by Amy Brent
“He is very happy, Genevieve,” Cassandra said, putting her arm around my neck and pulling me close.
“Yes,” I said, resting my head on my wife’s growing breast. “We are all very happy.”
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I know it’s probably going to sound silly, but I loved waking up with Devin McMasters next to me in bed every morning. Loved, loved, loved, LOVED IT! It was absolutely my favorite way to start my day, just as going to sleep in his arms was my favorite way to end the night. I never went to work mad or angry after a morning booty call from Devin. Granted, it was hard to tear myself away from him, and some mornings I walked a little funny thanks to our sexual gymnastics, but I would not have traded waking up with Devin for the world.
I’m sure you would love it, too. It’s so damn cute how he tries not to wake me up as he gently slides his muscular six-foot-two-inch frame in close behind me in our big, comfy king-sized bed. How he wraps his strong arms around me, cupping my bare breast with his hand so my hard nipple just happens to land in the crook of his fingers. Oh, he’s a sly fox, this one.
I loved the feeling of his bare skin on mine, the thickness of his chest pressing against my back, the warmth of his breath on my neck, his teeth lightly grazing my shoulder. And if you’re with a man like Devin, there is that moment when his ten-inch cock, hard and ready even after a long night of fucking, slides between your legs, following the underside of your ass to find the pink lips of your pussy still moist from the night before.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep, rolling my head over to face him without opening my eyes. We both had muck-mouth morning breath, but neither of us cared. He pressed his lips to mine as his hand on my breast started moving, rubbing slow circles over my big melon, his fingers squeezing the nipple, tugging it away from my breast until it hurt so good.
“Hey, that’s attached,” I said, wiggling my ass into him so his cock could slide in between my thighs all the way. I could feel his lazy balls resting against my leg, always a willing passenger with little to do but come along for an early morning ride.
“I’m just waking you up,” he said, whispering in my ear. “Just consider me your human alarm clock.” He was moving his hips in and out now, sliding his long, straight cock between my legs, my pussy lips molding to the top of his shaft, soaking him with my own personal brand of lube. The thick head of his cock slid over my clit, making me shudder with delight.
“I love waking up with a cock in my ass,” I said with a smile. I reached around him and dug my fingers into his rock-hard ass and pulled him closer.
“It’s not in your ass,” he said, his hand moving to my other tit, his cock still sliding back and forth, making little squishy sounds. “At least not yet.”
“That feels really good,” I said.
“Wait till you feel this,” he said. He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward, so my ass was against his cock, giving him a clear shot of my pussy, and if he wanted it, my ass. I clutched a pillow between my breasts and sighed.
Devin put his hands on my ass and gently massaged the cheeks for a moment. He put his fingers on my lower back and let his thumbs inch their way up my spine. He was a master masseuse. Sometimes I thought he couldn’t help himself, even when I was hot, wet, and ready to rock and roll, he would rub my back. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled.
“You gonna fuck me or rub me?”
“Can’t I do both?” he asked. “Okay, fine!”
He slid his hand down my back and underneath my ass, the fingers of his right hand slipping between my folds to lube up. I was gushing like bubbling spring already. Granted, it didn’t take much to get me going these days. Lube was never a problem for me, especially since Devin had come into my life. I had never squirted before he performed Yoni Massage on me. Now, I couldn’t stop. It was as if I had a wellspring deep inside me that only he could coax the stream from. Cleaning up my mess after a squirt-fest was a pain, but worth every soaked towel and every drenched sheet.
Devin’s cock continued sliding between my folds. He teased me with the head. He would pull back enough that the head brushed my hole, then slide forward again to roll the head over my clit. It felt amazing. I buried my face in the pillow and let him have his way.
“I love your pussy and your ass,” he said, the lubed-up finger drawing little circles around my anus. I had never tried anal before Devin. I had always considered that an exit, not an entrance. We’d only done it a couple of times when we were really drunk. Even then, we had to go slow and easy because of his size, but my natural lube was always available to assist.
“My pussy and ass love you back,” I said. “So much…”
I gasped a little when he slid the oily finger into my ass. Just the tip, then another inch, then another. Slowly, gently, he started working the finger in and out. At the same time, he held his cock with his other hand and began swirling the tip around my hole, teasing me, making me moan for him to fuck me, begging for it without saying a word.
After a moment, I felt his finger and cock pull way. When I glanced over my shoulder he was on his knees on the bed, his long cock jutting out from his curly pubes like the branch of a great tree.
“What do you expect me to do with that?” I asked, already knowing the answer but making him say it.
“Your mouth,” he said. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
I smiled and rolled over on to my back, then propped two pillows behind my head so my face was leaning forward. Devin straddled my tits so his cock loomed before my eyes, the head brushing my lips. He braced his hands on the head of the bed and moved his hips forward as I opened my mouth to let him inside.
“Yesss… oh fuck… I love that…” he moaned as I suction my lips around the shaft and let him do all the work. He moved his hips back and forth slowly, being careful not to go inside too far. He didn’t want to gag me and I didn’t want to throw up on him. We had worked it out over time. I knew how to relax my throat and he knew exactly how deeply he could go.
