by Candy Quinn
“It’s not that kinda pill,” he said to her downing some more of his rum before he jerked his head in a ‘come here’ gesture. “Take ‘em twice a day while you’re here, got it?” He instructed as he looked her up and down, “Unless you want me to bring in some other fan who’s willing to have some real fun.”
“Real fun?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as she walked towards him. “What’s it, like... vitamins?” A teasing grin warped her lips as she bit down on the corner of them seductively.
“Somethin’ like that,” he said, sizing her up with such casual interest as she got up close to him. “They’re good for a woman like you,” he said of the younger woman, pulling his hand from his pants and casually reaching out to lightly squeeze her breast through her top, and sink his thumb into that fleshy mound.
She couldn’t help how broad her smile was, how thrilled she was at his touch. Sure she’d understood all the signs, of her being put in a room next to his, of being forced to dress in such revealing clothes, of being so controlled by the domineering rock star.
Feeling his hand on her, though, was completely different.
“You’re not on the pill are you?” he asked, so bluntly. “IUD? Anythin’ like that?”
He’d asked her that stuff before he invited her along, and she’d answered him then, but she figured he was being safe.
She shook her head no. She had problems with those types of birth control and always relied on condoms to keep her safe.
“Good,” he said simply, rolling his thumb over her growing nipple, teasing that stiff little nub through the thin, see-through fabric of her white dress. “Can’t stand fuckin’ broads with that stuff,” he said, finishing his drink and laying the tumbler down on the stand beside him.
Then, her rockstar crush did such a lewd thing, and he reached his free hand down, popping open another button, then another, tugging down his pants to free that thick, long cock of his. She could see immediately that it wasn’t even fully hard yet, but it was immense. Bigger than any she’d ever seen, and he was exposing it to her right before her eyes. Even the two heavy cum-laden balls beneath.
“On your knees and suck it,” he commanded her.
She wasn’t expecting it to happen like that. She didn’t know what she did expect to happen, but not that.
The God she’d worshipped for so long, the man she thought understood her soul, commanding her so forcefully.
And yet stranger still was how obedient she was about it. She’d lusted for him for so long that she couldn’t resist dropping down, staring right at his cock with such a curious hunger. Her friends would never believe her!
Her mouth opened as her hand gripped the base of his thickening shaft, holding him tight in her fingers. Her tongue poked out, tasting his masculine musk with such relish. Her cunny was throbbing so hard as she went down the length of his shaft, suckling him so eagerly.
Flynt reached out and put his hand upon her head, sinking his digits in through her hair as he began to forcibly guide her actions. His dick was so big, and as it rested along her tongue she could feel it swelling up, thicker, thicker. It soon became hard for her to fit it in her mouth! It strained her jaw just to keep going, but that forceful hand in her hair made sure she continued.
“That’s it,” he said in a low tone of voice, the husky sound of pleasure on his tongue as he spoke to her. “I didn’t fly you all this way for nothin’ after all,” he said, the tip of his cock probing her throat as he urged her on.
One look up showed his eyes struggling to stay open as she worked that thick cock of his, his chiselled abs and pecs tensed as his chest rose and fell.
She’d never been with a man so huge, and as her airways were temporarily blocked, she gripped his thigh tight, her other hand wrapping around his cock more fully. It gave her a bit more leeway so she wasn’t taking him down her throat.
And yet the idea of it made her throb excitedly, and she wriggled on the floor.
A soft moan went over his cock, her pleasured sound so deep that it vibrated his flesh, her tongue working along his veins so intently.
She worked her mouth over his dick so diligently, throwing all her excited enthusiasm into making him moan and twitch with pleasure. He still grasped her head and hair, but finally he groaned and yanked her off his long, hard cock.
“Fuck!” He cursed loudly, “Nearly made me cum, bitch. Careful what you’re fuckin’ doing.” It was confusing to see him so upset at her nearly doing exactly what she thought was her duty, but he looked down at her crossly. “Here,” he said, shoving her face in under the shaft to his two large, heavy balls. “Suck these for now.”
