Sex Every Day, Volume 1: 7 Single Serving Fantasies

by Lexi Maxxwell

  I drove my dick hard into Amy’s tight ass, stopping as my tip hit its furthest point, then waiting for Amy to relax. I made slow strokes, out an inch, then back in, keeping myself at the far edge of pleasure just long enough to let her enjoy the moment beneath me.

  She shifted, squealed, and sank three fingers deep into her own pussy.

  That was all I needed.

  My dick swelled as I pumped myself all the way to pelvis. Amy screamed louder every time she came. I lost count by the time the rapture was ringing in my ears. Amy’s obvious pleasure, along with the fierce contractions of her already snug ass, sent me reeling out of control.

  My own moaning joined her symphony of screams as I exploded with two hard thrusts into her asshole. My thumbs were pressed hard into her back as I groaned without control, milking my cock until I had no more cum left to give. I wanted to collapse in a heap, take a nap, and then do it again. I rested against Amy’s tightest hole while trying to make sense of my swirling thoughts. She struggled to recover, gasping for breath as I inched my way out.

  We were both sucking air through our teeth as I pulled the head of my softening cock from her. I watched as cum dribbled from her hole and over her pussy as she shifted to face me.

  I stood, staring at her glistening, sweat-soaked body.

  She smiled, still panting. “Revenge really is sweet.”

  I smiled, bigger than I had in months, and that smile’s hardly left my face since. I’m no longer angry with Meredith for being a lying, cheating bitch and no longer have to wait for her to return from her “business” trips just to get an unreliable, strained fuck. I owned Amy’s ass for as long as her husband kept fucking my wife. Now, it’s amazing how often Amy and I encourage our spouses to leave the house.

  Sometimes Amy and I go twice in one day; that’s the only time I ever finish in her mouth or pussy. Every other time, I’m using the neighbor girl’s asshole as my personal fucktoy.

  Banging at the Beach

  She actually liked buying people gifts on behalf of her boss. It gave her a chance to shop, but she always felt a twitch of jealousy when it was for a woman he was seeing, which was ridiculous since she was his employee and there’d never been anything even remotely close between them, except that he looked like Hugh Jackman’s slightly dorky younger brother and made her wet several times a week, most of the time just by saying her name.

  At least, that had been true until the previous evening.

  The previous evening was the main reason Jill had taken the day off. She sat soaking in the thick rays beating her back and the beach towel beneath her, as she watched the waves roll in and drench the sand at the small, private beach where she was playing hooky from another day getting run around at the office by her boss, Brian.

  Normally, she did everything she could to work the overtime, but today she needed to give the tingle between her legs a bit of a rest.

  Brian could manage his own shit without her for one day. Of course, he wouldn't. She’d be back in tomorrow, sweeping the floor from the mess that he made. But it was just one day. He could get to his appointments on time, and existing clients had his cell number. The office voicemail could pick up any stray incoming calls, and he could check his messages at the end of the day. He could get his own lunch.

  At least she wouldn't have to feel him stare at her tits and put an ache in her pussy.

  She’d been Brian’s executive assistant for half a year, and despite feeling like a mom sometimes — even though she was only 27 — she loved the job. She handled Brian like her older sister Naomi handled her five-year-old: she told him exactly what to do and when to do it; what to sign, who he needed to call back, and where and when he needed to get to his meetings — all in addition to handling personal business like dry cleaning and grabbing gifts from Amazon. Sure, the sun was shining and laying mostly naked beneath the rays sounded great, but she mostly needed to cool her cunt after staying late with Brian at the office the night before.

  They’d been going over the fine print on a deal from a client Jill didn’t like. In six months, Brian had come to trust her instincts. She had been arguing the point until well past dinner. He finally agreed that the deal wasn’t good and thanked Jill for her honesty. She stood from the conference table and dropped her pen. When she bent to pick it up, she had caught Brian staring at her cleavage. Not the first time, but usually he looked away. That night, he had kept staring, then put his hand on her leg, pushing her gently backwards and sliding his hand up her skirt.

