dollie princess 🎀

After all you were raised on it.

You are a slut.

Let yourself feel happy, whore yourself out.

You are a cocksleeve.

A man's dick gives you purpose.

Embrace it.

Fighting it will only make you sad and depressed.

Rub your cunt.

teach us how to suck dick using dildos and condition us to have our pussies wet and slick when he give head and pleasure a man. have us crave the feeling of a real cock in our throat by teaching us that in pleasuring a man, that is where we will receive true gratification.

make us practice holding onto our orgasm and testing us on how long we can hold out before cumming and out bodies shuddering to a stop

punish us when we don't meet your expectations by abusing my sensitive clit with a vibrator strapped to it whilst you hammer my pussy for hours and grunt between thrusts about how i need to take my homework seriously, and how no man will ever give me their cock if i dont satisfy them before cumming myself

give us penpals, in the third year - where we are assigned a man that we need to please for a week - and at the end of the week, we're all put in a whorehouse specifically for our penpals, with our legs chained in position so that our holes are presented to them, and they can take it in turns to use all the different holes on display

make it expected for a girl to walk into class with cum dripping down her leg

make it our purpose to set our fake plastic cock on our seat before we sit down for class

I remember a while ago when it seemed like every TV show would begin with a narrator explaining who they were, describing themselves to the audience as if they'd forgotten who they were since last week's episode. These always used to annoy me, but since I'm moving this story away from the disappointing, unexciting life that was already my established narrative and taking it into my own hands, I guess I'll take a crack at introducing myself. Just don't expect me to make this a regular thing, Okay?

My name is Abigail and my story starts not long after my twenty-fourth birthday. For the last six years I have been working at ‘Imagine This’. I started as a lowly secretary and now I'm a personal assistant and administrator to the big bosses at the company. Imagine This is the finest institution of architecture, interior design and bespoke construction within the city! The company was the brainchild of Mr Hobbs more than a dozen years ago. He is the CEO and a powerful man who has put his little architectural firm on the map.

I've had boyfriends and even a few girlfriends along my journey but right now I have my sights firmly set on progressing up the ladder. I'm sure pretty much everyone at Imagine This still sees me as some glorified secretary but I am so much more than that… and I'm going to show them. Relationships come and go but that's fine, I mean it isn't perfect, and I'm still figuring out the ins and outs, but, hey, if life were easy to sort through, it wouldn't be as fun, right?

If you wanted to fit me into some cliched movie clique, you'd definitely call me a goth; I like dark clothes and pale makeup, the macabre side of the arts, have my share of piercings and ink, and will absolutely bite back if you get up in my face. My boyfriend Ryan likes to call me a "goth princess", since he thinks my style goes toward a dark kind of glam sometimes, which is not untrue, I suppose. Oh yeah, I suppose I better introduce Ryan. We went to school together, neither of us really excelled at anything and he had the hots for his cousin Hayley (I know!). We all just ended up gravitating together and I must admit I didn't see the relationship, if you can call it a relationship, lasting pretty much a whole decade! That's something else I need to change. Ryan definitely isn't the one. I'm going places and he… just isn't, working at the local store and living with his parents.

Me? I'm just your average little white girl. People would definitely describe me as petite, I still have the body of a school girl, which is still annoying. Nobody ever took me seriously, with my dainty hands, my baby voice barely audible and nervous at the same time. But… I quickly noticed men always found me adorable and innocent - I'm definitely not that! But it would be true to say that I have learned to play to that stereotype. So I have become that stereotypical secretary they all see me as, with thickly rimmed glasses, heels to push me above five feet tall. My only concession from that office girl norm is my dyed hair, it's black obviously, but I put rainbow colours into it to suit whatever mood I am in. My sensible office outfits of white shirt and knee-length skirts give me some flexibility to accessorise. I wear little makeup, my skin is already so pale, but I do like to wear dark, smokey eye shadow and the blackest of mascara. I do still look like a teenager experimenting with my look more than a young woman. I wear clothing that enhances my tiny breasts and my pert bum to make it look like I have finished growing and filling out my less than curvaceous figure.

My breasts are unusual, that's for sure. I guess the best way to describe them would be 'tiny' and 'puffy'. At the base, each breast isn’t more than two inches in diameter, and they stick out from my chest maybe two inches. They do have a 'pear shape'; perfectly round at the base and then an inch up, but they appear conical, almost all nipple. That's their best attribute! I have exquisite looking pink nipples, immaculately and flawlessly formed, pointing straight out, away from my body. Obviously they draw eyes straight to my less than adequate chest… but at least people notice me. Mostly men… mature… married men. Which is no bad thing. There's just something about men who are old enough to be my father. Maybe it's their extra generation's worth of life experiences. Maybe it's their generosity and wealth? Perhaps it's their power that attracts me. The man I entice to my bed must be able to do something more for me than just satisfy my sexual needs. Maybe it's that they've almost certainly been through a number of failed relationships and have finally figured out how to treat a woman. Maybe it's that they've essentially settled down and no longer really play the field so they're more likely to be faithful and true and truly cherish the woman they love. Or maybe it's that they just like feeling young by taking a young woman like me -- someone who's barely more than a girl -- and showing her off to the world.

So, yeah, that's the short description of me. I'm not forgetting anything, right? Oh, yeah, there is one more big thing about me that's pretty relevant to all of what's to come: I'm also a complete and utter slut. I know, I know, it's not a very empowering word, but I'm repurposing it because I do kinda like the sound of it. People have used it to insult me ever since I became sexually active in my teens; I've decided to own it, instead.

Yeah, I like sex, a lot. No, I don't give a shit who judges me for it. I've fucked a lot of boys, and girls, because it is a lot of fucking fun. And I'm gonna do a whole lot more. Ryan and Hayley, they get me... and they have much the same affliction, some would say; he's a nerd gifted with a eight-inch cock and a prodigy-like understanding of sex who has been with seemingly every girl and woman back at school, and Hayley's this tiny, blonde whore who looks like the sweetest thing in the world while all dressed up in pink fluff, until you take her clothes off, and then she can and will fuck you senseless.

Ahhh... fuck, I love them. We're a peculiar fucking trio, goth, nerd, cheerleader, but it works well. Clothes on, we're amazing friends who like similar things and love each other intensely. Clothes off, well, the three of us can fuck like absolute maniacs. I'd been getting laid plenty before senior year, but with these two in my life, you can say I'm pretty fucking satisfied all the damn time.

It's been good spending time with these two, they've really brought a lot of joy and orgasms to my life now I'm in my twenties, but there is more to life than my boyfriend and girlfriend. I've got my own friends, my own adventures, my own journey that doesn't begin and end with my association with Ryan Collins and Hayley King. They are happy to be nobody, living life on the fringes, whereas I want to make something of my life. Be somebody. I want money. I want power. There will come a day when I leave Ryan and Hayley behind.

So, here I am, sharing my story. Ryan has his cousin and I've got this diary. I've tried diaries before, and the habit has never stuck, but maybe this time will be different. With all of that now out of the way, let's get down to some of the naughtiness I plan to get up to in order to achieve my goals. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

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I'm going to be honest: I never thought I'd be a fucking babysitter. I always thought I was too independent and out of touch with what it was like being a kid that I'd never have it in me to be around any of them, and, it's not like I got the look for the job either. I look like something you'd see on a poster where they'd try to warn kids this is what they'd look like if they didn't find Jesus. So, yeah, not your typical sweet girly babysitter by far.

Then, around Christmas last year, things got thrown for one hell of a loop. The men at the company were all looking for ways of treating their wives and I was running short of money… when I spotted an opportunity. So many hot Dads looking to hand out favours and me, the little office tramp, looking to move up the ranks and finally make some progress in my career. I decided to throw myself in and help out a little by watching their children. Playing games, putting movies on, being a bad influence, you know, standard shit.

And as it turned out... well, I was actually pretty good at it. I might not have had all the skills, but I could keep those little tykes in line long enough to let their parents get their lives in order so I made many friends, collected many favours and began to plot my career path. My colleagues told other like minded parents, they told their friends, and one thing led to another and by February, I actually had a handful of clients around town. Most of the kids were alright, even if some of them were spoiled brats, but it was the parents that made things interesting.

I know you've all heard horror stories of unreasonable parents making babysitters' lives a living hell, and while I might have interviewed with one or two like that, I never actually worked with them. I wasn't going to bust my beautiful ass putting up with that kind of shit, and so I put together a list of respectable clients I could work with. They may not have all been the nicest people, but they weren't assholes, and they paid well. The moms tended to be the hard ones to crack, while the dads… Well, dads were where the real fun started.

Now, I did dress up a bit more for interviews, but that didn't change the fact that I was still not the usual stereotype of a wholesome blonde babysitter you'd see running from a masked killer in an 80’s slasher. I'd still look like a tiny goth chick, with shiny black hair in a pixie cut, black lipstick, and dark clothing that did little to hide the tattoos on my neck and forearm. And, yeah, these clothes still couldn't hide the fact that I was pretty flat chested but I knew that the cut of my dress was ideal, carefully chosen to draw attention away from my small breasts and onto my best assets; my legs and behind. My round ass stood out in all the clothes I had, and I gotta say, it always got a reaction from the dads (and some of the moms, too, but that's another story). Most of them didn't even try to pretend they weren't leering at me, and for some of them, I'll admit that I did show off and tease them. Pretending that I was some sweet and innocent virgin to inflame their fantasies. Some of these dads were kind of cute, after all, and knowing that I had that kind of power over them was pretty fucking sweet. It helped me negotiate better terms, get some better tips, pull in favours at the company on my terms and with my power.

It felt fucking great, honestly, getting extra cash by taking advantage of these horny fathers... but my naughtier instincts wanted more than just that. You see, Ryan had already fucked around with some of our friends' moms and teachers, and while I'd fucked a lot of guys and girls around my age, I hadn't really worked my charms with any DILFs or MILFs of my own. It was all just a matter of finding the right guy at the right time and playing my cards correctly. I couldn't just give in to any leering dad, since I had standards to keep after all. I wanted him to be hot and I wanted him to be decent, not just because decent guys know how to treat you to a good time, but because a little corruption makes the victory that much sweeter.

So, this is how I decided to make my move on Mr. Andrew Hobbs, CEO of Imagine This.

To be sure, I wasn't the only girl at Imagine This who had their eyes set on our boss. He was in his late forties or early fifties, blonde, and at an athletic 6'2", he was a fucking attractive man, with a strong chin that held a perpetual stubble, icy blue eyes, and a smile that had most of the women in the company creaming their fucking panties. Though he wore professional button-up, long-sleeved shirts, I could tell he was muscular, and his jeans were tight enough that I knew he had a really nice ass. Probably a pretty big cock, too, but that was harder to confirm without closer inspection.

He was also a nice guy, still looking to build his business and still passionate about it, with some good analyses and more interesting assignments than the opposition. He was funny without trying too much, easy for all of us to talk to, and took criticisms and suggestions to heart rather than brushing us off like most of the other managers would. It was pretty obvious that all the girls in the office wanted to fuck him, and I knew of a few who had actually tried and failed. Since these girls were hot as fuck, I knew this had to be because he was actually a devoted husband to his high school sweetheart wife, Lauren, and a dedicated father to their five-year-old daughter, Thea. Although women were throwing themselves at him left, right and center, he didn't even glance in their direction, because that was just the kind of decent guy he was.

His commitment and loyalty to his family, despite the attention he was getting, was certainly noteworthy and something I'd probably never succeed at myself in a monogamous situation. Somehow, he managed, although not without some speed bumps. As the years dragged on, you could see he was losing his willpower a little at a time, looking at the exposed flesh of some sales rep or letting his eyes linger on some of his adoring female workforce for just a little longer than he ought to. It almost seemed like the next office slut to make a move would get to him, almost...

To get him to break with his morals, a girl would have to have an edge. So, remember my whole babysitting gig? Yeah, that was my edge.

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It was 7:30 at night, and as had often been the case lately, I was sitting cross-legged at the coffee table in the Hobbs house's living room, the TV on low as I worked my way through some logistic problems at work, making a note of who was in charge of this or that, just in case the information became useful. Thea, a great kid if there ever was one, was already in bed. When it came to bedtime, she wasn't a fighter, wasn't a fusser, and once you read her a story and she nodded off, not even a bomb going off above her bedroom would've woken her. This would be useful for my plan.

I had come here directly after work to greet Lauren Hobbs, in her scrubs and ready for a night shift at the hospital, and after all assurances that I had everything in order, I saw her out the door and tended to Thea. Normally I would have changed between work and babysitting, but today I had come still dressed as I had for the office. It wasn't the sluttiest outfit I had... but it was fun.

My long black coat covered up a matching tight black tank top that showed a lot of my limited cleavage and ripped jean short shorts that showed off the curves of my ass well. While dealing with Lauren and looking after Thea, I had kept the coat on, but I'd taken it off once Thea dozed off. Mr. Hobbs had already seen me in this outfit at work earlier, so he wouldn't think anything out of the ordinary, which was about right where I fucking wanted him.

I heard a key in a lock, then the front door opening as he stepped inside.

Jackpot.

"That you in there Abigail?" he called out, his voice smooth and friendly.

"I'm in the living room, Mr. Hobbs," I said, keeping my voice even to hide my enthusiasm.

This wasn't going to be something I could rush, no matter how wet with anticipation I already was.

"I'll be there in a second," he said, sounding tired but good-natured as he usually did after a long day at school.

No doubt he was going through the motions, taking off his shoes, dropping papers and his laptop off in his office. It took a lot of restraint not to give him everything I had here, showing up naked and jumping him... but patience. I needed to be patient, and so I was patient.

I heard him approaching. He said, "I wanted to thank you for sticking around as long as you have today; I had a meeting with Richard, your line manager, and it went on longer than I expected, I hope you don't..."

As he entered the room, his voice seemed to run out of energy as he looked down at me. I couldn't tell if his eyes were latched onto my big nipples jussting through my top, or on my exposed legs under my shorts... personally, I hoped he was looking at my ass. I loved my ass, and everyone with eyes loved my ass.

I don't know what he was looking at, but I was definitely giving him a good once over as I looked up at him. His jeans were nice and tight, and he'd undone a couple buttons on his long-sleeved work shirt. He was looking a little more tired than usual, and he hadn't shaved today, giving him that sexy stubble look around his stunned smile. Briefly, I darted my eyes down to the front of his pants. No erection that I could see, but, I'd fix that soon enough.

"Hey, Mr. Hobbs!" I said, my voice melodic and putting on one of those cute smiles I'd seen Hayley pull off so well that seemed to disarm the boys. I normally had a lot more edge to my voice than this, but if I was going to take him by surprise, I reasoned that a more innocent-seeming approach was the way to go.

It had been working so far.

I continued, "Thea's in bed, and I was just finishing up some work; I'll be ready to wrap up in a few minutes, if that's alright?"

He shook his head, no doubt trying to dissipate any bad thoughts he might have had. "Uh, thanks, Abigail… You're doing office work? I'll get your money. And the extra for the overtime you’ve put in."

"Thanks!" I replied, not taking my eyes off of him as he sorted through his wallet. I wondered what he would look like under all of those clothes, but was content that I would know soon.

He handed me the money, his smile tired. "Here... I know it's more than you and Lauren agreed on, but with all you've been doing for us lately, here and back at the office I'd say you earned it."

Quickly, I counted the money, and found he had understated how much he was overpaying me. I joked, "Wow, I should've negotiated with you instead of her!"

He laughed. "Yeah, she always tells me that I'm going to get taken advantage of one of these days, but I can't help being generous."

I was willing to put that to the test.

Taking a hint from how tired he sounded, I said, "Rough day, Mr. Hobbs?"

He laughed, slightly. "Not exactly rough... just missing Lauren since she's been putting in all those extra shifts at the hospital, and work... I guess you could say it's been like any other day since I started the business: too much to do and too little time to do it all. I think I'm going to have to hire some more staff. Some people at the office–"

He stopped, realising he was just about to divulge something that wasn't for my ears. Mr. Hobbs and I had developed a casual, conversational relationship ever since I started working for him and now with Mrs. Hobbs too. I knew I could get through this roadblock easily with the right amount of heavily applied charm.

"Awww, come on, who doesn't love a good little bit of gossip? I’m the queen of fucking gossip!" I said, and it was true. I knew everything about everyone at Imagine This. I was certain this was not only something I already knew but it was also probably old news! I found out everything first.

Putting his wallet away, he chuckled. "My wife better not hear you talking like that. Or Richard for that matter. He runs a tight office."

"Ah, sorry... does it bother you?" I asked, pretending to look down in embarrassment.

"No. You're on your own time, talk however the fuck you want," Mr. Hobbs replied, grinning. "Just be careful where you say what if you don't want to get into any trouble."

I dropped my mouth open in fake surprise. "Mr. Hobbs said a dirty word! Oh, my poor, innocent ears! You've sullied them, I'm never going to be the same again after this! Well, I'll keep that as our little secret."

"You better," he said, his eyes darting toward me again, then away, quickly.

Yeah, I think he was definitely looking at my tits this time.

"Just like you'd better keep that coat on whenever Lauren's around; if she saw you dressed like that, she'd think some bad things about you, and that I was a dirty old man for letting you walk around the house like that," Mr. Hobbs said, very strategically not looking at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Do you have a problem with how I dress?"

"No," he replied, his tone measured. "The work dress codes are bullshit and don't apply to my house, and besides, you're not at work; you should feel free to be comfortable... it's just you should be careful who you do it around so they don't get the wrong idea. Like Lauren, she..."

"She might get the wrong idea?" I suggested. "Why?"

He laughed. "It's just that I used to be a bit of a heartbreaker back in my day, and she gets a little protective. I think that's one of the reasons she went with you, you don't look like any of the girls who used to chase after me back then, but I think she worries that I might have the eye of a dirty old man. I don't, by the way."

I'd have to work on that, but this was all good to know.

"Noted," I said, nodding, before chuckling slightly. "And you're not a dirty old man. I mean, you're not even that old... what are you, fourty?"

"Yeah, we'll go with that answer," he laughed, before looking down at me.

Still sitting expectantly on the floor, I said, "So... eventually you were planning on sharing some gossip?"

Sitting down on the couch next to me, Mr. Hobbs sighed. "It's not the most exciting gossip, just administrative stuff, possible contracts, disciplinary matters..."

I could tell he wished he hadn't brought up that last point, so of course I had to jump on it. "Ooh, who's in trouble?"

Mr. Hobbs shook his head. "Pretend I didn't say anything."

"Oh no, you can't just start saying something and then ask for me to pretend you didn't, because I can't forget that now, and I'm gonna start poking some holes in that until you tell me exactly what's going on. Or, you know, die trying," I said, eying him appreciatively as he uncomfortably changed his position.

Not wanting him to be able to look away, I turned around and put my arms on the couch next to him, leaning down so my tits looked quite good in my tight top, pressed up against my arm. I'd already stashed my bra in my purse, so he was definitely getting a good view. The outlines of my nipples alone would drive most men mad... and I was assuming that, deep down, Mr. Hobbs was exactly like most men.

“Just some of the girls using social media to say and send inappropriate material... it's just stupid kid stuff really. I had to tell HR so we would be covered in case anything were to be misinterpreted, and hopefully no one's getting in any trouble," he said, trying to brush it off.

This was a good angle to attack from. Mocking shock, I said, "Mr. Hobbs! Have these girls been sexting you?"

"NO!" he declared, defensive. "Nothing like that; you're the only one at work who actually has my number. They just forget what they can and can't say about the business and the staff, especially on company time. It's stupid, harmless stuff. It's just..."

"It's just, what?" I asked.

Looking nervous, Mr. Hobbs licked his lips. "The office is full of young, talented individuals, but have you ever noticed something peculiar with your colleagues?"

"Define peculiar," I replied.

He sought out the best words to make his point, but I think that became a challenge when he was talking to a girl who wasn't his wife. "It's... is everyone here just a little... overexcited, sometimes? Particularly enthusiastic when it comes to... amorous affections? Especially you! The things I've heard…"

Oh, he's referencing my reputation! If he thought those words were going to beat around the bush with me, he was dead wrong. I grinned, this time a little more devilishly. "If you are asking me if I've had sexual relations with a co-worker… sure, everyone gets… horny once in a while?"

He looked like I slapped him when I used that word, but didn't deny anything. I was pressing his buttons, and it was time to start applying more pressure.

"I won't lie to you, it's pretty fucking intense around the office a lot of the time. We do live in a town of disproportionately beautiful, talented and excitable people, after all. No one knows why, though the popular theories are something being in the water, or a witch's curse. Or a witch cursing the water, who knows? Sometimes you just need to go with the flow and you can have a lot of fun. A modern day work environment is a whole lot easier when you do," I said, lowering my voice and dropping much of the perkiness from my words. I wanted this to seem casual, even normal to him, so it would find a way of worming its way into his brain.

Again, Mr. Hobbs shuffled around in his seat on the couch. It was a look I knew on guys well, and I was pretty fucking sure he was trying to hide an erection. He didn't want it, but there wasn't anything he could do about it, and it let me circle around for the attack.

"I'm too much of a professional. I don't think I would ever get used to the dramas you all seem to encounter daily. A one night stand must become uncomfortable if you have to work with that person the next day," he said.

"It's not that hard," I answered, quickly.

"For you, maybe, but I can't do it," Mr. Hobbs replied.

"Why?" I asked, inching closer to him.

"Because I just can't, alright?" he said, defensive, and almost scared. Not scared enough to kick me out, but I had him on the precipice of admitting some things he might not have wanted to admit.

"Why not?" I asked, losing more of the façade I'd put together with every passing word.

"Because I'm from a different generation. We do things differently. And I'm a married man," Mr. Hobbs replied, sliding a few inches away from me on the couch. "A happily married man, and if I'm going to have to be defending these young men and women all the fucking time while they cavort with one another without thinking about the consequences…  Lauren already suspects some young thing is going to come along and drag me into an affair. The sick thing is that she would probably forgive me! She overthinks everything and eventually… there will be a misunderstanding. Something bad could happen, and I don't want that. I love her. I love the life we've put together; I'm not going to throw that all away because... because some people at work think there's something in the water."

He said this with great passion and conviction, almost enough to sound absolutely certain of what he was doing. This was bullshit, of course. He was trying to convince himself, and he had somehow deluded himself into thinking that I was a sympathetic ear and not just another one of the other sluts at work who would gladly drop their panties for him.

I laughed, shaking my head slightly. "No offense, Mr. Hobbs, but I don't buy it."

If he'd been looking to me for sympathy, it looked like I'd slapped him again by turning it down. "Huh?"

"The whole goody-two-shoes act, how you wouldn't dare look at any of the office girls throwing themselves at you because you love your wife who works so hard you barely even see her anymore. I don't buy it. Oh, sure, you love your wife, I believe that, and that's cool because we all deserve someone to love, but deep down you're just another guy; throw enough time and affection his way, and he'll skip out on his principles to feast and fuck the night away without abandon because he's got needs," I said, all pretenses of kindness gone from my voice, “A man has needs. Even you.”

This seemed to surprise Mr. Hobbs more than anything else. "I am in charge! I've got everything to lose and nothing to gain. Being boss means I can't just fuck my–"

"Oh, please," I said, shaking my head again. "I can think of four line managers off the top of my head who've fucked one of their junior team members this year. They've all got girlfriend's, boyfriend's, husband's or wives and they did it anyway, because it's fun. You wouldn't have to throw anything away to do this, because you wouldn't have to get caught if you were smart about it. And on top of all that, I don't think anyone at work would think any less of you for having a little fun... and honestly, I think you want to."

"I don't," he said, trying to sound decisive and final but sounding thoroughly unsure of himself.

"I'm pretty sure you do," I said, confident and sliding ever closer to him.

He looked at me, almost frightened. "What... what makes you say that?"

"Simple," I said, dropping any semblance of an act and giving him my normal, darker tone of voice. "Because you haven't been able to take your eyes off my tits since you walked into the room."

Mr. Hobbs's eyes went wide, and I could see him looking around, fearful. "I don't know what you're talking about–"

"I do," I said, standing up and looking down at him on the couch. "I'm saying you haven't been able to take your eyes off of your 25-year-old personal assistant's little perky tits. It's okay, it's customary for a boss to fantasise about their secretary.”

He gulped, looking as un-confident as I had ever seen him as I had him against the ropes. "I... I... I..."

"You should let me do the talking, is what you should do," I said, enjoying the sight of him closing his mouth. "That's better. See, isn't that a lot better?"

I stepped in front of him, and though his eyes followed me for a moment, soon he was looking off to the side, ashamed.

"I shouldn't have looked... I'm sorry... it was wrong, I was weak, weak and stupid, and Lauren's been working so much lately and we haven't had the chance to be intimate in so long, and these women are acting so inappropriately. I need to be better than this. I'm sorry, Abigail. I shouldn't have, it was wrong, and I am sorry... I'm so sorry, please forgive me..." he said, dropping his head to his hands in shame.

I don't know what he was expecting from me, but laughter probably wasn't it.

Mr. Hobbs looked up at me, confused. "What? Why?"

I grinned down at him. "You seem to think I have a problem with you looking at my tits. I just wanted to let you know, I don't. I’ve wanted you to notice me for years. I like you looking at me and even these little things. I want you to see me for who I am and was just waiting for you to come to your senses. It felt really, really good having you stare at my tits..."

I squeezed them through my top, pinching my prominent nipples through the thin fabric.

"...my tits are small but my nipples are really big, and I'm really fucking proud of them!" I declared, before spinning around and showing him my ass through my tight shorts. "Of course, I'm even prouder of my ass, but it's pretty obvious why, isn't it? I've got a pretty epic fucking ass, every guy and girl I've asked has said so. This is a pretty unforgettable ass, wouldn't you say?"

Before he could say anything, I reached back and spanked one of my cheeks through my shorts, before spinning around to face him again. Mr. Hobbs looked white as a sheet, but I could see a flush of red filling his face. Maybe it was lust, maybe it was anger, but it was something I could work with.

"Abigail... I think you've got the wrong idea," Mr. Hobbs said, his voice shaky even though he'd regained a lot of his strength.

"No, I don't," I said, firmly, approaching him until my legs were pressed against his on the couch. "You've been staring at my tits all night, just like you've snuck glances at my tits and the tits of all the other women in the office who've been trying to get in your pants, because... well, you're the boss. You’re the richest, most powerful man they know and I think deep down, you are as dirty as hell."

I leaned over slightly, smiling proudly. "Lucky for you, I'm a dirty little slut, and if you wanted to see my tits, all you had to do was ask."

I wasn't going to give him the chance to ask, because he would probably have tried to come up with some argument that would keep the inevitable at bay longer. I couldn't have that, not when I was so horny, right now... so I acted. I reached down for the hem of my tank top and pulled it up and over my head, leaving myself topless in front of Mr. Hobbs.

"Abigail!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening as he took me in. "I, ummm..."

If his eyes had a hard time leaving my tits before, they were glued to them now. I couldn't blame him; I had nice tits. They were tiny but firm, with nice, thick, pink nipples that were very sensitive when you treated them right. I inhaled, inflating my flat chest and flexed my shoulder backwards to press my little tits forward. If I didn’t my small breasts would melt into my chest. If it wasn’t for my puffy, thick cylindrical nipples that jutted up and out of my conical boobs, I might not have impressed him at all. But my ruby tips stiffened noticeably under his appraising gaze. Though he struggled to fight it, Mr. Hobbs simply continued to stare.

"Pretty great, huh?" I said, reaching up to pinch my nipples and moaning. "I like it when I do it... but it's a lot more fun when somebody else plays with my tits. Do you want to feel them, Sir?"

As if a fog cleared, he said, "Abigail, I-"

"Would you like suck on my puffy nipples?" I interrupted.

"I can't-"

"Do you want to fuck me, Andrew?" I suggested, smiling devilishly.

Mr. Hobbs was silenced by that phrasing, and he looked up at me with a curious look in his eyes. There was a distinct flash of fear and intimidation to how he looked at me, but there was also a certain darkness. I could work with that kind of darkness.

"This is wrong," he said, still fighting that internal battle, but his will breaking with every moment.

"Duh. That's what makes it so much fun!" I said, approaching him and quickly climbing over him. I straddled his lap, sitting down on what felt like a thick fucking cock, and ground against it.

Oh yes, this was going to be lots of fun.

My tits were only a few inches away from his face, and I had him nearly hypnotized.

"You can kiss them if you want... squeeze them... squeeze them real hard... I don't know how your wife likes it, but this little slut likes it rough, and hard, and I think you can deliver... because I know you think you're a nice guy, and you've tried to be a nice guy, but I can sense a beast in you just waiting to be let out... so why don't you let him? Live for the joy that beast will bring you as you sling this thick cock around work... all the girls will thank you... they'll all be happy to do so much more than thank you... just give in. You've already got a topless slut sitting on your lap... why not just lean forward and start sucking on my tits? I want it... I want it so bad, Andrew..." I groaned, grinding on his lap.

