by Candy Quinn
I’d never barebacked with anyone before, and it was like being a virgin again. The sensations… there was no comparison! It was like all those years were wasted doing pretend sex when I had his big, throbbing dick plunging into me again and again.
“Ohh fuck, you’re pussy’s so damn tight,” he grunted out. “Dammit, you stayed so perfect all these years… more perfect than ever.”
My hair was getting messed up against the pillow, my sexy dress was hauled up to my waist, and I felt trashy in all the right ways.
“You’re so big,” I gasped, half in protest, half in appreciation. It was a good thing I was soaking wet, because it would’ve been too much otherwise. But he felt so fucking amazing, so... right.
He brought one of his hands to my chest, tore my dress open as he yanked it away from my breasts. I’d have been pissed about that just a couple hours before, since I knew I couldn’t afford another now, but instead I knew he’d take care of it. Take care of me.
He sank his fingers into my thick mound of breast flesh, squeezed and kneaded it as he pounded into me. I could feel his dick twitch and pulse inside me, knew what was on its way.
“Fuck Trisha, I’m gonna cum,” he growled out, and I knew that each of those throbs of his steel-hard shaft was another spurt of precum into my fertile depths.
I should’ve stopped him, I really, really should’ve, but oh...
There was no chance of that. My back was arched, my stiff nipples being tugged between his fingers, pinched as he looked down at me. He was going to cum, but it wasn’t going to be him weakening, not at all. He was going to claim me like an animal, and he was going to make me beg for it.
His fingers tugged my nipple, the pain jolting through me before going to my clit and almost vibrating with electricity.
“Tell me you want it, Trisha,” he growled, and even though his motions didn’t stop, he held back. Going a bit slower, a bit gentler, and I wanted nothing more for him to fucking pound me. To grab me and take me, manhandle me.
Claim me.
But I didn’t want to be so easy! I was still fucking pissed, deep down, and so I kept my mouth shut.
But then he grabbed at my other breast, that nipple pinched between his thumb and forefinger too, and it was just enough pressure to make me quiver. I was near the brink again. I just needed him to thrust in, to let me grind against him, and then it’d all be over.
I bit down on my lower lip as I tried to bring my pussy further down his cock, to take what I wanted without giving him what he was after, but it was no use. He had me pinned.
“Fuck!” I cried out in frustration as I tried once more to flee, and he pinched my nipples harder. The words came out, uncontrollable. “Just fucking cum!”
He had that victory too.
And he seized it.
Ash’s big, throbbing dick buried itself into me, that bulging tip thrust right to my deepest regions as he let loose a loud, bellowing moan. He gave all he had to hold on that long, and then the flood came.
He let loose such copious spurts of his virile seed. Jet after jet of that cum filling me up as I ground against him, used his body for my own satisfaction until I was wailing along with him and writhing beneath him. Our two bodies coated in a thin sheen of perspiration as we felt our mind-blowing orgasms together. The two of us undulating, grinding, rocking, as he filled me up with that rich cream of his.
And I wanted every last drop. Before the night was over, I was begging in earnest like the slut I was.
I was hooked.
Fucking with a condom on was unthinkable to me after that. Lord knows I tried though! But I kept crawlin’ back to Ash, for more of his raw, hard cock.
Not that I had to crawl. He was true to his word, in every manner. He took me with him around the world, wherever he went. In all the poshest, most expensive hotels, keeping me full of his cock every night after a day of me enjoying the spoils of his fortune while he went to meetings.
It was heaven. Better than I ever had with my parents, he could afford anything for me, and denied me nothing.
Except the pill.
It wasn’t all bliss after all, but swelling up with his baby inside me didn’t put him off. And I still got to live the life of a queen, catered to at all times as I toted his baby boy around inside my belly. So maybe it wasn’t love, or what I’d expected out of my life.
But I was damned happy with it.
His Fertile Groupie
Book Themes:
Breeding, creampie, simultaneous orgasms, and a very horny groupie with a dominant jerk.
Word Count:
5,293
Ally couldn’t believe her luck. After months of following The Buzz around on tour, dreaming of the sexy-as-sin singer, he’d finally noticed her. But more than that, he’d invited her to a special gig, on a private island in the Caribbean.
Only eighteen, she thought she’d experienced all of the pain in the world, and she’d found purpose in their music. But more than that, she spent her nights lusting about their front man. Flynt Slader.
That gorgeous man with the kohl rimmed eyes and the soul that spoke to her. His piercing blue gaze stared into the deepest parts of her. She swore all of his lyrics were written about her life, and she knew they could heal one another’s broken hearts.
She’d just been getting out of a bad relationship when she first heard The Buzz come on the radio, with their hit song, and she listened to it on repeat.
She’d even dropped out of college to follow him around on tour. Every night she styled her bottle-blonde hair into a wild mess of curls and she hoped her dark eyes and full lips and tiny bra tops would entice him. Finally, one night, it did, and she was invited backstage.
That was when he invited her to his private concert, on an island in the tropical Caribbean. He’d told her it was a fundraiser, just a small show for a select few very special fans.
