Unprotected 4

by Freya Kane

  I’d never felt so filled in my life.

  Cautiously, I squeezed my muscles, tightening around Aiden’s cock a fraction more and he gasped.

  “If you don’t want me to come right now, you need to stop that,” Aiden said without heat.

  “Okay Aiden,” I answered, suddenly the picture of innocence. “Then you should move.” I paused, and the nervous anal virgin I had been a moment ago faded away. “I took every inch, now how about you show me what you can do with them?”

  Aiden’s lips curled into a devilish smile, and he pulled his cock back, exiting my body except for the head which stayed just inside my rim. He held there for just a moment, keeping his eyes laser focused on mine before he slammed back into me.

  After that, it was on. Aiden’s cock sawed in and out of me, setting nerve endings I didn’t even know I had on fire with pleasure. His hand never strayed from my clit, keeping just enough pressure on to have me quivering and arching closer to him, but always holding back my orgasm.

  His thrusts were getting faster and more erratic, the smooth rhythm giving way to more desperate thrusts, and I knew Aiden was about to come. He pressed his finger harder against my clit. The extra stimulation, as well as his whispered, “Come for me” was enough to push me over the edge.

  My body clamped down on Aiden’s cock as I shrieked in pleasure as I came, and a second later I felt a flood of heat in my ass as Aiden came as well, roaring my name loud enough that the whole floor had to hear him.

  I saw stars as the pleasure I was feeling seemed to redouble around me. When it finally started to fade, we both slumped down on the bed, sticky and exhausted and more satisfied than we’d ever been in our lives.

  ***

  So that’s my story. It’s not exactly Pretty Woman, but it definitely has a happy ending. I’d already saved enough money to pay for the rest of my loans, so I was able to enjoy quit this job without worrying.

  After all, Aiden didn’t like to share. And once the baby arrived I’d be busy.

  Just like I’d promised, I deleted my profile and thanked Tracy for everything. I walked away with no regrets. If I hadn’t wound up at Aiden’s hotel room that day, I doubt if I ever would have been brave enough to show him how I felt.

  Aiden meant it when he said that he’d never been more attracted to me than when I was pregnant. I had a feeling that as soon as this first one was born he’d be trying to knock me up again. I had always wanted a big family!

  Now, I had the rest of my life to show Aiden just how I felt about him. And I couldn’t wait to get started!

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  Pregnant Brat

  by

  Freya Kane

  Princess.

  That’s what they call me.

  Brat.

  Bitch.

  Spoiled.

  Always spoiled.

  I can’t help it though. It’s just how I was raised.

  My mother raised me by myself. My father had left her with a fat alimony check and run off with his secretary, and my mother was happy to hand me off to nannies and tutors while she had a relationship with his money. Needless to say, she and I never were particularly close.

  But I learned everything from her.

  You see, I had a sugar daddy.

  John Danner was the opposite of me in every way. While I was frivolous, he was hard-working. While I barely even bothered to fake an interest in my own future, he actually seemed to care.

  I was his assistant, and since he had an incredibly demanding job running one of the most profitable companies in the country, I was at his beck and call 24/7. So much that he insisted I move in with him.

  I was twenty, and while most people my age were in college, I was content to spend my free time shopping and lazing by the pool. After all, my mother had managed to land herself a rich husband, and I was even hotter than she was. I didn’t exactly need a college degree to get what I wanted.

  I just needed to make like me enough to keep me around.

  I had just come in from the pool, and I was just wearing a tiny pink bikini. Mr. Danner’s wife was off at some spa retreat for the weekend and he was at work. Or at least, I thought he was.

  That's right. He was married, but like most marriages with people of his income bracket, they were spouses in name only. They had separate bedrooms, their own affairs, and their own lives.

  “Do you ever plan to actually do anything with your life other than tan and shop?”

  I jumped as Mr. Danner’s deep voice boomed through the hallway.

  “John,” I said, turning to face him and sticking my ample chest out. “I didn’t realize you were home yet.”

  Mr. Danner strode towards me, looking imposing as always in his dark suit. He stood still in front of me and his eyes raked my body. “This really is all you do every day. You’ve never earned a single thing in your life.” He gripped my chin in his hand and forced me to look up into his dark eyes. “You’re spoiled.”

  I took a step back, bristling with anger as I pushed his hand away. “So what if I am? I do my job when I’m needed. I can do whatever I want in my free time. It’s not like you’re going to stop me!”

  I turned on my heel and started to walk away, but suddenly I felt Mr. Danner’s strong hands around my waist, slinging me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. “Let me down!” I shrieked, struggling against his iron grip.

  Mr. Danner ignored me and carried me into the living room before dropping me unceremoniously on the couch. Before I could react to the indignity of it all, Mr. Danner had sat down next to me and was pulling me across his lap. My ass was up in the air, and he yanked my swimsuit bottoms down.

