42 Filthy Fucking Stories

by Lexi Maxxwell

  It may have been harder if he had someone special to keep him in California. But he didn’t. Despite being a reasonably good looking guy, in trim shape, it had been a long time since Mike had been with anyone long term.

  The ocean had a serenity Mike felt nowhere else; something he’d longed for since leaving San Diego two years before. He had already begun to feel somewhat removed from life his last few years in SoCal, but moving to Minneapolis made him feel like a ghost, aimlessly drifting through the long and empty hallways of life.

  He had booked two week’s worth of vacation on the pristine beaches of the Bahamas, hoping that the white hot sand and gorgeous skies would help make him feel alive again. But the first week had flown by, and Mike had barely said a word to anyone. If anything, he was feeling lonelier than ever before.

  He had, however, done plenty of people-watching.

  When you feel like a ghost, it’s easy, even comforting, to watch others around you. Though Mike held little interest in his own life, he loved to sit, stare, and manufacture his own imagined reality for anyone he saw. This quiet mental architecture used to make him happy, and less alone, as though he was an editor of reality, writing more interesting lives for anyone in his vision.

  But in the Bahamas it only made him feel more depressed.

  Fuck this.

  Mike was on vacation, and he would feel alive, even if it killed him.

  He rose to his feet, brushed the sand from his shorts, then ran into the ocean at full speed as far as he could – like a bullet from a gun. Salt water splashed his face, as the majestically angry waves threatened to rip his legs from under him.

  Mike’s heart started to race as fresh adrenaline soaked his blood and shot through his body.

  Mike was instantly high from his sudden spontaneity. God, how he missed feeling alive, hearing the song of life ringing in his ears like he did at the moment:

  The rolling of the waves, the cry of a bird, the laughter of someone behind him.

  Yet, unlike a few minutes before, the sounds rang as the honest background of his own life, rather than being a part of someone else’s story.

  Mike braided his fingers and held them on top of his head, closing his eyes as the waves crashed against his chest. He smiled, eyes still closed, then moved his hands from his head and started twirling around in wide circles of careless abandon.

  ******

  Allie’s floppy straw hat fluttered in the breeze as she sat at the bar, watching the quiet man soaking in an inner sea of his calm, then continued to watch as he suddenly shot up from the sand, then ran like a train off its track into the ocean.

  The man had to be crazy. Surely, Allie was only an hour away from explaining his sudden suicide to the authorities.

  The stranger suddenly stopped, then started twirling in the ocean, as though he was drunk on the froth.

  Allie wasn’t sure if it was her psych major or his smile, but something about the stranger intrigued her, pulled her attention like metal to magnet. She suddenly wanted to meet him, longed to hear his story, and to know why he had run into the ocean like a man who no longer cared.

  Allie took her eyes from the stranger making circles in the ocean, just long enough to order another drink. When she turned back, the man was emerging from the sea – a bright smile lighting his face. Allie laughed, thinking that his smile was so wide it looked like the waves had grown lips and sucked the cum from his cock on their way to shore.

  The thought triggered a laugh, but ended with a sticky feeling between her legs.

  Allie couldn’t resist the urge to talk to this man any longer. The bartender set her long island iced tea onto the bar. Allie paid, then rose from her seat and started down the steps and onto the hot sand below. Her feet sank into the heat, bleeding between her toes and into her sandals, and radiating up onto her pale legs.

  Allie swayed her hips as she made her way past the much smaller, more athletic looking tourists. She didn’t care that she wasn’t, nor had ever been, a size two. She was smoking hot, and knew it. Her confident sway set it on display for everyone to see.

  As Allie drew closer to the spot where the stranger had been sitting, she suddenly paused in the sand, then bent to admire a shard of seemingly ordinary shell. She picked it up, turned it in her hand, then tossed it in the air, catching it on its way back to the sand, just as the stranger was passing.

  She smiled as he walked by, and was met with a grin and a curious look.

