

  “Mmmm…yeah,” she moaned, “that feels great.”

  They lay on her blanket and Nate started licking and sucking her soft pink, perfectly hard nipples, slowly running his hand down her hot body until he reached her sopping wet cunt.

  He rubbed her clit hard, pushing in and moving his finger in hard circles. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” she moaned, bucking her hips. Nate moved his face between her legs and started licking her soft lips before sticking two fingers deep inside her pussy and pumping them fast, curling them until they pressed hard against her G-Spot.

  She screamed, loud with a sudden: “AAAAAHHH FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!”

  Her body shook and shuddered and showered cunt juice all over his hands. Nate drew his fingers from her fuckhole, and then started rubbing her clit harder, sending her over the edge a second time, as her body bucked again and another orgasm crashed through her body.

  “Oh FUCK, Oh my God, Oh fuck, Oh my God,” she moaned, stuck on repeat.

  She sat up, then pulled him down and thrust her head between his legs. “I want to suck you off so bad,” she moaned, hungrily taking his thick dick into her hungry mouth, moving fast, then sucking him faster, lightly running her fingers up and along his balls.

  “Mmmm….yeah baby,” he grunted.

  The mysterious girl continued to suck him, sending shivers through his body. She moved lower, down to his balls, then suckled each one, flicking her tongue and licking them quickly, her tongue moving fast, as she teased the tip of his dick for several minutes, making him grunt and groan in response.

  She looked up at Nate and moaned: “Fuck me, fuck me with that huge hiker’s cock.”

  Nate turned her onto her back, then spread her legs. Without being gentle, he slammed his cock inside her, ramming her hard enough to send her deep into an immediate moan.

  “OOOOoooooo” she screamed, pushing her body against him.

  Nate lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and then started slamming into her pussy again, needing to shoot his load so bad that his cock was starting to ache.

  Nate fucked her harder and harder, then faster and faster, until he felt her hot and sopping fuck muscles squeeze his cock as her body rocked into yet another orgasm.

  Nate’s cock went stiffer, his balls tightened, then he shot his first sticky load into her piping-hot pussy, quickly followed by a second, then a third. He kept pushing himself deeper and deeper until his cock was entirely empty.

  They lay on the girl’s blanket, side by side, enjoying the warm air as it left lingering kisses all over their bodies. Eventually Nate rose to his feet and got dressed. A minute later, the girl did the same.

  “So, will you be here next weekend?” he asked, hoping for a yes.

  “Definitely,” she said, “I’ll start coming every weekend if I can look forward to that gorgeous cock of yours!” She was moaning again, and rubbing her hand up her shirt.

  “What’s your name?” he asked.

  “Stephanie Lansing,” she replied.

  No, it couldn’t be, he thought.

  “I’m Nate” he replied, holding out his hand. “Nate Ames.”

  “Umm..wow,” she said. “I think my sister works for you. Amy?”

  Oh my God! It was.

  No wonder the stranger had made Nate so hot, she was built exactly the same as her sister, though their faces were entirely different.

  “Yea, she’s my assistant,” Nate said, dumbstruck.

  “Well, she’s been talking about you for four months now! She’s gonna be jealous as hell about how I spent my Saturday morning. What a small fucking world,” she said with a wink. “But you know what? I’m sure we could get her up here, too. And a threesome would be SO hot!”

  “I would love that!” Nate said, his hard-on already returning.

  “Cool,” Stephanie said, gathering her things, packing them into her bag, and then heading toward the other side of the summit. “See you next Saturday,” she said. “Let me know if you want to bring sis, or whether I should. I’ll look forward all week to fucking you either way!”

  Stephanie turned back once more, gave Nate a final wave, then disappeared as she descended the other side of the mountain.

  XXX

  Sex In The Dressing Room

  Ryan was on his way to Links, the golf course where he planned to thwack at his frustrations a ball at a time. Links was one of the few luxuries Ryan had been left with since splitting with Deborah, his bitch ex-wife of 14 years. Ryan was two exits away from Links when he saw that Boutique Costume des Homes was having a 50% off sale, so he pulled off the highway early, and then followed the billboards.

  Boutique Costume des Homes was the sort of place he wouldn't have been caught dead in a year ago, a faux French designer men’s suit warehouse. But considering Deborah had tossed all his expensive suits from the third floor window, onto a pile of broken twigs before lighting them on fire, Ryan’s wardrobe was looking scant. The divorce was all bullshit, but it was especially bullshit since Ryan hadn’t even cheated. Never went through with it at all, just two texts and an email. Deborah took him for all he was worth.

  Ryan parked his car in the Boutique Costume des Homes parking lot, between a beat up Saturn and an ancient Ford. He stepped from the car, looking up just long enough to curse the graying sky. He’d be damned if the rain kept him from getting to the green.

  Several people were milling about in front of the store. The leader was a tall man in a coat and tie pacing the entrance and passing out flyers. Two more store employees followed his lead, handing out flyers while yelling at passing cars and window shoppers.

  Behind the trio of paper throwers, standing directly in front of the entrance, was a mime with a sign reading “50% off sale – TODAY ONLY!!!”

  Ryan wasn’t sure if it was the divorce, or if he was actually going crazy, but the mime struck him as incredibly hot. Her skin tight white top mashed her tits to her chest, but did little to disguise their a
mple size. Her hips were round and her face lean. Her straight black hair and beret looked almost sarcastic.

  The mime must have caught him staring, because she shot him a devilish smile, then winked. She blew him a kiss, placed her finger between her legs, then swiped it up and along her body before she slipped it in her mouth and pretended to suck it. Ryan was almost across the parking lot when she mimed sucking an invisible cock until it splattered cum all over her face.

  Ryan stepped to the curb. The man in the suit and tie handed him a flyer and said, “Welcome to Boutique Costume des Homes, sir. I hope you find exactly what you need.”

  The mime pretending to take a cumshot to the face had left Ryan with a new definition of what he needed, and he doubted Boutique Costume des Homes had a back room that offered it. So he simply said, “thank you,” and kept walking after taking the flyer from the man’s outstretched hand. He then folded it and put it in his pocket and out of his mind.

  As he passed the mime, she smiled and gestured jacking a cock between her tits, twisting her face in surprise as she pretended it splattered her face. Again.

  Ryan was now trying to keep his cock from getting fully hard, but he couldn't help turning back to see if the mime was looking. She was, with a giant smile that made it look like she was in mid-orgasm. She laughed, then turned her back to him and her face to the street.

  The girl clearly hated her job, and was getting enjoyment however she could. It had nothing to do with Ryan. Which was good since she looked young enough to be his daughter.

  Ryan turned to face the sea of suits before him.

  Because he wasn’t accustomed to doing his own shopping, he had never been in a men’s warehouse before, and wasn’t familiar with the layout. He wandered a few minutes until he stumbled into the 50% off rack, and an attractive middle-aged woman who wanted to know if she could help him find anything.

  They talked about the threat of rain, and Ryan hoped out loud that he’d still get a chance to golf. She said she’d keep thinking good thoughts for him. Ryan made three jokes and she laughed at all three. It had been a long time since he’d made bananas and cream, what with the divorce and all. Plus, the girl outside had made the blood start boiling in his basement. Ryan was having a hard time deciding whether or not he should make a move.