  He couldn’t seriously be about to do what I thought he was!

  “You’re going to speak to me with respect. My name is Mr. Danner unless I tell you differently. And if you’re going to act like a naughty child, I’ll spank you like one,” he growled, and a moment later the first smack came down on my bare ass.

  I yelped, but it was more from surprise than actual pain. Mr. Danner wasn’t hitting me hard, but I was far more nervous that he would notice something else.

  I was absolutely soaking wet.

  I’d been having dirty thoughts about my boss for ages, but it was getting harder and harder to hide them. As soon as I’d see him, my panties would be dripping and my nipples would be hard. Feeling his strong arms as he carried me like I was nothing, and then his dominance as he pulled down my swimsuit bottoms to punish me? Fuck, I was more turned on than I’d ever been. And it was only a matter of time until he noticed.

  I shifted my hips a bit, and my legs fell open baring the wet pink slit of my pussy to Mr. Danner’s gaze. In the same moment, I felt the hard bulge of his erection press against my stomach.

  Mr. Danner was rock hard.

  His hand paused in the air. “You’re wet,” he said.

  I didn't think I really needed to confirm what we both already knew, so instead, I spread my legs a bit wider. Mr. Danner didn't act for a few moments, obviously mulling over what was the right thing to do. Finally, he brought his hand down in another slap, gentler this time, but instead of landing on my now red ass cheeks, this one landed on the swollen cleft of my pussy.

  Despite the lightness of the slap, every part of my body lit up in pleasure and pain, and I couldn’
t hold back the low moan that came out of me. “Yes, Mr. Danner,” I groaned. “I am spoiled! Punish me more!”

  Mr. Danner raised his hand again and brought it back down on my pussy for a second time, but instead of reaching up for a third slap, I felt him slide two fingers inside my channel.

  "So tight," he growled, plunging them in and out slowly. "I wonder how else I should punish you."

  “Any way you want, Mr. Danner!” I begged. I wriggled my hips and felt the hard bulge underneath me get impossibly larger.

  Mr. Danner pushed me off his lap and onto my hands and knees on the couch. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzip his pants and pull out his impressive cock. Mr. Danner’s erection had to be at least nine inches long and incredibly thick. He was huge!

  “Is this what you want, my spoiled little brat?” he said, turning so that he was lined up behind me.

  "Yes, Mr. Danner!” I groaned, but something gave me pause. “But I’m not on the pill, Mr. Danner. You just have to pull out so I don’t get pregnant.”

  Mr. Danner smiled, “Of course, baby. I promise I won’t come inside you.”

  Something in Mr. Danner’s smile told me that he wasn’t being totally truthful, but I was honestly way too turned on to care at this point.

  “Fuck me, Mr. Danner!”

  Mr. Danner lined his hard cock up against my slit and slammed inside.

  FUCK, it felt incredible! My quick look at Mr. Danner’s cock over my shoulder hadn’t prepared me for just how enormous his cock was. I hadn’t been a virgin for years, but my pussy had always stayed tight, and Mr. Danner’s girth was stretching every part of me.

  “I’m going to fuck the spoiled right out of you,” Mr. Danner growled. His hands held my hips tightly, and I knew I’d have finger shaped bruises marking me by tomorrow. His body slapped against my tender ass, reminding me of the spanking I’d been given.

  “YES YES YES!” I was sobbing with every jarring thrust, and I could already feel my orgasm starting to build as every hard thrust bumped my G-spot.

  “Don’t you dare come,” Mr. Danner ordered. “You’re being punished, my little brat. Don’t you forget that. You don’t come until I’ve decided that you earned it.”

  “Nooooo,” I whined, tears springing to my eyes in frustration. I was already so fucking close to coming, and Mr. Danner was telling me no. But somehow I knew that if I disobeyed him on this the fun would be all over. I’d get that one orgasm and then I’d be back to lusting after Mr. Danner and fingering my pussy.

  I pushed down the rising tide of pleasure, forcing my tightly coiled muscles to relax as Mr. Danner’s thrusts grew even harder. “Such a perfect, tight little pussy,” Mr. Danner moaned. “I think I’m going to come inside it after all. I think getting you pregnant will be the perfect punishment.”

  “Mr. Danner no!” I moaned, but I made no effort to struggle away. The truth was, I liked the idea of Mr. Danner filling me up with come and breeding me. But this was my punishment after all, so I couldn’t pretend to enjoy it too much. “Don’t come inside me!”

  A moment later, I felt the first hot splash of come inside me. Mr. Danner tightened his grip on me as he emptied himself inside me, filling my grasping pussy with his seed.