I closed my eyes and let him fuck my mouth, slow and easy. I reached around behind him and clenched my fingers into his ass cheeks, digging in hard with my nails, making him moan at the pain.
“Fuck… Cass…. Jeez…”
His hips started moving faster. I pressed my lips tighter around the shaft and curled my tongue so the head of his cock would slide over it with every stroke. If he kept going he’d shoot his hot load down my throat, which was just fine with me.
Devin reached back and started rubbing my pussy with his fingertips. I’m sure we were a sight to behold, like some porno, contortionist circus act, him straddling my tits, his cock in my mouth, my hands on his ass, and him reaching back fingering my cunt. Thank goodness, we were tall with long limbs… Short people could never pull this off.
“Fuck… baby… yes…” he moaned, hips moving, finger sliding. When I brought my right hand up to grab his cock he nearly exploded in my mouth.
I started sucking the head and milking the shaft. I slid my free hand down between us so I could reach my clit. I dipped my fingers between my cunt lips to wet them, then started sliding my finger over my clit as fast as it would go.
“God… yes…” Devin growled, gripping the headboard to keep his balance and to keep it from slamming the wall. He let me milk him for a moment more. I knew he was close to cumming and so was I. I could feel his cock growing even larger in my mouth as every ounce of blood in his body rushed to his crotch to join the party. Just when I thought he was ready to explode, he pulled back quickly and blew out a long breath.
“Not yet,” he said, climbing off me and moving to the side of the bed on his knees. He hooked his strong hands under my knees and turned me sideways like a rag doll so that my ass was at the edge of the bed an
d my legs were draped over his shoulders.
“Mmmm….” I said as he started massaging my clit between his thumbs. My clit hood was long, like a small uncircumcised cock. Devin loved to milk it and take the skin between his teeth and give it tender bites. I loved it when he pulled the clit hood back with his fingers to expose the little man in the boat and gave him a kiss, like he… was doing… fuck… now…
“God… feels… so good…” I sighed, bucking my ass against his mouth. He pressed his lips to the little pink nub and I felt the first orgasm exploding from my cunt like a tsunami hitting the shoreline. I arched my back and came hard, gushing a stream of clear juices over his face, soaking his chin. Devin opened his mouth and drank it up, like a thirsty kid at a water fountain.
“I love that so fucking much…” he said, licking his lips, moaning at the back of his throat.
“I love it, too…” I whispered, my body still shivering from the orgasm, my cunt hot, on fire, bubbling up again. Devin leaned down and lapped it up, then licked me clean like a cat grooming its kitten.
“Fuck me, baby,” I said. I looked down with pleading eyes, but the devious smile on his face told me he was not ready to quit playing with my pussy, at least not yet. That was one of the things that I loved about Devin. He took greater pleasure in making me happy than worrying so much about himself. Usually, by the time he shot his load, he had made me cum five or six times. I wondered if he kept count… I certainly did…
He pushed my thighs wider apart, then used his fingers to pull back my pussy lips so his tongue could find my hole. “Your pussy is so fucking beautiful…” he said, his tongue trailing along the edges of my lips. “It’s too beautiful to just fuck.”
“I’m… so glad… you like… it… but please… fuck it…”
“I don’t just like it,” he said, lowering his lips to my clit. “I fucking love it.”
I felt his tongue swirling around my hole. I came again, gushing, squirting, spraying, but it did not slow him down. Devin stiffened his tongue like a stubby cock and fucked me with it until I came again. And again. And again. By the time he was finished my body was limp as a rag and I didn’t know if I’d even be able to get up and go to work.
“What the fuck… are you doing… to me…” I asked. I didn’t realize that I was clutching my tits and squeezing my nipples so hard that they were turning purple while Devin was eating me out. I looked down to find my tits covered in red marks that perfectly fit my fingers.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing to you,” he said, pushing himself up on his muscular arms. I watched him with bated breath as he stood up for a moment and started stroking his cock. “It this what you want? You want this big cock inside your tight little box?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice pleading with him. I held up my knees and spread my legs. I put my finger tips on my pussy lips and parted them for him. “Please… Dev… don’t make me beg… fuck me… fuck me hard… now…”
“Okay,” he said with a broad smile. He lowered himself on to me, the bulbous head of his cock pressing to my hole. He braced my legs against his chest and held my ankles at his shoulders. I held my breath and prayed for him not to stop. My pussy stretched to let his plum head slide inside me.
“Oh… yeah… that’s it…” I went back to roughly massaging my tits and pulling on my nipples, clamping them between my fingers. “More… baby… give me more…”
His thick cock slid inside me an inch at a time. My wet pussy hole and lips suctioned around the shaft. I could feel his heart beating inside me.
“More…” I said, feeling him come in another inch, then another. When the tip of his cock pressed to my cervix, I exhaled deeply. “Now… lift me up… fuck me hard… like I like it…”
We’d done this little trick before and it was one of my favorite positions because the head of Devin’s cock came inside at such an angle that it bounced against my G-spot, making me cum like a bursting dam.
