by Freya Kane
“Let’s get out of here, baby,” Asher said, shoving papers and books into his backpack before unlocking the classroom door. “I think it’s time I fuck you somewhere other than this classroom.”
I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the afternoon!
It took a bad grade to make me take what I wanted, and it took one touch from me for Asher to give up everything for me. I’d never been so grateful for a C- in my life!
***
Asher was not kidding about those pregnancy hormones. I was insane for his dick, and the further along I got the more I wanted it. By the time my belly popped and I was showing a lot, even Asher was getting exhausted at my endless demands for his cock.
Not that he was complaining!
I was dressed in a skintight slipdress that emphasized the roundness of my huge belly. The dress was light blue, but pregnancy had darkened my nipples enough that the shadows of them were visible through the dress. Asher absolutely loved it when I showed by big pregnant belly off, but when he realized just how much you could see my nipples in this dress, he couldn’t stop staring.
It was Asher’s lunch hour, and we were locked in his office. Outside we could hear the endless noise of other students, but inside I was riding on Asher’s cock, sitting on his lap as he sat with his pants down in his desk chair. His eyes were riveted to my swollen breasts, my dark nipples even more visible through the dress as they poked through the fabric.
“Yes, Asher!" I hissed, barely able to hold back the moans as his thick cock stretched my pussy. Even after endless amounts of sex, I'd still stayed tight, and Asher’s cock stretched me every time.
“Come for me, Maia,” he groaned. “I want to feel you come all over my dick.”
I bit back a loud squeal of pleasure as I came, my muscles squeezing and clenching around him. I could tell Asher was close to bursting, but I had another idea for this dress he enjoyed so much.
With as much speed as I could manage with my massive belly, I lifted myself off Asher’s cock.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Don’t tease me like that.”
Slowly lowering myself to my knees, I tugged down the front of my dress and pulled out my breasts. My nipples were hard and insanely sensitive. They were engorged with milk already, and I had been wanting to give Asher a taste. With a bit of a twist.
"Don't you want to come all over these, babe?" I asked, squeezing one of my nipples just enough that a drop of milk formed at the tip. “I want you to come all over my tits and then I want you to suck the milk out of them.”
Asher’s hand was already on his cock, stroking himself and aiming at my breasts. If hadn’t really expected Asher to balk at the idea of tasting himself. It just seemed silly considering I had no problem kissing him after he had gone down on me.
Any thoughts of hang-ups went out of my head a second later as the first jet of Asher’s come hit my breast. I watched in pleasure as Asher painted my breasts and neck with his creamy release, his face contorted in rapture.
Still shaking and gasping from the force of his ejaculation, Asher dropped to his knees next to me and wrapped his lips around one of my nipples, cleaning his sticky come from the pebbled skin before he started sucking, the salty taste of come covered up by my sweet milk.
I moaned in pleasure, and Asher brought his hand under my skirt, pushing two fingers inside my pussy while he drank my milk.
“Fuck Asher,” I moaned, shocked at just how much pleasure I was getting as he suckled me. “Fuck me on those fingers!”
Asher wasn’t gentle as he fingerbanged me on the floor of his office. His fingers pumped in and out in time with every draw of my nipple. When he was satisfied that he had drained one breast he kissed his way across my chest, licking the traces of his come off my skin along the way.
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Fuck seeing you do that makes me so wet!”
Asher licked his way down my neck and paused. “Everything makes you wet,” he said with a chuckle before taking my other nipple in his mouth. He pushed a third finger inside me to join the other two and I felt his pinkie press against my asshole for an instant before sliding in, my overflowing pussy juices easing the way.
The orgasm started deep inside me, radiating through my pussy and ass and up to my nipples. I squeezed Asher’s fingers buried inside me, not even bothering to be quiet anymore as pleasure overtook me.
When I was finally spent, I leaned back against Asher’s desk. The hard wooden surface was digging into my back and the tile floor felt cool under my knees. Between us, my huge pregnant belly rose up. My dress which had been scandalous enough before was wrinkled and flecked with Asher’s come along the top.
Even if we wanted to, there was no hiding what we’d just done in his office.
And neither of us cared anymore.
As we walked down the hallway and away from the college campus for the day, Asher’s fingers twined through mine. I was his girl, and it was the best feeling ever!
Taken By My Boss
by
Freya Kane
I never thought I’d be the kind of girl who had to depend on her friends to get her a job.
I worked my ass off all through high school and college to get good grades, but it never seemed like enough. A solid B+ average wasn’t terrible by any means, but when I was going up against students with piles of extra-circulars who had been taking one internship after another since high school, my good GPA wasn’t good enough.
I spent the summer after graduation applying to on entry level job after another. The unpaid internships beckoned with their promises of experience and getting your name in front of the corporate higher-ups.
