Fifty Shades of Lexi Maxxwell

by Lexi Maxxwell

  They were only a few drinks in when laughter grew uncontrollable in the bar, as they all commiserated about the pressures of constant travel, and the best ways to relieve stress.

  “What’s your best method?” Paul asked Selena.

  “What do you think?” she smiled.

  “Well, I can think of a few things,” Darren piped.

  Selena flirted, but held back to tease them. The more they wanted her ahead of time, the better. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” she said. “Unless you’re planning to stay there.”

  Paul set his empty glass on the bar and said, “Hey, let’s take this party upstairs.”

  Selena wanted them hotter than pizza from an oven, and wasn’t sure the oven was quite ready. Darren said, “The night’s not getting any younger, so lets milk every drop from its tit.”

  That made Selena drip. They were on their way to the elevator a second later.

  Selena had gotten a complimentary upgrade, one of the perks from traveling constantly and staying at the same chains. So they walked into a full suite. Paul and Darren took off their jackets and tossed them onto the large, overstuffed chairs sitting in the sitting area.

  Paul asked Selena if she wanted anything to drink. She said no, but told him he could help himself to anything he wanted in the bar. Darren asked if she’d like him to massage the aches of travel from her body.

  “That sounds amazing,” she said.

  “Okay then, why don’t you lay on the bed and take off your clothes.”

  It was amazing how he said it, like he was doing her a favor.

  She went to the bathroom and peeled off her skirt and top, but left her panties on. They could peel those from her later. Besides, they helped absorb her soak. If she took them off now, they’d see how sopping wet she was.

  Selena stepped from the bathroom. Paul was sprawled in an armchair, sipping a tumbler of Jack he’d poured from the minibar. Darren had laid a towel over the bed and was gesturing for her to lay down. He whistled as she approached. “Wow, you look even better out of your clothes than you do in them!” He added, “I didn’t mean you had to take everything off. Just enough for me to get the sore spots.”

  Paul raised his glass.

  Selena said, “Well thank you. But I didn’t take everything off, I left my panties on, see.” She snapped the elastic, then added: “Besides, most of my stress is in my pussy, and that’s the only thing I left covered.” Selena smiled like the devil, then lay on the towel.

  Darren stripped to his waist, explaining to Selena that he didn’t want to get oil on his Brooks Brothers. She smiled, said okay, then closed her eyes and waited. A few minutes later, she smelled the almond scented oil as Darren’s strong hands worked her back. She was sinking deep, with such a sharp pang in her pussy, she wasn’t sure she would last through the whole massage.

  The hands on her body doubled. Darren hadn’t moved, which made it Paul rubbing the soles of her feet. She heard another squirt from the almond oil, then felt Paul’s hand kneed into her flesh. Even if neither one shoved a cock inside her, this was definitely the best day of the trip so far.

  But there would be a cock inside her. Oh yes, there would be cocks.

  Between the alcohol, the massage, and the recent drought of dick, Selena was getting hornier by the second. Paul was working his way up her calves, along her thighs and was a flick away from the fuzz on her pussy. Darren had strayed from her shoulders and was all over her ass.

  “How’s that?” he whispered.

  Selena moaned.

  Darren’s fingers were under her thong and pulling it down. She turned over so they could see her tits and hard nipples. “Doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one naked,” she said, her panties now on the floor.

  She couldn't wait to see what her duo was packing, and was thrilled when neither answered with words, and quickly stripped to nothing instead.

  Paul was on top of her first, taking her left nipple in his mouth. Darren was only a beat behind with the right, both guys sucking hard.

  “Mmmmmm,” Selena moaned, perfectly relaxed, everywhere except at her pussy, which was still pounding. “Who is going to fuck me first?” Selena moaned, surprised at the way the question fell from her mouth, dirtier and more forward than she’d expected. Then again, she was laying spread eagled on the bed, with a pair of men sucking her tits; men she’d known for all of two hours – so who was she to say what was too forward.