I could see the struggle within him, but it was a losing battle. He was a big, strong guy, and if he wanted to get rid of me, he could have. He could have tossed me off of him so easily, but instead he was letting me grind up against his lap, and he began to grind against me. I don't know if it was something he was conscious of, or if it was simply instinct that came when he had such a hot bitch on top of him, but he was breaking. I looked down at him, and it was as if a shadow passed over his face. The good Mr. Hobbs was no longer in the building, and all I saw was a hungry, angry man.

"Don't call me Andrew, you little bitch!" he groaned, licking his lips as he eyed my nipples.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir,” I put on my best doting secretary performance, “Will Mr Hobbs need to discipline me too?”

“Just… shut up… slut!”

"Guilty as charged," I said, leaning into his face.

Mr. Hobbs's open mouth caught my nipple, and without any hesitation whatsoever, he began to lick and suck. Fuck, he was good... my body lit up with a dark pleasure as it had taken hardly any serious effort to bring him down to my level. I wasn't sure he'd even seen a pair of naked tits other than his wife's in god only knew how long, and he took to me like a starving man takes to his first meal in a long time. I moaned, rocking against him as he continued to feast, then reached down and grabbed his hands, planting them on my ass. He squeezed me without question or concern, roughly groping my ass as I ground against him.

"That's it, Mr. Hobbs, suck my tits... suck your secretary's tits... suck your my little tities…just like that, oh fuck, fuck, that feels good, yes..." I said, pulling my tit from his mouth and thrusting the other nipple into his lips. "Try this one, mmmm just like that... god yes... fuck! I knew you would be this good... I knew you were going to be worth it. You have so much potential waiting to be unleashed..."

"Why..." he grunted, suckling at my nipple hard enough to ensure my panties would stay soaked for a while. "Why'd you do this... I was so good... and now you made me a monster..."

"Don't worry about that, just keep squeezing my ass and sucking my nipples... yes, like that... keep doing that and don't you worry about a thing... you've had a long day after all, and I'd love to take care of you..." I moaned, reaching down to unbutton his shirt.

As soon as I reached the bottom of his shirt, I pulled it open, then pushed away so I could get a look at his muscular chest and abs. Now, I've never been one to hunger for the really muscular guys (as my never-ending lust for Ryan might back up), but on some of them, the look worked.

Mr. Hobbs was one of those guys the look totally worked on, as Hayley would say. 

"I love little titties… always have… and yours are exceptionally amazing. You don't know how often I wanted to suck your entire boob into my mouth... like this… and then do this..." His tongue then swirled and madly lashed my nipples, and I was delighted when my fleshy tips grew long, thick and hard in his mouth. His lips latched on to and tugged my rubbery cylinders from my heaving chest, released them, and did it all over again.

"Ooh, Mr Hobbs, my boobs are so sensitive… ooh, how I love it when you suck my nipples hard… and pull them from my chest… so deliciously painful… god, how I love it! Ooh, yeah, nip my nippies lightly with your teeth. Ooh, yeah, you're making me so wet."

I ran my fingers lightly down his chest and abs, shivering with anticipation as I reached lower. While I wouldn't have wanted him to stop playing with my tits anytime soon, I needed to see what he was packing.

"I have to see this cock..." I said, licking my lips and climbing off of him, dropping down between his legs.

This seemed to bring him back to some sense of reality, and whatever decency remained inside of him struggled to raise its voice. "Abigail... I don't think that's a very good idea, we've... we've already done too much, I should stop this... stop this here and never say anything, I..."

I knew this was a possibility, but this was why I was keeping some of my bigger weapons in reserve.

"Look, Mr. Hobbs, don't jump to any conclusions until you've got a better picture of what's going on, alright?" I said, turning around and reaching to undo the buttons on my shorts.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure he was watching as I dropped my shorts to the floor, revealing my panty-clad ass.

It had the desired effect.

Now, I didn't wear my sluttiest underwear to work today for practical reasons, but I didn't need them to get this kind of reaction. I had an amazing ass, thick and round and so much fun. I bent over slightly, jutting it out at him, making sure he was properly mesmerized.

"This is my ass," I said, keeping my tone playful but seductive. "It might be my favourite thing about my body... it's kind of perfect, don't you think? I know it's a rounder, more impressive ass than you're probably used to, but I want you to know that you're going to get nice and familiar with it very soon."

For emphasis, I smacked my ass hard, before I turned around to face him. The impact was hard enough, and loud enough, that it would have sent most girls running in pain, but I was so used to this that I could turn toward him with a proud smile.

"So, weren't you going to say something?" I asked, smiling down at him and giving him a look at the barely-there front of my panties. They were already quite clearly soaked through, and tight enough to conform to my pussy lips.

"I was...?" he said, before shaking his head and looking at me with that darkened beast face again. Dropping his voice to a growl, he answered, "No... no, I wasn't."

"Good answer," I said, smirking and dropping down to my knees in front of him.

I crawled over to Mr. Hobbs and gripped his legs, parting them so I could get nice and close. His bulge didn't show too clearly through his jeans, but it was prominent enough that I quivered in anticipation.

"I bet you've got a really big fucking cock," I said, grunting as I tugged at undoing his belt, then opening up his pants. "I can tell... we're going to have a lot of fun together..."

I pulled the front of his pants open, and obligingly, Mr. Hobbs then arched his back just enough for me to pull his pants down. He wore a tight pair of briefs, all the tighter for how his huge erection tented the front of them. My mouth was watering. Come to think of it, that wasn't the only part of me that was getting pretty fucking wet at this point. I really had hit the jackpot here, and we hadn't even really gotten started yet.

With him still arching his back slightly, I tugged at his underwear, pulling them down around his knees, and freeing his forbidden penis.

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed as I took it in, my mouth dropping open in surprise.

At about six and a half inches, his cock wasn't as long as Ryan's, but it sure looked like it was a lot thicker. I definitely couldn't get my hand around it, and the purple head, already quite excited and looking even thicker than the shaft... fuck, that was going to feel good inside of me... and his balls, his big, round balls, no doubt full of cum backed up from never getting it on with his wife, just ready and waiting to be unleashed inside of some tight little slut... yeah, I'd come here looking for my own fun, but it looked like he needed me just as much as I wanted him.

Mr. Hobbs looked down at me, and whatever reservations he might have had, the sheer image of a topless, tiny-titted, goth slut kneeling between his legs and looking so very impressed, it gave him a dark grin.

"Thanks," he growled.

I wet my black lipstick-coated lips in anticipation, then reached out to wrap one of my hands around the base of his cock. It was warm and firm in my hand, and as I'd predicted, I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. Mr. Hobbs eyed me with a little worry, almost as if he was afraid that the size of his cock might just scare me away.

I chose to calm him in the best way I knew how: by leaning in, and inhaling as much of his cock as I could in one go. This was easier said than done, as his thick shaft stretched even my talented lips to the limit. I rubbed my tongue along the bottom side of his cock as best I could, but it was a true challenge as his cock hit the back of my throat and was still only a little more than halfway gone. I could do better than this; Ryan wasn't much bigger than Mr. Hobbs, and I'd gotten really good at deepthroating him. I wanted to impress Mr. Hobbs, and though it was challenging, I wasn't going to let him down. I relaxed my throat and pressed forward, fighting back my gag reflex as I let his wide cockhead into my throat, then slowly forced the last of his cock into my mouth, until my nose was buried in his pubes.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide as he took in the pleasure. "I've... fuck... no girl's ever been able to do that for me... oh shit, Abby!"

I pulled myself off of his cock, coughing wetly as strands of drool fell down to my tits. I could still taste his salty, masculine taste on my lips... and I liked it. It brought out a heat deep inside of me that needed to be fed, and I wasn't going to be satisfied until I'd done some very dirty things.

"Yeah?" I asked, grabbing hold of his cockhead in both hands, massaging the tip with my thumbs and stimulating more precum out. "Have you never had a girl suck all your cock down at once? Sexy Mrs. Hobbs needs to do better for her husband. Lauren doesn't suck you off?”

"No..." he groaned, dropping his head back as I continued gently massaging his cockhead. "She used to try... but she gave up years ago, it was just too big..."

"She just wasn't slutty enough," I said, proudly kissing the head. "Lucky for you, I am."

I sucked the head into my mouth gently, holding it softly between my lips as I ran my tongue in swift, small circles over the head. I lapped up his precum, understanding his musky taste, feeling the warmth spreading through my body as I continued to pleasure this impressive specimen of a man. I'd been with a lot of guys before, but I'd never been with someone of Andrew's age and experience. This was going to be something I'd want to remember, and I wasn't going to rush it.

I began giving him a real blowjob at this point, no longer trying to prove anything, but now focused on making him feel good. I would suck about half of his cock into my mouth with each bob, using my hand to stroke the rest, and creating a decent pace that had him moaning and lightly thrusting into my face with each bounce. He ran a hand through my hair, not exactly grabbing on to fuck my face, but clearly wanting to. I'd have to help him kick that instinct in time so he could continue unleashing the beast on me.

For now, though, I looked up into his eyes, sucking and fucking his cock with my mouth and hand, while running my free hand up his abs so I could grope his muscles at my leisure. I was content to get lost in the moment of this blowjob; it always gave me such a feeling of power when I was with a guy, that they trusted me to do this, while I was in complete control of their pleasure. I knew a lot of girls who didn't like blowing guys simply because they thought it made them powerless, but I just wanted to tell them that they weren't doing it right. Or they were with the wrong guy, but that was a different problem. Oral sex was a game changer for me in my teens.

It couldn't have been long before I felt his cock begin to swell. This was no surprise, really, if he had gone without as long as he claimed. He was moaning and shivering, his lips quivering with words that he wanted to say but was thoroughly unable to. It would have been so easy to get him off now, swallow his load and have him spray some on my face and tits for good measure... guys loved that image...

But I didn't want him relaxed yet. I needed him geared up and hungry.

I needed the beast.

I slowed. I stopped. I pulled my mouth off his cock, and kept it aimed toward my lips.

Mr. Hobbs whined like a wounded animal, looking down at me with the greatest desperation. "Please... god, I'm so close... please let me cum."

This was whiny. I didn't need whiny. I shook my head quietly, smiling mischievously.

His wounded face flashed with rage, and with his voice dropping to a dark growl, he said, "Fucking slut..." That was better.

I grinned and stood before him. "Look, Mr. Hobbs, I'm going to level with you. This was never going to end like this, with me blowing you and you regaining your sanity and kicking me out... I know you might have thought it would go that way, and if I'd finished, maybe it even would have, but it's not. No, this night's going to end one way, and one way only..."

Looking down at this beast, so primed and ready for debauchery, his muscles tensed, his face flush, and his cock fit to bursting, I felt like a queen on top of the world. I had won, and this was my prize...

"...we're going to fuck..." I said, turning away from him and making sure he got a marvelous view of my ass. I smiled, took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I looped my thumbs into the waistband. I bent over, and pulled them down to the middle of my thighs.

"Abby… we can't… my daughter is upstairs," Mr. Hobbs advised, breathing heavily.

"Yes we can, Sir, she's fast asleep and wouldn't wake if I started screaming," I replied, her hands trembling a bit as she positioned her panties and spread apart my legs, making it easier for Mr. Hobbs to see my cunnie, which would now be completely exposed.

I stood back up straight, my panties tangled around her ankles, my young feminine cunt entirely and fully exposed. And Mr. Hobbs could not help but smile as it came into view. There was just this little pale white mound separated by a gentle crevice. I truly believed I had one of the cutest, daintiest, petite pussies in town. "Very, very pretty, Abby."

"Thank you, Mr. Hobbs," I quietly responded, noting he was calling me Abby now. I looked back over my shoulder. What if Thea did wake up? what if his five-year-old daughter just walked in on us… I wouldn't feel any shame.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Abby?"

"No really Sir, not right now, Mr Hobbs." I answered his questions but avoided eye contact.

"Really? What about Ryan, you talk about him all the time?”

“We have an open relationship. And anyway, he's seeing Hayley… his cousin.”

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. That's a shame.”

As I walked away, I stepped out of my panties and turned back to face him, making sure he could see my shaved pussy.

"...I'll be in your bedroom, in your marital bed. You better not keep me fucking waiting," I warned, chuckling darkly as I strolled past his daughters bedroom toward the room he shared with his wife. 

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He didn't keep me waiting. I had stepped inside of the Hobbs' master bedroom, got a quick glimpse around at walls that were nearly covered in family photos, a couple pieces of exercise equipment in one corner, and a big, clean, king-sized bed in the center of the room. I smirked, knowing that it wouldn't stay clean for long. I'd barely had a few seconds to take this in when I felt that presence behind me. The beast I had unleashed.

I turned around to face him, seeing Mr. Hobbs completely naked and with a dark look on his face. There was no hint of the civilized man in his eyes anymore, just a brutal fire that sought to be quenched in the most primal manner possible. His muscles gleamed in the moonlight pouring through the bedroom window, his cock still standing firm and in desperate need of release. The man looked like absolute, naked perfection. I opened my full lips to take in a soft gasp of air. He closed the door behind him.

We closed the distance between us, and soon we began to feast. His mouth was on mine in a flash, our tongues and lips battling for supremacy as we furiously made out. For a guy who hadn't kissed a woman other than his wife for more than a couple of decades, I had to say, he took to it easily. There was no hesitation, seemingly no guilt, only boundless hunger for his animal urges. I'll admit, it was pretty fucking cool to know that I could have that kind of effect on a guy.

Our hands were all over each other's bodies, with him groping my ass and tits, while I took every chance I could to take in his muscles. I wanted to be familiar with every inch of him, because I knew that I'd be stealing as much pleasure from this man as I could. Soon, my hands had found his cock again, and I started jacking him, making sure to keep him ready.

Apparently, I wasn't to be outdone on this, as soon Mr. Hobbs had one of his hands between my legs.

"Oh Andrew..." I moaned softly as his deft fingers began exploring my soaking wet folds, pleasure coursing through my body as he expertly manipulated my cunt.

My legs nearly turned to jelly and my nipples to diamonds as his fingers found my clit, and by this point, I couldn't hold back my moans anymore. This was going to be loud, and we were going to be making a real fucking mess of things.

As Hayley would say, 'Goodie.'

Through my moans and our kisses, I said, "For such a good guy, you're pretty fucking good at this..."

"Shut up..." he replied, kissing me again passionately. "Fuck you... shut up... slut..."

"You don't want me shutting up, though, do you?" I said, gripping his cock in both hands and running my thumbs over the head. "You want to make me fucking scream, don't you? You want me to be your little bitch, your fucking cumslut who's just going to milk your cock again and again while you feast on my hot fucking body, don't you?"

His face flashing with anger, he pressed two fingers into my vagina, then roughly curled them inside. If it wasn't for his other arm wrapped around me, I would have definitely fallen to the floor at this point, as my body suddenly lit up with a beautiful kind of power that made me weak in the knees. My pussy quivered and my body tensed as juices flooded out and coated his fingers.

Grinning up at him, I pushed him away and pulled his fingers out of me. Breathing heavily, I said, "That wasn't... fuck... that wasn't a no."

Mr. Hobbs licked his lips. "No. It wasn't."

"Good," I said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to the bed, “Let's fuck.”

The darkened room was only lit by the glow of the moonlight coming in through the window, but it was bright enough to light the way. I turned him around at the bed and pushed him toward it, until it caught on the backs of his knees and he fell onto his back. We both laughed at this, slightly, as he rotated so his head was on the pillows, while I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and pressing my little tits against his chest. I could feel both of our heartbeats, both of them quick, our breathing ragged as our quivering bodies met each other. My thigh pinned his cock between the two of us at this angle, but I could feel it throbbing against me. My pussy was positively dripping onto him at this point, as I could feel his precum as he ground up against my belly. I kissed Mr. Hobbs, long and hard, rubbing up against him in anticipation. There was never a moment quite like the first time you got to take in a guy's cock, and from this angle, I knew I would have the best seat in the house to watch the show. Well, to watch the show, and to feel my boss's thick cock filling my needy cunt.

Pushing myself up onto my hands, I looked down at my hungry, soon-to-be-lover, and smiled down at him. "You know, we could stop this now if you wanted. You didn't want this a short while ago... and we can stop. Right now. You're my boss. You're married. This is your chance Mr Hobbs… We don't have to do this, there's nothing making us do this... nothing except how much you want my hot, tight, fucking luscious tattooed body..."

I ground up against his cock, spreading his precum around. At my words, Mr. Hobbs looked up at me with that frightened, needy look again, suddenly filled with a terror that I might not fulfill him and do what he needed.

"You wanted to be a good guy before... you wanted me to stop... so tell me what you really want, Mr Hobbs. Do you want me to stop now?" I taunted him.

"Please..." he groaned, pushing up against me.

"Please, what?" I asked.

"Please... I need to cum... I need... I want to fuck you so bad..." Mr. Hobbs moaned, the beast flashing in his eyes again as he reached up and squeezed my conical little tits.

Smiling in victory, I propped myself up on my knees and reached between my legs. I grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed it up against my pussy lips. The contact made me shiver with anticipation of what was to come, and I moaned softly.

"You fucking got it, Mr. Hobbs," I said, settling my weight down on his cock.

Now, I've been with a lot of guys, a lot of big guys even, but every time there's a little bit of hesitation, a question, a worry that he might not fit; with a pussy as tight as mine, that's just natural. So I wouldn't let the worry show on my face as I began to drop down onto Mr. Hobbs's cock.

My breath caught in my chest as I slowly descended until the large shiny head of his cock was pressed between my puffy pussy lips. Tiny movements rubbed the tip of his shaft against my clit and I moaned with frustration and desperate desire for my big strong, completely out of bounds boss. I realigned his hot thick cock with my vagina and slid downward for him to penetrate me, his off limits gasping personal assistant, deeply. I grit my teeth and I relaxed my muscles as best as I could, willing it to work, willing it to fit as I felt his massive cockhead start to spread my outer lips a little at a time. I rocked my hips, holding firm and pressing downward.

And then, seemingly all at once, the head popped inside of me. My eyes flew open. His eyes flew open. I might have said something, if he hadn't beaten me to the punch.

"Oh Abby, oh my God... OH, FUCK!" Mr. Hobbs cried out as his cockhead was now lodged firmly in my cunt.

Slowly but without pausing I slid myself down his erection until the whole length of his organ was buried in my hot pussy, with my pink and swollen outer lips forced wide open and my tight little hole stretched obscenely around the base of his veiny shaft. I knew as I sank onto Andrew, that he was forcing his penis up through the first woman, other than his wife, that he had fucked in years. I smiled as I claimed his manhood, paused there, letting him enjoy the erotic view and the physical sensations of his tiny new female lover splayed open and stuffed full in front of him, his cock in her young pussy as she groaned with pleasure at being taken like this.

“Oh Abby…” Andrew moaned, lost in the feelings of our illicit sex.

After a delicious pause, he felt me slowly withdraw my pussy from his cock and the veins and ridges of his shaft massaged my inner walls. Just as I was about to whimper at the sudden empty feeling, I reversed the motion and sank him back into my vaginal canal, which rippled around his shaft. I played with his chest hair, toying with his nipples as I sank my hot box around his married shaft and there was no let-up as I accelerated his acquisition of my tight young pussy. 

Through gritted teeth, I grunted, "Yeah... that's some pretty fucking sweet cunt, isn't it? Never had a pussy that tight before, have you?"

"Never," he moaned, looking down with some surprise that he managed to fit inside of me.

"Good..." I groaned, forcing more of him inside of me. "Andrew, fuck this is good, it's a shame you've not fed this cock in such a long time..."

His cock was every bit as deliciously thick as I had hoped, stretching me in ways that pushed me to my limit. Not painful, mind... but with the pleasure coursing through my body as I got used to his girth, I might not be useful to him for much longer. I couldn't have that, right?

Slowly, I forced more of him inside of me, moaning with every successive inch as I took more and more from him. I looked down at him, watching with great joy as his face contorted with a pleasure he had never known possible and loving every second of this experience. There was a distinct feeling of power from this position on top of him, knowing that I had both of our pleasures completely under my control... I fucking loved it.

Almost as much as I loved his cock, actually, because by the time I sat down, fully impaled on top of him, I was on the borderline of losing it. His cock was stretching my pussy so perfectly, leaving me absolutely filled and feeling like my body had become one great nerve ending suited only for receiving pleasure. Mr Hobbs now held me tightly as I began to gently rise and fall upon him, withdrawing him from me almost completely before sliding down again, over and over, our sweaty skin making quiet noises as we rubbed together.

At its deepest point of penetration, Andrew's penis completely filled and stretched my young vagina and nudged against my cervix at the end. I had had boyfriends before  but, as I looked down with him fully embedded in me, I counted myself very lucky to have found a man with such a large and satisfying member. 

Our copulation was quietly happening in the bed he shared with his wife. I felt empowered, far more than during any other act of fornication I had committed with anyone else. With one hand I reached forwards to stroke Andrew's face and feel his soft curly hair as he continued to make me his own in the most natural and primal way. My movements were getting much faster and there was a growing urge deep in my belly as my Boss's veiny organ rubbed against the moist walls of my pussy. It felt so right to be in his marital bed, in his large house, I even liked his daughter. Thea is such a lovely name… Perhaps I'd make a good step mother? I smiled down at him as I began to plan for my future as I took possession of his body, and my arousal was dribbling down from our intertwined genitalia to moisten Mr Hobb's testicles and my squeezable little arse cheeks. These thoughts alone began a cascade of pleasure within me.

"Oh Mr Hobbs… fill me… cum with me..." I whimpered, reaching down between my legs and touching my clit.

I ran my fingers over it in tight little circles, squeezing my clit gently as I tried to push myself over the edge. This didn't take very long, as soon my pussy muscles contracted, my body was shaking, and I was cumming all over Mr. Hobbs's cock. He looked up at me, surprised as I gushed all over him, but I doubted that he had any complaints that I was cumming on him so quickly. I was so fucking horny going into this, that this felt necessary to get the most out of the experience; I was just glad that Mr. Hobbs didn't erupt then and there.

It was a good, hard fucking cum, and by the time it was over, I felt like I might well collapse on him. It took the pressure of his cock reminding me of where we were to shake me of that notion, followed by the sight of this gorgeous man beneath me, completely at my mercy.

Looking down at my juices splashed all over his groin and stomach, Mr. Hobbs asked me, "Do... do you always cum like that?"

"Sometimes," I admitted, my voice still shaky. "Only with really big cocks and men I am really attracted to."

I thought that would help boost his ego, and I was right. He grinned up at me wolfishly, running his hands up to grab my tiny tits. He squeezed them, a little roughly, pinching my nipples and making me groan. I smirked down at him, proud of this beast I had unleashed inside my married teacher and waiting to see what I might be able to bring out of him next.

"Now, where were we...?" I purred as I began to ride his cock.

With some guys, I would start riding slow, building up to something big and impressive, but since I was trying to show Mr. Hobbs what he'd been missing not screwing around with all us sluts at Imagine This, I quickly built up a rapid pace. I bounced up and down on his cock with a wild fury, watching his face contort with pleasure and surprise as I aggressively fucked him.

"Holy fuck, holy... so fucking hard..." he moaned. "You're amazing, Abby... this is... the best!"

"Yeah?" I grunted, slapping my hands over his to make sure he kept hold of my tits. "You fucking like that? You never get fucked like this, do you?"

"No," he moaned, his eyes rolling back briefly, before slamming open and taking in my hot body.

It was taking everything I had to keep my head about me while I rode him, for the delicious way his cock pistoned in and out of my pussy did make it particularly difficult to focus, but this was not a moment I could allow myself to forget. I kept looking down at him as I rode Mr. Hobbs, making sure that this would not be forgotten, and that I would leave an impression that would change the way he handled things at work from this point forward. He was going to owe me. I was going to own him.

"You don't know how many girls in the office walk around with their panties soaking wet because of you, Mr. Hobbs," I groaned, letting his hands drop and placing them on my ass. This let me drop down on top of him, rolling my hips as I still furiously fucked him, while also letting me make out with him with the fire that such an illicit fuck demanded.

"Every day I hear the girls talking about how hot you are... the fucking things they'd do to you... fucked up things... unimaginable things... unimaginably hot things... these bitches are creative sluts... they even got a bet running around about who's gonna fuck you first... I don't think any of them ever would've thought I'd be the one to fuck you," I laughed, rapidly fucking my pussy onto his cock.

Mr. Hobbs growled up at me angrily, groping my ass roughly as he fucked me harder. "So that's all it is? Some kind of bet? Some kind of game? That's all? You fucking make me throw everything away just because you want to win some bet against those other little sluts at work?"

Angry as he sounded, he couldn't deny that his cock felt harder than ever and our procreation felt completely justified and righteous.

I laughed, fucking him hard. "No, I'd have done this anyway... but showing them up is fun too. Face it, Mr. Hobbs, you're hot, and you've got a lot of hot bitches wanting to fuck you... why stress about what they try to do, when you can just give in and have this kind of fun all the fucking time... isn't this so much better than worrying?"

He thought about this, kissing my neck before saying, "I'm still going to worry... but worrying and getting ass like this... that might be better."

"Ha!" I said, sitting back up on his cock and giving him the best view of what was going down as I felt another orgasm building deep inside of me. "That's what I fucking wanted to hear! You and me... we're just getting started here, and all those other women... fuck, there's some prime ass out there just waiting for you... wait for it, Mr. Hobbs, you're about to become so fucking popular."

"And it'll all be your fault..." he grunted, fucking up into me in time with my bounces, his cock swelling with a need for release.

"You're damn right," I groaned, reaching down to play with my clit again, wanting to time this right.

After this glorious sex with Mr Hobbs I was going to have to get not just the morning after pill but also to get myself back on the contraceptive pill. It felt so naughty knowing that I was going to be getting contraception so I could have sex with my boss and let him cum deep inside me. At the same time, however, I knew I didn’t want to get found out. Not only was it against company policy but he was apparently also happily married.

"Abby… I'm gonna cum..." he warned, “no condoms!”

"I know," I said, slowing my pace slightly to make sure I would get where I needed to be, when I needed to be there. "Just a little longer..."

"Let me pull out! I need–"

"I know, almost there..."

"Where?" he gasped, looking up at me, suddenly quite worried.

Looking down at him smugly and not giving any indication I'd be willing to move off his cock, I said, "Where do you fucking think?"

His eyes widened as he processed fucking me bare, and for a brief moment I thought he might stop and wimp out. Instead of this, though, his hands soon tightened on my ass, and Mr. Hobbs began to fuck up into me even harder. I liked his enthusiasm, and responded in kind, rocking my hips at just that perfect angle, just that perfect speed to get us to where we both needed to be. I came first, the pleasure slamming into my body so hard you might have thought I was hit by a car the way I jolted. The sensations spread from my core and exploded outward, putting me in a euphoric state that had me floating through my screams as I came once again on his cock.

Mr. Hobbs followed quickly, grabbing my ass hard and holding me down as he buried deep inside of me. With him so deep and me perfectly seated, I could feel wild pulses through all six and a half inches of hard flesh inside me, which I knew meant he was about to bust. He roared loudly as he reached his climax, and I was pleasantly surprised that I could actually feel his semen pumping into me, warm and wet and powerful. The knowledge that he was trying to plan his seed inside me, as deep as humanly possible, reignited my own orgasm. My walls clenched around him, drawing out every last drop from him, while my hungry womb contracted to take in his sperm. I could feel the warmth spreading to fill my deepest recesses as he filled me to the brim, leaving both of us positively dirty. Procreation at its best. I collapsed on top of him, shivering and quaking and holding him close. Mr. Hobbs wrapped his arms around me, basking in the afterglow as we slowly made out.

"That... that was fucking amazing, Abigail. Just... wow..." he groaned, looking up at me with starry eyes. "You were... I never would have thought... it seemed impossible, I couldn't be that guy..."

"But you are that guy," I said, kissing him. "And you're gonna keep being that guy, and you're going to love it, and I'm going to love it, and all those other sluts at work… they have no idea what they are missing."

He sighed, then smiled. "There are really that many?"

I laughed. "More than you think. It's pretty fucking intense."

"It's... well, it's something..." he said, running his finger tips down my back. "I’ve just cheated on my wife. I don't know if I'm ready for this."

"You will be. Give it time. I want us to keep secretly fucking until you're ready. You know me, I'm not going to use you. I've supported you all these years. So use me, Mr Hobbs? Make it harder, nastier, and hotter each time, whatever it fucking takes. Ease your sexual frustrations on little old me, those other office sluts could be dangerous… " I said, groaning as his softened cock finally fell out of my pussy.

