42 Filthy Fucking Stories (22 page)

I placed my hands on his back and brought his weight down on me. The pressure of his body felt amazing against my bare skin as he lay with his dick still inside, breathing heavily and trying to find the steady of his breath

The feel of his dick inside me and the bone of his groin against my clit did nothing to quell my desire for another drink of the most amazing feeling to ever rock my body.

My skin was still humming so hard, I wondered if it would ever stop.
 

Joe lifted his eyes to mine and must have seen the lingering glaze of desire.
 

He smiled, then fondled my breasts until he was hard enough to do it again, which we did several times until the sun rolled 7:00 am into the workday. The night had faded, but the summer that would define me had just started.
 

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The BIG SURprise
 

Dwight was the creepiest regular at the coffee shop. All of us girls thought so. Everything about him was creepy, from his sunglasses to the hat he never took off. But his wife, Angelica, was fabulous so we all tolerated him. Besides, there was no proof he was anything like the creep I imagined him to be.
 

He was an amateur photographer, and when he asked me if he could photograph me, it creeped me inside and out. But I said yes anyway. Probably because I’d never had studio shots taken before, but it also could’ve been because I knew he was hot for me because of the way he stared at my chest.
 

I love my breasts; big, yet firm with soft pliable nipples. I love how they jiggle in a loose tee-shirt, and love how they press against the cotton when I’m wearing a tighter tee. Something about the way Dwight leered, in a harmless “old dude” sort of way, that made me want to let him enjoy them too. Sure, Dwight was creepy, but he unlocked something inside me.
 

Since I had been waiting for the perfect guy, time, situation, and place to all align like stars in the sky, I’d managed to make it to 19 without ever having sex. I was getting hornier by the day. A week before the photo shoot, I was walking around soaking wet at least six or seven hours worth of daylight, and pretty much all of the night.
 

Something about the way Dwight leered at me made me think he’d seen a lot of nasty shit in his time, and thinking about him seeing a lot of nasty shit made me think about what sorta nasty shit I might be able to enjoy if I ever dropped my guard long enough to let it happen.

So when I went to the photo shoot it was with curiosity in my mind and dew on my mound. I didn’t want Dwight to touch me, but I did look forward to playing with him, and making him want me.
 

I figured Dwight would probably spend half the photo shoot leering and wondering how many men I had slept with, like I do when I pass strangers on the street, especially girls with big tits and guys who have a dick big enough for me to see it pushing against their pants.
 

Dwight probably never would’ve guessed that the only thing that had ever been inside my slit besides my big plastic dildo, were about 40 or so fingers.
 

It was on my way to the photo shoot when I finally decided once and for all that I was over saving my virginity. My decision had nothing to do with Dwight, except that going to the photo shoots made me think about my tits, and my tits made me think about my pussy, and my pussy made me think about stuffing it with something fatter than a finger and fleshier than plastic.
 

I was there for over an hour, but the only thing Dwight took were head shots. I let my shirt slip from my shoulder and threw my head back, thrusting my breasts forward, but Dwight never made a move even though I could tell he was hard.

After he was done shooting, he loaded the shots onto his Mac and we sorted through the pics as his dog Jeremiah started nose-fucking my crotch. I never wear underwear and Jeremiah had his face in my middle like I was made of beef stew. Dwight was standing over me, looking down my shirt. I had deliberately left the top two buttons open, so I could torture the old fucker, but the game was getting old and the dog aggressive.

“You think you could get Jeremiah off of me?” I asked.
 

Dwight said, “He’s just getting to know you. He likes your smell.” His smile gave me the chills, though I couldn’t ignore the stir at my pussy.
 

He didn’t try to get Jeremiah off of me, but fortunately his wife, Angelica, came into the room and Jeremiah ran to greet her.
 

Angelica threw her arms around me. “Hello, Sarah!” she said. “Dwight said he was taking some shots of you today. Did he make you look beautiful? He always makes the girls look so beautiful.”

Everyone may have thought Dwight was creepy, but we all loved Angelica, a gorgeous import from Ecuador with a near perfect body. I had no idea what she saw in Dwight. He didn’t seem like he had the amount of money it should’ve taken to keep her, but what did I know.

We made small talk as Angelica looked through the photos with me, pointing to her three favorites, which happened to be my favorites, too.
 

Angelica poured us both some wine, then after the second glass she got super excited and started talking really fast. After the third glass she said, “You should come with us this weekend to
Le Corps Nu!
It will be so much fun!”
 
 

Le Corps Nu
was a clothing optional luxury hotel in Big Sur, with Jacuzzis and yoga classes and really amazing food. At first I was disgusted, even though the thought of seeing Angelica naked made my inner thighs sticky in a way I hadn’t expected. After a few more glasses of wine I was warmed up enough to like the idea of Big Sur the same way I liked Dwight’s eyes on my tits.
 

I continued to tease Dwight the rest of the night, and by the end of the evening I was just drunk enough to mean it. When he went to put on an album by “The Boss,” who hadn’t been the boss in like a million years, I leaned over to check out the cover of Nirvana’s Nevermind, pressing my breasts into the back of his neck. My skirt was short and I could feel Jeremiah desperately trying to needle in between my legs. When Dwight turned toward me my nipples were erect and my pussy was moist.
 

I went home that night, horny as fuck. Two days later I was in the back seat of their car on the way to Big Sur. I still thought Dwight was creepy, but I’d thought of little else over the previous two days besides the trip. Whatever happened happened, and it would stay between me, Dwight and Angelica.
 

