Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  “Indeed.” She replied, sliding off the table and bending over it to thrust her rounded buttocks at him and making her wet pussy available for a rear entry.

  The thick head of his cock lodged snugly into her dripping hole as she sighed in contentment. Her slender hand eagerly guided the rest of it into her, with some effort. Gwendolyn Belfour was a woman with experience, even though she was of the same age as Annabelle. The fool Munro was getting himself a real red-headed firecracker, who no doubt would be cuckolding him more often than she would be having marital adventures with him.

  For the moment, Reeves pushed away such thought and grasped her flaring hips tightly. He pushed his hardness in all the way until he felt his balls brushing her soft pubic hair. Her groans of pleasure sent a thrill through him. She was as warm and receptive as Selene, but younger and tighter as well. He now knew that most women would feel tight for him, as he possessed an organ almost twice the norm. And it seemed women did prefer things bigger and more satisfying than what they had. That suited him just fine.

  “Oh, Bertie…” Gwendolyn gasped, wiggling her hips. “You’re so big… it fills me like never before… oh, the pleasure… oh, fuck me.”

  “My Lady… it is heavenly pleasure to be inside you too…” He groaned, increasing his thrusts.

  “Oh, am I better than them… than Annabelle and… and Selene?” The trembling woman demanded, pushing her buttocks back to meet his thrusts.

  “Yes, My Lady… yes.” He grunted, feeling her tightness intensify.

  “And of her, that has your heart…” She whimpered, clawing at the examination table.

  “Yes, her as well.” He lied. “You are yet the best fuck I’ve had.”

  “Oh, Doctor… you are a very… uuhh… talented man… ooohhh… ooohhh.” She shook as her belly released, making her knees buckle.

  Reeves closed his eyes, relishing the hot release of her juices over his swollen cock. His fingers dug deep into the yielding softness of her pale buttocks. She was bringing out the beast in him, almost as much as Selene. He thought about the maid, almost calling out her name as his orgasm erupted inside the writhing redhead under him. She shrieked as he exploded within her, back to back orgasm shook her shapely frame.

  “Oh, I’ve died and gone to Hell…” Gwendolyn cried amidst gasps. “Nothing else can ever measure up to this…”

  “I am always available on call, My Lady.” Reeves offered as he pulled his spent member out of her and collapsed on his chair.

  “Yes, I hear there are germs most foul in the air these days.”

  “So there are… and it is easy to run afoul of them, and the cure is a long and tedious procedure.”

  “Yes, one needs to be careful at the utmost.”

  “You carriage has arrived.” Reeves nodded at the sound of horse hooves and creaking wheels.

  “Alas, I wish it hadn’t.” She smiled at him, reaching for her gown that he held up to her. “I must thank you, Doctor Reeves… for instruction and an experience most unforgettable.”

  “Till we meet again, My Lady.” He bowed, taking her hand and kissing it softly.

  Her giggle we almost childish as she hurried out of his office. He watched her quickly enter the carriage as drops of rain began pelting the cobbled stones. A storm was brewing. He had best locked up for the day. No one else would be mad enough to weather a storm in need of his services. But then he had experienced otherwise.

  “Does lightning strike twice on the same spot?” He laughed and bolted the door.

  The bottle of wine one of his former patients had presented him looked very inviting. He uncorked it and poured himself a goblet of it. The heady aroma reminded him of Selene. It had been a week since he had last enjoyed her company. He looked down at his naked cock as it stirred at the visual memory of the beautiful maid. Soon, very soon, he hoped, he would be called upon to the Amondsham Estate again. And even though he was quite spent momentarily and there was a storm threatening to rage outside, Bertram Reeves wouldn’t mind if Styrice brought the carriage now to take him to the Estate that very night.

  “Oh, that would be as good as having my cake and eating it too.” He laughed, sipping the wine. “But inasmuch as I see now, I am doing precisely that.”

  Story 8

  “You’re all set, Jen.” Olivia Swede put her arm around the bespectacled redhead wearing a schoolgirl’s uniform. “He’ll be driving by here in a minute.”

  Jenna Westlake took a deep breath as she stood by the roadway. She nodded to the taller girl beside her and glanced at the camera phone. “Yes, Liv. Broken bike, check. Camera phone, check. Extra short skirt, and extra tight blouse, check… and my cute little self, double check.”

  “Ha, yeah.” Darla Richmond laughed. “Poor Roger Callahan hasn’t got a snowball’s chance in hell.”

  “We’ll show that snooty bitch of a wife of his an all her equally slutty bitch clique that they can’t mess with us and get away with it.” Jenna added with some venom.

  “Yep, they messed with April, they messed with us all.” Darla snapped her fingers. “Now they’re all going down like this.”

  “Heads up, babe.” Olivia grinned at Jenna. “Here comes your ride. Come on, Darla, let’s make ourselves scarce.”

