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It left you almost completely bare. The cart girl skirts were already skimpy – meant to encourage disgusting old men to tip more, you supposed – and the lack of coverage underneath meant you were vulnerable to a strong gust of wind.

And Titus required you to wear it whenever you were serving him. For situations exactly like this.

He’d brought some old, stuffy business partner with him today. You didn’t really care who the man was, much more focused on pouring expensive scotch for the two men and ogling Titus. He looked fantastic in his dark slacks and even darker polo. With every swing, his biceps bulged and the muscles in his thighs flexed. It was a struggle to keep your focus on your own cart whenever Titus stepped up onto the green.

You’d been wet since you’d first set eyes on him this morning. It was a Pavlovian response after so many months of being his personal… attendant on the golf course. You found yourself craving his touch more and more frequently as time went on, especially after he gave you your special skirt.

You knew Titus had noticed how you’d been shifting, trying to fight the growing discomfort of your wetness leaking down your bare thighs and seeking pressure to ease the ache in your core as the game went on.

When the opportunity came, Titus seized the moment immediately. 

The man he’d brought with him was old with a weak bladder, so when he’d needed a bathroom break before the 9th hole – very conveniently the most isolated on the entire course – Titus had commanded his caddy to drive the man back to the clubhouse so he could relieve himself and they could continue. 

As soon as they’d rounded the corner, Titus grabbed you by the wrist, yanking you into his lap where he sat in the driver's seat of his golf cart.

“Let’s see if you’re ready for me, doll,” his fingers dipped below your skirt. “You’re soaked. Been waiting for this?”

You were and you had been. You’d noticed just how wet you were around the 3rd hole and you’d been aching for his touch around the 5th.

“I’m ready,” you gasped when he sunk two fingers deep inside you. They felt good, but you needed something more. You needed him, balls deep inside you. “Please, Sir.”

“Alright, alright,” his fingers slipped out. He wiped them on your skirt before undoing his belt. “Since you’re so desperate, take what you need.”

Your eyes were glued to his deft fingers as they undid his slacks and slid them and his briefs down just far enough to pull his cock out. He was fully hard, already leaking at the tip. You knew he liked to lie and pretend he didn’t crave you as much as you did him, but his cock was always honest with you.

“Thank you, sir,” you lifted, reaching down to grasp the heavy length of him and position the tip between your folds. “Thank you.”

Titus blew out a harsh breath when your heat enveloped him as you slid down slowly. He filled you perfectly, reaching all the way to the very back of your channel and stretching your walls. 

You settled against his thighs, taking a moment to catch your breath as your walls squeezed around him.

But Titus was growing impatient. He slapped your ass, causing you to yelp and your hips to jerk.

“C’mon,” he thrust up against you, burying himself even deeper. “I don’t have all day.”

With a whimper, you began rolling your hips, chasing your pleasure. Your lip was clenched tight between your teeth as you fought to keep your voice down, but noises still slipped through. Titus just felt too good for you to keep your voice to yourself.

“Yeah?” Titus chuckled, but his own breathing was heavier as you chased your pleasure. “Feel good?”

“Yes, sir,” you were picking up the pace, the cart beneath you shaking and rocking in time with your movements. “Feels so good. Too good.”

“Too good?” He was laughing again, but he couldn’t fight a groan as you sunk down fully, grinding your hips back and forth.

“Too good,” your thighs were trembling, but you didn’t give up. You were so close, your clit grinding against his pubic bone with every hard roll of your hips against his. “M’gonna cum, sir. Can I? Please?”

“Cum,” Titus’s hand fisted in your ponytail, tugging your head back. His teeth dug into your neck as your eyes caught on the distant figure of his golfing companion and caddy driving back towards you. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

“Titus, Titus they’re–”

You couldn’t get the rest of the words out, choking around your climax as it rushed through you. All of your limbs felt like jelly. Your movements slowed, but Titus picked up the slack, keeping you bouncing and grinding on his lap while you twitched and spasmed around his cock. 

“Take it,” Titus was pumping his cock up into you. Your eyes rolled back as the fire of your orgasm was ratcheted up again as you felt the blistering heat of his cum fill you, spurt after spurt.

