Unprotected 3

by Freya Kane

  “Mr. Danner no!” I moaned, but I made no effort to struggle away. The truth was, I liked the idea of Mr. Danner filling me up with come and breeding me. But this was my punishment after all, so I couldn’t pretend to enjoy it too much. “Don’t come inside me!”

  A moment later, I felt the first hot splash of come inside me. Mr. Danner tightened his grip on me as he emptied himself inside me, filling my grasping pussy with his seed.

  He pulled out a moment later and flipped me over, leaving me sprawled on my back on the couch, a few drops of his come clinging to my pussy lips and my body still trembling on the edge of orgasm.

  Mr. Danner was still fully dressed in his suit, though it was rumpled now. Even softening, his cock looked huge where it hung out through his open fly. The front of his pants was damp from my juices. And somehow my bikini top was still on.

  “Make yourself come,” Mr. Danner said. “I want you to show me what you do to yourself in your bed at night when you’re thinking about fucking your boss.”

  His filthy words should have made me blush, but I was far beyond embarrassment at this point. My pussy was filled with my Mr. Danner’s come, and he might have already gotten me pregnant. Masturbating in front of him didn’t seem quite so scary.

  I spread my legs wide, letting my boss see the sticky mess of come covering my pussy and brought my hand between my legs. I pushed three fingers inside myself, feeling the slickness of come on my fingers. I pumped them in and out a few times before moving up to my clit.

  Mr. Danner had deliberately ignored my clit, and it was swollen and aching for a touch. The first soft touch of my fingers on that swollen little button had me arching upward. I rubbed it harder and I could feel the waves of pleasure cresting over me.

  “Sir, I’m going to come!” I cried, the ecstasy ripping through me an instant later. I quivered and shuddered under my own hand while Mr. Danner watched, riding wave after wave of pleasure until I slumped back against the couch cushions, wrung out and exhausted.

  “Delicious,” Mr. Danner purred, leaning down to kiss me. “But I’m not quite sure I’ve fucked the spoiled out of you just yet. We’ll have to keep trying, I think.”

  My lips curled into a naughty smile. “I can still do whatever I want! I think I might spend the whole rest of the day by the pool. I might even go shopping later, with your credit card, of course.”

  Mr. Danner reached down to where my bikini bottoms were tangled around my feet and tugged them up to cover me.

  “Spoiled little princess,” he said, cupping my covered pussy in his hand. “Just remember what might happens when you defy me.”

  ***

  If that was the reaction I got out of Mr. Danner for being bad, I certainly had no intention of being good.

  Instead, I took a trip to the upscale mall in the area with Mr. Danner’s credit card in hand. I hit store after store, not even looking at the price tags before swiping the card, racking up thousands of dollars in charges without blinking an eye before I headed home, my arms filled with bags.

  Mr. Danner was waiting for me.

  “I got a call about some unusual activity on my credit card,” he said, smirking just a bit. “I don’t remember spending $600 at Lace and Leather, among other things.” Mr. Danner’s eyes went right to the black and gold bag dangling from my wrist, a small bag for such an expensive purchase.

  Giggling, I ran into the other room and tossed down my purchases before digging into the Lace and Leather bag.

  He was going to love this.

  A few moments later, I emerged from the room and Mr. Danner's eyes bulged at what he saw. The exorbitantly expensive lingerie I'd purchased was a thin bodysuit made of slender gold chains. They glinted as they crisscrossed over my breasts, doing nothing to conceal my hard nipples. The chains followed the curve of my body, the tiny links making a sparkling golden mesh that covered the shaved flesh of my pussy. Already my arousal was slicking the cool metal.

  “Very nice,” Mr. Danner said, slowly walking around me in a circle. “Very nice indeed, but that doesn’t excuse the amount you spent, my spoiled little brat.”

  I took Mr. Danner’s hand in my own and brought it between my legs, pressing one of this thick fingers through the opening in the golden mesh and into my welcoming pussy. “Does this excuse it?”

  Mr. Danner chuckled, and his fingers pressed against my G-spot just enough to have me shivering before they abruptly withdrew.

  “No,” he said, tracing his hand, already sticky with my juices, across my face. His hand slid upward, stroking my cheek for a moment before pressing insistently on the top of my head and driving me to my knees.

  The bulge stretching the fly of Mr. Danner’s pants was right in front of my face, and I waited obediently while he unzipped it and pulled out the enormous dick I’d enjoyed so much yesterday.

  “Open that spoiled little mouth,” he ordered. Mr. Danner barely gave me a moment to comply before he was shoving his thick meat into my tiny pink lips. My moan was cut off as my lips were stretched. Inch by inch, he pushed his cock inside my mouth. Tears sprung to my eyes as I tried to breathe around the cock filling my mouth, and still, he pushed forward.

  I moaned, but it came out muffled. Mr. Danner pulled back, letting me take a breath before pushing back inside even deeper than before.

