by Freya Kane
Thank goodness we were having sex inside for once. I would have woken up the whole neighborhood.
Archer kept up the pressure on my clit while two fingers pushed the sodden crotch of my panties aside enough to press inside by aching pussy. So much thicker than my own, Archer’s fingers added just enough of a stretch inside my tight channel that I could feel a second orgasm already brewing.
I was never usually one for dirty talk myself. I loved it when whatever guy I was fucking would spout off filth about how amazing my mouth felt or everything he wanted to do to my pussy later, but I never really said much myself. Archer was definitely changing that, though.
“Yes Archer, fuck me on those big fingers! Suck my clit harder! Fuck I want you inside me, everywhere! FUCK!” The last word was shouted as Archer’s mouth and fingers brought me to completion a second time. My inner walls squeezed around his fingers as a gush of fluid soaked him even more.
With my thighs trembling from pleasure and the exertion of holding myself up, I slid down Archer’s body to flop on the bed beside him.
Archer licked his lips exaggeratedly. “Delicious!” he said before pulling me into a kiss.
That night, we slept wrapped up in each other.
***
The rest of the summer was pretty much the same. Archer and I seemed to be going for some kind of orgasm world record, and more often than not, we were fucking in the backyard.
I know it seems a bit silly to constantly be having sex around hard cement and chlorine when you have a house filled with perfectly comfortable beds inside, but I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of feeling Archer slide into me under the bright afternoon sun. Archer’s light skin had darkened to a honey colored tan and the still unbroken heat wave didn’t even phase us anymore.
I had been lounging on the chair by the pool, idly flipping through a magazine while Archer swam a few laps. We had both stopped bothering to wear swimsuits. Having instant access was just so much more fun.
I looked up as I heard the wet slap of Archer’s feet on the hot cement as he got out of the pool. His cock was standing straight up, rock hard and ready to go, and I smiled as I felt the warm flood of wetness that seemed always present around Archer to grow even wetter between my legs.
“Flip over,” Archer said, playfully smacking my ass when I complied. “I want to watch that gorgeous ass while I fuck you. I feel like your curves have been getting even better lately.” Archer was right there. I’d taken a test a few weeks ago, and I was pregnant. In the past few months, I’d been getting thicker around the belly and my already large breasts had grown. Even my ass had gotten curvier.
My ass was big, round and fucking amazing. I’d been fantasizing about Archer sliding his dick in between my ass, and I wondered idly if he was finally going to do it.
I groaned as Archer pushed inside without warning. The stretch of his cock felt amazing, and I was soaked enough already that he slid in with no problem. His hands wrapped around my hips and he started a fast rhythm.
The slapping sound of flesh on flesh seemed incredibly loud in the quiet neighborhood but I was beyond caring who heard or saw us anymore. In this position, though, the lounge chair definitely wasn't the best idea. I shifted just a bit, and my knee slipped through the rubber webbing.
The sudden change in angle caused Archer’s cock to slip out of me, but the speed of his thrusts didn’t falter. He thrust forward, but instead of sliding right back into my pussy, his slick cock found another hole to push into.
That hole.
Finally.
My ample pussy juices had spread to coat my ass as well, and Archer’s cock was slippery from being inside my pussy, so the momentum of his thrust had him sliding inside my unprepared asshole for a moment before he realized just where he was.
"Sorry Tessa!" he said, stilling his thrusts. He didn't pull out immediately, though. "You're so tight," he said, his breath catching. "I just need a second or I'm going to come."
I tightened my muscles, squeezing the invading organ and pondering if I could handle more without any real preparation.
I wanted to try.
“Or you could keep going,” I said, my voice sounding breathy.
Already an inch or two inside my ass and obviously loving it, Archer wasn’t inclined to disagree. “You just have to tell me if it hurts too much.”
Slowly Archer thrust forward, and I held the edge of the chair in an absolute death grip as I forced unused muscles to relax. I'd had anal once or twice in the past, but it had been awhile and the cocks certainly hadn't come close to the size of Archer's.
The penetration seemed to go on and on until my lust-crazed brain was wondering if Archer's cock had somehow grown another foot in the last minute. Finally, I felt Archer's thighs brush mine.
He was completely inside.
“Tessa,” he said, his voice strangled. “Fuck it’s so tight. I need to make you come.”
Archer’s hand left my hip to spread apart my pussy lips, finding the aching button of my clit. He pulled out just a few inches before thrusting back inside with an agonizing slowness, and I let out a low keen as the burning stretch inside me started to give way to pleasure.
I rocked against Archer’s hand, grinding my clit against his fingers as he fucked me. “That’s right,” he murmured. “Ride my hand. Make yourself come. I want to feel you squeeze me.” Two of Archer’s fingers pushed into my pussy while his thumb kept rubbing at my clit.
