42 Filthy Fucking Stories (51 page)

Sam had awakened a hungry beast inside of her, and it demanded satisfaction.

Jill’s body trembled with exhaustion. Sam pulled himself from inside her, then turned her around. Jill quickly bent over, giving him a fantastic shot of her round, firm ass and dripping pussy. He took his time so his prospective customers could get a good look at Jill’s great ass.
 

The entire time she was begging him to give her his cock, wiggling her ass and reaching down to spread her glistening lips so viewers could get a full shot of her juicy pink.
 

Sam teased her by running his fingers up and down and along the length of her slit. “Mmmmmm,” Jill moaned, shoving her ass against his hand.

“Look at that pussy,” Sam whistled to his viewers. “This bitch is so wet she’s dripping all over the ground!”

Indeed she was.
 

Sam panned to the ground so the viewers at home could see the small puddles where her pussy juice had leaked onto the asphalt. Jill reached over and started rubbing her tight asshole as she continued begging Sam to fuck her.

“What do you guys say?” Sam peered into the camera as if he were deciding to give Jill his cock or not. Jill writhed against her own touch, could feel her orgasm approaching at the simple thought of having Sam’s hard anaconda inside her again.
 

She hated him for teasing her, and herself for agreeing to the alley and all that came with it.

“What do you say?” Sam asked. positioning his camcorder by her face.

“Give it to me baby,” Jill moaned, licking her lips. “Give me that big, beautiful cock.”

“You asked for it,” Sam laughed, then stuffed his massive dick into her quivering pussy.

Jill threw her head back and pushed against his bucking body as she came. Her pussy squeezed his cock like a vice as her world spun out of control. Her knees buckled at the intense pleasure erupting through her body.
 

Jill had never had such a powerful orgasm, it left her lightheaded and swimming.

Sam forced his shaft through the tightness of her cunt, amplifying and extending Jill’s shattering orgasm. The camera’s view bounced erratically as he continued to viciously pound himself inside her.
 

Jill held onto the brick wall for dear life as she wildly rode through crashing waves of ecstasy, feeling every inch of his gigantic cock, down to the engorged veins feeding his manhood.

“Down down down,” Sam groaned as he quickly pulled himself from Jill’s tight snatch. He was ready to cum and had to give his viewers what they wanted.

Jill got on her knees with her mouth open, ready to take Sam’s cum wherever he sprayed it. He stroked his cock, his throbbing head looming just above her lips. He grunted and came.
 

Jill flinched as the first stream of his thick, hot lava splattered on her face. She continued to rub her clit vigorously, pulling hard on one of her large nipples as Sam’s cum coated her body.

Globs of thick jizz covered her heaving tits, painting creamy white lines across her face. She couldn’t believe a man could cum so much and for so long, but it was hot and made her feel like a dirty whore. She was paid to fuck him, so that was exactly what she was: a dirty, filthy whore.
 

A shot of Sam’s load spewed into her mouth, making her gag and cough in surprise. She almost spit, then conceded to swallow the cream. When Sam finally finished, he panned his camera for the world to see the magnificent mess he had made of the anonymous woman on her knees in the alley.
 

She had tears streaming down her face from when she gagged and one eye was plastered shut with his milky seed. “Look at that slut,” he told his viewers. “Older women are definitely hot. Just look at that!”

Jill held her pose as Sam continued to demean her in front of the world. When he was done, he told her to wipe his cum from her face and rub it all over her tits. She immediately obeyed, leaving her heaving breasts glistening with the slick of his seed. When Sam was satisfied, he thanked her and left without another word, leaving Jill alone and naked in the filthy alley.

She leaned against the wall as she watched Sam leave. She had never felt so embarrassed or humiliated in her life, and couldn’t believe she had agreed to do the video, despite knowing what would happen ahead of time. She gathered her clothes and headed back to her shop, naked, not caring what the people around her would think or say.

Besides, potentially millions of people would get an up-close look at her, and without the large sunglasses at that. Deep down Jill hoped she’d see Sam again. She never had the chance to thank him, or tell him that she’d be happy to appear on his website whenever he wanted, with or without being paid.

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Officer Cock
 

Rachel looked around her upside down apartment and felt a shudder flutter through her body. She couldn’t believe she’d been robbed. What complete, total, utter bullshit. Her apartment was inside out, but so was her comfort. How could she possibly go to sleep tonight, how was she ever going to feel safe in her space again?
 

Crap was everywhere, her apartment completely ransacked, with so much stuff strewn about; she didn’t even know what was missing. The roll of twenties she kept in the bottom of the fake can of cat food was still there, which proved whoever robbed her was an idiot since she didn’t even have a cat. Not that it really mattered; the roll that held nearly $400 when she first moved in was now down to $60.
 

Her jewelry was there, too, and her clothes were in six or seven giant piles, along with the scattered mountains of DVD’s. Her old laptop was gone for sure, and so was her iPod. However, beyond that, she didn’t have a clue what was MIA. Fortunately, she’d been at the library with her new laptop, so the loss wasn’t too big of a deal.
 

She pulled her cell from her pocket and dialed 911. A kind sounding woman answered and Rachel said that no, it wasn’t an emergency, but that she had just been robbed and would appreciate an officer coming out to take a report as soon as possible. The woman on the other end of the line told her not to worry, and to stay calm. An officer would be there momentarily. Rachael said thanks, hung up, tossed the phone on the couch, and waited. Fourteen minutes later, there was a knock on her door.
 

She opened the door to an officer that was so hot; Rachel practically thought someone had ordered her a stripper. Of course, all officers were hot, unless they were fat, but this one was smoking.
 

