Filthy Confessions of Michael Maaze
Filthy Confessions of Michael Maaze
Part I
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Filthy Confessions of Michael Maaze
Part I
By
Michael Maaze
Copyright MMaaze 2015
©MMaaze, 2015
Cover by Artistic Studio
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Late Night Emergency
The private ambulance service was quiet. The offices were empty and there was only one supervisor working after hours.
“I don’t want to talk about this now,” was his last text to his ex.
A bitter divorce had been weighing heavily on his mind. The constant back and forth of hostile exchanges was taking its toll. He was facing departmental budget cuts, being short staffed and always overworked. Spending his quiet night fighting was less than ideal so he simply shut his phone off.
Mark was a man who enjoyed pleasures of the flesh, but for the last 6 months he was in a drought. Blue balls and depressed. Buried in worldly responsibilities. He would give anything to get a taste of some nice tight wet pussy or head.
Beyond the reach of escorts, as his pride wouldn’t let him pay for it, he felt stuck. But there was a glimmer of hope. A new recruit. A thick hottie named Maria. A round faced half-Mexican, half-white sexy ball of confidence. She smiled at him once between shifts and it made him hard. His dating skills were rusty so he was frozen in the moment. He was clueless about how to ask her out let alone confess his desire to fuck her in the break room.
At least this late night shift would give him a chance to relax and clear his mind. He hurried off to his daily walk of the facility to make sure everything was in just the right place.
All the ambulances were parked neatly in a row but he noticed there was movement in one. Mark stepped closer. The large metal truck began rocking slightly. “Is it at thief? A dope fiend? WTF?!!” He steps closer...subtle moans bring his mind to the sensual hunger he is trying to suppress. His guard drops and curiosity seeps in.
“Who is getting fucked in this truck?” he whispers quietly. A few more steps to the back of the ambulance and his jaw drops.
He is transfixed by an unknown 6ft, 200lb brown dapper gentleman on hands and knees behind Maria. Fully dressed in tactical uniform, bent over the back bumper, moaning into a bawled up sweatshirt. She bites down to muffle the sound. Sweating and gripping for stability, gripping the innards of the hard metal truck, gripping the rookies’ pants.
Her black laced hipsters pulled down above her knees as this tall, dark brown stranger on his hands and knees is burying his face into her big beautiful ass, eating and licking and grunting away like a wild dog.
Her juices oozing down his chin…the view is raw and filthy.
The supervisor’s rank melts away as he quickly unzips and begins to stroke his long hard cock to this freakish late night scene.
No hesitation.
Just opportunity.
The stranger was really digging in. A man possessed…feeding on Maria’s delicious meat poking out from behind. Her lips arching out, poking out beneath her curving ass. Glistening of spit and juice.
She faded in and out of conscious, in a cum-coma of sorts, rocking her hips forward and back. Mashing the man’s face with each hip pump. Up and into his nose and mouth, arching her lips to his protruding tongue. Twisting her head from side to side trying to spread out the intense pleasure.
“Ooohhhh….Oh god..Oh god…” when she could make out any sound at all.
The stranger gripped her hips and pulled her further into him. His face disappeared and reappeared into her deep cheeks. Sloppy peekaboo. Her wet shining his nose and dripping down his chin. He traded long licks up and down her thick slit with poking deep inside with his extra long tongue. Fucking her doggy with his face.
Daniel stroking to the scene.
Cumming to his rookie’s pleasure in the shadows.
Taco Delight
"So this is why her little Mexican man brings her chocolate. Hey guys look at this!!!"
Jasmine was bent over the security guard's knee with her scrubs and panties pulled to her ankles; her beautiful, shiny, chubby cheeks and taco exposed to her passing coworkers.
The big black ghetto bitch literally had Jasmine over her knee. This was her last, "do not blow my boyfriend in the parking lot warning.”
Glistening and wet, the Persian nurse was so embarrassed.
Her curious coworkers walking by caught themselves staring, "Holy fuck Jasmine, you do have a beautiful pussy!!" Exclaimed one male nurse.
"$5 and you can lick it," replied the dirty security guard. Fetching a crisp bill from his wallet, the male nurse dropped to his knees as if in deep prayer.
Jasmine, biting her bottom lip and seething with rage, braced herself for the foreign tongue and it came.
