Unprotected 3

by Freya Kane

  A shiver went through me and wetness flooded my panties. I could already feel the first drops of milk dripping from my nipples and soaking into my bra. Mr. Phillips looked up and I knew by the heat in his eyes that the wetness was already visible through my dress. Sighing, he turned back to his work.

  Two could play at that game. Instead of focusing on my work, I turned my mind back to last night. I remembered the feeling of Mr. Phillips cock sliding inside my mouth, the thick meat that I loved so much stretching my lips as I sucked harder and hard. He had grabbed my hair, pulling just enough for the sharp bite of pain in my scalp, and fucked my mouth like it was another pussy.

  Back in the present, the front of my dress was getting wetter and wetter. Between my legs, I was drenched, and the small circles of my milk that had soaked the fabric had grown to the size of oranges as my aroused nipples pumped out even more milk. At this point the only thing that would stop it was Mr. Phillips sucking the milk and making me come.

  I had tasted the first jet of Mr. Phillips’ salty come in my mouth before he abruptly yanked his dick out of my mouth and moved downward, jacking himself off and spraying my pregnant belly with rope after rope of his white come.

  His hand was still dripping with come when he brought it between my legs, plunging three fingers into my pulsing hole and rocketing me into an instant orgasm.

  I moaned out loud, my legs parting on their own, my hips rising up to thrust against the memory of his fingers.

  “Fuck,” Mr. Phillips growled. “The way you look right now.” He stood up and walked around his desk, work forgotten. His erection strained against his zipper with each step. “Spread your legs wider.”

  I did. My dress had ridden up my thighs, baring the sopping wet crotch of my panties, and the front of my dress was plastered to my skin with wet milk.

  Mr. Phillips dropped to his knees in front of me, pushing my dress up over my head and tossing it aside before unfastening my bra and freeing my dripping nipples.

  He wrapped his lips around one aching nipple and sucked hard, my sweet milk pouring into his mouth. I shuddered, my hips arching upward at the pleasure of Mr. Phillips drinking my milk. His hand traced over the tight skin of my giant pregnant belly before he switched to the other nipple.

  He moved back and forth between the two, sucking on my nipple and drinking his fill of my milk before he stood up and ripped my drenched panties off. He unzipped his pants so fast he almost tore the zipper before plunging his cock into me.

  Even after all this time, his cock still felt gigantic, and that first thrust had me writhing in pleasure. His finger found my clit and he pressed insistently on it, never letting up the pressure as he pounded inside me.

  The endless waves of my orgasm just keep continuing with that unrelenting stimulation. My pussy fluttered around his dick, squeezing him with every thrust until I managed to break his control and a flood of that delicious hot come filled my pussy.

  Mr. Phillips started laughing, his voice still a bit breathless. “I’m never going to get any work done if you keep doing this every day for the next six weeks!” Leaning down, he kissed my belly before adding, “Somehow, I’m okay with that!”

  Alpha Seed

  by

  Freya Kane

  I’d always been an overachiever. It wasn’t enough to be a model employee; I had to be #1 in my entire office. I was dedicated. I was driven. I was going to going to be a top executive with a corner office one day. I was going to make the big salary and show everyone that just because I happened to have curly honey blonde hair and big boobs didn’t mean I was stupid.

  Neither the brain, nor the boobs ever helped me impress my boss, Mr. Everett. He loathed me from the first moment I walked into his office. I’d been transferred to his sales division after a coveted spot opened up, and I was obsessed with working hard at my job. It was difficult to excel when the boss just seemed to hate me so much.

  It was a new experience for me. I hungered to learn and be the best at whatever I did since I was in elementary school, so teachers and bosses had naturally liked me. I asked questions, I listened, I worked hard, and they rewarded me by respecting me. All except Mr. Everett. To him, I was a show-off and an irritating know-it-all. It didn't matter if I was the only person in the office who knew the answer, my input was always ignored.

  Getting that corner office one day meant I needed excellent recommendations from my employer. At this point, it didn’t look like that was going to happen.

  ***

  I had turned 25 yesterday and decided to throw away caution for one night and go out with my friends. What started off innocently enough as a bonfire down by the lake ended up having some real consequences for me.

  “Come on Margot!” my best friend Katie said, handing me a strawberry wine cooler. “It’s your birthday. It won’t kill you to stay out late for one night!” I took a sip of the overly sweet alcohol. Katie had insisted on bringing them to remind us of high school, but all they made me do was want a nice gin and tonic.

  My boyfriend Jason sat down next to me by the fire. Back in high school, Jason had been captain of the rugby team and lusted after by all of the cheerleaders. He had messy black hair and these amazing green eyes that made girls just throw their panties at him. Now he was running a car dealership and making pretty fantastic money. He looped his arm around my shoulder, casually brushing one of my breasts with his hand.

