by Poppy Romero
He was manoeuvring his hips so the tip of his rock hard cock kept pressing against the entrance to my pussy, teasing me. I must have looked desperate, the way I was arching and contorting my hips trying to get him to fuck me. Hell, I was desperate!
He slipped a hand around the base of his cock, and gently pushed the tip inside me. It felt so hot and raw that I couldn't help but press down onto him. I gasped at the sensation of his light, shallow thrusts inside me.
He looked into my eyes, the pretence of role-play momentarily gone. “You sure about this?”
I gave him a look that was pure, animal lust. “Stop teasing me, and fuck me.”
Saying it, being so openly wanton with the doc make me shudder with pleasure as his smooth hard cock slid into my slick hole. I threw my hands around his shoulders, gripping his neck as he gave a few slow, shallow strokes. It felt heavenly to feel his flesh sliding against mine, then he plunged into me fully, starting to drive deeper with each thrust. I could barely think, let alone keep up the role-play, I was so turned on!
“Oh shit… that’s it baby, give it to me!” I whined into his ear. His breath was hot on my neck, his cock pounding into me. “Fuck… I needed this so bad!”
He groaned, his breath hot in my ear. “I haven't been able to concentrate all evening, thinking about you”
Hearing him talk dirty to me kept the pleasure rolling. “I wish you'd just grabbed me before, just come over and bent me over the desk.”
“You have no idea how much self-control it took, just standing there watching.”
“You mean seeing me in my lingerie?”
“I mean the whole god-damn time you've been working here.”
I groaned and rocked my head back in pleasure. My pussy was on fire with sensation, and my head started to run through the filthiest images it could. How it must look, him ploughing into me. Imagining earlier in the office, him grabbing me and pulling my lingerie to one side and slipping inside me.
Then my brain hit the sweet spot – I imagined him grabbing me and taking me right there in the middle of the waiting room at that first staff meeting. Those closed-minded soccer moms watching him pound me while they gasped behind their hands. The other doctors nodding approvingly and egging him on. A crowd of strangers in the waiting room watching us fuck through the reception window. Everyone watching us as we came.
For some reason my body really responded and I started to feel my orgasm approaching. “That’s it…” I gasped, “Keep going!”
His breathing came in short, ragged gasps. “You like that?” He panted.
“Fuck... Talk dirty to me. Tell me how you want to fuck me.”
“I love watching you. You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to just take you. Seeing that sexy ass in the office, I just wanted to take you right then.”
“Oh fuck… Fuck, I’m so close!”
I felt his pace quickening as he started to work at my clit with his thumb, the combined overload of pleasure driving me closer to the edge.
“Yeah, come for me! I want to see you coming. You like that?”
“Oh fuck yes! Shit, Doc I’m coming! I’m going to… fffuck!”
The orgasm ripped through me as I writhed on the table, clutching the doc's hips and pulling him in close as I felt my orgasm crash over me. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as each thrust inside my pussy sent a new spasm of ecstasy shooting through my body.
Doc Stone was still driving into me slowly, partly to tease me with the aftershocks of my orgasm but also because he hadn’t finished himself. I ran my hand up his stomach and smiled at him.
“Mmm… that was a good one.”
He grinned back. “I noticed.”
I blushed a little, wiggling my hips and driving myself back down onto his dick. His hands started to wander over my thighs as he smiled, slowly pushing back into me. I groaned and bit my lip.
“You liked the uniform?”
He nodded, and kept slipping into me slowly. “Like my own private strip joint, right here.”
“And you’re definitely on the guest list baby,” I cooed, pulling the uniform all the way open, squeezing my breasts together for him. “I want you to take a good long look at this.”
“Just a look? That all the guest list gets me?”
“Oh you’re a VIP baby, you get an access all areas pass.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Backstage pass?”
I closed my eyes and moaned, still in just enough of a dirty mind to run with his implication. “You fetch that lube from over there and we might just see.”
