Sex Every Day, Volume 1: 7 Single Serving Fantasies

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Rex was spending a week in Austin for SXSW, just him and his best friends from college. His week away was supposed to be low-key for both of us. I was going to handle a few clients for my quickly-growing landscaping business, and tidy up some loose ends I’d left dangling over the last several months of courtship, then celebrate the end of the week by going with my best friends to the Maroon 5 concert Friday night.

  That’s it. I wasn’t going to stay out late and party with them, and would barely be drinking. I definitely wasn’t going to go out looking for guys. No alcohol, or at least not much, no into-the-early-a.m. partying, and definitely no DUIs. Those days were over.

  The five of us met at the Blue Rock Amphitheater: April, Hannah, Deirdre, Melissa, and of course me. April had been the first and only girl to ever put her pussy in my mouth, back in our freshman year of college, but those days were long since over.

  The concert was fun, like every evening I’ve ever spent out with my four favorite girls. The concert was plenty. I had fun, and when it was finished, I wanted to go home, just like I promised Rex I would. When the show ended around midnight, I had no desire to go to a nightclub with the girls. It wasn’t even like I was just telling myself that, like I would have been once-upon-a-never-again.

  Going out for one more round of hoorah was April’s idea, of course. Like me, everything makes that girl horny — wetter than an open hose. April preferred getting pounded, flipped, and pounded again, in every hole and on most days ending in Y, exactly like I used to. But the only thing pounding me these days was Rex, which was exactly how I wanted it. Or so I thought.

  Which is why he can never know what happened.

  April begged me to go with the girls, and after I said no, she got the entire chorus — Melissa, Hannah, and Deirdre — all begging along with her. But I held my ground. They wanted dick and I didn’t. My cock was in Austin.

  We took separate cars to the concert, since I figured they’d go on safari for cock long before we were standing in the parking lot arguing. After I finished my fifteenth minute of insistence, we said our goodbyes, then I got inside my Ford Focus and started driving home. I was 19 miles down the highway, and four from home, when I saw the flashing lights behind me.

  Fuck.

  I wasn’t crazy about pulling over on the narrow highway, so I took the next exit and killed my engine on the side of the road. Seconds later, one of the two officers got out of his cruiser and approached the Focus. He tapped on my window with his right middle knuckle and I rolled down the glass. The cop looked like an older, slightly out of shape Jude Law, but with less hair and a chin to spare.

  “Yes, officer?” I said. I wasn’t even fucking speeding!

  “Any idea why I pulled you over?”

  I didn’t have a goddamn clue.

  “No, officer.” I shook my head. “Sorry, I don’t. I was driving the limit, right?”

  “You were.” The officer nodded. “But your right taillight is out, and it’s dark out here on the highway. Any idea how dangerous that is?”

  It was maybe a little, but certainly not worth being pulled over for after midnight. Honestly, I thought the cop was being an asshole. He sure was cute though. “Sorry officer,” I said. “I promise to get it fixed as soon as I can.”

  “You been drinking tonight, Miss?”

  Fuck!

  The last thing in the world I needed was a DUI, especially since I promised Rex I wouldn’t drink. My record couldn’t afford it, and my new — and best-ever — relationship couldn’t either. At least the cop hadn’t asked me for my license and registration. I figured that was a good sign I might get back to the freeway with only a warning.

  Of course I’d had something to drink. You don’t go to a concert and have nothing to drink. I’d had a couple beers, but that was hours before and I had been a good girl. I wasn’t the slightest bit tipsy.

  “Yes,” I answered. “I had two beers a couple of hours ago.”

  “We’re going to have to give you a breathalyzer,” he said.

  If I were smart, I would have said no to the breathalyzer anyway — then none of this would’ve happened. From what I know about breathalyzers — I’d had more than my share — that shouldn't have been a problem. The alcohol should have left my system, but a few minutes after the test, I was staring at an 0.8, and the biggest mistake I’d made in a long time.

  The officer said, “We’re going to have to take you into the station for a blood sample.”

