Fifty Shades of Lexi Maxxwell

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Autumn whispered for Sam to touch her tits. His hands went everywhere – groping, squeezing, twisting, pulling. He fondled her only a moment, Autumn moaning the entire time. She stood from her crawl on the floor and climbed him, rubbing her nipples across his face, down his body, before finishing with a full minute in his lap and a return to the floor.

  Autumn returned her full attention to Sam’s dick for who knows how long, pouring through a series of moves that were unlike anything Sam had ever experienced. At one point, his head swimming, Autumn pulled her lips from his dick and stared him in the eye. His cock was aching, all feeling replaced by the pain of longing. She made him beg, before mercifully wrapping her fingers around the bottom of his thick base and meeting her fingers with her lips.

  Sam started to pull back, afraid he would lose his load, but he’d never been more turned on his life. Autumn was sexier than fuck, on her knees, head bobbing up and down on his dick, as the sounds of slurping drowned the music and spit dribbled from her mouth and through the seams of her fingers.

  Autumn pulled her mouth away, then, holding Sam’s cock by the base, slapped the head of his dick against her tongue and face. A bolt of pleasure shot through his body. She stopped and held Sam’s eyes while slowly jerking him off. He barely had the energy to moan.

  She pinched the tip of his cock and started to whisper. “I’m gonna make you cum, but I want you to know something first. I’m going to swallow it all. If you want to cum on my face, I’ll take it like a happy slut.” Autumn kept stroking and Sam figured he had another few seconds before he lost it all. “But nothing will feel better than shooting your hot and sticky load into my hungry mouth, then watching me lick my lips as it slides down my throat.”

  Sam felt a sharp shot of pain as she pinched the tip of his cock to keep him from cuming. Autumn returned to his lap and seemed to double her efforts. He knew that no matter what, he was about to lose it.

  She took his hand and put it on her tits.“Okay Sammy, I’m going to milk you dry.”

  “OH! FUCK! AHHHHHH!”

  Sam lost it.

  He’d never cum so much in his life. There must’ve been a half gallon worth of creamy loads, blasting from the thick barrel of his cock into the warmth of her waiting mouth. Sam was crying and moaning, lost in euphoria. He could hear her gulping, barely keeping up with his explosive flow.

  He continued to cum and she continued to swallow until a stuttering blast gave her a final gulp and Sam collapsed into the cushions of the couch.

  Autumn ran her fingers up and down Sam’s inner thigh, then slowly pulled her lips from his dick, careful not to make any sudden moves, then finished with a series of light, lingering kisses, licking the remaining drops of cum from his shaft.

  “Thank you,” she said. “That was delicious.”

  The blowjob had rocked his world, but Autumn thanking him for the pleasure sent him into another orbit. All he could do was moan for several minutes until he finally managed to ease his tongue into a question.

  “Oh my fucking Lord, Autumn,” he said, “I have to know, where in the Hell did you learn to do that?”

  “Oh, I’ve been waiting to do that with you forever,” Autumn said, still smiling.” She was cuddled into Sam on the couch, an oven of heat beside him.

  Sam was speechless, even after he’d caught up from his minutes long moaning. Now that he could speak, he had no idea what to say. Every inch of him wanted to worship Autumn. No one had ever given him anything like that, and he felt horrible for thinking what he was thinking, but sometimes you just couldn't keep thoughts fenced where they belonged.

  Autumn had sucked his cock like a pro, no denying it. It wasn’t just amazing, it seemed almost rehearsed. Especially the “thank you” at the end.

  One of the things Sam loved most about Autumn was her innocence. At least what he had perhaps naively assumed was her innocence. There was nothing innocent about the last half hour. And while he could do that all day every day, for the rest of forever, he had to recalibrate his feelings.

  Part of him suddenly wanted to push Autumn away, but the amazing truth was that most of him was already thinking about fucking her mouth again, or better yet, her pussy. If she could do what she’d done on her knees, he could barely imagine what she would do on top of him.

  Sam could already feel the blood returning to his cock. He bent over the couch, picked up his boxers and Levis, then slipped them over his leg. He fell back against the cushions, exhausted.

