42 Filthy Fucking Stories

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Georgia screamed loud enough to send the forest animals into a scatter, then opened her eyes for a moment and saw the cop still in front of her, jacking his shaft faster and faster as his moans grew louder and louder.

  She tried to ignore him as the sudden waves of her orgasm shuddered through her body, crashing unannounced. Normally, Georgia could feel herself about to cum, but every one of those four orgasms knocked the breath from inside her like they were slapping the back of her head.

  Maybe it was the thrill of the officer watching, or maybe it was because it was happening as fast as it did, but Georgia’s fingers were only soaking in Palmolive for a few seconds when her body started rattling against the grass.

  “Holy shit!” the cop yelled, pumping his dick with fury.

  His cock spurt a giant load of clotted cream, sailing through the air and landing on Georgia’s cheek. She got hotter, feeling Eugene’s cum oozing from her cunt as the cop’s second splatter made her a brand new necklace. The cop plastered her twice more, once on her tits, then another which made a bulls-eye right in her hotbox.

  As Georgia stood to clean herself, the dumb hick voyeur asshole cop spanked her naked ass, and said, “Time to move along now, get out of here!” Eugene stood beside her, the two of them frozen, watching the cop climb into his car. Georgia didn’t think she could even breathe until the officer was a mile off, but her body forced her into an exhale as soon as he peeled away from the barn.

  Georgia stood in the cool air, still naked. Half of her horrified, humiliated, and shaking with fear. The other half sopping wet, still shuddering from a body shaking orgasm, and utterly, thoroughly, and almost inexplicably aroused.

  She wiped the quickly crusting cum from her body, then walked to Eugene’s truck without another word. They were halfway back to her place when she realized she’d been thinking about Eugene’s dick in her ass for 10 minutes straight.

  By the time they finally got home, her cunt was hot enough to bake cookies.

  Fourteen minutes after that, Eugene’s cum was leaking from her rusty sheriff’s badge for the first time ever.

  XXX

  Revenge Is Sweet Sex

  Katy yanked at her eyebrows as if she was furious with them, rather than Ryan – the stupid fucking cheating bastard bullshit two-timing cocksucker who she’d given three years and a gallon worth of swallows to.

  She stared at herself in the mirror. “FUCK. That looks like total shit.” Katy threw the eyebrow tweezers onto the counter and sighed. Then, after another minute of staring, Katy picked them back up and plucked a few more hairs, wincing at the pain but figuring it was better than the other pain, the one she was trying to bury in the back of her mind.

  She opened the drawer on the right, pulling out some of her roommate Rebecca’s mascara and eye shadow – both in the dark gothic colors Rebecca loved, and that Katy would never usually wear.

  Ryan hated the goth look, which was exactly why she was painting herself in the admittedly horrible hues.

  Katy had kicked him to the curb the day before, after a screaming match which woke several neighbors, and caused the pair of old biddies downstairs to violently bang on their roof, her floor, with what had to have been a broom handle – though it sounded like an aluminum bat.

  The fight lasted for three hours, one for each year of their relationship, finally ending when Katy tossed every piece of his clothing from the second story window, including his favorite tee-shirt which had the two old fuckers from The Muppets above the caption: Haters Gonna Hate!

  Because Katy still loved him, even though he was a stupid fucking cheating bastard bullshit two-timing cocksucker who she’d given three years and a gallon worth of swallows to, she also threw his iPod out the window, but waited until the pile of clothes was high enough to cushion the fall.

  Katy never saw it coming. Rebecca called her because she saw Ryan at Bianco, their usual club, making out with some trashy, slutty looking ho-bag, wearing a tee-shirt so tight it had to come from The American Girl store. Katy was climbing into her Honda Civic two minutes later, and pulling to the club’s curb just ten more after that. The usual bouncer was at the door, and he must’ve known the score by the look in her eyes, because he lifted the rope and let her right in. Katy saw the horrible truth with her own eyes, then drove back home and waited for Ryan.