  “Listen to her, Margot. You can sleep through work tomorrow and still be smarter than most of the guys you work with.” He flashed me a perfect, toothpaste commercial grin and I couldn’t say no.

  What was the worst that could happen, after all?

  ***

  The worst was sleeping through my alarm and then showing up minutes before a meeting was set to start. Already flustered by my tardiness, I didn’t notice the silence of office at first. As the minutes ticked down before the meeting was due to start, I noticed the charts and graphs waiting on easels at the front of the room.

  “The quarterly reports meeting was TODAY?!?!” I thought frantically. Somehow in the excitement of my birthday, the meeting had escaped my mind. Mr. Everett was never a man to allow anyone in his employ to sit back silently during a meeting. We were all expected to know the data ahead of time and be able to justify the numbers at a moment’s notice. It required a huge amount of attention to detail and preparation, and there was no way I could fake my way through it.

  Mr. Everett stood at the front of the room, glowering at us. He wore his usual black suit. The clothes combined with his black hair made him look like an angry goth kid at an office job. I had always found that a bit sexy. His dark hair reminded me of Jason’s but the resemblance ended there. Jason always had a grin ready for anyone, and I didn’t even know if Mr. Everett had teeth because he never smiled. It didn’t stop me from having a tiny crush on him though.

  He dropped a copy of the file unceremoniously on the table in front of me and passed me without acknowledging my presence. When the final copy was handed out, he walked back to the front of the room and began pounding us all with questions.

  I frantically searched my brain for the answers, but none were coming. I knew the job and I knew it well but my lack of preparation had thrown me. I answered his questions quickly and kept my answers general and cursory. I knew I looked like a fool, but I didn’t have any other options.

  I walked out of the meeting feeling shell shocked. Mr. Everett was a tough boss and I knew my work was way below his standards today. If I was feeling generous I would have given myself a C- for my performance in work that day, and Mr. Everett never felt generous.

  ***

  Two days later, there was a note on my desk that read “See me in my office at 3 PM” in bright red ink. The note wasn’t signed but there was no doubt as to who it came from. I saw my dreams of success in the business world slipping away all because of a few wine coolers and a late night.

  I could think of one way to get Mr. Everett’s attention off
my performance in the meeting. I walked into the bathroom, waiting as the last stragglers left the room before locking the door. Alone, I peeled off my shirt and stood in front of the mirror. My breasts were large, but they were perky and firm. Most people spent more time staring at them than my face, so it was about time to turn them into an asset I could use. I took off my sensible white bra and stuffed it in my briefcase before donning my shirt again. I pinched my nipples roughly until they were standing at attention and visible through the shirt.

  There. I was ready.

  It was a Friday afternoon before a holiday weekend and the office was completely vacant by the time 3:00 rolled around.

  I tapped lightly on the door, almost hoping I was wrong and he had gone home early.

  “Enter.”

  No such luck.

  He sighed deeply when he saw me. “Ah, glad to see you managed to at least remember this meeting,” he said snidely. “I must say, I’m actually surprised that you were able to restrain yourself this long. Margot Patrick, the eternal kiss-up, forgetting about a quarterly meeting? I'm shocked." He crossed his arms over his chest and stared expectantly at me. "What's your excuse?"

  Steeling myself, I spoke softly. “I don’t have one sir. I was out late and I forgot about the meeting. That’s the honest truth. I came here hoping that you’ll be willing to give me another chance.” I lifted my eyes from the floor to meet Mr. Everett’s and found them to be as flinty and impassive as I expected. “There’s nothing I won’t do to keep my job.” I paused, hoping he would catch my emphasis without me needing to spell it out. “Nothing.”

  Something in his eyes changed at that. If anything they became harder, but there was a heat in his gaze that hadn’t been present a moment before. “What are you playing at, girl?” he growled.

  “N-nothing,” I stammered, regretting this choice, but refusing to back out. I took a breath and plunged ahead. “I’m not playing at anything, and I’m not a girl. I’m 25. I thought we could come to an arrangement like adults. I’ve caught you looking at me before.”

  His eyes narrowed, and I waited to see if he would call my bluff. I’d never seen Mr. Everett staring at me. If he was interested, he had more subtlety than my male coworkers.

  He rose from his chair in one fluid motion and crossed the room to me. My back pressed against the cold wood door. The sound of the door locking echoed in the quiet room. I could smell the faint scent of a smoky cologne as he leaned past me to close the blinds. Then he was on me.

  The door handle dug into my back as he pushed me up against the door, kissing me with a force that would leave bruises on my lips. His tongue battled with mine until I was breathless. Then he stepped back like it was nothing, and addressed me warily.

  “I’m open to your offer, but what you propose could cost me my job and you your entire standing in this company. Fraternization between employees is strictly forbidden. You need to keep your mouth shut.” He hands slowly unfastened his belt buckle. “Except for when I’m using it.”

  His words and presence were affecting me more than I wanted to admit. My nipples were even harder and I could feel heat and wetness growing between my legs. I nodded and started to unbutton my shirt.