  Jill had moaned involuntarily. He took that as invitation, leaned down, kissed her lightly on the lips, then breached her mouth with his tongue as he rubbed her pussy through the thin lace of her panties, instantly flushing her face and glazing her slit with her juices.

  Jill had moaned again, and Brian’s hands were already at her tits. She’d abruptly pushed him away from her and stalked out the door—even though she wanted to pull up her skirt, bend over the conference table, and command him to fuck her from behind.

  But even if her body had been screaming, she wasn’t ready to risk the best job she’d ever had.

  Now she was worried she’d done the wrong thing, whether the wrong thing meant not letting him fuck her blue the night before, or ditching work today.

  Jill could feel her inner thighs getting sticky as she remembered his hand sliding up her leg toward her panties, the lingering of his kiss, the wet of his tongue. She had come to the beach to give the feelings a rest, but her nipples were now rock hard and pressing against her tight bikini as juices flowed from her tight pussy.

  Jill’s slutty side was quickly rising to the surface. She believed all girls had a slutty side, but most never let it come out to play. She wanted hers to play with Brian. If she looked over and found him suddenly laying on the blanket beside her, it would take everything inside her not to fuck his brains out, no matter the consequence.

  Jill sighed, frustrated, then flipped over for a nap in the sun. She stretched onto her stomach, unfastened her top, then dropped it in the sand beside her. She was alone with the waves, with only a few runners and onlookers among the few dozen homes scattered along the beachfront.

  Jill had found the small, private beach while house hunting. A resident of the community was looking to rent, but decided to sell instead. She was disappointed, but found another house nearby, perfect for her size and budget. She loved her tiny cottage — a short drive to the city, and an even shorter drive to the beach where her tits were now browning in the sun.

  Of course she kept thinking of Brian, and of course her pussy started to ache, leaking into her bottoms and making her entire body hot. She looked from left to right, saw no one, then flipped back over on her back and started to pinch her nipples. A small moan escaped her lips, and she considered slipping her hand into her bikini bottoms and rubbing herself to an orgasm. It sure as hell wouldn’t take long. Her pussy couldn't have been wetter if she’d gone in the water.

  Wow, I really am a slut.

  Jill felt the hairs on the back of her neck bristle, and she turned behind her, seeing what she hadn’t noticed before — a good looking guy, standing on his balcony, staring. He smiled, then waved. Jill quickly turned around, humiliated.

  It was only fun when no one was watching.

  Jill rolled to her tummy so her tits were pressed into the blanket, then kept her eyes on the ocean. She wasn’t sure if he was still staring, or if it was just her imagination playing tricks behind her, but she was too embarrassed to check. A few minutes later, he was standing a few feet away, the same smile on his face. He looked shorter than he had on the balcony, but was now shirtless and sporting a rocking body, with visible abs, a shock of dark black hair, and perfectly bronzed skin. Jill had never seen him at the beach before. She said nothing, waiting for him to speak. She both loved and hated being leered at, and was dying for the silence to shatter.

  Mercifully, it did.

  “Hey,” he said, still smiling.

  “Hey,
yourself.” Jill tilted her head and found herself staring into sea green eyes, a sharp contrast against his dark hair and body.

  She wanted him immediately. She was already horny enough to consider finger-fucking herself in public, and now she suddenly had a toned body with a nice-sized fucktoy, which she could see outlined in his tight trunks. It had to be fate doing her a favor.

  Jill reached over and grabbed the tanning oil beside her, then handed it to the stranger. “Do me, will you?”

  “I’d be happy to.” He shrugged, acting like it was no big deal, even though she could clearly see a twitch in his dick. “But you have to tell me your name first. I’m Jordan.”

  “I’m Jill,” she said, then flipped from her stomach to her back and let the stranger see the same set of tits Brian loved to stare at as often as he could.

  “Wow,” he said.

  Jill said nothing.

  Her perky nipples made his smile wider. He knelt behind her and drizzled some oil into his palm, then massaged her stomach, rubbing the oil into her tight tummy. His hands moved up her sides, over her chest, then down to her tits. He massaged her breasts with his strong hands as she moaned beneath them.

