by Jamie Knight
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked as he fingered my pussy, while still holding my face down.
“Yes, sir,” I moaned, getting very close to orgasm.
“Want to see what else I can put in there?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Better.”
Cooper slipped his fingers out of me and guided me down onto my knees between his feet. Slowly undoing his fly, Cooper unfurled his huge cock, not even needing to tell me to before I started wetting it with my sweet little mouth.
I sucked him hard. I sucked him deep. I sucked his big, thick cock as though my life depended on it. We were officially together, and I was going to get lots of other opportunities to partake. Though I was determined to enjoy each and every opportunity as though it were my last.
He came hard, blasting his massive load into my mouth and down my throat. No slouch when it came to taking cum at that point, I swallowed it all down, without missing a beat.
“Good girl!” he praised, leaning down and kissing me lovingly.
“Can I ride it?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said.
I’d never really been on top before. Including that time, it was more of a face to face as I straddled him, but it was still more control than I’d ever had before. Cooper usually having been in full command. I liked it that way but also wanted to try something different.
It was a bit awkward finding the right balance, but Cooper kept his hands on my hips, holding me tight. Eventually, I got it right and eased myself down. I relished the look on his faces as I lower my pussy down onto his cock until I had enveloped him completely.
Leaning forward a bit to get better balance, I started to bounce, sliding my pussy lips the length of his cock and then back down again. I didn’t want to hurt the baby, so I didn’t go too fast. Though I worked up to a reasonable speed. My pussy got tighter around his thick shaft as I fucked him.
Getting off in the nick of time, I squeezed his cock near the head, just to hold off the barrage for a while. Getting back on my knees, I took him into my mouth, unleashing the full torrent of his load down my throat before licking his cock squeaky clean.
He wasn’t down with me yet. Pulling me up to my feet, Cooper got up of the chair before pushing me down onto it facing away from him.
“On your knees,” he ordered.
I kneeled on the soft cushion, doing my best not to wobble. And put my arms up on the wings of the back. It felt a bit like being on one of those old torture devices you saw in movies. Like any minute, I was going to feel the sting of a whip upon my back. No such thing came, though. Cooper having a much more pleasant sort of torture in mind. He tickled me. He tickled my feet, he tickled my neck. He tickled all the way down my back and between my legs on my pussy. I was allowed to laugh as he tickled me, but I wasn’t allowed to move. If I moved, even an inch, he would spank me hard. Making me yelp and then laugh again when the tickling started again.
When my ass was bright red and stinging, he finally relented. Leaving me in that same position, he went to the bathroom and came back with something. I could hear the pump before I felt it. The cool lotion stroked gently into my stinging ass, making me nearly moan with pleasure.
When he was finished, and I was feeling a whole lot better, he started to touch me again. Gently, between my legs, working me up to an orgasm he actually let me finish. Coming out all the harder for the anticipation.
Giving me time to recover, Cooper had one more new experience for me. Getting fucked from behind while in a stress position on a chair. It really was quite good. His cock angled just right, so it struck my cervix and my g-spot at the same time as he kissed the back of my neck. Working me to a massive orgasm.
“I love you,” I screamed as I quivered, every molecule in my body reacting at once.
“I love you, too,” he replied.
Epilogue - Cooper
Bacon popped and sizzled in the cast iron skillet like a fireworks display, as I fried it to crispy perfection. We had decided on an even division of labor. I would cook breakfast, and Sarah would scour the online real estate listings for a condo central to both of our jobs. We were planning to co-sign even though I still made a lot more money than she did. Not that it mattered. I really had started thinking in collective terms. Going for ‘me’ to ‘we’ and ‘mine’ to
‘ours.’ It wasn’t really a new experience for me, having gone through something similar as basically the man of the house after dad left. Much of my concern was for Camilla and my mom more than myself. Probably how I developed my near Calvinist work ethic.
She wasn’t there. The computer was, but Sarah had gone off somewhere to do something else, leaving me holding the flipper and looking a fool. Not that I minded much, of course.
“Hey, mom,” I said, fishing my phone out of my pocket.
“Hey, honey, I just wanted to make sure you are still coming to the wedding.”
“Of course, we are.”
“We will understand if Sarah isn’t feeling up to the trip. Though I really hope that you can come.”
I was confused as to why Sarah wouldn’t be up to flying to Santa Fe in a few days but held my tongue.
“Remember, another one of my predictions came true.”
I stared at the phone for a long moment, wondering what she could possibly be on about. Had she made a prediction about Sarah feeling sick? As though on cue, Sarah came back into the kitchen looking deathly pale. I turned off the stove and ran to her.
“Honey, are you okay?” I asked, steadying her and pulling out a chair.
“I’m pregnant,” she said weakly.