He even shelled out for a private jet for her.
But when she stepped off the luxurious jet, dressed in her nicest and sluttiest black dress with her suitcase in hand, she wasn’t expecting what she saw as she was driven towards her hotel.
Everything seemed so rustic and quaint, as if she’d gone back in time a hundred years. Even the fine manor that she pulled up in front of, with its colonial styling and large support beams out front, reminded her more of an old historical museum rather than the lavish hotel of the rich and famous.
Yet there he was, Flynt Slade, sat outside with his guitar in his lap, strumming idly as he rocked back and forth on the porch swing.
She couldn’t believe her eyes. He was dressed better than he did for his shows, in a nice pair of jeans and a black vest atop a white linen button down. He looked up as she arrived, sweeping his hand through his black hair, making it spike up a bit more.
“Hey, Ally,” he said, and she nearly fainted that he’d remembered her name. She inconspicuously pushed up her cleavage, though her push up bra did most of the work. She stepped towards him, her long, slender legs moving gracefully in her high heels.
She was almost over joyed, too excited to exist, and she couldn’t help that she went to him faster than she should have, acting like a little girl getting a puppy.
“Oh my God,” she said, looking up over the old building. “Is this really where I’m staying?”
“Yeah that’s right,” he said with a smile her way, that uneven expression so charming on his face. He looked like such a bad boy in every way. So handsome and dashing, a devious looking black goatee, and looks that could kill. Even if he wasn’t a musician, he could probably get away with murder on that devilish smile alone.
“We both are,” he remarked, strumming upon that guitar idly, producing such a hypnotic melody as he lowered his dark-rimmed eyes down to the instrument.
“Oh my God,” she repeated, this time louder and with more emphasis. Every bit of control she had was quickly slipping away as she closed the distance between them. She smelled of vanilla up close, her cleavage abs
olutely scandalous as she stared at him.
“I can’t even believe it,” she added on with a full scale blush, her tanned skin turning pink beneath her cheeks.
He looked back up at her, though not without stopping at her luscious breasts to stare a while.
“I like to come here to relax, get myself back together after a tour,” he said simply, in that dark voice of his that produced such beautiful lyrical sounds. “And a man can’t be expected to relax with a fine piece of ass around, now can he?” he remarked bluntly, looking back to his instrument and trying a few more chords.
Ally was such a smitten fan girl around him, so excited that he was checking her out that she barely comprehended his words. When they finally sank in, though, she blushed towards the ground, taking a step backwards and towards the house.
“Oh, yea, totally! I’m so sorry,” she said, her luggage resting against her firm leg. “Totally didn’t mean to interrupt your music, it’s just, I’m your biggest fan and had to, like, thank you for getting me this spot!”
He didn’t seem to pay her much mind, just playing some beautiful notes, practicing little pieces of what she no doubt thought would eventually become new masterpieces of his. Until finally he looked back at her in that scandalous outfit.
“Just leave your things out here,” he instructed her. “Your place is upstairs, right next to the big one. Mine. You can go up there, freshen up. Left a few treats in there for you, to help get you in the spirits before this evening,” he stated bluntly, though an offering of anything from him was something she couldn’t possibly refuse.
Immediately she set down her luggage, backing towards the door another foot or so.
“Oh my God,” she repeated, breathlessly. Right next to his? There was no restraining the thrill that gave her, blue eyes widening with such excitement!
“Okay! This evening, right, of course!” she said, though she had little idea what was in store for her. What plans he truly had for his willingly little groupie. But she could dream.
“I’ll see you tonight, then!” She took another step back inwards, her breathing so quick before she turned and quickly moved towards the stairs.
He didn’t say a word more, just peered back over his shoulder and watched her hurry on up the large, curving stairs through the manor. She saw no other people there yet, but she understood a true artist like Flynt needed his peace.
When she arrived upstairs, there was no mistaking the place he meant. There at the center of the upstairs hall was a set of double doors, old and exquisite, leading the way to what must have been his room. Then, right next to it a small, single door. It was unlocked, and she went right in.
Inside, the old colonial style room was small compared to what his must've been, but lavish and beautiful. An adjoining bathroom with a large tub awaited her, and there to her right… a locked door that could only have led directly into his room.
In all her excitement about that, she almost didn’t notice the silver tray next to the bathroom. There, a decanter with some fluid awaited her, right next to a fancy gold tin. Opening it up she found inside some pills, and knew immediately they had to be what he meant below.
She looked at them curiously, fingers roaming over them before she went to the bathtub and turned it on, letting the hot steam begin to fill the air.
It had been a long flight and she stripped down, looking at herself in the full length mirror next to the bath. Her breasts were large and capped with tight pink nipples, her stomach flat and her ass firm. She was proud of her body and smiled at it before she pulled her hair up into a bun and stepped into the steaming water.
She let it wash over her, breasts disappearing beneath the surface as she kept her hands dry.
