Their Secret: An MMF Secret Baby Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  So I was here to pick up the beautiful girl, and Mona glances up upon seeing my reflection in the glass door, smiling with light in her eyes. Because that’s what I love most about our brunette. No matter how rich or influential we are, our female is about the things that matter. Our personalities. Our needs and wants. The good and the bad, Mona accepts it all.

  And oh shit, but I love this girl too. I love the woman she’s become even more than the shy little thing she once was. And her voluptuous figure never fails to turn me on. Her thick hips, round tummy, and juicy ass make my cock stand straight at attention with the slightest provocation.

  I watch as Mona hastily finishes her conversation with the vendor. She can hardly keep her eyes away from me, and a grin spreads across my face as I imagine what I’ll do to her once we’re alone. Finally, after what seems like an age, the vendor leaves and Mona and I turn to one another.

  “You know you get me all frazzled?” Mona teases as she brushes her body against mine.

  “It happens to me too, sweetheart. Are you ready for dinner?” is my low rumble, pulling her hip to me as I press my lips against hers.

  “Yes,” she breathes on my lips before kissing me once more.

  After a brief stop in her office at the back of the shop, we head to the waiting limousine, ready to get going on our date night.

  “How was work?” Mona asks as I climb into the backseat.

  “Come here,” I growl, ignoring her question as I pull her into my lap.

  “Gray!” She giggles, wrapping her petite hands around my neck.

  “I missed you!” I growl into her breasts, yanking at her dress to reveal those big breasts before sucking on her nipple.

  “Oh Gray. You know that drives me crazy!” She squeals loudly, her body grinding against my pelvis. My cock is so hard, it’s ready to burst through my pants, dying to get inside her tight little pussy.

  Mona’s sweet snatch grinds against the fat bulge of my cock, bending and stretching to fit me like a glove. I know every corner and cranny to make her scream, and with the flick of my wrist, I bring her to climax on my lap without even taking her panties off.

  “Gray!” she cries. I love that voice. It tells me that even though she doesn’t want to stop she feels that she should.

  We’re stuck in traffic, surrounded by other vehicles. If it weren’t for the insanely dark tint of the windows, the man looking on at our window from less than three feet away would see her full breast falling into my mouth as she creams in my lap.

  “Fuck me before dinner, Gray,” she pants, her hips thrusting against my cock as she tugs at my belt.

  But it’s not enough. Because we’re a threesome, and Mason deserves to be in on this too. Sometimes we do one on one sure, but tonight, I know my man would want to be a part of this.

  So with a sly smile, I pull my cell from my pocket, dialing the blonde god.

  “Hey,” he grunts, eyes going bright when he sees Mona’s big boobie off to the side. “Fuck.”

  “That’s right,” I growl. “You ready for some fucking, lover?”

  “You got it,” he rasps, dick out in a flash, that huge pole visible in the lower right corner of the screen.

  And just like that we do it. Mona and me in the car, Mason watching and participating in his own way.

  “Put it in her ass,” he rasps, fist pumping up and down that hard shaft as I take my place behind Mona. And with a squeal, it starts. I slide myself into that deep brown anus, the girl so tight and hot, eyes squeezed shut as she gets dicked from behind.

  But that’s not it. Mason wants me to feel pleasure too. So during a traffic stop, Mason turns his eyes to Mona. That big fist is covered in cum now, the screen slightly smeared with white goo.

  “Put it in his ass now,” he commands harshly. “Make him work for it.”

  And giggling, Mona obliges. Because we share, every which way, in this game for three. And leaning over, I let her do it. Mona bends her head to lick my anus first, trailing her lips over that dark hole, but then it happens. One small finger finds its way inside, sliding upwards, making me moan.

  “Fuck,” is my harsh grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  But Mona’s not done yet. Slowly, her finger curves, tickling against my prostate, milking my glans. And oh shit but it feels good! Her other hand wraps around my abs, grabbing that big fuck stick and stroking it in time with the finger in my butt.