"I respect you Abigail. I know you and you’ve put forward a compelling argument," he said, laughing softly and running a hand down to grab my ass, “but next time, we're using condoms.”

“If you choose me that won't be necessary, I'll go on the pill for you, Andrew.”

“Don't call me Andrew!” he hissed, the pain of his infidelity still burning inside him no doubt, “if we ever do this again I'm going to be protected.”

I sighed, contentedly, not leaving my spot and finding myself quite happy with how this had all turned out. Mr. Hobbs was now sitting up, consulting his calender on his phone, and considering the babysitting schedule I had with him, we'd be fucking quite a bit from this point forward. Considering how much I had left to show him... yeah, this made me feel pretty proud. Mr. Hobbs was going to help me develop my career at Imagine This. I was going to be something… become something to someone and nobody would know, well, nobody except Ryan and Hayley of course, but even then there was a good chance I'd go down as a silent, unsung hero. 

If that was how it had to be, that was how it had to go, I could deal with that. I'd keep him to myself and use him to rise through the ranks. I won't play my hand now though. We'll even use condoms as he suggested. It might be nice to keep a memento of our intercourse… I felt a little shiver run through me at the thought. Yes, I needed to think long term. I would need to think about motherhood, I'd be in my late twenties soon enough and being a stepmom to a beautiful daughter like Thea might be fun. Condoms can be sabotaged… So when the time comes to hook him… yes, my future was looking brighter by the second. 

More than that, though, I felt a sudden surge of... anticipation, I think would be the best word for it. I'd only really fucked around with guys and girls my own age before this, but now, anything felt possible. There were plenty of dads and moms out there who were gorgeous, ones who wanted to play, ones who didn't know yet that they wanted to play... people who might be a lot of fun in the hands of the proper little goth slut who could simply show them the way. Suddenly the world was full of the naughtiest possibilities, and I wanted to seize every last one of them. I kissed Mr. Hobbs again, reaching down to stroke his cock. He was almost erect again, making me smile.

"I hope you didn't think we were done yet, Mr. Hobbs... because this night is young, and we're still getting started..." I said, rubbing his cock against my tight slit again.

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There are a lot of things that happened during the next six months at Imagine This that I’d have never seen coming from a mile away, and pretty fucking high on that list was me being in a serious relationship again. I knew there’d be plenty of sex, and that I’d have a lot of fun with my friends… but not another relationship, definitely not after the last one ended how it did.

Since I don’t want to depress you, I’ll keep my Benjamin rehash short. He seemed like my type of guy, skinny, macabre, was a pretty bitchin’ bass player, and it seemed like we had a lot of fun together. I was dumb and in love and couldn’t tell that he was also a controlling and emotionally abusive asshole, and I thought that tears and breakdowns were just the norm in relationships, you know? He had a way of making me think things were my fault when they weren’t, and when the breakup happened… I might have been stupid and tried hurting myself. Badly.

But this is all backstory; I’m all better now, and I owe it to my friends. Between Ryan’s fury, Hayley’s strength, Mia’s compassion and Hope’s determination, I made it through and started valuing myself, pulled my head out of my ass and put Ben in the rearview mirror. No matter how many times that asshole tried to get back in my life, I kicked him to the fucking curb. I thought I was done with relationships, that if you just gave me some casual sex and slutting it up with Andrew Hobbs, I’d be fucking happy for the rest of the year.

Funny thing was, my year had different plans. A sweet nerd with a big dick joined our department, and even though I met him in the middle of my affair with Mr Hobbs, he seemed like he might be interesting. I looked into his background when we hired him and decided I'd give him some time to settle in before making my move. His name was Jeff, he was almost five years younger than me and the young man was just the prettiest thing you ever did see. Richard, our head of department, took him under his wing and when I read why I understood. I remembered the news headlines. Jeff was broken. He'd been raped by his girlfriends big black cocked lover. He had been sexually tortured and he was so mind fucked he ended up marrying his ex's little sister. There were just far too many complications there for me. But fuck he was good looking and ever so talented. I'd let him mature a bit before adding him to my growing list of office conquests.

Yes, I was still a slut. The best slut! I had even raided Thea's bedroom for a little lockable chest where I now keep her fathers used condoms. I had quite a collection: Different colours and different sizes from each of my lovers, all tied off filled to the brim with their cum. I loved my mementos. Ryan, bless him, was becoming jealous. He really had the feels for me, so we started having sex regularly but I knew I wouldn't be with him for much longer. I knew something felt different when I was with him, and not just because he had an eight inch cock. I tried to deny it, tried to tell myself it was just me being horny, but whenever Ryan and I got together, there was still some fucking magic between us…

So, yeah, even though I said I wouldn’t ever get in a relationship again, Ryan and I became boyfriend and girlfriend much to Hayles annoyance, and we had a great fucking time. We got along, knew how to make each other laugh, fucked like crazy, shared our other sexual exploits with each other, and I don’t think I’d ever met anyone who knew about horror movies as much as I did. Ryan felt like he could be… well, I don’t want to sound too fucking girly, but if he could only have bigger and better aspirations then it felt like he could really be the one.

But this chapter isn’t about Ryan. No, this one begins with his cousin, Hayley. Just as Ryan wasn’t the only guy I’d been with this year, I knew I wasn’t the only girl he’d been with, but when I came back from a family vacation to find out he’d been fucking his skinny blonde cousin by the name of Hayley King, one of those popular, ditzy and peppy girls I grew up hating but ended up being her best friend. 

I was confused at first. I knew Ryan never really loved me and I certainly wasn't in love with him. And I also wasn’t confused enough to not have group sex with them, but enough that I knew we’d have to talk shit out afterward for a while. So, the three of us talked shit out, decided we’d find out if and how a poly would work for us, and maybe we could actually make it work if we all put in the effort. All three of us would need to be on the same page, a thruple. But to be fair, I was already plotting my escape from Ryan and if he wanted to fuck his cousin then I'd happily let him find his incestuous bliss with the new girl in his life. Hayley became the glue that held us together and it wasn’t long before I found myself falling in love with a tiny, blonde  with pigtails, a never-ending smile, who said “like” and “totally” far more than I would normally approve of, with an almost exclusively pink wardrobe. Sometimes you need some sunshine in your life, and Hayley, she was all sunshine. Considering how dark some of the places I’d been recently were, she was a breath of fresh air.

Also, she wasn’t nearly as ditzy as I thought. The girl had a sharp mind hidden behind all that cutsie talk, and as she had just completed her law degree at university, and after I'd called in a few favours, I got her a job with the legal team at Imagine This. It was easy really. By this time I had already made friends in some high places and my condom trophy collection still had room to grow! Hayley and I would end up working on separate floors but it was going to be good to be able to chat to someone at work who was on my own wavelength. 

She was the opposite of me, and maybe that's why it worked. She was the light to my darkness. She kept me sane and focused and while I went off and fucked the boss, she procreated with the blissfully unaware Ryan. It wasn't the best of relationships but somehow the three of us made a go of it. It took some work to get her into horror, but she was quickly working through her fears and starting to enjoy watching scary stuff with Ryan and me, and when we were in bed… holy shit, I have never been with a girl who had more energy than Hayley King.

Still, there was a lot more work to make the day-to-day parts of our relationship function, and as much as I will defend Hayley’s intelligence, she still had her share of those ditzy moments that fit into a lot of your blonde stereotypes well. So, I guess this is as good a time as any for me to talk about how my girlfriend’s promiscuity led to me finally breaking up with Ryan and stepping up a gear with my plan.

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At first, when it became a clear pattern of Hayley forgetting things back at her place (books, phone chargers, handcuffs and the like), I thought that was her way of getting out of a bad situation, or sending me out so she could steal more time with Ryan. After enough time together, though, I realised that, as organized and as smart as she was, she was also just forgetful. She blamed it on a busy schedule at work, all the parties and the casual sex… and that checked out, really. She wasn't a great planner. Not like me. Usually she was good enough to deal with this problem and pick up her own shit, but sometimes if she had to stay later at work, or was out hanging out with her friends, she’d ask me very nicely (sometimes begging on her knees, which was a pretty sweet sight), and because she was my girlfriend, I’d say yes. I had to say yes, because unlike our boyfriend, I had a car.

Hayley had given me a key to her parents place so I could sneak in and grab whatever she needed from her bedroom, and I’d gotten used to coming and going from her little pink pad on my ride home after work while avoiding her parents while they were still at work. I even started texting her whenever I left the office as a matter of course to see if she needed me to grab anything.

Like all things that start out easy, though, this got complicated, fast. I’d been doing this for just over a week when she asked me to pick her up from Mr and Mrs. Hobbs' house. Apparently, without consulting me at all, she had started babysitting Thea… and I felt a pang of jealousy. Not wanting to be bothered by it, I drove off and asked her to explain what was going on. She knew Mr Hobbs was my personal mission, I was his personal assistant and she knew I was fucking him when his wife was on a late shift. Andrew Hobbs was mine! All she did was giggle and apologise vaguely and say it was no big deal.

Now, I loved her, but I knew when I was being lied to, and you could say that got my curiosity going like crazy. However, since she wasn’t saying anything, and I couldn’t guess what was going on, I figured I’d probably just be a curious little bitch who never knew the answer, and that I’d be better off just putting this out of mind.

This was becoming more of a mystery than I expected. What started out as a curiosity was becoming a minor obsession. The next day, Hayley asked me to pick up her work lanyard from the Hobbs household and I decided I needed to put my stamp back on my boss, literally, but when I got there I saw someone unexpectedly coming out of his house. Clarissa Knight.

She was one of Hayley’s high school friends that I’d hardly endeared myself to back in the day. This was odd. So was the fact that she was looking like she just got fucked, and hard. Her hair and clothes were messed up, she was walking funny, and had this stupid little grin on her face that didn’t seem like she might ever shake. I had a hard time putting together what exactly might have happened here, and had to settle on guessing that she’d snuck over to see my boss. Clarissa stumbled down the road. The beautiful, homecoming queen had been freshly fucked, and was all too pleased with herself. I actually knew that she and Hayley were still friends because Hayley could befriend fucking anyone, but seeing her coming out of Mr Hobbs’ house was odd. I rang on the doorbell, Thea answered, I asked for Hayley's pass and she handed it over without me even speaking to her father. 

The next four days when I didn’t have babysitting or time with Ryan and Hayley, I continued heading over to the Hobbs place just to see if there was anything else I could find out. On three of those days I saw two more women from the office: Nadia Gonzales and Alyssa Stein, stepping out of the house and looking much the same. It was looking more and more like Andrew might have had a private little sex den. I asked Hayley because it sounded just like her thing, but felt weird that she wouldn’t tell me anything about it. It also felt strange that I never saw any other guys or girls coming out of her place on these days, just one girl at a time…

It was on that third day, seeing Alyssa stumbling out, that I saw enough for things to fall into place. I was so slow on the uptake! Now, I didn’t spend enough time at Andrew Hobbs’ place to really get a handle on how things were in his family, but this was enough to get me suspecting that something was going on here. I could’ve asked any of the girls I saw stumbling out, but I didn’t want to because I didn’t like most of those girls, and was fine doing my own investigating. It was enough to give me some ideas, enough to put a plan together that would finally confirm for me just what the fuck was going on around here. I waited for the weekend when I knew his wife would be out and headed back to his place.

I sat in the car, checking myself over. I looked good enough. Makeup was on point, hair looked nice in its choppy way, and underneath my long black coat, I was wearing one of my nicer tank top and leather skirt combos, with torn fishnets and knee-high black leather boots. Not exactly the stuff you wear to seal a deal. I told myself I was just there to satisfy my curiosity. I stepped out of my car and crossed the street to his front door. I knocked, and I waited. Nothing. I heard a TV on inside, someone was definitely here. I knocked again. Still nothing. I rang the doorbell. That got results. Soon after, I heard the door unlocking, then it swung open, revealing the dark outline of the man I called boss. He was standing before me in a faded tank top and boxer shorts.

“Abigail? What do you want?” he asked gruffly, before his voice softened a little. “Is everything okay?”

Clearing my throat and trying to pretend that I hadn’t been spying on him, I said, “Yeah. Maybe you were expecting someone else?”

“Abby, you're not to just come around here unannounced! Thea saw you earlier in the week and anyone can see you standing at my door. I don't need a babysitter today. Lauren is at her parents and my daughter is across the street with her friends,” he said coolly, opening the door wider.

“Then I best get myself inside quickly,” I said, stepping inside under his arm, still braced at the door frame. He closed and locked the door behind me.

“What do you want, Abby? You've got the look to you that says there might be trouble, and I don’t want any trouble,” he said, keeping his voice even.

There was a mild threat to his tone, but no violence, and I knew I had to be careful with this next part. Don’t get me wrong, I knew how to deal with cheating assholes, but did I mention how much he fucking dwarfed me? He led me into his living room and pointed at the sofa, he sat opposite me and stared at me, inviting me to speak.

“Look, I’m the last person to pry into anyone’s personal lives and what they do with their free time, but because I love Hayley, I need to be honest…”

“Oh, I like honesty,” he chuckled, taking a gulp from his beer. The way he stared at me with those steely eyes made me uncomfortable, but not in a bad way.

Time to handle this delicately.

“Look, I know you’ve been fucking Hayley and my friends from work,” I said.

Okay, maybe I could’ve said it more delicately. Maybe I wanted to shock him, to put him on edge and set him off guard so I could make my point.

Mr Hobbs, however, was completely unshaken by my words. “So? You're on to talk so disapprovingly. Anything I've done has been consensual.”

I didn’t expect this kind of casualness. Now I was the one caught off guard.

“Maybe not legally, but… well, look, like I said, I love Hayley, and I don’t want to see her hurt, and I just… look, I feel like I've created a monster. I don't want you to lose everything just because you can’t help but fuck around, alright? Just keep your hands off Hayley and try not to hurt your wife or your daughter in this, okay?” I said, keeping my voice firm and direct and hoping that he wouldn’t notice that I held nothing over him to actually make good on my vague threat.

He looked at me for maybe a second before bursting into laughter.

“Wha the fuck?” I asked, now fairly certain that he understood I held nothing to make good on my threat.

“Seriously? I'm not stupid. I'm not going to compromise my position. Poor little Abigail completely and unnecessarily standing up for her girlfriend,” Mr Hobbs replied, holding out one of his big hands as if that was going to calm me down. “I thought Hayley would have told you?”

Now I was really confused. “I… have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.”

Smiling, he continued in his low, growly voice, “Hayley is a girl who's going places. She used me to fast track her career and… well after our little liaison, I figured out a better position for her in our legal team. And she's not the only one at the office who wants to make a deal. Here, have a beer. You're going to need it.”

That… well, that made a lot of sense, actually. He tossed me a can and I caught it.

“Do you expect me to believe that?” I asked.

“Don’t believe me, fine, believe your own eyes,” he said, motioning to the TV. “Now let me just cue her up for you–”

Images of impressive depravity shot across the screen, before settling briefly on a big guy fucking a big-titted,curly haired brunette… who I recognised as Nadia, meaning the man she was riding was… he recorded her! And wow, he looked fucking good in the video.

“That’s the wrong clip, but that’s a fun one,” Mr Hobbs admitted, jumping back into fast forward. “It’s not like Hayley tried hooking me up with any of those girls, but she invited them over enough after we had a successful meeting of minds. You were right, by the way, the way those girls in the office looked at me, then got that glimmer in their eye…  well, if they wanted to come to an arrangement and open their legs for me then all I needed to do was whisper some sweet nothings in their pretty little ears… then, yeah, there were deals to be done. I'm a business man but I’m only human… ah, there we go, there’s the one.”

I looked back to the screen and saw a fit, blonde woman on all fours, getting railed by Mr Hobbs in the bed he fucked me in. Shit! He had screwed at least three more women since he had me!

“That’s your Hayley…” he said, before rewinding. 

The recording began playing from the start…

“Hello, my name is Hayley,” my little blonde girlfriend announced to the camera, “I’m twenty-four years old and I willingly consent to what is about to happen to me… in this bed, with Mr Andrew Hobbs.” She smiled sweetly at him, operating the camera, and my heart broke.

I watched as she went down on her knees before the camera and put her lips around the erect penis that was presented to her. There was no doubt. It belonged to our boss. Alright, I believed my own eyes, and tried not to focus on how wet I suddenly realised I was.

Pausing the video yet again, Mr Hobbs sighed and said, “You believe me now? Lauren and me, our marriage is strong. Business is booming and it's nice to finally experience some of the perks of my position… all thanks to you Abby. Do you understand now?”

“I think I've got some idea,” I admitted, playing it cool.

He looked me up and down and grinned. “Yeah, you look like you do.”

“Do you really think you've got that good a read on me?” I asked.

“Oh I’d never pretend to go that far,” he laughed. “But I’ve been around the block a few times, little girl, and believe me… I’ve seen some things, picked up my share of tricks. I won’t say I know you, because I really don’t, but I've got some ideas.”

“Like what?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Exhaling, he said, “You came here because you want to make a deal too, right?”

Shit! Yes I did. I wanted to warn him off Hayley but she was already ahead of me. I was losing control of the situation… and I don't like losing control.

Mr Hobbs let his words hang there, then said, “Am I wrong, little girl?”

He said those last two words with some particular sharpness, adding bite to his challenge.

Fine, he wanted to see what I was made of, I’d fucking show him.

Getting up from the chair, I turned around and then joined him on the couch, sitting in such a way that he couldn’t help but get a look at my amazing ass before I sat down. There was enough space between us if I needed to call this off, but not enough to turn the heat down. Yeah, my nipples were hard, my panties were wet, and my heart was probably beating pretty fucking hard, but by the look of the tent in his boxers, I wasn’t the only one enjoying the charge in the room.

“You were watching something when I rang your doorbell,” I said, adding every bit of appropriate bitchiness to my voice. “So, let’s fucking watch something.”

“Alright, then,” he said, pressing buttons on the remote as he cued something up. “The girl knows what she wants.”

“Obviously,” I said, taking a long sip from my beer.

“Good,” Mr Hobbs replied, finishing cuing the video up. “How’s this, then?”

It cut to the image of an attractive woman with dirty blonde hair sitting on the edge of a king-sized bed. She had a great body, toned and tight with a decent set of tits. The way her makeup was messed up and her hair was askew, I knew she’d already been having some fun. It was only when I focused on her face did I recognise her as Clarissa Knight, Hayley’s best friend I’d seen exiting this house some days ago.

An enormous man entered the frame, his head cut off by the camera, before his great, big hands reached downward and grabbed her tits roughly. Clarissa moaned and pressed against him, looking up at him adoringly as he did this, before pushing her down onto her back and spreading her legs. She looked up at him anticipating, and before she could do anything, he leaned down and pressed his head between her legs, eating her out.

“Oh god…” Clarissa moaned, writhing in bed. “You said you’d fuck me, Daaaaddy…”

Her voice was so whiny and cutesy that it felt like nails on a chalkboard to me, but it did make me shift uncomfortably in my seat.

“She calls you Daddy?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Hey, what can I say, it gets some of the girls going,” Mr Hobbs replied, chuckling.

Though it still sounded silly to me, as I watched him continue to vigorously eat Clarissa’s pussy, I understood how it might have an appeal.

“Kinky,” I admitted, watching the screen as this sex act seemed to go on for quite some time.

Clarissa was whiny, and bitchy, but watching Mr Hobbs eat her out was like watching an artist at work. He got Clarissa going, then would edge her down, making the little bitch quiver before going back at her even harder. She had her hands on his head and her legs wrapped around his neck, but he was utterly in control, perfectly playing with her pussy to match his whims. By the first time I saw her cum, she looked an utter mess, screaming and shaking and battering her ankles on his broad back. It was an over-exaggerated look that had me rolling my eyes.

“She’s faking it,” I said.

Mr Hobbs chuckled. “That one, she tried faking it on me first… she probably thought it was a neat trick, but I knew what she was doing; I kept at her until I had her eating out of the palm of my fucking hand.”

I was impressed that he could make her cum like that, but couldn’t show it. Jokingly, I said, “And calling you Daddy, apparently.”

“Yup,” he said, sliding one of his big hands beneath the waistband of his boxers. While I thought he might’ve just been scratching himself at first, the way his hand moved, I knew he was stroking his impressively large cock.

Mr Hobbs looked at me, challenging, seeing if this would send me running. My nipples were threatening to tear holes in my tank top, and my panties were fucking soaked at this point… but I wasn’t going to run. Looking impressed, he turned his attention back to the TV.

We watched as he continued to eat Clarissa out onscreen, making her cum several more times, and I had to admit, at this point I was convinced he was right. He was making that little bitch squirm, scream and squirt, and it was a work of art. The man was a machine, unphased by anything and incapable of tiring, it seemed. By the time I’d lost count of how many times he’d made Clarissa cum, Mr Hobbs finally stood up on screen and grabbed Clarissa by the hips, flipping her over onto her stomach as if she weighed nothing, then pulling her up onto her knees so she was in a face down, ass up position.

“You think you’ve seen her scream so far, wait’ll you see this,” he said to me, enthusiastic as he pointed at the screen with his one free hand. He was even more shamelessly jerking it under his boxers now, still challenging me to say something, anything that might get a reaction.

“Okay,” I shrugged, keeping my tone non-committal and even a little bored, even if I was unbelievably turned on right now.

I’d never had a guy as powerful and brutish as Mr Hobbs stir up these feelings inside of me; I’d always thought they were pigs and assholes, and usually they were, but Mr Hobbs… he now just radiated this absolute confidence and dark energy that was a crazy turn-on. He was so utterly shameless and audacious that I kind of felt jealous of his confidence, and by this point in my life I considered myself fucking confident. I could’ve probably taken a few notes from him. For now… fuck, I was horny… and I wanted to keep this game going.

I reached for the zipper on the side of my skirt and pulled it up, revealing more of my thigh. I knew he was watching this, and, yeah, I made this showy, but like him, I didn’t say a damn thing when I slid my hand in the gap of my now loosened skirt. I made it so he couldn’t see anything for sure, but I couldn’t hold back my sigh of relief when I finally got to push my panties aside and start massaging my clit.

Fuck, that felt a lot better…

“Heh,” he grunted, then turned back to the screen as we both watched him get on his knees behind Clarissa and slide his cock into her pussy.

“Fucking camera angle,” I complained, holding back a moan. “It’s too far away, can’t see…”

“What, my cock stretching that little bitch wide open?” Mr Hobbs suggested.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

My eyes widened as I watched him fuck Clarissa with a near-animalistic frenzy. His hips were a blur as he fucked in and out of her, his clearly thick cock stretching her to her limit as he brutally fucked her. Clarissa turned her head so it was visible to the camera, and I got to see her cycle through the agony of insane pleasure. Her mouth hung open, wailing, occasionally trying to form words and just losing the will as she succumbed to the insane fucking she got on screen.

“That’s right, Hayley’s told me you’re into photography…” Mr Hobbs said, grunting softly as he continued jacking off. “Well, maybe when we’re done here, I’ll take you back to my bedroom, you can give me some tips on the camera setup…”

I was already certain I’d be seeing the inside of his bedroom again soon, and while I was touching myself, I responded, “Cool.”

“In the meantime, if you wanted a better look at my cock, all you had to do was ask,” Mr Hobbs said coolly.

As I watched that cock on screen pistoning in and out of Clarissa’s tight cunt and felt an orgasm build, I might have been unable to put together coherent thoughts or maintain my cool, but god knows I sure did try. “Sure, yeah, whatever…”

Mr Hobbs muttered something I lost under the screams of Clarissa, but the way he smirked, I think I caught the gist of it. He pulled his hand out from his boxers, then arched his back enough that he could pull them down his legs. Mr Hobbs sported a cock that was easily about as thick as my forearm, and looked like it’d be every bit as much a pussy pleaser as it was a destroyer. I mean, I’d been fisted before, and the massive size of his cockhead, steadily drooling precum that glistened down his monstrous shaft intimidated the hell out of me. And those balls… so big and full, even with all the fucking he got… fuck, at the way he got around, it seemed a miracle he hadn’t knocked one of them up.

“So… how’s that for a better view, little girl?” he hissed, his voice low with dark promise.

This was a bad moment for me to decide to spontaneously squeeze my clit, but even if it was a little embarrassing, there was something amazing about completely and utterly losing it as I came in front of Mr Hobbs. It was a hard cum. A messy one. The kind of orgasm that makes your toes curl and your legs quiver uncontrollably. I closed my eyes tightly and might’ve even moaned a few choice expletives, but I think more than anything, I just moaned and shook. By the time my head cleared enough to get my bearings, the scene on TV was reaching its crescendo.

“I’m fucking cumming!” Clarissa wailed. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me haaaaaaaaarder!!!!!”

I watched as Clarissa had another of her overdramatic orgasms as Mr Hobbs pounded her roughly from behind, before he buried himself deep in and grunted.

“Take it… slut…” he groaned, pushing deep inside of her and ejaculating. It was a painfully hot sight, and as I caught my breath, I turned to look at Mr Hobbs.

He eyed me smugly, clearly enjoying watching me cum. “Pretty great, huh?”

“I won’t lie… you’ve got a fucking talent,” I said, looking back down at his cock and licking my lips.

“I know I’m not the only talented one here,” he said, continuing to leer at me. “I bet you still have a few tricks you haven’t shown me?”

“More than you know,” I said defiantly. I tried to sit up straight. I mostly succeeded.

“Uh huh… maybe…” Mr Hobbs replied offhandedly, leaning back on the couch and going back to slowly stroking his cock.

Looking back at the screen, I saw how Clarissa had utterly collapsed, panting and shaking as Mr Hobbs pulled out of her. He had used a condom, as he had promised after his first time with me. The condom was barely clinging to Andrew’s cockhead. Not just the receptacle, but almost a quarter of the condom was filled up like a water balloon. I watched his cock continue to jerk, the condom swelling even larger.

"Bloody hell! That was some load!" I said, amazed as he hefted the straining condom still hanging from the tip of his cock. I watched as he slowly removed the condom, pinching it closed just as it fell off his cock and he held it up, staring at the bulging sack.

"It’s no bigger than the load I lost inside you," he told me as I stared at the ballooned out rubber. Mr Hobbs' seed more than filled the nippled receptacle.

“I’m a way hotter slut than Clarissa fucking Knight,” I said, standing up from the couch as if that might give me some level of strength and high ground over the sitting man.

The way my legs still wobbled and I had to grab hold of my mostly unzipped skirt to keep it from falling off, I don’t think I did a very good job of this.

“Prove it,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative again. “Take off your fucking clothes.”

I replied defiantly, “You first.”

Mr Hobbs raised an eyebrow. I hope it was because he was impressed, and not because he was holding back a laugh since he was only wearing a tank top at this point. Nonetheless, he said nothing as he kicked off his underwear, then pulled his top over his head, revealing his chest to me. Though he didn’t have the defined abs of an underwear model, the man was clearly almost pure muscle, with a dark patch of chest hair and a dark tangled mound of pubes contrasting with his shaven balls.

I wasn’t usually into bulky guys, but I knew I would always be able to make an exception for him.

“Your turn,” he said.

“Alright,” I said, tossing my jacket onto the chair nearby, then finally letting my skirt drop to the floor as I stepped closer to him.

I turned around, giving him a good view of my ass as I bent over and unlaced my boots, pulling them, then my fishnets off. I could have made a show out of this, but he struck me more as the kind of guy who’d want results rather than a fancy striptease, so I kept to the point. Turning back around, I pulled my tank top over my head, leaving me standing before him in only my matching black bra and soaked panties. I knew that with my ink and piercings, my black lipstick and glossy, pixie cut hair, that I didn’t look like a lot of the girls he was used to, but he looked impressed. With unimpressive A-cups but with an ass as perfect as mine, he better have been impressed.

“Not bad, little girl…” Mr Hobbs said, nodding. “But you can do better than that.”

“Oh, I know I can do better than that…” I said, reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra. “…I just want to make sure that I’ve got your attention. You’ve been stuck on a diet of cheating blonde sluts lately, and I want to make sure you can fucking appreciate what’s fallen into your lap.”

“You’re not in my lap yet,” he laughed.

The way he was looking at me instead of the moans coming from the TV, I knew I had him. Unclasping my bra, I dropped it to the floor and baring my tits. His face didn’t change much as he took in my huge hard nipples, but when I dropped my panties to the floor and exposed my shaved pussy to him, I think I saw his eyes widen slightly. As turned on and wet as I was, I knew I had to look pretty ripe to him.

“Nice,” he said, simply, before his eyes turned to look at the tattoo underneath my right breast. “What does that say?”

I had a small string of Chinese characters under my breast, and when he asked, I smirked. “’If you can read this, then you speak Chinese’.”

Mr Hobbs barked another gruff laugh at that. “Not bad! That’s actually kinda funny. You are something else!”

