Single Dad's Surrogate

by Annie Young

  I glanced toward him. “What?”

  “Don't do that,” he said, his green eyes filled with intensity.

  “Do what?” I asked.

  “That thing you do.” He set his drink down on the desk next to mine and took a step toward me.

  “I don't know what you're talking about,” I said carefully.

  “You do something when you're thinking,” he said, his eyes moving quickly down toward my chest and then back up. “I've noticed it ever since I first met you.”

  Confused, I tried to think about what in the hell he was talking about. Of course, when I did, I bit my lower lip. It was just a habit. One that had probably started when I was young. It was a habit that I couldn't break.

  “I said don't do that,” Carter repeated, this time through gritted teeth. “Every time you do that it makes me want to...”

  He paused and I untucked my lip. “Makes you want to... What?”

  “This,” he said, lifting his hand to the back of my neck. He pulled me toward him and pressed his lips against mine.

  My eyes widened and I would have gasped in surprise if my mouth wasn't clamped to his. A warm tingling sensation flowed through me. It started between my legs and radiated outward until every inch of me was on fire. I felt Carter's hands slide down my back. Without breaking the kiss, he took a step forward, causing my butt to press against his desk.

  Oh my God, I thought, my heart beating quickly in my chest. Is this really happening?

  Carter parted his lips slightly and I followed suit. Soon, our tongues were darting in and out of each others mouths. It was a delicate dance led by him. I could taste champagne and smell his cologne. I breathed it in through my nose, savoring the moment. Part of me thought I had to be dreaming. If so, I didn't want to wake up. Not ever.

  After a bit, Carter broke the kiss. When I opened my eyes, I saw him staring back at me. The look of lust on his face was intense. It made my heart skip a beat. He was breathing harder now and his chest was rising and falling in an exaggerated cadence.

  “Carter,” I said, so quietly that no sound came out.

  He let out a low growl, his eyes dropping down to my chest. Then he reached up and slipped his fingers under the shoulder straps of my dress, pulling it off of my shoulders. The straps fell loosely down my arm. I didn't stop him. No, not even close. In fact, I nodded in agreement, as if to give him permission, even though he clearly didn't need it. I wanted this more than he could ever know.

  Carter leaned forward and kissed the outside of my neck. I leaned my head back and looked upward, as another pleasurable tingle shot through me. He pressed his body into mine and I had to place both of my hands behind me to keep from falling back onto his desk.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Another growl came from Carter's throat as he dropped his face toward my cleavage. In one swift movement, he grabbed the front of my dress and jerked it down. My breasts popped out and my nipples grew firm immediately. For a moment, my insecurities about my body came flooding back. I wondered if my tits were even half as nice as the other women Carter had slept with.

  My question was answered as Carter gave an animalistic grunt, bringing his mouth over one of my nipples. I shuddered and closed my eyes, feeling a wave of bliss as it washed over me. He lapped at my sensitive nub, circling it aggressively with his tongue. Then he moved his face over and gave the other breast equal attention.

  My panties, which I'd taken so much time in picking out, were now soaked through. My pussy ached with anticipation and throbbed as I sat back on the desk and wrapped my legs around Carter. I pulled him toward me. The movement caused my dress to slide up all the way to my hips. He grunted as he bucked forward, pressing the firm bulge in his slacks up against my panty-covered pussy.

  “God, yes,” I groaned, as the friction sent a wave of ecstasy throughout my body.

  Carter slowly pulled his face away from my nipple, making a wet kissing sound. When I looked down, I noticed that my pink nub was shining with his saliva. We gazed into each others eyes for a moment. We were both breathing hard now.

  I was still shocked by what was happening. It definitely seemed like Carter approved of the dress I had picked. There was no doubt of that now. But there was more to it than just the fact that I had shown off a little cleavage. It was something about that lip bite of mine that drove him crazy. I realized then, that I had more power than I had realized. Even though I thought I was an average girl, there was obviously parts of me that Carter needed.