  Autumn said, “Oh, I wore you out, didn’t I?” then giggled.

  She rose from the couch and gathered her things while Sam was a sack on the couch. She came over, kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “Rest well Sammy, because tomorrow it’s my turn.” Like that, she was gone.

  Part of Sam wished he’d had the guts to press the issue, ask Autumn where she’d learned to blow like a pro. He couldn't stand the thought of starting a relationship founded on lies, or at least half truths he didn’t understand. The sensible part of Sam was glad he’d kept his mouth shut.

  He could analyze shit again in the morning. For now, it was time to get to bed and deal with his second hard on of the night. Sam snuffed the apartment lights, went to his bedroom, peeled the clothes from his body, then slipped into his bed.

  His cock was surprisingly thick considering it had just emptied a sea of seed, still glossy from the adventure. He couldn't believe how horny he still felt, as he started massaging his balls with his left hand as stroking his cock with the right.

  He closed his eyes, imagining Autumn’s full breasts and the feel of her hard nipples against his skin. After only a minute, a drop of pre-cum dripped from the tip. Sam grasped harder, sliding his skin up and over the head, in steady, relaxed strokes with even rhythm.

  Eyes closed, his mouth hung open, breathing heavy. Sam stroked faster and faster until his hand was a blur from base to tip, imagining Autumn’s face in his lap and her whisper in the air.

  I’m gonna make you cum, but I want you to know something first. I’m going to swallow it all. If you want to cum on my face, I’ll take it like a happy slut. But nothing will feel better than shooting your hot and sticky load into my hungry mouth, then watching me lick my lips as it slides down my throat.

  The head of Sam’s cock was slathered in pre-cum, an inch from the edge. His body stiffened and his moans echoed through the empty room. Strands of cum shot from his cock; one, two, three, blasting into the air, then landing in a gooey carpet on his belly.

  Thank you, the memory of Autumn in his ear. That was delicious.

  Sam fell to sleep in seconds, wondering how many men his girlfriend had been with.

  XXX

  Kirsty Poole: Remember To Say “Thank You”

  “Morning, Abby,” Kirsty said, greeting her secretary as she opened the office door.

  Kirsty saw the new guy, Gerald, sitting in a chair by her desk, his mouth an O of perfect shock. Gerald was the stranger she met in the Escalade, the stranger whose cock she swallowed, whose cum had coated her throat, the stranger she hadn’t stopped thinking about for more than a few minutes at a time since he had rattled and blasted in her mouth and all over her face the previous Friday.

  “This is Gerald,” Abby said. “He’s been waiting to meet you.”

  “I believe we’ve met,” she said, face red.

  “Gerald was just telling me he’s leased a one-bedroom in the Nakagachi. Six blocks away for six months.” Abby handed Kirsty a cup of coffee, black.

  “I’ve heard the Nakagachi is gorgeous,” Kirsty said. And it was. All steel and glass, and dark wood. Like his Escalade.

  “It is,” Gerald stood to greet her and held out his hand. “It’s good to see you again.”

  Kirsty was speechless. Abby said, “Where do you two know each other?”

  Gerald answered and Kirsty wanted to fuck him for it.

  God bless that man.

  “Kirsty was kind enough to meet me after preparing last Friday. I had jus
t checked into the Nakagachi, and wanted to go for a drive and see the new office. We bumped into one another down by the gargoyles.” Gerald turned to Kirsty and smiled. “She made me feel instantly welcome.”

  “Ah,” Abby said. “Kirsty is like that. I’ve worked here six years now. She’s wonderful. Truly, nicest boss I’ve ever had. You’re going to love working with her. I guarantee it will be worth the move.”

  Kirsty was grateful Abby was giving her a reason for the blush on her face.

  Gerald said, “I have a feeling you’re right,” then gave Kirsty another wide smile, this one impish enough to make her wet.

  “Thank you both,” Kirsty said, still blushing, both on her face and in her panties. “Those are kind things to say. If you’ll excuse me, I need a few minutes to get settled, and tend to an urgent, unexpected email before we get started. Abby, please gather the Ackerman and McKinley folders, plus the zip drive, and meet me with Gerald in the Conference Room in 15 minutes.” She turned to Gerald. “Gerald, it’s good to see you again.”