Rachel loved guys in uniforms, especially cops. It made her feel a little nasty since her dad was a cop, but hell, you liked what you liked, and she liked fantasizing about cops, even though she’d never actually had one. However, Rachel had been so upset by the robbery; the thought of a cop’s baton had been the last thing on her mind.
 

The officer’s thin black badge said “Randall.” He had a dark mop of thick hair, in need of a trim, though the mess framed his nearly gray eyes almost perfectly.

He stepped inside the house, looked around, introduced himself, and tried to make Rachel immediately comfortable. She felt safer already.

“Any idea who could have done this?” he asked his eyes from his pad to her eyes.

“No,” Rachel shook her head, still trying to keep from shaking. “I’ve been gone all day. I was at the library because it’s finals, and if I stay home I end up wasting the day on Facebook.”

Rachel gave Officer Randall a thin smile. He nodded, then took a camera from his pocket and started snapping pictures, asking questions and dusting for fingerprints. He kept looking up at her and smiling, reassuring her that everything would be okay – just be another few minutes and then he’d be on his way.

However, Rachel didn’t want him to leave. Hell, he could stay the night if he wanted to!
 

Rachael felt a flush in her cunt, then laughed to herself, surprised at the filthy thoughts worming through her mind less than an hour after she’d been robbed.

What was wrong with her?

She wondered if it was the uniform or the comfort, but before she had a chance to ponder too deep, she felt a wave of embarrassment, realizing that she looked like utter shit. She was still dressed for a trip to the library where she expected to see no one, and wouldn’t have wanted to be bothered even if she did. She was wearing baggy sweats and no makeup, with her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail.
 

“How long have you been a student, Rachel?” Officer Randall met her eyes again, his soft voice soothing her rattled nerves.

“I’m a senior, graduating later this year.”

Officer Randall kept smiling. “What’s your major?”

“Communications,” she laughed. “Though I’m already bored with it.”

He laughed with her, then said, “So what is it you do you want to do?”

“Not sure about that yet.” After a minute of silence, Rachel added. “I’d love to make documentaries.”

“Really? I would love to do that, too. But I think I’m stuck being a cop, at least for a while.”

“Well, I bet you’re pretty good at it.” Rachel laughed. “So, what do I do now?” She gestured around her trashed apartment, still trying not to cry.

Officer Randall put his pen in his breast pocket and his clipboard under his arm, then shook his head and said, “Honestly, there’s not much you can do except clean up and make sure you keep the dead bolt locked. This seems random, not personal, but if it makes you feel any better, you could have a friend come over and stay with you, maybe for a night or two, until you feel safe.”

It was only a moment, but Rachel caught the officer’s eyes. Somewhere in between the word “better” and the word “safe,” he bulls-eyed on her tits. She hated wearing bras, and traveled without one whenever she could, including her day in the library. Maybe it was the chill in the apartment, or maybe it was thinking about how Officer Randall could keep her warm, but Rachel’s little nipples were turning into big bullets, not yet rock hard, but pushing against the thin cotton of her tee.
 

Once Officer Randall started looking, he couldn’t stop. He was fumbling over his words and doing everything he could to keep from staring at her chest, pulling the clipboard back from under his arms and scribbling some sudden and likely unnecessary additions.

Rachel noticed the unmistakable bulge in his uniform, protruding from the front of his pants and promising a nice, long length of lip tickler. The only thing Rachel liked better than a guy in uniform was a guy in uniform ready to fuck her. The fantasies were mostly in her head, she’d only had the pleasure of taking off a uniform twice. Once with a lab assistant and once with a guy on leave during a trip to San Diego. The first was barely memorable, the second impossible to forget.

Rachel wondered how far Officer Randall would go. He was on duty, but the size of his bulge said it wouldn't take much to get him out of his uniform and into her pussy.

Rachel felt the usual sticky coat the insides of her thighs, then figured what the hell; she had nothing to lose except maybe a minute of embarrassment. And he’s the one who should be embarrassed, anyway. He couldn’t see the soak in her socket, while she could clearly see the plump in his plug.

Officer Randall continued to scribble while Rachel started picking at the piles on the floor, bending low as he tried not to watch. Her nipples went from hard to harder as the cotton rubbed against them. She stayed bent with her ass in the air for a full minute, gathering a pile of DVD’s, and then she finally stood to face him.
 

Rachel could see the rock in his cock, and he could clearly see the stiff in her nipples. The game was on. “Would you like a drink, Officer Randall?” Rachel purred.

“You can call me Steve, and yeah, I’d love a drink, but I can’t since I'm on duty.”

Rachel laughed, and then waved her hand in the air. “I didn't mean that sort of drink, silly. I meant something non-alcoholic. Something we could sip together.” She took a step toward Steve and met his eyes. “You must be awfully thirsty.” Her bottom lip pouted as she finished her sentence.

“Oh,” he laughed, then shook his head and looked away. “That’s okay, I’m fine.”

Rachael cooed, feeling slutty. “Yes, you are!”

She couldn’t tell if his cock was getting harder, but his face was definitely starting to flush. “Are you flirting with me?” he said.

“Who me?” Rachael took another step forward. Steve retreated a step, then lost his footing and fell back onto her end table.

Rachel had gone from lightly aroused to fucking horny; knowing she was turning the officer on had turned her damp hole soaking. “That’s not flirty,” she shook her head. “But this is.” She turned her back to Steve, and then pulled her sweats down low enough for him to see her bare ass beneath.
 

Officer Randall stood in front of her, mouth gaping.
 

“Or maybe if I did this,” Rachel peeled the tee shirt from her body, and then stood with her perfect tits pointing in the air.
 

Steve started breathing heavier, still sitting at the edge of the table. Rachel looked down at his dick, smiled at his twitch, then climbed on his lap with her face to him, rubbing the heat of her pussy all over his cock and smearing her tits in his face.