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by Jamie Knight


  It hurts, at first, as he slides his cock into my ass hole, but I grip the edge of the bed and try not to say, “Ouch,” out loud.

  When he gets it in about an inch, though, I can’t help it.

  “Ouch.”

  “You okay, wife?” Derek asks, stopping his cock in its tracks while still rubbing my clit.

  With his other hand, he brings up some fingers and rubs my nipple in between them. It feels so good, feeling him all over me, with his cock partly in my ass, that I relax again.

  “Yes,” I tell him. “Keep going.”

  He stretches out my asshole, more and more, until he’s all the way inside. It starts to feel good, having him crammed and stuffed inside me. Not to mention that the rhythm of his fingers rubbing my clit is making me climax.

  “Mmmm,” I moan. “I’m going to cum.”

  “Fuck yeah,” he says, spanking my ass some. “My new wife is such a bad little girl. Letting me fuck her in her ass.”

  “Yes,” I tell him. “You can fuck me any time, any place, any way you want.”

  “Like this?” he asks, thrusting his cock in and out of my ass. “Does this feel good?”

  “It feels amazing,” I tell him, putting my neck back against his strong chest.

  “I’m going to cum in your tight little ass hole,” he tells me, and then I feel him blowing his load inside me while he grunts.

  “Mmmm,” I say, cumming along with him.

  Once he’s done, he pulls himself out of me, stopping to pant a bit while he looks down at my ass.

  “I love to see my red hand welts on your ass cheek and my cream pie in your ass hole,” he admits. “It’s the hottest thing ever.”

  “You’re the hottest thing ever,” I say, standing up on my tiptoes and spinning my head around so that, once he leans down to meet my mouth, we can kiss.

  “Good thing you married me, then,” he says.

  “Yes, it certainly is. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, wifey,” he tells me. “And Maxim, too. And whatever other little baby we might have. Today, tomorrow and forever.”

  THE END.

  Cramming Her Cupcake

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.

  Jamie Knight

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  All rights reserved.

  Chapter 1 - Brian

  As if I didn't already have a lot on my mind today, now I have to spend the majority of my time listening to Andrew complain about his business and all the errands he has to run. I get it, he's my friend and we’re in a tech business together, but still, you would think he could see that I’m preoccupied right now.

  I mean, the door to my office was shut, and I haven't answered my phone all morning. I understand that we all need to vent sometimes, but I don’t have the time for this right now.

  I sigh, as I listen to Andrew talk about the things he has to do. I stop paying attention when he mentions the words 'flower shop.' That is the absolute last place I want to be right now.

  "Fine, let's go," I complain and grab my coat.

  I figure it's easier to let Andrew talk, and then maybe he'll get it all out of his system and I can concentrate on my own problems. As we step outside, I am instantly reminded of where we are.

  I'm starting to dislike it this small town. I miss the hustle of the big city. I don't know why Andrew decided to expand our business here from the Silicon Valley.

  There’s no market in Bloom Idaho for a tech company. We were doing better business back in California. Sure, there are tax benefits here, but we need customers.

  We need a lot of things out here that we don’t have, I think to myself, as I try my best to listen to Andrew.

  "So anyway," he continues talking as we walk.

  I look at him and feign interest in the conversation.

  "Not only do I need to get some flowers for my mom’s birthday," he explains, "I also need some for an employee who is back from maternity leave and needs a place to pump," he admits, sounding a little ashamed.

  That gets my interest a little. There had been news going around the office that Andrew flaked out on getting a pumping room for her until now that she’s back. Apparently, he and the HR manager got into a big argument about it earlier today.

  "Even though I have to send her flowers as an apology, I still blame the HR manager for not reminding me about her needs earlier," he complains.

  I try not to laugh at him as we continue walking. His story has lightened my mood a little. Andrew drones on about the business, but I'm not in the mood to hear it. Being in this small town is kind of depressing.

  I'm a man who's used to the big city life and all the distractions that it offers. Especially those of a kinky sexual type. Back home, whenever I’d had a long day at work, or needed to let off some steam, I would always go to an exclusive club for billionaires, called Love in San Francisco, where you could buy dates or sex with beautiful women.

  I would always buy a “pet” for a dominant/submissive relationship and be in them for a while until I got bored and moved onto the next one. It was an easy way for me to have my fun without any strings being attached. Emotionless, and no one gets hurt.

  I've preferred to have them that way ever since back in high school when the girl I liked dumped me for my friend. I was devastated and vowed that I would never allow myself to feel that pain again. That's why I don't do traditional relationships.

  I'm growing restless in this small town. I miss the club. I've had an idea in my mind the past few weeks. I would like to start doing auctions like that here in Bloom, but I'm not sure how to get such a thing started up.

  I wonder if I should ask Andrew. He's always been the brains when it comes to the business and legal stuff. I wonder how he'd react to it? Maybe I'll talk to him about it.