  He came home 114 minutes later, fully shit-faced. Rebecca stayed with a friend so the two of them could have it out. And they did.

  Ryan swore he was just having fun, and that he’d never actually done anything with the girl, other than dance. Katy might have believed him, if she wasn’t hurting so bad.

  Fuck him for making her feel that way.

  Katy started screaming, then he started yelling back. It wasn’t long before they were in the middle of the biggest fight they’d ever had, each of them throwing things, which neither had ever done.

  Ryan had been gone for two days, and Katy already missed him something fierce. Though they had been dating for three years, he had only recently moved in with her and Rebecca. Still, in the four months they’d lived together, they had had sex over 100 times. Fucking was a constant for them. Though Ryan was only the fourth dick she’d ever had, it was the best by far, and she couldn’t imagine it got much better.

  But that didn’t mean he was worth sharing with anyone else, especially some slutty ho-bag at the club.

  Fuck. That.

  So yeah, her pussy was aching like it had done 100 sit-ups, and dripped like a broken faucet, but that didn’t mean she was willing to compromise on her principles.

  Katy finished her makeover, staring at herself in the mirror while squeezing her thighs together, swearing that if she didn’t find a good fuck at the club, she’d come home and take care of herself with the giant dildo Ryan had bought – the one she had been too embarrassed to use.

  Katy drew a deep breath, and cut her hair straight across the top, giving herself bangs like she hadn’t worn since she was 10. She then died her hair a violent shade of violent, and went into her roommate’s bedroom.

  Katy sifted through Rebecca’s closet, thankful her roommate wasn’t home. After nearly 10 minutes of looking, she came up with an outfit that looked so far from what she was normally comfortable wearing, that Katy thought she might have to change her name.

  Katy stripped to her panties, and stared at her body in the floor-length mirror.

  She was only 21, and while her body would certainly mature, right now her breasts were perfectly white and wonderfully round, topped with dusty rose nipples that grew huge and long and hard the second Ryan’s perfect set of lips and tongue were on them.

  Katy had enjoyed her share of nipple sucking and pussy licking from Ryan, but it wouldn’t be hard to find someone else who wanted to run their hands over her flat belly, then over her patch of dark carpet, before slipping their fingers inside, prepping her for the thick of their cock.

  Katy hated herself for thinking of Ryan when she wanted to think of someone or anything else, but couldn’t help but remember his many long minutes devoted to exploring her insides with his agile lips and gentle tongue.

  Katy trailed two fingers across her rapidly swelling lower lips, then inside her, before brining her hands to her nose and inhaling, missing Ryan.

  Fuck him and fuck her, too.

  Shoving her fingers inside herself wasn’t what she was supposed to be doing. She was supposed to be getting revenge against her ex, starting with a sexy new look, then ending with a drunken encounter with a stranger from Bianco.

  Katy finished getting dressed, stripping her panties past her ankles, then pulling her roommate’s ridiculously short leather skirt to her waist, and capping the outfit with a net top and a sheer tank beneath. Katy grabbed a pair of stiletto-heeled black shoes, and then looked once more in the mirror.

  “I would fuck me,” she said to her full length reflection. Katy may not have looked like herself, but she definitely looked like hot shit.

  Katy chewed
her lips, gently inflaming them just enough to create a perfect slutty-but-nice, sexy-as-hell look, to go with her new outfit and gift-wrapped body. She then tucked three twenties and her driver’s license beside her keys in a small handbag, also borrowed from Rebecca’s closet.

  Katy left the memory of Ryan in her apartment.

  X

  Katy waited behind the ropes, hoping to get into Bianco, despite a new bouncer she’d never seen before. She held her new look as though she’d always owned it, wondering if she would run into anyone she knew, which would make it that much harder to start fresh.

  It was an impatient hour before Katy finally reached the bouncer, but she didn’t have to worry. He took one look at her tits, pushing against the net and chiffon nearly transparent top, and before he finished his lingering leer, he lifted the rope, and ushered her inside.

