42 Filthy Fucking Stories (56 page)

Her pussy was suddenly aching, hungry for more of his touch.

His cock was pushing hard against his trunks, and Allie felt a sudden flush of relief. In the most insecure depths of her brain, Allie had feared he wouldn’t find her attractive enough to fuck. Seeing the swell of his dick got her pussy pounding.

Mike pulled her toward him, then covered her neck in a rainbow of kisses. She sighed as his lips lingered along her neck. Allie’s hand shot toward his crotch, reaching under her shorts and stroking his cock, quietly pleading for him to take her.
 

******

Another couple walked by as Mike pulled the string of Allie’s top, spilling her tits into the salty air. Instinctively she pulled an arm over herself as the ocean breeze slapped her skin. He pushed her hand away, then leaned back to admire her freshly exposed tits, perfectly supple and begging for tongue.
 

Mike bent over and flicked each nipple with his tongue several times, turning them into a matching set of tiny bullets. Once hard, he took them one by one into his mouth and suckled them gently.
 

“Harder,” she begged through gasping breaths. Mike applied pressure with his teeth and scraped them outward to the tip. Allie moaned beneath him, arching her body and pushing her tit deeper into his open, panting mouth. He pushed her back into the earth that had been dug to protect the walk way from the rolling tides, then pressed his dick into the crease of her pussy through the thin material of her bikini bottom.
 

This sent Allie into a fit of thrashing against the earth behind her. She took a hand to move the cloth from between them as he ripped the Velcro apart, freed his cock, then picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist, balancing her between him and the wall of dirt behind them.
 

Mike positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy, then said, “Are you ready?” She whimpered a yes, then he slid his cock into her tight and slippery hole.
 

Allie lightly squealed, then laughed as he shushed her. He must’ve touched her
 
especially deep because she lost herself to another scream, even louder, as he withdrew himself to the tip, then slammed his cock inside her, slowly thrusting as she rocked her hips in time with his, easing into the moment.
 

Her straw hat fell to the sand, then gently glided toward the ocean. Allie inched herself toward Mike, nudging him deeper, and covering his body with kisses.
 

Mike laughed at her dizzy eyes. It looked as though her head was swimming, soaking in alcohol and ecstasy.
 

Mike kept fucking her, feeling every bit as alive as he’d flown to the Bahamas to feel.

Allie’s eyes were closed, her head lulled on the dirt behind her. Mike was starving to see the glistening of her gorgeous green eyes, so he slipped his hand behind her head and gently pulled at her curtain of straight black hair.
 

He had no idea how long it was before he finally felt the tightening of his cock, followed by the immediate blast and shuddering release of the thick orgasm leaving his body in almost violent bursts. Her eyes popped open as she rocked wildly on his cock, sending a sharp crackle through his body as her pussy tightened around his dick, the two of them cumming together, thrusting their hips in tandem with the rattling of their internal convulsions, milking shot after shot from his cock.
 

Her feet hit the sand as he lowered her legs. She swayed on the sand as though trying to pull sense from her surroundings. They had drawn a crowd, which made them both burst into embarrassed laughter. A light round of applause echoed through the air behind the sound of crashing waves.

“Now that’s what all ‘alive’ moments should feel like,” Allie said, looking in his eyes, both right then, and then every day for the rest of the week.
 

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Sorry, I Gave at the Office
 

“Sorry, I gave at the office,” the man with the beady eyes and pointy nose growled, slamming the door in Natalie’s face.

“What the fuck ever, asshole,” Natalie whispered to herself, staring at the peeling paint on the slammed door. It always amazed her how rude people could be, especially during her last three weeks collecting for
Fresh Start
, had shown Natalie a side of humanity she was eager to forget.
 

It was perfectly fine if you didn’t want to give to charity. Not everyone had disposable income, and some people needed charity themselves. But even if you wanted to be a selfish dick, and not give anything to anyone ever, even if you could, why not just say so? Why lie? There was no way that fucker had given at the office.
 

Natalie trudged from the house, then crossed the street and rounded the block on her way to the next bank of houses.
 

She had been walking the neighborhoods for hours, all morning and now into the early afternoon, knocking on stranger's doors and hoping to raise money for
Fresh Start
, a local charity that helped out of work people in the city find jobs tailored to their skill set so they could get quickly back on their feet.
 

The charity was important to Natalie, since she’d lost her job and house in early 2009, and
Fresh Start
had helped her quickly recover by finding her a job in an accounting firm. Turns out, Franklin was right – you couldn’t escape death or taxes, even in a recession. And since Natalie wouldn’t ever want to work in a morgue, she was happy her skills with numbers had landed her a sweet spot at Dodge and Helms.
 

She’d been working as a number cruncher at Dodge and Helms for the last three years, and now that tax season was over, she wanted to take a month off to help
Fresh Start
with their annual charity drive.
 

It was amazing that people wouldn't give money to a cause like
Fresh Start
, yet were perfectly willing to give a buck to a bum to help him buy a bottle of liquor. Shit like that really pissed her off. If you could say, “Hey buddy, can you spare a dollar,” you could say, “Welcome to McDonalds can I take your order?”

That last guy was nearly the straw to break her camel’s back, but she knew she had to keep going, despite it being approximately 4,000 degrees outside.
 

Come on Natalie, just keep going. Plenty of people never gave up on you.
 

Natalie smiled, scanning her clipboard. She wanted to squeeze in another three blocks before calling it a day, though she was dying to get home and was flirting with the thought of quitting early. But a flashback to how bad it had been for her two years earlier pushed her feet across the concrete.
 

