by T West
He withdrew, and she flopped to the ground straight away, knackered from the vigorous pounding and the power of her climax. She slumped against the wall as the man stood, his softening cock swaying non-threateningly between his legs.
Rennard looked down at Zara’s body. She still writhed a bit, thighs rubbing together in the afterglow of her climax.
“I guess it’s safe to say your first week has gone pretty well,” said Rennard, getting dressed. “But I guess I won’t be seeing you for a while. Well, at least for the next nine months.”
She watched as Rennard opened the bathroom door and walked back into the dimly lit corridor to carry on with his duties.
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CREAMED IN CLUBLAND
By
Tess West
“ Y ou ain’t getting in like that, girl.”
A bouncer loomed in the doorway to the local nightclub, crossing his thick arms across his burly chest. He looked like he was about to bust out of his black t-shirt, but Jessie could hardly care less.
“You’re kidding, right?” she said angrily, her lip curling in disgust. “You’re gonna turn me away because of a damn pair of sneakers?”
“Yeah, I am,” the bouncer retorted. “And I don’t have time to argue with a punk girl like you. Change your shoes, and you can get in. Keep arguing, and you’ve got no chance. You’re holding up the line.” The bouncer nodded to the mass of people behind Jessie, all waiting impatiently for their turn.
Jessie looked over her shoulder, raising a brow. If she was honest, she couldn’t care less about the other people waiting to get inside either. She wanted to go to the club, and she was going to get in on her own terms. Even she could tell, though, that this bouncer wasn’t going to budge anytime soon.
“Fine,” she snapped, taking a step back. “I’ll be back within the hour.”
“Better hurry,” the bouncer said, not looking at her and instead nodding and beckoning towards the next person in line. “Doors close in an hour and a half.”
Jessie loped away from the club and the long line out front, pretty pissed off. She walked slowly with her shoulders back and hands shoved into her pockets – a sharp contrast from the way she usually slouched down as far as possible.
A slim young girl, Jessie had a light complexion and golden blonde hair. Her face was angular and thin, her eyes an unusual green color, and were slightly watery today due to the fact that she was actually wearing contacts to disguise what she thought of as unsightly brown irises. Her nose was cute and upturned, her lips full.
She was heading straight for home. Luckily enough she lived just a few blocks from the club, which was why she frequented it so often. This bouncer was new and more strict than the others Jessie had encountered, and it enraged her. How dare this new guy come in and tell her she couldn’t enter the club, the same club she’d spent nights in for the past two months? Jessie shook her head and snorted spitefully as she walked.
As soon as she arrived home, she rummaged around in her closet for a suitable pair of shoes. Finally, she found a pair of black dress shoes. She knew that they quite frankly looked ridiculous with her outfit, but now wasn’t the time to be picky. She wrestled them onto her feet and jumped back up, leaving her apartment so quickly that she nearly forgot to lock the door behind her.
The walk home had been a good 25 minutes, and the walk back to the club would be just the same. Jessie had spent not even five minutes inside, so she should arrive back just within the hour, as she had said. Although she knew the front door closed at least a half hour after that, she still hurried in the direction of the club, feet flying beneath her. More than anything she just wanted to prove that she was right to that damn bouncer, to prove that she would get back when she said she would. She also wanted to make sure the line wasn’t too long so that she would make it past security before the doors closed.
The line was an average length by the time she made it back. Just before she turned the corner she shoved her hands back into her pockets and slowed to a meandering pace, trying to look as uncaring as possible. The bouncer’s eyes passed over her. This place was Jessie’s domain – yet here she was, running around like a chicken with its head cut off because a bouncer told her she wasn’t good enough.
Slowly, she approached the front of the line. She watched the bouncer carefully, being sure to look away every time he looked in her direction. She was intent on keeping up an air of not caring, of not giving a damn. Soon enough Jessie was back in front of the bouncer, and she looked at him coolly.
“That’s better,” the bouncer said, his gaze tracing its way down Jessie’s body and resting on her footwear. “Just hold out your arms and spread your legs so my female colleague here can make sure you’re not smuggling anything in.” He tapped his foot and waited patiently as Jessie did what she was told.
Finally, she was in. Jessie bounded inside, a grin spreading across her face. Her first stop would be the bar, right after a quick detour to the bathroom.
She locked herself in a stall, and pulled out her old pair of shoes from the bag she’d brought in with her. She had had them stuffed way at the bottom and wrapped in a small blanket – the bouncer hadn’t suspected a thing. Gleefully, she pulled them out and swapped the shoes.
Just as she had told herself, she would get into the club – on her own terms. She put the dress shoes in her bag and made her way towards the bar. It was when she was crossing the dancefloor, however, that she felt a hand grip her shoulder like a vice. She turned, and came face to face with the bouncer.
“What did I say about those shoes?”