  “Do you always make time to admire the ordinary?” he asked, passing by Allie, retrieving his towel from the sand, and wiping his face with the corner.

  “It’s therapeutic,” she said, “appreciating the rhythm of life from ordinary things. Simplicity, especially when it’s unexpected or sudden. It can stimulate a surprising number of feelings.” Allie kicked the sand and looked down at the shell, rotating it in her hand and pretending not to be staring at the stranger from the corner of her eye. “Kind of like your sprint into the ocean.”

  The stranger bristled, likely shaken that someone had witnessed his momentary lapse. “I felt like proving I was alive,” he laughed. “It’s too easy for the everyday grind to pound the feeling out of us.” He was speaking to Allie, but staring at the sea.

  “So a 30 second sprint was enough to make you feel ‘alive’ again, huh?” Allie sounded as though she were mocking him, but she was really only trying to play.

  The stranger turned to her, found her eyes, then stared. She was shorter than him by a few inches, and the sexy slope of her curves led his eyes to her hips. The full bust line of her two piece bikini pushed her swollen C’s into a perfect pout, and her bright green eyes made her hair look especially black, like the fur of a cat. She shrank beneath his gaze, which ran along the length of her body, before returning to her eyes.

  “As you said,” his voice was nearly a whisper, “it’s the little things.”

  The cool in his eyes and the steel in his voice made Allie feel suddenly small. He took one small step toward her, which felt like two. The stranger had a medium build, but his flint black eyes made him seem like a tower. His large nose, pointing straight beneath a mop of shaggy brown hair, had hidden his beauty from faraway. Sitting at the bar, Allie had found the stranger attractive. Up close, he was gorgeous, with toned arms and abs she could do her laundry on.

  She traded his gaze for the rolling waves, but could still feel the heat of his eyes warming her body. “So, can I ask your name?” Allie asked, in a tone that suggested she barely cared.

  “You could,” he said. “Doesn’t mean you’d get an answer.”

  Allie wasn’t sure if he was joking, but laughed anyway, then turned back to meet his gaze with fresh confidence. “Alright then, what’s your name?”

  “Mike. And yours?”

  “Allie.”

  “Well Allie, do you always initiate conversation with strangers sitting alone on the beach?” A warm, genuine smile widened his face.

  “You started it,” Allie said, matching Mike’s grin, “I was only admiring a shell.”

  “Touché,” his smile stretched so wide, it turned into a laugh. “It’s been an amazing day so far, would you care to make it even better by joining me?”

  “Ah. He’s charming and handsome,” Allie said.

  They both laughed, then fell to their asses, sitting in the sand, talking slowly at first, then quickly, gaining speed as the sun sank lower. When the orange globe was about to bid farewell to the day, Mike turned to Allie and said, “Tell me, Allie, what have you done today that made you feel truly alive?”

  Allie held the thought, chewing on it a moment before giving her answer. She loved the way this man spoke to her, as if he truly wanted to know her. Mike held her attention, made her forget about the quickly passing minutes, pondering each question rather than tiring of the exchange like she usually did.

  “I suppose coming over and trying to get you to talk to me” she said, staring at the spot where sky and ocean mingled.

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bsp; “Ah ha! So you were trying to get me to talk to you.”

  His smile was so wide it seemed to remake his face, and it looked so fresh Allie felt like she was the first person to ever see it so big. “Something about you made me want to know you,” she said. “Then I saw you run into the ocean at full speed, basking in the sunshine and twirling like an idiot.” She laughed. “I found myself hoping you were here alone.”

  Mike drew a figure eight in the sand, then stared into her eyes. “I’m glad you did. I didn’t know how lonely I was until you came over to show me.” His shoulders sagged, as though embarrassed.

  “Ha,” she said. “You’re doing better than me. I knew I was lonely before I left the bar.”

  He pulled his knees toward his chest, then rested his arms and let his fingers dangle in front. “We should do something to feel alive together,” he said after a short, pregnant silence. “You know, something we’ll remember for years.”