Titus leaned back against the seat, sighing in satisfaction as his orgasm ended. You weren’t sure how he looked so relaxed and composed when you were still shaking in the aftermath of  your own.

Tires on gravel alerted you to the impending arrival of his guest. You sprung off his lap, steadying yourself quickly and hurrying back to your cart. Behind you, you could hear Titus laughing and the rustling of his clothes as he pulled himself back together.

It sent a little thrill through you to see his associate raising an eyebrow at you as the caddy pulled in to park behind Titus’s cart. You weren’t attracted to man at all, but it warmed you from the inside out to see his eyes rake over you before darting over to look at Titus. His eyes moved back to you, zeroing in on your bare thighs.

That was when you realized you were very visibly dripping Titus’s cum.

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corruption-kink!dana , who slowly settles you on her strap, cooing the entire time, ‘ aww look at you, you’re doing so well for me sweetheart. ’

corruption-kink!dana , who watches your eyes flutter when she slowly eases herself into you, and god she finds it cuter than she should.

corruption-kink!dana , who loves teasing you about how well you’re taking her ‘ that’s it baby, taking mommy’s cock so well… ’ while she removes your sweat stuck hair from your face.

corruption-kink!dana , who loves hearing your desperate little whines for her to go faster and not slow down. ‘ oh you like that, sweetheart? you want mommy to keep going? ’ she’ll cooing, gripping your chin to maintain eye contact.

corruption-kink!dana , who gets stupidly turned on by the little dribble of drool running down your chin, ‘ aww, my girl’s getting so dumb for me. can’t even keep your drool in, huh? ’

he loves to watch you sit down in shorts or skirt, watching how cute they look spread out on a chair or cushion. he loves your thick thighs when your sitting in his lap and now he's been granted full access to touch and squeeze as he so pleases. he loves watching the way you get flustered and wet with excitement from how he mindlessly strokes his hand up and down, finding a new fixation with how particularly soft the insides of your thighs are. he loves to see the way your thighs cage him in when you take the initiative to take him cowgirl style for a change of pace, giving him full range to slap and squeeze them as much as he wants

pope cody especially loves your thick thighs at night, when your too tired for anything but you couldn't deny the lover boy who's peering down at you so sweetly with pleading eyes, begging you to just let him use your body while you rest :( so he's pulling big cock out, coating him self in some lube before he turns you on your side in bed, slotting his cock between your thighs. fucking himself on your thighs while reaching from behind to grip your chest and kiss your neck.

'so good to me, baby, letting me use like this? so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect for me, baby. fuck– can i cum ok your thighs, honey?'

You leaned against the sticky wooden counter, tracing the rim of your glass. The alcohol was hitting you fast tonight, you knew it by the warmth flushing across your cheeks.

Beside you, Andrew sat with his intense eyes tracking the movement of your fingers before rising to meet your gaze.

"You're flushed," he murmured.

"It's just the drink," you breathed, a little breathless as he shifted closer, crowding your space.

Before you could finish your thought, his hand cupped the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. He leaned in and kissed you. It was possessive, deep, and demanding. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his eyes scanning your dazed expression.

He noticed the way your breathing had hitched, the way your skin felt heated beneath his touch.

"Too many people in here," he muttered, his grip tightening just enough to make you shiver. "Let's go."

The cool night air of the beach did little to cool the fire burning under your skin. You were sitting on a secluded low concrete wall just off the sand, tucked away in the shadows, but not entirely isolated—the distant murmur of a few late night beachgoers drifted through the air.

You were between Andrew’s legs, your back pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped securely around your waist, holding you.

He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His lips leaving a trail of wet kisses up your shoulder, pressing into the sensitive spot right beneath your ear. You let out a soft sigh, tilting your head to give him better access.

As he kissed you, his hands began to move. They slid down to your thighs, his palms rough against your bare skin.

He began to caress them, his grip tightening into firm squeezes that made your core throb.

You were wearing a loose skirt.

And Andrew knew exactly what he wanted.