  So with that I mind, with our eyes still locked, I gently bit my bottom lip once more. Carter exhaled through his teeth while clenching his jaw. His hands slid up the outside of my thighs. I was glad I had taken the time to make sure that my legs were shaved perfectly.

  “I told you not to do that,” he said, a lustful look of intensity in his eyes.

  I shrugged and gave a coy little smile but didn't say a word. When I glanced down Carter's body, I noticed the large bulge on the front of his slacks had grown even larger. His cock was pressing out against the clothing, as though it were begging to be released. I couldn't wait to see it. I wanted to touch it and taste it. I wanted it inside of me.

  Carter held the bottom of my dress in both hands. It was bunched up in his grip. He held it there for a moment, his eyes dilated and his breathing heavy. Then, he released his right hand from the dress and brought it to the front of my thong, the thong I had so carefully picked out. In one quick movement, he slipped his fingers behind the cloth and jerked his hand away. My underwear ripped off of my body, making a fast tearing sound.

  “Carter!” I squealed, completely in shock.

  He held my underwear in the air, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. The front part of it was soaking wet from my juices. He tossed them to the side.

  “Mmm,” Carter said, gazing up and down my body. “I can't wait to take this fucking body, Jane.”

  For the first time in a long time, I felt gorgeous. Having a man like Carter look at me the way that he was would make any woman feel gorgeous.

  He placed one hand onto my naked breast. I watched as his other hand slid up the inside of my thigh until it got to my most sensitive area. I trembled, feeling a pulse of bliss shudder through me. Carter eased a finger inside and my wet pussy coated its length.

  “Oh my God,” I groaned, as he began fingering me.

  Carter slid another finger inside. Both his middle and ring finger were now buried in me all the way to his knuckles. He began plunging them in and out. He moved fast, sending waves of ecstasy into my body. I was so wet that I could actually hear it.

  “Carter,” I muttered, with my eyes half-closed. “Don't stop.”

  “Mmm,” he moaned, fingering me harder than any man had ever touched me in my life. His knuckles pounded against the outside of my pussy. It felt incredible and within seconds, I was rising toward orgasm. This wasn't just a regular orgasm, though. Not the kind that I could give myself with my shower head at home. No, this was much more intense.

  “Come for me,” Carter said between gritted teeth. It was a command. “Come for me, now.”

  I nodded quickly, almost afraid to disobey him. My jaw dropped slightly as my entire body became filled with euphoria. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, pounding me into the sands of pure lust. Then, right at the moment when I didn't think I could take any more, I climaxed.

  My body squirmed on the desk as I completely lost control. I could feel something within me release. My pussy clamped around Carter's fingers, then immediately after, a gush of my juices squirted out. It shot up his arm and covered his hand.

  “Oh, my God,” I said, between heavy breaths. “I'm sorry. I didn't know I could do that. I've never done that before.”

  Carter just smiled and slowly pulled his fingers out. They were glistening as he smelled them, then licked them clean, one by one. I watched intently and even though I had just climaxed, I suddenly felt even more turned on than I was before. I was read
y. I was beyond ready. The man had just made me squirt with two fingers. I couldn't help but be curious what else he could make me do with other parts of his body.

  He took my hands and pulled me to a standing position. I could feel my knees shaking for the brief moment that I was on my feet. Then, he pressed down on my shoulders, causing me to drop to my knees in front of him. The carpet felt rough against my bare knees, but I actually enjoyed the feeling of having him in control. I wanted to be his plaything.

  “What do you want me to do?” I asked with a flirtatious smirk.

  “Stay there,” he commanded. As I watched, he quickly got undressed. He took his suit coat, tie and undershirt off first. As the last button of the shirt came undone, my eyes went wide. His chest and abs were more ripped with muscle that I could have imagined. I mean I had always known he was in good shape. That had been obvious even when he was dressed. I had no idea he looked like an underwear model underneath that, though.

  I looked up at him from my position on the floor, feeling my pussy get wetter. I began gently touching myself as I watched Carter undo his belt. Anticipation washed over me as he pulled his slacks down. He kicked off his shoes and then stepped out of his pants. He was now standing in front of me wearing only his black boxer/briefs. The outline of his thick cock became more visible and I licked my lips as soon as I saw it.