It felt hotter than Afghanistan, not that she’d ever been there. But Natalie hadn’t been prepared, and could feel the sweat beading across her lower back and behind the bend in her knees. Maybe one more block, then she could grab something to eat, and cool down a little before finishing her list.

Natalie kept walking, knocking, and swallowing rejection for another full hour until finally finding herself in front of the last house before her promised break. She was exhausted, and almost decided not to knock. Though she was in her mid-30’s and hit the gym three times a week, all the walking under an unforgiving sun had taken its toll on her feet. Natalie made the mistake of wearing heels along with her sheer blouse and slacks so she would look as professional as possible while asking strangers for money. Now her feet needed a massage, as did her entire body.

Natalie knocked on the door and patiently waited. So far, she had made just $220 for
Fresh Start
, through the entire morning, and not one penny since the beady-eyed asshole who claimed he gave at the office.
 

She tucked a long lock of hair behind her ear then knocked again, but still there was no answer. Almost happy she didn’t have to face rejection beneath the scorching sun another time, Natalie turned toward the street. She was one-step off the porch when she heard something that sounded like splashing coming from the back yard of the house.

Natalie wondered whether she should intrude on the residents, and maybe peek over the fence to grab their attention. She wouldn’t like it if someone invaded her privacy like that, but she figured she’d be willing to listen for charity, and after all, how many people had crossed boundaries on her behalf?

Maybe she’d get lucky. She wasn’t willing to go back to the
Fresh Start
offices with anything less than $300, and if she managed to clear $80 at this house, she could call it a day. And something about it just felt right.
 

“Hello?” Natalie shouted, searching the sides of the house for a gate, or something she could stand on to look over the fence. More splashing encouraged her to continue. She found a gate and knocked loudly, again shouting, “Hello?”

“Hello?” a man’s voice answered back.
 

Natalie was thrilled he’d heard her, and hopeful he wasn’t upset at the intrusion.

“I’m collecting for
Fresh Start
,” she answered from the front side of the gate. “We’re a charity that helps down and out citizens get back on their feet. Can I please ask for five minutes of your time?”

Natalie waited patiently, nerves at a rattle. She hated rejection, and the morning had given her little else. The man said nothing, but Natalie’s eyes went three shades brighter when she heard the metallic sound of the gate unlatching. It squeaked open and a good-looking man in his mid 30’s peeked from the other side, dripping with water, a towel draped over his shoulders.

“I know
Fresh Start,
” the man said. “They helped my buddy Marco like you wouldn’t believe, ha, or maybe you would. Great charity.”

“Wow,” Natalie stammered. “That’s wonderful. I’ve never had a response like that before.”

“Ha, yeah,” the good-looking guy smiled. “I imagine most people pretend they’re not home, or swear they gave at the office.”

Natalie laughed. “That’s about it.” She held out her hand. “I’m Natalie,” she said.
 

He held his hand out. “I’m Kyle.”

His touch was strong but soft. She imagined he probably worked in an office, or maybe from home. “I hope you don’t mind talking while I swim my laps,” he said. “I wanted to get a little workout since my evenings get crazy.”

“Of course not!” Natalie replied. “Besides, you’re already wet!”

Natalie thought she sounded stupid, but covered it with a polite laugh. Kyle smiled and led her to his pool. Natalie couldn’t help but notice his rather stunning physique – well toned with a V torso, like a superhero. And his ass, barely covered by his tight, tiny Speedo. Yummy! She wanted to reach out and give it a good squeeze!

Natalie was surprised by her own wandering thoughts, coming unexpected from nowhere and making her hot body, already baked by the sun, even hotter.

Kyle dove into the pool as Natalie dove into her pitch. Kyle listened for a minute or two before cutting her off and suggesting she remove her obviously uncomfortable heels, roll up her pants, and dangle her legs in the cool water.
 

Natalie was grateful for the offer, and happy to oblige. She dipped her feet in the cool water and they practically sighed with relief. As Natalie rattled off the benefits of
Fresh Start
, as Kyle swam. Eventually, he traded his cuts through the water for massaging her feet, and while Natalie thought the motion was extremely forward, it felt amazing.
 

“How was that?” Kyle asked, finishing with her right foot and dropping it in the water. Natalie stretched her legs, and exhaled in a long, contended sigh.

“Amazing,” she said, with more of a flirt in her voice than she had meant. “Thanks!”

“Tell you what,” Kyle propositioned, “Of course I’ll donate to
Fresh Start
, just like I do every year, but in the meantime, why don’t you hop in the pool and let me rub your shoulders. You look like you could use a break.”

Natalie felt unsure. Was he hitting on her? Maybe he was, and maybe she was going too far to hit her day’s quota, but the man looked great in a Speedo and gave a hell of a foot massage. What did she have to lose? She would have said yes, but quickly realized that she didn’t have a suit. “I would, but I don’t have a swimsuit,” she said.

“Just wear your bra and panties,” Kyle smiled, clearly determined to get her in the water. “I won’t look, and once you’re in, it will look like a bikini through the water.”

Natalie imagined Kyle massaging her shoulders, and maybe more. The simple thought put a strong tingle in her twat. “Since you put it that way, why not?” she said.

Kyle smiled, and then turned to give her privacy. Natalie stripped to her bra and panties, and then dipped into the pool. The water was cold, but refreshing, taking her nipples from erasers to bullets in seconds, as her pussy quivered from the cool water soaking through her panties.

Kyle’s hands felt amazing on her shoulders and she involuntarily shuddered.
 

Every so often, her ass would bump against him from the movement of the water. Kyle didn’t excuse the touch, or prevent it, but he also didn’t do anything more than massage her shoulders.