“You don’t know the half of it…” I said, peering back at the TV where Clarissa was now giving Mr Hobbs a sloppy blowjob and gagging up a storm. “Like, you see that there? I can give a way better blowjob than that dumb blonde.”

“Yeah?” he asked, impressed.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I said, running my hands up my body and squeezing my little tits. “You want me to prove it?”

“Oh, I want you to prove it,” Mr Hobbs replied, smiling devilishly. “But first, I want you to turn around… I need a better look at your ass now that you’re naked. I still dream about that ass…”

I rolled my eyes at him, but turned around so he could get a good look at my ass.

“Closer,” Mr Hobbs demanded.

Sighing, I took a step backwards.

“Closer than that,” he said, his voice harsher and more direct.

I shivered at his tone, then took another step back. When it came to sex, I was used to being mostly dominant… but there were times when being submissive could turn me on like nothing else ever could. Hearing his commanding, dark voice, overpowered something deep inside of me and had me dripping with anticipation.

“There we go…” Mr Hobbs grunted approvingly.

He reached up and without gentleness or any hesitation, grabbed my ass in his big, strong hands. His skin was rough and the way he squeezed my ass felt less about trying to arouse me and more about wanting to just grope the fuck out of my ass, but I was unbelievably turned on by this treatment. Mr Hobbs had a read on me, and he knew how to press my fucking buttons. I’d have to be careful.

“That’s a pretty great fucking ass you got, Abigail, perfect for squeezing…” he said, before spanking me once with a harsh SMACK! “…spanking, hell, maybe even more.”

A soft moan escaped my lips when his hand slapped against my ass, and I looked over my shoulder at him, taunting. “No maybe to it… you’re looking at the anal queen of Imagine This.”

There might have been a few other contenders for the title, but I didn’t have to tell him that.

“That a fact?” he asked, continuing to grope my ass.

“You calling me a liar?” I replied.

“Nope,” he said simply, before licking one of his middle fingers. “Just means I get to enjoy this more.”

Before I could say anything, Mr Hobbs slid that thick, strong finger between my ass cheeks, pressed it against my asshole, and forced it inside of me. The pressure was intense, and I grimaced… in pleasure, in pain… yeah, definitely both of those… fuck, my girlfriend’s dad was fingerfucking my ass, and it felt soooo fucking good. His fingers were thick and skilled, twisting and turning and stretching my tight ass as he explored around within me, enjoying this moment of intense depravity.

“Fuck…” I grunted.

“You’re a tight little secretary, I’ll grant you that,” he said.

“Tightest you’ll ever find,” I moaned softly, squeezing my tits as he continued to violate my ass with his fingers, “but I want to be more than just a secretary for the rest of my life.”

“We’ll see about that. You feel pretty close to Nadia. Fuck that woman was tight… not bad, though,” he said, thrusting his finger in and out of my ass a few times, roughly and briefly fucking my tight little ass a little harder before pulling out. “I could definitely have some fun with that ass later.”

He took my hips in his strong hands, grabbed me and spun me around so I was facing him. I looked down at him with that smug, satisfied look on his face and those leering eyes, and part of me wanted to teach this asshole a lesson that would have him kissing my feet and begging for forgiveness of this kind of treatment.

The other part of me wanted him to use me until I was a cummed out mess. It goes without saying by this point that when this happened, this part of me was way bigger than the wanting to teach him a lesson part, right? Yeah, the promise of sex can make me a little crazy sometimes.

“So, what was that you were saying about you giving a way better blowjob than Clarissa? She was good but not a patch on your girlfriend, Hayley, now she was incredible at sucking cock. Don’t get me wrong, Abby, you’re pretty and got a nice pair of lips and all that, but those two blondes… they’ve got experience on their knees like you wouldn’t believe, and I have a hard time imagining you match up no matter how much you boast of your skills,” Mr Hobbs said, chuckling in that low, dark way he had.

He meant to challenge me, to rile me up and make sure I gave him the best blowjob possible. He was even using Hayley against me. The pang of jealousy returned coupled with the anger that she would choose to come to Andrew rather than me. I was the one who got her the job at Imagine This! We were supposed to mean something to each other! If his intention was to fire up my passion… Well, mission accomplished.

Determined, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I inhaled his overpoweringly masculine scent, of sweat and precum and something unidentifiable that made me quiver as I leaned in toward his cock. Unhesitating, I grabbed it in my left hand, unable to fully wrap around it as I stroked it and spread his precum.

I leaned in, sucking one of his big balls into my mouth and licking it eagerly with my tongue, taking in his salty, manly taste briefly before letting it pop out of my mouth. Scowling up at him harshly (while trying to hold back a grin) as I tried to take some control back, I said, “You can be a real fucking asshole, can’t you?”

“Yeah, but that won’t stop you from sucking my balls again, will it, slut?” Mr Hobbs said harshly. He smiled down at me with that devilish, terribly confident smile that said he had me right where he wanted me, and that he knew I fucking loved it.

“No,” I admitted, before doing exactly as he said.

Yeah, I sucked his balls. I gave them worshipful treatment with my tongue and lips, suckling at them and treating them as if they were the sweetest and most delicious of desserts. I did all this while I jacked his cock with both hands, and the whole time I was kneeling there, naked between the legs of my girlfriend’s lover, looking up at him to see if I was getting any kind of reaction out of him.

All I got was more of that smug fucking smirk. I didn’t even make him breathe any harder. I mean, okay, he was thrusting slightly against my hands, but I was giving this bastard everything I had, and here he was sitting around and smiling like I was any other slut? Nuh uh. No fucking way. I could show him who the fucking best around here was.

I pulled away from his balls, then started kissing and licking my way up his immense shaft, sucking the side of it gently as I made my way up to the top. I dropped my hands to the base of his cock, holding it still while I stared at the intimidating head, positively dripping with precum. Fuck, it was the thickest cockhead I’d ever seen in my life. I remembered the last time I gave him head, my mouth ached for the rest of the day! Andrew had the thickest cock I’d ever seen! Ryan’s dick was huge, and I had no trouble deepthroating him after some practice, but this… I stuck out my tongue and licked around the head, savoring the mild, intoxicating flavor of his natural lube.

Then, without showing a hint of fear, I leaned back and smirked up at him. “Could any of those other sluts do this?”

With that, I leaned forward, opened wide, and managed to take most of his cock into my mouth with one single thrust. My mouth was stretched beyond what I’d thought was possible, my tongue pinned down by his incredible girth, and even my impressive gag reflex being tested by the sheer size of this monster cock. Still, I had a few inches to go, and I wasn’t going to give up yet. Focusing, I leaned in, relaxing my throat and letting his cock in, pushing those last few inches forward, trying to make it all fit… It was then that he put his hand on the back of my head and groaned, pushing the last bit down himself until my nose was pressing against his groin.

“Abby, fuck…” Mr Hobbs groaned. “No… none of those little sluts could do it that easy… fuck…”

He held me like this for a while, threatening to choke me, but before it could be a danger he let me go. I pulled off of his cock, choking and watching as strings of drool still connected my mouth to his cock, but still staring up at him, I smiled cockily.

“I fucking knew it,” I said, taking a breath and getting back to attacking his cock with my mouth, showing him that I could give one of the best fucking blowjobs he’d ever received.

I’d sucked a lot of cocks, and my boyfriend’s was even longer than this one, so I had a fair bit of experience when I got to sucking Mr Hobbs’s thick dick. But, even with all that experience, it was still a challenge of epic proportions. It wasn’t just the size, or the roughness that would come whenever he would grab my head and forcibly fuck my mouth and throat, no, it was that I think I’d met my match in Mr Hobbs. This was a guy who had seemingly seen and done everything when it came to sex, knowing what he wanted and how he wanted it, and who might well have been bored by the same old tricks.

If I wanted to please him, I knew I’d have to give him my best, and fuck if I gave him everything I had. I worked my plump lips hard over his head, suckling and slurping and treating him like I was worshipping at the altar of some ancient sex god. My tongue teased and tasted him, running over every square inch of that glorious, huge cockhead like my life depended on it. I stared up at him, wanting to see him react more than just his initial surprise at how easily I’d inhaled his cock, and only getting that same smug, pleased face.

Now, one of the reasons I loved giving head was how it gave me a sense of control, and seeing that sense rewarded by how I could make a guy crumble at my efforts. That smug stoicism as he continued to sit there just watching me… no, that wouldn’t fucking hold. I let his cock go, then slowly jerked it as I stared up at him.

“Come on, little girl…” he grunted.

“I’ll keep going, but I don’t want any of this stone faced prick act you’ve got going on here,” I said, slowing my pace, keeping him on edge and making him tense. “I’m not one of those other little office sluts who can be impressed by a big cock and a surly attitude alone… my name is Abigail, and I’m one of the fucking hottest sluts you’ll ever find. You want me to show you everything I’ve got? You want some of that best? Then you’re going to need to tell me how much you fucking love it.”

A shadow passed over his face, something animalistic and dark. He put one of his big hands on the back of my head, gripping what he could of my hair and pulling my head back. “You really want know what I fucking think about you, Abby? Do you really think you’re ready for that?”

Wincing with pain from how roughly he grabbed my hair and smacking my lips as I looked at his cock, I murmured, “Uh huh…”

“Then suck my fucking cock, little girl, like you fucking mean it!” he practically roared, roughly pulling me back toward his cock and forcing it back between my lips.

I suckled at it eagerly, fucking him with my face while he grunted and moaned and let out a litany of fucking filth.

“Yeah, that’s it…” he groaned, humping up into my face. “Not a lot of girls can choke on my dick like you can… that’s a real fucking skill, and, yeah, I fucking love it… you really are something special, Abby… I don’t know if you’re as much hot shit as you think you are, but we’ll see… but you want be treated like something special, like some fucking slut who can take everything I have to offer, just know what you’re opening yourself for… you really think you can take me? You really think you can take it harder than any of those other girls? Because… Just I look at you? You just look like some porcelain doll who’d get broken if you looked at it the wrong way… yes, you're pretty. Yes, your ass is fucking amazing. I even have a thing for those precious little titties of yours but you're fragile… breakable…”

“Fuck you,” I choked, pulling off his cock. “I can take everything you give me and more… I don’t know about any of those bitches you’ve railed, but not only can I take some fucking pain… I’ll fucking love it… I can take shit that those girls can’t even dream of… now watch me take your fucking cum and make you beg for more.”

With that, I dove in, focusing on sucking his cockhead with a vigor that I didn’t imagine anyone else could, slurping and twirling my tongue over it, jacking his shaft with both hands and staring into his eyes as I probed the slit at the end with my tongue softly, gently…

Looking down at me, I watched as the dam broke on his face, and he tightened those big hands of his on the back of my head and grunted.

“Shit! Oh shit, here it comes, little girl!” Mr Hobbs announced gruffly.

With a single thrust that pushed his cock a couple more inches into my mouth, he came, almost filling my mouth with the first shot, and overflowing it on the second. I swallowed his salty seed as quickly as I could, gulping and sucking down the next couple shots, but it was just too much. I had to pull off his cock, and with my hands still jerking him, I felt the next few hot spurts splash against my face, some with enough force to bounce off my cheek and streak onto my forehead, while more soon started spraying down my neck and onto my chest.

I felt utterly filthy and completely covered, but looking up at him, breathing heavily as he surveyed the tight little slut he’d once thought he’d beaten, I felt a great sense of pride and success. I showed him my mouthful of cum, then swallowed it and showed him my now empty mouth, sticking out my tongue.

“That was… not bad,” he admitted, reaching next to the couch and tossing me a clean towel he’d probably kept for his earlier masturbation.

Mr Hobbs chuckled darkly, as I used the towel to wipe myself down of his cum before answering, “That was way fucking better than not bad.”

Unexpectedly, he agreed with me. “You know, you’re right. Before you there was just Lauren, for years and years, but since… will most of those office sluts can’t make me cum before the bedroom… they make me do all the work… so, yeah, you did good there, Abigail. Maybe you are as good as you think you are.”

Now more or less clean, I tossed the balled-up towel back at him and flipped him the bird, smiling when I said, “Fuck you.”

He’d caught the towel easily, then threw it aside before grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me over to him. “Get over here, little girl.”

Mr Hobbs pulled me onto his lap, sitting sideways with his still mostly hard cock beneath me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me, holding me close and looking me in the eyes with something that felt a lot like fondness.

“I suppose we could make this work for both of us. What do you think?” he asked, leaning in and kissing me forcefully.

His mouth was every bit as rough and skilled as the rest of him, and while I might have been enjoying my moment of defiant strength, I had to admit, it felt really fucking good being wrapped in his big, strong arms as he kissed me deeply. I wrapped my hands around his neck and kept him close, kissing him back as I wiggled on his lap, enjoying the feel of his throbbing cock rubbing against my dripping pussy lips.

Sighing, I moaned contentedly and broke the kiss, smiling at him. Though his smile back at me looked almost the same as any of his other cocky grins, I was pretty sure I saw some of him being impressed with me. I soon became aware that the TV was on in the background, Alyssa was announcing that she was agreeing to his terms and conditions before stripping naked for him. Hearing her moaning and whining and calling him by that name that Clarissa seemed to enjoy so much… it seemed every bit as absurd as it did erotic. I think my boss has a thing for little girls with Daddy issues. I could use that. I looked like a fucking pre-teen!

“Admit it, I was fucking amazing,” I said.

Mr Hobbs kissed me, hard, then said, “I admit it.”

“Ha!” I exclaimed, kissing him back. “I fucking knew it… and, yeah, you’ve got an amazing cock. Lauren has been lucky all these years.”

“I know,” he growled back, reaching one of his hands down to grope my ass.

In the background Alyssa squealed quite loudly, causing us both to laugh, slightly.

I rolled my eyes at the absurdity of it all. “Next thing you know, I’m gonna be calling you Daddy, aren’t I?”

He chuckled, reaching up and squeezing one of my boobs and making me moan. “That’s up to you, little girl.”

Suddenly, things didn’t seem so absurd, and as I realized how wet the kinky thought made me, I found my voice suddenly quite soft as I asked him, “Do you… want me to call you Daddy?”

Mr Hobbs looked down at me, appraising, though I swore I felt his cock twitch against my cunt. “Do you want to call me Daddy?”

I shivered at the thought, closing my eyes and leaning against his chest before smiling. “Maybe… maybe a little, yeah.”

“Heh,” he chuckled, before grabbing me in his strong arms and lifting me from the couch. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable and find out.”

Mr Hobbs stood up with me in his arms, then in one smooth move, swung me so that I was bent over his shoulder, carrying me like I was truly conquered. I admit, I squealed slightly as I found myself flung about, my face now looking down his broad back as he held onto my feet with his arm.

“Yeah? You fucking like that?” he asked, but before I could answer, he swatted me on the ass, hard. I yelped.

Mr Hobbs laughed as he carried me down the hall. “Thought you said you liked a little pain.”

“Oh, I do,” I said, dropping my voice. “Doesn’t mean I won’t curse up a storm if you keep spanking me like that.”

“Noted,” he replied, slapping my ass hard again. I yowled, then scratched at his back with my fingernails.

Mr Hobbs hissed, turning the corner into a bedroom and kicking the door behind us before swinging me onto my back on a nearby, king-sized bed. In a bit of a daze, I took in the Hobbs house’s master bedroom, more spartan than the living room.

“Oh, you’re gonna have to pay for those scratches, little girl,” he said, walking toward a digital camera on a nearby tripod and turning it on.

“I’m counting on it,” I said lustily, turning myself on my side and exposing myself to him.

Purposefully, he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, grabbing me and pulling me over until I was face down, bent over his lap. With his rock-hard cock pressed against my side, and my soaked pussy dripping against his thigh, I found this a particularly fun position. I looked over at the camera, knowing what was about to come, and grinning.

SMACK!

The impact of his big hand on my ass was intense as he spanked me, stinging and making my pussy drip.

“Motherfucker!” I exclaimed, looking up at him. “That hurt!”

He grinned down at me darkly. Even with that look, I could see a sense of trust and understanding, and knew that if I were in any real trouble, he’d stop if I told him to. That was good to know, but far from necessary, now.

“Apologise for the scratches, baby girl…” he threatened.

I was borderline on whether bratty or submissive was how I wanted to handle this, so I kept somewhere in between. “Hmmm, I dunno…”

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Each spank stung more than the last, and by the time a fifth impact hit my ass, it was feeling rough. Being that I’d had a lot of guys and girls do a lot of damage to my ass in the past and it never felt close to this… even being as much of a pain slut as I was, I might have bitten off more than I could chew with Mr Hobbs. Not enough to stop him, or prevent my pussy from dripping down his leg, but enough that I had to admit my limits.

With tears in the corners of my eyes, and an ass that must have been glowing at this point, I looked up at him and said, “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry I scratched you!”

“You need to mean it, or the deal is off the table,” he grunted, grabbing what he could of my hair and arching my neck so I could look into his blazing eyes.

As turned on as I had ever been, I dropped to a less defiant, more timid voice. “Yes… I’m… I’m sorry… Daddy…”

This word caused a grin that was equal parts handsome and frightening to cross his face, as he pulled me back up to sitting in his lap, holding me close and forcibly making out with me. I responded in kind to his passionate kisses, reaching down and stroking his cock as he held me close, and we grunted and moaned together. Then, without warning, he swept me up into his arms again as if I weighed nothing, stood up, then set me down on the bed. It was a hard landing, but a comfortable mattress, and with my head on the pillow, I was feeling pretty satisfied.

Mr Hobbs walked around to the foot of the bed, standing over me, looming. The man looked like a monster from an ancient myth, fresh from a battlefield. So muscular, so utterly enormous, his face at once so broken and so wild with lust. I wondered how I had never seen this side of him before. Even all those years in the office I barely gave him even a second glance, but right here, right now… holy fuck, he might have been the sexiest man on Earth. The absolute, unrelenting lust he held for me, and the way his enormous cock throbbed, I knew that I needed him more than anything else in this moment.

With those steely eyes of his, he looked between my legs. Knowing exactly what to do, I spread my legs for him, then reached between them, spreading my pussy lips with my fingers to give him the best view possible of his prize. Upon seeing my exposed, pink pussy, all that smug motherfucker did was smirk that utterly arrogant smirk that seemed as natural to him as breathing. Somehow, this of all things made me moan, softly.

He knelt down onto the bed and took my thighs in his big, strong hands, spreading them apart even further and allowing him easy access as he bent down. His face now between my legs, he inhaled my scent, and looked up at me, smiling.

“You smell tasty, little girl…” Mr Hobbs said, chuckling softly. “My, my, my, you look good enough to eat!”

I pushed myself up onto my elbows as I looked at him. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

He leaned in and closed his lips over my clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” I yelled as I felt him begin to suck, dropping my head back to the pillow as my body was overcome with the utter insanity that my once aloof, sex stared boss was eating my pussy.

He was really, really fucking good at it, too. I’d heard a lot about what experience could do for anyone when it came to sex, and while I doubted all guys took the lessons of age and knew how to put them to work, Mr Hobbs was clearly one of the guys who did. He knew just the right amount of pressure, just the perfect flick of his tongue to drive me absolutely wild, filling my body with a dark energy as I surrendered myself to this absolutely mad union.

I shouldn’t have been here, and I sure as fuck shouldn’t have been here doing this with him, but that somehow made it all the hotter for me. Looking down between my legs and seeing that smug fucking face looking up at me, giving me some of the greatest pleasure any man had ever given me with his tongue, it felt so fucking wrong I might have cum right there if I had any say in it.

The thing is, I didn’t have any fucking say in it. Still looking up at me with those blue eyes of his, at once cold and fiery, I could see the twisted machinations working within, and just when he saw that he had me on edge, he slowed down. He didn’t stop, no, Mr Hobbs would never stop, but he kept me on edge, whiny and needy, wanting to explode on his face and curse him out and beg for more all at once, and getting none of that satisfaction I needed. Mr Hobbs just slid a hand between my thighs, teasing my entrance with one of his thick, rough fingers as he continued to lightly graze my clit with my tongue.

“Oh, this is so fucking not fair…” I moaned, whiny and desperate for release. “Please, Daddy… please make me cum?”

Kissing my clit firmly, he pulled his mouth from me briefly enough to say, “All you had to do was ask nicely, little one…”

With that, he licked at my clit more vigorously and forced his finger inside of me, curling it upward and massaging inside of me, looking to see if he could find my g-spot.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!” I cried out, nearly screaming as I violently came all over his face. I could feel my juices practically exploding from me as they splashed against his face as he pushed me through a truly devastating orgasm. This was one of those orgasms that shakes you to your very core, waking up every nerve you didn’t know existed and reminding it what pleasure feels like. I could feel this great wave of tightening and release in my core as my body bucked against the bed, pounding my fists against the sheets as he kept me cumming.

I kept crying out. Fuck, by this point I was screaming. My legs had pretty much lost all feeling as my body was kept in a constant state of trembling. I was useless to this world, catching my breath as I nearly lost consciousness… but I wasn’t going to do that. No, I wasn’t going to do that, not when I had this specimen of a man between my legs, doing god only knows what. I’d seen what he did to Hayley and Clarissa, this wasn’t going to be the last time he’d try to make me cum with his mouth, and I wanted to be awake for that. So, I forced my eyes open, wanting to curse them for only being capable of fluttering softly as my vision slowly came back. When things became clear, I saw that Mr Hobbs hadn’t moved an inch. He looked up at me, smiling smugly with a face that now glistened with my juices.

“Never told me you were a gusher, little girl,” he chided, slowly curling and uncurling his finger inside of me.

I moaned, a low, spasmodic sound as my body jolted from the aftermath of the orgasm. “You never fucking asked…”

“True,” Mr Hobbs laughed, licking my clit. “But I've become pretty fucking good at eating pussy, haven’t I?”

“Yeah…” I admitted, still in some awe that the brute between my legs was this capable at giving that kind of pleasure. “Fuck… where’d you learn that?”

“I am a man of means,” he replied, arrogant and proud as ever.

“Fuck…” I groaned, reaching up and cupping my puffy tits. “I can see why you’re so popular with my colleagues.”

“And don't forget your girlfriend too. I’m going to make you pay for coming over here, Abigail… but before that, I’m going to make you cum a few more times, make sure you’re nice and wet before I fuck you,” Mr Hobbs said, pressing his finger into my g-spot again, making me kick my right leg unconsciously.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” I murmured. “But I’m already soooo wet, Daddy…”

The word still felt strange coming from my lips, but saying it made goosebumps break out on my skin and hardened my nipples like nothing else. Maybe there was something to it after all, at least with Mr Hobbs…

“Heh,” he chuckled. “You’re not bad, but I’ll make you wetter.”

Sighing, I replied, “If you say soooOOOOOOOOOO!”

Mr Hobbs began making good on his promise, as he resumed eating my pussy, and made me cum, a lot. The immediate aftermath of that first squirting orgasm was, and still is for that matter, hazy as hell, but I know I counted three orgasms in there before my senses fully left me, and they were every bit as strong as the first one. Stronger, probably. I remember a lot of cursing, a lot of feeling like I was floating before it felt like I’d gotten hit by the world’s hottest bolt of lightning, and a lot of looking down into his eyes, seeing his unbearably cocky confidence and finding it painfully sexy. I remember the aftermath of one devastating climax, by this point I’d lost all count and was wondering just how he had this much fucking stamina. If he was trying to take me to my limit, he’d found it. Not many people could boast that.

I put my hands on his shoulders, moaning, “Mr Hobbs… fuck… okay, you won… that’s… god… that’s amazing… no, fuck, better than amazing… if my head weren’t all fuzzy right now, I could tell you all the words you are that are better than amazing, but, holy fuck, you got me. I don’t have words.”

I laughed at that thought. I never usually lacked words, but with him, fuck, there I was.

“Heh,” Mr Hobbs chuckled.

With my eyes still closed, I felt him get up and start moving. That wasn’t enough to make me open my eyes yet, but feeling his lips on my stomach certainly did. They were firm and moist, kissing their way up my body as his rough stubble scratched me. It was a sensation between pain and tickling, enough to make me giggle and open my eyes as he worked his way up my body.

I was seized by a sudden, intense feeling of anticipation… but also dread, I think. Even as his lips closed over my nipples, first suckling and licking at my right nipple, then my left, where he playfully nibbled on my elongated bringing me pleasure that made me moan lustfully, I was aware that this man was enormous. As he climbed over me, I fully began to understand that I was about to be fucked by a giant with a huge cock, one who could do pretty much whatever he wanted in this position. While a little frightening, it was also undeniably thrilling as he continued to climb over me.

I’d known for a while that this was how it was going to end… shit, maybe I knew it even before I got here. I told myself that I was going to come here to make sure I stood up for Hayley and get what I was owed, but didn’t part of me think all along that I was going to end up in this exact position, getting fucked into oblivion and looking every bit the cum-drunk whore like all the other girls who stumbled out of here?

Finally, his face was above mine, just as I felt his cock sliding between my utterly soaked inner thighs and graze against my pussy lips. It was the lightest touch, but enough to send tingles through my body and drive me wild. Fuck, he might be old but he looked good. His muscles, so defined and tense, and that face, looking so perfectly smug and cocky, almost drenched by my juices. Mr Hobbs was a conquering hero who was about to get laid yet again, and all I could do was smile up at him like a giddy schoolgirl and speak in a cutesy voice.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Daddy?” I asked sweetly.

Nodding slowly, he smirked. “Oh yeah. I was thinking about doing exactly that, Princess… but first say your piece to the camera.”

Again that look passed between us, the one that was past blind lust, that look of trust and understanding between two people who knew how this all really worked, that fleeting glance he gave to make sure I was okay and wanted all of this before we got truly filthy. I cocked my head slightly in acknowledgment, in thanks for the closest to gentleness we would get.

That glance disappeared quickly, overtaken by that dark, delicious malevolence that he had. With little gentleness and never-ending want, he pushed forward, pressing his cockhead against my entrance forcefully. Part of me hoped that because of how wet I was and relaxed my body felt after all of those orgasms he had given me, that this would be easy, that he would just pop right in, stretch me exquisitely, and that we would both have a lot of fun. Of course, when a pussy as tight as mine and a battering ram as thick as he had hanging between his legs, easy was never going to be in the cards. I looked at the camera pointing at me, I was captured in its frame, naked, my legs wide open on the bed with Andrew between them, holding himself above me on his muscular arms.

“My name is Abigail. I am twenty-five years old and… I agree to take Mr Hobbs as my lover. I willingly consent to what is about to happen to me… in this bed,” echoing Hayley's words to him.

“Perfect, my little Princess.”

As I looked down between us, I saw his large cock dangle just above my awaiting pussy, I pushed my hips up to meet him, and I felt the head of his dick touch me. I gasped slightly and whimpered. With my legs spread wide, he slowly lowered himself, softly laying on me. I began to quiver as the warmth of his flesh caused my pussy to ache much more. As I felt his length rest on my hot, wet labia, which began to open spontaneously. I embraced his upper body in my arms and pulled him onto me fully as I humped my pelvis up into him, grinding my pussy on his cock, hoping I could get him to slip it into me.

As I panted and squirmed under him in a heated frenzy, Andrew smiled and started to press against me harder, forcing his dick to slip up and down my slippery slit. I could hear him begin to groan with pleasure.

Holding onto him tightly, I whispered in his ear... "Fuck me, please Daddy, fuck me," I said breathlessly over and again. And as I started to lose myself, tears began to stream from me. I felt an overload of conflicting emotions and began to cry as I thought of Hayley and how she simply gave herself to this monster to further her career. Two could play at that game. My tears were also in anticipation of the rampant fornication that was about to occur, and how my heart ached for this married man to put his dick inside of me. 

I suddenly felt my married boss lift his hips and reach down between his legs; the head of his big dick moved to my hole, poised to enter. And as he steadied himself, we looked into each other's eyes as he gently lowered his big hard throbbing cockhead between my pouting labia. I had never wanted a man inside me so desperately.

Grunting, he pressed into me, pulling back and pushing forward, thrusting at my entrance but making very little progress. It felt great, of course, with a cockhead that thick trying to get inside, feeling my lips try to wrap around it and make this happen. Looking up at him, I stared in awe at his muscular body, and at that look of intense concentration on his face as he grunted and kept going with his short, quick thrusts that rocked my entire body.

“Fuck, Abby… you’re so tight!” he laughed, his voice distinctly annoyed.

“You’ve fucked me before…” I grunted, trying to let him in. “You can fucking do it…”

“I have. I should thank you for introducing me to… this.” Mr Hobbs laughed, pushing forward again and making little progress.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” I moaned, closing my eyes and trying to will myself to open. 

I felt the huge head of his manhood perfectly line up for our intercourse, and held my breath. This time, as he pressed his hips down, he began to stretch me open, and as he pushed harder, his slippery, pre-cum dripping slit began to prise apart my vaginal canal with the intense pressure. I heard him groan and breathe deeply as he continued his slow penetration of me.

