Begging to be Bred

by Livia Bloom

  This is what we both want.

  I take his shirt again and pull. His heavy body doesn’t move at first but when I turn and give the implication of the bedroom, he’s suddenly very light, almost like a feather, trailing me.

  He follows me to the bedroom and I turn to him. My hands hurry under his shirt, feeling the soft ripples of his muscles. He’s warm and relaxed, but I don’t know how.

  My body is out of control.

  I make a quick move, sliding my hands up and he lifts his arms. His shirt is off and my eyes are glued to his perfect body.

  I can’t believe this man is my boss.

  It is too bad I am quitting the job.

  But that’s okay because I’ll have Carl’s seed. He’ll be connected to me forever.

  Without a word, I start to move to my knees.

  Carl puts a finger under my chin. “No, no. Not yet.”

  “What now?” I ask.

  I’m desperate and I know I sound bitchy.

  How much can one woman take?

  Carl leans forward and presses his lips to mine. The move was unexpected, but I sure welcome it. I open my mouth and taste his thin lips a second before he opens his mouth too. Our tongues touch and rub together. The kiss doesn’t stop there. We push at each other, fighting for space. His tongue goes deep into my mouth and then I press back. He lets me win the small battle and I taste his mouth.

  We continue for a little bit longer and then I feel his hand touch my neck again. He’s gentle and doesn’t have to be. His hands move to my shoulder and with a subtle press, I know what he wants.

  Our kiss ends as I move to my knees.

  I’m before him again. I reach up and put my hand flat against his stomach. My other hand pulls at his belt, but only as a small tease.

  “Please,” I whisper. “Please, Carl, please.”

  He touches my hair. “Beg for what you want.”

  “I want you,” I say. “I’m begging for you. For your cock, in me. For your seed, in me. Carl, please… please have me. I’m your secretary. I’m yours.”

  Carl smiles.

  That’s what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear the mix of work and play.

  Fine.

  Done.

  He exhales his breath and I pull at his belt. It loosens. His hand then clamps down on mine.

  I shudder.

  What now?

  “Get on your bed,” he says. “And get naked.”

  I can’t resist his needs, and won’t.

  I stand up and hurry to take my clothes off. There’s too many clothes, just too damn many. My shirt is on the floor in a mess, my bra is now unsnapped, my large breasts free. As I wiggle my arms to let the bra fall to the floor, my breast wiggle. Carl moans and I see his hands ball into fists.

  “You can touch me,” I say.

  “I know,” he replies.

  But he doesn’t touch me.

  He’s perfect at seduction, that’s for sure.

  I slide out of my pants, leaving my panties for last. They’re wet and stuck to me again. I’m as messy as I was back at the office.

  I sit on my bed and open my legs. My hands are on my legs and then slide to the inside. I come up and let the tips of my fingers touch the wet cloth of my panties.

  “Yes,” Carl says. “Yes…”

  My left hand moves across my pussy and then slides into the panties. I pull them across my body, exposing my pussy to Carl.

  That’s what he wants and that’s what he gets.

  I let him enjoy the show for a few seconds before I finally push my panties down and off my body.

  I’m naked now, waiting for Carl.

  I don’t give Carl the chance to speak when I say, “Please Carl, please.”

  I want him, I need him. He’s asked me to beg for him and I’ve done it. I’ll do it again too, if he asks. Whatever it takes, I need him inside of me. I need to feel that endless pleasure, knowing what could become of our sex together. You may consider him a stranger, as I do, but let’s face it, everyone is a stranger in some way or another. To him, I’m a stranger because of my fantasy. My wildest urge that pounded like a second heartbeat, a calling that began and wouldn’t stop. To me, he’s a stranger because our time spent passing and chatting were nothing more than what a normal office would offer.

  The boss and the secretary, the age-old story of lust and fantasy. They never end well. Lucky for me, I hate my job and plan to quit. My boss doesn’t know this part yet, even as he’s staring at my naked body. I’m on the edge of my own bed, in my apartment, my legs spread. My sweet smell attacks the air and wins; my body is warm, and my breasts feel swollen and desperate. The man before me isn’t my boss anymore but rather the tall, semi-dark skinned man I see everyday at work. His shoulders are wide and round with muscle, leading to more muscles through his arms. The rest of his body matches as I imagined it would. The lines on his body resemble some kind of erotic art, made for sexual desire and the fulfillment of my fantasy.

