Fifty Shades of Lexi Maxxwell

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Once she finished teasing herself, she stood and turned to face him, then smoothed her hands over her chest. Her soft cleavage glistened with sweat in the low light of the snack shack as she slowly peeled the thin tank top from her body, then pursed her lips at Don as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, seeing her perfectly round breasts cradled loosely in her sheer white satin bra.

  Her nipples were slightly visible, straining through the thin, soft fabric.

  Don barely blinked as he watched her, massaging his cock as she made a show of squeezing her tits together and digging her fingers into her soft flesh. Jocelyn tilted her head back and cooed, fondling her creamy, soft tits through her bra. She squeezed them harder, lifting them up and into her chest, getting off performing in front of a stranger.

  She reached back and unclasped her bra, then slowly slid the straps from her shoulder and covered her large breasts with her hands. She slowly approached Don, shedding her bra and letting it fall to the dusty wooden floor, jiggling her tits under her hands and swaying her hips with every stride.

  Jocelyn dropped to her knees again, then slid her pillowy tits over Don’s throbbing shaft. His entire length disappeared beneath her beautiful mounds. He closed his eyes and sharply exhaled as her hips moved slowly, massaging his dick with her large, soft tits.

  Every few strokes, Jocelyn would take the tip of his shaft into her mouth and lap at it gently. She started bouncing up and down on his cock, harder and faster. The shack echoed with his quiet moans as Jocelyn stared at his expression and continued to slide her perfect tits up and along his shaft. She could tell he was ready to cum, so she pulled his cock from her tits and started to furiously stroke him with both hands.

  The rapture on his face drove her wild. She could taste the control, and was determined to make him explode, even though she could see he didn’t want to. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her blue.

  He started to buck his hips harder as she jacked at his pipe hard dick. She watched him arch as his body lost itself to rapture, then rubbed his cock like an artist as his cum erupted in a rainbow. She tilted his dick, aiming his thick stream at her creamy tits. He finished his shudder, and Jocelyn’s sweaty tits and aching nipples were covered with gobs of his thick goo.

  Jocelyn stood, then started to dress. Don watched her, disappointed. She leaned over, then kissed him as she carefully positioned her bra over her cum covered tits. She wanted to feel his spunk on her while she walked the festival with her friends.

  “Where are you going?” Don asked.

  “Don’t you need to get back to selling food?” she winked. “I’ll be back later, I promise. You need to recover a bit before you try fucking me. Believe me!”

  Don nodded sheepishly, obviously let down, then watched her disappear from the shack. Jocelyn walked around the carnival looking for her friends, spying them in a huddle by one of the game booths.

  She waved, then skipped toward them, loving the heat in her hotbox and the slut in her blood. “Where have you been?” Sandy asked as Jocelyn bounced beside them.

  “Where do you think?” she said, licking her lips.

  “My God Joc! You’re such a slut!” Tina teased. “So you fucked the sausage guy?”

  “Not yet,” she said, pulling her tank top and bra out a little for them to see. Sandy shook her head and ran her finger over Jocelyn’s cummy, hard nipple, then licked her fingertip clean and laughed.

  “Cum whore,” Sandy teased her friend. Jocelyn just laughed.

  “You should have seen the look on his face when I started getting dressed!” she joked. “He was totally expecting to fuck me. I bet he’s pissed.”

  “I take it you’re going back later then?” Tina asked.

  Jocelyn nodded, then the trio went about enjoying the festivities – watching the bands, playing the games, and flirting with a sea of guys. Though her friends were on the prowl, Jocelyn was momentarily satisfied and perfectly happy to wait for her sausage man.

  Sure enough, a few hours later as the festival fell toward its finish, Jocelyn found herself back at the snack shack with Don.

  “Miss me?” she asked sweetly, batting her eyes and pinching her nipples.

  “You know it,” Don said, closing the aluminum wall of the shack. He held the door for Jocelyn, then followed her inside. The door closed and Don grabbed her from behind, forcing her into his chair.