"I can feel your pussy sucking me in, Princess," he said through his groans of pleasure. I didn't respond as I clenched at his probing member, subtly humping up onto him and felt nothing but pleasure. The teasing sensation of his fully aroused sex organ working upon mine was truly intense. 

“Come on, you can do this… you can do this, come on, fucking do it! Daddy, fuck me, fuck me, do it, put it in me, fuck me with your huge, fucking cock, Daddy! FUCKING FUCK ME DADDY!”

With an angry, challenged grunt, Mr Hobbs pushed forward and I felt a breakthrough. The insane, massive head of his cock was now buried inside of my cunt, along with what felt like an inch or two of cock with it. I looked down between us at the obscene sight, watching that cock stretch my pussy insanely. There was this moment of intense disconnect as I considered the utter insanity of it all, but as my nerves reminded me that they existed, and I was hit by the overwhelming tempest of pleasure and agony, I cried out.

“HOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLYYYYY FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” I screamed, dropping my head back to the bed as my eyes rolled back in my head. Lightning sizzled through my entire body as every nerve ending that could feel pleasure positively exploded, making me shake and shiver as I got used to his enormous penis buried deep in my vagina.

“Yeah? You fucking like that, slut?” he grunted, forcing me to open my eyes and look up at this giant of a man with his cock inside of me. He pushed a little more inside, making both of us hiss.

I pulled him in for a kiss, then declared, “I fucking love it…”

Wrapping my legs around his ass, I pulled him forward, making him bury more of it inside of me. “…and I want it all!”

A brief flash of surprise shot across Mr Hobbs’s face, but that was soon replaced by his usual smug arrogance. Still, for getting him to crack that much, I was pretty fucking proud.

“You want it all, huh?” he grunted, pushing more of his cock into me. “You’re going to wish you never asked for it, little girl…”

Mr Hobbs had already pushed more than half of his cock inside of me, but at my challenge, he pushed the last few inches in with one, final thrust. He dropped that last couple of inches to bury himself into me fully and we both cried out in ecstasy. My eyes flew open, and I think I screamed again and smacked him in the side, but that didn’t stop the fact that I was about as full as I had ever been. I was filled by one of the thickest cocks I had ever seen in my life, its immense girth pushing me to some of the highest peaks of pleasure I had ever known.

My boss was balls deep again in my pussy. The insanity of it all hit me all at once, and as I turned my head to look over at the video camera on its tripod filming this mad act, I laughed. It was a soft sound, a crazed one, but enough that it felt like I had been set free to fully enjoy this unique act of complete and utter debauchery.

Mr Hobbs didn’t care that I was laughing and began slowly thrusting in and out as he acclimatised himself to the pleasures of my tight, young pussy. That worked for us both as I became accustomed to his girth, but within minutes he had worked up to a fast pace. My pussy was deliriously overstimulated as I felt him slide in and out of me, that immense head pushing up against my g-spot with every thrust inward, and while that was its own sort of beautiful thing, it was the sight above me that made me gush.

Mr Hobbs, my boss, was so completely and utterly lost. He was a grunting, rutting beast, fucking down into me without even the slightest hint of mercy. To him, I might have been nothing more than his latest conquest, the most recent slut that he had charmed his way into bed with (even if his charm was brutish in its way), but watching him work was like watching an artist crafting their greatest work. The screwed up concentration in his face, the tension of his muscles, that completely masculine smell of his sweat as he railed me mercilessly… holy fuck was it a turn-on.

But I was more than just another of his girls… no, I was someone special. I was his personal assistant, his mistress, my name was Abigail, and there was no way in hell I was going to let him forget me. I was his first and I would be his last office conquest. I would see to that.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me harder! Give it to me, fuck me harder than you fucked any of those fucking office sluts, I can fucking take it, Daddy!” I cried out, my voice alternating between sickly sweet and the low, throaty growl of that girl from The Exorcist.

He laughed, and continued fucking me hard. “Yeah? You fucking like that, little girl? You think you can fucking take it harder than Hayley? That girl really wants to go places. She was very motivated.”

I grunted as he reached up and started roughly squeezing one of my tits. “It’s not a matter of think… I fucking know I can take it harder… better than any of them… fucking nastier than any of them… you think Hayley is good? Who do you think taught her everything she knows? My pussy will change your mind… my body will change your mind, fuck, I am better than all of those other bitches combined, and by the time we’re finished here, you’ll fucking know it.”

Mr Hobbs looked impressed, kissing me fiercely as he continued pumping into my pussy rapidly. “We’ll see about that… but don’t think that just because you’ve got some ink and some piercings and wear a lot of leather that you know the shit these girls can get up to… I can tell you all sorts of stories that would shock the hell out of you… which of your colleagues like to get tied up, and which ones like to watch. I can tell you who’s into step-fantasies, or being on the receiving end of a golden shower, or even which of your best friends cums the hardest pretending they’re being knocked the fuck up every time I screw them… I’m not telling you to be someone you’re not, because you’re one of the hottest sluts I’ve ever fucked… but if you want beat them on nasty, you’ve got a high bar to clear…”

That was… alright, that was a lot more intense than I had expected to hear of my coworkers. Ryan and Hayley had told me a lot about what kinds of crazy sluts her friends back at school were, but I hadn’t expected anything quite as creative as what he was describing. I may have to re-evaluate things after this.

“Will you be wearing a condom, Daddy?” I asked in my little girl, sing-song voice, “Or do you want to knock me up? I'm not on birth control… and if you want to risk it… I'm willing.” 

“Nice try, Princess. Here…” Mr Hobbs, pulled out and leaned over to open a drawer in the bedside table. He handed me an open packet of condoms.

“Oh but I wanted Daddy's baby!” I whined as I pulled out a condom and tore the edge off the packaging. Upending it into my open palm, I closed my fingers around it. It was slimy in my hands. I really did need to go on birth control but it had been many years since I was on the pill. Rolling it around to find the proper side to use, the lubricant smeared all over my skin. It started to tingle almost immediately and then I had the distinct sensation of my hand warming up. So that's what that little logo meant on the box. Nice!

Satisfied that I had the correct orientation, I focused my attention on Andrew's cock. My, it certainly was a big one and so wide, too. At the base of it, his balls were lying in a soft looking mass of pubic hair. I was certain if he had manscaped, but his pubic hair was relatively short and tidy compared to the wiry bush I remembered from the last time.

With a slight shake of my head to clear my reverie, I reached my hand out toward my boss's cock and gently pressed the circle around the tip of his penis. He flinched from the touch but didn't say anything. When I glanced at his face, I saw him staring at what I was doing, completely frozen. With one hand, I held the condom centered on the tip of his penis. Then I placed a finger on either side of it with my other hand and, as gently as I could, I started to roll the condom down his shaft.

My eyes were glued to my handiwork, watching as the rubbery material slowly covered his penis. Once I was past the head, over the bumpy ridge that connected the rest of his shaft, I let go of the top of the condom. There was a small sac of excess rubber at the tip for catching his sperm. I knew he came in buckets and wondered if it would be enough to hold his potent semen. With a cock of his thickness there was always a chance it might split. Oh well, maybe Thea needs a little brother or sister?

Slowly, using two fingers, I continued to roll the condom toward the bottom of his shaft. My fingers felt quite warm but I wasn't sure if that was from the chemical in the lubricant or the heat from his throbbing cock. Probably a combination of the two.

“How does Daddy want his little Princess?” I mewed, when the condom was in place.

“On your back, little one,” he commanded and I quickly did as I was told, opening my legs and presenting my still gaping pussy to him in invitation.

"Please, Daddy, please fuck me!"

He chuckled and climbed back between my thighs. There I felt his fingers inside me again, stretching me, readying me once more for penetration. His other hand was on my clit. He worked his fingers against my clitty fast. His fingers inside me were roughly plunging. From all the teasing I was primed and in seconds I orgasmed. He thrust three fingers inside me as I did. It hurt a little but not too much; it actually made me cum again. I was a mess by the time I calmed down and I felt his penis, hot and hard, on my vulva, his heavy balls hanging onto my sensitive gash. My employer then laid me on his bed. Taking one leg and then the next, he set them over his shoulders before teasing his cock against my pussy once more.

I was so wet this time that he had no trouble as he began to push into me, only my tightness giving a little resistance. But even that didn't last. Once we were coupled, he fucked me slow and hard. He teased me to the brink of orgasm two before making me beg to cum. I did. I did it with the desperation of any girl in that situation. I wasn't watching his hands. One of his caught mine, holding them above my head as the other reached around me, feeling my ass. I felt him using my natural lubricant on his fingers, teasing my little asshole before slowly sinking in. He worked it in and out until his finger was fully inside my back passage, all whilst slowly grinding his cock into me. I almost came! He worked his finger in there, then a second, stretching me open before pulling out.

“Oh god… fuck… I can still beat ‘em all…” I groaned, feeling the pressure building inside of me. “But, god, don’t fucking stop… please, don’t fucking stop, Daddy… fuck me, Daddy, fuck me harder, I’m gonna cum again soon!”

“Do it… cum for me, slut… come on Daddy’s cock…” he grunted, his hips becoming a blinding blur as he fucked down into me.

I closed my eyes tightly as the pleasure overwhelmed me, my voice an impossibly high whine as I came yet again. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!”

Mr Hobbs didn’t slow down, or even show any acknowledgment of my orgasm beyond a laugh as I gushed around his cock. Fuck, I thought I was coming over here today to show him a thing or two, and here I was, a screaming, mewling little whore who called him “Daddy” getting fucked blind and loving every minute of it.

With Mr Hobbs still fucking me like a machine and every thrust seemingly pushing me closer to the headboard, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on for dear life. In this position, I didn’t seem to have much choice in the matter, I was just along for the insanely pleasurable ride as he worked up a sweat fucking me. I was overcome by the sights, sounds and even his overpoweringly masculine smell, this fuck driving me to, and then past, my limits as he kept fucking away at me. Slowly, the thumb of his free hand feathering my clit. Another orgasm built deep inside of me, one that promised to be fucking apocalyptic if it was set off. I needed a little more work to get there, and maybe a few dirty words…

Grunting, Mr Hobbs panted, “I can't hold on… I’m going to cum inside you little girl… your tight, young twat wants my seed… Daddy is going to give you his cream…  ”

Those words would do. He looked down at me with a determination that I found powerfully erotic, and I knew then and there where I wanted him to cum.

I locked my ankles behind his ass and begged, “Cum inside of me, Daddy, fuck me hard and breed me. Knock up your little girl, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”

“Fuck Abigail,” he grunted, fucking away. “I’m cumming! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!”

Then, in complete contrast, let out the softest, quietest little noise I had ever heard. It was almost a moan but turned into a sigh. I felt my boss's cock give a ticking little pulse. Then I felt it as a powerful squirt of white fluid suddenly flooded the flappy tip of the condom. Then another. And another after that. I felt the condom grow like a tiny balloon, filling with his cum. He was shaking slightly, but his muscles were still rigid. The feeling of his hot cum filling the rubber to breaking point, pumping deep within me as he tried to give me every last drop, set me off with another orgasm. I came screaming, trembling and tightening my grip on him as my pussy muscles let loose, spasming and encouraging the spunk from him.

Finally, his testicles empty, he slowed down, nearly collapsing onto me as he claimed my mouth with his again. He was a good kisser, maybe not the most skilled, but certainly enthusiastic. After a fuck like that, with how turned on I still was, I had no problem just lying there for a moment, making out with this conquering hero as I released my arms and legs from around his body.

Mr Hobbs climbed off of me, rolling onto his back next to me. Panting, he said, “I don’t know about you little girl, but that was pretty fucking alright for me!”

Pretty fucking alright? Oh no. Oh, no, no, no, you don’t just have some mind-blowing, life-changing sex like that and call it pretty fucking alright. I was better than that, and even if his hand felt really good as it reached over and squeezed my tit, and I was enjoying indulging my submissive side, and… where was I? Oh, right, I was cum drunk and distractible, and I guess I still am while I write this…

Right, that’s where I was! Even if he really did things for me that I never expected to feel, I still felt motivated to show him that I was the best he’d ever have. So, I laughed. It was a loud, clipped bark, a laugh of mocking.

“Oh? Was that really the best you’ve got?” I asked, challenging him.

Mr Hobbs raised an eyebrow at me. “I know you didn’t just tell me I could do better, little girl.”

“Oh, I know that you could do better. You were just giving me the treatment you give all those other office sluts from Imagine This, and, yeah, it feels pretty fucking good, and I came a lot, and you came, but, come on, you barely broke a sweat. You were going easy on me because you were afraid that you might break me,” I said.

He growled. “I gave you more than that.”

“I know what you gave me, and, yeah, like I said, it was fucking great, but you can do better than fucking great. I know you can do better, you know you can do better, so why are we fucking around like this when you and I both know that this body…” I said, waving my hands down my delectable form, “…deserves more than you gave me?”

I looked down at his cock, which although only semi-erect, still looked impossibly hard and full, even with what we had just done. His condom, stretched by his immense girth, hung limply from his penis, the end bulging with his creamy load. I thought that the barrier on his dick would keep it from being too intimate. I wanted some separation between us. I was so very wrong. Never in a million years would I have picked this man to bed me. But in that moment, filled with the promise of the power he could bestow upon me, the wealth and the lust I felt for him… I wanted him. And I didn't want him to need anyone else but me.

I gripped his softening member and began to gently pull the condom off.

“I want this as a gift… a little memento… is that okay?” I asked, smiling.

Mr Hobbs laughed, “Sure, it's a bit weird but it's of no use to me now.” 

So as I pulled at the end of the condom with one hand while I unrolled the base with my other, feeling the girth of Andrew's impressive penis, both of us were grinning.

The condom finally came off with a snap and I tied it off and placed it on the bedside table for later. 

Andrew's eyes blazed with a silent lust. I smiled at him, making sure to keep my grin equal parts cute and innocent, as well as cocky. The cocky look worked so well for him, and I thought it might work in response just as well.

“You're doing this on purpose… you’re a firecracker… unpredictable… dangerous.”

“I want us to do this regularly, Mr Hobbs. I want to be the only woman you need. Let me be who you want me to be? I can be a slut, an innocent schoolgirl, a confident dominatrix… I'm flexible. I'm not one dimensional like your other office conquests.”

“They all wanted something from me. What do you want Abigail? A pay rise, you've got it! You more than deserve it.”

“I just want to be more than just your personal assistant… make me your executive assistant?”

Mr Hobbs licked his lips, then grinned back at me. “Maybe you deserve that too?”

“No maybe to it,” I said, crawling up onto my very shaky hands and knees and looking right into the camera. I flexed my ass for him, wanting to drive him on, and give him a view of my cum-oozing and beautifully defiled vagina, “Fuck me sensless to seal the deal. I want to pass out. I want you to fuck me that hard.”

"Are you sure you want that, Abigail?"

I smiled into the camera for him and nodded my head, laying myself down flat on my back and spreading my thin muscular legs wide for him. He stared at my under-developed body lustfully. My breasts were actually perfectly shaped, just tiny, and topped with a beautiful puffy nipple. I think he was genuinely surprised at his own sexual attraction to my unusual looks. A pretty little gothic princess was what he needed in his life, not some old woman or the airheads from work. His eyes feasted on my tattooed nude form.

He pulled another condom foil from the box, and looked down at his naked employee and began to rub the thick bulb up and down my shiny wet slit. There wasn't a single hair on it. No, I hadn't shaved there. There just wasn't any hair. Another genetic blessing I supposed. There wasn’t a single hair growing anywhere around my opening. I did prefer to let my pubes grow and often sculpted them into one shape or another but yesterday… I had shaved myself bare, I guess in some response to Hayley. I know she prefered it bare, as did my colleagues. I needed to compete with them, second guessing, from now on I just needed to be me.

Finally he started to get hard. I knew that in his head he didn't want to fuck me, but in his heart, he could feel his sexual appetite growing. This was so fucking taboo and he knew it. He was in a position of power, my boss and he was married to a woman who was working, saving lives at the hospital. His five year old daughter was playing across the street and her father was playing with her babysitter. He pushed his big thick dick gently against my tiny wet slit. I pulled my hips back just a bit.

"Oh, aren't you going to put a rubber on, Daddy"?

"Don't worry Abigail, I will put condom on before I fuck your brains out, just not right now..."

I smiled. He just couldn't help it. He loved my body. l was much prettier naked than he expected, more than a match for those office bimbo's. My puffy little nipples and budding breasts were like a secret weapon, and helped quite a bit, but not enough to get him as hard as I needed him to be to get that condom over his wriggly bulbous cockhead. I also knew, despite it being so very wrong, I would let him take me bareback and give his sperm free access to my eggs. Being a pregnant executive assistant would give more power than any other woman in the office. I'd have his secret baby and take half his fucking company. 

He continued to rub the head on my slick opening, but try as he might, whenever he pulled away to put the rubber on, he began to soften quickly. He just couldn't quite stay hard enough to roll the rubber over his thick bulb.

"When was your period, Abigail?"

"It ended the Saturday before last"

Eleven days ago. Figuring my period ran four or five days, it meant I had ovulated yesterday or the day before. I was fertile as hell. But he had to fuck me. There was no stopping him now. At my fertile time, when one little mistake would mean incredible consequences. The stakes were high but… I could have a baby. I probably should have had a baby now that I was past twenty five. Ryan was never going to be good father material but Mr Hobbs… now he was a real man… and imagine the child support payments! I am sure I could also easily replace his wife and even bring up Thea, she was a good kid. I'd keep my boss satisfied and keep all those sluts at work at bay.

Andrew looked lost in his own thoughts. It was as if I could see the same vision; His tiny executive assistant's little belly beginning to bulge with his baby flashed through his mind. Much to his surprise, his cock twitched and began to swell. Yes! He wanted what I wanted. His body yearned for reproductive intercourse. His cock throbbed at the illicit imagery, the danger, and he looked ready to commit to his adultery even if it resulted in an illegitimate child. I would give him a boy, strong like him, he was ready to embrace our procreation.

He needed me, my child like body swelling with his child. With a angry acceptance of his imminent infidelity in his expression, he drooled his saliva onto his fat knob and lodged it between the thin wet lips of my pussy. Then he began to push just a bit and slide it up and down. It was now rock hard with the thought of pumping a baby into his little employee’s tummy. He felt my pussy lips begin to part under the slight pressure he was exerting, almost half of his cockhead was lodged between them. Now his penis was aching to enter me as I writhed and moaned seductively beneath him.

Then I heard his voice, speaking as if someone else were controlling it.

"I need to feel it… Daddy wants to put it inside his little Princess…"

"Nooooo Daddy! Not bare! I don't want to get pregnant…" I contested weakly, smiling up at the brute as he positioned himself over me once more, and I turned to the camera, “I thought we were going to only have protected sex?”

"Just let me put it in bare for a minute Abigail, then I'll put the rubber on."

He continued to stroke and push as my tiny slit got wetter and wetter.

"No… Oh Daddy… Okay… just… you tease me but don’t put it in me. You can rub it on the outside bare but only the tip," I whispered, roleplaying a virginal schoolgirl for him.

That put the fire back in his eyes. He rubbed the thick knob harder against my tiny clit and I began to squirm and push back against his throbbing rod.

"Just the head Princess... I promise just the head. I won't get any of my sperm inside you."

"But you’re bare, Mr hobbs..." my little whimper trailed off as I pushed back against his rock hard cock, almost engulfing the head in my slick wet opening. "Do you want me to have our baby, Sir?" I gasped softly.

"I promise I'll only put it in a little bit... just once, then I'll take it right back out"

I moaned and slowly nodded my head. I had him. "Just the head Daddy... Just once."

"Spread your legs nice and wide for me, little girl," he said, rubbing my pussy.

I rotated my hips up ninety degrees and did the splits. It might have looked uncomfortable, but I had been in gymnastics so long I could hold this position all day. Mr Hobbs used my own oozing necar as lubrication on the head of his dick and lined up on my vulva, his thick hard penis pointing straight down toward the bed.

"Hold it open for me, Abby," he whispered and pushed gently.

I reached down with my fingers and spread my wet labia wide.

He pushed harder.

Then I felt it. My thin labia began to part, and the tight ring of his little employee's vagina snapped down over the thick bulbous glans of his penis.

Bare.

That thought had barely gone through my head when I felt Andrew enter me again. It was amazing. I felt the warmth of his skin and the hardness beneath it penetrate deep into me. He pushed in with one slow but steady thrust and when he was fully in I could feel little explosions in the nerve endings within my pussy.

I had been staring at that dark shaft pushing into me but then I looked up to see him looking back into my eyes. He was all in. A spark ignited inside me and I knew, knew in that second, that he knew that this was not going to be a one-time thing. I was his in whatever capacity he wanted me, but more importantly… he was mine.

"Take me."

"You better fucking believe I am going to," he replied in the deep baritone I had only heard when he was lost to his lust.

"Are you going to claim my pussy, Daddy?" I asked him, in my most coquettish voice.

"Oh, it's mine already. I'm not sure how your girlfriend is going to feel about it, but I knew once that condom came off that there would be no further question about it. You belong to me."

That works both ways, I said to myself, smiling. "So… do you intend to cum in me?"

"Oh, lord. Is that what you want, baby girl? You want my seed in your slutty little pussy?"

"Right now it's the only thing in the world that I want for sure," I mewed. But Andrew withdrew his fuck tool from my needy vagina.

“Fuck, Abigail… I'm married…”

“So? I have a girlfriend… we're both adults here. I know what I'm letting myself in for.”

“You're a dangerous little girl.”

“You like dangerous little girls,” I countered and Mr Hobbs’ resolve weakened.

I groaned at the rich sensation of my boss's penis entering me. I let out a little yelp as he began stretching my tight pussy and he stopped pushing in, and said "Are you ok?" There was no doubt now he had a very hard cock. 

“Sometimes life is all about taking risks…” he murmured and started to push deeper, and it became a little uncomfortable, painful even as he started stretching me even more. Panting harder now as the pain and pleasure increased. I tried to relax, and told myself I could do it, that this is what I wanted. I was in my mid-twenties and I knew I could make him mine but then the reality of our situation got to me and I broke first, demanding "Mr Hobbs, please stop! Take it out or you'll cum inside me!" 

He withdrew the huge organ from my body, and I immediately started rubbing my stretched, pouting pussy.

"See little girl? You're just like the others. You really want this don't you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded automatically.

He smiled and we both watched as his glans parted my labia like curtains and then he held still for me to get used to the feeling of his massive tool inside me.

My eyes widened at the sight. My tight inner labia formed a perfect pink ring around the darker flesh of Andrew's shaft. His entire glans was inside me.

"Mmmmm Abigail it feels so good to be inside you, bareback. Let me feed your tight little pussy my entire baby maker," he groaned and pulled back out of me, rubbing the head up and down my shiny slit and over the little bud of my clitoris before popping it back into me again.

"Oooooooh Daddy, you'll get me pregnant," I moaned as he popped the head into me over and over again, rubbing the shiny glans on my clit after each delicious pop.

"Hmmm… it would feel so good to cum inside you, Abigail... Just let me tease you with my cockhead a few more times... I'll stop when you tell me to."

"Oooooh Daddy! So good... just a few more times..."

"Just a few more times Princess, I promise."

He wanted me to think he was just rubbing it on the outside and popping the head in like he promised me, but I knew he had other plans. I felt his dick sinking into me just a little bit deeper each time until the head and about three inches of his incredible meat were sliding in and out of me with each stroke.

"You said just the head Daddy!" I whimpered, meekly.

“I did, didn't I, slut?” He smiled an evil smile and rubbed that huge cock on my pussy again, and then started to push it in me. I opened more easily this time, and I felt my pussy allowing the large invader inside. He pulled my tight little butt up toward his pelvis and began to sink into his little girl deeply.

Slowly inch after inch of thick cock entered my tight pussy and he looked like a man possessed; All thoughts of infidelity and the possible consequences of having his huge bare penis inside me were gone. He started to withdraw before pushing back into me again, he was going to fuck his baby into me! Deeper and deeper he sank into me until he hit my cervix. Again another painful moment and I still didn't feel him all the way against me and soon I stopped thinking about anything but Andrew’s huge cock that was now slowly thrusting into me. It was amazing, his long deep strokes sent my body over the edge as I had another orgasm. 

He knew I was cumming on that huge cock, and took advantage to thrust harder into me. My pussy gave in and allowed more of his massive rock hard cock to penetrate me as I fluttered around him. I felt his large balls starting to slap my ass as he began pounding me deep, and fast. I could only hold on to his hips as he took my pussy as his own. This was fucking unprotected sex!

"Hayley is no lesbian,” he panted, “and neither are you. You prefer a real man's cock in your little pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, fuck my tight pussy with that big dick, Mr Hobbs!"

I had given in to him completely, and forgot all about any pain I was in as this huge cock fucked me. He talked so dirty. This perfect man was impaling me with his massive organ, and saying.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"It's yours! Are we fucking now Daddy? You said you would wear a rubber? Are you going to fuck your baby into me?"

"Mmmm yes Abigail we're fucking now. Just a few nice deep strokes little girl... Mmmm you feel sooooo good... Just a few more strokes Princess, then I'll put the rubber on."

"I don’t mind getting pregnant, Daddy? Oh Daddy, you do want to knock me up don't you?”

"Don't worry Abigail, I'll pull out before I cum. I won't get any of my sperm in you, I promise… I promise I’ll stop… I promise I’ll pull out before I cum!"

"Awwww…. Do you promise Daddy? Promise?"

"Mmmmm yes little girl, I promise."

I began to relax and let Mr Hobbs drive his thick juicy prick into me bare. Soon he was fully embedded in his ‘little girl’. Some men were so easy to play.

"It's too big Daddy" I whimpered softly, playing to the camera, as he began to tenderly stroke his thick powerful cock smoothly into his little employee, until the head gently nuzzled the bottom of my vagina. I was moaning and writhing, pushing my hips up to meet his gentle thrusts.

"Is this how you fucked Thea into her Mommy's tummy, Daddy?" I said, trying to play with his emotions, putting images of his loved ones before him, challenging him to stop… for them. He didn’t, he simply rose to the challenge.

"Mmmm almost Princess. Move your hips in a little circle for me, just like your girlfriend did," he countered. My tactic backfired against me. Now images of my cheating lover overwhelmed me, she fucked him in this very bed and I felt jealousy at Hayley’s betrayal.

"Like this Daddy?" I smiled and began to slowly rotate my tight little butt. my velvety wet slit was absolutely crushing his big fat dick. I pressed my puffy little nipples against his chest.

"Fuck yes Abigail, just like that. You're making Daddy's dick feel like it belongs inside you."

"Am I doing it as good as Hayley?"

"Better sweetie, so much better. You're already making Daddy want to cum."

"YOu don’t need to pull out… or put a condom on… just give it to me harder than you fucked that cheating slut," I whispered.

He continued stroking slowly in and out of me, giving me time to compare how much thicker his cock was than Ryan’s. I was going to need to kick that boy to the curb.

"Mmmmmm yes Daddy, fuck me nice and slow," I moaned in his ear.

The walls of my pussy were silky, slick, and deliciously tight and he struggled to control his tempo. He definitely had a thing for little girls, and I was so much prettier naked than he ever thought I could be, with my slim athletic body and puffy little nipples.

Now that he had his bare dick embedded in me, he had forgotten all about his wife and the possibility of conceiving with his little one time receptionist. He was lightly kissing my cervix with the fat knob of his cock and getting ready to blow his load in my tight wet pussy. And a huge load it was going to be. I could feel the fullness in his balls. Ready. Waiting. Soon he would release their heavy burden deep inside his ‘little girl’ and my plan would have to be brought forward. I had already decided I was okay with that.

My narrow hips were gyrating wildly now. He looked down at the spot where his bare dick disappeared into my smooth hairless mound. The thin inner labia clung to his thick meaty rod in a perfectly round ring every time he pulled back, the fat shaft gleaming with my juices.

"Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me!" I squealed.

My tight little body began to shudder, my eyes rolled up in my head.

"Daddy… Daddy I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" I moaned loudly.

He felt the walls of my tiny vagina begin to spasm, sending ripples up from my opening to my cervix, milking his steaming prick. He froze inside me, desperately fighting back the tingling in the head of his cock. Come on! Let go! 

“Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you, slut?” He panted.

“Please cum inside me, Daddy?” I squealed, my pussy fluttering around his magnificent manhood, desperate to draw out his DNA and combine it with my own.

“No! I promised you the best fuck of your life, not to go home with my baby growing inside you…” He was smiling, but his expression had softened. Maybe he wouldn't be putting his baby in me right now, but he was definitely considering the idea.

"I'm sorry Mr Hobbs," I said, scooting up the bed, "I knew you wouldn't be up to the challenge, today…"

“Not today…” he breathed, his cock dripping precum, throbbing menacingly. He looked at me, confliction and confusion warping his senses. He was trying to come to terms with it. With what he wanted. With what he needed. With what I could provide him with… more than Hayley… more than those office sluts… more than his wife.