  “Damn … you are so fucking hot,” he said between heavy breaths.

  His cock was no longer sort-of showing — it was practically on full display as it throbbed in his trunks. He continued to run his hands up and down her legs and along her inner thighs, stopping just short of where her clit was practically vibrating, but close enough to mix oil and juice.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, kneading her breasts and rubbing her nipples with her thumbs, not even caring who might see. She moaned again, harder, involuntarily lifting her ass in the air and contracting her cunt muscles as he moved up to her stomach and slid his hand across her slit.

  As soon as he touched her sweet spot, Jill jerked and moaned. Her body suddenly spasmed and a spray of cum squirted from her pussy like it sometimes did. “Oh fuck … oh fuck yeah,” she moaned.

  “Oh my God! Did you just cum?” Jordan asked. “And you can squirt!”

  “Mmmm....” Jill kept moaning. “I’m so sorry, but you were driving me crazy. I couldn’t help it….”

  “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’m gonna make you squirt like that all over my cock. Come with me.”

  Jill sat up and tied her bikini back on. He stood, his cock hard and pointed toward her. She wanted to pull his trunks down and swallow him whole, but good things came in those who waited. “Yummy.” She smiled, pinching her fingers and running them along the row of his cock.

  The stranger led Jill to his front porch about a hundred yards away, perfectly shrouded from any beach foot traffic from the balcony above. He pulled a blanket from a shelf above him, laid it on the sand, then sat, pulling her down beside him.

  Jill lay on her back and he lay beside her, leaning on his elbow. The stranger pulled her toward him and had her top untied and thrown to the side in seconds. He leaned down and lowered his lips to her perfectly round tit, suckling her as he slid his hand down her stomach and into her bottoms, grazing her soft and nearly hairless mound, before going further, sliding first two, and then three fingers into her slick hole, making her scream in pleasure.

  “Oh, yeah! Oh … I’m going to cum! Fuck me—oh, yeah, rub my hot clit…. Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

  His fingers easily slid in and out of her, his thumb making tiny circles on her swollen slit, pressing hard. She bucked against him, and another gushing wave of cum came pouring from her.

  “Oh, yeah, baby — that’s it, cum for me,” he whispered, violently pulling her bikini bottoms past her ankles, then taking his own shorts off and freeing his cock.

  The stranger kneeled and put his head between her thighs, licking the sweet cum from her sweeter slit, moving down from cunt to ass, drinking every drop of cum that he could, licking her up and down and sliding his tongue deep inside her folds as she bucked hard against him.

  Jill was furiously rubbing her tits and slightly arching her back. “Oh my fucking God…. Oh, yes!” She screamed, her back moving into a full rainbow as she pinched her nipples.

  “Cum for me. I want you to cum all over my face,” Jordan moaned, then returned his mouth to her pulsing groin.

  She grunted as lighting shot through her body, squirting again, this time spraying his mouth, chest, and cock. He was jacking his shaft, lubricating it with her cum. She sat up and stared at his dick, tan like the rest of him, with thick veins pulsing up the side. His head was thick and purplish, glistening from her cum.

  Ever since the first time Jill had shocked herself with a squirt, she had loved to taste herself, loved the taste of her pussy, and would have eaten herself out if she could. She shuddered as she slipped all four of her fingers deep inside her widening pussy, and then in her mouth, sucking greedily at the digits.

  Jordan continued to pump his cock as he watched Jill taste her own cum, then he moved closer, knees on either side of her hips. She sat up further, taking his large cock into her hand, barely circling her fingers around the thick of his girth. She ran her hands up his cum-covered chest, kneading her wetness onto his pecs, stomach, and chest. She leaned closer, licking his stomach and grabbing hold of his cock again, then slid her tongue down the thick vein cording from his cock.

  Jill cupped Jordan’s pussy-covered balls, then gently took them in her mouth, moving her tongue lightly around them. Then she came back up, licking him hard until he was in her mouth in a single smooth motion.

  “Fuck yeah,” he moaned. “Suck my dick, baby. Suck it nice and hard.”

