by Freya Kane
I rolled my clit between my fingers, almost crying from the intensity of the sensations going through me. “Mr. Danner, I want to come. Can I come?”
“Fuck yes!” Mr. Danner roared. In the same moment that I came, I felt Mr. Danner flood my ass with the heat of his come. My muscles squeezed his cock impossibly tighter, milking him of every single drop.
If this was what happened every time I acted spoiled, Mr. Danner certainly wasn’t giving me any reason to be good!
***
After months of complaining about my shopping habits, somehow Mr. Danner decided that he wanted to take me to the mall.
I didn’t know what to expect, so I followed him through the store as he insisted that I pick up anything I remotely liked to try on, loading my arms down with dresses and skirts, tank tops and jeans before following me into a changing area.
I disappeared into the fitting room, stripping off the skirt and t-shirt I’d worn out and pausing to look at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a simple matching pink lace bra and panty set. Cute and just sexy enough. A good girl would keep them on. After all, I didn’t own these clothes yet.
But a spoiled brat wouldn’t care.
I unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free and then I pushed my panties over my hips. My freshly waxed pussy lips were soft and pink, and I was already starting to get wet. I pulled a dress over my head. It was pale blue and sheer enough that you could see my hard nipples poking through the fabric. Smiling, I flounced out of the dressing room to where Mr. Danner was waiting.
He looked me up and down before settling on the hard bullets of my nipples. “You certainly can’t wear that out. It’s completely inappropriate.” He shifted slightly in his seat, and I could see the front of his pants were already looking a bit tight.
I decided to have a little fun.
“But Daddy,” I pleaded, emphasizing the word just a bit. “The color looks so good against my skin.” I craned my neck to look for the fitting room attendant. Her back was to us while she sifted through a pile of clothes so I quickly lifted my skirt and flashed Mr. Danner, letting him see just what I wasn’t wearing.
His eyes darkened. “No,” he snapped, “But I think you should try on the red one next.”
I turned back into the fitting room, unable to keep a little flounce out of my step as the skirt swirled around me.
The red dress Mr. Danner had pushed into my hands was almost indecently short. If I bent over in the slightest, everything would be on display. But I wasn’t going to try that one on just yet.
I wanted to tease him a bit more.
I slipped on a pair of denim booty shorts. They clung to the curve of my ass, and they were cut so that they were basically denim panties. I pulled a floral, flowy top over them and strutted outside.
The fitting room attendant was standing next to Mr. Danner, the middle-aged women chatting away. "It's so sweet that you take your daughter shopping. Is she just back from college? My husband never wants to do anything with our girls. He just wants to watch sports with our son,” she said, all smiles when I walked up.
"Oh, my Daddy is absolutely the BEST!” I said. His eyes flashed in warning, but I ignored them. “What do you think?” I twirled. “I know the shorts are pretty short, but it gets so hot in the summer.”
“I think they’re far too short,” Mr. Danner said, though the hunger in his eyes definitely said something very different.
“Oh PLEASE Daddy!” I begged. I wrapped my arms around him and sat on his lap. I could feel his erection pressing against my hip. “I just love the outfit so much!” I wriggled my hips just a bit, pushing against the hard length of his cock and his breath caught.
He sighed. “I guess you can buy them.”
I squealed in delight and kissed his cheek before running back into the fitting room.
I heard the murmur of the fitting room attendant talking again but it faded into background noise as I peeled off the clothes and squeezed myself into that slinky red dress. Just like I anticipated, the dress was short enough that the curve of my ass was barely covered. If I lifted my hands above my head, my pussy would be on display.
A garbled call came over the PA system in the store, and I heard the attendant leave. A moment later the door opened as Mr. Danner came inside.
“Now this is what I was talking about,” he growled, his eyes devouring me. His hands went to his belt, undoing the buckle and unzipping his fly, pulling out his erection in the bright florescent light of the fitting room.
My eyes darted back to the door. “Here?” I hissed, trying to sound scandalized even while arousal flooded me.
“Yes, here,” he replied, pressing me against the cool glass of the mirror against the wall, the skirt was so short he didn’t even need to push it up. His cock butted up against my pussy, the slick lips clinging to the head as he pushed inside.
“Call me Daddy again.”
"Daddy," I whispered. "Fuck me, Daddy!"
His large hands grasped my hips, holding me still as he fucked me against the flimsy fitting room wall. Mr. Danner’s hand dipped between my legs, finding my clit with ease and rubbing it in gentle circles in a way that was so familiar I knew I should be embarrassed.
He has made me come so many times in so many ways, of course, it wasn’t surprising that he knew just how to touch me to have me twisting in pleasure in minutes.
