42 Filthy Fucking Stories

by Lexi Maxxwell

  No way.

  Brandi struggled with Tim, but only slightly, mostly letting him drag her along. She felt bad because had she lashed out at him over Brian. She was in the wrong and wondered if Tim would ever forgive her. Right now he wasn't looking for forgiveness; he was looking to get even.

  Brandi screamed as Tim dragged her into the bathtub and turned the shower on full. The water was cold and bit into her skin like tiny needles. She struggled at first, but quickly gave up and surrendered to her medicine. She stared up at her friend, looming above her with his arms in an X against his chest.

  “Just cool the fuck off!” Tim shouted, then left, slamming the bathroom door on his way out.

  Brandi sat in the tub and took the freezing cold shower. As she replayed the meltdown in her head, she realized more and more what she had done to Tim was wrong. He had every right to get aroused, whether he enjoyed her tale or not. In fact, Brandi admitted she had become slightly aroused, too. But was it the words that came from her mouth or the images of those acts replayed in her mind?

  Or was it seeing Tim with his cock bulging against his pants because of her?

  Brand couldn't decide. She thought maybe it was all of it. She knew nothing for sure, except that she was cold and wet. As she reached for the faucet to turn off the water, the bathroom door opened. It was Tim. He held a bathrobe in one hand and an apology on his face.

  “Listen Brandi,” he said, turning off the faucet. “I'm sorry I lost it out there.”

  “No,” Brandi replied. “I'm sorry. I'm the one who lost it, not you. If I hadn't been such a...”

  “A bitch?” Tim finished her sentence, smiling. Brandi dropped her eyes, then laughed and agreed with a nod.

  “Yes,” she said. Something in Tim's smile made her forget the hole in her heart. “Yes, a bitch. I had it coming.”

  Tim helped her out of the tub, then handed her a towel after discarding the robe on the vanity. “Yes you did. How did you NOT expect me to get aroused with all of the stuff you were talking about?”

  “So it did arouse you?” she asked. Considering her recent assault upon him she decided sarcasm probably wasn't the right tone for that question.

  He told her he would be waiting for her in the den and she nodded.

  Tim left her alone to dry off and change.

  It took Brandi a while to wrap her mind around what Tim had just said. She wondered why they had never dated. She thought they would have been the perfect match. They knew each other thoroughly. Maybe it was their brother-sister-like relationship. Brandi thought about it as she stripped from her cold, sopping clothes, then dried herself quickly and looked in the mirror. She wanted to forget Brian. Maybe Tim was the guy to help ease her heartache, even if only briefly.

  She smiled, slipped into the bath robe, and only the bath robe, then left for the den.

  As Brandi walked the hall, she began to wonder how Tim would react. She hoped she wouldn't shatter their friendship, but she was willing to do what she felt she needed to. As she turned the corner into the den, Tim was on the couch watching TV. He glanced at her, smiling. Brandi slid onto the couch beside him and cuddled. Tim put his arm around her.

  Brandi smiled to herself. Tim was about to get his payment for being such a great friend all of their lives. “I'm sorry Tim,” she apologized as she snuggled closer. Tim snorted – clearly still miffed by their earlier conversation.

  Brandi frowned for a moment, then decided it was do or die.

  She sat up and eased herself from the couch, then thumbed the TV off and turned to face Tim. Without a word, she loosened the belt of her robe, then smiled at the hunger in her friend's eyes.

  He stayed silent, his gaze piercing through her robe as if he were trying to imagine the beauty beneath. She felt her pussy soften at the thought, then told herself that soon enough he wouldn't have to imagine.

  After she untied her robe, she slowly pulled the cotton belt through the two loops, then twirled it in front of her, swatting at Tim. She dangled the end of the belt over his chest and moved it slowly across his body.

  Brandi planned to make this an afternoon her best friend would never forget.

  Brandi drew the belt down over Tim's crotch and he lightly gasped. She could see his cock bulging under his pants as she slid the belt in a circle around it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch in quiet surrender.

