The Wicked Virgin: An Office Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  So the unexpected pregnancy was a shocker. His sperm … that virile, delicious male cum had worked its magic and now I was going to be a mom. I’d asked around half-heartedly to see if I could figure out who the man was, but unfortunately, there was no way to even get started. I mean, what was I going to say? “So, yeah, I met this really beautiful man at a party, didn’t get his name but I fucked him, and I’m looking for him now?” I’d be laughed out of Dodge. It’s embarrassing but I’d even posted a “missed connections” ad on Craigslist, hoping he’d see it somehow, but attractive men don’t surf the web aimlessly perusing personals.

  So I was in a jam. I figured I’d ace my exams, graduate and then contemplate next steps. I just needed some time to clear my head and it seemed like a fine idea, except when I showed up at dinner … and the man was there.

  I’d almost fainted when his massive bulk trailed Jenna into the restaurant. He was gorgeous still, dressed in a dark suit, his black hair brushed back from his forehead, commanding, powerful, breathtaking. But my sister … my simpering twin was teetering on high heels and a tiny dress, with a big diamond ring on her finger. What? How? Was this the secret boyfriend she’d missed so much class for? I mean, really? Mom and I were supposed to have a quiet dinner for two, and now Jenna had somehow magically appeared with my man in tow.

  Bile rose in my mouth, the acid stinging the back of my throat like pure poison. Could this really be happening? Could my sister’s fiancé be the father of my child? It was too much and I had to leave the table. Mumbling excuses, I pushed my chair back hastily, knocking my napkin to the floor.

  “Come back soon, pretty lady,” drawled Matt, my soon to be brother. Oh god. Matt was handsome as sin, I admit, but the whole situation was overwhelming. I’d sucked his brother’s balls already … oh god.

  I stumbled into the ladies’ lounge, breathing a sigh of relief and leaned against the door as soon as it slammed shut. The perfume in the lounge was strong but at least it was quiet, with no one else in sight. I needed to catch my breath and just relax for a moment, get a hold of myself before making my way back to the table.

  No such luck. Someone pushed, hard, against the door, and I was flung to my knees against a puffy ottoman, the purple sofa breaking my fall.

  “Ooof!” I gasped, out of breath, turning my head in disbelief. Someone clearly needed to go to the bathroom bad.

  But instead, it was the big man. Jake. He stepped inside, ominously looking around to make sure the restroom was clear before locking the door behind him.

  “What’s your problem?” he growled, his face a mask of disgust.

  “What’s my problem? What’s yours?” I hissed back, trying to right myself, pulling my dress down futilely.

  He glanced around momentarily. Like any ornate ladies’ lounge, there was a front area for primping complete with cosmetics, body lotions, and three overstuffed couches upholstered in lavender. The restroom area was in the next room, the bright white walls stark and gleaming. “Pretty nice set-up, huh,” he grunted.

  And in flash, he was on me. “Where the fuck have you been?” he growled into my throat as I squirmed beneath him. Not waiting for an answer, he seized my mouth in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips, tilting my head back for some thorough penetration. I fought back at first, pummeling that hard male chest, kicking at his shins.

  “Mmm, I love it when you fight,” he groaned into my mouth. “Wildcat,” he said, grinding his crotch against me.

  And reader, I loved it. I loved having that big male body in my arms again, sprawled under the sofa beneath him, pinned by his massive weight. I felt my cunny begin to run, my nipples brushing his hard wall of chest as I breathed in his masculine scent, his arms crushing me, his dick an iron rod against my tummy.

  And I worked it like a slut. I whimpered and squirmed against him, tantalizing that pole, the heat between my legs intense, drawing him in like a moth to flame. He pulled away a moment to unbutton my dress, chuckling at the warm flannel against my skin.

  “Hmm, still plaid, huh?” he murmured before delving into my mouth again. But I didn’t give a fuck. I just needed his heat inside me, to be impaled on his fuckpole once more. When my boobs were revealed, encased in the tiniest of lace bralets, he kissed a creamy curve before lasciviously pulling down the fabric to reveal deep pink, hard-as-rock nipples.

