by Candy Quinn
I couldn’t.
My hand dipped lower, and I blushed as I looked around, so aware of how my ass was showing to anyone who cared to look — and there were some. Staring. Watching. Including a few I recognized from our department.
But instead of breaking away from Tony, it just made me eager to find somewhere more private, and I began to drag him away.
We went to the bathrooms off beyond the dance floor in the quiet hall beyond. I led him to the private handi-accessible washroom and locked the door behind us. I pressed in against him, and he backed against me, flipping me around so that I was up against the wall.
Those groping hands of his were down to my thighs again, tugging up my dress to my hips and then waist as our lips smacked noisily.
“I need you right now,” he groaned out with such deep, needful lust.
“I’m not on the pill,” I cautioned. I was horny as hell, and drunk as a skunk, but I still remembered that.
And yet I didn’t stop him, instead looking up at his ruggedly handsome face, my finger going to my dress and pulling it up around my waist and revealing my scandalous little thong that barely hid my shaved puss. It was soaking wet, the strong aroma flooding the air.
“I don’t care,” he muttered back to me, his hand curling in between my thighs, forcing them wider as he felt the heat and moisture of my cunny. He rubbed at me so lewdly as he shrugged his shoulders and my hands helped slide that jacket off his body so it fell to the floor.
We were beyond caring about such things though, and I was most concerned with helping unbutton his shirt as he worked open his belt. Our lips smacking as I tilted my head and gazed at the sight of his bare, hard chest, rippling with muscle and corded sinew.
He was so gorgeous and I was grinding against his hand before I knew what I was doing, helping him as he pressed that bare fabric against me.
I looked over him and then my hands dropped, desperately trying to help with his fly, to pull him free. I couldn’t remember ever being so horny, and I wanted him in me. Now. Right there in the bathroom.
My mouth went back to his, tongue flicking against his eagerly as I moaned.
I undid his pants, and then through them I reached into his boxer-briefs, taking hold of that thick, hot shaft inside. It was big, bigger than I thought, and as I pulled it out into the open a simple glance made me do a double-take.
He had a beast of a cock, so thick and throbbing with heated desire. The purple crown glistening with precum. It was intense to be holding such a massive dick in my hand, I didn’t think they actually came in that size!
But feeling his fingers hook in around my thong and brush against my bare slit managed to make me quiver and moan… and lose my focus all over again.
Instead I stood, dumbly, holding a cock that was big enough to make it so I didn’t know what to do with it, my mind abuzz with desire. When he slipped two of his fingers in me, though, brushing against my sensitive walls, I nearly buckled.
My eyes went to his, wide and filled with lust as I licked over my mouth.
“How?” I asked.
He continued to kiss at my lips, then back along my jaw as his two thick fingers sank into my cunt and began to slowly pump. The slick honey of my canal aiding his pumping, letting him loosen me up a little as he teased my clit. Though at my confusion he paused and looked at me.
“What? You never fucked before?” he asked, his cock swelling in my hand so lewdly as he slid a free hand down along my side then back up, to grope at my breast through my top.
I laughed at that, though it came out as more of a growl of pleasure, and I shook my head.
“How do you wanna do this?” I said, managing, somehow, to finish my sentence despite my lust.
He gave a wry grin that looked almost predatory on his handsome face. He reached down, the slickness of my cunt trailing along my thigh as he hoisted me up without delay or even asking. He kept my back to the wall as he lined up his immense dick with my glistening little hole.
“Like this,” he growled, kissing my lips again as he pressed the tip of his shaft to me, nudging against my narrow little opening as he so ravenously went for my tongue with his own.
I knew he wasn’t wearing a condom and, in potentially the stupidest move I’ve made of the evening, I found it exhilarating instead of horrifying.
What’s worse?
I begged him for it.