  Jenna picked up the mangled bicycle and walked up to the edge of the road, her large eyes staring wide at the red Porsche cruising up towards her. The other two girls hurriedly ducked down behind some bushes as the redhead stuck out her hand with a thumbed up fist at the approaching vehicle. It slowed down and came to a smooth stop right before her. A handsome man, brown hair falling over his brow and a slight smile on his face, peered out at her.

  “Hi, Mister, are you heading for St. Michaela’s School?” Jenna purred; her eyes moist and enticing.

  “Yes, I am, Miss.” Roger Callahan leaned out of the window. “I can give you a ride there. Whoa, that’s a mess.”

  “Yeah, I hit a piece of rock on the road.” Jenna let the twisted bike fall from her grip. “I think I’ll just leave it here.”

  “It sure looks busted real bad.” Callahan smirked, stepping out of the car and holding open the door for her. “Come on in, I’ve got to get there in half an hour, to pick up my kid.”

  “Gee, thanks mister.” She smiled, slipping into the passenger seat. “I’m Jenna.”

  “Nice name.” He grinned, starting the Porsche up. “Roger Callahan.”

  “Yours too.” Jenna smiled at him. “And it sounds familiar.”

  “Time and Tide.” He said, smiling.

  “What?” She gave him a puzzled look.

  “Harris and Ford? Running Free?” He looked at her expectantly. “The Dream Keeper?”

  “Uh, are those street signs or songs…?” She felt slightly embarrassed. She hadn’t taken him to be some kind of loon and hoped that she wasn’t going to regret this.

  “Hm, I guess you’re not into stage plays.” He said with a laugh. “I’m a stage actor… you said my name was familiar so I thought you might have seen a play of mine.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” She grinned. “I’m not much of an opera person.”

  “It’s not opera… just like a movie, except that… ah, never mind.” He smiled tightly, stepping on the pedal.

  “Oh yes… I remember now, Callahan as in Diane Callahan?” Jenna pretended to look excited.

  “That’s my wife!” He gave her a look of bewilderment. “You know her?”

  “No, not personally.” Jenna laughed. “A friend of mine used to babysit for her.”

  “Hm, small world.” He smirked. “Too damn small.”

  “So how long you’ve been married, Mr. Callahan?” She asked innocently.

  “Oh, about seven years.” He shrugged. “Yeah, will be eight this fall.”

  “Is she an actor too?” The redhead touched his arm.

  “Oh, no.” He smiled, glancing at the slender, well manicured hand on his bicep. “She isn’t an actor. More like a producer.”

  “Oh. S
he must be very lucky.”

  “Yeah, she’s good at getting things organized.”

  “No, I meant with you.” She shook her head, staring at him wonderingly. “You’re a very handsome man; and kind too.”

  “Really?” He laughed. “Thank you. And I must say you’re quite a lovely young lady too. Have you considered a career in acting?”

  “Acting?” She squealed. “I couldn’t act to save my life.”

  “Oh, it’s not that hard… except maybe the first few times and then it’s quite routine really.”

  “Why didn’t you try for the movies?” She touched his arm again. “You’d be really famous then… and I might have heard of you, maybe even been your fan.”

  “I did think about that… but I’m more of a hometown boy and I like theater more than the silver screen.” He said, with a hint of regret in his voice.

  “Oh, I can’t believe that, Mr. Callahan.” Jenna shook her head, making her wavy red hair sexily dance before her face. “You’d make a great actor on screen.”

  “Well, yeah, maybe.” He admitted. “But then Diane and the others felt I’m better on stage.”

  “I think they just want to keep you under wraps.” She sounded angry.

  “I’m not too sure, though the producers, well, Diane mostly, calls the shots in my career.”

  “What?” She jerked back, holding down her laughter. “That’s harsh.”

  “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean it to sound like that.” He groaned. “Especially to someone I just met.”

  “That’s alright.” She shrugged. “We’re practically friends, kind of.”

  “That’s cool.” He said, nodding his head. “I feel strangely comfortable talking to you. It’s kind of liberating not to be so guarded all the time.”

  “You can tell me anything you like.” She said; a hint of huskiness in her voice.

  He glanced at her sideways. She suddenly didn’t look like a schoolgirl at all. More like a red headed goddess, breathing fire and eliciting desire by his side. Jenna touched his thigh and he almost drove off the road.

  “Whoa, my bad.” He said sheepishly. “Getting to emotional with my babbling, sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry, Roger.” She whispered, her fingers digging into the dense muscle of his thigh. “You can tell me anything… I’m not your wife, I don’t bite.”

  “Holy Shi…” He gasped, “Girl, you okay?”

  “I am, Roger.” She replied lustfully. “It’s you… you’re making me so hot.”

  “Well, I can’t say that I don’t have the same opinion of you…” He had a quiver in his voice, “but, I don’t want to get into any trouble. How old are you?”

  “I’m nineteen,” she purred. “Old enough for anything and everything.”

  “Good god, are you hitting on me, Jenna?” He slowed the car down to a cruise.

  “If you think so… then I am.” She peered at him from over the rim her eyeglasses, her large eyes moist and desirous.