  He's busy talking about the business, though, and how great the tax incentives are for it in this small town. He has a lot of hope and ambitions for himself. I'm sure he will turn it into a big success; I just wish I didn't feel like we were stuck in the middle of nowhere.

  "Yeah, it really was a great decision to move out here. I think a lot is going to happen to the company this year. I mean a lot of great things," I encourage him.

  I'm trying to soften him up, for when I tell him about my auction idea later.

  "Yeah, I feel the same way," Andrew replies with a smile.

  "I still can't believe the nerve of that HR guy. Arguing with you like that." I shake my head, acting as if I'm on his side, although I think there is plenty of blame to go all around.

  Andrew shrugs and says, "It will be alright, I guess. He just needs to learn his place."

  "Yeah, but at least you had the guts to tell him off a little," I say, and laugh.

  We slow our pace as we near the flower shop.

  Andrew chuckles.

  "You sound like you want something? What's with all the compliments?" he asks, good naturedly.

  "Just trying to be a good friend," I reply, with a shrug.

  I'm not ready to tell him about my idea yet. I want to do a little research on my own first and present him with something he won't be able to refuse. He gives me a doubtful look as we both walk into the flower shop, which is called Love in Bloom.

  He is all business again as he begins examining the bouquets. I'm instantly bored, so I just wander around the shop. I can't help it. I start scoping out the women in the place.

  I'm sizing them up and wondering which of them would agree to the auction. I doubt too many of them would, though. Being that we are in a small town, I'm sure they have high morals and ethics.

  Still, it can't hurt to try or ask, I figure.

  For a small store, this place seems to be doing well. There are a few customers in here, as well as a lot of wrapped bouquets lined up, as if they’re about to be delivered.

  That surprises me. It also makes me wonder what other places this town has to offer. Ma
ybe I should check it out.

  I haven't been out much since we got here – not that I really want to. I'm just bored and missing the city.

  And sex.

  I’m missing kinky, fun sex.

  Chapter 2 - Brian

  Love in Bloom. Sounds a little cheesy for a flower shop, I think to myself as Andrew and I are walking around the store. I start talking to a few of the women that are in here. Although they’re decent looking, there is no one that stands out to me or catches my attention.

  What was I expecting?

  We are in Idaho, after all.

  I wait for Andrew to pick his flowers. While I do so, I glance at the cashier a couple of times.

  She's not really my type, but she is the best looking one here. Maybe I can convince her to be a part of the auction, I think. I mean, it's worth a shot.

  I'm getting irritated with Andrew for taking so long. He finally gets his flowers. While ringing us up, the cashier seems friendly. I still think she's attractive and curvaceous, even if her features aren’t really my thing.

  I can tell that Andrew likes her a lot though, because of the way he's acting. She smiles at us politely and has that friendly charm that everyone in small towns seems to have.

  Her name tag reads Sheila.

  I start talking to her and asking her questions about her job and financial situation. She answers them in a friendly manner, so I start to think that maybe she will be open to what I have to say.

  I soon find out that I was so wrong about that.

  "How would you like to learn about an interesting money-making opportunity?" I ask her.

  Though her smile is polite, I can see the drop dead look in her eyes. She informs me that she is very happy with her job and isn’t interested. I'm still busy trying to convince her, though – what other choice do I have?

  Andrew whispers softly in my ear, "You are being too pushy. We have to be careful. This is a small town and people talk."

  I ignore him. I don't want to miss out on any opportunities. I grab a business card and leave it with Sheila. It has both of our numbers on it, so I tell her to give us a call if she might be interested. She seems too busy flirting with Andrew to care, though, but I still figure it was worth a shot.

  We leave the store as a line is forming behind us.

  "I can't believe you did that!" Andrew snaps at me once we’re outside.

  I shrug.

  "I have to take all the chances I can get," I reply.

  Andrew shakes his head in disbelief. We are walking back to the office now. Andrew is quiet. I can't tell if it's because he is upset with me, or just preoccupied with work. Either way, I'm busy with my own thoughts. I feel like I accomplished something at the flower shop, but it's still not enough. Sheila wasn't even my type, and it’s clear that Andrew is into her, but maybe she could bring some friends if she were to decide to do it.

  Andrew and I part ways at the elevator and go to our separate offices. Finally, I can be alone with my thoughts.

  After running errands with Andrew, I feel like my whole day was a disappointment, despite what happened at the flower shop. I sigh, all I want is to be back at home so I can visit the Love in San Francisco Club. That's where I belong.

  How am I supposed to get my very particular needs taken care of in this small town in Idaho?

  I make a list of people I need to call, starting with the hostess of our auctions back in California. If anyone can help me convince Andrew, it will be her. She knows just as much about business as he does.

  I come up with a plan, including scouring the local businesses for prospective women to join us. I tell myself that I'm making progress, but it's not helping. I still feel unsatisfied. I throw my pen down and stare moodily out my office window.

  Even though I'm not into relationships and I've been hurt, I'm still convinced that there is a perfect woman out there for me. I have visualized her in my mind many times.

