by Amy Brent
She felt him moving, sliding in in and out gently, working her mouth until she could take more and more. Finally, she felt him move into position. He grabbed both of her massive breasts and held them together, sliding his huge member between them, fucking her this way over and over. He moaned loudly as she licked the top of him each time it poked out of the top of her breasts, giving him just a tease of her mouth again.
“Oh God Kate, yes.” He groaned out until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He flipped her over, and she smiled with his actions. This was her favorite, and he knew it. She felt him spread her wide, and she lay flat on the bed this time. Feeling him push into her she moaned loudly and arched her back slightly. He always gave her exactly what she wanted. He pushed into her over and over, the two of them becoming one and she knew it would always be good between them.
He rolled her over, this time she found herself on top. She slid her tight sheath down over him, until she rested on him, fully encompassed by her body. She leaned forward slightly as she slid up and off slightly and then back down hard and swift. She felt his hands on her hips, guiding her and she watched her huge globes pound him in the face as he worked her hips on his member.
She pumped harder and harder, faster than she thought possible as she gave him everything she had. She made circles slowly, but he refused to let her slow down, instead grabbing her hips with his hands, and using her to pound hard.
“Please oh….please, Aaron.”
He looked at her as she climaxed reaching her orgasm as she came down hard on his staff. He gave her time to recover, before turning her slightly until she was laying on her side, and he had on leg on his shoulders. He was able to push in even deeper this way and she yelled out as he pushed into her the first few times.
Soon he had a rhythm, pounding her hard as he smacked her ass with one hand, pinching her fat nipple with the other hand. She was his, and he was using her now, just like he had the blonde at the pool. She felt another surge of ecstasy as he fucked her hard, using her tightness to get off. She urged him on.
“Use me Aaron, take it…..take it.” She yelled out his name as she found another orgasm this time she felt the evidence of it as she felt the wetness covering him as he pumped into her.
He moaned loudly, this time pulling himself out of her, and she took over, her mouth replacing her wet sheath as she let him pump into her mouth over and over, only stopping as he cried out her name and he spilled all over her face and chest.
After, they lay together, him staring at her with a faraway look.
“What?” She asked him.
“What are we going to do with another baby love?” He arched an eyebrow at her and she blushed profusely.
“How did you know?” She had a feeling she already knew the answer to her question but she asked it anyway.
“You do a little something special when your pregnant Kate, and you scream with your orgasms, they are so much more intense. I know your body.” He gave her a wink as she moved into his arms, letting him hold her tightly.
“I was going to tell you…” she trailed off.
“Well I saved you that conversation then didn’t I?” He kissed the top of her head.
“I love you Aaron, I have to wonder what would have happened if I didn’t see you with the blonde in the pool that day. If I hadn’t embraced being turned on and let myself have the orgasm in the pool house.”
He pulled back “Wait what?”
“Oh yes, I did it right there, watching you. leaning back on the chaise lounge in the pool house, I played and rubbed, if I recall I actually called out your name when I found release.” She blinked at him innocently.
He moaned.
“What’s wrong my dear?” She licked her lips wickedly, knowing what he would say.
“I am an old man Kate, but somehow you find a way of making me forget that every time you’re near me.” He glanced down at his swollen member alert growing and reacting to her story.
“Poor baby, let me see what I can do about that.” She gave him a gleaming smile as she moved down the length of him, kissing nipping and touching his every muscle until she licked his rod, watching it grow bigger with her every move.
She sighed as she heard his moans and intake of breath, her sweet soft mouth covering him and sucking him. She loved pleasing him, and only stopped when they heard the soft cries from next door.
“I’ll go.” She offered, standing as she threw on a robe and he gently stroked himself. “Don’t waste that, I’ll be back.”
As she walked down the hallway to Jacks room, she reflected on how much her life had changed in such a short time. She kissed her baby boy, knowing everything was precious. After he was asleep she made her way back to the room, where she dropped the robe and her husband welcomed her with open arms.
Taken by Daddy’s Boss
Reginald
Business was booming and there was nothing else Reginald Covington loved more. At 49 he was tall, in great shape and despite his two failed marriages, he still had more than enough money to last the rest of his life. He glanced down at the laptop on his desk, knowing he needed to find a few more applicants to interview for the assistant position.
He sighed heavily, running a hand over the salt and pepper stubble on his chin. Human resources were never his area of expertise, and he didn’t want to start doing it now. A sly smile lit up his face when he thought of why this had all happened in the first place.
Sheila was a firecracker, and the sex had been great. Sadly, she had wanted more than he was willing to give and when she quit, he wasn’t really surprised. It left him in a lurch temporarily, and left his bed cold. He tapped the screen of the monitor, leaning back slightly as it buzzed to life. He had known better than to even start the affair up, but he had done it anyway. He knew then it was the one and only time he would mix business and pleasure.
He heard the buzz of the intercom.