  “Unnn!” I cried as he sucked one into his mouth, trailing his tongue against my sensitive areola. If anything, my nipples grew harder under his ministrations, and he rotated between the two peaks, catching one in his mouth before returning to the other, their gleaming wetness trailed with saliva, rosy and sensitized.

  “I’ve gotta fuck these,” he muttered, and unzipped his pants, letting his dong pop out. I gasped. I’d been dreaming of that pole for months now, but seeing it in person again made me salivate with need. It was deep purple, rock-hard and veiny, the tip already dripping with a bit of cream, that viscous man milk virile and tantalizing. I leaned forward for a sip but he pushed me back onto the couch.

  “Titty fuck first,” he commanded, straddling me, positioning his dick between the curves of my breasts.

  “Shee-it,” he groaned, beginning a rhythm, rubbing that pole up and down as I held my breasts together, the soft flesh cushioning his ride. He began a slow rhythm, pushing his cock between my tits, his face a mask of ecstasy. He was so long and hard and big that whenever he pushed up, his glans hit my chin and I tilted my head ever so slightly to get a taste of dick on each upswing. It was marvelous, that shiny, crowning head slick with pre-cum, hitting my lips on each stroke.

  “Uhhh,” he groaned again. “Unnh, unnh.” But I guess he’d had enough and wanted the real thing. “Bottoms up, little girl,” he growled as he pulled off, shedding his shirt and pants. I gasped. His dick stuck out proudly from his hips, that massive member dripping like a stream now, gooey cream falling to the floor. He flipped me over onto my stomach so that I was crouching over the edge of the sofa and lifted my dress so that my ass was exposed, the round mounds lush and tight for him to explore.

  “Fuck little girl,” he moaned, gazing at my exposed flesh while running a finger up and down that wet string between my buttocks. I was secretly glad that I’d made a Victoria’s Secret run recently. Just because I look like a poor student doesn’t mean that I don’t splurge on panties and g-strings. I don’t know, it just makes me feel so sexy and hot even if on the outside I’m a mouse.

  But Jake was one hundred percent focused on my pussy, not even acknowledging the lacy underthings. Kneeling behind me, he pressed his face into my vag, sniffing deeply of my personal scent. “Ohhh fuck,” he groaned again, his hand reaching down to stroke his member. I know I have a pretty cunt. I’ve checked it out in the mirror occasionally and it’s pink and gleaming, without those weird hanging bits some girls have.

  But Jake wanted to taste too. He pulled the sopping wet fabric aside, baring my pussy to his gaze and traced the puffy folds with his tongue. I felt myself grow even wetter, even hotter, as he spread my lips with two fingers, exposing that deep pink interior before tonguing it, lapping up my female essence.

  He then moved to my clit, biting it lightly before suckling, making me scream and squirt with pleasure.

  “Fuck me!” I moaned, my pussy tingling, the juices dripping down my thighs. “Please!” Jake tested my hole with his finger, running it in an inch, then two. “I don’t think my dick is gonna fit in here,” he growled, moving in and out ever so slightly, the walls of my vag tight and hot against those big, thick digits.

  “Oh it will … it has already,” I breathed, humping my twat against his hand, throwing my head back and tossing my hair like a genuine slut.

  “Okay, here goes little girl,” he grunted, standing up to line his dick up with my cunt. His crown teased me, that big head running up and down my vaginal lips, lubricating himself, getting the pole wet for the final act. I could feel each vein of his cock dragging across my pussy lips, the pulsing so s
trong, so insistent that I grew desperate with need, my bottom leaking shamefully as I pushed back against that hardness, everything open and exposed for him.

  With a groan, he edged into my depths. The fit was tight but I was so turned on that cream flowed every which way, coating his pole, my cunny lips, running down my thighs with need. With one fast, hard fuck, he was in me all the way, buried balls-deep, his cock pulsing in my twat, his length so hard and fast and long that I could feel him bump against my deepest recesses, banging me hard and true.

