The XXX Files Season One (Episodes 1-4)

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Brad smiled like a wolf, then stood, intentionally brushed his throbbing cock against her tits, and slipped inside the bathroom, waiting.

  The goth girl came inside the bathroom less than a minute later. Brad was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, zipper down, and massive cock throbbing.

  She locked the door and ran to Brad.

  He could smell how much she wanted to fuck.

  Brad spun the girl around so that her back mashed against his chest, He slipped his fatty into the crack of her ass, then lifted her teeshirt over her tits.

  Even though Brad had expected that the girl wouldn’t be wearing a bra – fat nipples behind the cotton swore as much – the sight of her without one drizzled a drop of pre-cum from Brad’s still throbbing cock.

  The girl’s nipples were gorgeous, fat and pink and ready for sucking. Brad twisted them, one in each hand, until she pulled away, dropped to her knees, and took his entire rager into her mouth.

  She teased his tip with her tongue, lapping her wet skin along the length of his shaft, licking him all the way to his balls as she rubbed her pussy vigorously with her palm.

  A fantastic set of tits swung beneath the bottom of her shirt as her head bobbed up and down. The sight was enough to send Brad’s first blast of cum shooting like fire from the ass of a rocket into the girl’s overheated mouth.

  She looked up, eyes wide and disappointed, but didn’t stop, or even slow. If anything, her slurping gathered speed, swallowing the all of Brad’s still gushing geyser, and taking his entire load like cream in her coffee.

  The girl lifted her lips from his dick, then started jacking the shaft, covered in spit and spunk. His cum continued to splatter, splashing the girl’s face, along with a bit on the wall. Brad tilted his dick toward her tits, aiming at the line between them.

  Like a crazed, cock hungry, cum starving slut, the girl started to lick the cum from Brad’s still hard cock, as though his broken promise to fuck her into the best orgasm of her life didn’t matter a drop.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  Brad pulled her to her feet, grabbing a tit and sucking hard on the nipple, teasing her with his tongue, while squeezing and kneading her other perfect C with his right hand.

  “Oh oh oh!” she moaned, unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them down past her waist, then stepping through the puddle at the bottom.

  Brad pulled the girl’s panties to her ankles, smelled them like a Sasquatch, then threw them to the floor and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.

  He shoved his tongue inside her sopping wet cunt. She screamed, loud enough to shatter the tiles on the wall. Brad’s tongue bashed against her swollen clit, in long and frantic circles, running up and down the slick of her soaking slit as she bucked against him, screaming loudly. “Oh yeah, don’t stop!”

  The quicker Brad’s tongue darted, the louder the girl moaned.

  Brad kept going faster and faster.

  He clamped his mouth on her nub, then started to suck, slipping three fingers into a wide, wet hole that felt like a meat ringed bucket of water.

  “Oh yea, finger fuck me like junior high!” She screamed. “OH GOD!! Don’t stop, don’t stop, DON’T STOP!! Eat my hot and aching pussy!!” The girl started muttering incoherently as her pussy spasmed, shooting juices from inside her. “Oh Baby Jesus,” she said, her fingers curled around his still fat fuckstick. “You have to fuck me NOW!”

  Brad shoved her hard against the wall. “Tell me you fucking want me,” he growled, rubbing her tits and still teasing her cunt with his hand, juices drizzling like honey from the sides.

  “Oh God. YES, PLEASE I need your cock RIGHT NOW!!” The girl shuddered beneath Brad as he held his cock against her hole, rubbing it hard against her slit. “Please stop,” she begged. “I need you to FUCK me. PLEASE, I want your cock!”

  Brad rammed his throbbing cock inside her, forcing a squeal from her mouth.

  Sure enough, her cunt was pie from the oven.

  Brad started grunting as he plowed her hard, slapping her back hard against the tile.

  He closed his eyes and thought of Willow.

  “Fuck yeah, baby. Fuck yeah.” She seemed seconds from tears. “I’ve never felt anything this FUCKING GOOD in my LIFE!”

