Free 42 Filthy Fucking Stories by Lexi Maxxwell

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    Rachel leaned back onto her hands and got her feet under her slightly, moving her body into a crouch above him. Slowly she swiveled her hips up and down, giving Ed a perfect view of her glistening bald pussy sliding up and down on his raging throbber.  
    She bounced up and down on throbbing cock with all of her strength as waves of adulteress desire washed through her with each grind downward.
    Ed started bucking his hips harder, forcing his dick deeper inside. They gasped heavily as they continued to fuck. Rachel felt the throb of his cock and knew he was about to cum.  
    She worked him like an expert, slightly lifting her body until only the tip of his engorged cockhead was inside, then slamming her pussy down and taking him fully.  
    It was too much for Ed. He arched his back and groaned like he’d been shot.
    Rachel quickly pulled his pumping dick from her slit and grabbed the base of his shaft with her hand, spraying his steaming cum all over her gaping slit and milking him to a finish. She looked down at her cum splattered pussy and smiled.  
    Strings of his thick seed oozed and dripped from her flaring lips onto Ed’s softening cock. Rachel imagined his time in the lingerie department would be much better from now on.  
    Rachel would never fire Ed.  

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Sex In An Elevator

    Mick was running late for work. Again.  
    If he came into the office after 9:00, there would be hell to pay. He’d already been late twice that month, and Mick’s boss, Mr. Wells, had a three-strikes-you’re-out policy. No exceptions.  
    Just last month, Eddy Fenton got fired for getting his third strike on the final day of the month. Not only did Mr. Wells show no mercy, he said he should’ve had Fenton arrested for stealing his time, and it was grand theft as far as he was concerned, considering the cost of his hours.  
    Architects, after all, must be excellent at everything. Architects are the best. And the architects at Wells and Dawson were the best of the best. The best planners, start to finish. Always. If you weren’t better than the best, then you didn’t belong at Wells and Dawson.  
    Mr. Wells was an asshole, sure, but he was effective. In business and in life, and everyone around him lived by the mantra. Mick shuddered to think what it must be like to live with the guy. If anything was EVER good enough.  
    Mr. Wells did have a point about Mick and his punctuality. While he wasn’t routinely late, he’d done it enough times to earn a blip on Wells’ radar, especially since the last time he’d been over an hour late. It wouldn't have been so bad, but Mick stopped at a Starbucks to get a cup of coffee, partly to help explain the disaster that made him late, but mostly to spill the coffee on his shirt and drown the pussy that soaked in his clothes like a current.  
    He’d actually been early that morning, but smelled the heat on a hot blond standing in front of him during his first trip to Starbucks. One look and they both knew. She gave the barista two bucks for her venti black, then went in the bathroom and waited.  
    Mick decided he didn’t need the caffeine.
    After he was done slamming the complete stranger with the soft tits and softer ass, who used both like they were something they weren’t, Mick left her with a kiss on the lips, but no number, then raced on his way to work. Halfway there he realized that he smelled, and looked, like an orgy.  
    The coffee shop tryst wasn’t unusual. It didn’t exactly happen often, but Mick had already had more random encounters in his life than most men would in ten of theirs.  
    Mick was good at smelling sex, and women smelled it on him, at least those women who knew how to use their nose. The first time had been at a hotel about fifteen years earlier. He was a kid, maybe 25, and the firm had sent him to a seminar in Chicago. The hotel was nice, nicer than he was used to. Mick was waiting for an elevator, and getting hornier by the second,