Unprotected 3

by Freya Kane

  "Oh, Margot!” Jason moaned, bucking his hips upward. “You feel so good. So tight.” He brushed my hair away from my face, and asked, his voice cracking as he tried to hold himself back, “Are you okay? It doesn’t hurt too much?”

  "No baby, it feels amazing," I breathed and started rising up and down on his cock, the motion making my tits bounce. Jason’s hands sought them out like guided missiles and squeezed them, playing with my nipples all too gently.

  With being on top I was able to get a perfect angle. Each time I sank down, I ground my clit against Jason’s pubic bone, getting as much friction as possible. I could feel the orgasm building in me, my thighs trembling and starting to shake when-

  “AHHHHHH ANNA!” Jason thrust upward and cried out my name as he climaxed, and it was over. He leaned against me, gasping for air and kissing my neck before carefully pulling out, tossing the condom into a nearby trash can, leaving me empty and still very very horny.

  My whole body was humming with tension, and the thought of not coming was out of the question, I climbed off of Jason and leaned back, opening my legs so he had a full view as I touched myself.

  “I was really close, Jason. I just need to come,” I said, closing my eyes as my fingers found my slippery clit.

  “Whatever has gotten into you today, I really like it,” Jason said, sounding like he was enjoying the show very much.

  "Watch me," I asked, imagining that the eyes staring between my legs were black and not green.

  My fingers slid across my wet pussy, pumping in and out of the hole Jason's cock had been filling only moments ago. The pressure of my fingers, as well as the awareness of being watched, did me in, and I was shaking and sobbing within a minute as an orgasm rolled over me.

  I heard a soft click that sounded almost like a camera phone, but my lust-addled brain forgot about it by the time I opened my eyes again.

  ***

  Mr. Everett had never cared for the type of men that women like Margot seemed to date. Things were handed too readily to the brash pretty boys. Most of the world gave them too easy of a time due to a quick smile or the ability to throw a ball around, and to have a woman like Miss Patrick when he was so unworthy was simply unacceptable in Mr. Everett’s eyes.

  Margot was away from her desk and her smartphone rested on her desk. It buzzed with a text message when Mr. Everett walked by and a photo filled the screen. He glanced at the image, and his pupils widened when he saw what filled the screen.

  The photo on the phone was Hannah, nude and leaning back on a couch, her face frozen in a look of ecstasy as her hand worked busily between her spread legs. His cocked stirred at the sight, as the memory of what it felt like to be buried inside that wet heat flooded back.

  “This will not do,” he muttered darkly.

  ***

  When I walked into the meeting that day, I could feel his eyes boring holes into me. He lectured on autopilot today. None of the others would notice, but I did. His gestures were mechanical, and he didn’t yell at a single one of us for making poor sales numbers the previous week. Something was wrong, and I had to know. When the bell rang, and the other students emptied out of class, I remained behind.

  “Is everything all right, sir?” I asked quietly.

  “Come to my office tonight.” It very obviously was not a request.

  I couldn’t wait.

  The hours dragged by. Lunch. Expense reports. Meeting with accounting. All things that normally never bothered me but I instead counted the seconds until each one ended. The final hour ticked by and my co-workers poured out of the cubicles. Still, I waited, mentally hurrying the stragglers towards their cars, wanting nothing more than to disappear behind that dark wooden door and shed my clothes and my inhibitions, ready for anything Mr. Everett wanted to do to me.

  Finally, after what felt like an hour the halls were deserted. I tapped lightly on the door and then entered, closing and locking it behind me.

  Mr. Everett was sitting at his desk, regarding me coldly. “You’ve been a naughty little whore.”

  “I don’t understand.” I crossed the room to stand beside his desk and he slid the phone across the surface toward me. I recognized the blue and white striped case as my own. My finger brushed the on button when I picked it up, and the screen lit up, showing a photo of me, naked and masturbating.

  I looked up at Mr. Everett, shocked. “Where did you get this?”

  “You left your phone on your desk and your dear boyfriend decided to text it to you,” Mr. Everett stated calmly, almost fooling me into believing he was unaffected by the photo. “I was right when I assumed you were a slut. You obviously just want a dick in you, one way or another.”

  I laughed softly at the spiteful words since it had been Mr. Everett who had woken up the hunger that enticed me to let Jason into my body that day. “Do you know what I was thinking of when Jason was snapping that picture?” I waited until his eyes met mine. “Your mouth on my pussy. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since that day.”

  I bit my lip, wondering if I should mention it. "And there's something else," I added. "I'm pregnant and I know it's yours. Jason and I always use condoms.”

  Before I could react I was shoved up against the filing cabinet, the sharp metal edge digging into my hip as Mr. Everett plundered my mouth with his tongue. His hand was under my skirt and I heard a rip as the fabric of my panties tore under his insistent hand. I didn’t even realize he had unbuttoned his pants until I felt his cock spear me, sliding into my dripping cunt without hesitation.

