Filled!

by Lexi Hots

  “No point giving anyone a free show.” He laughed and began to grind his hips against hers.

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” She whispered. “Fuck me… oh, I want your cum deep inside me.”

  “Whoa! I love the sound of that.” He smiled. “You lovely creature, I give thanks to whatever hell that spawned you… you’ve made me so happy today.”

  They could hear the car now as it pulled up outside the Porsche. Callahan looked up and stiffened. It was a patrol car and a uniformed traffic cop was stepping out of the car.

  “Who is it?” Jenna whispered. “What’s happening?”

  “Shhh, it’s a cop.” He said; his heart pounding. “Be quiet, I’ll take care of it.”

  “A cop?” Jenna felt a cold sweat descend all over her.

  “He’s outside the window, shhh.” Callahan whispered sharply.

  A sharp tap on the window made the two of them jump. Callahan pushed himself up and lowered an inch of the window pane.

  “What’s seems to be the problem here, Mister?” The officer asked, peering at the actor.

  “Oh, hello Officer.” Callahan grinned. “Just a bit of car trouble, I’ve got in under control.”

  “Well, good.” The cop smiled. “License and registration please.”

  “Uh, sure.” He grunted and pushed out the papers thought the slot in the window with some effort.

  “Something wrong with this window too?” The officer asked as he looked at the license.

  “Yeah, kind of jammed.” Callahan grinned.

  “No way to treat a Porsche.” The cop muttered, looking at the registration papers. “Mr. Roger Callahan.”

  “Yeah, it’s been a while... time to get a new car.” Callahan rolled his eyes at Jenna as she giggled softly, his thick cock still pulsing inside her pussy.

  “Roger Callahan!” The cop suddenly went stiff. “The Roger Callahan?”

  “Um, depends on the context you’re asking, officer.” He shrugged, the motion making his cock push in deeper into Jenna.

  “You know; Time and Tide.” The cop smiled. “The Dream Keeper... Harris and Ford.”

  “You’re a fan of theater?” Callahan sounded genuinely surprised.

  “My wife and I both.” He grinned, handing the paperwork back. “Everything’s in order here.”

  “Oh, good. So I can carry on?” The actor said impatiently.

  “Oh yes, yes.” The cop nodded. “But first, can I have an autograph, for the wife… she’ll never believe this.”

  “Um, I’m kind of… okay, sure.” Callahan smiled and accepted the piece of paper and pen the cop pushed through the window slot.

  “Make that to Diane Morrell, my wife.” The cop smiled wide.

  “Sure, to Diane with love.” Callahan grimaced as he struggled to hold the pen and paper in his present state of discomfort.

  “Diane!” Jenna giggled softly as Callahan arched his back and pressed the paper against the glass of the window and signed his name.

  “Here you go, sir.” Callahan pushed the signed paper and pen back at the cop, sliding up the window before the lawman had any other requests.

  They waited for the patrol car to drive away, lying very still in each others arms.

  “Whew!” Jenna exhaled. “That was a fucking close one.”

  “Yeah, and it’s done with.” Callahan grinned. “Now where were we?”

  “You were right here inside me and we were about to reach nirvana.” She giggled.

  He grinned at her, leaning down and kissing her flushed cheek and neck. Her eyeglasses bumped his nose and she giggled again. He reached for her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching the hard nipples. She winced and yet she wanted more. She threw her legs around his hips and thrust upward to meet his downward strokes halfway. His cock slid smoothly in and out of her tight pussy, sending waves of body wracking ecstasy though her.

  “Oh Roger… please, I’m so hot now…” Jenna whimpered as he ground his hips into her. “You’re an Adonis… you’re a sex-machine… a god of love… your big hard cock is making me mad….please, baby, cum inside me… I want you to cum deep inside me.”

  “I aim to please, Sweetcheeks.” He gasped, kissing her neck. “Oh, yeah…”

  “Yes, baby, yes,” She moaned, writhing under him. “Fuck me, cum inside me.”

  “But I don’t want… any accidents… like getting you knocked up.” He gazed into her large expressive eyes.

  “Oh, I just don’t care…” She said breathlessly. “Fuck me, baby… fuck me so bad.”

  “Well, whatever you say, dollface.” He wheezed and increased his tempo. “Let’s get this machine going then.”

  “Go for it, Roger,” She urged. “I want you to come inside me so bad.”

  “That’s my girl.” He grinned and placed her legs on his shoulders, her shoes scraping the roof of the Porsche. Her belly squashed in and her knees pressed down on her aching breasts, Jenna looked up at Callahan, really turned on by this new position. She grasped at his shoulders as he pushed more of his cock in, slamming down with force.

  “Uhhh, feels… so good, baby.” She moaned, caressing his face as his thick cock buried deep inside her.

  He weighed down on her in the confined space as he moved back and forth, the cramped legroom hurting her a bit but the pleasure of fullness deep inside her with every thrust made her ignore the discomfort. Callahan pressed her down, bringing his weight over with her legs wrapped around his shoulders. His dense butt flexed with each thrust, filling her with excitement as she leaned forward and felt his tight hardness.