  “Oooh, big boy,” she coos. “You like that?”

  Mason’s watching too, his eyes blazing through the screen.

  “One. Two. Three!” he commands. And just like that, I blast off, white ejaculate spraying everywhere, hitting the windows, walls, carpet and seats of the car.

  But this isn’t the first time. We’ve soiled every inch of this limo, not to mention the apartment. Every piece of furniture in the fancy pad has our cum and pussy juice soaking into every flat surface possible.

  And what can I say? This is our love, and how we like our love. It’s not for everyone, but it works for us. And after what we’ve been through? It’s worth it.

  So with Mona panting and begging, my ass quivering with her finger stuck inside, we pull up at the restaurant. A shadowy figure strides forward, surely the valet about to bust in on a hot, steamy scene.

  But instead Mason slides inside, eyes bright, the bulge in his pants ready to play.

  “Good evening,” he rasps, shutting the door. “Are you ready, my loves?”

  Because it’s the truth. We started out as Mona’s stepfather and therapist, a dirty trio with the purpose of seeking closure, or at least some kind of answer to our taboo needs. But after three years, that answer is now clear. Because the curvy brunette is our life, our love, our future … and what started as off-limits is now the only thing worth living for.

  THE END

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  SEAL’s Plaything

  ~A Secret Baby Military Romance~

  © 2018

  By Cassandra Dee

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  DEDICATION

  For all the dirty girls who love wild rides.

  This book is just for you!

  ABOUT THIS BOOK

  SEAL’s Plaything: A Secret Baby Military Romance

  He wants to use my body.

  Mason Jones is the hottest SEAL I’ve ever seen. But he’s not into anything serious.

  And in exchange for a wild night tearing up the sheets, I agree to keep it casual.

  So I let him call me Pussycat.

  Sweet thing.

  Pretty baby.

  Because it doesn’t matter, right? It’s just no strings hook-up.

  But the problem is that I keep coming back for more.

  I keep begging the SEAL.

  Worshipping him.

  Panting and pleading.

  On my knees and bent over every which way.

  Because I desperately want Mason …

  But what if he doesn’t want me back?

  What if I’m just the SEAL’s plaything?

  CHAPTER ONE

  Sara

  Oh no.

  I stood on the edge of the pool in a red swimsuit, wishing the concrete would open up and swallow me. The suit, now more of a faded pink than red, was way too tight. My mom only bought me the plain one-piece because she was convinced that I needed to get my nose out of my books and my butt in the water.

  “Live a little!” Phoebe begged. “Get out there and meet some nice boys!”

  I’d refused to look up, cheeks flushing. Because the truth is there were no boys interested in me. I was more of a wallflower, the invisible girl who faded into the background.

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sp; But Phoebe didn’t know that. Even though we didn’t have much, my mom wanted me to get out there and make lots of friends, so she’d bought me a red swimsuit like the ones from Baywatch. But the problem was that even if the suit looked like the ones on TV, I don’t look like the actresses wearing them. I’m plush and round everywhere, more of a curvy girl than a hard body. So as you can imagine, the outfit looked completely different in real life.

  But usually it’s okay. I like being luscious, I’ve never thought that skinny string beans with gristly muscles looked good, but hey, to each their own. Except today. Today I was lined up, toes touching the edge of the water, looking at the Olympic-sized pool below, feeling horribly out of place. The water was beautiful, rippling and blue, but also slightly threatening. Because could I handle it? Would I survive? We were doing the school swim test, and everyone else seemed comfortable and at ease. I, on the other hand, just prayed not to drown.

  “Squeee!” shrieked the whistle. Jolted, I looked around wildly, staring at the other girls. What did that mean? But the instructor watching us just smirked.

  “Ready?” she belted. “Two laps ladies, over and back. It’ll be over before you know it!”