  Gerald’s smile was still fixed to his face. Sincere, warm, inviting. Grateful.

  She was still wet, and getting wetter.

  Kirsty went to her desk, sat, then waited for Abby and Gerald to leave. When they were both out the door, she opened Skype and clicked on the icon with her friend Celeste’s face. Celeste picked up her cell on the third ring.

  “Hey K, I hate it when you call me on Skype. It just shows a bunch of numbers, and I think it’s some bullshitter who’s gonna take a few minutes trying to bullshit me. I don’t like it. Use your cell like everyone else in the world.”

  “Fine,” Kirsty said, pacing. “But I need you to listen and don’t have long. I’m in a rare moment of weakness and want your advice.”

  “Sure,” Celeste said, obviously curious. “What’s up?”

  “You know that shit you’re always trying to get me to do?”

  “Weed?”

  “No, Celeste. And I told you, edibles are fine. I just don’t want to smoke it.”

  “Swallowing cock with random strangers?”

  “Yes!”

  “Really?” Celeste laughed. Because I was totally kidding. So what does this mean, did you pull a shift at some glory hole over in Edison Park?”

  “I’m not you,” Kirsty said, knowing Celeste would take it as a compliment. “But I did something pretty bad, or good according to you. It happened last Friday.”

  “And you didn’t tell me? You bitch. Not telling me is way naughtier then whatever cock swallowing you did.”

  “I would’ve told you, but we haven’t seen each other. And now it’s an emergency.”

  Celeste gasped. “You got caught?”

  “Not exactly.” Kirsty leaned closer to the monitor and started her story. “Last Friday, dumbfuck Damon was supposed to pick me up at 8:30, but didn’t. Left me waiting. Shocking, I know. So I called for a town car and an Escalade showed up 10 minutes later. I figured they sent the SUV since I called last minute. But it wasn’t the car company, it was a guy who wanted a hummer.”

  “No way!” Celeste was laughing hysterically. “That’s a scene in a porno. You got in?”

  “I was already in the Escalade when I realized what was happening,” she said, then added, “Please stop laughing,” when Celeste couldn’t, or wouldn’t stop cackling.

  “So you did it?”

  “Hell yeah I did it,” Kirsty said, surprised how wide she was smiling, and how wet she still was. Remember Mikey McFoxyFox from Sigma Chi.”

  “Of course.”

  “This guy was like that. Totally my type. I haven’t been hotter in years.”

  “Oh my. You didn’t tell Damon, right?”

  “Hell no. Made him fuck me like a sailor all weekend, though. Things were actually great.”

  “So what’s the problem? You swallowed some guy’s throat yogurt and had killer sex with your boyfriend all weekend. You sound like one lucky bitch to me. Why are you bothering me while Rick is in the shower? I could be thinking about what Johnny’s gonna do to me in 96 minutes from right now.”

  “There’s a new guy at the firm, Gerald. He has a six-month contract. There’s talk of offering him partner if he lives up to his promise. His resume’s amazing. On paper, the real deal. We’re lucky to have him. He and I will be working side by side so I had to stay late last Friday to prepare. Gerald is staying at the Nakagachi, and went for a drive to check out the office...”

  Celeste gasped. “No shit. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

  “Yup.”

  “Wow,” Celeste started laughing hysterically again. “That just went from porno to sitcom. Holy shit, Celeste! I can’t ever get you to do anything risky, and now you’re blowing your new partner in the back of the Escalade! Just. Wow. I love you. You’re like my favorite person ever right now.” Celeste laughed again, said, “Have you blown him yet today?” then laughed again.

  “You’re not helping.”

  “Oh fuck you, Kirsty. That’s why you called me. To make you feel good about it, so don’t give me that best of times worst of times bullshit. You want my advice? Enjoy it, but make the rules clear from the beginning. Seed is seed. I love every drop, you know I do, but don’t let it ruin your life. Protect yourself and your environment. If you think you can do this, you should. Use it to make your life with Damon better. I know you think that’s bullshit rationale on my part, but I’m telling you, it works. You’re gonna get off in ways you won’t with Damon, take it home and make him a happier man because of it. If you and Damon get married, fine, deadbolt your fur box and be done with it. Right now, enjoy Mikey McFoxyFox 2.0, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your life or work.”