“Most companies ALWAYS hire out of their intern pools,” my best friend Becca had told me. Becca was lucky enough to have snagged an internship with a big environmental law firm her senior year, and when the next round of hiring happened after graduation, she was well-liked enough to make the cut.
I sighed, closing the browser window. I wasn’t a trust fund kid, so I needed a job that paid actual money. My landlord wouldn’t exactly accept “experience” as a rent payment, but unless I managed to get something soon, I was screwed.
***
Moving back home with my tail between my legs a month later was depressing, to say the least. I’d exhausted every employment opportunity within sane driving distance. Either I didn’t have enough experience (no shit, I just got out of college) or I was overqualified (of course I’m overqualified, I didn’t study for four years to make lattes).
I pulled up in the driveway and stared at the house. My Mom was off on one of her spa getaways again, and she had taken my stepfather with her. They seemed to be gone more than they were home, but the situation seemed to work well for them. Luckily they had a good relationship with our next door neighbor.
Wyatt Cole was. . . intense. The CEO of Cole Holdings, he had the kind of job most people worked for their entire lives and he was only in his mid-30s. He had been living next door to my parents for most of my life, and from the time I was a kid I remember his stories about how he started at the bottom, fetching coffee and filing when he was still in high school, learning everything he could from the ground up and earning every promotion he got.
So time to grovel.
Despite his no-nonsense business behavior, I’d always had a good relationship with him. He didn’t have any family, and my parents were definitely the type that couldn’t stand the idea of someone having a holiday alone, so he was a fairly regular staple in our lives. Sort of like an eccentric uncle with a private jet.
As silly as it seemed, I just hated the idea of disappointing him.
Steeling myself, I knocked on the front door. “Hello, Mr. Cole!” I said when he opened the door.
“Cora, welcome home.” Mr. Cole gave me a hug before ushering me inside, and I couldn’t ignore the rush of heat that flooded me at the touch of his strong arms.
That’s my other dirty secret. I have serious lust for this man. You real
ly can’t blame me. Tall with thick, dark hair and bright blue eyes, Mr. Cole looks like a fashion model. He always has a bit of stubble, giving him a sexy, rugged look that is a gorgeous contrast to his immaculate suits.
But it’s what’s underneath those suits that is even better.
Mr. Cole works out about two hours a day, getting up at 5 AM to hit the gym and lift weights, so his muscles are cut. My parents have a weight room in their house, and when half his house was torn up for renovations last summer, he came over early each morning to get a workout in. Almost every day that summer I used to sneak downstairs and watch him in his home gym, staring at those sexy muscles as he lifted weights and imagining him bending me over one of the benches.
Shaking my head to bring myself back to the present, I pushed my dirty thoughts away. I crossed my legs, squeezing my thighs together to try to quell the ache that had sprung up between them that only Mr. Cole’s fingers could truly fill.
I quickly realized Mr. Cole had been talking while I had zoned out on my dirty fantasy. “Sorry Mr. Cole, can you repeat that? I didn’t sleep well last night.”
Mr. Cole chuckled. “I said, I was wondering how long it would take you to come here asking for a job.”
I gaped. Had I really been that obvious?
Growing more amused at my obvious discomfort, Mr. Cole continued. “I won’t just give you a job, Cora.”
I visibly deflated. This had been my last hope. I was going to end up flipping burgers.
“Cora.” I looked up. “I won’t give you a job because I don’t think it’s fair to the other applicants to give you preferential treatment just because I’m friends with your family, but I will give you an unpaid internship.”
I opened my mouth to protest but Mr. Cole held up a hand to silence me. “I know you’re about to say that you can’t afford an unpaid internship. That’s why you’ll move in with me. I need a full-time personal assistant who is willing to be on call 24/7, and my regular assistant just can’t do it. She has kids and those commitments aren’t something I can compete with. You’ve been inside my house plenty of times, so you know that there’s more than enough room for you to have plenty of privacy, and it’s not moving back in with your parents. You can live here rent free and earn your way through the internship. Then if you’ve proven yourself, the next time we hire I have no doubt you’ll turn this into a paid job, and you can get a place of your own.”
As much as I wanted a “real” job right away, I knew this was my only hope. Mr. Cole was right. It was a huge house.
How bad could it be?
***
Terrible.
I had forgotten how intense my crush on Mr. Cole really was. Being around him constantly meant that I was endlessly horny. I know I should have tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t help myself.
The night before I was supposed to start my internship as Mr. Cole’s personal assistant, I woke up to the faint sound of clanking weights. Mr. Cole was working out again.
I squinted at my alarm clock. 5:08AM. Fuck it was early, but once I pictured Mr. Cole on his weight bench, skin shiny with sweat as his powerful muscles worked I knew there’d be no way I could go back to sleep.