The first time I'd tried anal sex, I was pretty drunk. I just got out of the bathroom after spending the afternoon winding up an old boyfriend, and sat in his lap, his beautiful dick poking into my cheeks as he ran his hands all over my naked body. I think it was because of how drunk I was, but I ended up going down on him, making sure to give the condom an extra coating of saliva as I sucked him to full, glorious hardness in my mouth. He took me from behind; slowly at first, but eventually slipping into my ass with a steady rhythm as I fucked myself with a couple of fingers.
It had been a crazy afternoon, but I hadn't tried it much since - it’d never felt like the right moment. But with the way things were going tonight in the clinic, I felt dirty enough to do anything I wanted, and I wanted the Doc inside my ass.
I turned around and bent over the table, watching over my shoulder as the doc slowly worked his hand up and down his shaft, making it slick with lubricant. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my tight hole, then after a moment's resistance, sink into me slowly.
I felt like he was stretching me open as wide as my mouth, as I gasped and took him into me. It felt incredible. He started slow, so I could feel each inch as he slipped into me from behind. Once he’d started working up to a slow rhythm, all I could do was moan and grip onto the bench as his thrusts began to send sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
He flipped the nurse’s uniform up over my lower back so he could grab my hips with both hands as pumped into me. I almost wish I could have been watching us from outside my body, like if there was a mirror in the room…
I looked round, and nearly came right there as I saw in the examining mirror on the opposite side of the room. There we were, my mouth open in a shocked gasp, nurse’s uniform shucked up around my back and the doc behind me, driving into me with long, firm strokes. It looked so sexy I couldn’t help slipping a finger or two between my legs, pressing urgently against my g-spot with my fingertips and massaging my clit with the palm of my hand.
I needed to come so badly, even with the sensitivity of the last orgasm still making me tingle. I slid my fingers in and out of my sensitive pussy, his heavy balls banging against the back of my hand as I shamelessly fucked myself. It was driving me crazy feeling so full in both holes, it started to tip me over the edge into orgasm.
“Yeah that’s it, keep that going,” I moaned, “Keep it going, you’re gonna make me come!”
“You wanna come?” He growled, “Tell me you wanna come. Tell me you want me to make you come, fucking your ass.”
I could feel myself falling over the edge as the orgasm began to flood my body with sensation, and it felt like every nerve ending between my legs was exploding. “Oh fuck yeah, make me come! F-fuck my ass! Make me come! Fuck… I’m gonna come!”
The last thing I saw in the mirror before the orgasm overtook me was the doc throwing his head back, hands on top of my hips as he gave an extra shove, his dick inside me all the way to the hilt. I cried out and flopped my head onto the bed, feeling my pussy spasm and twitch against my slippery fingers, spark after spark of orgasm tearing through me as I came.
I realised he was still going as I slowly got my breath back, and realised he must be close himself. I didn't want the doc to waste his hot load in my ass though. I wanted something he'd remember me by.
I shot him a smouldering glance over my shoulder. “I think that might have sorted me out doc, but what about you?�
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He didn't reply, his eyes closed in rapt ecstasy as continued to pound away at me from behind. I looked across at the mirror, appreciating with a grin just how sexy we looked like that, but I was starting to feel a little sore.
I reached back and tapped him on the hip, straightening up so he would slide out of me. I grabbed a wipe from the side and wrapped it round his slippery length, kneeling in front of him.
“Mmmh… gotta get rid of this tension though, don’t we doc. Gotta do what your nurse says. Such a big, delicious, dick…”
I closed my hand around it, and started working the shaft as he closed his eyes. I cupped his balls with the other hand, stroking the base of his shaft with my thumb.
“So good. You think you might let me take a sample from you doc? A sample of your nice, fertile sperm?”
I started to increase the pace of my hand on his shaft, dropping the wipe on the floor. “Or maybe those little guys want the day off. Do you want to be nasty with me doc? You want to do something dirty, like come all over my tits?”
