Jock's Baby

by Roxeanne Rolling

  But they’re already zooming off, out of the parking lot and onto the highway. They leave behind the smell of burning rubber and burning oil.

  “Fuckers,” I say. “If I ever catch them, let’s see if they want to say that again to my face.”

  “Fucking right,” says Tom. “Should we drive after them and show them what’s what?”

  “They’ll turn up sooner or later,” I say. “And when they do, I’ll make them eat their fucking words and shit them out…one of those painful shits, too.”

  Tom cringes.

  “See you later,” I say. “I’ve got a hot date.”

  “But I thought you said she hadn’t called yet?”

  “It’s just a matter of time,” I say, and get into my sports car and speed off onto the highway.

  Sure enough, I’m not even home yet when the phone rings.

  “Hey, babe,” I say. “I knew you’d call.” I don’t even need to look at the caller ID to know it’s her.

  “You really think a lot of yourself,” she says, her voice on the phone crackling a little bit with the reception.

  I’m accelerating the car, making a double pass on the highway.

  “So we having some fun tonight or what?” I say.

  “Yeah,” she says, after a long pause, as if she’s rethinking her decision. But I know what she’s going to decide in the end.

  She gives me the address, and I just happen to be right at the right exit.

  I speed along the road, with the windows down, and the wind blowing in my hair, until I screech to a stop in front of her boring apartment building. Not that I don’t normally speed, but I can’t help driving even faster. The memory of her body is burned in my mind. She’s just so sexy. I have to have her again.

  “Couldn’t keep away, eh?” I say, as she opens the door, looking even hotter than the night before. She’s no longer wearing her business attire from the night before. Instead, she’s wearing a negligee without a bra, one that shows off plenty of thigh and legs. Her breasts look perfectly beautiful under the thin pink fabric.

  “I just thought there’s no harm in having a little more fun, right?”

  I kiss her forcefully, and we almost tumble down into her apartment.

  She’s walking backwards as she kisses me back, and I slam the door behind us.

  “I don’t have any roommates,” she says.

  “Good,” I say.

  We fall onto the couch. Her hands are all over my body, feeling my bulging muscles. I notice though that she goes right for my cock, which is standing at full attention, threatening to burst through my pants.

  She’s already breathing heavily and shallowly at the same time.

  “Aren’t you going to suck my cock?” I say.

  “I’d love to,” she says, starting to undo my pants greedily. The belt buckle falls off to the side as she fishes my cock out of my pants.

  Her head lowers towards my cock. Fuck does she look hot in this negligee. Her back is beautiful and just slightly and perfectly muscled, with little dimples by her shoulders.

  “Oh yeah,” I say, letting out a little groan as she starts sucking on my cock.

  I love watching her beautiful lips tighten on my cock. She’s really gone overboard with her appearance…not only is she half naked, but she’s all done up in makeup too, and the lipstick is smearing just slightly on my cock.

  She bats her eyelashes seductively as she sucks, and now I thrust my hips, so that her mouth is completely filled with my cock, right up to the thick root.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I say, as she nods.

  Fuck, this feels good, but I need to taste her beautiful pussy on my own lips.

  I pull out my cock after a couple minutes, and she eagerly spreads her legs out, while reclining on the overly-cushy white couch. She’s expecting that I eat her out, and we don’t even need to talk about it.

  I lick her legs, beginning at her ankles, and slowly work my way up to her wet pussy.

  She lets out a beautiful moan and arches her back as my rough tongue makes contact with her outer lips. I ignore her clit for a good two minutes, while I work one and now two fingers inside her. She’s gloriously wet and warm, and she tastes simply delicious.

  Now’s the time. I lick her clit ever so gently with the base of my tongue, and now I use the tip of it to poke at her.

  “Fuck...fuck…fuck,” she’s saying over again, and her body is squirming in front of me.

  “I want to make you come,” I say, lifting up my head just slightly to whisper the words to her.

