by Miley Milque
He is looking awkward--a little tense, even. I sense a bit of regret behind those sullen eyes. Regret about not fucking me wen he had the chance. Regret about not getting the opportunity to feel the tightness of my warm pussy around his cock. Regretful that he never got to cum inside me.
Lucky for Mr. Thompson, I'm here to give him a second chance.
"That feels good," I say, smiling as Mr. Thompson takes my foot in his lap and starts massaging it. I flex my foot, stretching the muscles of my leg, moaning.
"Y'know... your wife never deserved such a loving husband." His hands freeze. The thought of his wife brought up too many unpleasant memories. Mr. Thompson clutches my foot harder; the memories had triggered anger and resentment.
"I bet I give better massages than her..." I sit up on the couch and reach to massage his slumped shoulders. His eyes close softly and he lurches forward as I massage away the tension.
"I bet I fuck better than her, too." He wasn't expecting me to say that. His neck goes erect and his eyes shoot wide open. He turns toward me with an exasperated look and I can't hold back my giggling. I get up to saddle myself over his lap. To my surprise, Mr. Thompson doesn't react.
"Would you like to find out?" I tug down on my tight tank top to expose my bare breasts behind it. Mr. Thompson just stares up at me, looking totally perplexed.
"Go on... give them a little suck..." I grab one of my tits and bring the nipple to his trembling lips. I open my mouth a bit, encouraging him to do the same.
When his lips part slightly, I rub my nipple around the edge of them. I bring my hand to the back of his neck and run my fingers through his dark hair, nudging him in closer.
Then his lips form a tight seal around my areola and his eyelids drop. Mr. Thompson flicks his tongue wildly on my nipple, moaning and sucking with delight. My neck tilts back and my back arches.
Mr. Thompson opens his mouth wider to get as much of my breast inside as he can fit. I bring my other hand down to my crotch and dip my fingers beneath my shorts.
"Mmm..." I moan, rocking my chest against him while I finger my clit. "I'm so wet for you already..." My tongue darts to the corner of my mouth and circles the edge of my lips.
My legs wrap around his waist still on the couch and I thrust myself into his hard abdomen. Then I start to gyrate my hips and bounce around in his lap, dry humping the rising tent of his jeans.
I let out a playful squeal when he picks me up by the ribcage while my legs are still wrapped around him and tosses me back onto the couch. I stretch my legs out straight for him to tug my shorts and panties off while I lift off my tank top.
When I'm naked, my legs are spread eagle toward him, inviting him to fuck me.
Mr. Thompson pushes against my knees so they're at the sides of my head. My legs jolt in the air when he dives face first into my wetness and licks all around. He puckers his lips and slurps between my folds, lapping up the sweetness of my juices with total relish. His tongue flicks my clit and my hips buck against his face.
Mr. Thompson holds me by the ass cheeks and squeezes them tight, pulling me in closer against his mouth. His saliva dribbles from my pussy, down the line of my crack and around my asshole.
I grab the front tuft of his hair and run my fingers through it, holding his face against my pussy while rocking my hips in a circular motion.
"Cammy... you--you taste so sweet..." He says when he finally comes up for air, wiping the wet sheen of my fluids from around his lips. Then he dives himself between my legs again and thrusts his tongue into my entrance.
The tip of it curls inside me, stimulating my insides. My chest arches on the couch; my ribcage protrudes above the soft slope of my belly. I clutch my round breasts and shove them together, biting my lip and enjoying the immense pleasure.
A current of electricity is building in my core, flowing up my spinal cord. I wrap my legs around his head and push him deeper with my calves.
His tongue swirls inside me, lapping up my wet fluids as they gush from me, spilling over his bottom lip. My toes curl in the air while I'm squeezing tight around his neck. I want him to go deeper...
"Mr. Thompson... I want you--I need you inside me." He pauses, looking up at me with his head between my legs. Then he pulls away, apparently nervous. He stares at me, studying me.
The consequences of getting me knocked up flashes before his eyes. The potential risk is there. Still, he's gone too far with me to just stop now...
He breaks himself free from the grip of my legs and lifts his shirt, maintaining eye contact with me. Then his hand moves to the buckle of his jeans. He is committed now. The temptation of sticking his cock inside me is too much for him to resist. I could see by the lust in his eyes that his curiosity was beginning to override any the fears about getting me pregnant.
Mr. Thompson tugs down on his jeans and briefs, and his erect cock springs out of them. When he's got them all the way off, he gets himself between legs and I gasp when I feel his cock spreading my labia. I can feel his racing heartbeat in the quick pulse of his throbbing cock.
I stick a stick a straight index finger at the corner of my mouth, saying, "Do it! Fuck me Mr. Thompson!" His shaft slips in my wetness, gliding between my folds. My thick fluids coat the length of his shaft.