  There is, however, only one real important piece of him that completes the fantasy.

  His cock.

  As long as his cock is hard and his cock works, all will be right in my world.

  His hands move to his belt. He doesn’t need to use both hands but he does. He makes the scene look hotter and more dramatic than it really is. He’s playing into it all, which is fine for me.

  “Please,” I beg in my most innocent sounding voice. “Please… I need you…”

  My right hand curls around the sheet on my bed. My left hand wants to do the same but I have a better idea.

  I touch myself.

  My pointer finger and middle finger spread my moist labia open. My hole is tender, throbbing, and warm with juice.

  His eyes gaze to my pussy and he licks his lips.

  I’m not interested in his tongue as much as I am his cock, but I would never deny a sexy man to lick between my legs.

  “I really need you,” I say, adding a desperate sigh and cry. I feel my throat almost in a whimper and I realize that I’m not playing anymore. I’m not playing in his fantasy, that ultimate secretary-begs-for-the-boss kind of thing. I need him.

  Really bad.

  My pussy and body are ready.

  The fantasy is standing before me.

  He pushes his pants down, and I see the beginning of his cock.

  It’s his cock I want, and need.

  It’s his cock I beg for.

  It’s his cock that will breed me.

  __

  He steps towards me and steps out of his pants.

  His cock is everything I fantasize it to be. It’s the perfect cock for breeding, and he’s holding the base of it in his hand, letting the rest of him bounce as he walks. My tongue wraps around my lips once, twice, three times and I can’t help myself as I hurry to the floor.

  I’m on my knees, yet again, but this time I’m not begging for Carl.

  I’m going to suck him.

  I’m going to taste him, just for a minute or two.

  Carl comes forward, his cock pointed at me. I open my mouth and accept him. His thickness is perfect, my mouth able to open enough to take him. I place my hand on his cock. He releases his grip and I take over. With my hand on his cock, I stroke him as my lips slide up and down his head and shaft. He’s amazing. He’s so hard, and the head of his cock is perfectly defined. I can only picture his cock spitting into me, filling me.

  I close my lips as tight as I can and pull back. I taste the flesh of his head, the sensitive skin that makes him jump for a second. That jump turns into a thrust and half his cock is buried in my mouth. As I pull back again, I come down one last time and stop. I suck, let my tongue run along the bottom of his shaft, and then pull off his cock for good.

  I look up at Carl and see the look in his eye.

  He’s thinking about tasting me.

  He wants me.

  Yes.

  I’m back on my bed, my legs spread wide again.

  “Carl,” I whisp
er.

  He shakes his head at me.

  He doesn’t want me to speak.

  He comes down and places his lips to my stomach, just below my belly button. The erotic pulses shoot through my entire body.

  “Yes,” I call out to Carl. “Yes!”

  Carl’s tongue touches me next, moving down past my shaved skin, stopping at the hood of my pussy. He curls his tongue and lifts up, exposing my clit. My favorite spot. He licks up and down with short licks, putting pressure on my clit.

  Fuck, another orgasm is ready.

  My body is shivering with pleasure, waiting for one more move.

  One more move.

  My hands are tight around the sheets and then it happens.

  Carl moves down with speed, right to my throbbing hole. He flicks my pussy hole and then he forces his tongue into me. His tongue massages my walls, making circles inside of me. As my back arches, my body rocks against his mouth, my orgasm cresting.

  The climax hits hard, much harder than the one at the office.

  I’m leaking everywhere and Carl stays with me. His tongue moves up and down with soft- fulfilling- licks until he finally comes back up my body. When he reaches his original spot below my belly button, I expect him to stop but he doesn’t. He continues. His tongue is climbing up my body. He stops finally when he gets to my breasts.

  Carl’s hands are on the bed, his elbows bent enough so that his large arms flex. He looks wonderful that way. His tongue guides itself around my breasts, enjoying my warm skin and nipples. My nipples are small and hard, perfect for flicking. As he flicks me, my body gushes. I’m still rocking my body and pussy, wishing it were full of cock.