"I need to learn an important lesson, don't I Daddy?" I reached forwards, took a finger with my French tipped nail and rubbed the tip of his head. "Your cock is so big. Maybe you should punish me with it?"

He swallowed hard. Fighting his need to breed me. My hand continued to explore. Tiny fingers inched their way down to the base of his penis and then I gripped him. my little hand made a fist and squeezed his shaft. Blood throbbed in his cock veins. "It's so thick and warm." My eyes were wide with amazement. "What does this feel like to you Daddy?"

"Abby, your touch is incredible," he groaned from my caress and reached both his hands out and gently squeezed my nipples. Cupping them in each hand I barely filled up his palms but my skin was so tight, like I was budding from puberty.

"May I put a condom on you now, Daddy?"

"Just do it! Then I’m going to fuck you senseless, little girl," he said, clearly frustrated and disappointed with himself.

I reached into the condom box and pulled out another sealed square. I tore into it with no problems as Andrew’s cock still stood erect directly in my face. I squeezed the tip of the condom and placed the circle on my employer's throbbing member. Then I unrolled it, all the way to the base. My eyes glistened with excitement as I admired my handy work.

"There you go, Sir. Will that do?" I asked when I had completed my task.

"Yes Abigail, you did a fine job." He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. "You're such a good little girl."

I stared up at him with my childlike eyes. "Daddy, I'm going to give you the best fuck of your life… but you're right… I want something.”

“What do you want Abby?”

“Me and you… doing this… exclusively. I can be the only lover you need and you know I can satisfy you. If you keep fucking all the women at work then your wife will find out and you will have nothing. Let me be your secret? Let me be what you need. Let's have a secret affair? I will keep you safe… Daddy." I was so innocent, and this only seemed to turn him on more.

"You'll make a fine personal assistant, Abby, always looking out for me," Andrew said in a soothing voice as he stroked my head, "You more intelligent that you look and that does make you dangerous. You were always such a fast learner."

"You really think so Daddy?"

"Yes Princess. But… you often make sense… and your proposal makes sense. I agree to your terms." Mr Hobbs lifted my chin up so that he could lean over and kiss my round lips. His eyes, filled with so many worries, seemed to soften as our mouths met, sealing the deal. Kissing away all our fears.

“What about Hayley and the other office sluts?”

“You're right, I don't need them. You need to dump, Hayley by the way, she's lying to you and just using you,” he laughed.

“I know… you really need to divorce your wife!”

“No,” he said seriously, “I love her… and Thea.”

“I love Thea too… if you get tired of committing adultery and want to make our arrangement official.”

“That's an interesting offer. I'll keep it in mind, little girl.”

Andrew’s lips slightly brushed mine and I responded by pressing harder against him, willing him to drink of my essence. This was more than just adultery. I could tell he knew that but his raging body wasn't listening. He didn't care. He didn't realise it but I had already won. My eyes closed as I gave myself to him. He tossed the thought of this being taboo out of his mind and lustfully grabbed me up off of the bed. While in his arms he pressed his lips hard upon mine and hungrily ate me up. I tried to respond to his passion, my boss was back in control and lavished kiss upon kiss upon me. Powerfully plunging his tongue inside my mouth the way he wanted to thrust his cock into me. He was so strong and I felt so small in his arms. There was no denying how much he wanted to have his ‘little girl’.

"Oh Daddy," I finally gasped, "I'm burning up inside. You’re stretching my Princess parts. My heart won't stop pounding. What are you doing to me?"

With his eyes blazing wildly, he flung me to the bed and climbed on top of me. "This afternoon, Princess, I’m going to make you my woman." 

“Just take me, Mr Hobbs. Make me a slut for your gorgeous cock and fuck me hard.”

He kissed me as he pushed me down onto the bed and I opened my legs wide for him to give him complete access to my body and allow him to use me in any way he desired. I looked down as he positioned himself between my thighs and I marvelled at the magnificent condom straining cock standing proud in front of him, its swollen purple head looking angry and ready to attack my pussy. I had no wish to deny him so I reached down, took his thick meat in my hand and guided him to my slippery opening.

“Give it to me Daddy, I want you to fuck me like you’ve always wanted to fuck a woman. I’ll be a good girl. You’re protected now so just fuck me,' I demanded.

“Let's get this good and deep into you then,” he smiled as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and rammed his entire length into me in one magical stroke of his cock. He was certainly deeper like this and I doubt I could have taken this much of him the first time but I was well fucked by now and he'd started to make my tight young pussy his own. This time my body welcomed him without protest and my pussy moulded itself around him and greedily clung to every part of his delectable shaft. Again and again he rammed his thick cock home and each time I felt the large helmet of his cock hit the back of my passage, I quivered as he literally pumped me closer and closer to release. Having my legs over his shoulders like this while he fucked me made me totally submissive to his pounding thrusts and I really enjoyed feeling him take his pleasure from me like I was his slut. It was a role he quickly adapted to once he realised I was enjoying his masculine dominance. I was 'respectable' to everyone who knew me at the office but this was just me, and I wanted to be anything but respectable while I was with Andrew Hobbs, CEO of Imagine This.

He drove himself into me again and again, hard and deep, making my pussy burn with lust. Every time he pulled out of me I clenched his shaft with my muscles and when he thrust his cock back into me, I relaxed to welcome him home. I desperately wanted him to cum for me again but having shot a huge load already, he was in no rush. My own orgasm ripped through my entire body, sending me into convulsions of delirium as the pleasure washed over me in wave after wave of orgasmic delight every time I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my passage. His cock was bathed in my juices as I came all over him while he continued to fuck me senseless.

Just as my orgasm started to subside, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty without him and moved me onto all fours. I could barely lift my head off the pillow and had barely started to come to terms with reality again when he impaled me on his rampant cock in one powerful thrust and I was once again his. He had a firm hold of my hips so that as he drove forward, he also pulled me back onto him. At no point in my life had I ever felt a cock so deep inside me. My pussy was stretched to the limit around his thick shaft so it was like being turned inside out and then back again every time he moved out of me and then drove back into my depths. I was sure I could feel the swollen head of his cock in my tummy but all I could do was push back against him to meet each thrust and take as much of him inside me as I could.

Again I could feel my orgasm start to build and I was a slave to the magic his magnificent manhood was giving me.

“Oh Sir, I'm going to cum again!” I screamed. 'Don't stop! Make me cum. Let's cum together, Daddy!”

Just as I was getting lost in the ecstasy of his pounding cock he surprised me by rubbing my exposed bum hole with his thumb. It was depraved but also surprisingly pleasurable as it pushed me over the edge. I squirted hard on him, coating his marauding cock with my copious fluids. I felt utterly spent but I still needed his seed to be released.

“I need your cum Daddy; I need you to cum for me and fill me with your hot potent sperm,” I demanded.

My legs were spread open and I felt the pressure of my Boss's cock on my loose vaginal opening. I tingled as my clear liquid seeped out of my excited hole lubricating my new lover's head.

“Make me into your woman, Daddy. Fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before,  cum again and again like this sweet little slut deserves, okay?” I challenged, looking back over my shoulder at him.

He gripped my ass with both of his hands, squeezing and flexing it a bit, before he silently lined his cock up with my pussy. Grunting, he pushed his cock into me, hard, and didn’t stop until he was buried balls deep in me yet again.

What proceeded from that point was some of the most savage fucking I had experienced in my entire life. Mr Hobbs and me, we were two fucking machines designed for this exact purpose, going at each other in some of the roughest, nastiest sex that I could imagine. If he was an unstoppable force, I meant to be the immovable object, never giving up and never breaking down as he fucked me at this insane pace. I may have been calling him “Daddy” because it felt good and it made him fuck me harder, but I wasn’t going to break down like any of those little office sluts he had in those videos he showed me.

By the second time he came in my cunt, he’d pulled me up from all fours and gripped my throat in one of those big hands. Not enough to choke me, but certainly hard enough to keep my attention. No doubt with the two of us in this position, we made for one hell of a sight as we came together. I stared into the camera, making sure it got the best side of my orgasm as I screamed and gushed on his cock.

If he was hoping for a breather, I chose not to give him one, immediately pulling away from him so I could suck his cock and keep it from going down. I carefully removed his soiled condom, bulging with his semen, tied it off and placed it with his friend on the night table. Mr Hobbs looked surprised as I kept his cock rock hard, and when I knew he was ready again, I tore open another condom packet and slipped it the rubber over his still hard throbbing cock. 

I held him close as his hands continued to caress everywhere while kissing me passionately. Meanwhile, I wrapped my legs around his waist aligning my pussy perfectly to his hard cock urging him to slide in, but he continued his slow teasing on my clit with its head; making my head spin with tiny tremors of pleasure.

Putting me out of my misery, he slid inside me, his cock now a perfect fit for my stretched little pussy, slowly. Inch by inch. I gasped at the sensations. He buried himself to the root; and started to move with long measured strokes. God, he was sinking so deep but the tempo is so slow; creating a rhythm that is blowing my mind with ecstatic pleasure. I relaxed my legs on his waist to allow him to sink deeper. Then he changed the angle, and I lost myself in pleasure.

"What do you want, little girl?" he asked, breathing heavily, this was already more of a work out than he had ever expected.

"Fuck me, Sir. Even harder!" I breathlessly screamed my response to him.

He continued to move hard and fast, and then rose up, supporting himself on his hands. I closed my eyes, relishing in the pleasure and that was why I didn't see his move until he was upon me:

He put his hand on my neck and squeezed. Hard. Choking me. My eyes flew open, surprised; but he didn't give me time to acclimate myself to the sensation. He squeezed harder, and I felt panic overwhelm me, I couldn't breathe. I looked at him trying to convey that; but he squeezed harder, adding more pressure.

I felt lightheaded and all thoughts vanished from my mind except for the need for oxygen. My senses were on fire, my nerve endings tingling, everything suddenly feeling so much more intense. I started struggling. I reached on to his hand around my neck and tried to pry it off, but his grip on me is iron tight.

At this point my vision became red, so I started punching him instead. I didn't know how much time passed but my fight was more desperate; hitting his forearms and chest; he did his best to duck some of my blows. Suddenly, he removed his hand on my neck, smiling down upon me in victory.

I push myself up on my elbows beneath him, trying as hard as I can to draw in a much needed breath. My head was spinning and I was overwhelmed with sensations as I felt his finger on my very hot and extended clit. The onslaught of my first breath after the denial, then the sensations on my clit and the deep thrust of his cock inside me made me cum hard. I screamed at the top of my head. Struggling to breath and feeling my body fall into oblivion, like I had been thrown off a cliff; squirting impossibly all over his thick, throbbing cock.

Then it became too much, and I tried to push him away so that I could get control of my body. He wouldn't have it though; he pushed me back on the bed gently and held me down onto it with his hand back on my neck. Not choking this time, but just holding me still. His strumming fingers on my clit were still present making my orgasm go on and on.

"Fuuuuck… Daddy! No more, please! Let me breathe." I begged him, my eyes watering with tears as a result of being overwhelmed.

He reduced his fingering but did not stop thrusting. I was panting at this point, Mr Hobbs thrust one more time and then withdrew with a guttural groan. I looked at my image in his camera then shifted my gaze to him. His eyes were soft on me and so tender. I could not believe he had choked me. It was just wrong that his complete domination of my body resulted in me squirting on his cock.

He didn't say anything and neither did I but I did know I needed to take back control. I moved from beneath him and climbed on top, straddling him in reverse. I leaned over so he and the camera could see my tight hole. His cock was between my legs, grazing my pussy. I was wet, but that wasn't where I would be getting fucked. He pushed a finger into my ass and I moaned. He fucked me with it slowly before adding another, opnng up my forbidden passage.

"Mmmm, this hole is still so tight… but my cock can help sort that problem out. Abigail,  it belongs inside you," he said and I moaned as he did so. He pulled his fingers from my clinging anal cavity and I whimpered at the loss,  “I’m going to have to fuck this cute ass of yours at some point.”

"You’re every little girl's dream, Daddy," I begged. Next thing I knew he was pulling his cock back and pressing the head onto my slippery vagina.

"Oh, I can be a nightmare," he assured me. I moaned as he pressed himself in. After he got his head in, I pushed myself up so I hovered over his cock, and slowly sat back on him, pushing him deeper inside of me. I moaned as I slid down. His hands were at my hips, guiding me. It felt like I was being stretched beyond what I could take, it burned but I couldn't help but moan. I was still hovering over him, I must only be about halfway and I was already gasping for breath. His hands pushed me down on him further. I whimpered, it felt like he was rearranging my insides. He kept pushing me further down and my legs shook, it was so much, he was so large and in this position I felt him probing at my G-spot, making my nipples spark with jolts of ecstacy.

"I... I can't believe it… fucking hell, Daddy," I gasped, I was nearly three quarters down.

"Believe it, slut, you were made for this." He growled, pushing me down further as I whimpered. It burned as he forced me down his cock.

"Ahhh shiiiiiiit… no, I’m too sensitive!" I pleaded. Mr Hobbs ignored me, and kept pushing and I whimpered, feeling tears well up. Finally I reached the last inch and it felt incredible.

He didn't push me down any further, instead he guided me up and back down slowly. I continued to whimper as he moved me up and down his cock, it must have only been about two inches of movement, expertly rubbing against my G-spot. I couldn't stop myself, and began to move on my own, continuing slow movements and my whimpers turned to moans. I began to move more and a moan escaped me as I fucked myself on his massive cock, rising and falling up and down a good five inches, his hands still on my hips to guide me. I reached my hand down and rubbed my aching clit. I moaned more and more, feeling more pleasure. My legs were getting sore but I continued on. I still hadn't gone as far as his cock. His hands moved up my stomach to my puffy breast and he squeezed roughly. Then he found my ripe nipples, and pinched them tightly, making me moan loudly. He held them firm between his fingers, unrelenting. I moaned more and more as I pleasured myself on his cock. I was heading towards the mother of all climaxes.

Mr Hobbs released my nipples and brought his hands back to my hips, pushing me down with force all the way to the base of his cock. It was a different feeling, looking back at him as he looked up at me, watching that stoic cockiness crack as he began to feel truly impressed by me. This fuck was likely our most acrobatic yet, as even though I started out on top, I didn’t end that way. We wrestled for dominance, and though he usually ended on top, the sheer number of weird fucking positions he contorted me into more than made up for it. I knew I wasn’t as flexible as Hayley, but when the two of us were fucking, I knew I was holding my own.

He wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back slightly. "Tell me bitch that you want my cock."

I cleared my throat. "I... I want your cock, Daddy. Please..." And he began fucking me hard into the matress. By now the whole bed was creaking and banging as the power and the rhythm of our copulation increased. His dick filled me in completely. I could feel it touch places which had never been touched by anyone before. Andrew clamped one hand on my mouth to stop my pleasure scream and another hand tweaked my clit.

"I have never fucked such tight pussy." He said with a malicious laugh.

He thrust his cock roughly and I held onto the headboard to stop the movement of the bed which could alert his neighbours. His dirty talking and magnificent penis brought me to the brink of yet another orgasm.

"I am going to fuck you so hard that you wont be able to walk, little girl." I couldn't speak. I couldn’t reply. Suddenly he moved onto his back and held me on top of him, his cock still seated in me. "Make me cum now, Abigail. Really fuck me!" Andrew said with an evil grin. He clamped my hips and rode my pussy. The friction was delicious and hot. With each dip his pelvic bone hit on my clit creaming me further. Sweat dribbled down for foreheads.

"Oh fuck! Yes, Daddy! Mm mm... yes!" I was whispering frantically.

He rose to bite and suck my sensitised nipple. I gasped his head and encouraged him to play with my breast.

"I am going to cum inside you, Princess!" He declared.

I kissed him hard. Just the motion of leaning into his kiss moved his cock against my G-spot inside me. The movement was delicious. While we kissed, I pushed back more to take precious inches more, then pulled back. More and less. More and less. Each more was several inches. The stretching was an amazing feeling. I wouldn't say it wasn't a form of pain, almost a sense of stretching to the point of tearing. But I knew that was silly. There was some pain, discomfort certainly... but delicious, too. Each small stroke filled my vagina with more cock and the feeling was increasingly wonderful, beyond arousing. Soon, all I considered was more cock. Deeper and deeper. As I moved back and forth, I sat up and I was taking more of him. Now it was up and down, more and more of his cock.

He reached up and fondled my underdeveloped breasts, pinched and tweaked my nipples while I continued to move up and down on his cock, taking more and more. I orgasmed with a shuddering shaking and crying out. And, that seemed to do something. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. My pussy flooded his cock with juices. Without any more pain I sank all the way down during my orgasm. At first, I didn't realise what was happening. It was so intense. The head of Andrew’s cock pressed into the top of my vaginal chamber and it sparked another peak in my orgasm. It was too much for the moment and I fell forward onto his chest and his arms wrapped around me as my orgasm washed over me.

I was gasping and panting. The first clear thought that came was, he hasn't climaxed. I sat up straight, his cock sinking completely into me, again. His hands returned to my breasts. The words that came from my mouth sounded strange even to me, a rough, lusty sound, "Your turn, Daddy. Fill me with you cum."

His hands shifted to my hips and I nodded. Yes, help me to make you fill me with your cum. I bounced on his cock like a wild woman. My tiny breasts bounced and swayed. I felt his cock head jam into the top of my pussy repeatedly. I felt so full of cock. I felt so erotic and sensual and wicked as I bounced on him and encouraged him and cried out as my arousal spiked yet again. My pussy was so tight around his cock I felt it swell and pulse. I saw his face contort and felt his hips rise up to meet my downward thrust. When he came inside me, I felt it. I felt his cum filling that overworked condom! A smaller orgasm rose up inside me as he came and I joined him.

“Daddy!” I squealed loudly and came hard for a final time. He held me there, his cock fully buried inside of me. As I was cumming I felt his cock swell, stretching me even more. The feeling was so intense, I squirted again, releasing all over myself. His manhood swelled and I felt the ropes of his release inside the rubber, making it swell as it struggled to contain his load. It was so full, so stuffed. My legs ached, and I couldn't move, his cock held me there.

He moved underneath me, pushing me forward. I moved with him, still tied to him. We moved slowly, and he pushed me to the edge of the bed so I was leaning over the edge, my ass in the air. I felt his cock twitch and pulse further inside of me and I gasped at the intense feeling. He brought his hand to my aching clit and rubbed. The blood was rushing to my head as I held myself over the edge of the bed. I moaned at his touches. He pushed his fingers into my pussy, making me feel even fuller, increasing my need to release again. He stroked me as his cock loosened.

He pulled his cock out slowly until I was left wide open. His cum stayed inside the condom, fortunately, and as he fingered me moaning loudly as I released again. After I finished, he pulled me back onto the bed and laid me on my back and for once he was the one to collapse from exhaustion. He fell onto his back on the bed panting, and while I unfolded myself, I simply lay down next to him, riding the high from the orgasms I’d simply lost count of, and from holding my own against a sex god of this caliber.

“Turn off the camera? Don’t want to waste my memory on catching my breath,” he said.

“Sure,” I replied, fully expecting the swat on the ass he gave me as I got up to stop the filming. By this point, my ass was practically numb to his treatment, but I yelped anyway in pleased surprise but I still had enough of my faculties to understand how his camera worked. 

I looked over to where my boss was resting, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. I smiled and deftly ejected the camera’s memory card. This would prove useful. Now, to complete the deception I went back to the bed, leaning against him, and kissed his left shoulder blade.

"That was so hot, Daddy," I said, tilting my head to look at him, “May I take it to add to my collection?” I said softly, indicating to the two spunk filled condoms on the nightstand and then down to the spent condom clinging to his softening penis.

“Be my guest…” Mr hobbs looked back over his shoulder and managed a small smile. I reached down and, securing the condom with my right hand, and weighing the semen laiden tip with the palm of my hand. I studied the latex covering him.

"Mmmm, so much cum! Well done, Sir," I complimented him and he smiled… he was completely unaware that he had lost control of this situation.

I reached out to remove the condom. Careful not to spill the contents and placed the memory card in with his hot seed, knowing these little cards were completely waterproof. Tying it off, I placed it onto the nightstand alongside the others and then climbed into his marital bed with him, collapsing onto my stomach, and propping up my chin with my hands as I looked at him.

“You didn’t want to stop filming because you’re going to get all mushy on me, are you? Because I don’t think mushy’s exactly our style,” I said.

Mr Hobbs laughed. “No mush here, my prissy little Princess! I just wanna catch my breath. I’m no robot, you know.”

“You aren’t? I was trying to figure out how you got so damn good at this, and robot was one of my better ideas. Like, you were a Terminator, or something like one, but made for fucking instead of killing John Connor,” I explained.

He laughed and swatted me on the ass again. I giggled.

“Ah, fuck… and that feels good too… Daddy…” I murmured, looking up at him cutely.

“You know what you’re doing, little girl… I have to say, I thought you might have been all talk, but you’re fucking good at this. Hayley’s damn lucky to have found a sweet little fuck toy like you,” Mr Hobbs said.

I laughed, “Yeah, she is,” thought's of Hayley no longer brought pangs of jealousy to heart… maybe we were now even? Maybe I had just already moved on?

He sighed pleasantly, putting his hands behind his head. “So, now I’ve got a question for you.”

“Shoot,” I replied.

“Did you mean what you said about… us being exclusive… as in, we both know where our boundaries lie, I’m married and your boss, you’re looking for a promotion?” 

“It’s what I want Mr Hobbs. I’m in my mid-twenties and I’m at the top of my pay scale… doing a job that I can't move from. I'm trapped. I want to be part of the design team. I want to lead my own team. Richard's a good line manager but I could manage his department better!”

“Richard is my best friend, Abby. And he's finally got over his divorce and met a new woman. I'm not going to be doing anything that damages him or his career, no matter how good you are in bed.”

That was unfortunate news.

“I will put you on a training program though… maybe a day release so you could go to university? It would take a number of years but it would give you an escape route?”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said sweetly, smiling. But inside I was already plotting my own career pathway. Sometimes you need to fight for what you want. Take action. You have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. “I’m looking forward to starting my education. Once we’re both dressed, anyway,” I chuckled.

Leering at me, he replied, “That’s going to be a while yet, I think.”

“I was thinking the same,” I said, sighing pleasantly.

The two of us lay here for a moment, just looking at each other, recovering, no doubt wondering where things were going next. As I looked over the bed and caught another framed photo of Mr Hobbs and his wife, something came to me that I’d been meaning to bring up.

“I want to ask you something,” I said.

“Go for it,” Mr Hobbs replied, running his rough hand down my side with surprising gentleness.

I hissed, loving his touch. “You… and Lauren… do you really think your relationship is strong enough? I mean, I can see you have needs, and I'm kinda lucky that I might be able to fulfill them for you… but how would she react if she found out you were having affairs?”

“She would freak out,” he sighed. “But she’s probably having an affair herself. But we love each other… in a bizarre way, my extramarital sex is probably saving my marriage. I want to be with her but we both need time to… get things out of our systems.”

“And you haven’t had any problems?” I asked.

“Oh, problems, sure… every marriage has problems. Anyone who says relationships should be easy, they’re just fucking wrong. Fights will happen. That’s life. But we’ve always found a way past them, because we love each other, and we’ve been making this work for more than twenty years now,” Mr Hobbs explained.

I thought about this. It brought more comfort to me than I’d expected, and I realised I was actually happy to get some good, adult advice on something I hadn’t been able to voice for a while.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking because you're just curious, or are you asking about you and Hayley and your guy?”

“Ryan,” I explained.

“Ah, right, Ryan… I’ve never met him,” Mr Hobbs replied.

“It's a bit of both, I suppose,” I said, sighing. “I’m feeling something for those two I didn’t think I’d ever want to feel, and I know I don’t know what the future’s gonna hold for any of us, for now at least, I just want to try to make it work. I hope it will. I think it can. We’ve all got this open thing where we do what we want, and it feels good, but sometimes I worry that it’s too good to be true how easy some of this is for us, so, I’m just kinda scared sometimes, too, you know?”

Mr Hobbs sighed, probably not expecting to have to talk about something like this after the sex we’d just had, but ready for the challenge. “Look, you’ve got to deal with a lot of fear no matter what you do in life. I think that’s normal. Just focus on the good stuff, and don’t let the fear stop you from taking chances and having a good time.”

“That makes sense,” I said, knowing I had to think on this a lot more before I committed to anything. Smiling devilishly, I added, “Thanks… Daddy.”

He laughed, then swatted me on the ass again. “Anytime, little girl. Though I’m gonna be clear with you like I’d be with anyone else; if you hurt my family, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” I replied, knowing he was joking, but pitying the poor bastard who caught him when he wasn’t joking. “Besides, there’s a lot else my ass is waaaaaay better for.”

“That a fact?” he asked, palming my perfect ass.

“Uh huh,” I nodded. “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: I’m the goddamn anal queen of Imagine This! You can find out if you want, but I have to warn you, once you’ve had a taste, you’ll never be the same again.”

Mr Hobbs looked at me, then barked a laugh. “You got spirit, little girl. No one can take that away from you. But I’ve seen some arrogant little bitches in my time who thought they could take this cock up their asses, and they’ve come up short. What makes you think you won’t be one of them?”

“Get some lube on that cock and I’ll show you… Daddy,” I said, raising my voice into a higher, sweeter tone.

He eyed me, clearly wanting to not show me how impressed he was with me, then rolled over and reached for a drawer on the bedside table nearby. I watched him pull out a bottle of KY and lube himself up, licking my lips at the sight of his once again fully engorged cock.

“You better pick your position, but just know that if I get it in there, I’m gonna destroy your fucking ass, little girl,” he said as he continued stroking his cock.

“I’m counting on it, Daddy,” I replied, rolling onto my back, then folding my legs up. I wasn’t as flexible as a lot of girls I knew, but once he was on top, I knew that he’d be able to keep me folded in half quite well. It would be one of the tightest possible ways of entering my ass, but with everything and everyone I’d had in there, I was pretty sure I could take him.

“Good choice,” he said, looking me up and down before climbing on top of me.

Once again, I was looking up at this muscular mountain of a man above me, but this time I felt especially vulnerable. I was giving the guy my ass after all, and the way I was folded in half, he could pretty well do whatever the hell he wanted with me. Once his weight settled down… god, I’d just be his little fuck doll, wouldn’t I?

Mr Hobbs reached down, grabbing his cock and sliding it over my exposed asshole. He rubbed his epic cockhead over my tightest hole, making me shiver as I felt every stroke, every slight sensation. It seemed impossible that he might be able to fit inside of me, but I’d thought similarly about my pussy, and, well, the fun we’d had there was still dripping steadily from my ruined cunt.

Even if I couldn’t see what was happening in detail, I couldn’t help but look down. I watched as he continued manipulating his lube-slickened shaft, rubbing it in delicious, insistent circles over my asshole, taunting and teasing and in general just driving me wild. My breath had gotten quicker, and sharper from anticipation, and every time he pressed against me brought about a slight whimper.

Grinning malevolently, Mr Hobbs stopped teasing and pushed forward. I groaned as I felt my asshole stretching to accommodate his head. He pushed forward ceaselessly, and every moment I thought he had to have popped in by now, I kept stretching. My ass was in insane torment, torn between pleasure and pain as I just kept stretching… fuck, it was like I was an anal virgin again. I didn’t miss those days, but the way he kept stretching me well past what I thought was my limit… fuck.

Finally, with a grunt, I felt his head pop in my ass entirely.

“H… h… holy fuck…” I grunted, looking down again, then back up at his smirking face. “Hoooooooly fuck that’s a huge fucking cock…”

“Too much for you, little girl?” he challenged, holding his head just inside my tight entrance.

I grunted, then grinned up at him. “Not on your fucking life, Daddy… come on, give me all that dick, I need every inch up my slutty little ass… fuck…”

“Heh,” Mr Hobbs grunted, wordlessly fulfilling my wish.

Pressing me into the bed, he bore down onto me, ceaselessly pushing his huge fucking cock inside of me, stretching me in ways I didn’t know could be stretched as I felt his epic dick splitting me open.

I screamed. I squirmed. My eyes rolled back and my body shook. Fuck, it was amazing, inch after inch of such a thick cock testing me, filling me in ways I’d never been filled.

With one last grunt, one last thrust, Mr Hobbs’s cock was buried deep inside of me.

“You got a… fuck… you got a tight little ass, little girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

I kissed him back, moaning like a whore and needing more than this. “Please fuck me… please fuck me, Mr Hobbs… fuck my slutty little ass… make me cum… I need this promotion. I need to be on the design team, pleeeeeeease?”