  My heart sank. Because the thing is, I’m not very good at swimming, and two laps is a lot. It’s not that I couldn’t do the two laps, it’s more that I’d swim them in a messy doggy paddle, flailing this way and that, kicking like a mofo. But no one said you had to be an Olympic swimmer with perfect strokes, so doggy paddle it was.

  And then came more blasts.

  “Squeeeee!” went the whistle. “Squeee! Squeee!”

  At that, the other girls dived into the pool, slick as seals, while I watched, toes still curled over the edge of the cement. Oh god, oh god! They were already going strong and I was still stuck here like a lump on the hot concrete. This would never do.

  So taking a deep breath and squeezing my eyes shut, I jumped in. No dive, god no. I can’t dive worth salt, and jumping in was fine, thank you very much. As I pushed off the edge, gamely I began trying to stroke. Right arm forwards, then left. Then right. Oh wait, and there was kicking too, I had to kick! Left foot kick and then right. And then left. I gasped, panting and flailing, hoping I didn’t look too stupid.

  But the stress and anxiety got to me because I’m not an expert swimmer even on a good day, and this afternoon was worse than usual. My vision filled with blue and white shapes, bubbles that seemed about a mile high, and suddenly the water was everywhere. It weighed me down, panic rising in my brain and I began choking and splashing like mad.

  Doggy paddle! Screamed my mind. Pretend you’re a golden retriever enjoying a dip in the pool on a hot summer day! No big deal! Doggy paddle girl, doggy paddle!

  But I couldn’t control my rising panic. The water was everywhere, pressing down on my head, making my limbs feel heavy and I thrashed more, trying to push the waves away. But it did no good and suddenly, I began to sink, to drop deeper and deeper into the depths, the silence forming a seal over my head.

  Oh god, I never thought I’d die here in the school pool. I always thought I’d go peacefully when I was seventy or so, but instead, here I was at age eighteen, about to give up the ghost during a school swim test. It was humiliating, but when you’re on your last legs, you don’t care anymore. A wave of peacefulness washed over my frame, my mind curiously light as I gave in. Good-bye Mom, came the words to my head. I love you.

  But suddenly a crash sounded and I was propelled upwards, almost bursting from the water in a huge spray. Reflexively, my body jerked, coughing and hacking, trying to survive while clinging to my savior.

  Because a man had rescued me, and he held me tight now, mouth in a grim line as he dragged us both over to the pool’s edge. Unable to focus, I clung to that muscular chest, desperately heaving and coughing.

  “Aacch,” I snorted, water coming out of my nose and mouth. “Aacch, aach,” I hacked again, boobs heaving.

  Okay, not the cutest way to make an entrance, but then again, what did it matter? I’d literally seen the light at the end of the tunnel, thinking it was my last moment on earth.

  And a heavy hand came down, clapping me on the back, helping me roll over so that I was on my side. More water spewed from my mouth as I hacked and coughed violently, big boobs spread on the concrete, my rump high and bare for all to see.

  Because the damn suit had come off. During the flailing and thrashing, the cheap material had literally slipped off my breasts, and now here I was, creamy flesh spread out for all to see. Oh god, oh god, I had to cover myself, I had to pull the nylon back in place but I couldn’t, I was too busy hacking and coughing spastically, unable to do anything but vomit water.

  But my rescuer took pity. Those big hands moved swiftly, and while it was just us, he pulled the swimsuit back in place, covering up my huge tits, making sure my pussy didn’t show.

  “Piece of work, ain’t ya?” a growl came. “A real piece of work.”

  I glared up at him, still hacking and coughing. Did he think I couldn’t hear? How dare he call me a piece of work! It’s not liked I’d drowned on purpose. And why would I do that anyways? Did he think this was fun for me, that I’d subjected myself to this swim test on a lark?