  “Slowly.” He ordered. “I’d like to savor this.”

  He sat back down in his desk chair, his hand idly stroking the growing bulge in the front of his pants. Each button that opened revealed another flash of creamy skin. The final one popped off as I opened it, landing someone in the corner as the shirt slipped to the ground and left me bare breasted in front of my boss.

  “You’re not wearing a bra,” he said matter-of-factly. “Only sluts walk around with a bra. Are you a slut Margot?’

  “Do you want me to be?” I countered.

  He chuckled darkly. “What I want is for you to bring those tits over here.”

  I crossed the room to him slowly, the heels of my shoes tapping on the floor. My nipples were erect in the cool air, but I couldn’t blame how wet I was on the room temperature.

  “Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs.” Obediently, I did, hiking up my red pencil skirt to reveal my plain white panties. The entire crotch was soaked with my juices, and the wet spot was obvious to his eyes. “Absolutely dripping for it. I think you are a slut, Margot. You might have even forgotten that meeting on purpose, just to give yourself an excuse.” He groped my tits roughly, pinching my nipples until they were bright red and swollen.

  “I bet you think about me at night, don’t you?” he observed. “When you’re alone in your bed, you put your fingers inside your pussy and think about nasty Mr. Everett.”

  I flushed because he was right. I had masturbated more than once with his face in my mind. A favorite fantasy had me spread out on one of the big project tables while he pounded into my pussy. I just hoped I could satisfy him with a blowjob. It was still cheating on Jason, but it didn’t feel quite as wrong as going all the way.

  “Touch yourself.”

  “What?” I asked, slamming my legs shut, slightly horrified at the thought of him watching me with those intense eyes.

  “You heard me. I want to watch you do everything you do to yourself at night.” He smiled cruelly before adding, “Do it or no deal.”

  Trembling, I reopened my legs and lowered my right hand between them, cupping my mound. My left hand went to my breast and slowly rubbed my nipples, lighting little sparks of pleasure across my nerves.

  I traced the outline of my pussy through the damp white cotton covering it. I slide my finger along the slit before sliding upwards to push inside my panties. I let my eyes slide partially shut, enough so that the room was less focused and I could imagine I was safe at home. Nothing strange was going on. I was just laying in my bed releasing some tension after a long day.

  I was soaking wet and there was no denying that I was aroused by this whole situation. I started rubbing my clit in small circles. I couldn’t hold back the low moans. “Mr. Everett,” I gasped. “Do you want me to take them off?”

  “Yes,” he answered, his voice clipped. I reopened my eyes to see his pants were undone and his cock was in his hands. That sight combined with my fantasies was too much and I climaxed, biting back a shriek as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

  “I didn’t say you could come.” His voice was cold.

  “I’m sorry, sir,” I answered as soon as I found my voice again. “I am a slut. I saw your cock and it turned me on so much that I came before I could stop myself.”

  “You’ll have to be punished then.” His voice sounded almost gleeful. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

  I obeyed, ripping the wet panties off first. The tile floor was ice cold on my knees, and I was face to face with his cock. I couldn't help letting my mind slip back to the last time that had happened to me.

  ***

  I was far from a virgin, but Katie’s quest for a nostalgic high school party with wine coolers had gotten Jason in a strange mood.

  At the bonfire, he had slipped his hand underneath my skirt and rubbed my clit. The buzz from the wine coolers relaxed me, and I let him. The darkness concealed his hand, and he kept rubbing. Without asking, he moved aside the fabric covering my crotch and he touched me right there, just like a horny teenager.

  “You’re wet,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck softly. “How would you like it if I finished you off right here?”

  “What if someone sees?” I hissed.

  “Shhhhh. No one is going to see. Just be quiet when you come.” Jason laughed softly. “I’m going to make you come, Margot Patrick.”

  He wasn’t trying to put any fingers inside me, but he kept rubbing that perfect spot, my juices soaking into the fabric of my panties. The pressure was building and it washed over me like a tidal wave. I was thankful for the loud music blaring because I gasped loudly.

  Jason kissed me again and dragged me into the woods on shaky legs. Leaning back against a tree, concealed from our friend's eyes, he unb
uttoned his pants. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he added quickly. "If you don't want to, I can take care of myself."

  “I want to.” I dropped to my knees on the soft leaves.

  ***

  I was jerked back to reality as Mr. Everett’s thick cock was shoved into my mouth. Gasping, I choked on the thick flesh and tried to pull back, but his hand was tangled in my hair, preventing me from pulling away as he fucked my face.

  His thrusts were rough and unforgiving, nothing like the gentleness Jason had shown me. The head bumped against the back of my throat with each thrust, gagging me slightly. His balls rubbed against my chin, the black hair covering them scratching the soft skin of my face. Tears were streaming freely down my face as he used my mouth, and I hated myself because I was getting turned on again.