  I nodded, not knowing what else to do, then leaned in my seat and started to softly cry, hoping my tears might be my get-out-of-jail-free card.

  But unlike a few of the cops who had pulled me over in the past, this officer didn’t seem to care; he just stared into my Focus while I cried harder.

  A different me at a different time may have been moved into action. I might have propositioned the officer straight out, offering to swap my sweet, tight, pink little pussy for a free ride, or make the same offer with my mouth if he preferred it up top. But because of Rex, my mind wasn’t there at all. I probably would’ve submitted, and gone to the station, but I noticed the officer staring at my legs before moving his eyes to my tits.

  Our eyes met, and I figured, why the fuck not? It wouldn’t have to go far.

  I slid down in my seat and hiked up my skirt, reasoning that a tease might tempt the officer out of my ticket. Sorry, Rex.

  I slipped the palm of my hand in between my legs and started rubbing my soft skin lightly, up and down.

  With his interest now clearly piqued, I said, “Please, Officer, is there any way I can talk you into giving me a warning?” I made a sound that was something like a whimper, a little like I was upset over the ticket, but also a bit like I had a dick inside of me. “If I go to the station and submit to a breath test, I’ll lose my job. My boyfriend will kill me since I was supposed to be babysitting my niece tonight, and not at a concert. I’m really sorry, but it really was only a couple of beers, and a few hours ago. I was sure I was safe to drive. I wasn’t speeding or swerving or anything, and I had no idea my taillight was busted.”

  I looked up at Officer Jude, batting my eyes, hoping he’d have mercy on poor little me and that I wouldn’t have to do anything that would make Rex too upset with me—even though, now that I was touching myself, I wanted to. I’d worked hard to change my ways.

  The officer took a long look at me, then turned without a word and went back to his partner, waiting in the cruiser behind him. He was gone for less than a minute before returning to my window hiding what I’d swear on a stack of bibles was a smile.

  “Normally, we’d have to take you back into the station, and require either a blood or urine sample,” he said, then added, “before searching you for drugs.” He leaned through the open window and into the cabin. “But I suppose we could conduct our search here. If you’re a good girl for us, then I suppose we could send you on your way.”

  The way he said good girl gave me a clear picture of how good I’d have to be.

  I didn’t have a chance to answer before the second cop — a skinny John Goodman-type — was standing behind the first.

  “She decided yet?” he asked.

  Damn. Someone was eager.

  I figured since they were cops, they probably wouldn’t take things too far. Every officer I’d ever had before, including the assholes and the one who had given me my first DUI, were totally by the book. Even then, I thought they might just want to feel me up and send me on my way — even if I was fantasizing about a little more.

  I said, “You can search me,” then stepped from my car and leaned over the hood, splaying my palms on the metal and sticking my ass a bit in the air. I gave them a little wiggle, just to let them know I was game. More than anything, I wanted them to hurry the fuck up and get it over with.

  Officer Jude came up behind me. He ran his hands up my legs, then around to my stomach, pulling my blouse from my skirt before slipping both hands under my shirt and squeezing my tits hard. I f
elt a flare go through me. He said, “Just making sure you’re not hiding anything inside,” before pulling his hands from my bra and leaving me shivering.

  Officer Goodman stood a foot away, watching.

  Even though I had promised myself and my boyfriend I’d be good, I couldn’t turn off the part of my body that loved being watched, felt, and smelled like an animal; the part that loved to have my body fondled, even from a couple asshole cops.

  Already, my nipples were bullet-hard and my pussy a soaking, skin kissed by the crisp, earliest-morning air.

  Even though Officer Jude already made sure I wasn’t hiding anything in my bra, his hands were back on my tits, pinching my nipples and making them harder. He told me to take off my shirt while Officer Goodman gently pushed me down onto the hood.

  I looked up and down the empty asphalt, wondering if anyone ever drove by past midnight. We’d been on the side of the road for nearly ten minutes, and I’d yet to see a single car. My shirt was off with my tits illuminated by the twin beams from my Focus. I stood straight, acting like I wasn’t horny or impatient, even though I was a little of both, as Goodman slipped his hand down my skirt.