  He grabbed me by the chin and forced my face upward. “I'm going to fuck you so hard,” he said.

  When he said that, I bit my lip and looked up into his eyes. I didn't mean to. It didn't even cross my mind. It was like my body had done it on its own, knowing what it would trigger inside of Carter. As soon as he saw my lower lip clamped between my teeth, he slid down his underwear. His cock popped out and my jaw dropped.

  Oh my God, I thought. He's huge.

  His length was one thing to admire, but the thickness of it was what really had me shocked. It had the girth of my wrists. His entire length throbbed with his heartbeat. The tip was soaked with pre-cum. He stepped forward and gripped a handful of my hair, pulling my face toward his cock. I could feel the heat off of it as my lips got near.

  I lifted a hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. Then I licked the tip. With my lips parted, Carter bucked his hips forward. He pressed his tip into my mouth. It slid across my tongue and I could taste his salty pre-cum as it dripped out. His dick was only halfway in my mouth, but it was all that I could fit. His head was already pressed against the back of my throat and my eyes watered as I held back my gag reflex.

  Carter let out a satisfied groan. He slowly pulled his length out and then drove it back inside, forcefully. His tip slammed into the back of my throat. It felt good, though. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it only turned me on even more. My pussy was practically aching for it as I started to play with my clit. It felt amazing to suck his cock. Although, I suppose it was more him fucking my face than it was me sucking him off. Regardless, it felt amazing. I loved the taste of him and feeling of having him between my lips.

  “Fuck yes,” he growled, gripping my hair a little harder.

  He began moving his hips faster, thrusting his length into my mouth. My eyes watered, and I felt mascara-stained tears slide down my cheeks. My makeup was ruined. I knew it. Did I care, though? Not a chance.

  His dick was as hard as could be now and if it had been any bigger, I don't think I could have fit it in my mouth at all. Carter glanced down at me and gave one last deep thrust into my throat, before slowly pulling out. A strand of saliva went from my mouth to the end of that hard cock. I took a few breaths and then licked my lips. I was smiling and my body was on fire. My pussy was desperately throbbing between my legs. I needed that dick inside of me, now. It quickly became clear that I wasn't the only one who felt that way.

  “Come here,” Carter said, holding out his hands.

  He helped me to my feet. I stood in front of him for a moment. Just long enough to notice the way his abdominal muscles flexed with each of his breaths. Then he spun me around so that I faced away from him. He pressed a hand onto my upper back, bending me over. I leaned my elbows onto the surface of his desk, pushing aside a few of the stock ledgers that were scattered on it. To no surprise, stocks were the last thing on my mind.

  My dress was still bunched up around my mid-section. Everything else was exposed. I felt vulnerable in some ways, but that's part of what I loved about it. Carter was in control. I think knowing that caused me to relax. I didn't need to impress him anymore. I wasn't trying to be something that I wasn't, because he seemed to love every part of me just the way it was.

  I felt him place his hands onto my body. One on each hip. He gripped my flesh and then immediately after, I felt the pressure of his cock against my opening. My pussy lips parted as he pressed into me. A guttural moan escaped my throat while pleasure filled me.

  “Go slow,” I whispered, looking over my shoulder.

  Carter pulled back a tiny bit, then pressed forward again. He was halfway in and the pressure was so intense, yet so amazing, that I could hardly hold myself up. It overwhelmed me in the best of ways. He continued to inch his way in until his cock completely filled me up. Then he clenched his jaw and began fucking me, hard.

  Apparently, he must not have heard me correctly when I asked him to go slow. He must have thought I said, “Fuck me harder and faster than you've ever fucked anything in your life.” It was an understandable misinterpretation. An easy thing to mix up. Because Carter did anything but go slow. He began pounding me so hard than I couldn't hold myself up on the desk. My arms fell to my side and I laid my cheek against the desk. Directly in front of my face were my torn panties, sitting there in a clumped up pile.