  “Not sure I can do that,” Kirsty said.

  “Of course you’re not, that’s why you called me. But it is what you hoped I’d say.” Kirsty thought Celeste had hung up, since that was a place where she usually would, but after a second of silence Celeste added, “I’ve been giving my baby sister some killer blowjob lessons. If you want in, just let me know. I’ll show you how to give Gerald the face.”

  “I know how to give the face,” Kirsty said, then hung up.

  Kirsty closed the door to her office, hating the glass wall but grateful for it anyway. If her office walls weren’t see through, her fingers would be beneath the elastic of her panties already. Kirsty thought about slipping across the hallway and into the bathroom, but didn’t want to draw unneeded attention.

  Might as well get to the Conference Room and get it over with.

  Kirsty came into the Conference Room. Gerald caught her eyes and smiled. The smile never left his face the entire meeting.

  Gerald was one of those guys who made everything seem easy. The McKinley and Ackerman accounts, the same folders she’d spent an entire week, and into Friday night preparing were neatly summarized by Gerald in a few sentences.

  No matter where discussion drifted, Gerald had the perfect thing to add. If he didn’t, he was silent. Every exchange was professional, though he managed to slip in the occasional double entendre only the two of them could possibly understand. The comments were so subtle Kirsty wasn’t sure how many flew over her head before she finally realized what he was doing.

  When Gerald said, “It looks like you’ve had to swallow a lot before I got here. I’ll be happy to help you with the load as much as I can,” the most over the top comment by far, though said in a voice so even it invited no attention, Kirsty felt a flush between her legs deep enough to make her wish Abby wasn’t in the room.

  Kirsty kept replaying the conversation with Celeste in her head.

  Enjoy it, but make the rules clear. Protect yourself and your environment. If you think you can do this, you should. Use it to make your life with Damon better. You and Damon get married, fine, deadbolt your fur box and be done with it. Right now, enjoy Mikey McFoxyFox 2.0, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your life or work.

  Every time she looked up, Gerald was smil
ing. Every time Gerald smiled, Kirsty remembered: the Escalade, his scent, the shadow of his stubble, the feel of his cock throbbing in her mouth, her crushing, unfulfilled need to have him fuck her from behind; the explosion that filled her mouth, covered her face, and occupied most every inch of her mental real estate through the entire weekend, even when Damon had been giving her every one of his eight inches, with everything he had.

  Kirsty had worked at Miller and Hodge for years, and not once had she ever thought about masturbating at the office. Four days earlier and the thought would have horrified her. Now she was counting minutes until she could get to the restroom without drawing attention.

  The morning meeting ended 15 minutes ahead of schedule, and Kirsty would have spent it in the bathroom, but she ended up on an emergency call to Maryland with one of the firm’s biggest clients. By the time she was off the phone it was time for lunch. Gerald was meeting her, along with several partners and associates, for a welcome lunch at Petit Louis, the restaurant they always took recruits when they wanted to show off. With Petit Louis’s raw seafood bar, Miller and Hodge obviously wanted to show off for Gerald.

  There must be something they loved about him, too.

  Kirsty sat as far from Gerald as she could without being rude. And he continued to slip private, clever double entendre into the conversation whenever possible. Kirsty continued to remember the previous Friday, which kept her pussy soft and full and wet. She would have abstained from alcohol, but she always drank at the firm’s social lunches. Once she had one, the second and third came easy. She should have stopped at two, especially when every drop made her think about the drips she’d like to feel dribbling down her chin.

  By the time everyone was readying themselves for the walk two blocks back to the office, Kirsty decided it was time to tell Damon what had happened the Friday before. She was confident enough in their relationship to know they’d get past it, especially if they were meant to be. The worst thing she could do would be hide it from Damon, or follow Celeste’s advice and end up down the same rabbit hole of unhappiness and deception her friend had fallen down several years before.