  His hips began a punishing rhythm, pounding me into the metal cabinet. Every thrust was pushing the memory of Jason’s touch further from my mind. He pulled back from the kiss and started licking and biting his way down my neck, his dick never wavering as he rammed into me, nearly lifting me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.

  “Does that boy’s cock make you feel like this?” he growled, grinding his hips against mine, giving my clit that delicious friction I was craving.

  “Noooooo,” I said, my voice shaking as his punishing rhythm jarred me with each thrust.

  “Did that boy come inside you?”

  “Never!”

  “Did that boy’s come get you pregnant?”

  “No!” I sobbed. “Your come got me pregnant!”

  The tremors were starting in my extremities and I knew an orgasm was imminent, and I almost asked permission, remembering his reaction from last time. Then I remembered what he had done when I disobeyed him by coming without permission and kept silent.

  After all, I had been a very naughty little slut.

  “Mr. Everett!” I moaned, my vaginal muscles clenching around him and gripping his cock like a wet fist as my orgasm shook through me. A few more thrusts and Mr. Everett was crushed against me, groaning an oath in my ear as his hot seed filled me.

  He pulled out and slumped back on the desk chair, pulling me with him to collapse bonelessly on his lap. "I should take a picture of the way you look now and send it to your boyfriend so he can see what a well-fucked woman actually looks like."

  I could only imagine the fury Jason would feel if he knew that the boss I complained about endlessly had not only bedded and impregnated his girlfriend but that he brought me infinitely more pleasure.

  “You do still need to be punished for what you did though.” The cruel smile was back in his voice. He stood up, effectively dumping me from his lap, and grabbed a keyring from the desktop, fitting a small silver key in the locked bottom drawer. He removed a black fabric bag, and from the recesses of that bag pulled out a slender black dildo.

  “That doesn’t look much like punishment, sir,” I said, testing the limits. A sharp smack on my ass silenced me.

  “Bend over. You know how.”

  I complied, and I felt the dildo trace my slit before pushing inside. It was less thick than Mr. Everett’s cock, but it still felt good rubbing against my sensitized flesh. I widened my stance and tilted my hips back, enjoying t
he feeling as he pumped it in and out of my pussy.

  He pulled the dildo out and traced it down the crack of my ass before pressing insistently into my other opening. The wetness and semen coating the thin dildo worked as lube and he pushed the dildo into me, not slowing down or giving me a chance to become accustomed to the unfamiliar invasion. The dildo was fully inside of me except for the flared base when he flicked on a switch I hadn’t noticed and it started vibrating.

  “Ahhhhhhh!” I shrieked, bucking my hips back against his hand as the vibrations coursed across my nerve endings. No one had ever touched me there and the vibrations, along with the stretching girth of the dildo had me straddling the pleasure/pain line in a way I never had before.

  Millimeter by millimeter he eased the dildo out of my ass before shoving it back in. The vibrations were relaxing my tight muscles and the motion was becoming easier as I loosened up.

  I desperately wanted something touching my pussy. My fingers, his fingers, anything would be enough to make me go off like a rocket, but that was my punishment, the aching pleasure with no release in sight.

  He continued the lazy thrusts for several minutes before flicking the switch again. The vibrations doubled in intensity. The vibrator had a high setting apparently.

  I was standing on my toes, canting my hips backward in a desperate search for friction in any of the places I needed it most, to no avail. Suddenly the thrusting stopped and his hand disappeared. He walked around the side of me, his mostly erect cock at my eye level. Without hesitation, I sucked it into my mouth, bobbing my head on his shaft and feeling the flesh thicken and swell even more in my mouth.

  I could taste my juices and the salty tang of his semen. I sucked harder, running my teeth ever so lightly along the underside of his dick. I hollowed my cheeks and increased the pressure, all the while trying to ignore the vibrator buried in my ass, threatening to shake me into pieces.

  “Stop.”

  I froze, lifting my head from Mr. Everett’s fully erect cock. He had a small bottle in his hand, and I watched with wide eyes as he smeared the slippery lube across his shaft before moving back behind me. He turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of me in one quick motion. Before I could adjust to its absence, his cock had replaced it, pressing forward until he bottomed out with his balls brushing the curve of my ass.

  His cock was much thicker than the vibrator had been, and for the first few moments, I wanted to scream at him to pull out, that he was tearing me in half. I kept silent instead, and after a few long minutes of stillness, he began a slow, rocking rhythm.

  Mr. Everett had claimed the only virginity I had left, and he reminded me of that with each thrust. The pleasure that had sputtered out when the pain came started creeping back. Nerve endings that had been screaming a moment ago were still screaming, but for a much different reason.

  “Do you want me to touch your pussy?” He asked, his voice sounding like gravel in my ear, as his fingers danced around the crease of my inner thigh, so close to where I wanted him to touch.

  “Yessssss,” I hissed, pressing back against him, drawing him in deeper.

  “I’m not sure if you’ve earned it.” His hand went back to my hip, using the grip as leverage to slam even deeper into me, the sound of flesh slamming against flesh loud in the quiet room.

