by Nawtay Brat
"What happened?" He asks, looking genuinely concerned.
"My asshole client stiffed me." Mr. Thompson takes a seat next to me. I get one foot up on the couch; my legs are bare below my denim shorts. My pink tank top hangs low as I sprawl myself out in front of Mr. Thompson.
"You wouldn't understand!" I say, working up more tears and putting a throw pillow over my face. Then I feel his warm hand clutching around my ankle. He rubs there, making his way up the smoothness of my calf, trying to comfort me.
"But you're not an asshole like most guys, are you Mr. Thompson? You're such a good man..." He runs his palm up and down along the length of my shin.
I remove the pillow from my face, saying, "I mean, after what happened between us... it must be true." Mr. Thompson averts his eyes and stares at the immaculate carpet. He always was a bit of clean freak.
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, k
eeping 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.
TOO TIGHT
Mr. White always has all the good food. The stuff Mom never buys. I guess that's why I'm over at Mr. White's house more than my own. I can't stand being around my mother.
She is always teasing me about my weight, and it really hurts sometimes. She thinks she's just being funny when she pokes my belly fat, going, "My daughter is getting so chubby!" Then she laughs like it's all a big joke.
The truth is I am really self-conscious about my weight. I'm not obese or anything like that, but it hurts to be made fun of like that. My mom is probably the reason I go over to Mr. White's to binge eat all the time.
Maybe I should see a therapist about that.
Anytime I ask her to buy the foods I like, she tells me, "Not with my money. Get a job if you want to buy junk food!" But that skinny bitch doesn't know how hard it can be for a big girl like me to land a job.
People look at you differently in in interviews, always staring with those judgmental eyes. Trying to find a job in retail when you're overweight is a nightmare.
But Mr. White doesn't seem to care. He is really the nicest person on Earth. He used to be overweight himself, so he really understands what I'm going through. But one day he somehow managed turn his life around. He got fit in just under a year--totally ripped, actually.
Then he scored a hot wife and moved to the suburbs next door. Ever since then, I've been making every excuse possible to be around him.
I saw some of his old pictures when he was overweight like me. It's incredible how much he has changed. The guy is a total hunk now. He's always telling me that I shouldn't care what people think of me.
"No matter what they say, you're gorgeous to me," he told me once. Then he nudged me, saying, "Hell, if I wasn't married..." then he just laughed without finishing the sentence.
Did he really mean it? In truth, I would give anything to be his wife. Being over there all the time, I sometimes pretend to be. That bitch is hardly ever at home anyway. Usually it's just me and Mr. White, sitting together on his couch watching television.
And honestly, those are my happiest moments. Just sitting there next to him, gorging on junk food and watching our show of mutual interest.
I like to fantasize that we're a happily married couple.
More than that, I fantasize about Mr. White impregnating me. The truth is, I want to be more than just his wife. I want to have a child with him. Then I can move out of Mom's house and eat whatever the hell I want without her nagging me all the time. I'm nineteen already for Christ’s sake!
If I got myself knocked up by Mr. White, I could finally escape the clutches of my stupid mother always telling me what to do--that I need to get a job, to lose weight. It never ends. That bitch will never understand. Mr. White and I could be so happy together.
And I know he wants a piece of this ass. Mr. White is always flirting with me when his wife isn't around. Just harmless stuff really, but it lets me know he would totally fuck me given the chance.
All I would have to do is give him a little bit of encouragement--let him know that this pussy is wet and ready for him any time. I may still be a virgin, but I'm confident I know how to make it worth his while.
He even caught me masturbating on that couch once. I was feeling super depressed after an argument with my mother, so I was sobbing into a bowl of ice cream with a bag of potato chips on my lap when the urge struck me.
I saw handsome Mr. White smiling next to his wife in a framed photograph of his wedding, looking all dressed up, and I just couldn't help myself.
I imagined I was her, what we would do together the night of our honeymoon. I slipped two fingers down my pants and felt the soggy spot around my clit. I let my eyelids drop, fingering myself a little while thinking about all the naughty things I wished Mr. White would do to me.
I bit down on my lower lip and moaned softly, gyrating my hips while rubbing my two fingers in a circular motion. I thought about him entering me, filling me up with his enormous cock, wondering what it must feel like.
I spread my labia with two fingers then brought them up to my mouth, rubbing the sticky wetness over my soft lips. Then I sucked on my fingertips and licked the juices clean, moaning at the sweetness of it.
I sat up to slip my blouse off in one quick motion, then removed my pants and sprawled out on Mr. White's couch.
I brought one hand down to my breast and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the nipple and began sucking, flicking my tongue around my nipple. My breath was becoming heavy.
The bag of chips fell and spread out on the carpet floor. The ice cream bowl tipped over on its side, dripping the melted cream onto the beige fabric of the couch. But I didn't care.
It felt too good to care.
I spread my legs out wide with a hand down my panties, dipping two fingers knuckle deep into my pussy. I whimpered at the thought of Mr. White's throbbing dick inside me, spreading my tight walls apart.
I curled my fingers to stimulate my G-spot, rocking my hips on the soft couch cushions. My tongue darted to the corner of my mouth and slid across my upper lip. I stared intently at the photograph, holding my focus on Mr. White's eyes.
My mind was going numb. I could feel a warm sensation building deep in my core. The coming orgasm was going to be tremendous. I was going to gush all over Mr. White's couch right then and there.
And then there he was, his dark silhouette filling the doorway leading to the hall in front me. I could see the white in his wide eyes piercing through the darkness. I just froze in place, spread eagle and chest bare with a hand down my panties.
Then there was a soft whisper from his direction, "P--Penny? What... the hell?" My legs began to tremble in the air; my whole body shuddered in embarrassment.
"Mr... Mr. White?" Was all I could muster. I didn't know what to think, what to do. My mind went blank.
He stepped forward into the light of the living room. His expression of disbelief was suddenly illuminated, it was even more frightening in the light. "I--I..." His eyes moved to the open bag of potato chips on the floor, then to the dripping ice cream on his expensive couch. Then his look of shock turned to anger.
"I'l
l let you fuck me..." was what came out of my mouth. I was just as surprised as he was. "It's the least I can do for ruining your couch." Mr. White shook his head like he couldn't believe what I was saying.
Then my body began to move almost on its own. My feet planted themselves on the floor and I stood up. As I began walking toward him, he pulled away, looking almost afraid.
"I want you to fuck me, Mr. White." I took a few more bold steps toward him, wearing only my pink lacy panties.
"Penny... what's going on? What are you talking about?" He cowered away from me as I advanced toward him with a mischievous grin.
I caught his eyes dropping down to my big bouncing tits as I walked forward. His eyes sort of glazed over and I let out a little snicker.