Jessie gulped. The bouncer frogmarched her over to the corner of the dancefloor, and through a door which lead to the back with a sign on it that read: ‘Staff Only’.
Jessie found herself in a dingy corridor, alone with the burly bouncer. She couldn’t deny that the big man looked sexy as hell, his muscles so flexed they seemed like they were now ready to split his t-shirt into tattered shreds. She gazed up into his hazel eyes and felt herself getting moist.
The bouncer held her hand and ran it over his right pec, letting her feel how big and firm it was before slowly moving her hand down over his hips and up the front of his jeans. He moved her hand towards his groin, and as he guided her palm onto his rigid length, she could feel the warmth radiating from under his jeans. This man was virile, no doubt about it. The bouncer undid his jeans and pushed Jessie’s hand down into his underwear.
“Hmmm. That feels nice, girl,” he said as he removed Jessie’s hand and moved her fingers up to her mouth.
“Lick them,” he instructed.
Jessie licked her fingers and could taste the man’s musky flavor. The bouncer pushed her fingers gently into her mouth and let her suck them.
“I watched you today in the street, and you drove me crazy. I had to walk around with a hard-on because of it. Thinking of you made me hot as hell,” the bouncer told her as he put his hand on Jessie’s pussy.
He began massaging her through her jeans and as he did she shuddered and gasped, her pussy throbbing. She had never had a muscle stud like this touch her before and it felt incredible. She thought she was going to cum already. The bouncer let his own jeans and boxer shorts fall to the floor, before stepping out of them and kicking them to one side. His cock popped up like a Jack-In-The-Box. It was huge, long and very thick. He looked amazing standing there in nothing but his t-shirt and boots. He undid Jessie’s belt and pulled her jeans down, along with her tight panties. She got to her knees, kissed the tip of the bouncer’s cock and ran her tongue around the head, making the man shiver with delight. She kissed it softly, opened her mouth and slowly lowered her head down onto the rock-hard shaft. She expertly sucked him, and as she squeezed his balls and felt the pre-cum on her tongue she knew he was enjoying himself. She pulled her lips from his cock and held it tight at the base as it throbbed and twitched in her hand, trickling a ribbon of warm pre-cum over her lips. The bouncer jerked his cock, making it drizzle mo
re and more pre-cum over her face, until it finally stopped. Jessie kissed the tip and gazed up into his eyes.
“God, you taste good,” she said.
“You’re pretty good at this, the way you give yourself over to me,” said the bouncer. “I could tell you were hungry when I saw you earlier in town. You need it, badly.”
“I want you to do something about that,” Jessie told him, almost begging, but not wanting to sound too needy.
“Oh, I’m going to do something about it. Right here and now,” the big man informed her. “But I’m going to prepare you first.”
She was relieved to hear this. The man was so huge and Jessie was so tight that she wasn’t sure she could take such a tool, especially without more foreplay.
“Spread ‘em,” the bouncer told her strictly.
Jessie turned around, placed her palms on the cold wall and spread her legs, her pert behind facing him. Her breasts lightly pressed against the wall before her, her juices running down the inside of her thigh. She felt the big man’s hot breath on the back of her neck and she clenched her buns, awaiting his next touch.
The bouncer traced his tongue along the edge of her ear, all the way down to her neck, before squatting down behind her so his head was level with the young girl’s ass.
Jessie felt strong hands on her cheeks as the big man spread her globes wide, revealing her incredibly tight asshole and her juicy young snatch. The big man knew exactly what needed to be done. He kissed her winking pucker, before placing his tongue on her pussy and eating her out from behind, loosening her up. His strong hands remained on her cheeks, keeping them spread wide.
“God, that feels so... so... so...” Jessie started, losing herself in the moment.
“Shut it.” The bouncer said into her pussy, silencing her. She should’ve known better than to distract the man when he was hard at work.
He continued to lick her, up and down the length of her snatch. She let out a moan as the big man concentrated on the task at hand, and as she got wetter and wetter her nipples got stiffer under her top, pressing against the cool wall. He traced his tongue up and down her ass crack, making her gasp and writhe.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling how hot and wet she was. Next, he pushed two fingers into her snug pussy and started probing harder and deeper, as he kept her cheeks parted with his free hand. Jessie began gyrating and grinding down onto his fingers to get them as deep as she could, her pussy now awash with her juices. The bouncer’s cock was now throbbing and ready, eager for some action. He stood up and positioned himself, pushing the tip of his cock towards her opening. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started pulling her onto him. Her eyes widened as she felt the head pop inside, followed by several hard inches of shaft. His cock felt so big and stiff, and she screamed as it went deeper and deeper, spreading her pussy wider and wider, filling her up. The man reached up and under Jessie’s top, grabbing her nipples and tweaking them, sending a shiver down her spine. He thrust his hips back and forth, pounding the young girl as his heavy balls slapped against her.