“Heh,” he laughed again, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back home, ensuring my ass was brutally filled. “You’d like that, huh? Well, if you and me can do this regularly… without my wife ever finding out… I'll fuck your ass any way you want to. I may not be able to switch your role at Imagine This… but I could make things work for you… in other ways.”

“Ooh Daddy, will I get presents?” I played along.

“Gifts! Money! Daddy will take care of his little girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I mewed as he repeatedly speared into my anal cavity. Gifts and money were not what I wanted. Affairs always get found out and the supply of rewards would end. I needed something a little more long term and I already knew how to secure my financial future… one way or another.  

“I’m going to make you gape for me like I did with your cunt…”

“Make me gape, make me scream, make me cum, fuck me Daddy, please, fuck me hard!” I moaned, holding on for dear life as he did just that.

Mr Hobbs fucked me with a savagery that I hadn’t expected from him, even after everything we’d already done. It was like my ass had started this whole dirty fuck session over from scratch, unlocking the beast inside of him as our bodies brought out each other’s peaks of sexual potential. He was an unspeaking monster, pounding into my contorted body and giving my ass the fucking of a lifetime, while all I could do was lie back and take it.

This was all so different, so intense, and while I wasn’t going to be having sex like this all the time (I liked being in charge way too much, what can I say), I knew I was going to be coming back here any chance I got. It didn’t matter who the hell Mr Hobbs was already with, either I’d join in, or push her off and show those other girls who really knew how to rock his cock. I had a new mission. A better pay off.

I don’t know how long we were fucking by the next time I came, the way his cock overstimulated my ass kind of made time irrelevant, but it was the most powerful one yet. I might have been struck by lightning for how hard I thrashed beneath him, but underneath his strong body, I couldn’t get away. I was his little girl, completely enslaved in the moment to his body as he used me and power-fucked my slutty ass. If he minded how hard I gushed all over him, he didn’t let me know, and kept fucking me even harder still.

It was a fuck of epic proportions, and looking up at him, I couldn’t help but surrender to my lust. His rough face, contorted with arrogant concentration as he plowed me, couldn’t have been more gorgeous in this moment. I must have looked a mess, utterly used and defiled, but I knew that even then I was hotter than hell. His smile, still cocky and full of himself, held a nice warmth to it by this point.

I’d breached his defenses. Whether he liked it or not, I had impressed him, and he would know that I was one of the fucking best he’d ever had.

That was a good point of pride.

“Fuck, Abigail… I’m almost there! Do you want me to cum in your ass… or do you want me to pull out?” he grunted.

“Pull out and cum all over me, Daddy!” I purred, savoring how he slowed down, then pulled out of my well-used ass and let me unfold myself.

"Ugh, Abby…yesssss, I'm gonna cum! I want to cum all over your beautiful face, and I will see that you get rewarded…"

“As you wish, Sir!” I quickly rose up on my knees and grabbed his throbbing dick, masturbating him for all I was worth.

Mr Hobbs' dick involuntarily spewed out one last load of precum and with my wildly jerking hand directed over to a pillow on the side of the bed. But no sooner had that gooey strand of male excitement juice been deposited onto the sheets, then Mr Hobbs reached the point of no return. My boss stiffened, but I continued to masturbate him, awaiting the splatter!

Afraid that he would hit the headboard instead of me, Andrew sat up straighter to be sure to hit my face and help me to achieve my own pleasure… my jerking hand never missed a beat. As I fingered myself with one hand, I masturbated Mr Hobbs with the other. My boss rocked back and forth, fucking himself into my little fist…and then he came!

The pleasure that I felt was indescribable as the cheating husband let loose with a load of jism that he had been building up. The first spurt of jizm shooting out of Mr Hobbs's dick hit me square in the forehead! My trademark dyed bangs were glued right to my forehead with jizz, which splattered so much that droplets of the fluid hit the bedsheets and pillows behind me!

I felt the hot jizz splatter against my skin, and I moaned in pleasure as I masturbated my own stiff little button to my own approaching orgasm.

Mr Hobbs's dick spewed out a second rope of pearlescent spunk which landed in my hair right above my left eye, and spurted a thick streamline of goo into my hair above my left ear. Jism dripped down from my hair onto my cute little ear, dangling from an ear ring.

"Oh Daddy, give me a facial!" I mewled, finger-fucking myself towards my climax, feeling my illicit lover's hot sperm splattering all over my face!

I felt another splurt of Mr Hobbs's love seed as it plugged my nostril. God, I thought, he can aim that stuff! I was in pure carnal pleasure! Three more globs of goo splattered into my face as I jerked more gooey pleasure out of his spasming penis! Jerking his cock, he came with a grunt, spraying my stomach and pussy with cum, with some of the higher pressure streaks blasting against my tits. Splurt one made a gooey puddle on my right cheek, splurt two put two million babies swimming in baby goo all over my right tit, and spurt three just spewed semen droplets all over my soft, bare belly. I rubbed my own clit as Mr Hobbs positioned himself and ate me to oral completion and I came in his mouth while he ate my steaming cunt, with his jizm dripping from my face, tits, and belly.

That was an epic fuck for the ages, one that nobody would’ve blamed either of us for giving up then and there to catch our breaths. Mr Hobbs certainly looked like he’d been run through the ringer… but I wasn’t going to let him give up. I pulled him in for a deep, messy kiss, then nibbled on his ear.

Whispering, I said in my sweetest voice, “You know we’re not done yet, right, Daddy?”

Mr Hobbs laughed, roughly squeezing one of my cum covered tits . “Oh, we’ve only just begun!”

________

Sometime during our marathon afternoon of fucking, I found a moment to take a break and send a text that I knew needed to be sent. It was one that kept flitting back and forth into my consciousness during various moments of this encounter, but when he stole a moment to go get another couple beers, I sent the text to Hayley that I knew I would have to send sooner or later.

Abigail: Hayley… I saw that you had been to see Mr Hobbs and you secured that promotion for yourself. Not cool after everything I've done for you! Anyway, all is forgiven because I’m currently in Mr Hobbs’ bed to secure a better future for myself and wound up having sex with him too. I’m sorry but I think we should break up.

Rationally, I didn’t think Hayley would be angry given her attitudes about sex, but irrationally I was torn up and kind of afraid that everything was about to fall apart. I looked at the three condoms on the bedside table and smiled. I was going to be set for life after today and I wouldn't even need to have his baby.

However, by the time Mr Hobbs came back into the bedroom, gloriously naked and carrying a couple bottles of beer, the hungry, animalistic part of my mind took over control from even my most basic irrational thoughts, and I went back to fucking him.

We kept this up for what felt like hours, and if I’m being honest, it felt like we could have kept it up for days.

It was while I was riding him, the two of us well past dirty talk as my tits bounced and my ass jiggled and my stretched pussy took his enormous cock, that we were finally interrupted by a noise downstairs.

I looked down at him and grinned. "We're going to get caught, Daddy."

He held my ass cheeks, I assumed to help me from his impaled fuck tool, so, to get myself off quickly, I ran my hands around to my pussy. I slid my fingers over my clit and down my cock filled cunt, making me moan. I leaned forwards and he kissed me while I was  moaning from my hand stimulations and he pressed back into me for a few quick power pumps until I squealed really loudly.

That's when he picked me up while he continued kissing and lay me down in the centre of his cum drenched bed. He buried himself as deep as possible while rubbing our bodies together and I wrapped my legs around his body, listening intently, worried that his wife had come home early. He pushed the hair out of my face and continued kissing me while grinding our hips together.

I arched my back and groaned while moving my pussy up and down his shaft married cock. He got my message and began softly pumping in and out my gushiness. He kissed me one more time before propping himself up, allowing me to watch the muscles in his arms and chest strain as he readied himself to really get into me. He looked mighty and impressive. I must have looked small and fragile as he looked down upon me, my tits weren't huge, but they had enough meat to jiggle with every thrust and quiver. Me flat belly swelled and emptied with his dick as he began to fuck me hard.

He grabbed my hips and began pulling me into my thrusts faster while slamming into me harder. Perhaps the thought of getting caught had inspired him, turned him on, and drove him to take his pleasure from me. Whatever it was, this was hardcore sex at its finest. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my moans started getting louder.

"Don't yell, she'll hear you," My boss teased me while continuing his final assault.

He held my hands above my head watching me try not to scream. Then he picked up his pace and started thrusting against my cervix. I could feel my g-spot being stimulated by his massive mushroom head on every stroke in and out and felt my pussy trying to tighten and squeeze him. My nipples were sticking straight up in the air like little chess pieces as my orgasm edged closer. I looked down at my little titties as my pussy was repeatedly stuffed with more of his forbidden, adulterous penis.

"Stop, you're going to make me cum hard. We need to stop. We could be discovered! Shit, I'm cumming. I'm cumming hard!" I was gasping and trying not to scream as my pussy tightened around him. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit!" I whimpered as quietly as I could.

He continued fucking my hard and fast so my orgasm would be intense. I was bouncing on the bed beneath me, trying to stop cumming while begging him to quit.

"I'm cumming too hard. I'm cumming too hard."

"Cum as hard as you like, little one. Just don't scream."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" I begged.

"I can't. Ah, shit!" He gasped. I could feel his orgasm building to a hellish climax. His cock swelled, his tesicles tightended and he began to tense. "I need to cum."

"Not inside me. Not inside meeee. Aaaahhh!" I exclaimed far too loudly.

My tiny titties were jerking around and my back was arching more and more. I lay my head back and held my breath, which only intensified my orgasm more.

"Fuck!" I yelled out.

Suddenly there was a gentle knocking on the bedroom door and then we heard a voice.

“Dad?” Came a young girl's voice, “Daddy are you okay?"

I was lost in another wave of orgasm as Thea's father didn’t even pause his constant fucking of me. I whimpered. 

"Quiet! Fucking stop," he whispered while smiling at me.

"I can't, is the fucking bedroom door locked?" I whispered back as he jolted my petite body with his thrusts.

“Maybe…” He picked my hips up off the bed and fucked my deeper until I was nearly screaming. I tried to speak, but my orgasm's intensity was too much. Then my boss put my hips back onto his bed and softened his thrust, but kept up his speed.

"Daddy!" His daughter yelled, “Is Mommy with you?”

Her father pulled my wrists together and held them with one hand and really started pounding into me. The slapping sounds were getting louder as our bodies crashed into each other with great force.

"I'm still cumming...," I murmured in panicky breaths. "Too hard, this is too dangerous, too fucking good!"

Mr Hobbs started using his entire length to drill against my cervix and pull out to the tip before ramming back inside.

“Is that Abby? Is she Okay Daddy?”

"You better answer her…” I whispered.

“No, you answer her, Abigail," he commanded in an authoritative voice.

As Thea continued pounding on the door, and my pussy continued convulsing around her grinning father, I found the strength to finally control myself.

"Hey Thea. Daddy's here with me… I'm just helping him… move the bed," I yelled across the room, “I'm fine. It's just a bit strenuous…”

“Well done, little girl,” Andrew breathed.

"That’s your daughter! That was pretty underhanded of you,” I hissed as he began to rail me harder.

“You're now my executive assistant, I knew you could deal with the situation,” he replied, still grinning, “and if you couldn’t handle it then that’s your problem, you should never have come and maybe I should rethink this promotion…”

“I did exactly as you asked!” I squealed in consternation.

“I know, so maybe you do have potential.” 

“You get off on it… having Thea listening… Ngggghhhh!’ Stop making me cum!" I quietly begged him.

My boss just shook his head and continued to fuck into me. My tiny little body looked ready to explode again so he picked up his pace.

"Oh, Mr Hobbs... You’re bareback inside me."

"I know."

"It feels so good," I sobbed.

"I know. Cum for me little girl…"

And finally, I crested the peak. With his vulnerable little daughter somewhere on the other side of the bedroom door… I completely lost it. Everything combined to make me CUM so hard I saw stars. My legs trembled and my fingers tightened into fists. My pussy squeezing hard. Eyes rolled back. A long, low (embarrassing if I'm honest), "AAAUUUuuugggggggggghhhhhhhh," bursting from my lips as the orgasm grabbed hold and ground me down to nothing.

Maybe only seconds had passed… or maybe it was minutes but when I regained consciousness I found myself lying in the middle of his marital bed. Panting. My boss was staring at me, his expression a wonderful mix of satiation and want. Attraction and anxiety. Pure, undaunted lust and the purity of a man claiming his woman.

Fuck. Me.

The married father of one was still hard and still inside me, gently letting me feel his incredible cock as it slowly glided in and out, feeling the walls of my pussy ripple around him. It felt amazing, like there was some part of me that had always been missing this piece of itself. That pause gave me a moment to regain my wits.

My boss's hardness was still inside my unprotected pussy. I was skin-to-skin with my adulterous lover and it thrilled me. If he nutted inside me now he would almost certainly become the father of two and my plan might just skyrocket into unanticipated heights. Not only did I now have the leverage to get what I wanted but maybe I could get my teeth into half of everything he owned.

Andrew thrust into me, and every last conscious thought I had was, again, obliterated. Sparks shot out from my toes, up my body and right through the top of my head. My legs and arms and eyes all squeezed down. That little orgasm from before that I'd compared to a static shock? This was like getting plugged into the wall.

My boss was feeling it too. He was clearly trying to talk but only nonsense came out of his mouth. "Fuh. Uh. So. Uh. Good. Oh Abby."

I wasn't much better. "Yeah! Oh Sir. Oh. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck your little goth girl. Knock me up."

"Yuh. Uh. Yeah. Fucking. Fucking my secretary. Oh God. Without a condom. Even better."

Both of us devolved from there. Nothing but grunts and moans. Tight, tortured squeaks and low, full out groans. Between the sounds we made, the slaps of our coupling, and the slams of the bed, we must have been making an awful racket. Reality didn't come for us. Maybe because we were no longer on that plane. My boss humped me, and my body accepted all of it. Down to sensations. Heat wet want. Thrust squeeze ache.

His hands pinched my nipples. His fingers strummed my clit. I grasped at his muscular ass. My legs cinched at his waist. Tongues and mouths all over like devouring a meal. I don't count off my orgasms because they were all encompassing. I went off in one great storm from start to finish. Maybe it was a bunch of cums all rat-tat-tatting off like a machine gun. Maybe it was one massive cum that grabbed hold mercilessly and didn't let me go. I don't know, truly. I just roiled in bliss while my boss rutted me into the bed. But I know when we reached our end.

I felt his cock swell in me. His beautiful eyes widened with a kind of urgent panic. I knew what he was asking but speech was well beyond my capacity. At the last moment, some lingering thread of self-control must have found my boss.

He ripped back out of me. Grabbed that beautiful, slippery, glistening penis and stroked it. 

"Fucking cum, cum all over me; just cum!" I groaned as my pussy continued cumming. I felt something near-burning splash my chest and knew my boss was covering me in his seed. Impossibly, I hit one last peak as his sperm splattered on me. I let out a long, strangled, "aaaaAAAAHHHHHH!"

Andrew’s dick continued spewing cum all over me pussy and stomach. I whimpered and squealed while cum rained down on me. I reached up and pumped his manhood hard and fast to get every drop of cum out. He groaned with every exploding convulsion. I licked my lips and squealed as the last drops landed on my clit.

My boss fell forward, shaking like he'd been left out in the snow. I curled around him and held him tight. Kissed his cheeks while his pleasure overwhelmed him. Finally, he was still. Breaths coming in great, ragged gasps.

"Daddy? Are you okay?" Thea asked from the hallway.

With his mind calming, he was able to answer, "Yeah, we'll be out in a few minutes."

I let his cock go, and we both looked down at my slimy body and grinned. He reached down and rubbed up my pussy to my clit to make my moan again. I reached down and rubbed all of our ejaculate into my skin like lotion until there was none left. 

He leaned over and kissed me softly before standing up and collecting our clothes. He quickly dressed himself while I stepped into my panties. I was half naked when the bedroom door opened.

"What are you doing...?"

We looked up and saw Thea and Hayley standing in the open door.

"Look who’s here, Daddy," Thea pointed at my blonde girlfriend, “Another babysitter…” 

Hayley looked at me with a confused expression while I covered my exposed tits.

“That's right Babygirl,” Mr Hobbs said without missing a beat, “But they aren’t here to babysit you though, they are here to clean the house for Mummy while we go out and get something to eat.” He looked at me, empowered and radiating chauvinism, “Now we’ve rearranged the bed, put the sheets in the wash, there’s a new set of bedding in the closet. Thanks for all your help, girls. Let yourselves out when everything is done. Lauren will be home in two hours. Be gone by then.”

Grinning at me, Mr Hobbs smiled, grabbed his camera and left the room while Hayley and I just stood and stared, mouths open, in complete shock. 

This was some fucked up shit. But I could really get used to it.

________

That day would be etched in my brain forever. That day was just the start of a marvelous new start to a life I was always destined to have. Hayley wasn't happy of course, and neither was Ryan when his blonde cousin gleefully told him but I wasn’t too bothered, much to their frustration. I didn’t allude to the importance of the condoms I collected and placed in Thea’s little lock box. I didn’t explain anything. I didn’t need to. I had my own path now. I had secured a future for myself that far exceeded my expectations.

I made a mental plan of who I would need to sleep with at the company to secure the future I had just created for myself and felt pretty damned smug. But could I really just cast Hayley and Ryan aside? No, because that night Hayley and I slept together. 

"Last time, right?" I asked, earning an assuring nod from my soon to be ex-girlfriend.

Those words might not be totally true, Hayley and I are fantastic fuckbuddies if nothing else. My body hovered over the lower half of Hayley's for the second time today. We fucked each other in Andrew and Lauren’s marital bed before stripping it and washing it. There were just too many pheromones in that bedroom for us to ignore and we fucked each other to a frenzy. We could never stop being sexual lovers, it was just too addicting. It felt amazing to be loved after a breakup or bad news. It was truly a gift from god to always have someone to give you an orgasm wherever, whenever. That’s what Hayley and I were to each other.

I keep falling into these situations where I take it so far that it’s impossible to escape. And when Hayley asked for head as I awaited Andrew’s call, and he would call as soon as he found out, I didn't hesitate to say yes.

"Last time." Hayley nodded, exhaling deeply before I tucked my head under the covers to keep from pulling her up and kissing her. After her betrayal I swore I would never do that again. Suddenly, Hayley’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as the wet muscle in my mouth flicked at her clit, teasing her.

I smiled to myself when I felt the younger girl squirming under me trying to create friction. I would make her pay for her betrayal. She was welcome to Ryan, I had tired of him too, together they could have their incestuous little relationship without me. I was too good for either of them. My mouth didn't stop teasing until small, short pants showed me that Hayley was almost there.

A high pitched yelp followed by multiple curse words filled the air when my soft lips wrapped around her clit, fogging Hayley’s mind. Her fingers tangled in my coloured curls, pulling at them causing me to moan into the blonde’s sweet little pussy and send vibrations through her body. I let my teeth rake over her pulsing nub, bringing my once best friend even closer before reluctantly tugging my mouth away from her tasty flesh. Instead, I ripped my pants and underwear off, placing myself in between Hayley's legs and instantly rocking back and forth where our clits met.

Hayley moaned loudly, gripping me tightly in her arms and pulling me impossibly close as I brought her closer to her climax. Her nails dug deeply into my back as her stomach clenched and her body became rigid. Just watching Hayley’s cute face contort in pleasure made my body begin to react wildly. My hips stiffly moved in sharp circles as my core desperately tried to grab at something that wasn't there.

"Uhh, Fuck!" I shout as Hayley's hips rhythmically mimic mine, thrusting us both into a hard orgasm as our tense and sensitive buds violently rip back and forth against each other.

Hayley's athletic thigh muscles clenched just before her breath stopped in her throat. I tried so hard to keep my eyes open so I could see her cum for probably the last time, but they were forced shut. I managed to keep mine open, looking down at where our bodies connected, watching our beaded clits grind slowly as my abs sculpted deeply from the pressure of my orgasm.

Hayley came down first, already wanting more. She refused to stop. That’s why I loved her so much.

"Fuck... Give me more." Hayley gasped, her pupils huge, dilated and full of sexual need.

I get the same wanting feeling and let my hand trail down Hayley's slender body until it settled in between my lover’s pale thighs. My fingers grazed gently across her clit making her hips jerk forward from the sensitivity.

"N-not there…" Hayley commented, grabbing my wrist to guide my hand lower. "In there, Abby, please?"

I smiled evilly before diving my middle finger into her hot slit and thrusting it in and out slowly, feeling completely in control.

"Fuck, Abby," Hayley begged, pouting. "I know what he did to you. I know why you did it. But right now I need you to make me cum. No games, just make me cum again." Her voice was all too raspy, helpless and serious.

I fulfilled her last request, driving my finger in harder before adding a second and pounding in and out as Hayley’s free hand reached down to rub at her own clit. I watched Hayley's eyelids twitched as my expert fingers poked and rammed into the back of her soaking core, making that wet, sloshy sound fill the room. Her own fingers rubbed small circles at her swollen clit, preparing herself to cum again.

I smiled at her and that sent her over and I felt Hayley clench around my fingers just as both of our jaws dropped. We both got the same urge to kiss each other as this beautiful moment passed by but… she was going to be my ex… and exs don't swap spit unless they are dating again. And we were most certainly not dating anymore after today.

But Hayley looked so fucking adorable and soon enough, I broke under the pressure, bashing my lips into Hayley's as a wave of pressure ripped through me. It makes Hayley’s face twitch in the cutest, sexiest way causing us to cum together. Hayley's teeth chattered into their sloppy, vibrating kiss as her mind clouded and my moaned name escaped her throat.

"Oh… oh my… oh Hayley!" I panted, thick beads of sweat causing curls to form just above my damp forehead. "Why did it have to come to this?"

Hayley's heated pink cheeks dimmed before her face grew somewhat disappointed. She might be blonde and a little scatty, but she wasn't stupid. I was going places, she and Ryan were now part of my past. She lay back exhausted on my bed as I watched her mind finally join the dots.

That's when my phone started ringing… our boss. Finally! I climbed out of our love nest and picked up my buzzing phone as I walked on unsteady feet to the foot of the bed, letting the phone ring, standing there naked staring at my quivering ex-girlfriend. I kept Mr Hobbs waiting for a few more seconds before accepting the call with a knowing smile. Time for the next chapter of my life to begin.

“Abigail? Abigail, what the fuck have you done with my memory card you fucking slut!”

Hayley couldn’t hear him. A good thing really, otherwise she would have realised that our relationship was definitely over. She would have realised what I had done to win the game. Hayley had given herself to him to move up a rung on the corporate ladder. But I had secured my entire future and now I didn’t need her or anyone else.

“Hey Andrew, that’s no way to talk to your executive assistant. Maybe you should call me back when you’ve calmed down. Don’t worry, my love, it’s completely safe. This stays between us… as promised.”

“Where is it!”  

"In Thea’s old lockbox… with my collection. I am so glad we came to an understanding, Mr Hobbs. I am here to protect you, you have nothing to worry about from me. I’ll see you at work on Monday and we will iron out a few of the contract wrinkles in the best way possible. Oh, and don't forget I'll be coming over Monday night to babysit Thea.”

Hayley half smiled at me, but she had no clue, the blonde airhead. 

“Abigail!”

“It was my pleasure.”

If you've read this far and you haven't realised this is a prequel (of sorts) to the Get Lucky series of stories… then what are you waiting for? If you enjoyed hearing Abigail's backstory then see how her promotion plan unfolds in Get Lucky.

Accidents Happen!