  It’s not going to take much longer. She’s already almost over the edge.

  Another thirty seconds and she’s moaning incredibly loudly and as she begins coming, her thighs tighten around my neck. Fuck her skin is so silky smooth and sexy. I love feeling like I’m trapped forever between her legs.

  “I need you to fuck me now, with your huge swollen cock,” she says.

  “Getting better at dirty talk, I like it,” I say.

  I’m completely naked now, so all I have to do is help her pull the negligee off.

  Her body is naked in its completely glorious, seemingly shimmering before me.

  “Not taking any chances tonight,” I say, as I pause for a moment to fish out a condom from my jeans. I can’t believe I didn’t have one on me the other night—I always carry some around, but I guess I’d already used up my stash a few days earlier, if you know what I mean.

  I roll the condom onto my cock as she’s urging me to hurry the fuck up and just fuck her already.

  She’s still seated on the couch, and the height is just perfect for me to kneel on the ground and plunge my cock right into her eager pussy.

  Oh fuck does she feel good, so fucking tight and warm. Oh shit, I feel like I’m going to come immediately. But I’m certainly not inexperienced and I hold off for another ten minutes as I very slowly increase my speed.

  I’ve got my hands on her perfect breasts, but I can’t decide where to look. I love gazing at her stomach, her tits, her legs, as I fuck her, but finally I settle on her face, and our eyes lock as she starts coming again.

  She’s making these crazy noises now like I’ve never heard. Fuck I like it when a chick is as eager as she is.

  I can’t hold off anymore. She’s just too hot. At least she’s already coming.

  My cock unleashes itself deep inside of her, filling the condom completely to the brim.

  “Oh fuck,” she says, her eyes wild. She looks completely spent, and fuck am I too. I think she drained every last drop out of my cock.

  6.

  Lexi

  Fuck, was that hot.

  He’s such an asshole and he really thinks he’s like God’s gift to every woman that he graces with his presence, but fuck is his body hot.

  Too hot to stay away from. I hate to admit it, but he was completely right about me not being able to stay away.

  We’re lying on the couch now. It’s been about five minutes since he just fucked me into a coma of ecstasy…two orgasms, not bad.

  I went into work today really not planning on ever seeing Jeff again. Just a one-time thing. But by the middle of the day my eyes were getting bleary with the endless rows of numbers I was analyzing, and I kept daydreaming about heading off to the bathroom to furiously masturbate to Jeff.

  Well, I didn’t masturbate to him. Instead, I got the real thing.

  He’s lying against me so that I can feel his cock as it starts swelling again.

  Jeff’s massaging my breasts, fondling it gently with his strong hands. “Ready for round two?” he says.

  Oh God. Why didn’t I see this coming?

  I was half-hoping he’d just leave after the first session, just like he did last night, slamming the door behind him. That’s the best way to deal with guys like this, just let them leave, let them think you’re crying your eyes out when he’s gone, when in reality you’re relaxing with a goo
d movie and a pint of ice cream.

  I’m tempted to kick him out, but as his cock keep growing, pressing into my leg, I feel my own desire re-awakening for him.

  “Come here,” I say, suddenly getting an overwhelming urge to have his huge cock in my mouth again. “Let me take care of you.”

  I take his cock gently into my mouth, and hold my lips tight, tighter and tighter, until he lets out a moan.

  “Fuck that feels good,” he says.

  We’re already completely naked, so there are no clothes or bras to remove. Our clothes are in a heap on the white carpet.

  Jeff’s bucking his hips, letting his cock enter my mouth. I can feel the massive swollen head hitting the back of my mouth. Fuck is it hot.

  I pull my head away.

  “Here,” says Jeff, putting his hands on my hips, and gently repositioning me, so that I’m bent over the couch, with my hands down on the plush cushions. My ass is high up in the air, and now he gets behind me.

  This is going to be a quick one, I can already tell.