I didn’t quite understand it. As far as I could remember, we had always used protection. Or at least were careful. How could she be pregnant? Then I remembered the first time. The first time we had fucked together, and the first time Sarah had fucked at all. I guess I got so caught up in the excitement I had gotten a bit careless.
It came back in full-color surround-sound. Mom said I should call Sarah my baby momma because she was going to give her grandkids.
“How do you feel about it?” I asked, not even wanting to entertain the psychic malarkey.
“Scared but happy.”
“Me too,” I said, kissing her gently, “hang on a minute.”
Quick as I could, I dashed into the bedroom and came back, dropping to one knee before the love of my life. Showing her the box, I slowly opened the hinged lid, for the big reveal.
“I bought this about a week ago, on a whim. I wasn’t planning to propose yet, but it feels right to do it now.”
“Yes,” she said, tears of joy rolling down her face, “even if we are going a bit fast.”
“It is just the right speed,” I said, slipping the ring onto her finger.
“Yeah, your right. Though maybe you are a bit psychic. Buying the ring on a whim and all. I—”
I kissed her into silence. Her mouth and tongue, suddenly very busy with other, more exciting things. Still kissing, her sweet, sweet lips, I scooped Sarah up into my arms and carried her into the bedroom for a different sort of kissing.
Her panties off and her legs up, near the edge of the bed, I drooped to my knees in reverence. Licking and sucking her sweet, pink pussy with every fiber of my being. Savoring every moans and movement she made.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, “please.”
Minding my speed, I carefully worked my cock into her pussy. Stopping when she still felt comfortable. Leaning in so I could kiss her while I moved, I started to gently fuck her pussy, her lips grabbing on and holding my cock as I mover inside her, gridding lightly against her cervix as she moaned her ecstasy as she came.
“Can you do something for me?” she asked after.
“Anything,” I said, meaning it with all my heart and soul.
“C-could you put it in my ass?”
“Are you sure, honey?�
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“Yes. I’m really curious about how it feels.”
“As you wish.”
Retrieving a condom and a bottle of lube from the drawer in the night table. I let her put the condom on me while I gently lubed up her tight, virgin asshole. When the condom was on, I put away the lube and got her into position. On her side, knees bent. It looked a bit odd, but it really was the best position. Particularly for the first time.
“Deep breath in,” I said, touching the head of my cock to her asshole.
“Okay,” she said, doing as I had instructed.
“And out.”
As she exhaled, I started to push in, getting in the head as well as a good deal of the shaft. Reaching down, I lightly fingered her sweet, tender pussy to take the edge off as I started to move my cock inside her. Truth be told, I was a bit surprised I got in as far as I had, and she was really a trooper.
“You okay, honey?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Does it hurt?”
“A little. There is mostly just a lot of pressure,” she said.
“That’s normal. It should go away as you stretch and adjust,” I assured her.
Turned out, I was entirely right. Sarah adjusted fairly quickly, my cock sinking in a little bit more with each thrust as she stretched out. By the end, I was halfway inside, pumping her sweet ass at a steady, moderate speed. As my darling Sarah moaned her pleasure, I kept fingering her pussy as I fucked her, trying to add to her overall satisfaction.
Before long, I could feel her pussy begin to tighten as she started to come. Her regular, vaginal orgasm, and a massive, earth-shattering ass-gasm happening in basically the same moment in a single burst of pure joy.
She cooed happily as I pulled out and lay down behind her. Slowly gliding my hand over her tummy, I felt the small bump that contained my child—something released inside me. I was going to be a father. I was going to be a husband. My family had gotten larger, along with my heart. And like that, the sadness was gone.
THE END
My Best Friend’s Brother’s Secret Baby
Copyright © 2019 Jamie Knight Romance.
Chapter One - Kora
The fake waterfall trickled gently into the indoor koi pond, as the fish swam with happy aimlessness around their stony confines.
“Thank God it’s Friday,” Erik, the masseuse, said as he passed the desk.
“Is God a big fan of Fridays?” I asked, trying my best to muster joviality.
“Of course; that’s why he made them fun,” Erik said with a wink.
I smiled for real; Erik was always able to make me laugh. He had already been working here at Celebration Salon and Spa for a few years and was really popular with the staff. Especially the women.
Not that he let it go to his head. The fact that he was married to the love of his life no doubt helped that.
Some people have all the luck.
“Wow, I never read that passage of the Bible where God said, ‘Let Fridays be fun; and it was good,’” David, the manager said, sidling up to the reception desk.
“Hey,” I said absent-mindedly, as my attention began returning to earth.
“You doing okay, Kora?” David asked.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said.
“Good, because we’ve got a lot of appointments coming in today. Some of them very important, if you know what I mean.”
“Loud and clear, sir,” I said.
“Good; it’s good to know you’re on board,” David said, tapping rhythmically on the desk with his knuckles, before disappearing back into his office, until there was bound to be another employee to correct or another customer’s ass to be kissed.
I was in awe of his dedication, if I was being honest with myself.