  Carl continues up my chest to my neck, kissing each side with a delicate passion. He’s a lover in these few seconds and not the ravaging boss forcing me to beg for him. When he moves to my ears and nibbles on them, I cry out his name and my hands are on his back, my nails scratching at him.

  A second later, I finally feel it. I feel his cock touch me. His thick tip touches my labia first, then my hole. The gentle man who had just kissed my neck with soft lips now turns back into the stranger that I want to breed me. He’s staring down at me, his face with no emotion. He looks fucking sexy that way and I feel his body flex as he thrusts at me. His abs rub against my lower body as heiscock enters me.

  It takes him a few hard thrusts, but his cock moves deep and moves fast. He presses himself hard against me and continues to move. He wants to feel his body against mine. I like it. When he’s fully inside of me, he pauses and then pushes back up. I can stare at his entire body now, straight down to his cock as it gently slides in and out of me. When he pulls out of me, his cock glistens with my juices. I’m soaking him and he’s stuffing me. We’re the perfect combination.

  He places his right hand to my left breast and squeezes. Even with his large hands, he barely manages to grip my entire breast. I thrust up at Carl, watching my body manage his cock as he works it in me. He increases his speed, his muscles flexing more and more. Soon the bed begins to shake and my headboard thumps against the wall. Carl has his feet on the floor, giving him all the balance he needs to fuck me.

  I have my legs spread wide, wishing I could spread them wider.

  He’s fully inside of me, reaching the depths that I need to be bred.

  He stands up and his hands touch my body, running down my sides to my hips. His left hand touches my pussy, his thumb massaging my clit. The touch of his thumb brings back the rush of orgasmic pleasure, allowing me to climax easily.

  My orgasms rage and collide.

  I lose my breath, find it a few seconds later, and then call for Carl.

  “Please,” I cry out, “please… fill me…”

  I’m begging him again and he likes it.

  His hands move to my legs and he lifts them into the air. My knees bend at his muscular shoulders and my pussy is lined up perfectly with his cock. He’s fucking me with ease and speed, the way I like it. My pussy throbs on him as he fucks me, squeezing his hard shaft, wanting him to release in me. The grip of his hands on my legs increases to the point of pain. It’s a pleasure-filled pain and it’s easily masked by the intense pleasure inside of me. His cock is moving so fast I can barely notice when he’s leaving and entering me. It’s just constant pleasure.

  He’s grunting and groaning, his body flexing. The sweat shines on his chest and stomach; he looks amazing. He looks delicious. He looks ready.

  “Do it,” I say, “Carl, please. Do it.”

  His eyes look to mine and the absence of emotion turns me on even more.

  His motion is wild and his pumping is relentless. There’s no sign of him slowing or stopping.

  I reach down to my ass and I feel so much moisture leaking.

  “Oh fuck,” Carl growls.

  “Fuck, yes,” I say. “Yes.”

  “Yes,” he says.

  Carl thrusts forward, deep into me. He holds himself there and his head falls back. He groans again and then it happens.

  He reaches his climax.

  The warm load begins to fill me, hotter than my own pussy. The thick release is clinging inside my body as he holds there, shooting harder and deeper.

  My mouth is open but nothing comes out. Not even a whisper.

  Carl is grunting each time he comes. My pussy throbs each time he comes, wanting more.

  He pulls back a little and then thrusts forward. He starts to use my pussy to milk himself. He’s doing his job perfectly, keeping himself deep, making sure all he gives me stays where it belongs.

  He finally lowers my legs and pulls from me.

  I look at Carl and still can’t find anything to say.

  He just smiles and then begins to dress himself.

  We’re in silence and I enjoy it. I close my legs and hold them tight. I have him. I have Carl. I have his warm seed.

  As he walks out of my bedroom, I tell him I’m quitting my job.

  He smiles at me and nods.

  I can tell he prefers it that way.

  My eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep. I’m naked, in bed, covered in sweat, smelling of sex. My body is hot, pleasured, and I’m full of Carl’s orgasm.

  No matter what the result is from here, I know that I’ve begged to be bred…

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