  Paul answered with three fingers, sliding inside her like slick on an oil. She moaned, hard as electricity crackled across her tits, then slithered like a snake into the skin behind her ear.

  She squirmed on the bed while Paul sloshed her pussy. Darren plopped Selena’s nipple from his mouth, then ran his lips down her stomach and thighs until he found her wet spot, and started lapping at it like a mountain of ice cream. His hands were suddenly under her ass, spreading her cheeks like he was opening drapes, before eating her pussy like he was starving in prison.

  Selena flooded his mouth and almost started begging for dick, feeling the firecracker of an orgasm crackle in the sky of her cunt, then explode from her ears.

  Selena’s head was hanging from the bed, tilted to the side – the perfect angle for Paul to shove his pole into the open O of her still moaning mouth. She clamped down with her lips. Paul started fucking her too hard for her to do much beyond take it, which she did, with an even louder moan.

  Selena fingers fought Darren’s mouth for control of her mound, while Paul slowed his thrusting so Selena could suck him better, licking past the tip so she could lap down the shaft and cradle his balls in her mouth.

  Paul’s head rolled back and his eyes snapped shut. He grabbed Selena’s tits so he could stand steady while fucking her mouth faster. Darren was still eating like he was on thirds at Christmas, Selena’s legs were still stretched as wide as they would go. She shrieked, liquid pouring from her pussy as Paul pulled his cock from her wet mouth.

  Before Selena could blink, Darren’s dick was in her mouth. It wasn’t, but it felt twice the size of Paul's: 12 inches, at least, and built like a fire hose full of water.

  Selena involuntarily whimpered, since the cock rocked more of a slap than she was used to. He drove Selena to a choke. “Sorry,” Darren said, then held himself by the base and softened his rhythm.

  Selena was wondering where Paul had gone, when he grabbed her ankles and proved the value of pilates by putting her legs straight in the air. Dickless weeks had tightened her twat, so she screamed when he shoved himself inside her, despite her earlier creaming.

  The scream was short, her moan was long.

  “You feel AMAZING!” he cried.

  Selena said nothing, her mouth full of meat.

  Darren had done a helluva job massaging her earlier, so she wanted her cunt to caress his cock until she gave it the best fucking blastoff off his life. She wiggled her middle like she was plugged in the wall. His cock throbbed like it was ready to blow, but he pulled out to suck on her nipple.

  His lips were on the pink of her tips when there was a loud knock on the hotel door.

  “It’s Stan! Open up!”

  Selena said, “How did he know you were here?”

  Darren said, “I called him while you were getting out of your clothes and told him to meet us. You don't mind, right?”

  Selena sorta did, if she wasn’t drunk on dick it would have pissed her off. Paul and Darren knew they were coming up to fuck her. That was sexy. Inviting Stan up without asking was assuming, and slutty. She didn’t like it.

  But it was hard to care when her cunt was practically on fire.

  She whimpered okay, while Paul continued to thrust, while asking her if she liked his huge cock in her tight little cunt.

  She did, and yelled it as a greeting to Stan as he rushed inside the room.

  Selena wasn’t sure how she would handle a trio of taco stuffers. She’d never even had a duo before. Stan was putting her tits in Heaven while her pussy got punished b
y Paul. Darren's cock kept growing swollen in her mouth.

  She suddenly realized what three dicks would probably mean. She was loving all the rock hard around her, but if she didn’t shoot the goo from one of the cannons, Selena would end up with one of them blasting her ass.

  She wiggled and whimpered at the realization.

  It wasn’t that she couldn't or wouldn’t, or even didn’t want to. She’d done it a couple of times, always drunk, and it felt good, at least after the first minute. But she’d always been prepared. She’d never had ass sex in the heat of the moment. Of course, she’d never let three men fill her before, either.

  Stan stood, the other two pulled from their holes and the three men had a Chinese fire drill. Darren and Paul flipped Selena on her stomach so Stan could have a turn with his dick in her mouth. Darren started eating pussy from the back, but quickly traded lickin’ for stickin’ and shoved his dick inside her, grabbing her ass as he drove himself deeper.