I had a direction at one point, but ever since high school, things had seemed to sort of fall apart on me. One of the few good things I had going for me was this job. Or, at least, the money from it.
After years of working minimum wage jobs, this one seemed to be a stroke of luck when I landed it. As a bonus, the work was far from the worst kind I had ever performed. Gutting fish at the market definitely took that prize.
The seven-disc CD player linked to the sound-system switched over again and the harp version of the Canon played for the fiftieth time that day. I closed my eyes and tried to block it out, but failed.
Who still plays CDs?
And what kind of customers truly enjoy listening to this boring music, even if it’s supposed to be relaxing?
I figured most just let it wash over them. Sadly, my hearing was a bit too good and I didn't seem to have the ability to block anything out.
"Kora?"
I looked up to the sound of a familiar voice. Up a night of Sundays, I never would have guessed who would be standing there.
"Kristen?" I asked, literally unable to think of anything else to say.
"So, it is you, under all that fanciness."
"Yeah," I said, slightly embarrassed.
I had never been one to prefer “fanciness.”
“I’m just the receptionist,” I explain, as if to protest that I’m not some fancy masseuse or stylist or something.
I realize I sound dumb. But Kristen doesn’t seem to notice.
"Imagine that. Me walking into the place where you work, after all this time,” she says. “How long has it been, anyway?"
"Three years, two months and twenty-seven days," I said, before I could catch myself, and then quickly added, "not that I'm counting or anything."
Kristen put her hand on mine, making me flinch unconsciously.
I didn't usually like to be touched at the best of times and was still getting over the shock of seeing her again.
"It is really good to see you again," Kristen said, gently squeezing my hand.
I searched her sharp blue eyes. I could always tell if she was lying. It wasn’t anything fancy or super-scientific that let me know, but more like just a feeling you have when you’ve known someone for a long time.
She was telling the truth.
I pulled away and sat down at the computer and quickly typed in the appropriate codes.
"What ya doin'?" Kristen asked, craning her neck.
"I've switched your appointment,” I informed her. “You are now going to be seeing our best masseuse."
"How good are we talking?" Kristen asked.
"Near orgasmic, just by touching your back. I also applied my employee discount to your bill in advance. I'll make sure that you have a fantastic experience here."
"Thanks, old friend. We should get back in touch," Kristen said. "You have my number on my booking."
My heart pounded at this possibility. I wasn’t sure if I should let her back into my life. Logically, I told myself there was a reason we had drifted apart and that it was probably best to stay that way. Emotionally, though, I missed my best friend from high school. From middle school. From elementary school.
Hell, we’d grown up together.
And to not have her in my life anymore hadn’t been easy.
All because of her brother.
I never should have let him get in the way of our friendship.
But how could I resist those washboard abs and chiseled chest and flirtatious eyes…
Stop it.
This is hardly the time and place.
But no time or place ever was.
And I couldn’t seem to banish him from my mind no matter what.
Without thinking about it, I took a pad and pen from the desk and jotted out my number in the large, clear handwriting literally beaten into me by my dad. Schools didn't do penmanship anymore when I was a kid and dad had been a stickler for the old ways.
"And here's mine," I said, passing her the paper.
"Cool! Thanks," Kristen said, putting the paper in her purse.
She smiled at me and I wondered if her heart was racing, too.
But even if it was, it
wouldn’t be for exactly the same reasons mine was.
I was glad my old friend had made a surprise re-appearance.
But that also meant there was a possibility of seeing her brother again. The guy who had rocked my world and then left it, but whom I had never been able to forget.
Chapter Two - Kora
It was dark by the time I got home, David deciding to extend the spa hours an hour later than usual to fit everybody in. The last few appointments arrived in a trickle, one or two people at a time. Not that I minded, of course. I got paid the same either way and the workload was a lot easier to handle.
I took off my work uniform as I headed to the living room, looking forward to lying down on the couch after a day of sitting. My bra and panties were the last to hit the floor before I stretched out on the couch, my mind still spinning with what had happened.
Kristen and I hadn't spoken in years and to see her out of the blue like that was a shock to the system. Particularly when she actually seemed happy to see me.
We had had a pretty bad falling out and not for simple reasons. In my experience, high school friendships usually did seem to fall apart for pretty stupid or frivolous reasons. Looking back, it really wasn't a surprise that Whiney and I had drifted apart, despite having been friends for years.
Whiney's brother Logan had been my first real love worthy of the name.
Correction.
If I was being honest with myself, I’d have to admit he’d been my only real love.
Considering I’ve never been able to move on from him, no matter how hard I’ve tried.
Towering and powerful in stature, with jet black hair and equally dark eyes that seemed like they could look into your soul, Logan Parker saw more pussy than a vet. His nickname, spoken in hushed tones, was "the cherry picker" because he had, allegedly, deflowered so many of the girls at our school.