  He pulled out a moment later and flipped me over, leaving me sprawled on my back on the couch, a few drops of his come clinging to my pussy lips and my body still trembling on the edge of orgasm.

  Mr. Danner was still fully dressed in his suit, though it was rumpled now. Even softening, his cock looked huge where it hung out through his open fly. The front of his pants was damp from my juices. And somehow my bikini top was still on.

  “Make yourself come,” Mr. Danner said. “I want you to show me what you do to yourself in your bed at night when you’re thinking about fucking your boss.”

  His filthy words should have made me blush, but I was far beyond embarrassment at this point. My pussy was filled with my Mr. Danner’s come, and he might have already gotten me pregnant. Masturbating in front of him didn’t seem quite so scary.

  I spread my legs wide, letting my boss see the sticky mess of come covering my pussy and brought my hand between my legs. I pushed three fingers inside myself, feeling the slickness of come on my fingers. I pumped them in and out a few times before moving up to my clit.

  Mr. Danner had deliberately ignored my clit, and it was swollen and aching for a touch. The first soft touch of my fingers on that swollen little button had me arching upward. I rubbed it harder and I could feel the waves of pleasure cresting over me.

  “Sir, I’m going to come!” I cried, the ecstasy ripping through me an instant later. I quivered and shuddered under my own hand while Mr. Danner watched, riding wave after wave of pleasure until I slumped back against the couch cushions, wrung out and exhausted.

  “Delicious,” Mr. Danner purred, leaning down to kiss me. “But I’m not quite sure I’ve fucked the spoiled out of you just yet. We’ll have to keep trying, I think.”

  My lips curled into a naughty smile. “I can still do whatever I want! I think I might spend the whole rest of the day by the pool. I might even go shopping later, with your credit card, of course.”

  Mr. Danner reached down to where my bikini bottoms were tangled around my feet and tugged them up to cover me.

  “Spoiled little princess,” he said, cupping my covered pussy in his hand. “Just remember what might happens when you defy me.”

  ***

  If that was the reaction I got out of Mr. Danner for being bad, I certainly had no intention of being good.

  Instead, I took a trip to the upscale mall in the area with Mr. Danner’s credit card in hand. I hit store after store, not even looking at the price tags before swiping the card, racking up thousands of dollars in charges without blinking an eye before I headed home, my arms filled with bags.

  Mr. Danner was waiting for me.

  “I got a call about some unusual activity on my credit card,” he said, smirking just a bit. “I don’t remember spending $600 at Lace and Leather, among other things.” Mr. Danner’s eyes went right to the black and gold bag dangling from my wrist, a small bag for such an expensive purchase.

  Giggling, I ran into the other room and tossed down my purchases before digging into the Lace and Leather bag.

  He was going to love this.

  A few moments later, I emerged from the room and Mr. Danner's eyes bulged at what he saw. The exorbitantly expensive lingerie I'd purchased was a thin bodysuit made of slender gold chains. They glinted as they crisscrossed over my breasts, doing nothing to conceal my hard nipples. The chains followed the curve of my body, the tiny links making a sparkling golden mesh that covered the shaved flesh of my pussy. Already my arousal was slicking the cool metal.

  “Very nice,” Mr. Danner said, slowly walking around me in a circle. “Very nice indeed, but that doesn’t excuse the amount you spent, my spoiled little brat.”

  I took Mr. Danner’s hand in my own and brought it between my legs, pressing one of this thick fingers through the opening in the golden mesh and into my welcoming pussy. “Does this excuse it?”

  Mr. Danner chuckled, and his fingers pressed against my G-spot just enough to have me shivering before they abruptly withdrew.

  “No,” he said, tracing his hand, already sticky with my juices, across my face. His hand slid upward, stroking my cheek for a moment before pressing insistently on the top of my head and driving me to my knees.

  The bulge stretching the fly of Mr. Danner’s pants was right in front of my face, and I waited obediently while he unzipped it and pulled out the enormous dick I’d enjoyed so much yesterday.

  “Open that spoiled little mouth,” he ordered. Mr. Danner barely gave me a moment to comply before he was shoving his thick meat into my tiny pink lips. My moan was cut off as my lips were stretched. Inch by inch, he pushed his cock inside my mouth. Tears sprung to my eyes as I tried to breathe around the cock filling my mouth, and still, he pushed forward.

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sp; I moaned, but it came out muffled. Mr. Danner pulled back, letting me take a breath before pushing back inside even deeper than before.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Mr. Danner ground out. “You like having your stepfather fuck that spoiled little smart mouth of yours.” I tried to say yes, but it just came out as a garbled moan. “You’re dripping, aren’t you? Wet to the knees.” Mr. Danner’s hand tightened on my hair, holding me still as he fucked my throat. “I should come in your mouth and leave you here, wet and aching for me to fuck you. Do you think you might learn then?”