  Selena rattled and shook as she came.

  She felt oil drizzling down the crack of her ass, and a second later, Paul’s finger was probing her asshole, massaging it slowly as he worked his way inside, while Darren kept slamming her sliver. Paul added a second finger, plunging them deeper, at first slowly, then quickly, matching the rhythm of Darren's thrusts, which were driving Selena deeper into another quickly reached orgasm.

  Stan's dick was fully engorged in Selena’s mouth, while he patiently waited to fuck her. Darren reached beneath her breasts, then pulled her from the bed until she was kneeling. Stan moved beneath her until he was flat on his back. Darren pulled out, then motioned for Selena to straddle Stan.

  Selena swallowed him to the balls, then leaned over, grabbed him by the shoulders and began bouncing her ass up and down, while his dick went in and out, and in and out. Darren grabbed her ass, mashing his fingers into flesh as he moved it up and down on Stan's dick, multiplying the strength of his thrusts.

  Selena screamed as the dick went in her ass, grateful the fuckstick was dipped in oil. The pain was there, but it only took seconds for pleasure to punch its face and tell it to get lost.

  Another orgasm swallowed her whole.

  Stan thrust his pelvis, driving his dick deeper in her pussy. Selena was getting fucked like a porn star, and no one was filming. She would’ve given anything to watch what she couldn't believe was happening to her.

  Selena turned as Paul pulled himself from her ass. Stan hungrily shoved himself inside her. Darren came to the front and started fucking her in her furbox.

  Paul was a foot away, jacking his shaft and enjoying the show. She was grateful he hadn’t tried to go ass to mouth. Selena drew the line at shit.

  Stan slammed into Selena a final time, then filled her with cum.

  Darren was still stroking her slit, so he traded places with Stan and dove into her dirthole.

  Paul’s cry preceded his cum by a second, then showered Selena, with the largest globs getting in her hair.

  Darren blasted a mountain of goo a few beats behind everyone else. Cum puddled the bed. Selena licked her gentleman dry, then said goodnight, agreeing to meet them again the following evening.

  After all, two dicks were amazing. But three took care of the stress. And in the back of her mind she wondered if they had even more friends waiting to join the fuckfest.

  XXX

  “Fucking For Charity”

  Alex Holland is burnt out by women always wanting his money. Annoyed and horny, the last thing he needed was a charity knocking at his door seeking a big check. However, when he gets a look at the charity’s representative, Carrie Strolove, he decides that perhaps he can make a donation of another sort.

  (Approximately 2,500 words)

  XXX

  The sun splashed against the hills and bled through the windows. Alex stared at the horizon and poured his first cup of coffee, rubbing his hand on his dick and smoothing the rock hard bulge in his boxers.

  I need to fuck something.

  Alex crossed the room, trying to ignore the ache in his dick. He sat at his desk and stared at his computer, scrolling through the long line of 300 or so emails that waited for him each morning.

  Fucking, Lisa.

  He needed her for more than swallowing loads.

  He took a sip of coffee and ran a hand through his dark brown hair. Alex was frustrated: in his head, in his dick, and right in the middle of his fucking heart. He was going crazy in the two bedroom house he once shared with his cheating whore of an ex-wife, now haunting him in every room or horizontal surface – chosen by her and stained by him. “Hope you’re happy with the wrinkly dicked bastard, you fucking slut,” Alex shook his fist at the walls. “Have fun waiting for the old fucker to die.”

  The doorbell rang. “Now who in the fuck is at my door at seven in the morning?”

  XXX

  Carrie took a final look at herself in the rearview mirror, even spent a while looking at herself like she knew she deserved, then slipped her black stocking clad leg from the car door. As she shifted her weight for the other to follow her laced ass kissed the cool morning air beneath her short, black business skirt – the perfect outfit for making collections.