  She knew she had him. After a few more minutes of teasing, Brandi tossed the belt on his body and took a few steps back, then turned around so her back was facing him. She let the robe fall, just enough to expose her creamy shoulders.

  Brandi thought all she needed was some music and everything would be perfect, so she shimmied a little side to side, swaying her hips in tiny circles as she glanced back at Tim over her shoulder. She could sense his hunger, but was bent on maintaining control.

  Brandi let the robe fall further until her entire smooth, toned back was exposed to Tim’s greedy eyes. Her delicate fingers brushed her shoulders and sides, slowly working their way down. Her round ass danced beneath the robe.

  Brandi hoped Tim was enjoying this as much as she was. Her nipples were rock hard and she could already feel her inner thighs growing slick from her juices.

  She was loving every second.

  Brandi finally let the robe fall completely to the floor, then jutted her round, succulent ass to Tim in full display. She heard him inhale sharply behind her, and smiled at the truth that her ass was her best feature – not just large, but round enough to perfectly fill the apple in the bottom of jeans.

  Brandi caressed her ass cheeks, then gave herself a little swat, cooing at her self-spanking and hoping Tim would take the cue to spank her some more.

  Brandi slowly bent over, running her hands down the insides of her thighs to her ankles. The cool air from her air conditioner washed across her smoothly shaven pussy, nudging her into a shudder. Her outer pussy lips were slightly swollen, framing her slit like a gourmet meal.

  She imagined Tim sitting on the couch drooling over her exposed snatch.

  Brandi ran her hands back up her thighs and across her juicy slit. She didn’t realize how wet she was until her finger started massaging the soak of her insides. Her digits were covered in juices and her hole made a wet squishing sound as her fingers danced through her slit. She wanted Tim so badly right then that she considered ripping his pants off and mounting him right on the couch.

  She tilted her head to one side to look back at her best friend. Her eyes went wide as she saw Tim stroking the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. He was clearly enjoying the show.

  Brandi couldn't take it anymore and surrendered to her desires.

  She turned around and pounced on Tim's shaft, straddling his lap and guiding his cockhead into her overheated hole. They both groaned as she popped his throbbing head into her drooling slit. Without warning, Brandi quickly pressed her hips down and her pussy fully engulfed Tim's cock.

  Brandi started to pump her hips back and forth as she began fucking her friend on the couch. Shivers raced up and down her spine at the sensation of Tim's fingers splayed into her ass, squeezing and caressing. Poor Brian had been replaced in mere hours after breaking up with Brandi, and she loved it like a new life. Her hips pumped faster and she had to grab onto the back of the couch to keep her balance.

  Their moans echoed loudly through her house, as years of latent lust exploded between them, neither ready to cum or willing to stop.

  Brandi could feel Tim's cock throbbing deep inside of her and knew he was nearing his climax. She wasn't ready to relinquish her pleasure, so she slid from Tim's lap, then down between his legs, curling her fingers around his bigger-than-average shaft and rubbing its spongy head all over her face. Brandi inhaled deeply, reveling in the musk of her juices as she smeared them across her cheeks and lips.

  The one thing Brandi could say about Brian was that he helped her overcome some of her inhibitions. She would often gag at the mere thought of
taking a man's cock into her mouth and the idea of tasting her own cum would turn her stomach. Not anymore. Brian had turned her into a sleazy cock-whore and she loved it.

  She tightened her grip on Tim's shaft as she took it slowly into her mouth. The taste of her pussy on his flesh drove her wild, and soon she had all eight inches of his cock laying flat against her tongue. She moaned into his dick as she started bobbing her head slowly up and down, her tongue slurping along the length of his under-seam.

  Brandi was on fire and could tell by Tim’s involuntary sounds that he was enjoying every inch of her naughtiness. She wrapped her forefinger and thumb tighter around Tim's cock, stroking it with every movement of her mouth. Brandi watched him grimace in pleasure, turning her hotbox even hotter.

  Brandi felt Tim's cock start to throb harder in her mouth. He would cum soon and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Not that she wanted to. Her own body tingled, begging for her much-needed release.