Fat and wet and warm, one big licking stroke up and in her shiny taco. She gripped the thigh of the security guard.
Aching and flexing her back she felt another lick and then another. Her juices began flowing and pussy flexing and she had no control. This male nurse was getting his $5 worth.
"Ok, that's enough!" exclaimed the guard. Falling back with his face covered in goo, the 25-year-old nurse would never look at his coworker the same again. Not with her pussy on his breath.
One by one her coworkers lined up. Lick after lick. $5 after $5
By the end of the night, the guard was $75 richer. Eventually sending Jasmine back to her shift. Panties soaked in coworker drool and her own sweet juices
She never blew the guards boyfriend in the parking lot again.
Shopping While Full
Strutting down the grocery aisle, the hot housewife in a modern housedress caught the eye of more than one of the meat packers. Every move she made was sophisticated and elegant. Even bending down meticulously to pull cans off the shelf revealed just how dainty and proper this mother of one was.
If they only knew…
Down the meat aisle, a dark, hung meat packer around 25 gathered his courage. And despite seeing the big rock on her finger asked, "Ma’am, you are beautiful. Do you think I could um...call you sometime?"
Expecting a tongue-lashing and job loss he was surprised at her response. She giggled, a deep giggle from her belly. She held her stomach trying to control it. The man looked at her puzzled.
The homemaking beauty laughter grew into an outright laugh. "What the fuck was so funny?" thought the clerk.
And there it was…
A pool forming around her designer heels. A slicked up stream coming from her delicious inner thigh, down the back of her calf and streaming onto the floor.
Her laughing continued.
She bent down and swiped a thick sample of the mystery goo onto her index finger and slid it into her mouth like she was sampling cake icing.
She then walked over to the meat packer towering over him in her designer get up, slid her index finger down her leg and swiped from the running stream. Then shoved her dripping appendage into the boy's clueless mouth.
Her eyes said, "Suck it."
He obeyed. A suckling fool clueless but swallowing nonetheless.
The clerk began to grow. The outline of his cock snaking down his pants.
She grazed it a few times, to peak his frustration. She closed her eyes and ran through her morning session with her secret lover...
He was deep inside of her. Bringing her to the brin
k and then over the edge, pump after pump, nipping her ear, gripping her hair, flexing and molding her body to his, she milked his explosion. Drinking up 7 days of cum into her empty morning belly. Leaving her exhausted and glowing as she left to start her day. Committed to holding in her lover's seed for as long as she could. Feeling him swimming and filling her belly.
To her surprise, now in this store, in front of everyone it felt even better, to let him leak out of her in plain sight. A public showing of sorts.
Opening her eyes and back to reality, the beauty looked into the young clerk’s eyes and back at his frozen coworkers and realized they were clueless.
This clerk along with the rest of the world would never know just how owned she was.
She spun on her heels and strutted out of sight.
Charity Dinner
Licked silly but looking even sillier, Sarah's big tan ass was poking out of her family sedan. A homeless man eating her out from behind. All because she was too slow to reach for some change.
10 minutes earlier she was on her way home from work. Getting into her car exhausted, a persistent bum named Charles asked her for his usual change. Despite her fatigue, she relented. A pair of quarters stuck out of her middle console as she opened the door. Leaning in to grab the coins she felt it.
A gust of air with a dirty force of street hands pulling down her scrubs.
"Whaaat!" but before she could turn around she felt it...a bit like heaven...and oh so filthy.
The bum’s face planted into her crack, begin licking furiously. As he would later tell his buddy, " I was just going to give her a little quick fuck but when I saw those lips, I had to know I licked them before I left this earth."
And lick them he did. Face first and deep on his first lunge. Sarah struggling to pry his filthy beard from between her thighs, but she was quivering. The old man hit her spot on his first try.
Lucky bastard.
After a few minutes of struggling half-heartedly, she melted. Her screaming and cursing turned to "oooooo...uhhh...my goood....my god...you feel soooo oooooooohhhhhhhh"
The vagrant had her in his mouth’s grip. Lapping away as it was his first meal of the day and maybe his last. Sucking and slurping and grabbing her hips from behind.
The short but thick nurse gripping the car seat and biting her bottom lip and at one point, even spreading her legs further apart to give him better access to her sweet hole.