“Tony, please fuck me,” I pleaded, that teasing pulse against my opening enough to drive me absolutely wild. It was too much to bear, I wanted him so bad. Raw. I wanted to feel him cum in me, to fill me to the brim and make me walk away from the party, dripping his seed.
He didn’t care to wait either, as he pushed up into my wet cunny, forcing that big, beefy dick into me, stretching my canal around his shaft until it was strained and taut. Though the moan he gave said he was at least as pleasured as I was, the clench of my pussy overwhelming to him as he began to pump his hips and slowly work my pussy open wider with his motions.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned out, those two strong hands keeping me up as he slowly built up speed, pounding into my depths again and again, each time thrusting deeper towards the fertile depths of my womb.
How wrong it was, but how good it felt, fucking my co-worker. Being fucked by him.
God, how often did I dream about what he’d feel like, and how had he surpassed all of my wildest dreams? My mouth fell open as my legs tightened around his waist, holding him tight as he worked into my body. My shoulders pressed to the door, my head tilted back and I gasped and groaned my wanton pleasure.
His chest pressed against me, and he clutched onto my thigh and ass with one hand, supporting my weight as the other hand rose up, its strong fingers sinking into the flesh of my breast, squeezing and kneading that mound with his rabid hunger. All while the motions of his hips grew strong, his dick thrusting into me faster.
Those heavy, cum-laden balls of his swung up to slap against my ass as he pistoned into me. Again and again, that big cock made me cry out, each time it sank to the absolute depths of my cunt, making me feel fuller than I ever had before.
How bad I wanted him, needed him, and with every thrust and thud against the door, I wanted him more and more. It wasn’t like some people where once you’ve had them, you instantly regret it. And I should regret it! All those eyes, watching as we moved away from the dance floor. Giggling like teenagers as we both went into the bathroom.
It was obscene!
But just thinking about it made me want to cum, and I moaned loudly.
“Tell me what it’s like when you jerk off,” I begged.
“Not a tenth so good as your pussy,” he groaned out immediately, his voice so laced with pleasure as he kept me hoisted up, pounding away so that my poor cunny felt overwrought with the sensations of his dick stabbing up into me.
He was panting, his hard chest glistening with a light sheen from the effort of lifting me up and the passion of rutting into me so hard. It only highlighted how fucking masculine and gorgeous he was without his clothes. And was the perfect addition to the throbbing dick that was hammering up into me, throbbing with such excitement.
“I fantasize about taking you,” he said, breathing heavily, pausing in between, “in the break room. At your desk… in my car after offering you a ride home… anywhere and everywhere. I just wanted to fuck your little pussy and pump you full of my cum,” he growled out.
“How long?” I gasped out, barely able to believe my ears. How long had I just wrote him off as a pipedream? A fantasy? I couldn’t hold back the sounds I made, the ecstasy that was spun from my tongue.
“Since you came to the office,” he said, forcing the words out before a deep, gruff moan rumbled out from his broad chest and filled the room. Anyone walking by would’ve heard us clear as day, but we didn’t care. We just wanted each other, to feel our bodies touch, to grind and thrust, to share confessions.
“God,” I whimpered as I wrapped my arms around h
is neck, tugging him in closer as I brought my mouth to his. I wanted to hear him talk, to fill my world with thoughts of him touching himself, but we were both too drunk on lust and wine to bother. It didn’t matter, anyways. The reality was far sweeter, and I kissed him hungrily.
My mouth worked against his, body grinding together as my cunny squeezed him into me, daring him to unleash his cum against my unprotected womb.
It worked, because that big, handsome man shuddered as my pussy clenched and milked his dick. He slid his hand along my thigh, reaching his thumb in to brush at my clit as he quaked and moaned. That thick cock of his, which stretched me to new limits, swelled even further… and then came its rough final thrusts, as he blew his load, completely and without reservation.
His moans filled the room, crying out as his dick shot thick, creamy strands of virile seed. Filling up my depths, flooding my womb, all as he kept me pinned to the wall before him. His rock hard ass cheeks tensed up as he kept his dick buried deep, not content to stop until he’d given me it all.