  Jill licked and sucked, greedily pumping her mouth over the length of his shaft. Her mouth opened slightly wider every time she reached the head, letting it pop from her mouth as she eagerly devoured him, taking his entire length until it was tapping at the wall of her throat.

  “Oh my God … you are so fucking good,” he moaned, pushing Jill’s head hard against him and shoving his dick to the hilt. “That’s it, that’s it. I’m gonna cum … suck my cum!” Jordan was in a full groan. Then he moved to a whisper, body and balls tightening, groaning as hot jizz shot from his cock and into her mouth. She swallowed the first shot, then pulled away and let him jerk the rest of his cum onto her face and tits.

  He moaned as his remaining cum splattered all over her face and body.

  Jordan collapsed while Jill rubbed his thick load across her tits and onto her nipples, moaning the entire time. She rubbed his cum like cream into her skin, then moved her fingers to her face, wiped his cum onto her digits, then shoved them into her hungry mouth. “You taste amazing. I love it….”

  “Not as good as you…. Your cum is so sweet. I know why you like to taste yourself so much.” He grinned.

  “Let’s call it a tie.” She smiled. He pulled her close, then crushed his lips against hers, darting his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned as his soft lips pressed against hers.

  Jordan turned Jill onto her knees, then knelt behind her, cock still hard.

  “Now I’m really gonna make you scream,” he grunted, guiding the tip of his dick into her waiting hole.

  He had just pushed himself inside when she squirted all over his cock.

  “Oh!” She moaned as he slammed inside her, slapping her ass. His cock grew harder with every thrust, until he was just as hard as he was before she sucked him off. “Oh, yeah, fuck my hot cunt … I can feel your cock throbbing inside me! Fuck me!” she screamed. She kept cumming, shouting over and over.

  “Oh, yeah, cum on my cock, baby. Shoot that hot, juicy pussy-cum on my cock.” He was balls deep in a heavy groan. His hands were firmly on her hips as he pushed her head on the blanket and slipped one finger into her pussy, sharing the hole with his cock, as another finger probed the pucker of her ass.

  “Yes! Finger my ass … fuck me!” Her cry was muffled as she pressed her face hard on the sand. She cried out, squirti
ng again, her cum dribbling down his dick.

  Jordan’s finger was in her ass and his cock in her pussy. Jill lost all control, bucking her ass wildly against him. She moaned like a whore as he continued to fuck her.

  “Oh, yeah—oh yeah, I’m cumming!” Jordan cried as he fucked his cock deep into her hot little cunt for the second time.

  “Ooh … ooh….” She panted, another orgasm rocking her body as his hot cum shot inside her.

  After a few moments, Jordan rolled off Jill and she fell to her back, hand over her flat stomach. They were both exhaling heavy, sitting in silence and catching their breath.

  Jill leaned onto her side, her head on her elbow. “Wow, that was fantastic,” she said, a grin on her face.

  “Yeah, it was.” Jordan smiled. “You are one hot girl.”

  “Thanks,” she said. “You have no idea how much I needed that.” Jill stood, then stepped back into her bikini bottoms and fastened the top, then kissed Jordan passionately on the lips and told him that she hoped she’d see him around.

  He told her he sure as hell hoped so, too.

  Jill ran to her blanket, quickly packed her stuff, then ran to her car, eager to return home. She took a long and scalding shower, threw on a short skirt and skin tight top, then drove to the office and marched into Brian’s office, her heart pounding the entire way.

  He looked up, startled.

  Jill closed the door and locked it behind her. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

  I Fucked My Way Out of a DUI

  Fuck.

  I did it.

  The one thing I promised myself I’d never do, and truly believed I wouldn’t.

  Right now, I don’t even know what to think of myself.

  I cheated on my husband, Rex, the love of my life.

  Part of me wants to cry, even though I know he’ll understand. He won’t be mad at me, because he’ll see it wasn’t my fault. I did the smart thing, the thing he would have wanted me to do.

  Or maybe that’s just what I tell myself because I know I can never tell him. Even more, I can never tell him how much I enjoyed it.