He held on tight to my ankles and lifted my ass up. The only part of my body touching the bed was my shoulders and the back of my head. The rest of me was lifted up, my legs high in the air, with Devin’s long cock hammering into my box.
“Yes…” I moaned as he thrust in and out, rolling over my clit, ramming headfirst into my G-spot, his balls slapping at my ass. “Fuck me… Dev… hard… harder… harder… oh jeez fuck …”
I could hear Devin grunting like a wild animal as he thrust his hips in and out, ramming his hard cock inside my soft, wet cunt like a derrick drilling for oil. My hands were on my tits, squeezing, pinching. Devin looped his arms under my knees and pulled my legs apart so he could go even deeper inside me.
I could feel the fire bubbling up from deep inside me, like lava flowing upward from deep in the ground, making its way to the mouth of the volcano so it could erupt into the air. My entire body was on fire. Sweat covered my face and chest. My tits were slippery with it.
“Oh… fuck…” Devin growled. I glanced up at him. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. He was gritting his teeth. His beautiful face was bathed in sweat. I watched sweat stream down his neck and the line at the center of his chest. Every muscle in his upper body was pumped up. Veins ripped across his shoulders and neck. His nipples where hard, like little red stones. I longed to nip them between my teeth.
“I’m cumming…” he said, the thrusts of his hips getting faster now, his cock going in so deep it jarred my body.
“Cum baby…” I said. I was there, too, right on the brink. The lava had reached the mouth of the volcano and was ready to blow sky high.
“Shit…” Devin growled. “Yes… fuck… yessss.”
Every muscle in his body tensed as he rammed as far into me as he could go, slamming into my G-spot, sending wave after wave or electricity coursing through my body. He grunted like a wild animal and pulled my legs to him.
“Cum on me,” I said desperately as my pussy started overflowing. “I want to see it… I want to see you cum…”
Devin pulled his cock from my pussy and started rubbing it against my pussy lips and clit. I marveled at the sight of his cock as it slid back and forth, all oily and purple and glistening with my cum.
The head was dark and the size of a plum. When he came, he thrust his hips forward and stayed there, shooting great ropes of milky goo all over my stomach and tits.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just as a large dollop reached my face. I licked it away just as my own orgasm shuddered through me.
Devin was still holding my knees in the air with his cock resting on my pussy. When I came, I came hard, gushing, squirting my juices in the air like a pink water fountain.
Devin closed his eyes and sighed and rubbed his cummy cock over my twat as I drenched us completely. When it was over, we were both a hot gooey mess.
He looked at me and smiled.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Yes,” I said, stretching out my arms and licking my lips. “It certainly is.”
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THE QUARTERBACK’S SECRET BABY
Chapter 1
Amanda nearly dropped a tray of dirty dishes when an old man pinched her ass as she walked by. She ground her teeth and shot him a glare, but she kept her mouth shut. She'd complained to the boss on more than one occasion about the behavior of the customers, but Spiro didn't care about anything but the restaurant's sales at the end of the day. If a customer kept coming back week after week and spending money, then he wanted that customer treated like gold.
Not that the assholes who treated her like a piece of meat ever tipped well. She'd be lucky if he left her a dollar on the table after he left. But Spiro only cared about the amount of money he made, not
what his staff made.
She dropped the dirty dishes off in the back, then printed out the check for one of her other tables. She took the long way around to drop off the check, so she could avoid walking by the perv's table again. She also noticed the perv's drink needed to be refilled, but as far as she was concerned, he could wait. Maybe if she gave him bad service, he'd stop coming back. Spiro would complain about losing a customer, but Amanda had better things to do with her time than be manhandled by someone who didn't even tip.
She dropped off the check at the other table. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked, keeping her fake smile on her face.
“You can give me your phone number,” the man said, winking at her.
Amanda rolled her eyes. Max was one of her regulars, and while he never got handsy with her the way some of her other customers did, he was relentlessly hitting on her. But he was at least friendly about it, and he never took it the wrong way when she shot him down, so she tried to at least have some fun with it. “My phone's probably getting shut off next week, Max,” she said, giving him a playful smirk. “Tell you what, wait until I win the lottery, then we'll see.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You either make too many calls, or you're not being paid enough here.”
“Little of both,” Amanda said. “Mostly the latter.”
She flashed him a genuine smile as she took his empty plate. Max, at least, was a decent tipper.
She took a quick glance at her other tables. Aside from the perv needing a drink refill, it looked like everyone was doing fine. She'd have just enough time to slip out for a quick smoke.
She kept an eye out for Spiro as she cut back through the dish room and out the back door. The boss didn't much care for his employees smoking on the clock. But Spiro only paid her $2.13 per hour, which was the minimum wage when you earned the rest of your pay from tips, so she didn't really care what he thought. She ducked behind the dumpster, trying to ignore the smell as she pulled out her Parliament Menthols and lit one up. She never smoked at home, because she didn't want to expose her son to secondhand smoke, which meant she had to get her fill while she was at work.