His breath was increasing and he closed his eyes. Yeah, I could play him like a flute.
“Do you like that idea? You like it, comin’ on my titties? That’s so nasty! But I’ll let you do it. I’ll let you come all over my face, maybe even a little in my mouth? My dirty little mouth, you like that idea?”
He did. He really did. He grabbed his dick off me and started frantically stroking it into my face. I love seeing a guy working his shaft for me, and I kept one hand on his balls as I slipped the other down my stomach, feeling how wet my pussy still was.
He grabbed the back of my head and I moaned with pleasure. I loved it. Kneeling in front of him while he pumped his shaft in my face was pretty much the perfect way this could have gone. I felt so dirty, so kinky and sexy.
His face was reddening as he got ready to shoot his come all over me. “Fuck… Poppy, I’m gonna…” He grunted, the speed of his hand increasing to a flurry.
I grinned up at him, licking my lips slowly. “Do it! Do it you dirty fucker, come all over my face! Come all over my fucking… Oh!”
My exclamation was partly surprise as the first glob of hot sperm shot out of the end of his cock, hitting my cheek, but it was also at the quick glance I made toward the mirror. It was angled so that it perfectly caught him standing over me, shooting his come all over my face and throat. The nurse's uniform was hanging open around my shoulders, and my hair was a wild mess. It looked incredible, watching the thick ropes of his sperm pumping out of his cock, jetting over me.
Another wad hit me on the upper lip, breaking the spell. I looked up at him, still locked into his orgasm, staring in disbelief as I took his virile come into my mouth.
He took his hand off his cock, and I slid mine up from his balls to grip the shaft and milk the last of his creamy gift over my breasts. “Mmm… that’s it baby, all over e. All over my dirty, dirty mouth!” I gave his cock a few strokes to squeeze one last drop of his sperm out, feeling it drip off my chin and slide slowly down my dripping chest. I was covered, and I loved it.
I looked up at him and shot him my best innocent look. “What do you think doc, am I cured?”
He just laughed. “Damnit Poppy, I’m beginning to think I’m never going to get anything done with you around!”
Raunchy Rednecks
I’d like to think - all things considered - that I’m not that bad a person. I never asked for this life. Wrong place at the wrong time, and all that.
Hell I was pushed to it by an abusive boss, my hormones, and by the happy coincidence that led me to meet the father of my children.
The morning it all started, I was supposed to be getting ready for work, which I was finding difficult - I was also trying not to get distracted by Dean, who was stood in the bathroom without his shirt. My own personal slab of beefcake - at least since the previous night.
It was a Tuesday night, and the same faces, the same jokes, the same classic rock playing on the jukebox.
Shelly - who ran the place - tried to keep it as decent as was possible in a junkwater like this, but I was bored. I had a whole week ahead of me working for that asshole Brian, and was honestly considering just grabbing the next guy that wasn't married, on meth or related to me.
Then in he walked. 5' 10” of chiselled jawline, deep blue eyes and a grin that pierced right through my panties and set fire to any self control I might have had left.
He certainly put on a show, I'll give him that. It had been enough to see him hustle Troy Kent on the pool table and win. He'd already more than caught my eye bending over the table in those jeans, gripping the shaft of the cue… Gives me shivers just thinking about it now.
He wiped the floor with Troy, but when Troy tried to square up to him (figuring the stranger in town would be an easy mark) this guy ran rings round him. Literally. Every time Troy took a swing, Dean just wasn't there. Troy'd look round, and he'd would smack Troy upside the head, the same cocky grin across his face.
He kept it going until Troy stormed out to go get his buddies, and I slipped in beside Dean at the bar.
“One more for the winner.” I said to Shelly.
Dean looked at me, glancing up and down. “Winner,” He growled, “So does that mean I get a prize?”
“I guess you might. Although you should know, he's probably on his way to pick up a truck full of his redneck friends to finish what he started.”