  “You like that, baby.” He panted, banging down hard. “You like the way my butt clenches with each hump.”

  “Yeah, oh, fuck yeah…” She moaned; caressing his face. “I love it.”

  “And I’m going to cum pretty soon… deep inside you.” His breathing grew strained.

  “Oh, Roger…” She moaned, slipping her hand down to her throbbing clit. “I love this… this is the best fuck ever... and the first with an actor.”

  “Yeah…” He grunted with a laugh. “And it’s not all an act.”

  She laughed and her belly quivered. His strokes grew more insistent and powerful, as she rubbed her clitoris, swirling two fingers over it while his cock slammed in and out of her pussy.

  “Oh gaawwd…” She whimpered. “This is awesome; I’m going to cum so hard now…”

  She gasped and moaned, raking her nails over his chest and shoulders as a really strong orgasm, the like she could never forget, ripped through her. She felt his cock swelling up even bigger inside her pussy as she came all over it. She knew he was going to cum real hard; there was no holding back now.

  Callahan threw back his head and groaned as hot streaks of his splashing fluids erupted inside her swallowing pussy. He kept on humping her as he came in a never ending rush. She wriggled under his bulk as he pushed her legs off his shoulders and pressed down on her. He mumbled something incomprehensive as he emptied his load into her; she kissed his face, ignoring his ramblings and the smudges all over her eyeglasses.

  “Oh, yeah!” She moaned, peering into the camera phone she had hidden over the dashboard of the car. “This is going to do the trick real good.”

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” He groaned, looking up at her satisfied face.

  “It’s the best afternoon hitchhike I ever had.” She purred.

  “Oh, shit!” He suddenly sat up. “Oh Fuck… it’s past three… I’m late to pick up my kid.”

  “Oh, he’ll be safe, don’t worry about it.” She drawled, squeezing her thighs together and milking out the last of his ebbing orgasm.

  “You’re not really a student of St. Michaela’s are you?” He smiled. “My kid’s a girl and it’s an all-girl convent school.”

  “Oops, you caught me out.” Jenna laughed. “See, I am a bad girl after all.”

  ***

  “You’re a bad girl, all right.” Olivia Swede threw back her dark haired head and laughed. “This is ama
zing; you actually got it all on camera. From start to finish.”

  “Yeah,” Darla joined in. “Can’t believe that cop showed up and almost got you two in real trouble.”

  “Yeah, I was totally freaking out then.” Jenna grinned. “But as you saw, Roger’s amazing. Lucky the cop was a fan of his.”

  “That was sweet.” Olivia laughed. “Him signing an autograph for a Diane, the same name as his bitchy wife.”

  “Let’s have some of the best bits edited pronto and drop the CD at the Callahan residence, addressed to the bitch.” Jillian said, firing up the video editing software on her laptop computer.

  “Yeah, you do that, Jill.” Olivia nodded. “While we set up out next hit.”

  “It’s Ruth Gordon next.” April smiled at her avenging angels. “And her husband Alex is a mountain of a man.”

  “We hear he’s a Mr. America or something. He’s as big as Hulk Hogan.” Jenna laughed.

  “It’ll take more than one of us to work that guy.” Olivia shook her head. “He’s also a firefighter so we know he’s tough.”

  “I thought you’d be taking care of him.” April looked at her best friend. “You’re the biggest, toughest gal I know.”

  “Sure am, Baby.” The tall Amazonian girl laughed. “But this calls for some double action.”

  “I agree.” Darla added. ‘We nominated Britney and Heather to down this guy. Between them, Alex Gordon doesn’t have a prayer.”

  “The Gordon family is on a camping trip tomorrow and we know that part of the woods really well.” Heather laughed, twirling her blonde hair lazily on her finger.

  “Yeah, leave this to us.” Britney, the other lithe blonde chipped in. “We love guys with really big muscles.”

  Apart from the slight difference in their height, the two blonde girls could have passed off as twin sisters. They almost always dressed alike too. April looked at them with pride and smiled.

  “Go for it, angels.” She said cheerfully. “Happy hunting.”

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 9

  Chapter One

  My dad had been getting on my damn nerves for weeks.

  Well, really more for years.

  Since I started high school he’d be hovering over all of my choices. My grades were good, I went to class, I didn’t party too much or get drunk but it wasn’t enough.

  Honestly, he probably just wanted a son and was gripping to straws trying to make sure he’d have someone to take over his business.

  Instead, he had me. An ungrateful daughter, according to him, who wasn’t taking any of this seriously. I didn’t understand why I’d need to! Life is about finding your own way, about figuring out who you are and what you want to do. It shouldn’t be about following in the footprints of someone else just because they want a legacy.

  It’s not like it was easy to be passionate about pastry baking anyways.

  He had no right to tell me what to do with my life.

  Flopping down onto my bed, I stared up at the ceiling angrily.