  “Ahhh,” he groaned, starting up a rhythm, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. I turned my head and saw that his face was strained, hot blazes of color across his cheekbones, his abs and pecs tight as he seized my hips, drilling me over and over again.

  “Unnnh!” I squealed. “Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!” I loved every second of it, his cock so deep in me, my pussy sucking him tight. He paused for a moment to reach under my body and rub my clit with one hand as he pounded me hard. It was too much. I started coming immediately, my cunt clamping down hard on his dick as my pussy spasmed in ecstasy, seizing onto that rod, pulsing with pleasure.

  The feel of my cunt giving it up must have driven him over the edge because Jake began spurting into my hot depths, streams of man milk coating my insides, shooting deep into my fertile fields. The hot white was so delicious, so copious that it seeped out between our bodies, dripping down my thighs wetly as his balls slapped my behind, making sure I took the full load.

  And reader, I was such a slut. With a sly look I reached behind me and squeezed his sacs, making sure he pumped every drop into my little body. I wanted it, wanted it bad, and having this man buried in my cunt was the epitome of gratification.

  Except that he was engaged to my sister.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Jake

  I fucking lost my mind. Seeing Matt flirt with Tina drove me over the edge and I basically assaulted her in the women’s restroom. It was fucking shameful and I was an animal. Without even bothering with niceties, I drilled the little girl deep, forcing her to take my cock, pounding that vag like it was my personal cockholster.

  But at least the girl liked it. Tina was warm, voluptuous, and insatiable in my arms. She kissed my penis every chance she could get, licking at it hungrily when I straddled her boobs. And I least we knew each other’s names now. That was a step in the right direction.

  “Oh fuck,” I roared as I came, spurting everything I could into her. It was only later that I realized the import of what I’d done. Just like before … no contraception. What the fuck was wrong with me? What was it about this minx that made me forget everything I knew? If I wasn’t mistaken, there were even some free condoms in the basket on the table, right next to the fancy lotions and hairsprays. What the fuck was my problem?

  Everything about Tina was heaven though. She was all creamy skin, lush, voluptuous curves, complete with juicy twat and bouncy breasts. Her lips up top and below were the palest pink, but once you spread ‘em, she was a deep ruby, that glistening flesh beckoning to me like water in a desert. I was dying to taste her twat again, that tangy flavor uniquely her own, burning my tongue.

  Funny, the girl was ignoring me now. She stood like nothing had happened and began pulling on her dress. I almost laughed at how comical this scene was. I was still naked and sprawled on the couch, her juices literally wet on my dick, and Tina was getting dressed, ignoring me as she smoothed her hair and fixed her make-up at the vanity.

  “Gonna tell me how you ended up here?” I rumbled, stretching my arms across the back of the divan.

  “Gonna tell me how you ended up here? Other than the fact that you’ve been sleeping with my sister?” she spat in return, not meeting my eyes.

  Okay, I had a fireball on my hands. But I kinda liked it. At least she was upfront and sassy, not some scheming devious bitch out to get my money.

  “I didn’t know she was your sister,” I rumbled in return. “Maybe you should have told me,” I said nonchalantly.

  That got the cat. Tina spun on her heels, those glorious brown curls flying out in disarray, eyes flashing. For a brief second, her eyes widened at my hulking male form nude on the couch before her, but she recovered admirably.

  “For your information, I did try to find you after that night but you seemed to have disappeared,” she bit out, two spots of color high on her cheeks. I didn’t blame her. I was purposefully taunting her, and her sheer sassiness was making my blood pump a little faster, my body hardening at the sight of my little wildcat with her claws out.

  “Oh yeah? What did you do to find me?” I asked casually, feigning boredom.

  She paused for a moment. “I scanned Craigslist missed connections,” she said. “I figured you might look for me there.”

  “We were just two guests at a random party,” I said, shrugging. “If Craigslist is the best you can do, then you definitely don’t have a career as a private eye before you.”

  “I’m not a private eye, I’m a law student,” she snapped. “And why was I supposed to look for you? Like you said, we were just two guests at a party. Maybe I wanted an anonymous fling … you know, what everyone does these days.”