“Add another,” I asked, my voice sound blown out with the intensity.
Archer added his third finger, his pinkie finger rubbing against my opening for just a moment before joining the other three inside me.
I had never felt so filled. I tilted my head down, entranced by seeing Archer’s fingers buried inside me, only a thumb away from having his whole hand in my pussy. I didn’t know whether to buck against Archer’s hand or back against his cock. Every nerve ending was firing with intense pleasure, and when I came I could feel the tremors from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
My muscles locked up and squeezed, clenching around Archer’s fingers while my ass grew even tighter around his cock. Archer let out a loud groan in my ear as he spilled inside me, my ass pulsing around him and milking him of every drop.
We stayed like that for what felt like ages. Archer’s cock started to soften inside me, and he pulled out slowly, conscious of just how sore I had to be. He eased his fingers out of my pussy, and I whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
“That was. . .” Archer’s voice trailed off. Neither of us could even describe the maddening amount of pleasure we’d just experienced. But we both knew one thing.
We were definitely doing this again. And again. And again.
***
A few months later, and I was back at school, buried in classes and homework. I missed our days by the pool, but I was lucky enough to have gotten a small apartment in an awesome complex off campus.
That meant no roommates.
And it really wasn’t that far of a drive for Archer to come visit.
But my favorite part of the apartment complex? It had a pool with a privacy fence that no one seemed to ever use.
By now my belly had popped and there was no hiding that I was pregnant. I had slipped on my yellow bikini. It had been skimpy before but considering how my breasts had grown it was almost indecent. And my huge pregnant belly almost hid the tiny string bottom.
I heard a knock on my door, and I flung it open excitedly. On the other side of the thick wooden door was Archer with a smile on his face and a bottle of lube in his hand.
Our relationship was becoming something more than just fucking by a pool. Archer had been surprised when I revealed my pregnancy, but the bigger I got, the more he seemed to like it. Every wild change my body went through seemed to turn him on more.
He had been sucking on my nipples last week and milk started to come out. He lifted his head, staring at me in shock for a moment before he lowered hi
s head back down and sucked more, his tongue working my nipple until both of them were drained dry, all the while his cock was hard enough to pound nails against my thigh.
As soon as he finished sucking my milk, he rammed his cock into me, giving me a pounding that shocked me with its intensity. “I want,” he had growled, “I need to mark you. Fuck, Tessa!” Abruptly he pulled out and started jacking his cock, and a moment later my pregnant belly was painted with stripes of his come. Every encounter between us had turned into this amazing primal fuckfest. I loved it!
Our relationship may have started with taking my top off by the pool, but it was growing into something real.
But right now the only growing thing that I was concerned about was the erection growing inside Archer’s pants. I pulled him inside and locked the door behind him, dropping to my knees with a smile on my lips.
“Welcome home, baby.” I caught his zipper in my teeth and tugged it down, smiling when I saw that he was wearing his swim trunks underneath his cargo shorts.
“Feeling like an afternoon by the pool?” Archer said, eyeing my outfit as he helped me stand back up.
“Oh yes,” I purred. “It’ll finally be getting cold soon, so we can’t miss the last warm weekend!” I twirled, giving him a look at my outfit from all angles. “You don’t think it’s too much?” I asked, my hand running over the bulge of my belly.
“Fuck no,” Archer groaned. “It’s taking everything inside me to not rip that bikini bottom down and fuck you right now.”
I smirked and took a step backward. “You’ll just have to save it for the pool,” I said, grabbing the key to the gate and leading him out of our apartment.
The pool was small but really nice. This late in the season, no one ever seemed to use it so I wasn’t surprised to find it completely empty. I locked the gate behind us and peeled off my top, my nipples pebbling in the late summer air. Grinning at Archer, I climbed down into the pool.
I floated on my back, my bare breasts and big belly poking out of the water as my hair flowed around me. Archer was sitting on one of the lounge chairs, watching me with obvious lust on his face and the front of his swim trunks tented out with an erection.
Archer glanced around quickly, double checking that we were truly alone before pulling down the front of his swim trunks so that he could stroke his cock as he watched me.
“Remember the first time you did that?” I asked, remembering Archer jerking off on the pool float while I fingered my pussy.
“Fuck, I’ll never forget that. Watching you touch yourself like that. . .”
The ache had already started to grow between my legs, and I knew I had to have Archer now. The pool could wait for a bit.
I climbed out of the pool, my pregnant belly making it a bit hard for me to move too quickly. I untied the sides of my bikini and it fell to my feet as I walked towards Archer. Totally nude, I straddled him and sheathed him inside my pussy in one quick movement.
I leaned back on my hands, the movement lifting my belly enough so that Archer could get a good look at where we were joined as his hips lifted me up with every thrust.