  “You’ve no idea how many women hide things down there,” he said. “Drugs, weapons, et cetera. We see it all the time.” Officer Jude looked tense, watching as Goodman slowly slid a finger inside me. “Well, damn,” he said. “You’re so wet….”

  It was true. I couldn’t have men looking at my body, twisting my nipples, and sticking their fingers into my pussy without juicing all over them. As much as I had tried to deny it, I still loved all that submissive shit, and they could tell. I doubted they would have gone this far if they couldn’t.

  Something inside me was purring.

  Officer Jude said, “Lean down,” then pushed my body harder against the hood. The cool metal felt good against my breasts, and made me wetter. One of the officers — I wasn’t sure which since my back was to them both — lowered my skirt, then my panties.

  A second later, I felt a finger slip into my asshole.

  Fuck, that feels so goddamn good!

  I moaned, unable to help it.

  “Soaking wet and loving every second,” murmured Officer Jude.

  The other said, “Listen to her moan!”

  I knew it was bad, but I could feel my pussy wanting the officers to take their turn (and time) with me, one in the front and the other in back.

  “Okay,” I said, slowly turning to face them. It took all my strength not to let them continue, but a part of me still felt guilty about Rex. “You’ve checked me out. No weapons and no drugs. I think it’s safe to let me go.”

  They must have thought I was playing a game. They seemed interested. Officer Jude said, “It’s gonna cost you more than a handful of tits and sticky fingers if you expect to get out of a drunk driving charge.”

  I wasn’t drunk, and they were testing my limits. Everything inside me screamed for more.

  Before I could protest, I was wearing silver bracelets with both officers standing in front of me. Goodman — the taller of the two — dropped to his knees, parted my legs casually, and buried his tongue in my cunt.

  I wanted to scream, mostly because I loved it.

  I tried to swallow my squeals, but they fell from my mouth anyway. There was no way I could fight the cops, but I really didn’t want to. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my mouth hung open as though its hinge were broken. Officer Jude shoved his cock inside it.

  Rather than resisting, I threw myself into the hummer, hoping to quickly end the encounter.

  Officer Jude started fucking my face like he was paying for the pleasure while his partner lapped faster at my pussy. Once finished, Goodman stood and lifted my legs, spreading my pussy wide, and shoved his throbbing, hard cock deep inside me.

  His strokes were deliberate and slow, the opposite of Officer Jude, who was pounding my mouth furiously. The contrast of the sweet air on my sizzling slit was delightful, and I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been so aroused. Goodman gathered speed while Jude started to slow down, knowing he was seconds from spilling seed, and likely wanting to prolong the encounter.

  I was moaning like a complete whore. Habit sent my fingers to my sweet, sticky middle. I flicked at my clit, still cuffed, while Officer Goodman pounded me from behind. He cried out, fucking me like a machine. “What a horny little slut!”

  Maybe I should’ve hated him for that, but it only added to my excitement.

  I came, hard.

  Then I came again.

  “You’re gonna be dripping for days,” he promised, plowing into me harder.

  I came a third time as Officer Jude flooded my mouth. I love the taste of cum, and guzzled as he gushed, unable to stop moaning as one orgasm died and another swallowed my body.

  Officer Goodman delivered the first part of his promise as he shot a white-hot stream of cum into my cunt. It felt like a gallon, erupting inside me and dribbling down both of my inner thighs.

  He was done fucking me, but wouldn’t withdraw. He looked at Jude. “Man, I’m sure her mouth was something else.” He wiped his brow. “But you really missed out. No lie, this is the wettest woman in creation. Swear to fucking Christ.”

  He smiled at me, and I smiled back. The officer slowly pulled himself from my pussy, a centimeter at a time, until he popped his cock out into the crisp air.

  I hoped Rex wouldn’t hate me.

  They removed the cuffs and I went for my shirt, wanting to cover my cold tits first and let the cool air kiss my clit a couple seconds longer. I didn’t expect Officer Jude to slam his cock inside my cunt without warning, not after it had emptied in my mouth a moment before. But there it was, rock hard and throbbing inside me.