  Her eyes widened in surprise, and she started to protest.

  “It’s my turn!” he said defiantly, tugging off her shorts, then her soaking wet panties. Jocelyn had been wet since she left the snack shack, thinking of Don the entire time she and her friends were walking the festival. She had even taken a moment to finger fuck herself to a sweet little orgasm inside one of the bathroom stalls.

  Don sank to his knees, and Jocelyn spread her legs wide and smiled, then spread her pussy lips wide with two fingers. Don wasn’t asking for an invitation, but he dove on her pussy like a starving animal, licking tight circles around her juicy hole and making her lift her hips into his face.

  This is fucking GREAT.

  Don knew exactly how to eat pussy. Most men licked wildly without really knowing what a woman wanted. Not Don. Jocelyn could tell he had plenty of experience eating a woman the way a woman wanted to be eaten. As much as she loved giving oral, she loved getting it, too. It could be a girl or guy, it didn’t matter a lick – there was nothing like a tongue teasing the walls of your slit.

  She moaned, lifting her ass from the chair as Don slowly licked through the folds and crevices of her glistening slit. He was driving her wild, drilling his tongue deep into her gaping hole. She threw her head back, spreading her legs as far as she could and bucking her hips against his face as he roughly tongue-fucked her.

  She was in bliss, encouraging Don by furiously rubbing her swollen, hard clit.

  Don had been between her legs for only a few minutes when she felt the initial mounting of pleasure as her orgasm sped like a bullet toward her body.

  Seconds later she erupted in a gush of sweet nectar.

  Don pulled his mouth from her tasty cunt, surprised. She squealed and hungrily rubbed her clit as streams of clear juice continued to arch through the air and splatter her body. She curled her toes and kept the pressure on her clit until she was finished.

  Jocelyn could see the amazement in Don’s eyes, and could tell he wanted more. She managed to turn around, then rose from the chair on her knees and leaned into the backrest and wiggled her ass. Don’s strong hands spread her ass as he lapped his tongue through her cum drenched slit. Jocelyn pushed back against him, reaching over and rubbing her tight asshole as he fucked her with his tongue.

  Jocelyn was an inferno, fiercely craving him and slowly realizing he was paying her back for the delicious punishment she had dished just a few hours earlier. Not that she minded – his tongue kept slurping her slick gash with an erotic sounding slosh.

  Don swapped his tongue for two fingers, slipping them easily into her sopping cunt. She could have taken his entire fist. She chewed her lower lip to stifle her moaning.

  Don twisted his fingers, plunging them over and over into her tight pussy, as she imagined the inevitable thrust of his cock. Jocelyn was normally a screamer, but could hear patrons stirring outside.

  Don licked and nibbled her ass cheeks before bringing his tongue to the tight of her tight pucker. When she felt his tongue prod her asshole, she instantly came again.

  Her knuckles went white and her knees started to shake. Jocelyn clutched the backrest with every ounce of strength and reserve. She had lost control but loved it.

  As the orgasm burned through her body she didn’t squirt cum like before, but could feel her juices streaming down the insides of her thighs.

  The waves of lust subsided and she looked over her shoulder, wiggling her ass and swiftly swaying her hips. “Take me now,” she ordered. “Take me and fuck me like you have never fucked another woman!”

  Don buried his thick dick deep int
o her dripping pussy, as Jocelyn arched her back and pressed her ass against him, feeling every inch of his dick disappear inside her. Her delicate lips stretched around his massive shaft as if never wanting to let it go.

  Her fingers found her rock hard nub and she massaged herself vigorously as he started pounding inside her. Don’s hips slapped against her as he rubbed his hands over her ass, then up her back to unfasten her bra. Jocelyn reached under and pulled her tank top and bra up over her tits, freeing them to hang and sway with each thrust.

  They violently fucked as Jocelyn pulled and twisted her sensitive nipples. The holiday air was still warm, even as they screwed into the night. Sweat drenched their bodies with a glistening sheen. Jocelyn gasped for air while Don continued to ream her pussy like a jackhammer. He was a machine and she had to wonder how long she could hold up under his continued assault.