  Brad kept grunting, slamming the girl harder and harder, getting off on the sounds of sloshing through every thrust. He could feel his cum welling inside, and was almost afraid of the violence in his coming eruption.

  “Oh yeah, fuck me hard, ram that dick inside me!” the girl gasped. “Oh God, I’m going to cum again,” she moaned. The girl bucked her body against him as he grabbed her hips and began banging against her as hard as he could.

  “OOOOOHHHHH AAAAAHHHH FUUUCK MEEEE!” she screamed, her entire body twitching.

  “Mmm baby,” Brad moaned. “I love fucking you so hard, I’m going to shoot my hot cum right into your sweet little cunt, you got it?”

  “Oh yeah, I want it, I want that so bad.” She moaned, “mmmmmm.....but you know what I really want mmmmmm.....?”

  Brad answered by violently slamming his body against her.

  “I want you to ram your fat dick as far up inside my piping hot ass as you can.” The girl was now more moan than words, and Brad was barely able to make out the end of her sentence. “I promise it’s twice as hot as my pussy.”

  “Fuck yeah,” Brad said, “I’ll fuck your tight ass right now, then jack off while thinking about it tonight.” He pulled himself from the girl’s pussy, set the tip of his dick against her dirthole, then stuffed himself inside with one brutal thrust.

  “Oh God, oh Jesus, yeah, fuck it!!” she screamed. Brad wondered how many people must be listening on the other side of the door. “Ram your fingers into my cunt!”

  The girl shoved her body against him, wiggling her tight ass.

  Brad’s thick dick thrummed inside her asshole, as his fingers probed, pounded, and curled against her G-Spot.

  “Mmmmm, yeah, Ooooohhh GOD, your big HARD COCK feels sooooo good!”

  “Aaah, baby, you’re fucking amazing!” Brad growled, then said, “I’m going to cum in your ass. Is your tight hole ready for my hot load?”

  “Oh yeah!” she screamed. “Fuck me hard and cum inside me now!” The girl kept moaning as Brad thrust into her faster and harder. “OOOHHHHH!” she screamed as another orgasm tore through her body, then another, continuous, her body on fire, every touch, every thrust, wracking her body like current in a wire.

  Brad’s balls tightened as they emptied a creamy waterfall into the heat of her ass.

  “Oh God, yes, cum inside me, OH GOD. I want to feel you leaking from my ass all day!” She squealed, then, “I’m cumming again!!”

  The girl shuddered through another orgasm as he continued to cum inside her. She was screaming even louder, almost as if she was starting just as Brad was finishing, wiggling her ass against the throb of his dick, and milking him dry as he finished his thrusting.

  “Mmm, mmm,” she moaned, falling to the floor in a breathless heap. “That was unbelievable.” Brad smiled, still amazed by the Red Breath that made women want him without boundaries.

  “Don’t mean to fuck and run,” Brad said. “But I’ve gotta jet. Mind staying in here for five minutes, so we don’t shame walk down the runway together?”

  “Sure thing.” She laughed. “I usually have my coffee here on weekdays, but it looks like I’m going to have to find a new place.” She looked up at Brad. “Totally worth it, though.”

  He smiled, nodded, then left the room as the girl grabbed a roll of toilet paper from one of the stalls and started to clean herself.

  Brad crossed the coffee shop, from bathroom to parking lot with every eye on him, then dinged the door on his way out, climbed inside the Lincoln, and tore from the parking lot of Java the Hut.

  Brad was on the trail, but aimless. He drove without any idea where Willow might be, aimlessly steering for two hours while tr
ying to tune his mind into Willow, without any hint of reception.

  Then it happened.

  His mind flashed with a memory of the hooker from the evening before, using her tongue like a starving demon, sliding up and down the full length of his shaft as his tip tapped the back of her throat. She swallowed his first gob, then took the rest of his load on her face, just like the night before.

  And just like the night before, she moaned, twisting beneath Brad as he kneaded a nipple with one hand and rubbed her to sopping with the other.

  But unlike the night before, this time the hooker turned into Willow.

  She stood from the bed, then turned to Brad.