“Mr. Covington. Mr. Baker is here he needs a word.”
“Send him back Linda.”
He smiled widely as the tall door swung open, and Baker came in. Benjamin Baker had been one of the few loyal employees that Covington Enterprises still had. There from the very beginning he had helped make the place its first million. He stuck his hand out to welcome him in.
“Ben, how was the flight in? I hope it went well.” He arched an eyebrow at him, gesturing at the seat in front of the desk.
“It went well, actually very well.” He tossed a file on the desk. “Twenty-three percent more than your asking price.” Close in age Ben sat a head shorter than his boss, though they shared a camaraderie and respect between them.
Reginald nodded his head as a smile formed on his face. “I knew you were the right man to send.”
Ben tipped the glass Reginald had offered him as he replied. “Thank you boss.”
Reginald made an odd sound. “You’re as much a part of this company as me Ben. Really, thanks.”
Ben finished his drink, and then smiled as they walked towards the doors. Reginald patted his shoulder once more. Running a hand through his hair.
“You ok Covington? You seemed a little put out.”
“Yes, just trying to do the hiring now that Sheila is gone…” He trailed off, and Ben coughed lightly. He gave Reginald a reassuring pat on the back. As he was leaving, he spun to face him once more.
“You know Chelsea just moved back out this way, she may be a good fit.”
“Little Chelsea, I haven’t seen her since she was what 7, 8?” Reginald arched an eyebrow,
Ben laughed lightly. “She is far from little. She is 24 almost 25. Just think about it.” Ben smiled and said his farewells as he made his way down the long hall towards the elevators.
He slid back into his chair and went back to work doing his best to figure out what qualities made for the best assistant. He let his thoughts drift back to Sheila and he smiled once more. He would have to make an effort to check in on her soon. She wasn’t a bad
woman; in fact, she was quite pleasant to be around. With her short black hair and striking features she was more than a little fun in the bedroom. She had surprised him in more ways than one with her wanton behavior and hidden talents.
Even now he could feel himself getting aroused thinking of her as she lay before him. He felt his cock throbbing and thought about jerking off on the bathroom. But that’s not what he needed. He wanted something soft, something warm….
Yes, he would have to get in touch with her and see if he could smooth over her broken heart. What she wanted was impossible, but what he could give her had been more than enough for her before. Grabbing his jacket, he made his way down the long hall and into the garage. He knew where she would be and in no time he found himself at her door.
Chelsea
She stood back looking at her reflection once more. Her green eyes were sharp and focused, fringed with dark lashes that enhanced them even more with the paleness of her skin. Her mass of auburn hair was flowing around her shoulders in soft curls and she shifted her focus to her outfit. Scrunching up her nose, she turned ever so slightly to look at the back of the dress, hoping she had managed to put everything where it belonged. The dress actually was flattering to her curvy figure, but she bit her lip as she concentrated on how she felt.
At 24 she had really been sheltered. What experiences she’d had had been limited to some heavy petting and toleration on her part with a few guys who ultimately had no interest in her anyway. Tonight she was going out with her girlfriend, and hopefully once and for all rid herself of her virginity.
Turning once last time she finally gave up. “It’s all I got.” She smoothed down the front, and marched out into the living room of her father’s house. She had been home a week now, and although she had been gone 14 years, it seemed like only yesterday she had played in the front room with Leslie, both having no idea what life had in store for them. It was also in that room when her parents had sat her down and told her they were getting a divorce.
Looking back now it made sense. They were both very different people. In some cases, that was a good thing, but in others it made for drift, and when someone wants to live life and is being held back it can be hard. Even now her mother was off in the Alps somewhere. She had wanted to see the world her entire life and she was finally doing just that. Her father, on the other hand, was content in the family home and working his daily job.
Initially she had gone with her mother, but in time she had grown tired of the loneliness when her mother was gone and gone away to school. It was there that she learned more about who she was and what boys were like. After that she had called her father, who had welcomed her back home. He continually pressed the issue that there was plenty of room for her, but she wanted to get her own place, and to make a name for herself.
Hearing the honk, she made her way outside.
“Bye Dad.” She slid into Leslie’s car and they pulled off just like old times.
“So what's the plan tonight.” Leslie methodically thumped her thumb on the steering wheel.
“I don’t know, I just want to do something crazy and live little. I don’t care just pick a bar or something.”
“You sure you want to give it away this way Chelsea, I mean it's kind of a big deal?”
“No at this point it’s just a thing that makes me different. Yes, I'm more than sure.”
They pulled into a bar, it was a smoke filled waterfront place, full of people who were more than likely regulars. The two of them settled into sets and did a quick glance around the room. The usual blend of people were present, most of which were already drunk. There was one guy in particular, dark haired and staring at Leslie, to which Chelsea nudged her.
“Oh wow its Bill Cooper.” Leslie shifted in her seat, taking a long drink from her beer, blinking rapidly as he approached. He moved with a fluid grace and smiled widely at her.