  Don’s rhythm slowed and Jocelyn found herself thankful for the reprieve. She felt him free his cock from her pussy, then rub its engorged head through her wide open lips and throbbing clit.

  Each time he rubbed her clit, her pussy and ass spasmed with tiny shocks of pleasure.

  Jocelyn arched her back and pressed her ass against him when she felt the head of his cock press against her tight ass ring. She reached back and spread her cheeks with her hands.

  “I want you in my ass,” she begged.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Please, baby,” she pleaded with him. “Please.”

  “You have the nerve to ask me to fuck your ass?” he asked. Jocelyn was getting a little worried, wondering why his tone had shifted.

  “Yesss,” she pleaded with a purr.

  “You come in here like some saucy little bitch and leave me hanging, and now you want it?”

  “I’m sorry,” Jocelyn whimpered. “I really wanted to tease you, but only so you would want me more than anything when I came back.”

  She barely had the breath to push the words from her mouth.

  “I see,” Don said, slapping her hard on the ass. Jocelyn moaned, then lifted her ass higher, wanting nothing more than to feel her tightest hole filled swelling from his amazing cock. He circled in front of her, then grabbed her jaw roughly, forcing her to look at him.

  “You know what you are?” he asked.

  She stayed silent, staring at him with wide, pleading eyes.

  “You are nothing but a conceited, controlling, little slut!” He moved his hand roughly from her chin. She closed her eyes and nodded as a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

  “You’re sorry?” he scolded. “What do you think I should fucking do about it?”

  “I don’t know,” she whimpered as she kept her ass raised and cheeks spread.

  “I know exactly what I’m going to do with you,” he growled.

  Jocelyn suddenly felt his cock pierce her asshole and she sank her teeth into the chair’s backrest, screaming at the blend of pleasure and pain.

  Don started to angrily fuck her. Each massive thrust into Jocelyn’s tight little asshole stripped her of breath. She had never felt anything so painful yet so electric in her life. His hands held onto her hips like vices.

  She was completely at his mercy.

  Jocelyn ground her ass into him, squeezing his cock harder with each hard stroke, straining for air between moans. She was in Heaven, longing for another load from Don’s swollen balls.

  He started growling deep from his throat like an animal and she knew he was close.

  His body tensed as he continued to fuck her with short, rapid thrusts.

  Suddenly Jocelyn pulled herself from Don’s dick and dropped to her knees. She felt a cool tickle in her dirthole. She felt a shudder through her body as she swallowed his cock, and started wildly jerking his shaft, staring up at his face as he squeezed his eyes in concentration.

  Jocelyn readied herself to receive his steamy seed, jacking him faster and harder, moving her hand up and along his flesh, feeling the head of his cock throb and pulse in her mouth as he grew closer.

  Don arched his back and grunted fiercely. Jocelyn pulled his cock from her mouth just in time to catch the first stream of his thick cum on her lips. She pumped and milked his shaft for every ounce of his succulent seed, and his thick, white, sticky spunk spurted all over her face.

  Strings of salty cum dripped from her chin and cheeks down onto her large and heaving breasts.

  She released her grip on his shaft, then scraped his cum from her face. She reached down and massaged it into her slick, flaring cunt, fingering his seed deep into her slit with three of her fingers. She was still on fire and the thought of his spunk inside her pushed her closer to the edge. Another orgasm tore through her body, then she shuddered to a lingering finish.

  When she was finished, Jocelyn quietly got dressed and went to leave, looking back at Don with a wink and a smile.

  “You’re right,” she said. “I am a slut.”

  Then she left, having gotten what she wanted and leaving Don hungry for more.

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  Fucking Tax Day

  (It’s tax time again, and Denise is waiting for her accountant, Oscar, to tell her just how bad she’s gonna get fucked this year in taxes. But he’s also got some good news, and Denise is about to get fucked in a whole new way, making this one tax day she’ll never forget!

