by Freya Kane
I stood up and walked around his desk, and, steeling my courage, I put my hand in his lap and wrapped my fingers around what I found there.
Rock hard. His dick was absolutely rock hard and straining against his zipper, all because of me. Afraid that to break the spell, I kept silent as I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the slit in his boxers.
Mr. Kingston’s cock was huge. Easily nine inches, it dwarfed my small hand, and I couldn’t even imagine how I’d fit it into my mouth. Nothing was going to stop me from trying though.
I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around the head, feeling the soft skin of my mouth stretching around his girth as I took him in, inch by inch. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat and I fought down my gag reflex, trying to keep from choking on the thick meat filling me.
My pussy was begging for attention, and I pushed my fingers inside my underwear, running my slender fingers along the slick flesh.
Mr. Kingston’s hand tangled in my hair, pushing me down even further on his cock. Tears flooded my eyes as I choked on his dick, but that just made me suck harder. I pushed one of my fingers inside myself and felt the tightness of my inner walls. One way or another, I was going to feel Mr. Kingston’s cock inside me. I’d saved my virginity all these years, protecting that little pink hole against so much temptation.
I didn’t realize until that very moment that I’d been saving it for a man like him.
Mr. Kingston’s hand tightened in my hair, and he let out a loud cry as he flooded my mouth with his salty come. I had always hated it when my boyfriends came in my mouth. The taste always grossed me out, and, degrading or not, I’d rather have a boy come all over my face or my tits than inside my mouth.
With Mr. Kingston, it was different. I greedily kept sucking, swallowing every drop of the creamy fluid and relishing the taste. I hadn’t come yet, but knowing that I had made him come had me quivering right on the edge.
Mr. Kingston hissed as I sucked too hard on his over-sensitized cock, and I lifted my head, letting his softening flesh slip out of my lips. Without bothering to tuck his cock away, Mr. Kingston hoisted me up on his desk and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of me, pushing up my skirt to reveal my pink panties.
With Mr. Kingston kneeling in between my spread legs, there was no hiding my arousal. My juices had formed a wet spot on the crotch of my panties and he pressed his lips to the damp fabric and inhaled deeply.
“I could still smell your pussy since you walked in here,” he said, tugging the small scrap of fabric over my hips and tossing it aside. “It made me so hard, Tina. Then watching you on that video. . . No one else is ever going to stick their dick in your mouth. Or your ass. Or your pussy.”
“No one has ever stuck their dick in my pussy.”
Mr. Kingston froze. “You’re a virgin?” he asked, his eyes never leaving the slick pink lips in front of his face.
“I always wanted to save my pussy for someone I cared about. And I did.”
He looked up at me and smiled. “A virgin,” he repeated in wonderment. “Now I know you said you’ve never had a dick in your pussy, but have any of those boys you’ve played around with at least eaten your pussy?”
I shook my head. I’d always wanted to know what it felt like, but the boys I hooked up with had always been more interested in getting themselves off then spending time pleasuring me.
Mr. Kingston’s smile turned wolfish and he said, “You’re in for a treat then. Any man who doesn't know how to lick pussy isn’t worth your time.” Then he dove right in.
His tongue was everywhere. It circled my outer lips, tracing the delicate pink skin before spreading them apart like the petals of a flower. He lapped eagerly at the dew that flowed from my core. Mr. Kingston’s tongue ignored my clit for the moment. Instead, the tip of his tongue probed my entrance, before pushing inside and breaching that passage that no man had entered.
His tongue flicked in and out of my opening, fucking me with slow and steady strokes. My fingers dug into the couch cushions and I whimpered, my hips arching upward to try to pull him deeper into me. Mr. Kingston lifted his head, withdrawing his tongue from my body and finally touching my clit.
I let out a wail in pleasure at that first touch. He pressed the flat of his tongue against that aching little button, and one thick finger filled the empty space in my pussy. I felt Mr. Kingston’s long fingers reach my barrier, and he chuckled, his lips vibrating against my pussy.
“I didn’t quite believe it,” he murmured before returned to his task.
I was tight. Very tight. Despite my regular self-pleasuring, I knew Mr. Kingston’s cock was going to hurt the first time, but I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to still feel his dick inside me the next day.
His tongue combined with that finger pumping inside of me pushed me over the edge. I screamed, “MR. KINGSTON!” as my orgasm rocked me. My thighs clamped together, holding his face against my pussy as I rode out the aftershocks.
When I finally relaxed, I slumped back against the couch, exhausted from the overflow of pleasure. Mr. Kingston pulled me into a rough kiss, and I could taste myself on his tongue, tangy and sweet. “I like hearing you call me ‘Mr. Kingston,’” he growled.
He got to his feet, and I was surprised to see that he was already erect again, his cock standing up proudly against his stomach.
“It’s all that working out,” Mr. Kingston said wryly. “It keeps me young. My dick just can’t wait to be inside of you, Tina. I think you’ve been a virgin for long enough.” He took my hand and lead me over to the large sofa in the corner of his office.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined stretching you out on this couch and ramming my dick into you,” Mr. Kingston said. I couldn’t help staring at each inch of bronzed skin that was revealed as he stripped off his clothes. He pushed his pants down his muscular thighs and kicked them away before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. When he stood, naked and rock hard before me, I couldn’t rip my own clothes off fast enough.
“Let me look at you,” he said, raking his eyes across my bare skin. He crawled onto the couch beside me, one large hand cupping one of my breasts. The nipple immediately pebbled at his touch. I moaned as he pinched the hard flesh.
“Yessss,” I hissed, pressing his other hand against my breast. Mr. Kingston kneaded my ample tits, squeezing the sensitive globes while his thumbs rubbed my nipples into bullet hardness.