  That got the goat. Our one night was more than an anonymous fuck, I’d spent weeks looking for her afterwards. Maybe I hadn’t pulled out all the stops but I should have, given my miserable situation now.

  “Listen honey, things aren’t what they seem,” I growled. “I’m a public figure. Don’t you read the news? Maybe you’ve heard of Sterling Pharmaceuticals, we’ve been written up a lot lately.”

  That got to her and I could see a flush descending over her breasts, those curves taking on the faintest tinge of pink. Hmm, insults to her intelligence really bothered her.

  “For your information, I study day and night,” she said haughtily, “so excuse me if I’m not following up on every billionaire bad boy entrepreneur out there. I’ve got exams up the wazoo and a career I’m trying to get off the ground,” she bit off, her eyes tearing up a bit. “So lay off okay?”

  I immediately felt bad. Okay, so she wasn’t out stalking every rich man in the Valley and I didn’t blame her for working hard. I’d worked hard to bring my company to viability, and I understood that careers have critical times – miss ‘em and you might be forever behind. I softened and took a more conciliatory tone.

  “Well, what’s next then?” I queried, one eyebrow raised. “I’m engaged to your sister, and it looks like my brother Matt has the hots for you,” I rumbled, the thought of Matt on my little girl making my blood boil. Literally I could feel my blood pressure rising at the thought of her in his bed. Fuck, somehow this girl had gotten to me.

  “You tell me,” she retorted. “I can’t do anything about your engagement and hey, if another Sterling brother is interested, maybe I should do some research into his net worth as you’ve made so abundantly clear,” she said, slipping into her shoes.

  I was momentarily distracted by those long, shapely calves, shown off to their best advantage in black patent heels. Mmm, I’ve always loved sexy lingerie paired with stilettos, bring it on any day. But she turned her back to me and flounced towards the door.

  “Jake honey,” she said, throwing one last glance my way, “you’d better get dressed,” Tina smirked, unlocking the door and letting herself out.

  With a growl, I covered my nakedness just as female voices congregated outside.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Tina

  I’d gotten home that night, exhausted from the convoluted turn of events. I was obsessed … with my sister’s fiancé. We were all going to be step-siblings. And Jake’s charmer of a brother, Matt, had been flirting with me all night.

  Fortunately, there wasn’t really anything there. Matt is a good-looking guy, but not quite my type. But boy, does that man have some down-home country charm that sizzles.

  “Sister, your plaid dress is just my thing,” he complimented. “I’m a farm boy, you know, from rural Wyoming. Perfect if you wa
nt to take a trip out there.”

  Keep in mind that this banter was taking place in front of our families. And don’t get me wrong, I was flattered. Flattered that someone obviously sexy, charming and handsome was interested in me, going so far as to jokingly act on it in front of an audience. But was I interested? No. Despite my threats, Matt just wasn’t competition for his brother. Jake was arrogant, domineering, totally controlling … and absolutely irresistible.

  I knew I needed to tell Jake about the baby though. I was about four months along and still relatively normal looking, my tummy protruding slightly but not obscenely. I’m a curvy girl, and a little extra here or there isn’t going to stand out. Plus, who’s going to notice when you’re having a quickie in the restroom? There was no time to check out my body inch by inch.

  But I was still freaked out about the prospect of confronting Jake because I’ve already decided that I’m going to be a mom. The baby was just too precious, and I was getting older – I might never have another chance at motherhood.

  So my mind was made up but the repercussions terrifying. As I gazed at myself in the mirror, I let my mind wander to possible outcomes. On the one hand, Jake could be okay with it and he’d let me lead my own life, maybe seeing the baby once or twice a year. Although disappointing, I recognized that that was a very real possibility. Not everyone wants to bother with the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

  On the other, it could be utter disaster. Jake could demand that I have a second-trimester abortion and I’d have to fight him about it. I’m not sure where the law stands on this issue, but I was almost too frightened to look it up. There were just no good outcomes in this scenario in any way, shape, or form.