Dripping and oozing, her pussy and asshole loved the filthy licker, purring into him. Sarah unconsciously grinding her ass into the man.
He mistakenly missed his chance to fuck her by taking her over the edge.
"Oh my god, oh my god..ooooooohhhh," and she reached back and pressed his face deep into her crack, feeling his tongue sliding along her clit and deep into her hole. Holding him there in her vice like grip as she pump fucked his face and juiced up and down his big pointy nose, forcing him to breathe out of his mouth and suckle her and the sweet flavored air.
Legs trembling, she pushed him back as he fiddled for his dirty dick. Not today. She looked into him with a mixture of rage and admiration. She got licked into the biggest orgasm of the year.
The bum decided not to press his luck. Backing up and licking his fingers then slinking away.
An officer patrolling nearby came by just as she was pulling her scrubs up.
Shining the light on the disheveled nurse asking, "Ma’am are you ok?"
Sarah thinking the clever fucker got her this time replied, "Yes, I was just leaving for the night."
She flashed a deadly look at Charles and he quickly scampered away to the darkest corner of the alley; eventually stroking out a rope of hot white goo to the memory of his late night conquest.
Later that night, across town, Sarah would pleasure herself to the image of that old hairy face dumpster diving into her sweet spot.
Sippy Shakes
"Will there be enough straws?" Amber wondered.
Ten straws, ten semen samples. Perfect!
Six months into her job as an overnight sperm bank lab tech, the twenty seven year old blonde beauty was in heaven.
Sippy shakes is what she called them and she was clever about getting these little treats into her belly throughout the night.
She would grab a route 44 from Sonic, a popular large 44oz gulp size Slurpee drink, every evening on her way to work. Then she would slip in the extra semen sample tube in the middle, totally concealed.
Next she took a straw that she modified with a little needle that pierced the top of the tube. Once inserted, her pussy begin to drip.....sip sip sip.
Walking the halls of the family friendly clinic, no one had any idea that Amber was sipping the customers that greeted her at the door. Eligible bachelors, brilliant scientists, top athletes. Each of them had their own unique flavor.
And that was part of her orgasm. Her pussy flexed with each sip. The first gave her the biggest high.
She had no idea how the 6'5" African basketball player would taste compared to the 21 year old Ralph Lauren model.
Sip sip sip....
Her sippy shake was the source of her happiness, her strength. Each applicant’s entry paperwork became her personal menu. Her secret delicacy request sheet. The new men did not realize they were advertising themselves as her next meal.
Sean O'Connor, Division I soccer player, would serve as Monday’s 2:30 a.m. sippy break. Curtis Brody, age thirty-seven, a scholar with an impressive laundry list of awards under his belt, would be sipped up on Tuesday, just after midnight.
She would time her bathroom breaks to coincide with a client’s recent deposits. Quickly pleasuring herself in the same rooms where the donors would masturbate. She would close her eyes and picture them, cock in hand stroking away, as she slid her long, slender fingers under the waistband of her scrubs, pressing into her throbbing clit, rubbing herself into ecstasy.
Cheeks flushed with the healthy glow of her bliss, she would go back to work, slipping away quietly down the hall. Amber, in her blue scrubs and white lab coat, a Route 44 with a twist in her hand, smiled at everyone she passed, her belly full of donors.
Sip, sip, sip.
Lesson Learned
Victoria, relaxed on her back, knew she was in for a fun afternoon, as she enjoyed both men massage each leg with her favorite lotion. Kaleb and Mark, Krav newbies, were both under her spell. She knew these two men would dedicate all of their attention to the gorgeous girl placed at their feet
The thick Irish vixen closed her eyes as she suddenly felt an incredible wet warm sensation on her toes.
Without warning each man consumed her big toes deep into their inviting mouths and began sucking away. They suckled with a vicious carefree tenderness. Did she feel a little teeth?
“OOOOOhhhhh yes..." Yes she did.
Panting heavily Victoria was under siege. Firm hands on her calves and on the soles of her feet. Tended to by strong dedicated beasts in the form of fit men.
Working their hands up her thighs, massaging away the daily stress. Soothing pain of knots being rubbed out under skilled hands. The men worked like twins in a choreographed pleasure rub, kneading and rubbing their way up to her delicious inner thighs.
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