  Brad was suddenly buried beneath a bottomless need to fuck her. Still driving, he started stroking his cock. Willow said, “You’re almost there. Just keep going.”

  Brad floored the gas, as Willow told him exactly where to go.

  XXX

  Chapter Two — Willow Monroe

  Willow raced towards Brad as she drew him closer to her.

  It was finally time to end the bullshit. The Red Breath inside her had given Willow more amazing experiences than anything she ever could have imagined before Dr. Richard Madsen and Helix Pharmaceuticals and Advancements.

  Red Breath made her feel like a God, Aphrodite, and slinky liquid sex. She knew what it was like to be a star, supernova and galaxy. Willow had been fortunate enough to inhale the air of eternity without having to die.

  But Helix had also taken everything away.

  Willow was on the run, and would be forever. No matter what she did, her thirst would never be quenched. The more she covered her biscuit in batter, the more she wanted every one of her holes stuffed and fucked and smothered and covered.

  She couldn’t do it anymore, it wasn’t worth it.

  Brad Hammer had the key. And if he didn’t, Randall Best would.

  Brad was in pursuit, and had been ever since Willow had left Madsen naked and dead in his $800 a night hotel room.

  But now, Willow wanted to be caught.

  She had seen it in a dream. Brad’s from the night before. Willow was able to see Brad whenever she wanted, n her sleep and throughout the day if his mind was on and her reception was good. But it was different for him. Half the time his conscious mind wasn’t even aware she was there.

  Like the night before.

  They were on a moonlit beach alone. Unlike most of their mutual dreams, in this one they were clothed, at least until Brad pulled the long string of Willow’s skimpy top, spilling her perfect tits into the salty air.

  She crossed her arms over her body as the ocean breeze kissed her skin.

  Brad nudged her hands away, then leaned back to admire the cream of her freshly exposed skin, supple and begging for tongue. He bent over, flicking her nipples with his tongue and turning them into a matching set of tiny bullets.

  He started sucking her gently.

  “Harder,” she begged through rasping, gasping breaths.

  He used his teeth, gently scraping outward toward her tips.

  Willow fell to the sand with Brad falling on top of her, then moaned beneath his body. Arching her back she shoved her tit deeper into his panting mouth. Brad pressed his dick into the crease of her pussy through the thin material of her bikini bottom, and sent her thrashing against the sand.

  Brad tore the bikini bottoms from Willow’s body, then positioned his pant muscle at the mouth of her pussy and whispered, “Are you ready for me to fuck you into tomorrow?”

  Willow whimpered, “Yes, like always. I need you to fill me with your cum.”

  Brad slid his cock into her soaking wet hole, then slammed her into a scream, splitting the silence of the salty evening air.

  Brad was an animal, grunting and growling and roaring and thrashing, shoving his beef into her bread, deeper and deeper, sending her into deafening screams, withdrawing his dick to the tip, then slamming himself back inside her, as she rocked her hips in time with his.

  He slipped his hand behind her head, gently tugging at Willow’s curtain of wavy hair.

  She was in the dream world, with no true concept of time.

  If felt like seconds or maybe days before Brad’s balls tightened and Willow finally felt the first blast and shudder of his thick stew, shooting from his pipe hard cock, filling her center in cannon like bursts.

  Willow’s eyes popped open as she rocked wildly on his cock, sending a sharp current through his body as her pussy tightened around his dick – the two dream lovers cumming in unison, thrusting in tandem as Willow milked shot after shot from his cock.

  Brad lowered Willow’s body to the sand and covered it with kisses. She looked in his eyes; haunted and hollow and filled with something Willow didn’t want to see.

  “What is it?” she said.

  Brad looked like he could cry.

  Willow pulled him back to the sand. “You can tell me,” she said.

  “I have to kill you.”

  Willow shook her head. “You wouldn’t do that to me,” she said. “You couldn’t. Not now when we are almost as one.”

  “What do you mean?” Brad said.

  “You can’t hurt me,” she said. “Because you don’t want to. Whether you realize it or not, Brad Hammer, you love me. The love may be chemical, and only there because of the Red Breath. But even so, its reality is as real as the green in my eyes.”

