Free 42 Filthy Fucking Stories by Lexi Maxxwell Page B

fabric of the young woman’s skirt wasn’t short or thin enough, she also wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Mick got a clear glimpse of her shaved slit, with a tiny patch of pubic hair at the top, and a barbell piercing jutting from both sides.
    He grabbed her purse, and as he stood he grazed the young woman’s shaved mound with the back of his hand along the way. He could see the invitation in her giant blue eyes, and wanted to fuck her to Easter and back, but remembered with horror how late he was running and knew his job was more important than any hole, no matter how wonderfully young or tight it promised to be.  
    “Sorry for knocking you down,” he said. “I haven’t had my coffee yet.” He smiled, excused himself, then walked toward the elevators. He pushed the button for the 21st floor as she approached him from behind. He could smell her perfume, mingling with the sex, and his cock started to swell.  
    Apparently, she could smell it, too. Her hand wrapped around his waist and she started rubbing his crotch and whispering, “I hear you architects always have great plans, bet you weren’t planning to fuck me today.”
    How the hell did she know he was an architect?
    Did he know her?  
    The elevator dinged and the doors opened. She pushed him inside, then stepped in behind him like she was the predator and he was the prey. The doors closed and she slapped the red STOP button.  
    Mick tried to place her, but it was impossible, with his back to the wall of the box, her hand on the length of his shaft, and her mouth suddenly all over his.
    She kept rubbing his cock and whispering in his ear. “I want to fuck you right now, just like I’ve wanted to fuck you for years.”
    Who the hell was this woman?  
    Not that it mattered, the young woman was hotter than FUCK.  
    Mick took her by the arms and flipped positions, shoving her against the elevator door. Sure, he was late and would end up in a shit heap of trouble from Wells, but it wouldn't be the end. He was a pivotal piece in the Wallace account. They couldn't fire him until the papers were signed, and that would take months. He would prove himself later. Right now, the pussy in front of him promised to be sweeter than sweet, and he had to take what fate was kind enough to offer so early in the morning.
    Mick pushed himself against her, his cock rock hard beneath the fabric of his slacks. The young woman dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants with her teeth like a cock hungry whore. Mick couldn't figure out who she was, and it was driving him crazy, as instinct flared inside him, flashing back to all the many times when quick pussy had led to nothing but trouble.  
    Mick needed to flee the elevator, and get upstairs to the office.  
    He made a feeble attempt to push her away as she lowered his slacks to a puddle. “Who are you?” he breathed.  
    “Who do you want me to be?”  
    His dick was suddenly in her mouth, and so Mick had to answer with a moan.  
    He pumped his hips, smashing the tip of his dick against the pout of her lips. She looked up and smiled, quietly inviting him to fuck her mouth harder.  
    Mick did, and the young woman took her left hand and lifted her skirt above her waist. Then moving her right hand from the base of his shaft to the folds of her slit, she bobbed up and down on Mick without using her hands, while fucking herself hard with all four of her fingers.  
    The young woman’s luscious lips were wrapped snug around Mick’s dick, and she gorged herself as if she hadn’t had any meat in months. Mick’s cock was far larger than average, and most girls had difficulty doing much with their mouths, but this girl was gobbling cock like she was looking for a prize in the box. All nine and a half inches throbbed and pulsed and promised to splatter in seconds as she continued to lube the staff with the open O of her hungry mouth.  
    The elevator suddenly dinged and went up a floor.