  We’ve been through all the bells and whistles of foreplay. Now we just want a quick pleasurable dessert, with as many orgasms as we can pile on top like cherries.

  The head of his cock grazes my pussy, and now it enters me, slowly at first, but Jeff’s not taking his time with this fuck. He’s already plunging all the way into me hard and fast.

  Oh fuck, does this feel good. Why can’t all men fuck like this, super hard and super fast? But there’s something else too. There’s an immense sense of power in Jeff. I guess that’s what you get with a professional quarterback. He spends every day working on his body, honing it to absolute perfection, and damn can he fuck.

  My face is tilted up slightly towards the ceiling and I’m moaning like crazy. His hips are smacking into my ass, making a slapping sound every time he comes into me fully.

  It’s all over ten minutes later, the orgasm making me so weak I sink onto the carpet.

  Jeff stands over me, admiring me, still lightly stroking his cock, before removing the condom that looks like it’s about to burst with his come.

  “Fuck that was hot,” says Jeff. “See you tomorrow, then.”

  He’s not saying it like it’s a question. It’s just a fact. He knows I want to see him again.

  Fuck, why am I doing this to myself? Well, I know why. I just love being fucked by him. A woman’s got to have some release once in a while, right? Especially with the kind of job I have, where sexual release certainly isn’t part of the career program. I’m always supposed to look so prim and proper in my suit, with my hair up in a bun, and my neat office-friendly glasses, my makeup just right, not too minimal and not too overdone. Fuck, I just need to cut lose once in a while, or I’m going to wind up insane…that’s where Jeff comes in.

  I’m too spent from the three orgasms so I just barely nod at him. I watch as he pull his clothes back over his sexy sweaty body just rippling with muscles the way the ocean ripples with waves.

  He’s out the door in another minute, slamming it behind him.

  Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?

  The next day at work I’m wearing clothes that are at least fresh and recently dry-cleaned. I’m feeling more clear headed than I have in a long time, which must have something to do, I think, with all the Jeff-induced orgasms that are under my belt now.

  “So how’d it go with Mr. Hottie?” says Joanne, coming over to my desk, bearing the weight of a huge stack of papers in front of her. She dumps them on my desk unceremoniously.

  I just nod at them. Just more work. There’s always more work.

  “Well,” I say, slowly, wondering how much I should tell Joanne. “It went well, I’d say.”

  “You mean you got off?”

  Wow, I didn’t realize Joanne wanted to have a conversation with that level of explicitness.

  “Yeah,” I say, smiling. “Three times in the past two days, not counting the one time after he left.”

  Joanne laughs. “He really does have an incredible body. So you saw him a second time?”

  I nod. “I probably shouldn’t, I mean he’s not exactly boyfriend material… Well, he’s like really far from boyfriend material. Even one day material.”

  “Sounds like you have yourself a fuck buddy,” says Joanne, nodding wisely. “A professional quarterback fuck buddy no less.”

  “Shhh,” I say, putting my finger to my lips. “Someone might hear.”

  I look around nervously but there’s no one around.

  Joanne laughs. “I’m sure they’ve heard worse. You should hear how the male interns talk when they think we’re not listening.”

  I laugh. “I can imagine,” I say.

  “I don’t know if you can. I heard them talking about you once.”

  “Yeah?” I feel embarrassed, yet curious. “What did they say?” I say this last part softly.

  Joanne laughs. “You thinking of hooking up with one of them?”

  I shake my head vigorously. “Not my type,” I say.

  “They like your body,” says Joanne. “That’s about the most polite way I can put it.”

  I laugh, and inside I’m wondering exactly what they like about my body. A woman’s got to wonder sometimes, right?

  “I won’t ask for any more details,” I say. “But I’m going to imagine what they are.”

  “I bet you will,” says Joanne, laughing.