“Oh my God!” I cried, so loud that I was sure it could be heard halfway across the city and, at the very least, across the dance floor. But I didn’t care. He rammed up into me, cumming so hard I thought I was going to lose my mind, and I ground against him so excitedly, taking up every bit of cream he offered me.
I was pressed against his hard, shimmering chest, feeling that thick cock of his twitch inside me as he rubbed at my clit and brought me over that precipice into screaming finale. It was the highpoint of my year… to say the least.
We thought few people would notice, but boy were we wrong. Turns out alcohol impairs not only your judgement but your perception too, and several people saw us fondling, groping and scurrying off to the washroom, not to mention the ones who overheard us in there.
Though that didn’t matter a whole lot compared to what came of it. We started to get together more regularly. And by more regularly, I mean just about every day.
One day, as we quietly snuck in a quicky in the office copy room, I had something to tell him. But I was so wrapped up in how he was pounding me from behind, and how important it was to keep quiet about that, I just couldn’t get it out yet.
His thick cock never grew old, not with how it filled me up so much.
We’d been careful since that first time, thanks to a lack of alcohol. He pulled out every time before he came, and I usually offered to drink it down gladly. But it didn’t matter this time, I knew.
“I’m gonna cum,” he hissed out in a whisper to me, his dick swelling inside me, stretching out my cunt. But as he began to pull out, I reached back, took hold of his hand and held him in place.
“No… cum in me,” I beckoned to him, licking over my lips.
He hammered into me, didn’t question my decision, just trusted in me as he pumped into my body. That veiny girth stretching out my pussy as he built up towards his climax. My skirt was rolled up around my waist, my blouse undone so that my breasts bounced out.
And then… I felt it, the sweet sensation just like that first night. When he’d blew that thick load of creamy seed into me.
“Ahhhh yeah…” he moaned in such pleasure, milking every last drop out.
We both stood there panting, catching our breath, until I told him.
“It’s too late anyhow,” I said breathily. “Took you only the one shot to knock me up,” I said, licking along my plush lips, anxious about how he’d take it.
He was quiet for a moment, and I heard him rooting through his jacket. Then out came something which he placed before me on the table.
“Guess it’s perfect timing for this then,” he said, as I found myself staring at a little black velvet ring case.
Bought by the Bad Boy
Book Themes:
Breeding, Barely Legal, mild blackmail, Bimbofication
Word Count:
5,579
High school is something most people put behind them as life beckons them forward, but for me? The carefree life of summer teen days was something I never wanted to say goodbye to. And I didn’t.
College? Nah.
Job? Don’t think so!
Laying by the pool in my parent’s luscious backyard in my string bikini, I was too busy enjoying life at a leisurely pace to waste my time on those bores. Instead I’d soak up some sun, then head inside, eat, clean up, and head out for a night on the town. Clubbing and bars, have a blast with my girlfriends, most of whom were like me; they skipped the whole bore of college and work life.
Though that one day, I was in for a rude surprise.
When I walked into the house I found my mother and father arguing, which was odd. They never fought like the parents of poorer kids. They had everything!
But when I saw them brandishing around a letter and arguing, it seemed like reality hit home.
I tried to put it behind me after they explained what was happening. They’d said horrible things like that I’d need to get a job! That they couldn’t afford to cater to my lavish lifestyle — as if! — and I’d have to make my own way.
I was in tears, frankly. And even that didn’t change their minds! So I knew it was serious.
I wasn’t the most fun that night, not in on the laughs my friends were having, but trying not to let them realize I was about to become one of those depressing tales of woe. What a bummer that’d be!
But out of the neon lights of the club appeared a tall, dark and handsome man, dressed better than all the other guys I’d seen that night. He stood out, but not in a bad way. I guess maybe it was the way he walked with that kinda swagger like he owned the world.
