Over the Desk

by Nawtay Brat

  "Don't stop."

  "Patience, Claire. We have all night."

  I drop kisses on her stomach, moving up her body until I reach her breasts. Large, plump breasts that spill over my hands when I cup them. I flick the nipples pulling them into harder peaks. She gasps again and I chuckle.

  "I love how your body responds to my touch."

  "I love what you're doing to my body. I ache. Please fuck me."

  Instead of plunging into her like I've wanted to since I set eyes on her hours before I pull a turgid nipple into my mouth and suckle. I flick my tongue over the hard peak, graze my teeth over it and suck hard. She arches into me again.

  I trail kisses along her neck enjoying the shiver that goes through her body when I gently bite her. Before she can beg me again to fuck her I capture her full lips with mine. My tongue pushes into her mouth dancing and stroking hers. Her hands let go of the blanket and wrap around me.

  Exquisite pain crashes through me as she runs her nails down my back. Our breaths mingle, become one as I continue to kiss her. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, stroking and teasing me. I groan.

  I can only take so much sensual torture before my cock throbs with need. Stretched out beside her my hard steel brushes her thigh. It jerks in response knowing bliss is so close.

  I break the kiss and trail kisses down her body again. Her nipples, still hard peaks, grow even harder when I pull one into my mouth to suck. I want to spend hours exploring her body. Pleasuring her so much she never wants to leave me.

  My erection is bordering on painful now but I hold back, sucking her nipple even harder. After a few minutes I move lower until I'm at the apex of her thighs again. I part her folds and lick her clit. She almost jumps off the bed she arches so high.

  A smile spreads across my face. "You're eager, Claire."

  She squirms in response. “I need to feel you inside me."

  I plunge a finger into her hole. "Like that?"

  She moans, arches into my hand. "I need more."

  I push a second finger into her and give her a few good pumps in and out. "Like that?"

  She bites her lip and rotates her hips. "More."

  "I'll try." I thrust a third finger into her hole. Her pussy stretches around my fingers but grips them tightly. "Like that?"

  "You're killing me," she says. She grips the blanket again and sucks in a few breaths. She arches into my hand trying to pull me deeper.

  I push deeper then pull out slightly only to plunge hard back into her. She whimpers.

  "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to, Claire. This isn't just sex. This is a lifestyle. You'll be queen. You'll produce heirs."

  She pulls away from me. My fingers leave the heat of her body as she pulls back. She's sitting on the bed and crooks her finger at me.

  "On your back," she demands

  Intrigued and too turned on to argue I stretch out on my back. She straddles me, her pussy brushing against my stomach as she settles above me. She leans over so her hard nipples graze my chest.

  She kisses down my body, then she lifts a leg so she's on one side of my body now. She continues to trail kisses down my body and I know her intention. Even as she gets closer to my aching cock it jerks in anticipation.

  When she wraps her lips around the head and flicks her tongue over the top I suck in a breath. Then she bobs her head down the length of me. A curtain of brown hair blocks her face so I gather the silky tresses in my hand so I can watch her suck me.

  Wet slurping sounds fill the room as she sucks. Her hand follows the path of her lips up and down me until I can't take it anymore.

  I groan. "Torture is wrong."

  She lifts her head and my cock pops out of her mouth. She smiles. "I know but it can feel so good."

  She straddles me again, this time lowering her body until my cock nudges the opening of her pussy.

  "Are you sure, Claire? You'll be giving up life here to help rule another planet."

  She plunges down, my cock driving into her.

  "Fuck yes!"

  She waits for a moment before rocking up and down on my cock. She rises up and plunges back down, her breasts jiggling in front me.

  They mesmerize me and all I want is to fondle them as she rides my hard steel. The tightness of her pussy gripping me feels so good I arch off the bed to go deeper. In a frenzy she sets a fast pace bouncing up and down on my shaft.

  Her earlier imminent orgasm close again I watch as she plays with her clit. Her hand moves fast back and forth over her nub as she rides me harder and faster. I want her to come before I do.

  I grab her around the hips and help her guiding her up and down onto my rigid cock. She leans over, continuing to rock back and forth in quick pulses. The pulses get shorter and faster. Her face scrunches up and she moans. Her breathing quickens.

  Suddenly her pussy contracts around me. Pulsing, gripping me harder as she continues to rock up and down. She moans her release and I can see the spasms crash through her body. I can feel her thighs spasm, gripping my waist tighter.

  Her pussy contracts around me again and again. Finally I thrust up hard and fast, holding her in place now so I can keep thrusting up. My seed rushes out of me spilling into her pussy. She moans and continues to rock up and down with my help until I feel my cock stop jerking inside of her.

  She falls over to lay beside me on the bed. Her breathing is fast and she's trying to get it under control.