  “I’ll be good, sir,” I begged. “I’ll be such a good little slut. Please just let me come.”

  “Since you did ask so very nicely,” he said, plunging his fingers into my pussy and pressing his thumb against my clit. The orgasm slammed into my like a train, whiting out my vision and buckling my knees. My muscles clenched around his cock, and his hips snapped forward as he came, filling my ass with his hot come.

  Spent I sprawled forward, only my arms on the table keeping me upright. Mr. Everett was pressed against my back, his cock still buried in my ass, as aftershocks rolled over us.

  He pulled out gingerly, easing his cock from my body. The office chair seemed much too far away and we both sank to the floor.

  Feeling bold, I pulled tangled my hand in Mr. Everett’s hair and pulled his head down until his lips met mine. The kiss was very different from the possessive kiss when I had first entered the room. It was far softer, tinged with affection. He might call me his slut and use my body, but in that moment I could almost believe he liked me.

  When the kiss ended the silence hung in the air between us, a tension that hadn’t existed a few moments ago. Mr. Everett broke the silence first. “It’s a pity you already have that recommendation, Miss Patrick. That performance certainly was worth some extra credit.”

  ***

  I went home and thought about taking a shower but instead decided to see Jason. He was out of town on a business trip, but video chatting kept us in contact during those long trips. Time to fire up the webcam.

  Jason’s smiling face filled the screen. “Hi babe!” he called.

  “Hi Jason,” I replied, keeping my voice stern. “I got an interesting text today.”

  Jason’s face flushed. “Yeah, I thought you might like that.”

  “Oh?” I asked innocently.

  “When you were touching yourself for me after we had sex I took a picture. It was just so fucking hot. Just thinking about it is making me hard.” Jason paused, trying to figure out if I was mad or not. “I know you always said that you didn’t want any dirty pictures, but I’ll never show it to anyone but you.”

  “I guess I can forgive you,” I answered. “But I’m going to need some photographic proof of you to make us even. I think you should get naked.”

  Jason laughed nervously. “I wasn’t really expecting the conversation to go this way. I was hoping for it, but not really expecting this," he said, pulling off his shirt to reveal his well-muscled chest and sculpted rugby player arms. The pants and boxers went next, leaving him sitting naked on his desk chair, his cock already half hard.

  “Do you think you could take your shirt off?” he asked. “For inspiration?”

  I laughed at his boldness and decided to give him that. I was just glad he hadn’t asked to see my pussy. My panties were soaked from Mr. Everett’s attentions, and my pussy was still swollen and red from the thorough fucking I had just received. I stripped off my shirt and bra, leaving my breasts bare to Jason’s view.

  “Oh yeah,” he said and his hand started pumping up and down his shaft. “Your tits are so sexy, Margot. I just want to suck them.” He squinted his eyes for a moment. “And I swear they’ve gotten bigger in the last few weeks.”

  I flushed. Jason wasn’t wrong. I hadn’t started to show in the belly yet, but my breasts had definitely gotten bigger. I was overflowing out of all my bras. “Do you want to fuck them, Jason?” His hand faltered on his dick, probably surprised that his innocent Margot even knew what titty-fucking was.

  “Yeah, I’d like that,” Jason ground out, tightening his grip as he stroked.

  “We can try that the next time I see you,” I purred. “I’ll push my tits together and you can put your cock in between the two of them and just keep fucking until you shoot your hot come all over them.” I ran my hands over my nipples, rubbing them with my fingertips, imagining they were coated with Jason’s come. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you Jason? Covering my tits with your come. You’d like to take a picture of that, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yessss,” Jason groaned. His hand was flying on his dick, pumping eagerly as his eyes remained fixed on the screen. My right hand dipped lower, out of Jason’s view and between my thighs. I pushed aside the sodden crotch of my panties and slipped two fingers inside. Touching myself in front of my boyfriend while my cunt was filled with another man’s come was turning me on more than I expected, especially considering how well fucked I had been feeling a few moments ago. My fingers fucked my pussy, the way eased by my boss’ semen and my own juices.

  I focused my eyes on the screen to see that Jason was close. The head of his cock was almost purple with lust, and strands of pre-come glistened
in the low light. In my mind’s eye, I saw Mr. Everett’s cock pounding into my every hole. The twinge in my ass reminded me that he had just divested me of my last virginity, and I was coming, crying out my pleasure in a deep moan, avoiding saying either man’s name.

  Jason yelped, “Margot!” and thick ropes of white come shot out of his cock, a few drops even splattering on the screen of his computer. I watched with hooded eyes as he jerked himself through the aftershocks before slumping back into his chair.

  “Fuck Margot,” he gasped. “That was intense.”

  I tapped the record screen button, turning off the video record function and saving Jason’s file. “That was great, Jason,” I replied, my voice shaky. “I’ll see you when you get home tomorrow.” I disconnected the signal before Jason could say another word.