  “But I have to save Grayson. Giving you up is my only choice.”

  “That’s not true,” Willow said. “You’ll see.”

  The dream was starting to flicker on its way to the end. Sand turned to grass, and the stewing sea into a narrow, bubbling brook. The sky was blue, except for the billowing pillows of hovering white.

  Willow repeated, “You can’t hurt me. You’ll see.” She took his hand and squeezed it.

  Brad didn’t remember the dream from the night before, but he didn’t need to. His mind was open now. She was leading him to her, and they were thinning their distance by the second.

  His mind was in torment, wondering whether he should turn her in, or allow her to go. Agent Hammer shot from the hip, and as he usually did, he was weighing consequences and trying to determine how much he had to lose by making things up as he went along.

  Willow wished she knew whether his desire to let her go was because of his love for her, or because she had planted the suggestion in his mind the evening before. It was easy enough to believe in Brad during their moon-kissed evening, when their minds melded in time with their bodies.

  Beneath the kiss of the moon, Brad was perfect and every word honest.

  But things were different under the harsh glare of the sun.

  Would he betray her?

  Was she wrong to believe in him?

  Was she nothing compared to Agent Grayson?

  All Willow wanted was for things to be like they were, back before Madsen. And back before Helix. She needed an escape, and if she couldn’t be certain she’d get it from Brad, then she would have to get it from Randall Best.

  It was time to give him a call.

  Randall Best was a technology futurist, serial entrepreneur, angel investor, and one of the world’s leading voices on emerging technology. He was also the CEO of Helix for the last 5 years running, and had his hands in everything from strength serum to spaceflight.

  Best’s company, Orbit Galactic was swallowed by Helix before Randall was named as acting CEO. His appointment led to a massive shift in company direction, moving from primarily pharmaceuticals to emerging technologies and, then rather suddenly, space.

  Willow wasn’t sure what the answers were, but she was sure Best did, especially since he was the one who had asked all the original questions.

  Helix was 18 months away from finishing construction of their giant spaceport, built on a massive 52 square mile parcel of land in eastern New Mexico.

  Willow wasn’t sure exactly how all the pieces fit, but she knew for a fact that Red Breath research had something to do with the N
ew Mexico facility. On the outside, Helix told stockholders they were planning to launch private citizens into space for $250,000 a pop, but she could hear between the whispers that something else was going on.

  Randall Best had plenty to lose. And people with a lot to lose, would usually do just about anything to keep it. Willow dialed the number she’d lifted from Madsen’s phone. Randall answered on the first ring.

  “Best here.”

  “Hello, Mr. Best. It’s Willow Monroe.”

  There was a long silence, filled only by the rise and fall of Randall’s breathing.

  “Willow,” he finally said, cool as a breeze. “How did you get this number?”

  “Didn’t you know, Mr. Best, you made me into a superhero? With Red Breath inside me I can get people to do anything I want, including handing over their phone and every number in it.”

  “Of course,” Randall said. Then, “I assume you’re calling for a reason, Ms. Monroe”

  “You assume correctly,” she said, “Look, Best, I won’t waste your time. I’m calling to give you a warning. Call your dogs off, now. Or I’ll murder the litter.”

  Randall laughed. “So incredibly violent, Ms. Monroe. I don’t believe that part of the Red Breath is our doing.” He finished his chuckle, then said, “But you are mistaken. I have no dogs after you.”

  “Don’t fucking lie to me or you’ll be finished, too. I don’t care how much security you have, it’s no match for the scent of my sticky. So I suggest you shut the fuck up and let me finish.”

  Cool as ice, Best said, “Okay, Ms. Monroe. Please say whatever you must say. You’ll hear no more interruptions for me.”

  “You need to call off your dogs. If you don’t, I will kill them one by one. And I will be thinking of you while I do it. Eventually, I will kill you as well. The only thing I haven’t decided is whether or not I will expose you first. I’m not sure if I want to scrub the earth first or not, but I sort of like the idea of leaving a legacy of humiliation; your family forever embarrassed – Adam, Jessica, Avery, and your wife, Angelica.”