It didn’t take long. Minutes really. Playing the giggling daughter and the spoiled brat always got me so pent up with lust for him that it bubbled out the second he got his hands on me, and the way his thrusts were already speeding up, I can tell he was feeling the same way.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I came so hard I feel dizzy. My pussy pulsed around him and I felt the moment of his release as the hot jets of his come splashed inside me.
Our breathing was loud and harsh in the silent fitting room. Mr. Danner pulled out of me, leaving a sticky mess on my inner thighs.
“Buy that one,” he ordered, his voice sounding rough as he tucked his cock back into his pants and walked out.
***
All the endless loads of come Mr. Danner had been pouring into my bare pussy had worked. I was pregnant.
I didn’t let that change my behavior thought. I still ignored his rules, spending money and skipping responsibilities until the inevitable punishment. Sometimes I’d end up aroused for hours on end, begging for Mr. Danner to let me come, but more often than not, I just ended up getting fucked every which way. Mr. Danner liked watching me come too much to deny me for long.
And as my belly grew, he liked it even more.
“Maybe this will finally make you behave,” he spat, his hands cupping my enormous belly as he impaled me on his cock. “Still so spoiled, even after all this time. I thought getting you pregnant would change you, but you’re still as much of a brat as ever.”
I was too big to really bounce on Mr. Danner’s cock the way I wanted to, so I rocked, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone. I shivered, and Mr. Danner pushed me back. “None of that yet. You haven’t earned it.”
I giggled, knowing just how to please my boss like this. I leaned forward, bringing one of my ample breasts to his mouth. I’d had a nice rack before I got pregnant, but once my belly started growing my breasts got fantastic. And now they held the only thing Mr. Danner liked eating more than my pussy.
He wrapped his lips around my nipple and starting sucking. My pussy clenched around his cock as I felt the still strange sensation of his sucking the milk from my aching breast.
Mr. Danner paused and let my nipple drop from his mouth. “Keep doing that,” he demanded, rocking his hips upward. “Keep squeezing my cock with that sweet pussy.” He took my nipple back into his mouth and continued to suck.
I tightened my body around him, my inner walls fluttering around the huge organ that speared me. Every draw Mr. Danner took on my breast had my pussy squeezing him in pleasure as he rocked against me, not even really thrusting just this wonderful, d
eep feeling of being filled while my milk filled him.
Mr. Danner switched breasts, sucking my other nipple into his mouth and repeating the process of draining me.
Inside me, I squeezed Mr. Danner’s cock, my pussy muscles tightening around him with every suck on my breast. Mr. Danner lifted his head, a few drops of my milk still clinging to his lip. He licked them away as I watched.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his hands going to my hips. “Hard.”
Mr. Danner’s strong forearms held me still while he thrust upwards, his cock jackhammering into my pussy. I keep squeezing him, tightening my body around him with every thrust until I heard him moan, “Fuck yes” in my ear and fill my hungry pussy with his come.
My own orgasm caught me by surprise. I’d been fighting against coming, but between Mr. Danner’s tongue on my nipples, his cock in me, and the endless squeezing of my channel around him, it was all too much and I was rocketing into bliss around him.
When Mr. Danner came back to himself he opened his eyes to look at me. “Well now, Casey, you certainly didn’t listen to me, did you?” His hand moved over my pregnant belly, and I could tell he was already imagining my punishment.
I couldn’t wait!
“I guess a spoiled brat never changes!”
Planting His Seed
by
Freya Kane
Let me start out by saying, I’m not a slut.
I know what you’re thinking, a girl can’t do the kind of things I did and not be a big giant whore who spreads her legs for anyone that wants a taste, but you’re wrong. I’m actually a virgin.
Sure, I’ve done things. I’ve given blowjobs and I even let a few of my boyfriends fuck me in the ass, but that stuff doesn’t count. Anal? Guys will stick their dick anywhere. And blowjobs? Well that’s just like a kiss, isn’t it?
But that special place between my legs? That’s a sacred hole. That hole, I’m saving for someone who really matters, someone I love.
***
I came home to my apartment after a wild vacation in Mexico. It had been a crazy time. Sure there had been the usual snorkeling and beaches, but what had really made an impression were the boys. I’m not going to lie, in the two weeks that I had been there, I’d hooked up quite a bit, but even though every one of them tried their best to get inside my pussy, I was still a virgin.
I unlocked the front door of my house, calling out, “I’m home!”
No answer.
I noticed a note tacked to the fridge. Written in my roommate’s precise handwriting, it read – “Heading home to visit the family for a week. Voicemail message from your boss on the landline. He sounds kind of pissed so listen pronto. Laters!”
Puzzled, I played the recording. “Tina, please come into work half an hour early tomorrow. We need to have a discussion.”
My boss had always been a strict, no nonsense man. He didn’t put up with employees slacking off in the office, but I’d always been a model employee, saving my wild child antics for when I was off the clock. I couldn’t imagine what was wrong.