The bouncer really picked up speed, his boots gripping the floor like glue as he pummeled his hips rampantly, sliding every inch of his ridiculously big cock right up into Jessie’s warm body, their hitched breathing intertwining as they went at it like rabbits. She had never felt so full before, so complete, as the big man angled his massive shaft, hitting her sweet spot expertly, making her throw her head back. The big man rained down a couple of playful slaps upon her ass, the clap of palm against flesh reverberating between the narrow walls and the sting heightening her arousal no end.
“That’s it... that’s it...” the bouncer whispered into her ear, as he held onto her hips and pumped her like it was his last day on earth. His thighs bulged, the muscles on them rippling while his calves flexed. “Take it, girl... take it...”
Jessie was so lost in the moment that when the bouncer slowly withdrew his length, inch by inch, she momentarily completely forgot where she was.
“I’m going to mount you,” the bouncer told her, forcefully guiding her down onto her hands and knees.
She got on all fours with her ass in the air. He held his cock tight, and slid it back into her wanton hole. He fucked her steadily with deep pumps, and could feel her juices running onto his cock and balls. He put his right hand between Jessie’s legs and stroked her clit. He continued to ram his cock into her as deep as he could, and as he did so he used his left hand to pull her ass cheeks apart. Jessie pounded back hard onto his cock as she started to shake and quiver, her body feeling like it was on fire as her climax began to surface.
The bouncer felt her ass clamp his cock as the girl started to shout, “Oh man, I’m cumming… fuck me harder!”
Although he didn’t like to be told what to do, on this rare occasion the bouncer decided to let it slide, as he thrust his cock in and out of her like a drill, pounding her tight pussy faster and deeper than ever before. Jessie screamed again and squirted all over the floor. The sight of this and looking down at the gorgeous ass bouncing against him soon had the big man’s balls ready to explode. He gripped her ass cheeks and stuck his cock balls deep. He could feel her muscles still clutching his shaft, which left him no choice but to pump his load deep inside her.
Thick blasts of jizz fired up into Jessie’s pussy, so much that she thought it might spill out of her ears. The bouncer held that position for a good few moments as his cock twitched and spunked, spurting several ropes of potent seed as deep as possible.
The big man let out a satisfied sigh as his cock pumped the last couple of strings into her. After what felt like an age, he stopped cumming. He slumped on top of Jessie and just lay on her back for a minute as they recovered, getting their breath back.
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Jessie didn’t see much of the bouncer for a couple of months. She was busy with college, and she didn’t feel like going to the club. She still thought of that night though, and sometimes fantasized about it. But after about five months, she bumped into the bouncer on the street.
He saw that she looked different.
“Hi there.” Said Jessie.
“Hi, Jessie. I’ve not seen you for a long time. I often think of you though.”
“Oh, I have thought a lot about you, sir. Believe me,” she said.
“Oh… in a good way I hope?” the bouncer asked.
“Oh yes. Always in a good way. In fact, I think of you every day when I look in the mirror,” she told him as she put both hands around her belly. “That’s what happens when a guy like you empties his sack into a fertile young woman.”
The bouncer looked slightly worried. “Are you certain it’s mine?”
“Yeah, it’s yours. But don’t worry. I don’t expect anything from you.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Don’t worry, it’s fine. This is why I haven’t been doing much lately. I can feel a different thing bouncing around inside me now,” she said as she walked off, chuckling.
That was the last time the bouncer saw her. Jessie moved away a couple of weeks later. The big man did wonder what happened to her and the baby but he was also glad he didn’t get tied down. He wasn’t exactly father material, and this she knew.
Jessie would always have fond memories of the day that beast of a man knocked her up, good and hard. And she still hasn’t had any better, but not for lack of trying.
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ON CLOUD NINE
By
Tess West
L ondon Gatwick to LAX was a pretty long flight. Longer than Lottie would have liked. But for her, it would be the first international flight of her career, which was a serious thing for the cabin crew of the rapidly expanding Highwind Airlines. Ever since they first took to the air with their own patented planes, the Airline had grown consistently, overtaking the other top airliners. When Lottie first saw them advertising for an additional two hundred new cabin crew to work their constantly expanding fleet, she knew she would be a fool to turn the
opportunity down. After a vigorous and fully paid three month training period, she was ready to take to the skies.
“Training wheels are off now, scrub!” said Becky.
Becky had joined the company not long after it first started, and was one of the few people who had flown more than one thousand flights. She was hard working and dedicated to the role. The fact that Lottie was starting on 15k left Becky wondering how she was so upbeat. There were countless rumors circulating about Becky and her supposed bargaining chips, but they mattered little. All that mattered was that she was now Lottie’s boss - for this flight, at least - and Lottie was her bitch to do as commanded.