His hand drifted upward, the fabric of your skirt bunching up around your hips. He took one of your legs and put it over his, forcing you to open up for him. His fingers slid beneath the edge of your panties, finding your slick warmth instantly.

You gasped, your hips bucking slightly against him.

"Shh," Andrew whispered. "People are right over there. You need to be a good girl and stay quiet for me."

He slid two fingers inside you, finding a slow rhythm that had you gripping his forearms for dear life. "Fuck, you're so tight, sweet girl."

You tried to swallow a moan, but a soft sound escaped your lips. Immediately, Andrew leaned, catching your mouth with his. He kissed you deeply, using his tongue to muffle the desperate sounds you were making, masking your pleasure entirely within his own mouth.

When he broke the kiss, his lips brushed against yours, his breath hot and heavy. "Listen how wet you are for my fingers," he growled low, his fingers stretching you, pushing deeper. "Drinking always makes you so soft, so wet, so ready for me. Beg me for it."

"Andrew, please," you whimpered, trying to move against his hand.

"Please what?" he muttered, his thumb slowly grinding against your clit, making your knees shake. "You want everyone on this beach to hear how good I'm making you feel, mh? How slutty you are when you're drunk?"

"Y-Yes, mgh. Baby, p-please faster."

He was relentless. His thumb found your clit, moving faster while his fingers buried deeper inside you, driving a steady pace.

"Look at me," he ordered, pulling back just enough to force you to look at him, his eyes locking onto yours. "Look at me while I make you come."

"P-please, let-let me come, please," you gasped while looking at him, biting your lip with your eyes full of pleasure tears.

"I can feel you clenching, bunny. I wish you could see how cute you look when you're completely desperate, begging me to let you come."

The combination of the alcohol, the vulnerability of being outside, and the overwhelming friction of his hand with the weight of his words drove you right over the edge.

"Come, baby, cream my fingers."

You shook against him, burying your face in his neck to stifle the broken cry that tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you.

Andrew held you tight, riding out the waves of your release, his fingers continuing to stroke you firmly, letting you feel every single bit of his control until the tremors finally began to fade.

"T-thank you, baby." You slumped back, breathing heavily, against his chest, completely spent.

Andrew slowly withdrew his hand from beneath your skirt. He brought his fingers up, staring at you with dark eyes, before slowly licking them clean. A satisfied smirk touched his lips at the taste of you.

"So sweet," he murmured, pulling you back against his chest and wrapping his arms securely around you as the ocean breeze cooled your skin. "Good girl. Exactly where you belong."

-'🖤⛓ ⁠*⁠.⁠‧₊˚

the first time it scared you, because you thought he was uncomfortable, or you were hurting him in some way.

laying him on his back gently, making sure the pillows cushion his head while he looks at you with those big and fawn like, hungry eyes. holding his chest while you sink down on him with a moan, head thrown back slightly as he grasps into your hips, helping you take it all. “god baby, y’feel so good,” you moan, biting your lip and rolling your head on your shoulder, smirking at the little noises he starts to let out.

you feel him buck his hips, whiney whimpers exiting him as you plant your hands at his shoulders. “don’t-don’t move baby, don’t gotta do anything. i’ll take care of you tonight, ok? you had a long day.” you coo, staring into his glassy eyes. his brows pull forward, you can see the confusion in his face. “you had a long day,” you emphasize before he can speak, “just lay down. relax, Andy, relax.”

you don’t stop your movements, but through small moans you watch him unwind, fall back into the pillow, let his body sink into the mattress as you ride him, groans spill out more frequently with the heave of his chest. at one point his hands glide off you and onto the bed, letting them lay there as he succumbs to the pleasure flowing through his body.

you let out a breathy giggle, “m’i making you feel good baby? d’you like it?” his groans and whimpers have gone shakey, teeth bared as he pants, eyes squeezed shut and brows furrowed. “yeahhh..” he whimpers, and through his lashes you see little droplets of water cling onto them before rolling down the sides of his face and into his hair.

“feels so good i..fuck you’re so good…” he hiccups, no longer trying to hide he’d been crying. your heart drops, eyes widening as you halt your movements, grabbing his face and watching his tear eyes fall open on you, adorning that pouty lip. “Andrew? what-what happened, did i do something??” his chest is shaking with heavy gasps and hiccups, tears flowing down his pretty pink cheeks.