A brother/sister incest story

by StewartLinda

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My sister Donna is 4 years older than me and we have never been real tight. We were just typical siblings with an age difference. We would fight all the time over just about anything, but as we got older we managed to become friends. My sister was a wild child; I caught her more than once having sex with her boyfriends at our parents’ house. I never said anything but she knew that I knew.  There were times, and I am sure it was my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me by having sex while I was in the house. I can understand why my sister had so many boyfriends - she had the body of a Playboy bunny. At the age of 16, she was already a 36D with a small waist. Her waist only made her breasts look bigger than they were and her long blonde hair did not help. I was always getting ragged by my friends about how hot my sister was. I am only human and have to admit that looking at my sister’s hot body turned me on like any red blooded American boy, but I never forgot that she was my sister.  I hated that everyone found her so hot and sexy and that dating was so easy for her. I was just average looking and I had to work to get dates as I got older. The upside of that was that I learned how to treat a lady and more specifically how to please her. My sister just went from boyfriend to boyfriend never learning how to choose a good one because she never had to.  Several years later I married a beautiful woman, who I still love to death. We are a perfect couple and I am looking forward to growing old with her. Her name is Susan and she is the woman of my dreams. She is sexy, smart, loves sex, and has the most beautiful long white blonde hair you have ever seen.  Donna on the other hand has been married 3 times in 5 years always going from one good looking (but not very nice) guy to the next. So, this is where my story starts. A month ago my sister invited me and my wife to a party she was having at her house. She has a huge house thanks to her very rich ex-husband and she wanted to throw a costume party. I had not seen my sister since her divorce and it sounded like it might be fun. My wife had a really sexy nurse outfit that I loved and I was going as a California doctor. I knew I looked dashing in my Armani Suit with a Stethoscope hanging around my neck. The black leather doctor’s bag only added to my Beverly Hills look.  It was hard for me to even get dressed watching my wife. Her costume was so low cut that it showed off her beautiful cleavage. I could not stop myself as I reached around her waist and cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands. I kissed her neck with a loving touch as she pushed her breasts into my hands and I felt a familiar stir in my pants. “Now, Now…… cool down or we are never going to get ready,” my wife said with a purr. “Come on baby…. Please leave the bra off,” I begged. “If I were to do that you could see my nipples through the costume, it is so thin,” she said with that little wicked smile that always drives me crazy. “Besides what would your sister think if I went dressed like that?” “Yeah right, you know my sister. She will be dressed to impress and you know it,” I reminded her. “OK you win. I will take it off,” she said. She gave in way too easily and I realized that the little minx had been waiting on me to ask her. I watched as eagerly as a hungry baby as she removed her bra. My heart skipped a beat looking at her beautiful nipples pushing against the material which was so sheer that it was really showed off her hard nipple. As she walked in front of me I could see her backlit from the bathroom door and the whole costume was almost see-through against bright light. I could see the brown of her areola around the nipple and hoped she didn’t realize just how see through it was. She knows I love to show her off, but I was not sure she would really go without a bra if she knew just how much of her would be showing.  “Baby, you have got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen,” I said as I ran my fingers over the slick material across her nipples. I knew she getting as turned on as me by the way her eyes twinkled and her lips poked out.  “Come on baby you know we have time for a quickie,” I almost begged. I slowly reached my hands around her and ran my hand over her soft breasts. I nuzzled my face in her neck and hair. We had been married too long for me not to know how to get her hot. I started kissing her ear lobe and lightly biting her ear. At the same time, I started running one hand down to caress her soft ass. Between rubbing her ass and her soft hard nipples and biting her ear, I knew it would not be long ‘til she gave in.  She was crumbling before my eyes- wanting it as bad as me- when the phone rang. I tried to get her not to answer it. I kissed harder and held her in my arms. She wrestled away from me and got the phone even as I played with her nipple. She answered the phone in a panting breath. As my wife talked I knew it didn’t sound good. The call was from my wife’s Sister Dora who was sick and throwing up. Her husband was gone on a business trip and she did not have anyone to help with her 10 month and 2 year old children. She wanted to know if my wife could come over and help her through the night with them. “I know you wanted me to go with you to the party,” Susan said holding her hand over the phone, “But, my sister needs me and I really feel like I need to help her”. Her voice was sad, and even as she said it her mouth went into a frown. “Go on to the party and I will make it up to you I promise,” she said with another one of her wicked smiles. “Go help your sister,” I told her attempting to look pitiful, “I will just have to go alone.” As she hung up the phone and started to undress I was still excited looking at her. I wanted her so bad I could not help it. My cock was rock hard and I wanted her right then and did not want to wait. It was like my blood was leaving my brain and going to my cock. I reached behind her and started lovingly biting her neck. “Ohhhh. Stop that we will have time later,” she said with a regretful smile. “Come on,” I pleaded, “I can’t wait ‘til later.” “Yes you can… and to give you a little something to make it worthwhile, you can fuck my ass when I get back,” she said with a big grin. She stuck her beautiful ass in the air and shook it at me. This only made my cock harder, dreaming about fucking her hard and long. She stripped in a flash, grabbed her keys and was out the door before I could even plead my case. There I was; horny, dressed up and no date. As I glanced up at the clock, I realized that I would be late if I did not hurry. I finished dressing and headed to my sister’s house. I knew that she had lots of very sexy friends and I was worried I would have to walk about all night with a raging hard on. I decided that since my wife would not be home ‘til the next day, I would drink all I wanted and just sleep it off at my sister’s house. I drove to her house trying not to think about my wife’s ass or the way her nipples pressed into my hands through her nurse uniform. The more I tried not to think about her, the more I could not help it, so I just concentrated on the drive and listened to the radio. As I pulled into my sister’s driveway I could see the house was hopping with people. She was not in costume when she answered the door, just a plain dress but she looked great anyway. “Hey sis… I thought this was a costume party,” I said looking at hangingstethoscope. “It is but I have a surprise. I bought the wildest costume you have ever seen and I am on my way to put it on now, besides good things come to those that wait.” she said kissing me on the cheek. “I have to go and change. Go help yourself to the food and drinks,” she said hurrying off to her room. I was not disappointed at all - there was eye candy galore. When I said my sister had hot friends, I was not kidding. It looked like a Playboy convention. Some of the outfits were so incredibly sexy; they even made my wife’s costume look tame. One girl was dressed as Wonder Woman in a costume so thin you could see the outline of long hard nipples pressing against the thin material. My favorite thing about her costume was it was so tight you could see the material pressing up her pussy and that she was definitely shaved.  One of my favorite costumes was a pirate, worn by a girl with huge breasts that kept trying to get out of the top. It was so low cut that it just barely covered the nipple. The whole back of her top was open and I could just see the crack of her ass. My hard on seemed to just keep getting worse and the only solution that I could think of and that was to drink. I got a beer and started downing it; I knew I could pick up a girl in a crowd like this but I in no way wanted to cheat on my wife. So I drank and just enjoyed the show.  The party was really going well and I was way past the point of “feeling no pain”, when I saw my sister motioning for me to come over toward her room. Just from looking in her eyes I could see that she had been doing her own share of drinking. I guessed she was almost as gone as me. I walked to her door and asked her, “What’s up sis?” “I really need your help,” she said as she motioned me to get inside her room. “How can I help?” I asked with a bit of a slur.  “Well…” she motioned to a huge costume on her bed. “I bought this costume and was going to wear it tonight with a friend of mine but she just called to let me know that she’s sick,” she said in a near panic. “You do not even want to know what I paid for it and it takes two people to wear it,” she said frowned. It was one wild costume. As I looked at it, I could see it was without a doubt made for two people. It was a beautifully done but huge dragon. I could see the basic idea was that one person went in first. Their legs acted as the front legs of the dragon. Then that person had to lean forward to get their head into the dragon’s head. This required the first person to stay partly hunched over the whole time. The second person’s legs also went into the front legs of the dragon. The legs were easily large enough for two people then the second person had to stand up straight and act like the back of the dragon, creating a hump in the costume, putting their arms into holes that make the wings go up and down. The front feet had straps to put your feet in. This way each person could lift the dragon feet in unison. The back legs and tail were just to balance out the huge front. “Look sis, I understand but as much as I have been drinking all that will happen is we fall on our asses,” I said with a laugh, “I am sure you have someone else you can get to help you.” “Come on, please for me,” my sister pouted. She used to try that look on me when we were kids when she realized she could not bully me into giving in.  “Just this one time help me out and I will never ask for another favor. Pleaseeeee,” she begged.  “I am not even sure if I can walk straight. Do you have any idea how much I have had to drink?” I asked her, trying not to slur my words. “Not as much as me,” she replied. Looking at her I could see she wasn’t feeling any pain either. She gave me that sad look. Her face pleading with all the feminine charm she could muster in her drunken state. I hate it when she does that. “OK, I will do it but if we fall on our asses it’s your fault,” I told her walking over to the bed to investigate the costume more closely. “Look sis, there is no way I am going to stay hunched over like that,” I told her. “If I do this I will take the back of the costume and wag the tail.” “Fair enough,” she accepted as she unzipped the back of the costume. The she stood back up and began to strip her clothes off in front of me. I looked at her in shock.  “What the hell are you doing?” I asked her.  “It’s no big deal I have my bikini on under my clothes” she told me, “Don’t be such a prude. You’re a married man, it’s not like you haven’t seen a woman in a bathing suit before.“  As she pulled off her dress I could see that her bikini had just barely enough fabric to carry the name. I guess it could have been worse. It had a high cut bottom that tied with short strings on the sides. Thank goodness she was not wearing her thong!  “OK, Strip,” she instructed me.  “What? Are you crazy? I am your brother,” I said with a shake in my voice. It was bad enough that she was standing in front of me in next to nothing and that I was having a hard time banishing the dirty thoughts that came to mind seeing her nipples poke into the triangles of her suit.  “Look, I know you have your boxers on. You always do. That is no different than seeing you in a bathing suit. Besides it is so hot in this costume you will die if you don’t get some clothes off,” she reasoned.  Maybe it was from drinking too much or just not really giving a damn but I realized it was a losing argument. I had just told her I would do it and there was no way she would let me out of it now. I started undressing down to my boxers. She climbed in and put her feet through the first set of legs and then her arms. She had to hold on the wall as she leaned over to put her head in the dragons head. As she let go to put her arms in I almost fell over trying to get my legs in beside hers. I finally got all the way in and put my arms through the second set of holes to flap the wings up and down.  “How the hell do we zip this thing up?” I asked her.  “There is a string that comes through the mouth,” she told me. “I can zip it up once you get all the way in.” “I am all the way in,” I told her.  “NO… you have get closer to me it’s a very tight fit.“  I leaned forward till my crotch was pushed up against her ass. At that moment I felt the zipper being pulled up and it pushed me harder against her. We were in but I was pressed so tight against her I could feel her ass pressing against my cock.  “I don’t think I can do this,” I told her. “Yes you can. Besides, I broke the string when I pulled the zipper closed, if we get out now it will ruin the costume. Come on lets give it a try,” she pleaded.  I was just drunk enough to think, “What the hell?” and told her ok. Walking was just as hard as I thought it would be. We had to go very slowly to keep from falling. After a little while we got in step with each other and managed to say upright. It was fun in a way; though I could not see anything at all. There was almost no light from the back but a tiny bit drifting down from the head my sister was wearing.  She would reach out and hug her friends and I would flap the big wings popping them in peoples’ faces, asses or whatever was in the way. The effect the teasing and the walking with my crotch pressed tightly against her ass was having on me caused my cock to twitch and grow. “No!” I thought to myself sternly, “I can not get a hard on with my cock pressed against my sisters ass.” I tried to think of everything gross and disgusting in an effort to keep my cock from raising its head but between the teasing sexy voices I heard and my sister’s ass going up and down as she walked, my cock rose and there way no way I could stop it. I knew she felt it but it did not seem to bother her. The more she walked the more her ass slipped up and down my cock. It was almost like being jacked off with a huge hand. We were getting so hot that sweat was running over both of us and it only acted like lubricant. I was getting more and more turned on and there was no way I could deny it. Ideas were rushing through my mind.  Was it the feeling of having my cock worked or the fact it was my sisters ass that had me so turned on? It hurt my head to think about it and I wanted to just go with the feeling. I want to cum. I needed to cum. At times it seemed she would bend over further to hug someone and her ass cheeks would wrap my hard cock even harder. We had been walking around about 15 minutes and we were both covered in sweat. The sweat was dripping down our bodies and my boxers were soaked. I was so into feeling my sister’s ass rub up and down my hard cock that I was not even paying attention to anything around me. I was just lost in the lust of the moment.  It was then that I felt something different. In my fogged state it took a minute to realize what it was. My sister’s bikini bottoms had come untied and were slipping down her leg. We walked maybe 6 more steps and they fell all the way off.  We both stopped walking and paused with realization at what had happened. She whispered back to me. “Oops, sorry. I guess this is a problem, little brother,” she said in a giggly laugh. Now that her bikini bottoms were totally gone her ass really spread around my cock. The feeling increased ten fold as each step she took caused her ass to pull my cock up and down. I let out a moan as I felt her naked ass against me. She whispered back, “We need to get back to the room and fix this problem before things get messy.” She had no idea how messy things were going to get very soon if we did not get out of this thing. I could feel the blood leaving my brain and all I wanted was to cum hard and long. I was close to the point of not caring who I was with or who was around. I just wanted to cum. Her bare ass was so deep and tight that I could feel her cheeks pulling on my boxers as we walked. As she took one more step her ass pulled on my cock and I felt my cock spring out of the fly in my boxers.  “Oh shit…” was all I could manage to say as my cock pressed against her wet ass.  “I know I can feel it” she said in dreamily wispy voice.  “We have to get back to the room now and get out of the costume,” she said. This time there was no laugh just a small quiver in her voice.  I only thought I was turned on before. Now I could feel her bare skin and the sweat from our bodies running between the crack of her ass. The whole inside of the costume smelled of sweat and there was no denying there was the smell of wet pussy.  The smell of her sex was more intoxicating than anything I could have ever imagined. I was getting more and more turned on. I knew in my brain that we had to get out of this soon, but all thought about consequences had totally left me. I was completely and totally lost in the moment. My heart was racing and I could tell she was also starting to pant a little. Her breathing was short and fast and with each step she would let a little moan out. Getting back to her room was a nearly impossible task. We were way outside on the deck and it took 10 minutes for us to get that far. I knew it was going to be a slow walk back inside and to her room.  Slowly we walked back inside her house. Each step seemed to take and eternity. With each forward step my rock hard cock was slipping up and down her and I swear she was pushing her ass against me with each step. The temperature in the costume was rising and I was not sure it was all from the heat.  I whispered, “If we don’t get back soon I am going to lose it… We have to try to go faster”.  We picked up the pace and started taking bigger steps. This was a big mistake. With her first big step forward we got out of sync and she fell over toward the floor face first. I tried to lean back to keep us upright. Her falling forward and me falling back was just enough gap that my cock slipped from between her ass cheeks. As she caught herself from falling and pulled up, I felt a warm wetness engulf my hard throbbing cock.  She let out a moan and her whole body stiffened as a small quake rippled through her body. My mind was in a fog. I tried to pull back but there was no room. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a vice and her breathing quickened. Neither of us moved or said anything for several seconds. Soon her breathing slowed down but the warm wetness was still engulfing my hard cock.

“We have to get back to the room nowwwwwww,” she whispered in a quiver and a pant. We were still 30 or 40 feet from her room. With each step my cock pushed deep into her and I felt a flood of juice drip over my hard cock. We made it 5 more feet and she stopped.  I was totally lost in the feeling of her wet pussy. I no longer cared that she was my sister. My brain was screaming how wrong this was but by adolescent fantasies of my sister overpowered any sane thought. The times I had wondered what it would be like to have sex while listening to her fuck her boyfriends ran through my mind like a freight train. An at this point there was no stopping that train. My whole self was lost; all I wanted to do was cum in my hot sister’s dripping wet pussy. Her body stiffened and a deep moan came from her lips as I felt that shutter and quake rip through her body. Her body quivered and I felt her pussy clinch my cock. I knew for sure this time she was having an orgasm.  Her shaking was harder and stronger than the first time. Her pussy was like a vice; it squeezed and milked my cock. She bent over further as her orgasm rocked her body and I could not stop myself from trying to push my hips forward and back, trying to sink my cock all the way in her. I knew somewhere in my brain that this was wrong but no one was listening to that voice.  I kept trying to push as deep her as possible into her hot wet pussy. Again she held on to the wall and let another orgasm pass. This time, the longer she held the wall the more I rocked my hips to push in and out of her even though we were not walking. Her breathing was getting faster but somehow she got the strength to try to walk forward again. I walked with her but no longer cared about anything. Now with each step I would try to pound her as much as possible, fucking her with all the force I could muster in such a small space. We made it five more steps and her breathing was so fast and strong I thought she would pass out. I don’t know if she meant to or not but she started pushing her ass back against me as she stepped forward. It was almost like she was trying to get me deeper in her pussy. There was no thinking, we were just lost in sexual delight, only the intense pleasure mattered. We made it to the door of her room and her pussy clamped around my cock as she had another orgasm. This time I had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling. Her moans became louder, almost a muffled scream. Her pussy juice flooded over my throbbing cock. If it had not been for the music and the noise anyone close by would have heard her.  As her pussy gripped my cock I could not hold out any more and a flood of cum shot from my cock deep inside of her. My cock started pulsing as load after load shot into her. The second she felt me cum in her she set off in the biggest orgasm yet. Her breathing was so fast it sounded like she had just ran a marathon. Her whole body was shaking, we both just stood there propped against the door to her room. It took over a minute for both of us to catch our breath and be able to move. Neither of us could talk, it was all we could do not to fall over.  She opened the door and walked in very slowly and despite my orgasm, my cock never went totally soft. As we walked in I felt the blood flow back into my cock in a rush. The warm feeling of my sticky cum mixed with her pussy juice running down our legs, only made me want her more. We walked in the door and with each step I was pumping my cock in her.  This time I did not even try to hide the fact I was trying to fuck her hard. The whole costume smelled of sex and cum. She was moaning louder as she closed the door. We walked toward the bed me fucking her with each step. My hips were rocking back and forth like a mini machine gun. Each stroke was so small but as fast as I could go.  She moaned louder not caring anymore as she bent over the edge of the bed. Her head was resting all the way down so her pussy was pushed up against me. This allowed a bit more room and I was pumping her with all I could manage. She began to moan loudly - no longer even trying to be quiet. As moan after moan left her lips I heard the one thing that made me go insane with lust. “Ohhh don’t stop. Fuck me, baby brother, fuck meee! Oh God yes, please don’t stop,” she screamed. “Fuck me, use me, take me just don’t stop!” she said as her voice broke in gasps. All thought was gone as she bent over the bed and started rocking her hips to meet my forward thrust. My cock slipped deeper in her and she let out a gasp. The more she bent over the deeper I went in her until I could feel my balls slap against her clit. She let out a loud scream of sexual ecstasy and had an orgasm that seemed to keep building in intensity. She shook so hard it was like trying to hold on to a bucking bronco, I felt and heard the material in the back start to rip.  The back gave way and I pulled out of her pussy. The sudden change caused me to slip. I tried to steady myself but lost my balance and fell over on my ass pulling her down with me. I felt a stab of pain on my cock for a split second as she fell on me, then it felt warm and tight. I realized my cock had slipped in her ass. The tightness of her ass and the moans from still lingering orgasm were more than I could take.  In a split second we both realized what had just happed but were both too far gone to care. She tried to get back upright but it only made my cock sink in and out of her ass. I was fucking her ass! Three times she tried to get upright but each time she only managed to pump my cock in her ass. Before long I realized she was not trying to get up, she was lifting her ass up and down helping me fuck her ass. “Fuck my ass baby brother, take my ass hard,” she screamed. “You want my ass? It’s yours. Just fuck me hard. Sink that hard cock deep in my ass,” she said almost hysterically. Those words were more than I could take. I felt my cock begin that last thrust as the cum boiled from my balls and exploded deep in her ass. She also let out a scream as her orgasm tore through her body. I think we both may have passed out. I woke up in a daze and felt my cock finally getting soft. It slipped out of her ass with a plop.  We both just lay on the floor for several more minutes before I started pushing my back against the material. I felt it give again and heard the material rip. My back was out of the costume. I climbed out slowly, my boxers were covered with cum and pussy juice. As I looked down I could see my cock was still semi hard and poking through the fly in my boxers.  I was covered in sweat and my hair was dripping wet. I rolled on my back and started trying to catch my breath as my sister worked her way out of the ripped opening. As I watched her climb out of the costume, I could see she was a bigger mess than me. Her hair was matted together and all in her face. She had lost her bikini bottoms and I could not help but admire her waxed, smooth pussy.  I looked up and saw that her bikini top had ripped and her breasts were totally free. As she struggled out of the costume I watched mesmerized as her huge breasts would swing back and forth like a metronome. It was the first time I had ever seen her totally naked and I could not stop myself from looking. She was covered in sweat and cum like me, her face was flushed with wet sweaty hair hanging in her face and her nipples were as hard as erasers. She freed herself at last and rolled on the floor next to me.  We sat looking at each other for several minutes. The more I looked at her covered in sweat and cum, the more excited I became. The blood flooded back to my cock in such a rush that it almost hurt as it sprang up on its own. With no idea what to say or do I could only look at the glow on her face to tell she had enjoyed it as much as me.  After a while we both caught our breath then she leaned over me and kissed me. It was no sister kiss, it was a kiss of a woman that wanted to be fucked. She crawled up on me with her tongue in my throat and started rubbing her huge breasts against my chest. No longer being hindered by the costume she reached back and guided me into her dripping pussy and started riding me.  She started moaning as I tried to match her down thrust with my own upward thrust. She started kissing my face and biting my neck. She grabbed my hair and thrust her tits into my face. “Suck my nipples hard. Sink your teeth into my nipple. Please,” she begged. For years I had been dreaming of seeing her huge tits. I feasted on them like it was my last meal. I sucked her nipple as hard as I could as she moaned even louder.  “Don’t play with me, bite them!” she yelled. I sunk my teeth into her hard nipple and she exploded. She dropped on my cock with a hard thrust and I felt the clamp-like feeling of her pussy gripping me. Wave after wave of shakes ran through her body as her orgasm built to a climax. Even as I watched her orgasm wash over her, I was amazed at her complete loss of control.  Just as I thought her orgasm was slowing down, I saw her reach down, grabbing her own breast in her hand and pulled it up and start sucking it. This only caused her to start a whole new wave of shaking. Then she opened her mouth and bit harder than I could believe on her own nipple as she exploded.  I have always though that the hottest thing a woman could do was suck and bite her own breasts and it was more than I could take. I let out a grunt and came in her. This time there was no forced position. I exploded with total abandonment deep in her pussy. She rolled off me and we lay next to each other with a mixture of satisfaction and guilt.  I guess we both were a bit embarrassed at what had just happened and started getting dressed. We were both totally silent and looked like we had just run a 100Km race. But there was no way to hide the glow of satisfaction on our faces. Donna got up off the floor, grabbed a towel and started wiping her face and body off. My eyes were glued to her, watching her transform from a wild sexual animal to a presentable host. She brushed her long beautiful hair and slipped her dress over her head. I was so stunned from the night events that it took me several seconds before I realized that she had not bother to put her bra or panties on. She headed for the door and turned to look at me.  “Look, lets not let this mess things up for us, ok? It was an accident and will never happen again,” the look on her face said she was torn between appreciating the great sex and her shame as the full extent of the situation settled on her.  “Right, it never happened. We will never mention it again,” I told her with my legs still shaking. Even as I said the words, I was not really sure I meant what I had just said. She closed the door behind her and went out to talk to her guests. I lay on the floor for 20 minutes before I managed to get up and get dressed.  The party was over about at about 3 am and I crashed on the couch. I woke the next morning and my head was spinning, still thinking about what happened. I could not believe it. I knew it was an accident but the feeling was so unreal. It was the best sex I had ever had in my life and it was with my sister.  “Stop it,” I told myself over and over, “I can not think about having sex with my sister. It was wrong and it was an accident.“  I heard my sister come into the room. She sat beside me and looked as hung over as I did. Her hair was all over the place and she had on a robe that was just barely tied. I was pretty sure she was naked under the robe but tried to push those thoughts away. Things had already gotten far enough out of hand. “I know we said we would not talk about it but I have to get this off my chest. That was the best sex I ever had in my life,” she said in a low voice, “I know it was wrong and this will be the end of it, but you need to know that I have never felt anything like that before. To be honest with you, and myself, I want you to know that I am glad it happened. I have thought about having sex with you for as long as I can remember. I guess that was why I teased you so much when we were kids.” I just sat there, stunned at her confession. She had thought about having sex with me?  “Please don’t hate me for being honest with you,” she said and started crying, holding her head in her hands.  I smiled and put my hand on her cheek. “To be totally honest with you I can’t stop thinking about it even now,” I said with a little smile. I gave her a hug, hoping it would help reassure her that she wasn’t alone with those feelings. Even as I held her I could not stop looking down her robe as it fell open. That same old rush started returning and had to force myself to stay under control. It took all the will-power I had to just hug her till she was not crying anymore. She kissed me on the cheek and went back to her room to change and take a shower. I took a shower after she had gotten out and washed the smell of sex off me. We both chatted as we ate breakfast just like nothing had really changed. I still had one hell of a hangover, so I grabbed some aspirin before I left. When my wife came home she wanted to know all about the party. I told her I got a little too drunk and still felt really ill. She laughed and told me that it was what I deserved for drinking too much and having such a good time without her.  “You better get your rest. Tonight you get your reward for being such a good husband,” she smiled and gave her ass a shake. That night we made love like we had not done in months. It was hot, wild and we were both exhausted when we were done.  “I guess you really missed me at that party, huh?” she laughed as we lay next to each other, out of breath. Two months later my sister called and told me she was thinking about having another costume party. She paused.  “ I got my costume fixed and was wondering if you wanted to share it with me,” my heart stopped for a good 30 seconds while I realized what she was saying. There was no question that part of me wanted to go… but would I?

Two vibrators lay between them. Frozen, the girl prays to be struck by lightning. Her father picks one up. “Oh, honey, they’re just sex toys – you don’t need to be embarrassed.” The lightning strike doesn’t come. “i’m sorry! ahh! please just give them to me!” The older man relents, handing the new toy to his daughter. Hiding them against her body, she scurries off to her room.

Later that night, the man reads in bed. He can hear her shuffling through the house. Every drawer and cupboard is opened and closed. Slowly, his bedroom door creaks open.

“…dad…?” His little girl mumbles through the crack. “Mmhm?” He turns the page. A long pause. “…where are the batteries?” The book is closed. “Ahh, we’ve got A batteries in the shed – what kind do you need?” Another long pause. “…i dunno…” He rubs his eyes. The girl’s lack of technical knowledge is not for his lack of trying to teach her. “Can you bring it here?”

She takes her time. Ten minutes later she creeps into her dad’s bedroom. His old oversized shirt swishes around her body, hiding the comfy panties she bought five years ago. The man sits on the edge of the bed and takes the toys from the humiliated girl. He examines the wand with the large bulb head. “Well, this one has a charging cable with it… Looks like it needs to be plugged in for a while.” The plug fits neatly into the outlet.

The girl sits on the bed next to him, nervously playing with her hair. The pink rabbit eared vibrator is opened up by his strong hands. “Mmm, yup, just like I thought – triple A. I think I’ve actually got a few in here.” He slides open his bedside drawer, pushing aside some condoms to find the batteries. He inserts them, closes the cute pink toy, and clicks it on. buzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Looks like it works: There ya go, kiddo.” She takes the bunny vibe. The man watches his daughter stare at the toy with a mixture of confusion and despair. “…you know how to use that thing, right..?” The girl glances at him with a guilty expression. “uh… yeah…? i mean… kinda…?” Her finger flicks the bunny ear shape of the head. “…not really? it just, like, had good reviews…?” He touches the girl’s shoulder.

“Dad can show you how to use it.”

Sitting in his lap, the girl leans back against her parent. Sheepishly spreading her legs, she nibbles on her knuckle as his hand rests on her thigh. “Now we don’t want it to be too strong at first, so we’ll soften it with some fabric.” He slips a finger inside her old panties. “These are pretty worn and thin, so we’ll use the shirt too.” A moment of relief as he covers her crotch with the bottom of the garment.

buzzzzzzzzzzzz – The girl squeezes the hand on her thigh as she feels her dad touch the vibrator to her pussy. “ah-“ A short gasp as she feels it through the bunched up fabric. He presses firmly but carefully, tender and gentle and sure to not overwhelm his daughter. Her first experience with a toy should be special. Soft strokes against her pussy, and he feels her relax.

“Used to it? We can do it without the shirt, now.” She nods enthusatically. The girl lifts up her dad’s old shirt and tosses it over the side of the bed. Only in her panties, she spreads her legs again. “I meant just lift it up, but that’s fine too.” Her neck close to his lips, he can see her ears turn pink. “uhhmm… didn’t want it to get in the way…?” The girl can feel his facial hair brush against her when he chuckles.

“Okay, honey. This is going to feel a lot stronger.” Her hand rests on his forearm. “…i can handle it, dad…” The man touches the vibrator to her panties. Using the faint outline of her pussy as a guide, he lets the bunny ears rest around her clit. His daughter gasps, moans and wiggles. Her wiggles turn to faint humping. “See how it hugs your clit, darling?” She can feel his hard cock press against her bum.

“Hey kiddo, I’m trying to show you something. Look where dad’s putting the toy.” The girl stares down between her legs; at the two strong arms holding her, holding the toy, pulling her thighs open, pressing the vibrator into her clit, fingers inches away from her wet pussy. “yes dad, thank you dad, I can see where it goes…” More gentle stroking. One hand grips her bare breast, rubbing against her nipples.

“can we try without panties, now?” Her question is soft and nervous. He hooks the wet crotch of her underwear with his thumb and pulls them down. The girl leans forward to slip them off her legs. She feels her dad’s thick cock through his pyjamas, squeezed between her bumcheeks. The man watches his daughter drop her soaked panties onto his pillow. His fingers play with her drippy pussy.

“Looks like it’s working, isn’t it darling?” The man’s fingers are wet from a few seconds of rubbing her hole. “ah – yes dad it feels real good…” He squeezes her tits and pushes the toy into her bare clit. The girl moans and presses her face into his neck. The man can hear every breath and whimper. One finger slides inside her pussy, working into her hole as he grinds the vibrator into his daughter’s clit.

“fuck – dad dad dad dad da-“ She squeals and holds onto him for support. Her bouncing and shaking strokes her ass against his dick. The girl’s father keeps the toy pressed into her as she cums. She writhes and begs. “C’mon champ, you can take a little more.” He growls, fucking her with his hands and the toy. “yes please thank you dad – more please…”

Bent over like a dog, she holds the powerful wand between her thighs. Fully charged, the vibrations rattle through her hips and down her legs. Two of her dad’s thick fingers roughly explore her drippy pussy. “Why didn’t you buy a dildo, sweetheart?” He gropes her bare ass. “was scared daddy…” His daughter whines as she pushes back into his hands. “Yeah, you’ve got a pretty tight hole…”

She doesn’t let her live it down. Over the next week the woman teases her relentlessly. Don’t forget to wear clothes when I come over tonight. The reply is quick. shutt uppppp! Not letting up, she continues. You’re right, you two going to be fucking on the kitchen table when I get there? They aren’t when she arrives at their house that evening. The friends talk and laugh for hours.

As the night wanes, the woman and the boyfriend poke fun at the girl for her humiliating mistake. Blushing, she squeezes her partner’s hand. “So,” He asks their guest. “Do you want to watch us have sex?” The girl’s jaw drops. “Oh yeah, for sure.” Is the woman’s simple reply. The man hugs his shocked partner. “See? Easy.” Her heart pounds in her chest.

The couple kiss on the bed. “You two are so hot.” Their friend comments, lounging in a chair. A nervous squeak from the girl. “She’s filthy, too.” The man says with a chuckle, stripping his girlfriend nude. “Is that true? Are you a secret slut, darling?” The woman’s eyes stare at her friend’s pretty cunt. “mmm uh I dunno I try…” A loud smack on her ass echoes through the room.

“Come on, tell her.” Easing into their dynamic, he gives her a direct order. “yeah, um, I try to be… free-use… for him…” Her voice trails off as he fingers her wet pussy. “She’s just being shy – she’s been free-use for years.” The man rubs his hard cock against her body. “I can fuck her how I want, whenever I want.” Blushing pink, the girl grinds her pussy into his hand. "...that's true..." She rubs faster when the woman laughs. “Sounds like you are a slut…”

The man thrusts his cock into her drippy pussy. Looking over at her friend, the girl mumbles incoherently. “What’s that, darling? Speak up.” The woman rubs her pussy as he pumps his cock into his girlfriend. “I’m his fuck-toy… See…?” Crawling on top of her partner, she faces her friend. Her hips bounce up and down, giving the woman a full view. When he slips out for a moment, she pulls herself open to show off her stretched out hole.

“I can see. Look how wet you are, bouncing on his cock…” The girl starts to whimper. “You look so sexy, taking care of his big dick…” Her hips start to shake as she watches her friend get off to watching her fuck. “Don’t be shy… Show me what a naughty girl you are…” The girl arches her back and gasps at the sky, cumming in front of the woman. “Very impressive, slut.”

Bored at school, the woman’s phone buzzes on her desk. She grins, seeing the notification from her friend. I made him cum so much this morning!!! Carefully putting in her earbuds, she watches the attached video. Lying in bed, the girl pulls her legs open. Her boyfriend’s thick cock stretches out her little pussy. The couple is sweaty, nearing the end of their rough fucking.

“Cum in my mouth…” The girl’s breathy begging makes the woman curl her toes. On her knees now, she strokes his cock. A harsh groan from her boyfriend and he unloads his cum. Her lips and tongue are splattered, a thin ribbon runs down the bridge of her nose. White, sticky fluid fills her eager hole.

Which sign do you choose for your property?

Subs, which one do you dream of?

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edit: that desctruction is terrible imo, pls don’t think that I support that. It’s not my idea lol