“Well, well how are you two pretty ladies?”
“Good, good how are you Billy, haven’t seen you lately?”
“Just got back recently, so want to talk a bit.” He held out his hand to her.
She glanced at Chelsea and with a nod she was suddenly off walking with Billy Cooper of all people. Once the town hero and football star he had lost his way and come home, doing his best to pick up the pieces of what he had once been. Chelsea knew Leslie had had a crush on Billy since grade school, and she knew that nothing would keep her from hanging with him now.
Chelsea glanced back around the room again, this time a head catching her eye. He was older, graying just at the temples. The biggest thing was that he was watching her intently. She felt a rush of heat course through her as she discretely looked around to see if there was anyone else nearby. She smiled slightly, looking at him once more.
Older, but still handsome, and dressed impeccably in a suit he signaled with one finger and the bartender moved quickly to make him another drink. The power almost exuded from him and she watched as he seemed to do his best to ignore a woman who stood nearby him. She knew he wanted her to come over and she stood then, taking in a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart.
Who better to help her than someone with a little experience? She moved slowly, feeling his eyes on her as she walked over towards him. She flung her mass of hair behind one shoulder and ordered a drink, doing her best to seem uninterested in him. She could feel his eyes, almost caressing her as they roamed down over her frame and back up. As her drink arrived, she watched him gesture to the bartender once more, without a word.
“The drink has been taken care of miss.” He gave her a smile and was gone once more.
She turned to look at him now, his eyes were a deep blue and he was more man than she had been around in a long time. She smiled at him, taking a drink once more.
“Thank you for the drink.”
“The pleasure is all mine.”
She felt heat, then once more. It seemed to rush through her veins as he turned to face her head on. She did the same until they were facing each other, him in the seat and she stands.
“My name is Linda.” She held out her hand, feeling the heat of him as he took it. She felt funny using a fake name, but the last thing she needed was to give out too much information. After all, this was all for the sake of losing her virginity.
“Reg, nice to meet you sweetheart.” He let his hand linger in hers for mere seconds before he let her go.
“Thanks for the drink Reg.” She felt comfortable with him, and her body reacted to his as he moved closer to her.
“SO, Linda…what is a pretty girl like you doing in here?”
“I am just trying to meet new people that is all.” She blinked at him and felt the excitement rush through her as they spoke.
The conversation carried on until the hour was much later. She was comfortable with him and he made her laugh. She glanced at her phone to get the time.
“Hot date?” He asked her, his eyes resting on her mouth for a second.
“No, it's just getting late, that’s all. My friend was taking me home, but…” She trailed off as she looked around the corner.
“I have an idea, why don’t you let me take you home?” He smiled warmly at her.
She swallowed hard. This was her one chance to do it. “Unless you'd like to go somewhere else?”
She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as he gave her a lazy smile. He stood then nodding once at the bartender as he put his hand at the small of her back leading her out of the place. She quickly made and sent a text to Leslie, complete with a thumbs up emoji. She slid into the cool leather seats in his car, surprised at how easily she had gotten comfortable with him. He sat down in the car, resting his hand on her knee for a moment before he set off for home.
She could feel the pressure of his hand through her dress, she knew then that she’d made the right choice. As they pulled into a parking lot she found herself nervous and excitement all at once. She glanced up at the towering building, waiting as he reserved a roo
m for the night and then he escorted her inside. Some part of her should be worried, or scared. She had only spent a couple of hours getting to know Reg. He was ruggedly handsome, and even now as he held the door for her he towered over her, the confidence oozing from him. She heard the click of the door as she turned to face him, instantly finding his mouth covering hers. The kiss was all hot as he delved into her mouth and kissed her until neither of them could breath. He moved with casual ease as he slowly unzipped the dress in the back, letting the soft, slick hit the ground at her feet.
Being a big girl she was immediately concerned about her size, but she felt his hands, then, both running down the length of her cupping her thighs gently as he kissed her once more.
They moved again, this time he moved towards the bed, pulling her with him. Soon he was seated on the bed and she stood before him her body clad only in a bra and panties. She felt his eyes taking her in, and slowly they made their way upward and he looked into her face. He gave her a wicked smile as he moved his hands up, then following the curve of her hip and up, sliding back until he ran them up the small of her back causing her to shiver slightly.
He gently moved up even more until he found the clasp at her back and deftly undid it. He moved upward once more his fingers tracing a path as they went, hooking the straps of her bra and as he ran his hands down the length of her arms he pulled the contraption off with them.
Having always been ample in that area her breasts thrust forward as he tossed her bra on the floor. The puffy pink of her nipples harden instantly as the air hit them, and his eyes took her in. She felt his hands moving, covering first one and then the other. His touch was gently, as he rounded the smoothness of the creamy mounds until he found a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it gently, pulling and tugging until it stood hard and erect.