“n-no, no i just..keep going baby m’okay..” he grabs your hips again, rocking you on him, groaning again and tearing eyes rolling back in pleasure. “honey if-if there’s something wrong i want you to tell me, please..” you hold his pouty face, squishing his cheeks slightly as his brows furrowed, looking into your worried eyes.

“nothing honey, nothing i just..fuck you’re soo..i-i don’t know..i don’t know,” his voice cracks, he’s got that look in his blown pupils that makes your stomach hurt. you hate seeing Andrew cry, it’s like a thousand bombs being dropped. your sweet boy is so overwhelmed.

“you’re so good to me and i..i don’t know, i don’t know what to do. you take care of me,” he breaths, and as you listen you let him guide your hips on his cock, it was clearly calming his nerves. “and you love me, even when i feel like i don’t deserve it. it’s just so much, and fuck you feel so good and i can’t take it..” he shrugs his shaking shoulders.

“i’m ok baby i promise, just..keep going. i love it, i love it so much, i love you,” you meet his assuring nods, leaning down and meeting him halfway in a kiss, raking your fingers through his curls, grinding your hips down as he fucks into you from below. “you promise?” you moan into his mouth, your forearm pressing against his chest as he holds you closer. “i pinky promise baby.”

after that, when he started to tear up or full on sob while inside you, you could gauge why. whether it be from a bad day and needing to destress, he always felt safe enough to let go with you, to let his emotions float away into this sacred space.

you hear his little hums and whimpers into your kiss, pulling him closer while he holds your calves that wrapped around his torso. “Andy?” you whisper, not pulling away, but feeling his tears against your cheeks. “m’okay, i’m alright, just..” he nods, hicupping a shudders breath as he rocks into you towards his orgasm, other hand coming up to grab at your boob.

you nod again, letting him breath and groan into your mouth, grazing his tongue over yours as his eyes squeeze shut. times like this you peak your eyes open a little just to see him, to see his tight squeezed brows, fluttering lashes and teary pink cheeks. “let it out, ok? breath,” you tell him, getting another soft nod as his shallow thrusts speed up slightly, more groans and whimpers coming from him as he lets his emotions flow through him freely.

“just breath baby, it’s me and you. let it out, ok?” “okay, o-okay,” he strains before another groan, his hands are jittery on your skin, running up your body with gentleness. you’ve learned that sometimes, he doesn’t want those feelings to come out. so he just needs a little more. you swallow his ragged breath and girly moans, holding the back of his neck to keep him pressed close, lips on each other as you take him in and feel his orgasm run at you.

“you love me?” “i love you, i love you so much baby-mmpf i love you so much honeybee.” Andrews so soft like this, so entirely yours. “yeah?” “yeah. yeah. m’yours i..i love you and im yours,” he nods frantically, and you feel his hips become a bit more erratic. “love you so much, oh god, fuck i love you, m’gonna cum ok? holy fuck,” you smile faintly, letting him wrap himself around you and sob in your ear, cheek to warm cheek and sweaty body in yours.

The room your sitting in is cold, not temperature wise, god no, but just because it’s isolated, grey, and empty other than the table and chair your at.

You’re chewing your gum, fiddling with lace patch on your denim skirt. You’d honestly rather be anywhere else than here right now, you weren’t even at work the day the store was robbed. You sigh and lean against the table with a soft groan, ready to get this over with.

The door finally opens after another ten boring minutes, and in walks in him, Officer. Bryant. Sure you’ve seen him around the city, whether it’s at some bar after some drunk guys got into a fight and someone called the cops, or when he was on the news that one time. But fuck, today? Some random day in the middle of July? You think you’re about to leak through your skirt.

He’s got dark sunglasses perched on his nose, curls a little puffed out from the Californian humidity, a dark police officer uniform on, arms half way rolled up; probably trying to avoid the heat of the mid day. He lets out a deep breath and takes the sunglasses off and lets them drop on the table before sliding into the chair across from you.