He was so much crasser than she’d expected and she was delighted by it. As though he had ignited a fire in her loins, and so she went to his sac and suckled it in. His heavy cock rest across her face, and she was once more surprised by its length and heft.
But she turned all that attention she’d paid his cock to his balls, lapping them up so hungrily.
The masculine taste of his loins was so intensely unique; he was all man and as that thick, meaty shaft rested over her face, she swore she felt a trill of excitement course through her. It throbbed, spurted its thick precum that she’d only moments before tasted upon her tongue, but now ran down his length and onto her face.
His girth was so hot, and pulsating with desire as she suckled and licked his two heavy balls, struggling to fit them into her mouth one at a time without grazing them with her teeth.
“That’s it,” he husked, hand still on her head as he watched her slather his sac with her tongue and saliva. “You’re not the brightest girl, but you catch on eventually,” he instructed. “I don’t want you spillin’ any of that seed in those balls until I’m good and ready to give it to you.”
His words did a dangerous thing to her, that thinly veiled threat, the questions about birth control, all swirling about in her mind.
And yet she wanted it. So badly did she want it, and she pressed her face more firmly into his sac, her tongue running across his balls so eagerly, dragging her tongue along his flesh.
A low hum went across his flesh as she squirmed, the throbbing in her loins almost too much to ignore.
He shuddered, letting his head arch back as he released a low, lewd moan, all that chiselled, hard flesh of his on display as she slathered over his balls. When his dick pulsed and spurted another jet of precum down its length he pulled her off his balls once more and looked down at her. His gaze was hard.
“Go stand up on the balcony, bend over the railing,” he instructed her, tugging her hair to guide her in the direction, though it made her teeter.
Her mind was spinning. She couldn’t believe that he was so into her, his hard behaviour only making her want to please him more. She walked as quickly as she could towards the balcony, her arms going to the railing as she leaned over, flushing as the skirt of her dress rolled up over her hips and exposed her fleshy ass.
Her blonde hair feathered over her face, hiding her blush in its golden curtain, and her feet even spread to hip width, inviting him in.
It’d been so long since she had sex, not that she lacked the opportunities.
No, she was saving herself. For him.
He strolled up behind her, staring at that ample, round ass of hers on display, and the sight of her bare cunny bared between her thighs. He swaggered on up behind her, reaching his hand out to stroke along the smooth curve of her two cheeks, then dip down, to touch that warm, wet slit below.
“You are one eager slut,” he remarked at the slickness of her cunt, that thick hard dick of his prodding her thigh as he felt her up. “Here’s the thing,” he said to her firmly, grasping the base of his dick as he walked in behind her. “That pill you took? That was some fertility drugs I had brought in just for you,” and he slapped the raw flesh of his dick to her pussy, making a wet smack in the night air. “You know why?” he asked, as if speaking to a child in need of instruction and guidance.
Her mi
nd was reeling, and she tossed her hair over her shoulder as she looked at him, mind swimming with confusion. She may not be a kid, but she certainly couldn’t understand why he’d feed her fertility drugs, come to this island and be his little sex toy with so much risk!
Flynt looked at her with that cocky smirk, the same one he wore on stage, except now he was rubbing his raw dick along her puffy, wet slit, teasing her clit with his thick, throbbing cock.
“You’re gonna be my lil’ breeding bitch,” he informed her, and for a moment he very nearly stuck his dick right in her, nudging that broad crown against her plush nether lips.
“I’m gonna dump every load I have this trip right in your lil’ pussy. And when I’m done? You’re gonna be knocked up with my kid in your belly. You hear me?”
His voice was so firm, so resolute. There was no choice offered to her by the way he spoke, yet her mind reeled with indecision.
And arousal.
To be knocked up by her idol?