It was like the calling card of the rich and famous. Warded off those that’d be too intimidated to talk to someone that was just, like, brimming with confidence.
But for me?
It made me get off my ass and start towards him. That was just what I needed. Some rich jackass to treat me like a million bucks, buy my drinks, and make everything go back to normal.
Sure, I was only thinking of one night for the second, but every step I took towards him and my expectations grew. One stilettoed heel in front of the other, my slinky, black dress creeping up over my long legs with every step. By the time I got to him, I wanted him to be putty in my hand.
Though I was more than a little put off when he kept his cool, and managed to stand there, one hand in his pocket, looking so in control. His intense gaze turned towards me and I sensed I felt something familiar about him, though I couldn’t place it. He was no older than me, but he looked far more mature.
“Surprised to see you here,” he said, his deep, gravelly voice carrying over the beat of the music to my ears. He was broad in the shoulders, but fit and trim, judging by the looks of his tailored suit. “But then not,” he added on, as if he knew me.
My nose crinkled and I giggled, as if I was totally in on his joke. The worst thing in the world would be to tell the stud I didn’t remember him.
“It’s been awhile,” I said, taking a stab in the dark. I mean, it wasn’t like it was a complete stab, because if I’d seen him recently, I totally would’ve remembered him.
“You look good,” I added on.
He sized me up in return, as if truly scrutinizing me. Though even that stony, confidently handsome face of his couldn’t keep him from the truth.
“So do you. Better than ever in fact,” he stated, turning towards me and looking so intense. “Easy to see you’ve been taking good care of yourself. You’re hotter than even my memories could do justice,” he said so openly, looking utterly unperturbed by the confession.
As if the words didn’t affect him at all, but I knew the difference. I jut my hip out, my hand on it like I was going to another photo shoot, and gave him my best smile. “So are you going to buy me a drink, then?” I asked, trying to be cocky.
“I remember a time when you would barely let me do that much,” he said, cracking the slightest of little smirks as he flagged down the bartender, able to command he
r attention so easily, when most of us struggled. “I trust you like the same,” he said, before ordering me a Cosmo, same as I’d always loved, since I was a girl.
He’d bought me drinks before — or at least offered — and I still couldn’t even remember him. Maybe he was, like, ugly or something before. Lost some weight or something?
I just couldn’t place him, and trust me, I’d have remembered someone like him.
“So when’d you get back?” I asked, guessing once more.
“Just last week, in fact. Rolled into town to buy a few businesses up,” he said as our drinks arrived, him with a vodka tonic, sipping it as he looked me over. “I was going to look you up, but honestly, I didn’t expect to stumble upon you this quickly,” he leaned against the bar, his own fit form silhouetted in the dark light so well as he studied me, soaked me in like I was the main course of a meal.
“I know what you’ve been up to though,” he said with a cocky grin.
I giggled as I took the straw into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it before taking a sip of the drink.
“Ohh, a stalker?” I purred out.
“Not quite,” he replied, taking another mouthful of his stiff drink. “I just figure there’s no chance in hell that with that body of yours, you’ve changed since we last met. And you’re still doing the exact same thing since last I touched bases with you. Am I wrong?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow in challenge to me.
I shrugged. The fact that I couldn’t remember him was starting to grow old, and I was getting frustrated, so I took another sip of my Cosmo and gave him a dazzling smile, flipping my long hair from my shoulder.
“I know what I want in life, is that a crime?”
“No. And I hope that means you won’t blame me for pursuing what I want so damn hard either,” he said with a wolfish grin, as if I was his prey. He knocked back the rest of his drink, then laid the empty tumbler on the bar top as he leaned in just a bit closer. “I know you don’t remember, but when last we met I wanted something more than just a fling. You left me in the dirt.” He reached out to touch his strong hand upon my hip, “I never forgot you. And like all things, I have trouble letting go of my desires.”