  Allie laughed, “Like what?”

  “Well, what would you suggest?” he asked, challenging her with his dark eyes.

  “I haven’t a clue. You’ve covered randomly running into the ocean. Doing it again wouldn’t hold the same effect for you I imagine.”

  He laughed, then ran his hands through his hair. After a long silence, he said, “Ever had sex on a beach?”

  Laughter shot from her mouth, “Ha, wow, you’re not forward at all.”

  “I believe in saying exactly what I’m thinking.”

  Mike might be exhausting if she had to deal with him every day, but on vacation he was a puzzle she wanted to solve. “Yes,” she said. “I have. But never on a public beach.”

  “Want to make a new memory?”

  Allie downed the last of her drink; if nothing else, she could blame it on alcohol. Three long island ice teas were definitely enough for a solid excuse. She rose from the sand and surveyed the beach. “Where?”

  He laughed, pulling her back down to the sand. “Right here.

  The warmth of his hand felt good on her bare skin. Almost too good. Allie had forgotten how great it felt to have the hands of a near stranger on her body. More than that, she had forgotten how much she enjoyed it.

  Her pussy was suddenly aching, hungry for more of his touch.

  His cock was pushing hard against his trunks, and Allie felt a sudden flush of relief. In the most insecure depths of her brain, Allie had feared he wouldn’t find her attractive enough to fuck. Seeing the swell of his dick got her pussy pounding.

  Mike pulled her toward him, then covered her neck in a rainbow of kisses. She sighed as his lips lingered along her neck. Allie’s hand shot toward his crotch, reaching under her shorts and stroking his cock, quietly pleading for him to take her.

  ******

  Another couple walked by as Mike pulled the string of Allie’s top, spilling her tits into the salty air. Instinctively she pulled an arm over herself as the ocean breeze slapped her skin. He pushed her hand away, then leaned back to admire her freshly exposed tits, perfectly supple and begging for tongue.

  Mike bent over and flicked each nipple with his tongue several times, turning them into a matching set of tiny bullets. Once hard, he took them one by one into his mouth and suckled them gently.

  “Harder,” she begged through gasping breaths. Mike applied pressure with his teeth and scraped them outward to the tip. Allie moaned beneath him, arching her body and pushing her tit deeper into his open, panting mouth. He pushed her back into the earth that had been dug to protect the walk way from the rolling tides, then pressed his dick into the crease of her pussy through the thin material of her bikini bottom.

  This sent Allie into a fit of thrashing against the earth behind her. She took a hand to move the cloth from between them as he ripped the Velcro apart, freed his cock, then picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, balancing her between him and the wall of dirt behind them.

  Mike positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy, then said, “Are you ready?” She whimpered a yes, then he slid his cock into her tight and slippery hole.

  Allie lightly squealed, then laughed as he shushed her. He must’ve touched her especially deep because she lost herself to another scream, even louder, as he withdrew himself to the tip, then slammed his cock inside her, slowly thrusting as she rocked her hips in time with his, easing into the moment.

  Her straw hat fell to the sand, then gently glided toward the ocean. Allie inched herself toward Mike, nudging him deeper, and covering his body with kisses.

  Mike laughed at her dizzy eyes. It looked as though her head was swimming, soaking in alcohol and ecstasy.

  Mike kept fucking her, feeling every bit as alive as he’d flown to the Bahamas to feel.

  Allie’s eyes were closed, her head lulled on the dirt behind her. Mike was starving to see the glistening of her gorgeous green eyes, so he slipped his hand behind her head and gently pulled at her curtain of straight black hair.

  He had no idea how long it was before he finally felt the tightening of his cock, followed by the immediate blast and shuddering release of the thick orgasm leaving his body in almost violent bursts. Her eyes popped open as she rocked wildly on his cock, sending a sharp crackle through his body as her pussy tightened around his dick, the two of them cumming together, thrusting their hips in tandem with the rattling of their internal convulsions, milking shot after shot from his cock.