  “Geez, was that whole bike busted thing to get to me… like this?” He cried in disbelief.

  “I guess we both got lucky, baby.” She said, stroking his thigh and feeling the muscles ripple against her fingers.

  “Carry on like that and I’m going to crash the Porsche.” He laughed nervously.

  “I’m sure you have many young fans who throw them selves at you.” She looked at him with a smug smile.

  “I wish, there aren’t so many theatre goers as I’d like,” Callahan sighed with a shrug, “among young women, I mean.”

  “Well, it’s not too late; I can be your first groupie.” She leaned closer to him, pressing her soft body against his.

  “Good Lord, girl!” He threw back his head and laughed. “Are you for real?”

  “As real as you, Roger.” She slid her hand up his thigh and squeezed his crotch.

  “Fucking hell!” He gasped and hit the brakes, making the car screech on its wheels.

  “I’m playing the naughty schoolgirl, Mr. Actor, how do you like my acting so far?” She breathed as her deft fingers undid his zipper and fished for his hardening cock.

  “You’re putting on an Oscar winning performance, darling.” He gasped, shifting his hips to allow her more access.

  “Yeah? I haven’t even got to the best part yet.” She smiled at the sight of his ten inch long cock as it sprang out of his pants to greet her. “Wow, that’s a big one.”

  “Oh, shit… I’d better move this car along, can’t keep it parked on the freeway.” He gasped as her warm, slender fingers stroked his surging cock torturously.

  “Mmh, you do that, baby.” She moaned. “While I get this stick shift into full gear.”

  “Oh God!” He gasped as he felt her soft moist lips press on his pulsing cockhead. “Oh, baby, please… suck it. It’s been so long.”

  “Wow! Really?” She purred, kissing the underside of his thick shaft. “I can’t believe Diane is passing this up for anything… she must be really dense.”

  “Yeah, you could say that.” He groaned, moving his hips over the seat, trying to keep his mind on the road.

  ***

  She wrapped her lips around the cockhead, slowly swirling her tongue all around it. Her eyeglasses fogged over with her own breath but she didn’t care. The thick cock meat in her mouth felt too good to concern herself with anything else. She caressed his balls with her left hand as she stroked the shaft with her right, her tongue slobbering over the head and dribbling saliva down the length of his cock. Jenna giggled as he slid his hand over her back and down between her butt crack.

  “Oh, baby, yeah… that’s the stuff.” He groaned, closing his eyes, oblivious to the road before him.

  “You better find a dirt road to duck into, baby.” She purred, looking up. “I’m going to work on this beauty for a while and we don’t want to get your lovely red car all wrecked, do we?”

  “You’re right, Sweetcheeks.” He grunted, glancing left and right. “There, that little detour looks perfect.”

  Within moments he was driving the Porsche down a side road toward a densely treed area where no one in their right mind would want to venture. Roger Callahan was in anything but his right mind. Years of pent up stress and sexual tension demanded release and he was a slave to his better instinct. The tight bodied teenage redhead was the trigger and he was ready to blow.

  “This looks like a good spot,” He grunted, parking the car.

  Jenna nodded, making slurping noises as she went down on his cock, taking almost half of it in her hungry throat. She worked his balls with her fingers, massaging the tight orbs around the sac, easing the tightness, helping them along to build up a release. Callahan leaned back on the seat, dropping his head back and sighing. His hand caressed her hair; it had been a while since someone went down on him like that, a far too long while.

  “Oh, fuck, baby.” He whispered. “I can’t hold back much longer… this is too freaking good… you wanna take my load, baby?”

  Jenna nodded eagerly, pushing more of his cock down her throat, gagging and choking over it. The buzzing sensation of her throat sent him over the edge. He grabbed her head and whimpered out loud, letting his balls release the tension and eject his seed up the ten inch shaft. Jenna felt his cock swell and pulled back up until she had the thick head in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, swirling her tongue over the head and the pee slit. He obliged her instantly, squirting thick wads of his steaming load into her mouth. Jenna’s flushed cheeks swelled up; he was cumming too hard and too fast. She swallowed frantically, letting the excess dribble down the corners of her stuffed mouth and her dimples chin.

  “Oh, yeah, baby, yeah.” Callahan groaned like an animal. “Drink up, and there’s plenty left in me for your sweet pussy, girl, cause we ain’t done till I’ve fucked that tight little treasure between your sexy legs.”

  Jenna was glad to hear that as she gagged over his spewing cock. Her pussy throbbed like crazy and she would like nothing better than his thick cock
inside it. She released his cock as the last of its offering dribbled out. Her lips and tongue cleaned the jizz of the shaft and her fingers and she looked at him through her foggy spectacles.

  “Baby, you just made this old man come back to life.” He panted. “And I can’t wait to make you feel the way you made me.”

  “This looks like a great place to fuck, why don’t we do it outside.” She smacked her lips. “I’ve always wanted to get banged on the hood of a sexy red Porsche.”

  “It sure is deserted here.” He peered out of the window, his hands running all over her breasts and belly.