You perk up a little, straightening your back and tucking your hair to your ears. “So,” he starts, “you work at this….’niki’s shop’” he’s raising an eyebrow at you as he reads the name of the store, his tongue resting against the side of his cheek.

You nod softly “Yes sir.” His eyes snap to meet yours finally, before slowly dragging down your seated body. You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on your glistening chest, the thin tank top probably doing nothing to hide your sweating, and of course the only bra you had clean was the fuckin push up one you bought in 7th grade from victoria secret to feel like a badass, a little embarrassed it still fits you at 21.

You curl into your self slightly under his gaze before he nods and clears his throat, closing the small folder and sliding it to the side of the table. “You got a boyfriend at this shop” he asks casually, a small tilt of his head as he looks at your confused expression.

What? Why would that matter anything to the robbing?? “Uhm…” you look down to your hands at your lap, panicking and making up a lie. “Yeah, i do.” you nod softly before looking back up at him. You can see his jaw work beneath his skin, “hm” he shrugs. “Can you stand up from me?” he asks, biting his bottom lip.

You swallow thickly, eyes big and confused but nonetheless you stand, smoothing out your skirt slightly. Sammy’s leaning back in his chair, legs spreading as he licks his lips and nods, lifting his finger and circling it, in sign for you to twirl.

“Officer Bryant how is this-“ He stands. Hands heavily landing against the table. It’s shuts you up, nodding before spinning quickly. Folding your hands in front of your waist once you’re finished. Sammy’s got his dark gaze on you from across the table before moving to get closer to you.

He comes up behind you, you can feel the heat of him on your back. His breath hits your neck lightly before you hear him sniff. Your head spins to meet his, eyebrows furrowed, he’s moving instantly. Hands clamped roughly on your hips and pushing the against the cold wall with a thud. It knocks the air outta your lungs a little to be honest with a soft gasp.

“O-Officer Bryant?” your voice is small as you look up at him, caged in by his body, his breathing heavy against your face by how close he is. He’s ducking his head to your neck, trailing his nose against your sweaty skin as he inhales. You’re shaking a bit trying to stay still.

“Does he touch you?” he growls into the shell of your ear. Your head is swimming, you can’t form a thought due to the completely unrealness of the situation you’re in. “What?” you breath out “Who?”

“That little boyfriend of yours?” he’s got a sleazy smirk on his face as his palms run up and down your sides before resting on the top curve of your ass. You swallow thickly and shake your head, pushing your thighs together to try to ignore the throbbing between them.

“No?” he’s faking a gasp, pulling back to grab your chin in his fingers. “Look at me.” He barks at you. Your eyes meet his before he’s tugging your face to his, smashing your lips against his own. You let out a little squeak, hands pushing against his chest before he grabs them with his other hand and holds them together.

He pushes your hands against his hard fabric covered cock and groans into your mouth at the feeling. “Officer-Bryan-“ you try to get out between the kisses he’s laying on you. “Sammy.” he demands and grinds into your hands again.

“Sammy” you’re panting into his mouth, trying to catch your breath. Before you can say anything else you feel him steal the gum out of your mouth with his tongue, making you gasp, his own slipping in and pushing against yours and your cheek and his hands move to grab handfuls of your ass.

He’s moving his left hand to your front, the other still moving your ass in his hand, the left is shoving your skirt up and your panties down. Instantly groaning into your mouth and biting your bottom lip, making you cry out. He swipes his fat middle finger against your slit, wetness, and clit.

Your knees almost buckle before he’s shoving one of his own legs between your thighs to hold you steady against him. His mouth moves to kiss your neck sloppily. “Fuckin’ dripping for me” he chuckles and shakes his head, making your cheeks pink anymore if that was possible. “Should’ve known you wanted someone to feel ya’ up hm? Walking around in this.” He bites at your upper tit that’s pushed up from your bra and tank top, finger still circling your button.

It’s rough enough that tears start to burn in your eyes, but before you can process that, he plunges two of his thick fingers inside you making you sob. He’s moving his other hand and slamming it against your mouth with enough force your head bounces a little off the concrete wall behind you. You squeeze your eyes shut and clench around his fingers as they curl and pump inside you.