Nothing could possibly compare to that, and her eyes widened. She wanted it. Everything in her wanted it. It would be the ultimate thrill, the highest reward a groupie like her could ever want for!
“Yes!” she finally said as her mind stopped tumbling with their thoughts, and her legs spread wider.
“That’s more like it,” he said, giving a smack across her smooth, round ass to make her squeal, using that moment of opportunity to sink his fat dick into her slick little cunt. The feeling of that thick, veiny girth plowing into her deep and raw making her knees quake.
He was huge, his dick as big as his ego, making her feel every inch of it as he sank right down to her utmost depths to nudge against her womb.
“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna like being my personal breeding bitch,” he said before he tugged back his hips and gave a lewd groan into the tropical night air.
Perhaps she should have been put off by his rude language, but she sensed the desire running beneath it, and those raunchy words did little more than excite her as much as the sensation of his dick filling her did.
She could barely believe what was happening to her, but she pushed back against him with such eagerness. She truly was his personal little slut, so absolutely soaking wet and wanton for him.
She’d always played it safe before, so careful with sexual intercourse, but there she was, bent over a railing, offering up her raw, fertile pussy to her idol. And he was taking it for all its worth.
His two hands grasped her hips and ass cheeks as he rocked his hips, the warm ocean breeze washing over them both as he pummeled her pussy, sliding that thick, bulging cock into her so deep as he claimed her his.
“This is gonna be your new life, slut,” he groaned out amid his moans. “You’re gonna live here on my island… gonna pop out as many kids as I wanna have,” he insisted, and with each word she felt his dick throb with excitement. He wanted her to be the mother of his children so damn bad.
His enthusiasm was infectious, and for those moments, she wanted nothing more than to do just that. To be whatever he needed, whatever he wanted, and she shuddered violently against his cock.
With every thrust, her pussy clenched him, that thick head pounding so deep into her against her womb, the threat implicit.
“Yes,” she gasped out, her head tilted back and her back arching as that white dress pulled up a bit more.
Flynt arched his back, letting loose such a lewd, depraved moan at that clench of her pussy around his dick. His skin developed a light sheen of perspiration, and all that hard muscle gleamed in the Caribbean moonlight.
“Fuck!” He cursed, his hefty balls tightening against him as that first load began to travel up through his shaft like an intensely burning pleasure. “Gonna knock you up, slut,” he bit out mere moments before his dick exploded, and all that virile cum blasted out, thick rivulets of creamy spunk filling her up.
As big as his dick was, that rich load of semen matched, pumping her so full as she bent over that railing. He moaned so deeply, filling the night air with his pleasured sounds, pumping her fertile womb full of his seed all the while.
And instead of horrified, she felt so... relieved. Her mind went numb and all that was left was her emotions, that sensation of pleasure that twisted its way through her core.
As his heavy balls slapped against her clit those few final times, she could barely hold back any longer, her entire body excited and so very near to that brink. She brought one of her hands from the railing, moving it between her legs and touching her wet clit, rubbing it roughly.
He felt her bring her hand down, and though he pulled back, he didn’t take his dick out entirely. He grasped the long shaft, and pumped it with one hand, squeezing out the last of his seed into her depths, milking it for another spurt. Then another.
“That’s it,” he told her, stroking her lower back with his free hand. “Cum for me, slut… make that pussy purr and lap up my cum.” He knew it’d only enhance the chances of her conceiving his child, and he egged her on excitedly.
She rubbed her clit so hard and fast, and she was so close that it only took a few seconds before that spark ignited in her loins, spreading out so instantly as her pussy drew him in, clenching his cock so tightly.
“Oh Flynt!” she cried out, lust apparent in her tone as she slammed her hips back against him.
He shuddered, feeling that tight clench of her pussy as it reached climax, and it milked another thick spurt of his virile cum right out of him. He grabbed a hold of her, keeping her in place tightly as she quaked and screeched into the warm, breezy night until they were both panting and sticky.