I had imagined one scenario after another during each of the previous two nights as I soaked my fingers with juices and widened my hole with my thrusts. I promised myself that for the first time ever, I would actually let myself go during the weekend, no matter what.
 

We checked in and the manager acted like Angelica and Dwight were Kate and William. Dwight pushed me toward the front desk and into an awkward introduction. The manager looked maybe five years older than me, with a messy mop of brown hair, that somehow managed to look neat, and a sharp nose above a seemingly genuine smile. He looked me up and down, not even trying to hide the slightly erect and rather enormous cock bulging from his sweat pants.
 
He introduced himself as Steve, and then led us to our chalet, two rooms side by side.
 

“Grab your robe,” Angelica said. “Then meet us by the Jacuzzi. It’s dark out there and there aren’t many lights. You’ll be able to get a glimpse of the Carmel lights, twinkling through the trees. It’s beautiful!”

I wasn’t sure what to wear, or not wear, but decided that my breasts were my best asset, so I put on some bikini bottoms which felt like armor since I hadn’t been keeping my pussy covered for several months.
 

The Jacuzzi had three people in it, all middle-aged. I was the youngest by at least a couple of decades. Just off the wooden deck there was a bar, warm and inviting. There were three bartenders, all topless and all male. Couples dotted the outside in high back oak chairs. Angelica’s robe fell to the concrete, and she then lowered herself into the tub, where everyone else was soaking in their naked flesh.
 

I smiled at the sign on the bar wall:
Love is the only thing that is free, give generously
, and felt suddenly self-conscious about my bikini bottoms.
 

I turned my back to slip them off, and felt every eye on me.

I didn’t see or feel Dwight slipping into the water, but when I turned he was waiting for my grand entrance. I reminded myself that I’d promised to really let go for once, dropped my robe to the concrete, and eased myself into the tub.
 

The water was hot, but it was even hotter between my legs. Angelica smiled at me. Her breasts were big, and slightly heavy, her nipples sinking completely below the waterline. “Why don’t we go for a drink?” she suggested.

A drink sounded great, and this didn’t seem to be the sort of place that asked for ID. I stepped from the hot tub naked, and stood in front of the heater as hot water dripped from my glistening body.
 

Despite the dryness from the heat, my pussy was soaking and my nipples were two little bullets. Two minutes later I was sipping a martini, and staring around the room. There was a couple in the corner, either unaware of the world around them, or turned on by its countless eyes. The woman pulled away, kissed the man on the cheek, and walked to the bar. Her partner stood and followed her, his cock fat enough to fuck a tailpipe.

Remarkably, I didn’t flinch. I wanted to reach out and touch his dick even though I knew I wouldn't. The woman got her drink, and then led the man to a couch still in view but slightly off-set. She lay down and he immediately started lapping his tongue on the swell of her slit. I could hear her moaning.
 

Dwight whispered, “You can go and watch if you want, there is a viewing gallery over there.” He pointed to the other side of the courtyard, but I shook my head like I wasn’t interested. When I went to the bathroom a few minutes later, I stared at the man plowing into the woman from behind.
 

I’m sure Dwight saw me, but I didn’t care. I had to dam the flood in my pussy. I wanted dick, but I didn’t want it to be old or shriveled, and I didn’t want it to be Dwight’s, even if Angelica was in to that sort of thing.

“Are you O.K?” a man asked from the other side of the pillar where I had stopped to stare. It was Steve, the guy we met earlier at reception. He was standing over me, staring. Normally I would have felt vulnerable, with his 6’2” height and muscular frame overpowering me, but instead, it sent me toward a trembling arousal like nothing I’d ever felt. I wanted him instantly and would have done anything he asked.
 

I think he could smell me.
 

Steve smiled, then took my hand and placed it on his dick, then held my wrist and moved my hand to rub his dick, up and down under the cotton before dropping his sweat pants so I could feel the heat and hardness of his massive swollen cock.
 

My breathing was heavy and fast. He pushed me down and I willingly fell to my knees, putting my lips over his enormous erection without even thinking. I’d never let a guy inside me, but I’d swallowed plenty of cum, and even as early as 16 I knew I gave a damn good blow job.

I wanted Steve’s dick all over my face, so I slapped it on my cheeks and stared up at him with my hungriest eyes. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, softly moaning the entire time, then pulled me to my feet, removed my robe and carried me to a nearby couch, dropping me onto the leather.
 

I glanced up to see if there was a viewing area, and sure enough I saw Dwight in the shadows, aiming his camera at our two naked bodies.
 

Steve slapped his cock across my face, then lowered his mouth to my slit where he started to lick my clit. I wanted his cock back in my face, but didn’t want to interrupt the sudden Shangri-La between my legs. I moaned loudly, and he shoved his tongue between my folds over and over until I came hard against his mouth.
 

I pushed Steve off of me as one orgasm after another tore through my body. Steve smiled, then stood, glancing around the room, wanting the world to see me writhing. My nipples were tight and I couldn’t stop shaking. When I finally lay still, Steve climbed on top of me, then slapped my face again with his pipe-hard dick.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said.
 

I whimpered a please, and he slid inside me. My pussy was so soaking wet that he made it inside with little friction, even though I’d never had a cock inside me before. He moved slowly at first, then with a decisive shove. It was beautifully painful, hot and rigid, up and down inside me. Like the plastic dildo I keep under my bed, but better.
 

Steve pumped harder and harder, his urgency building. Just as he was about to climax, he pulled himself from my pussy and came all over my face.
 

I lay there, loving the feeling of his hot milk on my cheeks, and running my tongue across my lips to pull some of his salty cream into my mouth. He nibbled on my ear, told me I was amazing, and then disappeared.