  Approximately 3,000 words)

  As much as Denise hated tax time, her accountant, Oscar, almost made the nightmare worth it.

  This was the third year she’d been using him to do her taxes, but this was the first year she’d really taken notice of how striking he was. The pictures on his desk, of him and friends not of family, and the diploma on his wall put him in his mid to late forties, but he barely looked early thirties to Denise.

  She watched him clicking away away at the computer as he continued to fill in the empty slots of her income tax submittal. Like the two years before, she found herself studying the way his jaw muscles clenched every few seconds, as though contracting in deep concentration.

  “Ms. Murphy,” Oscar said, his voice deep and rich; smooth with a hint of drawl from his southern roots. Apparently 30 years in New York City hadn’t managed to smother his accent. Denise thought it was adorable – she’d always liked men with a southern lilt to their voice, but the Big Apple seemed to bleach all but the strongest of accents sooner or later.

  But not for Oscar. “Ms. Murphy?” he repeated.

  “Oh,” she replied. “I’m sorry. Yes?”

  “I’ll need your deductions please.” Denise nodded, then handed him a small box of papers.

  Oscar smiled, then spread them on his desk, and said, “Now if you wouldn’t mind getting undressed, I can go ahead and bend you over the desk and fuck you silly.”

  “Excuse me?” Denise said, shocked.

  “I was just saying if you wouldn’t mind giving me a moment to enter your deductions, your return should be just about done.”

  Her cheeks burned as though on fire, and the palms of her hands started to sweat. She smiled sweetly, then nodded. Oscar returned his attention back to her small stack of papers and started clicking the keys. Denise collected herself.

  She had no clue where her mind was, or how she could have mistaken his words. But it only took her a few moments before she decided to excuse herself. “Do you have a restroom I can use?” she asked.

  “Yes ma’am,” Oscar said, without even a slight pause in his typing. “It’s to the left, just outside my office.”

  Denise smiled, thanked him, then rose to her feet and disappeared. She took a left. easily finding the restroom a few doors down. She slipped inside and went immediately to the sink, turning on the faucet and dousing her face with cold water.

  “What’s wrong with you?” she stared at herself in the mirror.

  “What? He’s a hottie!” the woman in the mirror replied.

  “So what if he is? I have good
looking men in my office all the time!”

  “True,” her reflection said, “but we’re in a helluva dry spell, woman.”

  Denise opened her mouth, then shook her head. “No we’re not!”

  “Our fingers and a vibrator are nice but are no substitute for a deep-V diver, sweetheart.”

  Denise stared at the glass in disbelief, for several seconds before coming to the sad realization that she was indeed in the middle of a long sexual drought. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been properly fucked, though it had been a while – too long it seemed.

  The cold, hard truth, discovered in the cold, hard-tiled bathroom, was that Denise was horny as fuck, and wanted to get something not plastic inside her as soon as possible.

  She closed her eyes and wondered what Oscar looked like under his suit.

  His hands seemed strong, like someone who did manual work, not desk stuff all day, and she imagined the rest of him was the same: flat muscular abs, rippling back, hunky chest. She bet he had a perfect, gorgeous cock, too.

  Denise looked at herself in the mirror again, realizing her nipples were hard, perfectly noticeable beneath her cream colored, button-up blouse.

  She wondered if Oscar would like what he saw. Lately, Denise was feeling like she were middle aged, even though she was just a year over 30. Being around 20-something girls all the time seemed to have that effect on her. Well, that and being in a dry spell, of late. But hell, it wasn’t like she was dead. She was cute, fun to be with, and pretty damned feisty. She attributed that, along with her pale skin fire colored hair, to her Irish roots.

  Oscar had to be wondering what had happened to her since she had been gone a while. Denise decided she wanted Oscar to fuck her, so she unbuttoned her blouse, just enough to work off her bra. Her breasts weren’t small, though they were small enough to mean a bra was optional. She often went braless, loving the feel of the fabric rubbing against her sensitive nipples.