  She was seeing one of her male donators today, and even first year girls knew that checks were always bigger when you looked like a sexy, young version of the secretary they wished they had in their office, or had once upon a sexy yesterday. Charity funds at The Lowered Rope Foundation had taken a dive along with the economy, Carrie would use all she had to get everything she could.

  She glanced at her clipboard. “Mr. Alex Holland,” she whispered, trying to get a clear picture in her head of the self-starting entrepreneur with medium-depth pockets, and a weak spot for the charity’s open bars, especially since his recent divorce.

  Carrie loosened one more button on her white dress shirt, just enough to let the line of her supple tits breathe in a whisper, then buttoned her black coat one button higher. Her tall black heels clicked onto the stoop in front of the small house, just as the unexpected song of, “…you slut!” sang from somewhere inside the house.

  “Oh fuck, tell me he doesn’t have a woman here he’s fighting with,” Carrie thought, her hand wavering at the doorbell. There was another grumbling she couldn’t quite hear, then footsteps quickly moving toward the door.

  He opened the door and Carrie took an involuntary step back. His dark brown hair was a tangle, his muscles tight as if ready for a fight. The bulge in his boxers was a pointing finger, thick and angry; its intent and girth sent an unexpected flash to Carrie’s flush box.

  “Can I help you?” he sneered looking her over as if she were a selling sex and religion together.

  “Mr. Holland,” she smiled, leaning ever so slightly forward. “I’m Carrie Strolove. We met at the Lowered Rope Foundation dinner last week. I’m here to speak with you about the pledge you made. If you have just a few moments, I would love to discuss the importance of a contribution to Lowered Rope, and what it would mean to our organization and the people that we help.”

  XXX

  “Oh...ummm...” Alex stammered, trying to remember the face at the door.

  And then he did.

  Carrie had been the charity’s liaison promoting their new “convenience check pick-up service.” The memory of her body wrapped in black silk brought the pain back to his dick, and then smashed it with a hammer.

  He stood in the doorway throbbing, looking her over as she stood in black stockings racing up her short black skirt, a hint of lace where everything met. Her ample, natural tits were a warm tease to his weary eyes.

  He stepped from the doorway, close enough for her to feel the throb of his cock, then breathed, “Yes, of course. Come right in.”

  “Thank you.”

  He led her through the foyer, past an antique vanity, to a long backed chair just inside the living room. The room was small, but cozy, and still wore the bitch’s touch. “Have a seat.” He breathed her scent and made sure sh
e knew it.

  She sat on the edge of the chair, clip board on her lap, pretending she was about to read something important, instead of continuing to tease his titty fucker like she was.

  He took the matching seat across from her and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching her pretend to read the papers on her lap.

  Another bitch wanting money.

  He wondered whether her pussy was shaved or hairy. Then he wondered how much longer he’d have to wait to find out.

  The thought was sharp enough to puncture his restraint. Between his throbbing, hard dick rubbing on his thighs and her sitting there with one mouth, two tits, and the city of gold underneath, Alex lost control.

  “So tell me, Miss, or is it Mrs. Strolove?”

  “Miss.” She said with a smile, still looking over her papers.

  “Alright then, Miss Strolove, tell me how I can help you, or rather, how you can help me.” A wolfish smile wrinkled his face. Her eyes snapped to his, then quickly back to her papers.

  Alex stood, crossed the room in four steps, then grabbed her clipboard and threw his eyes around it, though far too fast to really see anything. “Engrossing stuff you have here…”

  He saw his name highlighted with the amount $25,000.00 beside it, then threw the clipboard against the floor, where it skidded all the way to the wall.

  “Well, as you know, our organization helps needy children in cities all over the country get afterschool care while their parents…” He derailed her train of thought. She looked up, caught by his stare. She slowly found it again, “… are working long hours.”

  Her mouth must’ve been dry, because she couldn’t swallow. He towered above her, pushing his piercing green eyes deep into her blue ones.

  “Miss Strolove, I know what your organization does.” Alex leaned down with a hand on either arm of the chair, then lowered himself until she was trapped and their eyes were even.