  "I love the rush of your seed spilling into me. Will it be like that every time?" she asks.

  "Only if you want it to be, Claire."

  Her hand rests on her stomach and a smile spreads across her face. "I hadn't realized I was waiting my whole life to meet you. I'm glad you decided to take a spin around the universe."

  I kiss her forehead and wrap my arms around her. "I'll spend the rest of my life making you happy."

  "Then I would love to be your queen."

  STUFFED FULL

  CHAPTER ONE

  The heat emanating from the glass pane of the oven is causing my eyes to water. I hunch over to get a better look inside, tapping my foot impatiently against white tile. Dawn light fills the kitchen.

  My Bonnie Proper snickerdoodles will soon rise with the sun.

  My back is getting sore. Did I set the timer right? I place a hand on my lower back to massage away the aching pain. Growing up, I never did learn how to bake, or even cook.

  The microwave beeps again to let me know the frozen breakfast burrito is done, but I ignore it. Did I set the oven temperature correct?

  I turn to grab the ripped plastic packaging from the top of an overflowing rubbish can and check the instructions again.

  I jerk my head when I notice my roommate Curtis entering the kitchen. Curtis never took out the god damn trash. He acknowledges me with a couple slow nods and squeezes himself between the trash and the fridge, knocking a blackened banana peel to the floor with his bare knee.

  He opens the door of the microwave. The rotating platter inside is stained by globs of hardened tomato sauce, the walls encrusted with yellow and orange cheese.

  "Dude, your burrito is… well, now it's cold."

  Curtis reaches for the nearest plate, shooing away the few roaches that are snacking on bits of crumb left from yesterday's breakfast.

  He rinses the plate under the trickle of our low pressure facet and wipes it dry against his boxer shorts.

  He tosses the burrito onto the plate and slides it across the counter until it collides with a row of tall glass cups along the sink's rim. None of the cups have been washed in weeks.

  Curtis never did the god damn dishes.

  He grabs the only frying pan in the apartment from the sink and brushes the metal center where the enamel is flaking off. He places it atop the stove and reaches a hand to test the warmth of the oven.

  "Doesn't the packaging on those say 350?" He’s right.

  "Pretty sure it's 325," I lie, "Are you gonna take the trash out?"

 
; "I fucked Chrissy last night."

  The door closest to the kitchen opens gently. My ex-girlfriend Chrissy emerges from Curtis's room wearing a pit stained Spider-Man tee that came down to her thighs, and nothing else.

  She tiptoes toward the bathroom pretending to go unnoticed.

  "But you're cool with it, right bro?"

  Curtis jabs his fist hard against my shoulder. The truth is I hadn't slept. The rhythmic banging of a headboard against the thin wall that separated our rooms had me up baking early.

  Baking always helped calm the nerves.

  The slapping sounds of skin against skin, the moaning and grunting from that room, it all became like a symphonic accompaniment to my morning routine.

  "Huh, I never even heard you guys," I shrug. The walls in our apartment were so thin I could’ve heard the friction of jeans if they’d been dry humping.

  “We’ll hit up the old folks home today, make another batch after.” Fuck you Curtis. And I would have said it to his face if he wasn’t the one with the truck. A source of transportation was all he was good for.

  We would be taking the cookie batches down to the retirement home’s bake sale that happened on Sundays. The ones from packaged dough always sold best, so long as we told people they were a home recipe.

  Then all we had to do was pretend the money was going to some charity for impoverished children, or something. One package would sell for over fifty times what we paid, and old people love their fucking cookies.

  Curtis keeps turning the knob to set the gas stove, but it doesn’t ignite.

  "Fuck this, I’m just gonna grab something at Mickey’s.” He glances at the red light coming from the oven, then over to Chrissy who is scurrying back into his room.

  “After I hit up that ass again first!” he says with the kind of grin I just want to smack off his face. He follows in after, slapping her on the ass while simultaneously kicking the door shut. There is a scream followed by laughter.

  I start on a batch of oatmeal raisin.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The three of us were sitting outside at a Mickey’s plastic picnic table with uncomfortable seats, not really saying much.

  A red and yellow striped umbrella above the center of the table is giving shade to Curtis and Chrissy while they share a quesadilla, and I can feel the heat from the sun on my back making me irritable.

  I’m just siting here staring while they make out, waiting for them to finish their fucking quesadilla.

  “You can finish that, I think we’re done.”

  I got up to take a piss instead.

  They had to put out two portable restroom stalls on the other side of the Mickey’s building because teenagers were always flooding the indoor bathrooms.

  I get inside one of them and try to avoid breathing the stench. I see that door lock is broken, but I probably wouldn’t have bothered anyway. I unzip my pants and start to take a leak. The swinging door behind me is flung open as I am still midstream.