  “You like this, don’t you?” Mr. Danner ground out. “You like having your stepfather fuck that spoiled little smart mouth of yours.” I tried to say yes, but it just came out as a garbled moan. “You’re dripping, aren’t you? Wet to the knees.” Mr. Danner’s hand tightened on my hair, holding me still as he fucked my throat. “I should come in your mouth and leave you here, wet and aching for me to fuck you. Do you think you might learn then?”

  I could only suck harder, trying desperately to please my boss enough to earn an orgasm. Abruptly, Mr. Danner yanked my head upward, my mouth releasing his cock with a loud pop. Still gripping me by the hair he pushed me forward until I was bent over the kitchen counter, my hands pressed against the cool marble.

  An instant later, I found myself impaled on Mr. Danner’s cock, the slit in the crotch of the golden lingerie parting around Mr. Danner’s cock.

  I expected Mr. Danner to pound into me until he came himself, denying me an orgasm until he decided I earned one, but my mouth must have pleased him. Instead, his hand dipped down my front and pressed the thin metal chain of the panties against my clit.

  The chain was incredibly fine and delicate, but it still felt intense against my overly sensitive clit. Behind me, Mr. Danner’s hips slapped forcefully against my ass, almost lifting me off my feet as he fucked me.

  I rode his hand, grinding my clit against his fingertips, the metal covering them giving me just enough pain to send me spiraling into bliss a moment later. My pussy muscles squeezed Mr. Danner’s cock, tightening around the thick organ that stretched my tight channel, and I felt heat pour into me a moment later as Mr. Danner filled me with his hot come.

  Unprotected, of course.

  Mr. Danner pulled out a moment later and leaned back against the counter beside me. A few drops of his come clung to the metal panties, looking like pearls in the shiny gold covering my pussy.

  ***

  I was really starting to enjoy being a spoiled brat for Mr. Danner, so, of course, his wife had to come home from her spa weekend.

  The three of us were sitting down for a “family dinner” which consisted of Mr. Danner eating a rare steak, his wife sipping a vodka martini while she ignored a plate full of grilled vegetables, and me nibbling on a chicken Cesar salad while I tried to think about anything except the throbbing between my legs.

  Deliah Danner was looking freshly tanned and Botoxed and, as usual, was already half drunk before dinner even started. Such was the difficult life of a rich socialite.

  “How was the spa?” I asked idly, spearing a piece of grilled chicken on my fork.

  “Lovely as always!” she exclaimed, just a bit too excited for someone t
alking about facials and sitting in a tub full of imported mud. “You really must come along one of these days.” Her eyes flickered disdainfully over my face. “Your skin’s looking so dull these days. I don’t know how you’ll land yourself a proper husband with those pores.”

  I nearly jumped out of my skin as I felt a hand brush my other thigh. I glanced over at Mr. Danner and saw that he was sipping his glass of red wine calmly while under the table his hand moved up my skirt.

  “You’re so right!” I said, my voice sounding a bit more squeaky than was normal as Mr. Danner’s fingers brushed the sodden crotch of my panties. I opened my legs a bit wider, glancing over at his wife to see if she had noticed. Luckily, she seemed more interested in digging through her purse for a bottle of Xanax than noticing that I was about to get fingered by her husband at the dining room table.

  Mr. Danner’s finger traced the seam of my pussy, still over my panties, and I couldn’t hide the full body shiver that went through me.

  “Cold?” she asked absently as she poured a pill out into her hand and popped it into her mouth, washing it down with a sip of her martini.

  “Just a little,” I replied, my voice sounding tight. Mr. Danner had pushed aside the crotch of my panties and the tip of his finger was inside me. I grabbed my fork up from where I’d abandoned it a moment ago, the tines scraping loudly on the plate as I tried and failed to spear some lettuce. Between my legs, Mr. Danner was fucking me with just the first inch of his finger, sliding in and out of my pussy.

  I tried to force my attention back to where Deliah was chattering on about some gala she wanted to drag us both to in a few weeks. Mr. Danner pushed his finger in deeper and I gasped, trying to cover up the noise with a cough before forcing myself to take another bite of salad.

  I almost choked when Mr. Danner’s thumb brushed my clit. He pressed against it insistently while his finger kept moving inside me. The pressure building inside me was getting close to the breaking point, and I had no idea if I’d be able to come without giving us both away.

  Mr. Danner eased his finger out of me and rolled the pink button of my clit between his finger and thumb and that was it. A strangled moan came out of my throat as I came, my whole body shuddering as the climax went through me.

  I glanced over at his wife, expecting to see her eyes narrow as she realized just what was happening next to her, but instead, she was passed out and drooling on the tablecloth.

  Classy.

  Mr. Danner brought his fingers to his lips. They were shiny with my juices and I watched as he licked them clean.

  “Delicious.”

  And an absolutely devious thought filled my mind.

  I reached across Mr. Danner’s lap and started to unzip his pants.

  Mr. Danner grabbed my hand. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I want to fuck you. Here. Now.” I sounded like a petulant child, and I knew it. Only a spoiled brat would demand to do something so reckless and crazy.

  And I was a spoiled brat, after all.