  Now, I close my eyes and picture her again. She is petite and curvy, with long curly hair. She has a feisty attitude and will make me chase her. I love a challenge.

  She'll be different from all these soft-spoken girl next door types that live in this small town. I guess that type of woman is okay, but they’re just not my cup of tea.

  I close and lock the door to my office. I guess I'll have to release my stress in the usual way. I sit at my desk and take out my cock.

  I stroke myself as I visualize my perfect woman. I picture her going down on me right here in the office. Even better, I picture myself winning her at the auction. Then I'd really be able to do anything I want to her.

  She'd enjoy it, too. The idea of having her naked there, eating her out in front of everyone, makes me so hard. I'd like it if she was as kinky as I am, but to have a virgin is always exciting. To be the first one to try things with them. There is no other feeling in the world as exciting as that.

  I'm ready to cum all over my hand just thinking about it. In fact, I do.

  After I clean up, I get back to work. I call our auction hostess in California and have a lengthy discussion with her. She agrees with me and thinks it would be a good idea to start a branch of the auction business in this small town. Her only concern is that there might not be enough of our type of women here to get us enough clientele.

  I agree with her, as this is my main worry. She comes up with an interesting solution, though. When it comes to making money, she's very clever. She says that if I can find places to host the auction, she can fly in some women from San Francisco to participate in it and show the local girls how it’s done. I tell her I'll discuss the whole thing with Andrew and get back to her later in the week.

  After we hang up, I stare out the window. I wonder how to bring up this subject to Andrew. I think it's a brilliant idea, but he has always been the more cautious one.

  I know he's stressed about moving our business out here.

  Maybe it would be a good idea to get him drinks?

  When are drinks ever a bad idea? I wonder.

  I smile at myself. Then I get up and walk out of the office. It's a nice spring day out, so I don’t grab my jacket.

  I'll take Andrew for a few drinks, then talk to him about the auctions. After we get some liquor in him, he'll be more relaxed.

  I know there's a bar near here. I found it out of boredom on my first day in town. I walk to his office to invite him.

  For the first time since moving here, I feel happy, and confident. I really think this auction thing will work out.

  Chapter 3 - Tammy

  It takes me a while, but I finally drag myself out of bed. I still feel half asleep though. I rub my eyes and glance at the clock on my dresser.

  It's almost noon.

  I stand up and pull my robe off the armchair next to my bed. Then I pull it on over my sweats. I half make my bed, really just pulling the comforter over my sheets so it looks decent enough.

  I glance around at the rest of my room. It looks like a tornado struck. I start picking up clothes off the floor. The clean ones, I throw in the closet. The dirty ones, I put in a pile by the hamper.

  After that's done, I shrug and walk out into the kitchen. The rest of the house appears in disarray as well. I sigh, telling myself I'll clean it up later. I own a bakery, so I don’t have a lot of time for housework. It’s my biggest weakness in life.

  I pull a mug out of the cabinet and fix myself a fresh cup of coffee, breathing in the aroma as it's brewing. I slowly feel myself starting to wake up.

  I think about the long night I had at work. Then I pick up my phone off the counter. It still has some battery on it, and I'm surprised.

  I scroll through some pictures of the cake I baked for last night's banquet. I'm proud of the work I do and the shop I own. I'm just about to put my phone down as it rings.

  "Hello," I answer it as I pour myself some coffee.

  I let it cool a little on the counter.

  "Hey, how
was work last night?" My best friend Sheila asks over the phone.

  "It was great. The cake was a big hit, but I had to stay all night to serve it," I reply. I walk around the house while I talk. I pick up random things and try to put them away.

  "Sorry you had to work late, but at least you get to do something you love," she replies.

  "Yeah, that's true," I have to agree with her.

  I really love my baking business. I go back to the kitchen and take a sip of coffee.

  "So, what are you up to?" I ask her.

  "Not much, just taking a break at work. It's been crazy today," she replies with a laugh.

  "I bet," I murmur through a mouthful of coffee.

  I start to make myself some bacon and eggs for a late breakfast.

  “Actually, I was calling to tell you about something interesting that just happened…" Sheila says, as if unsure whether now is a good time.

  "Okay, go for it," I reply as I cook.

  "Well, you know that new tech company that opened up near my store?" she asks me.

  I have to think for a second.

  "You mean those guys that walk around in the suits and trench coats?" I respond.

  She giggles a little.

  "Yes," she answers.

  Everyone in town knows about that company. It was big news when they decided to open up here.

  "Yes, why? Did something happen with them?" I ask curiously.

  "Well, the two owners, or managers, or whatever they are, both came in today. They bought some flowers, and one of them, Andrew, was flirting with me. The other one, Brian, asked her if I would be interested in a money-making opportunity," she says, sounding excited yet dubious.

  I can't help but feel a little bit jealous. Money would be really nice right about now, and these tech gods would know how to make it.

  I slide my food onto a plate and sit down to eat it.

  "You should definitely call him then. It's always a good idea to have more money," I advise her in between bites of food.

 

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