  I feel a splash of urine on my hands as I swing my torso around, startled.

  “Fuck off, I’m in he—” I freeze when I see Chrissy.

  “Are you sure you want me to fuck off?” She giggles a little. “Or maybe you just want me to… fuck?” Turning around the rest of the way, I am still holding my junk. “I’m glad you started already, because you’ll have to be quick,” she says.

  “What about Curtis? I thought you two were…” I don’t really give a shit about Curtis, but it would feel strange not to mention it first. Some piss is dripping between the fingers cupping my balls.

  Chrissy gets down on her bare knees. The plastic floor is wet with dark pools of piss and crud. The stench is absolutely foul, but Chrissy seems unfazed.

  She grabs the hands around my balls and guides them gently until my palms are clutching the back of her long, bleach blond ponytail.

  She pulls down the front of her tight, red and white polka dot shirt and begins rubbing my cock between her gorgeously rounded breasts. She was the only girlfriend I’d had with D cup tits, and I suddenly remember how much I loved fucking them.

  I am already hard before her lips are around the tip of my cock. Looking up at me, she smiles and licks around the head. I close my eyes and feel her tongue wrap around the head and work its way down to the shaft.

  She makes a sucking sound and slides back up the shaft with her lips. I can hear here take in a deep breath, and then…

  “Push,” she says, pressing her hands against the back of mine until they are firmly grasping the back of her head.

  So I push, hard.

  Her throat slips down along my cock until I can feel her tongue lapping against my ball sack. Her nose is pressing against my abdomen.

  Thick saliva is dripping from my balls as she gags. I don’t think she can possibly go any deeper.

  “Ungh,” I moan. I am ready to explode in her mouth. I feel myself gripping her head tighter and pushing harder the more she gags.

  I push as far as she can go. She grabs the back of my ass with her hands and pulls me in closer. I had never been this deep in her. I am going to cum faster than I ever had with her.

  But she lets go of my ass and pulls back with her neck, slipping her throat back up the shaft until her mouth is off of me. A long, thick string of saliva is still connecting her lips and the base of my cock.

  She flashes a devious smile as the string of spit dribbles between her breasts. She licks all around her lips and begins sucking on an index finger manicured with glittery red polish.

  She moans a little, then makes a pouty frown like a puppy dog.

  “Sorry, you can’t cum in my mouth. That wouldn’t be fair to Curtis.” Then she giggles a bit and I know she isn’t being entirely sincere.

  She is probably right though, but who gives a fuck about Curtis. I am so damn close. My cock is dripping, I can’t take it.

  “You’ll have to cum in my ass.”

  She turns toward the door, pulling down on cut off denim shorts to expose her tight, bare ass.

  She spreads her legs apart as far as her shorts could stretch at her thighs, pushing against the two sidewalls of the stall for stability and turning her head back toward me.

  She smiles and winks, and I have to stop myself from cumming right then. The noxious odor of the stall is dizzying, and I stumble as I step forward.

  “Oh fuck, Curtis is coming!” Chrissy is peering through the small air slits along top of the wall. “The lock is broken, he could open the stall and see us!” She pulls up her shorts, fixes her tits, and bolts out the door.

  “Hey baby!” I can hear her saying to Curtis just outside. That was it, it was over. The fumes in the stall are overpowering, more than I can handle. I have to hold my breath and prop myself up against the wall with one shoulder to keep from passing out.

  I hear Curtis asking her what had taken so long and I just want to get the hell out of here. Chrissy is saying they should go wait by the truck for me. I couldn’t stand that cheating whore when we were together, but she does have her moments.

  The thought of getting up into Chrissy’s perfect ass just one more time distracts me enough from the urge to breathe — and then they’re gone.

  CHAPTER THREE

  We were standing under a big white canopy atop perfectly trimmed grass in front of the Estate of Affairs retirement home. Something about a well maintained lawn has a calming effect on me.

  I was feeling a little better now. We had our batches of mostly snickerdoodles laid out on long folding tables, all of which I had baked myself.

  We used to sell a bunch of variety from different packaged brands but, after doing this for awhile, found that Bonnie Proper was always the highest demand.

  Other sellers are still setting up tables, putting out crap I knew couldn’t compete. A couple of guys are standing in front of some frosted sugar cookies with sprinkles, putting up a sign to show that, “All proceeds of this sale will be donated to The Institute for Cancer Research.”

>   Fucking amateurs. Representing a youth charity is how you get the sales.

  It doesn’t matter if it’s leukemia, multiple sclerosis, or type 2 diabetes - you’ve got to have something with “children” in the name of your charity if you want to sell big at the retirement homes.

  I was standing on a stool and hanging our sign for, “The Foundation for the Rescue and Nurturing of Underprivileged Children” when I noticed Chrissy behind me.