  “So what’s the deal with the new guy?” I say, peering way across to the other side of the huge room, where the new guy is standing there in a bow tie and a ridiculous suit. It looks like it’s too large for his body. I haven’t been introduced to him yet, but I’ve heard people gossiping about him all day.

  “Fred?” says Joanne. “I just met him. He’s a real piece of work. I’m sure you’ve heard he comes from one of the best law firms in the country, and now he’s on track to become a partner here…”

  “Damnit,” I say. “I thought they were going to promote internally.”

  “I guess they can consider it internal promotion if he’s already working here before he’s a partner. But apparently he’s on the fast track, although I wouldn’t let it worry you too much. You’re still the top choice for partner, and who knows how soon that will be. From what I can gather, Fred thinks really highly of himself and likes to make it look like he’s the cat’s asshole, or whatever the expression is.”

  I laugh. “I don’t think that’s the expression, but I know what you mean. He think’s he’s the best thing since sliced bread.”

  Joann nods. “But be careful with him. I get the feeling he’s just scouting around, looking for weakness to exploit.”

  “Sounds like a real piece of work,” I say.

  Joanne heads back to her desk and I put my head down, trying hard to concentrate on the data, but unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, Jeff’s body keeps flashing into my mind’s eye. I’ve got visions of his hard cock and it’s hard to tear my mind away from it.

  “Howdy,” says someone at the door. “Just wanted to come by and introduce myself. My name’s Fred Lunge, and I’m new around here. Just making the rounds, getting to know my co-workers.”

  He’s a medium-sized guy, a little pudgy around the mid-drift, with his dirty blonde head of hair going bald in the front and the back. He’s wearing a smile frozen on his face that looks completely fake. I don’t like him from the minute I lay my eyes on him: there’s something just terrible and sleazy about him.

  “Hi,” I say, trying to act professional and getting up out of my chair to shake my hand. “I’m Lexi Bells. Nice to meet you.”

  “Nice to meet you, too,” says Fred. “So, word around here is that you’re up for the partner position?”

  “Well,” I say. “They don’t like to make anything official. I suppose that’s just a rumor.”

  “But rumor’s are usually right, are they not? And the rumors are that you’ve been busting
your ass for the last year to become partner.”

  I nod. “Well, I like to work hard.” I have the feeling, apart from what Joann told me, that I don’t want to give too much information away to this guy. Who knows how he’s going to use it. Politics can be cut throat and messy in a law firm like this, but everyone so far has been fairly civil here. I don’t have the same feeling about this Fred guy, though.

  Fred nods sagely, as if he’s really considering this.

  I look out the window for a second, to see the clear sky turning cloudy. It looks like it’s going to rain and maybe storm. The weather’s turning nasty fast. When I turn back to look at Fred, his strange and fake smile has completely dropped from his face, leaving what I can only describe as the most ruthless and evil expression I’ve ever seen.

  His eyes seem to have narrowed to slits, and his mouth is turned upwards at the ends, in the most scary smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

  “I just want you to know,” he says, his voice dripping with the same overly-sweet tones it had before. “That I’m going to get the partner position no matter what. There’s no one who can stand in my way, not you, or any of your colleagues. No matter how hard you work, it won’t make any difference. I’m always going to be better. I work harder, and I’m smarter, but I’m also more cunning, and I know how to get people to do what I want. Just wait until I ingratiate myself with the partners. They’re going to love and me they’ll never turn me down, ever, for the partner position, when the time comes. This is what I’ve been working towards all my life, and I’m not going to let someone like you, a little weakling with the smallest bit of intelligence stand in my way… And don’t think you’ll ever see me revealing my true self to you again. Try to record me saying this all you want, but I’ll never speak like this again to you or anyone else. From now on, my mask is back up, and no one will ever believe you if you tell them about what I Just told you today…”

  He stops speaking, and now the smile instantly appears on his face again. He looks cheerful and happy once again, subservient and jovial… His real face is gone, hidden behind these fake emotions.

  He turns and leaves the room without another word.