With those, she reached towards the pills and the water. She poured herself a glass, the cool drink contrasting against the hot steam, and she held it in her mouth as she popped a pill between her lips and swallowed.
It was risky not knowing what the pill was, how she’d react, but it was thrilling at the same time. A way of learning what type of high Flynt liked.
Little did she know, though, that it wasn’t that type of pill at all.
As she bathed she swore she heard someone enter into her room, and assumed it was the help with her bags as to be expected. But by the time she was done and got out of the tub, she looked into her bedroom only to see her clothing gone and an outfit laid out for her on the bed.
Her bags were nowhere in sight, and a peek into the drawers showed nothing of her own.
She assumed it was all part of Flynt’s plans, and went to the clothes he’d laid out for her.
Outfit was perhaps being a bit generous, as it was a see-through white dress, a pair of matching high heels, and nothing else more but gold chains. A waist sized one, a neck sized one and four others that looked ankle or wrist sized.
She looked them over curiously, uncertain of what to make of it.
She didn’t yet feel any high from the drugs, though the bath had relaxed her and she felt fresh and clean. She’d shaved just before she left, and used the lotion provided so that she was soft as anything.
Even though she was accustomed to dressing sluttily the clothes provided for her made her blush, and she drew her lower lip into her mouth.
Yet there weren’t any other options, and so she pulled on the dress, amazed that her nipples were so visible from beneath it.
There was no way she could go out looking like that, especially without a bra. It felt so scandalous, the way her breasts swayed as she moved.
As the minutes ticked on and the sun began to set, though, she knew she didn’t have the luxury of time, and went towards that door that led to his room. Perhaps if she could just ask for her things...
She knocked twice, listening to see if she could hear anything from within.
It was locked to her though and she couldn't hear anything from the other side. For that matter the door to the hall was also locked, and though that should’ve made her panic she merely reasoned it had to have been for her own security. Right?
She kept herself calm, and decided to take it easy, enjoy the tropical air by the balcony. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there before the sound of music came wafting by her, sounding like it was coming from Flynt’s room next door, out the open balcony door next to hers.
She went back to the door that joined their rooms, and though her first inclination was to knock, she didn’t want to interrupt him in the middle of his performing.
So instead, she gently turned the knob to test it, and surprisingly found it unlocked.
When she opened it up, she saw his massive, spacious room, a giant four-poster bed big enough to fit a family, and then him… sat down by the window.
His vest was gone then, just the shirt on, left wide open, showing his hard, well-toned abs and pecs beneath as he played the guitar. And he looked utterly wrapped up in what he was doing, the random pieces of music from before slowly coalescing into something nearer to a song.
She leaned against the door, feeling quite the voyeur as she watched. She lost track of how long he played as she stood there in nothing more than her translucent dress, the rest of her outfit still resting upon her bed.
The music, as always, spoke to her soul. It touched her in such a deep and meaningful way, and she slumped down a little, closing her eyes as she listened.
At last he stopped and put the guitar aside, casting his gaze her way as he if he knew she’d been watching all that time. His blue eyes ran up and down her figure, able to see her areolas through that white, slinky dress.
“Where’s the rest of it?” he asked curtly, his voice rough and impatient.
She started as he spoke, straightening up and glancing behind her to the door she’d just come through.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said nervously. “It’s just... my clothes? Where are they?” She didn’t know why she was so nervous. She’d hoped to be able to fuck him for so long, but dressing in such revealing cloth
ing, clothing that wasn’t hers, it made her feel more uncertain.
“I gave you better clothes,” he stated bluntly. “Why the fuck would you want the other stuff back?” He sounded impatient with her, and got up from his seat, going over to one of the stands and pouring himself up a drink into a tumbler. He took a sip then looked her over, “You tellin’ me you came all the fuckin’ way out here just to get hung up about some stupid shit you brought with you?”
He was so crass, so rude, but damn he looked good. His hard body on such display, those tight jeans hugging his firm thighs, his round package, dipping low to show the dark hairs that pointed towards his manhood.
She caught herself staring as she took a step back, towards her room. She felt like such an idiot. A confused little girl, and not the badass sex bomb she pretended to be.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said as she went back into her room fully, reaching for one of the gold chains and wrapping the long strand about her waist.
She then repeated it along her limbs, her throat, before stepping into the heels. Though she couldn’t stop blushing, feeling so stupid in front of her crush.
When she came back into the room she found him pouring another drink. He cast a look her way, noting the gold chains back upon her.
“That’s better,” he stated a bit gruffly, leaning his tight, round ass back against the dresser behind him and sliding a hand down over his rocky abs. “Did you take the pill I left you at least?” he asked, and then very unceremoniously undid the top button of his jeans. She couldn't see anything but for the way he slid his fingers down into the gap so lewdly.
It distracted her from his question for a second and she had to force her mind free of thoughts of him unzipping his pants further. At what he’d look like. Smell like. Taste like.
She licked over her lips and forced her eyes away as she finally nodded.
“Yea, but, like, it hasn’t kicked in yet,” she said confidently. “I took it before my bath.”