"A--Are you sure?" His expression is one of apprehension. All he needs is a little bit more encouragement...
I grab the head of his cock between thumb and forefinger and guide it to my entrance. I bite down on my bottom lip, grinning slightly through my teeth. I feel the tight walls of my entrance giving way to his enormous cock.
Then it slips in the wetness of my insides and my legs twitch in the air. The walls of my entrance wrap tight around the neck, compressing the entire head as I pull him in deeper with my other hand on his ass.
"Ungh!" I yell, bucking my hips to the sensation of his cock entering me. My tightness grips around his thick shaft as he pushes in deeper with a certain hesitation. "Push!" I command, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him in closer.
Mr. Thompson squints hard; his jaw drops. "Fuck! You're so tight, Cammy..." He grabs hold of my tits and gives them a squeeze. I giggle and tense the muscles of my core to make my pussy even tighter for him. He groans and squeezes my tits harder.
Then his head drops to my chest when the head of his cock taps my cervix. His balls tap against my puckered asshole and my legs spasm at the hips--it hurts just a little bit. The pain quickly subsides in the euphoria of his enormous cock filling me whole.
"There we go..." I say, giggling at him and patting the back of his head resting on my chest. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
I rotate my hips, working the length of his cock like an expert whore. My walls clench tight around him, squeezing and compressing the whole of his stiff dick.
A bit of his precum dribbles out from me when he pulls out all the way to the tip. Then he pushes himself in balls deep me with a fierce thrust, clutching my tits and moaning loud.
Again and again, Mr. Thompson continues to drill me as I buck my ass against him. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead and roll in the crevice of my sternum. He huffs and groans, keeping his face scrunched in concentration. He must be using a whole lot of it to keep himself from cumming like this.
"I want you to cum inside me..." I say, staring up at him as my body jerks back and forth on the couch with each impaling thrust. Mr. Thompson shakes his head. He is still afraid. "It will be okay, I promise," I tell him bringing my hands around to his clenched ass to assist his thrusting.
"But what if you get--" He says, shaking his head again.
"Don't worry. I want you to. Cum inside me... please!" I moan loud for him. His face begins to relax; he lets out a long, hoarse moan.
"Fuck--Cammy--I'm... cumming..." My whole body shudders when his warm spunk filling my uterus. An explosion of euphoric tingles bursts from the depths of my core, spreading out to every extremity.
Again and again, his cock pulses and squirts more of his seed
into me. My hips gyrate in the air, milking every drop of cum while our bodies writhe together.
My back arches and the muscles of my core convulse sporadically. The orgasmic energy washes over me, making my mind go numb with ecstasy. Mr. Thompson wails. His legs quake beneath him and his pelvis jitters.
His thick load fills my insides, seeping out from me and dribbling down my crack. His body jostles on top of me while my walls squeeze tight around the whole of his dick, holding him there relentlessly until every ounce of sperm has been extracted.
When the tremors in my limbs begin to fade, he collapses his full weight onto me. A wide grin spreads across my face as I pet the back of his hair, holding him to my bare chest glistening in the sheen of our sweat. I had succeeded in getting Mr. Thompson to impregnate me.
After all, I haven't taken any birth control for weeks and I am in my most fertile period right now. I set it up that way just for him. Thanks to me, Mr. Thompson has found his motivation.
THE BBW BRIDE GETS STRETCHED WIDE AND CREAMED INSIDE
CHAPTER ONE
Sarah's cheeks ached from the smile she'd had plastered there for over an hour as she watched couple after couple come to the counter with their cute couple orders of coffee.
Two caramel lattes. Two espressos. Two regular coffees, no need for sugar because she's sweet enough. A lull in the line gave her some breathing room.
She pulled out her cell phone, tapped the button on top to make sure she still had a charge. The time flashed on the screen. No call or text message from her date last night but her shift was almost over at least.
She could go home and wallow in a pint of Rocky Road with some chocolate syrup drizzled on top for good measure.
Another couple came to the counter. When had the coffee house been renamed to Noah's Cafe? What was with all the couples coming two by two? Was it the universe's way of mocking her own lack of a love life?
Hope lingered that her date would call back. Something had to break the first date curse. Lately she'd had lots of great, at least to her, first dates but no second dates.
She quickly got the couple's beverages placing them in front of the woman and stared wistfully at the crowded tables in the coffee shop. Each one of them taken by families or cooing couples.
She pulled out her phone again and tapped the power button. No texts. No missed calls. The clock on the screen ticked over to mark the end of her shift. The couple smiled at her and walked away with their drinks, a newspaper discarded on the counter.
"Hey, your paper."
"Could you just toss that?" the woman asked.
"Sure why not. I've got nothing better to do."
The woman smiled again, her eyes twinkling with what Sarah could swear was mischief.