“Don’t fuckin’ spill a drop,” he warned her so grimly, pushing down on her back to arch her spine and keep her pussy propped up in the air. He plucked his dick from her, leaving it to drool his thick cream, but he very quickly scooped her shapely body up into his arms and lifted her.
Her legs were wobbly, and the heels didn’t help, so she was grateful for his strong arms about her. He smelled so masculine and she nuzzled into his neck, inhaling deeply.
He carried her back into the bedroom and laid her out upon the extravagant, thick bed, his hard cock exposed as he grabbed a pillow and propped it in beneath her ass.
“Let that pussy drink it in,” he told her in that smooth, lyrical voice of his.
And she felt like it was the time to protest, to move away and escape his hold on her, but she didn’t want to.
She didn’t know it before that day, but she wanted absolutely nothing more than to have that tie to him, to know that they’d created something together, their souls forever linked. And so she lay on that pillow, his cum draining into her eager womb.
And he’d promised to breed her every day of the vacation!
Fertile Bimbo
Book Themes:
Bimbofication and Sex in the Office
Word Count:
4,198
There were always rumours about how Roxy had gotten her position as senior manager of the warehouse facilities. For good reason too. She was still fairly new to the business herself, only working there for two years, and that included the last year, which she had spent in some level of management.
Truth be told, the rumours were well founded. The owner had a thing for her—busty and beautiful as she was, of course he did. Despite her best efforts at remaining professional, she had given in and spent a few nights with the man. It wasn’t even unpleasant. Truthfully, the only thing that kept her from giving in more was her desire to be taken seriously. It’s something that would make her mother proud.
Since her duties in the summer months revolved mainly around instructing the new hires, young men in for summer jobs, she was able to avoid the knowing stares from the older workers. Though, by no means did that mean she got to avoid the leers.
Tending to a group of virile young men fresh out of high school on their summer break meant quite the opposite.
One of them in particular always seemed to catch her eye with a grin. A
handsome young man, tall and broad shouldered, well built. So well built… which was on prominent display as he usually shed his shirt early on each morning. His well-toned physique catching the glint of the sun as he toted the heavy cargo to and from the warehouse.
Somehow, despite all his time bare and exposed, that skin of his remained a nice peachy colour. His short cut hair a brilliant blonde.
He had chest hair, but it matched his head and so was almost invisible upon his skin unless the light glinted off it the right way or she was really close… like now, where she could see the soft trail it made down across his abs towards his groin, that was just barely out of view by his low-hanging jeans.
“Roxy?” he asked, trying to gain her attention as he stood in front of her desk, just a few feet away. Clearly aware of her staring.
Her eyes jumped back to his face, as if her hand was caught in a very delicious cookie jar. “Yes, Chris?” Roxy’s dark skin hid her flush, and she was thankful for it, but it still glistened under the heat of her sheer blouse and tight skirt. She’d forgone her tights for the summer and her inner thighs were sticky from the humidity and she squirmed a little, hoping for relief but finding none.
Chris tugged off his work gloves, the one piece of clothing he wore above the belt. “Wanted to have a little chat with you,” he said, a smile upon his handsome face as he ran a hand through his short, spiky blonde hair. Without another word he helped himself to leaning over her desk, resting one palm upon it as he looked her straight in the eyes. “You and me, tonight after work. We’re gonna go out. Sound good, Roxy?” The youthful cockiness and supreme confidence just oozing from his every word.
So much so that she wanted to leap at the chance, to smile and feel excited, like she would have when she was younger. Instead, her dark eyes met his, and her lips went tight. “Well, Chris, I’m flattered, but I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
He tilted his head and gave her a disappointed look. “Well alright then. How about I shut that door and you bend over this desk right now? Last offer, Roxy,” he said with a smug smile that irritatingly only enhanced his handsome features, those bright blue eyes of his.