I pulled a robe on over the skimpy tank top and panties I wore to sleep in and crept down the stairs. My nipples poked through the thin white fabric of my top and I could already feel the wetness growing between my legs in anticipation.
Mr. Cole was reclined across the weight bench, lifting heavy dumbbells and grunting with the effort. I stayed hidden in the shadows in the doorway as I watched, my eyes sliding over his hard muscles.
Mr. Cole was wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers and a snug pair of bike shorts as he worked out. The tight shorts left nothing to the imagination, and I could see the bulge of his cock. He wasn’t hard, but the bulge was an impressive size. I stared at it, trying to imagine what it would feel like inside me.
Almost of their own volition, my hand found it’s way under my robe and inside my panties. My pussy was already slick at ready, my clit a swollen nub begging to be touched.
This wasn’t the first time I had pleasured myself while watching Mr. Cole work out. The fear of being caught always made me come harder, so I ran my fingers over my lips, spreading my wetness around before dipping inside.
I’d had a few boyfriends in college so I wasn’t a virgin, but none of them had been memorable.
Not like Mr. Cole.
A little gasp escaped me as my finger brushed over my clit and I shuddered, my hips bucking against my hand. Mr. Cole always made so much noise when he worked out though that I wasn’t worried about being completely silent.
I added a second finger, squeezing my walls against them and imagining the fingers were Mr. Cole’s while I pressed my thumb against my clit, stroking that button in time with Mr. Cole’s every grunt and groan as he lifted.
Mr. Cole had traded the dumbbells for a heavy barbell. He was flat on his back on the bench as he lifted, and I imagined myself straddling his face on that bench, pressing my pussy against his lips and riding his face until I came.
My orgasm hit me like a city bus, my body shaking and my knees buckling as I came. I kept rubbing myself through the aftershocks, my eyes falling closed as I rode out the waves and waves of pleasure.
When I opened them again, Mr. Cole was standing right in front of me.
I froze like a deer in headlights. The tie on my robe had come undone and it gaped open, and there was no hiding anything. My nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin tank top but Mr. Cole wasn’t even looking at those. Instead, his eyes were staring at where my hand was buried inside my white panties.
I didn’t know what to say. I was sure that I had just ruined any chances I had at a job as well as any kind of decent relationship with Mr. Cole. All because I was horny for my boss.
Instead, Mr. Cole took his hand and wrapped it around my wrist, pulling my hand out of my panties. My fingers glistened with my juices and I stood stock still while Mr. Cole lowered his head and wrapped his lips around my finger, licking the taste of my pussy.
I moaned as the feeling of his tongue on my fingers when straight to my pussy. Then he stood up straight again without loosening his grip on my wrist. He brought my hand down to the front of his shorts and pressed it against the erection that strained the fabric.
Mr. Cole was rock hard, so hard that the head of his cock was actually peeking out over the waistband of his shorts as it curved up towards his taut abs.
With suddenly being presented with exactly what I wanted, I certainly wasn’t going to waste time stroking him through his shorts like a shy virgin. I tugged down the front of his shorts and his massive cock popped free, standing proudly at attention.
It was huge. Math was never my strongest subject, but I knew nine inches when I saw it. I could only imagine how fantastic it would feel inside me. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly pumped it. With my free hand, I pushed my panties down my hips and kicked them away, baring my pussy to his gaze.
I glanced over his shoulder to the weight room. Most of my fantasies took place around that weight bench. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Mr. Cole’s, smelling the powerful, masculine scent of sweat and musk that surrounded him.
Mr. Cole’s hands slipped under my ass and pressed me against him. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his hips. My hand that was trapped between us shoved his shorts further down his thighs and out of the way.
Mr. Cole spun me around and pressed my back against the wall. Before I could say anything else, before I could even think, his erection was pressing against my folds and I was spreading my legs wider, welcoming him inside.
That was the only invitation I needed. Neither of us had said a word, but Mr. Cole reared back and impaled me on his cock. I was already dripping wet from watching Mr. Cole and my own self-induced orgasm but Mr. Cole’s girth and length still stretched me far more than I expected. Every inch of his perfect cock rubbed against my inner
walls, hitting my G-spot and making it so no other cock would ever satisfy me again.
With my legs wrapped around Mr. Cole’s hips and my fingers digging into his powerful shoulders, all I could do was hold on as he fucked me against the wall. The moans that he was wringing out of me were almost animalistic with pleasure.
I was still wearing my tank top, and Mr. Cole grabbed the front, ripping the thin cotton like it was tissue paper until my breasts tumbled free.
“That’s better,” he growled, speaking for the first time. “I want to see these bounce while I’m fucking you.”
“Yes!” I hissed, my pussy tightening around him at the dirty talk.