When Sammy feels you clenching up on him he rips his hand outta you, lifting it to his nostrils and inhaling before letting out what you would call a whimper. He grabs your shoulders and throws you over the table, bending you at the hip as his big sticky hand splays against your upper back.

You can hear his belt unbuckling behind you and bite your lip, moving to look back at him. “Yeah? You want me right here?” You nod “Please Sammy-Fuck”.

“I know she does.” He’s rubbing the tip of his cock against your sopping folds, bumping your swollen clit. “Fuck sammy please.” you beg softly, head falling to your hands that rest against the table.

He pushes in you slowly, surprisingly as he’s shushing you and thumbing your back softly. The stretch of his cock is to much, you honestly don’t think it’ll fit for a minute. “Fuck bunny, i thought i just stretched ya’ out on my fingers? Thought you liked it?” You’re nodding, not in the right headspace for words.

“Yeah” he chuckles darkly behind you. “I know you did.” He gives one last push before bottoming out inside you. He gives you a second to adjust, resting his own forehead to your back to breathe for himself a second.

He slowly pulls out of you before slamming back in, hips slapping against your own with a wet plop. He starts a rhythm with his hips, pumping into you. Soon enough his left hand is wrapping around your front to rub at your clit, his right hand moving to your mouth, his pointer and middle finger pushing into the side of it and pulling your body back against him by them.

His gaze flickers down to where your bodies meet and he bites his lip so hard he’s sure he’s drawn blood. There’s a creamy ring around the base of his cock, creamy white streaks running down onto his thighs from your cunt. “Fuuckk babydoll look at ya.” His gaze flickering up to your face.

“Slobbering all over this big guys fingers huh baby?” he’s out of breath, hips stuttering inside you. “Oh my god sammy sammy” your repeating, nodding as tears stream down your face, your can feel your drool sliding down your chin onto your neck.

Sammy leans behind you and licks it off. The saltiness of your sweat mixed with the sweetness of your previous bubblegum you’d been chewing makes him bite down on your neck. Your head drops back against his shoulder. Cunt clenching around him.

“M’ gonn-gonna, come, sammy oh mngh” your mumbling, not even sure of what your saying at this point. He nods and the pace of his hips speeds up, he bites down on your shoulder, whining into it before spilling into you right as you clench around him and squirt against his cock.

He lets out a soft chuckle as he feels his uniform pants dampen from your juices, your body going limp against him as you try to catch your breath. He’s kissing the side of your face softly before pulling out of you and leaving down to pull up your panties, patting the wet patch against them, “Keep me in there, Officers orders.”

You watch him move around the table, head still a little foggy post orgasm as he grabs a pen and tugs at your arm, writing his number down on it before giving tugging your skirt back down to cover you up. He slides his sunglasses down on his nose again as he buckles his belt.

"my baby. my pretty baby. look so good choking on my cock." his words bring arousal to your heat with ease. he pulls himself from your mouth. he taps his cock on your open mouth, bottom lip jutted from the force. letting go of his member, sammy puts his thumb in your mouth. instinctively, you suck. he pulls the digit from you. "be a good girl and spit baby. all over those pretty tits."

you oblige. you keep your doe eyes on his camera. "yes, sir."

sammy positions himself for his cock to be between the crevice of your boobs. "you know what to do. c'mon baby" he urges. you squeeze your tits together creating enough friction around his base. he groans. "prettiest girl, i've got. could cum from your face alone." sammy's face filled with pleasure, as he thrusted his hips into your chest. he frees his hand to tweak with one of your nipples.

you whine. "sammy, i love you." despite the lust in the air, words were true.

"i love you baby, and these gorgeous tits of yours." sammy's tongue runs over his, lips. "fuck," he grunts.

"close?" you question. you admire, the sweat building over his body, and the red tone taking over his face. you know your man good and well.

he doesn't respond. he can't respond. his cum shoots all over your chest. a drop sprays on your chin. you release your tits, you dig into his cum, brining your fingers to your lips. you suck your fingers dry, and poke your tongue out to lick off your chin.