  Graduation was a couple days ago, and then I spent the weekend with friends out on the lake lighting fireworks and talking about our futures. Everyone seemed to have a good idea of what they wanted in life, and I felt like I was still having trouble with it.

  I’d been left behind somehow.

  It pissed me off more, because the moment I showed interest in anything else my dad seemed to think it was about him. That I’d failed him and was just trying to get away with shirking my perceived obligation to him.

  I’d been working in his bakery since I was old enough to pull a tray out of the oven.

  You’d think that if I wanted his life I would have felt that spark by now.

  I hadn’t.

  I shifted on my bed, trying to think about anything else, and accidentally knocked my bag off. It thudded on the ground loudly, and I winced, hoping he didn’t hear it. I couldn’t handle another talk from him right now.

  I’d tried to sneak into the house to avoid him, since he saw me graduating high school as him getting free range to direct my life. I could hear the television turn off down the stairs, and I sighed, knowing he had figured out I was home.

  “Kaylie?” I heard my dad call my name as he headed up the stairs. Frustrated, not wanting to hear him talk circles around my complaints, I shoved my face in my pillow and groaned. Couldn’t he just let me have a week without nagging?

  He’d tightened the leash so much since my mother passed when I was seven, it was suffocating me.

  “Hey, honeybee,” he said, knocking on my door as he opened it.

  “Hey dad,” I sighed, rolling over and crossing my arms defensively.

  “Congrats on graduation again,” he smiled, leaning against my door frame. He was looking older lately, as though me graduating high school triggered him to automatically age about ten years. He was still working twelve hours six days a week, he didn’t seem to slow down even for a couple minutes.

  I didn’t want that life.

  “Thank you,” I said. I sat up and pushed my long red hair out of my face.

  “So, what do you think you’re going to do from here?” he asked, acting like it was an easy question.

  “I don’t know,” I reminded him, I could see his brow crease at the words. “I just want to figure myself out for a while, maybe do some odd jobs and see what clicks,” I explained.

  “What about college?” he asked, his voice going tense.

  Here we go again.

  “I don’t want to go to college,” I reminded him. “I don’t think hopping right back into school after twelve straight years of it is what I need right now,” I explained.

  “It’s free, I’ll be paying for it and you can take anything you want,” he said, frowning at me. I knew why he was saying this.

  “Look, dad, I don’t want to go to school, I know you’re only paying for it because you hope that’ll help push me towards a culinary school,” I frowned at him.

  “How could you say that? I just want what’s best for you,” he said, his temper rising. He frowned in a way that made his mustache cover his mouth. He looked like a muppet, or possibly a cartoon character, I couldn’t take the old man seriously.

  “Okay, if you want what’s best for me, what does that look like?” I asked, staring him down.

  “Well, college,” he started, he seemed to know exactly what he wanted to answer. “You could do business school, culinary school, marketing, anything you want,” he explained. “No matter what you do it’ll help out with the family business, if you don’t want to bake there are other ways to go around it,” he was on a rant, and was proving me right the whole time.

  “Dad I don’t want to take over the stupid family business,” I said for what must have been the hundredth time that year.

  “It’s not a stupid business!” he was raising his voice.

  “I don’t want to go into it, I’m not wasting my time on it,” I shot back, exasperated and done with him.

  “Then you can either pay rent to live here or move out, I’m not going to let you freeload,” he said angrily.

  “I can’t afford that, I don’t even have a job yet- I just graduated,” I said, shaking my head. I could feel my heart going still in my chest.

  “Then you can go to school,” he said flatly.

  “I can’t,” I repeated, shaking my head. “I really, really don’t want to go back to school yet, I want more freedom than that,” I explained. I hated the feeling of being in large classes, stuck with dozens of other people who cared as little as I did.

  “Then I’ll get you a tutor,” he said flatly.

  “What?” I asked, the idea wasn’t a terrible one. It would be one on one and I’d be able to have some free time outside of it to figure out who I was.

  “Do you remember my friend James Richards?” Dad asked, sighing and trying to relax.

  “I do,” I admitted. He was about ten or
fifteen years older than me, and had worked for my dad for ten years before he moved onto his own business. Last I heard he was filthy rich. I hadn’t seen him in years.

  “He’s recently moved back into town, I’m sure for a favor I could have him teach you about pastry making and running a business. If you still don’t want to do this after the summer is over, you can choose how to live your life, I won’t try and direct you anymore,” he offered.

  I could tell it was taking a lot for him to offer this.

  “Okay,” I agreed, knowing for sure that there was no way I’d change my mind. I could go to these tutoring lessons for a couple months and then be off scot free. Perfect.

  Chapter Two

  I drove myself to my first lesson.

  My dad gave me Mister Richard’s address, and although I knew the area was one of the richer parts of the city, I was surprised to see how large his home really was. It was definitely a mansion settled on endless green land. I would have stood outside of it longer, admiring how large it was, but a summer thunderstorm was rolling in and I didn’t want to get caught in it.