  But my mind stopped then, screeching to a halt. Because I’d felt that male body against me earlier, while my savior dragged me out of the pool. But I hadn’t really looked at him, too busy coughing my guts out. And now that my spasms were dying down, now that I was definitely going to stay alive, my eyes took in the lifeguard before me and widened appreciatively.

  Because the man was absolutely gorgeous. Built like a god, a huge, broad chest narrowed into a vee, showcasing developed pecs and a defined six pack. Plus he had strong arms and thick, powerful thighs, making him prime lifeguard material.

  But it wasn’t just his chest and abs that did it for me. It was the rock hard length that curved under the board shorts. Because he wore regulation lifeguard gear, a pair of swim trunks that weren’t overly tight, but they couldn’t even begin to hide what lay beneath. There was a giant ridge underneath the fabric, running along the length of one massive thigh, and I gasped, eyes going wide involuntarily. His swimsuit had come loose during our ordeal as well, and what I saw made the air disappear from my lungs, chest going tight.

  It was his dicktip. That’s right, his cock was so huge and hung that the tip literally dangled from the opening of one pant leg, glans a deep purple, shiny and helmet-like. Staring like a wild woman, I could even see his hole, that tiny little opening that beckoned, making me want to press my tongue inside.

  Unable to speak, my gaze flew up at the man, and immediately, the air whooshed from my lungs again, making it impossible to breathe. Because he was so gorgeous, so devastatingly handsome that my heart skipped a beat. Black hair and piercing blue eyes looked back at me, amused, that mobile mouth curving into a knowing smile.

  “Sorry ‘bout that,” my savior ground out. “Didn’t mean to shock you, it was an emergency and all.”

  And with that, big fingers adjusted his board shorts so that his dick no longer showed.

  “We don’t get a choice in uniforms, and this was the longest they had,” he shrugged, eyes still gleaming at me. “I figure you can put up with it, I just saved your life after all.”

  Panting and heaving, lying on the ground, I struggled to sit up, curves still blatantly obvious in the too-tight suit.

  “Thanks,” was all I could manage in a strangled voice. “Thanks,” I croaked again.

  Oh my god! My brain screamed. You just saw his cock and that’s all you can say? He just saw your pussy and creamy tits, and that’s all you can say? Oh my god, oh my god!

  But there was nothing more to be done because people were running over now with cries of, “Did Sara drown?” “Is she going to live?” “Call 911, does anyone know CPR?”

  Never mind that I was sitting up now, clearly on the right side of life. Sure, I looked like a wet rat, but still, I was going to live
. And with another knowing grin, that smile gleaming and white, the lifeguard strolled away.

  “Take care, now,” came his departing rumble. “Take care, pretty baby.”

  And with that, a circle of people surrounded me, blocking his retreating form from my gaze. A babble of voices filled my ears, annoying and loud, but I couldn’t hear. All I could see, all I could replay in my mind, was the bronze god who’d saved my life, the man with the wicked blue eyes, muscled bod, and hot, hung rod.

  It was so wrong. I should have been panicked, I should have been worrying about my health, but did that matter? No. All I could think about was him. What was his name? Did he usually work here? Would I ever see him again? I’d failed my swim test after all, it was going to take some practice. Maybe he could teach me?

  And despite the swirl of activity surrounding my frame, a secret smile crept onto my lips. Because yes, I’d been drowning. Yes, I’d been helpless in the deep end of the pool, ready to say my last rites. But I hadn’t been so out of it that I didn’t notice.

  Because when the studly lifeguard put his arms around me, pulling me from the depths, it’d pressed against me. I’d felt that hard rod pulsing against my thigh, the unmistakable pole of man pushed up hard against my belly, ready to take. The fuckshaft had seared me then, even on the brink of death, and maybe that’s what had brought me back from the edge.

  Because I didn’t want to die a virgin. I wanted that massive piece of iron claiming me, delving deep into my insides, impaling me to the max. I wanted to pant in the gorgeous alpha’s arms, but with a different kind of panting this time, one of lust, heat, and need.