  I could hardly breathe. The sensation of pure ecstasy filled every single cell of my body. It was weeks of sexual tension finally being released. It was more satisfying than I could have ever imagined.

  My tits swayed underneath me, moving in cadence with his thrusts. Carter released my right hip and brought his hand up to grab my breasts. Having him touch me there and having him inside of me at the same time felt incredible.

  “Yes,” I whispered, as Carter increased his pace even further. “Yes, like that.”

  He brought a hand onto my back, pressing me into the desk. Then he began pounding me harder than before. A light layer of sweat had coated our skin, creating a slapping noise with each powerful thrust.

  I was in heaven. This was my idea of it anyway. Sure, some people may have imagined heaven to be a place with clouds and angels. Not me, though. I didn't need any of that. All I wanted was Carter's thick cock buried deep inside of me. If this wasn't heaven, then it was certainly the closest thing I'd ever find on Earth.

  Carter couldn't keep that fast of a pace forever, though. After a while, he slowed down. I pushed myself up and glanced over my shoulder. His chest gleaned with sweat, accentuating his muscles. His hair, which had been perfectly combed when I'd first arrived, was now disheveled and hanging down over his forehead. He was breathing harder too. One thing hadn't changed, though. The look of lust in his eyes seemed just as intense as it had with our first kiss, maybe even more so.

  He pulled his cock out and then spun me around, lifting me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and placed my arms over his shoulders. Then we kissed. Our tongues danced again, this time with even more abandon. As we kissed, Carter laid me down onto the surface of the desk. It felt cold on my back for a moment, but that quickly passed.

  I dragged my fingers over his chest, enjoying the way his skin felt. I let my hands drop down his washboard abs as well.

  How in the world did I get this lucky? I asked myself.

  Carter lifted my legs and draped my knees over his shoulder. He was standing on the ground and I was laying on the desk, which put us in the perfect position for him to enter me. He kissed the inside of my calves and then bucked his hips forward. My pussy, now soaking wet, accepted his cock with ease. I let out a groan as he filled me up once again.
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br />   I liked this position even more than the first. I was able to watch him as he fucked me. He started slow, but it wasn't long before he was pounding me hard. I reached my hands to my side and gripped the edge of the desk to keep from sliding upward. Every muscle in his chest and shoulders flexed with his movements. Each second that I watched him made me get more and more turned on. It was like a roller coaster ride that only went straight up.

  The pleasure began to intensify quickly. The next thing I knew, I was building toward another orgasm.

  “Holy sh...” I mouthed, but not a single sound came out. The only sound in the room was that of Carter's balls as they swung into my body with each of his thrusts.

  Then I peaked. The climax was intense, causing my legs and hands to tremble uncontrollably. My juices pumped out, covering his long shaft with lubrication.

  “Fuck yes,” Carter growled, noticing the change. “You're going to make me come too.”

  With a hand holding each of my legs, Carter continued pumping his shaft into my sex. I was still reeling for the orgasm. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the expression on Carter's face begin to change. His cheeks were turning red and his lips turned upward into a pleasurable grimace.

  “I'm going to come all over you,” he said, between breaths. “I'm going to come on your tits.”

  I bit my lip and shook my head. “No, come inside me.”

  It came out sounding more like a demand than a suggestion, but it was what I wanted. I was ready to feel every part of him inside of me. I wanted every drop of him to fill me up.

  Carter raised an eyebrow, as if to say, “Are you sure you want me to do that?”

  He didn't actually say anything, though. He just kept pounding away until finally, his thrusts became a little bit harder. I knew what it meant, and I spurred him on. “Come in me. Come in me.”

  On his last thrust, he held himself deep inside of me. So deep, that his balls rested against my ass. He closed his eyes and let out an animal-sounding grunt. Immediately after, I felt his dick swell and then there was the sweetest and most amazing sensation I'd ever felt. It was his seed, hot and thick, pumping out of his cock and coating the walls of my womb. He thrusted, and I felt him spurt again, filling my fertile body even further. He didn't seem to be slowing down, and I felt him release more and more of his essence into me as he pounded into me.