Archer brought one of his hands between my legs, finding the slick button of my clit and rolling it between his fingers.
“Fuck, I wish you could stay pregnant forever. You look so hot like this.”
I moaned, shivering in pleasure at Archer’s words and a moment later Archer was using his other hand to pull me closer and guiding my breast towards his mouth.
His tongue closed around my nipple, the sharp taste of the chlorine quickly disappearing under the sweet taste of my milk that poured into his mouth.
“Your pussy’s so wet,” Archer breathed against my breast. “You’re always dripping for me.”
“Always,” I echoed, my voice cutting off in a cry of pleasure as Archer’s cock inside me along with his tongue on my nipple brought me to my peak.
My pussy squeezed him tightly, wringing his own orgasm out of him, and I felt the hot flood of his come inside my pussy. Exhausted, I slumped down against him, my belly trapped between us.
Naked by a public pool and sticky with come and chlorine, I couldn’t have been happier. When I stood up on shaky legs a few minutes later, Archer’s come coated my inner thighs. Smiling, I took his hand and urged him to his feet. Archer kicked off his swim trunks and followed me into the water, already anticipating round two.
“Come for a swim with me baby! You know, you’ve never actually fucked me IN the pool, you know. . .”
Fertile & For Sale!
by
Freya Kane
“Fuck yes!”
I sank down on his cock, feeling his girth stretching out my inner muscles, spreading me wide so I could take every inch. I was dripping wet, the slick sound of our joining almost as loud as my moans as I started bouncing on Brian’s cock.
“That’s right!” I yelped, my words coming out like hiccups as Brian’s cock hit a particularly delicious spot inside me. “Fuck me so good, Brian!”
My cute, dark-haired bedmate gripped my hips and said, “Ryan.” I twisted my hips, and he gasped, jerking upwards. “It’s Ryan, but do that again and you can call me whatever you want.”
"Ryan, sure, whatever," I said, breathless as I could feel my orgasm creeping closer with every bounce. "You're going to make me come!" My body was already tightening up around Ryan's dick, and I started shaking.
Ryan growled, his hips snapping upward as I came with a wail. My inner muscles squeezed his cock, pushing him over the edge and milking him of every drop of come.
Exhausted, I rolled off Ryan, sprawling next to him on my bed, watching with appreciation as Ryan got out of bed and tossed the used condom in the trash before fishing his wallet out of his pants and pulling out two crisp $100 bills and leaving them on my dresser.
“Wish I had time to stay for the rest of the hour,” he said, brushing his hands through his dark hair and looking almost shy. “I’ll definitely be calling you back again. That was fucking incredible.”
I smiled, settling back on the bed as Ryan saw himself out, my lips curling into a smile at the thought of the $200 joining the rest of the fat pile of cash in my top drawer.
That’s right. My name’s Fiona, and I have sex for money.
I know, I know. I’m not really supposed to be this. . . gleeful about it. I’m supposed to be disgusted with myself, turn my head to the wall while the guys pump away in me, silent tears streaming down my face. I’m supposed to end my days huddled in the shower feeling like the dirt won’t come off and then drowning my sorrow in whatever substance I can get my hands on.
But I’m not.
The way it started was pretty much the way every girl gets into sex work. I needed money and I needed it fast. I was fresh out of college, and I was lucky enough to come from a family in that sweet spot of making too much money for me to qualify for financial aid but not enough many to pay for school so my student loan payments were terrifying large.
I’d been working my ass off all through college at one crappy job or another, and I’d managed to keep myself afloat, but all those deferred payments were coming due, and my side jobs of making sandwiches at the student union and shelving library books definitely weren’t going to be enough.
So I started trolling Craigslist, looking for anything flexible that paid a lot of money. Not surprisingly, everything that met that criteria turned out to be a scam.
Except one.
Buried in the ETC section was a short ad that just read “Escorts wanted – set your own hours and own prices.”
Shaking with nerves, I dialed the number.
“Lusty Ladies, Tracy speaking.”
“Hi,” I said, forcing the quaver out of my voice, “I saw your ad on Craigslist. . .”
And that was how it all began. Tracy gave me the rundown over the phone – prices, her cut, the website. She’d handle all the appointments and bookings, and I’d do the rest.
The next few days passed in a wh
irlwind. Tracy met with me and took photographs for my profile on the site, and suddenly I found myself posing on all fours, naked except for a cheerleader skirt, looking coyly over my shoulder as the camera focused on the shaved pink slit peeking out from underneath the bright red skirt.
Another day later and I was standing outside a hotel room, condoms in my purse and butterflies in my stomach.
My first trick was a skinny blond guy named Jason who seemed even more nervous than I was. He shook my hand when I came inside, pressing a wad of cash into my palm with sweaty fingers.