She yanked off her apron with the logo of the coffee house emblazoned on the front, grabbed the paper and headed to the back room. She tossed her apron in the basket of dirty laundry just inside the employee change room door. About to toss the paper in the recycle bin a small ad at the bottom of the page caught her attention.
Tired of lonely nights, watching everyone else be happy? Is it your turn for love? Let us introduce you to your perfect match. Turn to page six for instructions."
She turned the paper over in her hands, perusing it quickly. She didn't recognize it. There were a few local papers and a couple of underground news rags. But this one was new to her.
She flipped to page six and scanned down the page until she found a larger ad for a mail order bride. She burst through the change room door and walked into the employee lounge.
She slumped into the soft leather couch pushed up against the far wall. As far as employee lounges went she'd seen worse. And there was no one at home to miss her if she didn't leave right away.
Mail order brides were outdated, weren't they? Why would a woman sign up for that? Why would a man agree to marry a woman he hadn't met yet?
She closed the paper and put it beside her. Her hip buzzed. Hope surged through her as she yanked her phone out. Just a text from her friend asking how her date last night had gone.
Obviously not as great as she'd thought.
She shoved her phone back in her pocket and contemplated the mail order bride ad. Still skeptical, Sarah picked up the paper again and read the ad thoroughly.
That couldn't be right. But she read it again. And a third time for good measure to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. The ad wasn't for one man to marry the successful candidate but two!
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of two men pleasuring her, loving her.
If she'd been drinking any of the coffee she served all day she would have sputtered it out at the next line of the ad. The two men were wolf shifters. Denial stormed through her brain but she kept reading the ad over and over again.
The possibilities were endless. If they picked her. She pulled out a pen and paper and started her letter. There was no time to waste while ideas were running through her head.
When she got home she'd type everything into the computer and hit send. The twenty minutes it took her to get home would give her time to think about what she was about to do.
The image of her date last night flashed through her mind. With fresh perspective she saw what he really looked like when he saw her. The slight disappointment in his eyes when he saw her plump frame. The small grimace when he looked at her wide hips and ample breasts.
There was no way she would change her mind. When she got home she would send the letter of a lifetime to two wolf shifters.
CHAPTER TWO
Asher's fingers few over the keyboard as he typed up another message to Sarah. For weeks he and Culver had been corresponding with the woman and every time his email program announced a new message from her his cock jerked.
They hadn't met yet but he already felt a pull, a desire for her that he couldn't explain. In the beginning she had been reluctant to send a picture of herself, insisting she looked better in person.
When she'd finally relented he'd nearly fallen off his chair at the voluptuous beauty that smiled at him from the computer screen.
"What are you saying to her this time?" Culver asked hovering over his shoulder trying to read the missive.
"What we talked about."
Culver whistled and dropped into the chair beside Asher. "You think she'll agree to meet after only a few weeks of emails?"
"I hope so. I can't take any more cold showers. And the pack is getting more insistent that we find a mate."
Culver chuckled. "I know what you mean. I can't wait to sink into that supple flesh."
"What if she isn't the one of us?" Asher asked.
The ad in the underground paper had been a last ditch effort to find a mate for them. The pack had been pestering them for months now because they were the only ones who hadn't found their mate.
Once the triad bond was sealed their place in the pack would be assured. But if it turned out she wasn't meant for them they would have no more options. The pack could wait only so long before they were kicked out and left to fend for themselves.
"She's the one. You have to believe that," Culver said.
Asher wanted to believe that. Every time he opened one of her emails he wanted to believe that. The charm, intelligence and wit in her responses turned him on just as much as her curves. Culver had insisted on a body shot of her.
The embarrassment in her eyes and slight blush on her face in the bathing suit photo made him want to mount her. He'd wanted to find her that second and test the bond between them.
But they needed to move a little slower. Let all parties become accustomed to how their life could change if she proved to be the one.
Asher paced the living room images of her racing through his mind. He didn't want the bond just to forgo being exiled. The more he got to know Sarah through her letters the more he lusted after her.
"I want her to be the one but we have to face the possibility that she might not be. I get the feeling from her emails
that she doesn't quite believe we're wolf shifters."
"We'll deal with that when the time comes. Besides, what woman can resist my charms?" Culver flexed his muscles and flashed a grin.
"Fine. I'll send the message asking her to meet us at Blood Moon."
"Right on! Dancing and sex. You know me so well."
CHAPTER THREE
Sarah's stomach flipped, her heart hammered in her chest. Pacing her small apartment didn't ease her nerves. She needed a larger space to prowl. Despite her unease a smile spread across her face.
If she hit it off with Asher and Culver would she be able to prowl with them? She still wasn't convinced they were in fact wolf shifters but if they looked even half as good in person as their pictures she would let them mount her in a heartbeat.