  Brandi popped Tim's cock from her mouth and crawled up on the couch, lifting her ass in the air and resting her elbows on the back cushion. She looked at her best friend with a smile full of sin, then wiggled the white of her ass.

  “Fuck me hard, baby,” she moaned, reaching down and rubbing her enraged clit. “Fuck me, Tim! Punish me for being a slut!”

  For a second Brandi thought she had gone too far as she looked back at Tim's shocked expression. He'd never heard filth from her mouth before. She started to regret it, but it was only a moment before regret flew from the window.

  Tim moved like an animal pouncing on kill, grabbing her hips and forcing his cock inside her pussy with one powerful thrust. Brandi gasped at the sudden assault on her dripping slit and fought to catch her breath, as Tim rammed his shaft madly inside her, his hips slapping her ass on repeat, harder and harder until she was seconds from cumming.

  “Cum for me baby!” Brandi wailed, working her clit in tandem with Tim's plowing. She forced her ass back against him with each thrust, impaling herself deeper and harder on his angry cock. She could feel the inferno inside of her burning hotter and hotter as her orgasm slowly built from her core. Tim's thrusts grew even faster and harder; a man possessed. Brandi hungered for his seed deep inside of her.

  Tim's thick dick grew thicker inside her pussy, hot enough to melt as he started to cum. The violence of his sudden explosion threatened to rip a hole through Brandi's entire body. She felt the heat of his seed seeping into her body as he pumped his sticky, hot jizz deep inside of her. She clenched around his shaft as her whole body soaked in the intensity of pleasure; the heat of her juices exploding in waves as she hovered above the crest of her orgasm.

  After their waves of pleasure subsided, Brandi pulled herself from Tim's semi-soft cock and smiled. They collapsed on the couch and stared at each other.

  Tim and Brandi curled together on the couch, kissing lightly. Brandi wondered how deep their friendship was going to get.

  XXX

  The Thursday Deception

  Kirstin glanced in her rearview, again. She didn’t think she was being followed, but the last three months of Thursday deceptions had given her a nervous, semi-permanent tick – constantly adjusting the mirror, jerking her neck at every other light to check the traffic behind her, and taking every unlikely turn on the alternate route provided by the snotty British lady on her GPS.

  Kirstin’s paranoia had nothing to do with a fear of being caught. She stopped worrying about being found out a month into the affair. Getting caught was a matter of when, not if. The Thursday deception was worth the inevitable, but Kirstin still had to live with the semi-constant terror of wondering what Alan would do when the discovery was made. Whatever he did to her, Ricky was worth it.

  Kirstin wasn’t just obsessed with Ricky; she was obsessed with the affair itself and the freedom it bought. Rick’s dick was delicious. Kirstin craved his cock and the cum inside it constantly. He filled her in a way Alan hadn’t managed in years, if ever. He could go two or even three times in their two to three hour trysts. But it was more than the swell of St. Peter and the pulse in her pussy that kept her engine purring.

  It was the secret itself, filling her with adrenaline and the belief that maybe she could leave if she wanted to-- maybe she could gather the courage to run. Finally believe Ricky that she deserved to be happy, and that Alan only had the hold on her that she allowed him to have. Over the last few months her thoughts had drifted from, I can never leave to when will I make my escape?

  Kirstin knew their split was inevitable, but she didn’t know if she had the courage to leave Alan before he found out and made it a part of the bloody aftermath. Problem was, getting found out could take days, weeks, or months. Alan wasn’t stupid, and Kirstin had been careful, but the asshole had been suspicious for years before he had any reason or right to be.

  Kirstin kept a special burner phone for calls and texts to and from Ricky. The phone was password protected and registered under another name. She had a separate email address and only checked it from the burner phone. And Ricky’s name was F. Soren in her phone’s contact list, somewhere in the middle of three dozen phony names and addresses.

  She had taken every precaution in the beginning but had grown increasingly sloppy. The heightened risk added to the pleasure. It was as delicious as the sex and the high lasted longer; started early and stuck around long after all the sticky had been licked up.