Dean nodded, taking the beer from Shelly and turning to me. “I guess I'm glad I have you to look out for me then, miss...”
“Poppy. I know, don't start.”
He smirked. “I didn't say anything.” He took a swig of his bottle, and extended his hand. “Dean, by the way.”
“Pleased to meet you, Dean. You in town long?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. You know of any places to stay?”
“Is that a proposition?”
He laughed, flashing me that grin again. “Well aren't you up-front?”
I shrugged. “I never offered you anything, Dean,” I said, sucking innocently on my straw, “Although I do know a hotel I could point you to.”
“I assume we're still talking about places for me to stay?”
“That depends.” I put my drink down.
He lowered his eyes. “Depends on what?”
“Depends on if you feel like sticking round here and taking a pounding from those boys.”
He leaned in close, breathing into my ear. “I think we both know who's going to get pounded tonight.”
I shivered with pleasure, and looked up at him, biting my lip. “Now who's being forward?”
He took my hand in his, and stood up. “Let's go find this motel of yours, and we'll see.”
Outside, it had gotten a little cold, and I hugged my arms for warmth.
Dean looked at me, and put his arms round my waist, pulling me close. “You're cold.”
As he pulled me close, I could smell his rich, manly musk from the fight and the heat of the bar. I sighed. “Not any more.”
He leaned forwards and kissed me, taking my head in his strong hands and cupping it gently. His lips squeezed mine, pinching and pulling them into his mouth.
I have absolutely no idea how long we were stood there, but I know that when he tried to pull his head away, I pressed myself harder into his body, feeling his cock swell against my thigh.
I slid my hand over it and pressed gently. “Wanna find somewhere quiet?”
He grabbed a bag from his car, and we headed for the first motel down the road. He kept his hand on my ass the whole way, his thumb stroking the exposed skin above my belt, right above my tattoo. Maybe the skin's just more sensitive because I know it's there, or because I could imagine his hands on my hips, giving me the pounding he'd promised.
Ether way he was driving me crazy, and I was practically squirming by the time we'd checked in to the motel. It was a pretty old place, but at least it was clean - I'd been a maid there a few summers back. For now at least, i
t would do.
As soon as we locked the door, and before he could even hit the light switch, I grabbed the front of his jeans and moaned in his ear “Don’t say a word unless it’s dirty.”
He just grinned, and obeyed that instruction to the letter.
He pushed me back onto the bed, put one foot on the mattress beside me and started to unhook his belt.
If I was impressed with his handling of the pool cue, I was damn near stunned by the massive dick he drew slowly out of the fly of his jeans. In the moonlight, that thing was a work of art. It was the Venus de Milo of dicks. Or Michelangelo's David - but with a bigger dick, obviously.
He put his hand in a jacket pocket, pulling out a pack of condoms and tore one open with his teeth. I licked a finger and lay back on the bed, gently teasing it over my clit while I watched him wrestle his swelling length into the condom.
Watching him had got me going, but seeing him wrap his fist around his cock, knowing it was for me got my juices flowing as I lay there watching him. I bit my lip, my other hand straying to gently tease and pinch my nipple.
He stood watching me as he shucked off his jacket onto the floor. I was damn near tearing off my own clothes in desperation, eager to feel the heat of his skin against mine. He shook his head, grinning with amusement as he took his shirt off, standing naked in front of my open legs. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you.”
My finger slipped back between my thighs and I stared hungrily at his cock. “I know what’d damn well better get into me, and quick!”
He moved my legs apart and settled between them, the sharp scent of his sweat filling the air as he nuzzled into my neck. He kissed me at first, and then bit gently but insistently at the line of my throat. I could feel my nipples hardening against him as he moved above me.
I bucked my hips towards him, pressing myself against him, feeling the skin of the condom sliding over my slick pussy.
“Oh fuck…” If he’d kept going like this the foreplay would have been blissful, but I didn’t want foreplay right now. I wanted him inside me, and I reached down to line-up the tip of his dick against my opening.