  “Holy shit,” he groaned. “That is nice.”

  His thick dick had been wide in my mouth, but the length and girth felt fuller in my soaking wet hole, even through my own juices and the load of seed still swimming inside me. He was fucking me and getting his dick covered with his partner’s cum.

  Officer Jude was more aggressive in my pussy than he’d been in my mouth, or maybe he just knew he’d have to work harder to get off the second time. He palmed my pussy with one hand, furiously rubbing, while pulling my hair with the other, thrusting hard enough to throw me into an involuntary scream.

  I loved having my hair pulled almost as much as I loved my clit flicked and pussy pounded. I came again, losing count of the night’s orgasms as the officer pulled his dick from my pussy.

  I wanted to beg, to plead with him to shove it inside, even though I had a boyfriend and he likely had a wife. Even though his partner was still watching.

  “You want it back in, don’t you?” he taunted me, knowing I did.

  My cunt was aching, but I said nothing.

  “Beg me and I’ll put it back in.”

  His throbbing cock said he wanted to unload in my pussy as much as I wanted him to, but I refused to say anything.

  At least until he dragged the head of his cock along the length of my slit and sent me into a lingering whimper.

  “Beg,” he ordered.

  Officer Goodman was suddenly hard again, with his dick hovering an inch from my mouth.

  I whimpered, so wet and wanting that I finally fell into begging. Sorry Rex! “Put it in me!”

  “What?”

  “Shove your cock in my cunt!”

  Officer Jude rammed himself back into my pussy as Officer Goodman started fucking my mouth, the ménage now inverse of our original positions.

  “Slut!”

  “Whore….”

  “Cumslut!”

  I wasn’t even sure which officer said what. Time was blurry as fresh orgasms flooded my body. The world went dizzy and I barely registered a car flying by — the only one in the near half-hour I’d been there, getting fucked.

  I bucked my body and widened my mouth, taking a hard dick in two of my holes. Officer Jude finally lost himself to a deafening roar, pushing his dick
to the hilt and sending several shots of spunk splattering hard against the walls of my pussy.

  I moved my mouth harder against the dick inside it, licking the officer’s shaft and twirling my tongue around the tip, wanting to suck the cum into my mouth. Seconds after the cop in my cunt emptied inside me, the one in my mouth filled me with cream, too.

  I swallowed every drop.

  No words were spoken. The officers tucked their cocks into their pants, looking almost ashamed, though it was hard to tell in the dark, then zipped up, returned to the cruiser, and roared off into the night, surely embarrassed for letting themselves succumb to my desires. I wondered if they thought about the passing car, and if we were in any jeopardy of getting found out.

  I climbed inside my Focus and started driving home, my body on fire and brain buzzing. I felt a little bad that it had happened, but mostly because I enjoyed it every second of it.

  Even if I could one day gather the courage to tell Rex what happened, I could never tell him that I was already fantasizing about it happening again.

  The Drug Lord’s Whore

  Rick disliked most of the dumb shit that made up his job, but this part was definitely one of the dumber, shittier things. He sat staring at the woman across his desk as she twirled the ends of her blond hair around her long, skinny fingers, her legs crossed and body frozen — both of them doing the same exact thing they’d been doing for the last seven minutes.

  Sarah Hudson wasn’t going to talk. None of them ever did. For reasons that only made sense in a psychology textbook, women like Sarah always stayed loyal to these sniveling, no-good drug dealers who did nothing for them but break their hearts then drop them like hot rocks when they were done.

  Sarah was cute, too. Rick hated that he cared, and hated that he couldn't help but look even more. Her thick, blond hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and her tired eyes looked downright exhausted beneath the heavy awning of her mascara.

  She kept staring into Rick’s eyes with her tired smile, drawing lazy circles on her pants leg with a slender finger. He couldn’t hold her in the office much longer, but hated to see her go running back to the prick he couldn’t put away, even though he’d been trying for a big fat year and a half.