  Kirstin was just minutes away from the hotel, feeling the sweet burn between her legs, matching the flush on her face, widening her smile, and hardening her nipples. She took her right hand from the wheel and rubbed her three middle fingers against the thin lace of Ricky’s favorite pair of panties, the pair he’d shot his third load into last Thursday, so Kirstin could wear them unwashed through the weekend, feeling the crust of his cum against the short curly hairs of her cunt.

  Alan wasn’t stupid, but he also wasn’t smart enough to pay attention to Kirstin’s panties, on or off. When Alan wanted to fuck, he ordered Kirstin to strip and bend over the bed, couch, kitchen table, or any other surface that happened to be close to his hardon, then he would take her furiously from behind for the four and a half minutes or so needed to work his cock into a spray of white scum.

  Alan was ill-tempered and angry; jealous and petty and small; quietly controlling, and a pillow over the squirming face of her happiness. Living with him made life a lingering prison, and Kirstin’s Thursday escapes were now what she breathed for. She couldn’t wait to be rid of Alan forever and ride into the sunset with Ricky. Even if that meant getting caught.

  Ricky was kind to her from the first moment they met, crashing into one another in Drips, the trendy coffee shop on State Street. Kirstin was reading her Kindle and sipping at her still too hot morning mocha when the sun-kissed stud dirty blond paid for his coffee and approached the table beside her, his mind obviously somewhere else. Kirstin looked up just as he tripped over her purse, sitting on the floor by her ankle. The sun-kissed stranger stumbled, spilling his coffee and causing Kirstin to leap from her seat to avoid the scalding heat. She shrieked as she accidentally slapped the cup from his hand, spilling the rest of the milk-splashed coffee into a quickly spreading pool, soaking into the Spanish tile floor.

  They stared at the pool, then raised their eyes in tandem and held their shared gaze. He grazed her arm and pointed at her bag, he tried to make words but couldn’t. They both started mumbling, until they finally fell into a sudden fit of giggles which quickly escalated into uncontrollable roaring laughter.

  The stranger shooed the approaching barista away, then he and Kirstin cleaned up the floor together. She bought him another cup of coffee, and he invited himself to sit and share the morning at their table. His name was Ricky, he told her after their first minute talking. They spoke for another 15, before he disappeared from her morning.

  The next day, and every weekday to follow, Kirstin made her usual stop at Drips, sipping her morning mocha, catching up with her Kindle and keep
ing her eyes on the door, trying to forget the prison at home that left her defending her every decision.

  At first, she only saw him occasionally. She was religious with her visits, and often stayed longer than she should have waiting for a glimpse, but he was far less consistent. She made it in five days a week. He was there two at the most. They would exchange friendly smiles and extra-long hellos, small talking around their life and work as Kirstin danced around the truth of her life’s lie.

  It was somewhere around Kirstin’s fourth month of morning Drips when she finally convinced Ricky she was worth a daily visit. A current passed between them, crackling through her body. She could see the fire burning in his gray-blue eyes, and she was certain he felt the current, too, probably in his cock.

  His face was mostly dimples as he turned his eyes to the floor. She could feel Ricky’s want, though it was nothing like Alan’s hunger. Alan made her feel like a fuck hole, and nothing more, which meant that most of the time she would rather soak her own digits than let Alan dip his dick. But Ricky’s eyes were different and made a promise she longed to see them keep.

  As Ricky was leaving Drips that day, she rose from her seat and walked him to his car for a long hug goodbye. As she pushed her tits into his chest, she felt the swell of his cock pushing against her. He smiled and said he’d see her the next morning.

  Their exchanges grew longer, went much deeper, and happened every day. They started discussing their lives outside the small talk, though Kirstin still said nothing about Alan. Five minute surface conversations turned into bottomless wells of discussion, as they strolled up and down State Street until their paper cups were empty.

  Eventually, she told him about Alan. He stared into her sapphire eyes and swore that she didn’t have to be unhappy. His lips were suddenly on her forehead, and her breath went suddenly missing. That was it, at least that day. But it wasn’t long before they added the Thursday deception to their daily visits to Drips.