I hated the thought of disappointing him. Mr. Kingston had taken a chance on me right out of college, giving me a job when most of my peers were picking up shifts at the mall to make ends meet. I tried to repay the generosity with being a perfect employee, but someone I must have screwed up.
All the dirty things I did with the guys I hooked up with just made me realize what a good guy Mr. Kingston was. He was an extremely sexy guy, and a lot of the younger women in the office absolutely threw themselves at him. Mr. Kingston might have been twenty years older than me, but he looked GOOD. Tan skin, dark hair with just a tiny bit of gray, and those muscles. . . he had turned one of the empty offices into a gym, saying that a sharp body and a sharp mind worked together.
“Sitting at a desk all day long gives too many people an excuse to get soft,” he had growled as he bench-pressed a huge stack of weights. I couldn’t fault him for wanting to avoid the middle aged spread and everything he was doing was definitely working. His abs were cut and his chest was perfectly sculpted. I stared at his bulging muscles while he lifted those heavy iron bars and I felt a rush of heat go through me, all centering between my legs.
If only he wasn’t my boss, I could be the one straddling his hips and we could see if Mr. Kingston could bench press me.
“Are you feeling okay, Tina?” he’d asked that day. “You look a little flushed.”
I had been flushed that day, but the only sickness had been the realization that my boss was the one making my panties slick and my nipples hard.
I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality. ‘There’s no way he could have figured out that I wanted him,’ I thought, trying to ignore the dampness in my panties from that brief tangent.
I walked into an empty office the next day feeling nervous and not knowing why. Cautiously, I peered into the darkened room to see Mr. Kingston sitting behind his desk, looking calm and unflustered.
“Hi Mr. Kingston,” I said, weakly.
"Hello, Tina.” He didn't say another work for a long moment. He just stared at me. I shifted on my feet, uncomfortable with the scrutiny before he finally spoke up. "I have something I want you to watch."
Mr. Kingston grabbed the remote and turned on the flat screen hanging on the wall of his office. An instant later the sound of cheering filled the room.
“How about you suck him off?”
Oh no. It can’t be.
I turned in horror to see myself on the TV screen, topless and very very drunk. I watched as I dropped down to my knees in the middle of the bar and wrapped my lips around the erection that was presented. The guys surrounding me in the bar were all yelling and asking whose turn it was next, and I just sucked harder, my head bobbing up and down on a stranger’s dick.
I glanced at Mr. Kingston and saw the DVD case he was holding. “Chicks Gone Crazy XXI – Cancun Edition” screamed the cover. My friends and I had wandered into a bar, already drunk, and found the film crew there. They were more than happy to feed us even more shots, and I was more than happy to perform for a free t-shirt and some cheers. I never thought someone I knew would see the videos, let alone my boss.
The cheers grew louder, and I looked back at the screen to see the guy push me off his dick as he came, spraying my bare breasts and face with his come.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I stammered.
“There’s more,” he said. “We’re going to watch it all.”
Resigned, I sat down on the vacant chair in front of Mr. Kingston’s desk and stared at the screen, knowing what was coming next.
I followed a different guy into the back room of the bar, the cameraman trailing us both. “How about you take off that little skirt?” he said, his erection already stretching the front of his khaki cargo shorts.
"Okay," I said, pushing the tiny mini skirt I wore down my hips, leaving myself naked.
“No panties. I like it. I like a shaved bush too.” The guy reached between my legs but I dodged him and turned around, presenting my round ass.
“You can’t fuck my pussy, but you can fuck my ass.”
The frat guy whose name I never bothered to learn definitely didn’t care which hole his dick was going into as long as he got to fuck something. I watched as he rolled a thankfully lubricated condom onto his dick and pressed it against the tight pink rose of my ass before squeezing inside.
There was no sound on the screen for a few minutes beyond the slap of skin on skin as I got fucked. My hand was busy between my legs, my clumsy fingers rubbing at my clit, not remembering or caring about the cameras anymore. The guy grunted and slammed into me as he came before pulling out.
The cameraman stayed focused on me as I finished myself off, my fingers flying across my slippery pussy. I shrieked in pleasure when I came, and the scene ended.
I was afraid to look at Mr. Kingston. My face was flushed and my pussy was wet and aching from the proximity to the man I was so attracted to and the pornog
raphic video. I didn’t regret the night. It had been a fun, dirty night in a wild city, and I was an adult. That still didn’t mean that I wanted my boss to see me that way unless he was willing to do something about it.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Do you?” I replied. “You’re the one watching Girls Gone Crazy.”
“I’m an adult,” he snapped.
“And so am I!”
Finally, I dared to look at him, and I saw that Mr. Kingston’s face was flushed. Deciding that this was the only chance to get what I really wanted, I did the most reckless and insane thing I’ve ever done.