  Katy entered the club to a jackhammer of sound – deafening voices, straining to be heard over the thundering blare of booming bass. She loved the scent of Bianco – lust and sweat and alcohol. It turned her on immediately, sending her juices flowing from her Filet-O-Fish in a flood down her inner thighs. She might have regretted not wearing any panties if the sticky of her thighs didn’t feel so wonderfully nasty, and make her feel so goddamn sexy.

  Katy pressed her hand against her skirt, but that only inflamed her slit further. She figured it was only a matter of time before the club’s wayward draft made its way up her skirt, blew its breath on her hot box and dryed her off.

  Katy stood in the center of the club, looking everywhere from the bar to the dance floor in search of a target. All she wanted was someone to fill up her pussy and pound Ryan from the front of her mind. She was watching the men move since seeing someone in action would give her an idea of how they might wiggle inside her.

  Katy spotted a tall guy, about the same height as Ryan, across the club. He had gorgeous black hair; shiny, stiff and spikey.

  Something about him turned her on immediately. She imagined the feel of his hair brushing across both of her breasts, down her stomach, then across her body as he lapped at her honey pot with his lips and tongue.

  She felt another deep flush of excitement, noticing the metal in his body. Ryan didn’t have any piercings, except for the small stud in his tongue, which he’d put there for her. The thought made her ache again, deep in her hole. The feeling of the small metal ring against her clit when Ryan lapped at her lower lips was so intense that even now, merely thinking of it, Katy could feel the first flutter of shudders that usually slammed her body just before she was about to cum.

  He has a great ass, she thought, imagining herself splayed across her bed, or up against a wall, as he lifted her thigh over his shoulder, hot and slick and ready for him to ram his no doubt massive throbber inside her.

  That was the one thing Katy constantly craved, even more than cheesecake – the way Ryan’s rock hard cock would get extra thick the longer he fucked her, and how he would keep ramming it inside her for as long as he could, bringing her to several mind-blowing climaxes, one right after the other.

  This was it. Katy had her target, and there wasn’t any reason to wait another second. She started walking toward the guy across the club. She would fuck him, and fuck him hard. Katy walked faster, not even stopping at the bar to buy her usual fuel.

  Her target had drifted off to a corner, and was leaning against a wall, sipping on a thick, red drink. Even from a distance Katy recognized the drink. She and Ryan had enjoyed Bianco’s specialty, Libre Sex, countless times together.

  Katy approached the spiky haired cunt warmer, acting as if she were shy, and even slightly trembling, though she wanted to run over, unzip his pants, free his dick, and fuck his brains out.

  Patience, Katy.

  “New here?” she said.

  “Yep,” he nodded, as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “And you?”

  Katy nodded, then leaned against the wall beside him.

  Spiky Hair looked her up and down, then smiled wide.

  “Wanna dance?” she asked.

  “Nope,” he shook his head. “Not at all. I’m not much of a dancer.”

  Katy’s mouth hung open in a giant O, not expecting the rejection. Spiky Hair made it up to her immediately. “I want to fuck your brains out until you beg me to stop,” he said.

  Katy hadn’t expected that at all. She stood in front of Spiky Hair, blocking everyone’s view as she pressed herself against him, feeling his massive fuckstick, fat and stiff and ready to nail her, pushing against the black fabric of his pants. He wore an open shirt, inviting her fingers to crawl inside. They did, starting with his stiff nipples, then lingering low, all the way to his waistband.

  She loved the feel of his skin – hot and moist and aroused.

  The scent of his arousal drove her crazy, making her head spin.

  Her skirt had an elastic waistband, designed for easy access. He slipped his hand down the front of her skirt, then kept going until he reached the swelling pout of her pulsing slit.

  He pushed three of his fingers hard against her, playing for a lingering minute as she groaned, heavy and heaving, loud enough for Katy to imagine that everyone could hear them, even over the deafening music.

  “Hey, what’s your name?” she shouted over the thunder, remembering the basic manners that should come before someone shoves their fingers into your sopping hole.

  “John.”