  Mr. Danner stole a glance over at his wife and seeing that she was very obviously out of the night, let go of my hands. I tugged his zipper down the rest of the way and pulled his cock out, chuckling a little to myself at how Mr. Danner always seemed to be mostly dressed when we fucked. A moment later, I was pushing aside the crotch of my panties and sinking down onto my boss’ cock.

  I bounced up and down on that thick erection, loving the way he managed to fill every part of me. The chair creaked underneath us, and I forgot everything else but Mr. Danner’s dick inside me.

  Mr. Danner reached up to my shoulder and pushed one of the straps of my tank top down, baring my breast. “Not wearing a bra at the dinner table,” he murmured. “Such a naughty girl.”

  “The naughtiest!” I breathed, my thighs burning as I rode Mr. Danner’s cock, driving him deeper and deeper into me with each thrust and grinding my clit against his shaft with every downward stroke.

  “Are you going to come for me again?” Mr. Danner whispered in my ear. “Squeeze me with that tight pussy.”

  “Yessssss!” I hissed. “But don’t come inside me!” I begged. “We’ve been lucky so far, but you’re going to end up getting me pregnant!”

  My words were cut off with a gasp as I tightened around him. And a moment later I felt him explode inside of me, coating my channel with his seed yet again.

  I stood up on wobbly legs, letting my boss see the creamy mess of his come dripping down my thighs. "You promised!" I said, pretending to be a lot angrier than I actually was. The truth was, I couldn't even imagine using a condom with him. Feeling that hot pulse of come filling me just made me wetter.

  “Your pussy just feels too good for me to hold back,” Mr. Danner said possessively. “I’ll breed you soon enough.”

  I didn’t even bother to try hiding the shiver of pleasure that went through me at that. I smoothed my skirt down as Mr. Danner tucked his cock away. A few minutes later, his wife raised her head blearily.

  “I know what you did,” she slurred, glaring at me.

  I froze, my eyes widening at the accusation.

  “You tried to feed me carbs!” she shrieked before slumping back down to the table.

  Mr. Danner and I both stared at her in silence for a minute before roaring in laughter.

  ***

  I know some part of me should have felt bad about fucking a married man, and I might have if his wife seemed to give a damn at all about him. But the truth was Delilah had always been a gold digger, and my boss knew it from day one.

  “Why marry someone you barely even like?” I’d asked. The two of us were sprawled naked on his bed. Delilah was off on yet another trip, so we were free to enjoy ourselves without worries about getting caught.

  My eyes trailed over Mr. Danner's body. He definitely wasn't just another flabby rich guy who hid under suits. His body was cut, his abs defined into a perfect six pack from hours upon hours at the gym. His chest and arms were the chiseled muscles of an action movie star. Mr. Danner’s body was smoking hot.

  Good looking, built and loaded? Mr. Danner could have had anyone he wanted. So why pick someone like Delilah?

  He shrugged his shoulders. “The truth was, I never really wanted to get married back then. I liked variety and freedom. I didn’t want to be tied down to one woman, but someone in my position needs it for appearances. So I found myself a woman who was happy to have a relationship with my money and leave me be. Delilah wasn't always the hot mess she is now, you know."

  He was right, as always. “Variety, hmmm?” I asked, crawling my way up his body until I was straddling his face, my pussy inches from his lips. “Should I worry about you getting tired of this then?”

  I bit back a yelp as Mr. Danner surged up and attacked my pussy with enthusiasm in answer. He gave my lower lips and open mouthed kiss, plunging his tongue inside me before flipping me over onto my back.

  He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and poured it liberally in his hand, coating his cock. “You won’t need that,” I said, spreading my legs wider. I was dripping wet already.

  “I will for where my cock is going.”

  Mr. Danner rolled me over and stuck my ass up in the air. My mind flashed back to our first time together and the spanking, but he had very different plans for my ass today.

  “You’ve been acting up again, princess,” he growled, spreading apart my cheeks to reveal that tight rosette between them. “You were supposed to spend the day filing those quarterly reports, but instead you spent the day getting your nails done.”

  His thick finger pressed against my ass, slowly breaching me. It hurt, but I had always enjoyed the tinge of pain with our encounters, and after a moment I was bucking back against Mr. Danner’s hand. He added a second finger, scissoring them apart to stretch me for a moment before impatience won out.

  I felt the head of Mr. Danner’s cock against my ass and it felt enormous. When the mushroom-shaped head breached me, it was li
ke being split in half. Mr. Danner started with shallow thrusts, fucking inside me just a few inches at a time, but my tightness quickly got the better of him and he started pushing in deeper and deeper.

  I found myself rocking back against him, loving the intensity of the burning and stretching as he filled my forbidden passage. I brought my hand underneath myself, finding the slit of my pussy wet and begging for attention.

  “Ohhhh Mr. Danner!” I moaned as he finally pushed the last inch of his cock into me and I felt his balls brush the curve of my ass. “Mr. Danner, it feels so good!”

  “I thought your pussy was tight,” Mr. Danner grunted, sliding back out of me before slamming back inside. “But your ass. . . fuck, I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer!”