  Her feet hit the sand as he lowered her legs. She swayed on the sand as though trying to pull sense from her surroundings. They had drawn a crowd, which made them both burst into embarrassed laughter. A light round of applause echoed through the air behind the sound of crashing waves.

  “Now that’s what all ‘alive’ moments should feel like,” Allie said, looking in his eyes, both right then, and then every day for the rest of the week.

  XXX

  Sorry, I Gave at the Office

  “Sorry, I gave at the office,” the man with the beady eyes and pointy nose growled, slamming the door in Natalie’s face.

  “What the fuck ever, asshole,” Natalie whispered to herself, staring at the peeling paint on the slammed door. It always amazed her how rude people could be, especially during her last three weeks collecting for Fresh Start, had shown Natalie a side of humanity she was eager to forget.

  It was perfectly fine if you didn’t want to give to charity. Not everyone had disposable income, and some people needed charity themselves. But even if you wanted to be a selfish dick, and not give anything to anyone ever, even if you could, why not just say so? Why lie? There was no way that fucker had given at the office.

  Natalie trudged from the house, then crossed the street and rounded the block on her way to the next bank of houses.

  She had been walking the neighborhoods for hours, all morning and now into the early afternoon, knocking on stranger's doors and hoping to raise money for Fresh Start, a local charity that helped out of work people in the city find jobs tailored to their skill set so they could get quickly back on their feet.

  The charity was important to Natalie, since she’d lost her job and house in early 2009, and Fresh Start had helped her quickly recover by finding her a job in an accounting firm. Turns out, Franklin was right – you couldn’t escape death or taxes, even in a recession. And since Natalie wouldn’t ever want to work in a morgue, she was happy her skills with numbers had landed her a sweet spot at Dodge and Helms.

  She’d been working as a number cruncher at Dodge and Helms for the last three years, and now that tax season was over, she wanted to take a month off to help Fresh Start with their annual charity drive.

  It was amazing that people wouldn't give money to a cause like Fresh Start, yet were perfectly willing to give a buck to a bum to help him buy a bottle of liquor. Shit like that really pissed her off. If you could say, “Hey buddy, can you spare a dollar,” you could say, “Welcome to McDonalds can I take your order?”

  That last guy was nearly the straw to break her camel’s back, but she kn
ew she had to keep going, despite it being approximately 4,000 degrees outside.

  Come on Natalie, just keep going. Plenty of people never gave up on you.

  Natalie smiled, scanning her clipboard. She wanted to squeeze in another three blocks before calling it a day, though she was dying to get home and was flirting with the thought of quitting early. But a flashback to how bad it had been for her two years earlier pushed her feet across the concrete.

  It felt hotter than Afghanistan, not that she’d ever been there. But Natalie hadn’t been prepared, and could feel the sweat beading across her lower back and behind the bend in her knees. Maybe one more block, then she could grab something to eat, and cool down a little before finishing her list.

  Natalie kept walking, knocking, and swallowing rejection for another full hour until finally finding herself in front of the last house before her promised break. She was exhausted, and almost decided not to knock. Though she was in her mid-30’s and hit the gym three times a week, all the walking under an unforgiving sun had taken its toll on her feet. Natalie made the mistake of wearing heels along with her sheer blouse and slacks so she would look as professional as possible while asking strangers for money. Now her feet needed a massage, as did her entire body.

  Natalie knocked on the door and patiently waited. So far, she had made just $220 for Fresh Start, through the entire morning, and not one penny since the beady-eyed asshole who claimed he gave at the office.

  She tucked a long lock of hair behind her ear then knocked again, but still there was no answer. Almost happy she didn’t have to face rejection beneath the scorching sun another time, Natalie turned toward the street. She was one-step off the porch when she heard something that sounded like splashing coming from the back yard of the house.