  She smiled, certain he was lying. “John, huh?”

  “That’ll do for now.”

  He gently took her cheek in his hand, then kissed her so deeply, Katy thought he might get lost in her mouth. She returned the kiss, hard and aggressive, but his kiss made it impossible not to remember Ryan.

  Mmmm, she mumbled. “Let’s go outside.”

  The mirror behind them wore a blanket of steam. “Sure thing,” Spiky Hair said, taking her by the hand, leading her toward the door, and the alleyway outside.

  X

  They exploded from the back door of the club, then across the alley to a shadowed patch of filthy brick wall. Spiky Hair immediately had her up against the bricks, dry-fucking her until she thought her head was spinning fast enough to pop right off.

  Even the wet smell of the asphalt wasn’t enough to turn her off, as Katy reached up and held onto Spiky Hair’s shoulders, jamming her jam catcher into his imprisoned dick as roughly as she could.

  He groaned, fumbling for his zipper, finally releasing his massive and impossibly thick cock. As she had imagined, Spiky Hair lifted the leather, making her short skirt shorter, then let out a deafening groan as he saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. He lifted her higher, holding her right thigh in the air as he ran his hand along her underside, pushing himself inside her with such force that she felt the base of his pelvis slap her skin in less than a second.

  She couldn’t believe how good it felt, even better than Ryan. If that was possible.

  Katy managed to keep up, though there was a considerable height difference between them, telling herself that it would be even better on her bed, later.

  Even though he’d only been fucking for a minute, Katy could already feel Spiky Hair’s soldier ready to shoot. He began to rattle and throb inside her, seconds from spooge. Katy let his tension mount, building until he was ready to fire jets of hot sticky cum into her pussy.

  Katy squeezed him hard, clenching his cock with her cunt muscles, milking the cum from inside him. He tried to muffle a scream but couldn’t.

  “John” sent blast after blast of hot cum into her even hotter pussy, slapping his hand against the brick wall as he rocked his cock back and forth inside her. After a full minute of soggy fucking, he pulled out, leaving her slit completely soaked, still piping hot and fully engorged.

  He dropped to his knees, not caring about the muddy puddle pooling beneath him. He kissed and nibbled her lower lips, licking her clean before entering her again with his tongue. Katy clutched onto his shoulders and first pushed down his shirt, then rake
d her fingernails lightly across his hot skin.

  Katy’s next climax erupted through her entire body.

  When her shaking finally calmed, Spiky Hair helped her stand, then gently pulled her to him, holding her still for a lingering minute.

  Katy laughed softly, then looked up at the “stranger” in front of her.

  “John. huh?”

  “That’s as good a name as any other,” he said, staring into her deep brown eyes.

  “I knew it was you, the second I spotted you.”

  “What gave it away?” Ryan asked.

  “Your ass,” she said. “I’ve always loved your ass. Still do, I guess.”

  After a moment she asked, “What about me? When did you know?”

  “Your breasts. No one has tits like you, Katy. I can see them all the way across a crowded club.”

  “Well,” she said, “Let’s take our tits and ass home and have the best make-up sex of our lives.”

  “As long as you wear the same outfit. That shit’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Ryan pulled Katy close as they walked to her Civic. She felt her pussy twitch in anticipation, knowing Ryan’s cock was already getting hard again.

  XXX

  Sex on the Beach

  Mike stared at the sun painted ocean, squinting his eyes at the sparkling horizon, as foaming waves crested, fell, and crashed onto the bleached sand of the peaceful beach.

  A young couple strolled by him, walking just slow enough to keep whatever they were sipping from their pineapples from spilling. They were happy; talking and laughing and kicking muddy sand into the endless waves.

  Mike had always loved the ocean. Moving from the sunny skies and warm beaches of San Diego had killed him, but the firm in Godforsaken Minneapolis payed him a slightly higher salary, and gave him a company car. Considering the cost of living between Southern California and Minneapolis felt like pennies on the dollar, the choice wasn’t exactly easy, but it wasn’t hard either.