“I don’t want to wait any longer, sir,” I moaned. “I want your cock inside me!” I paused before adding, “I have condoms in my bag.”
“We’re not using those,” Mr. Kingston said, pulling me onto his lap. “You’re a virgin. Why would I want to wear a condom with a virgin?”
I flushed hotly. “What if I get pregnant?”
Mr. Kingston shrugged. “So what if you do? I think the best way to tame a dirty girl like you would be with a big swollen belly. I’m going to feel the inside of your pussy without anything in between us. And I’m going to fill you up with my come.”
“I know that’s what you really want,” my boss said with a laugh, pulling me onto his lap as I nodded eagerly. His laughter faded as he felt the warm wetness of my pussy brush against the head of his cock. “Are you sure?” he asked, giving me one last chance to back out.
In reply, I sank down onto his dick. Halfway inside, I felt him hit my barrier. Mr. Kingston wrapped his large hands around my slender hips and pulled me down the rest of the way, burying his cock inside me to the hilt.
The intensity of the pain sliced through the pleasure, and he held still, giving me time to adjust to being filled. His cock had seemed big in my hand and it had felt huge in my mouth. Stretching my no longer virginal pussy, it felt gigantic. I had wanted to still feel his cock the day after he fucked me, but I was pretty sure I’d be feeling him for a week.
“So tight,” he ground out. “All for me.”
“All for you, Mr. Kingston,” I echoed. Tentatively, I started movi
ng. I lifted my body up until only the head of his cock was still inside me before dropping back down. Dampened by the pain, my faded arousal flared back to life. My boss’ cock was touching parts of me that my fingers had never been able to reach. His girth stretched me open, and I was so so glad that I had saved my pussy for someone like him. None of those other boys would have been able to fill me up the way he was.
And Mr. Kingston had been right, I couldn’t imagine the barrier of a condom being between us. Feeling skin against skin was definitely worth the risk of getting pregnant.
“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” he growled as he slammed into me. "Every time I fucked anyone, I was thinking about what your pussy would feel like.”
I groaned, feeling triumphant that even while he was buried inside someone else, he was still thinking about me. “Does my pussy feel good?”
HE rolled me over, pinning me beneath his much larger body and started really pounding me, his rough thrusts lifting my slender hips off the bed and bouncing my tits with every jarring thrust. “So good, baby. So wet and tight!”
I slipped my hand between our bodies, searching for the slippery button of my clit. "Mmmmm," he groaned when he saw what I was doing. “I love watching you play with yourself.” His voice was strained with the effort of holding back his orgasm. “One night last month when you were working late, you thought you were all alone. I was walking by your office and I heard buzzing.”
My pussy tightened around his dick as I realized what he’d seen. I’d been nervous about finishing a big project, and I had decided to release some tension. The entire office had gone home hours ago, or so I’d thought. I’d turned on a fan in my small office to try and hide the loud buzzing from my vibrator and sat on the edge of my desk with my legs spread, pumping the plastic toy in and out of my cunt.
“You can watch me do that again,” I said. “As often as you want—” My voice broke off as my orgasm hit me. My pussy clamped down around his length, squeezing that thick organ like a wet fist. Mr. Kingston yelled my name and I felt a splash of heat inside my as he filled my pussy with his hot come.
After a moment, he gingerly eased his cock out of my body, knowing that I’d be sore. “You’re not a virgin anymore, Tina,” he said, looking at the mess between my legs.
“No, I’m not!”
***
Mr. Kingston’s lust for me grew with each day, and since we had to behave ourselves during office hours, we had to make the best of our time before and after work. The next morning my pussy still felt too stretched and sore for more sex, but there was one hole left that Mr. Kingston hadn’t sampled.
Mr. Kingston had a full-length mirror hanging behind his desk, and I walked into his office the next day to find it propped against his desk, offering a clear view of the couch. A bottle of lube waited expectantly on the desk.
"What's this?" I asked, already feeling myself starting to moisten as dozens of dirty thoughts flew through my head.
“You’ve given me so much, baby,” Mr. Kingston said, his hands tracing across the contours of my shoulders and down to my breasts. My nipples tightened under that touch. “Saving your virginity for me, and now I’m asking for something else.” My boss pulled me flush against him, and I could feel the bulge of his erection pressing against my ass.
Well then, Mr. Kingston wasn’t so different from other guys after all.
“You’ve let other men fuck your ass,” he continued, unzipping my pants and pushing his hand inside my panties to find me already dripping. “I will never get tired of watching my dick sliding in between your pussy lips. And when you let me fuck your mouth. . . I haven’t come so hard in years. Even the thought of watching you finger yourself had me shooting like a teenager.”
Mr. Kingston had shoved my slacks and panties down to my knees and his fingers were busily working my clit. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching those long fingers spreading open my pussy.
“I want to fuck your ass,” he purred in my ear. Two fingers gently eased their way into my pussy, mindful of my soreness, while his thumb continued that delicious pressure against my clit. With his free hand, Mr. Kingston unzipped his pants and I moaned as I felt the length of his cock sliding along the cleft of my ass. “I want to put my fingers inside that hole first and stretch you until you can take my dick. It’s going to be so tight, Tina. And then when I come, I just want to stare at the white streaks that are going to drip down the back of your thighs.”
I yelled Mr. Kingston’s name as my orgasm slammed into me, my pussy clenching his fingers at the description of those filthy and arousing images.
I leaned heavily against him, my legs shaky from lust. With one deft move, he grabbed the bottle of lube from the coffee table before guiding me onto my hands and knees on the couch. As an afterthought, I yanked my shirt and bra over my head. My pants were still tangled around my ankles, effectively hobbling me, but I had no intentions of going anywhere.
His erection hadn’t flagged at all, and I watched as he slicked up his fingers, pausing as he pressed them at the tight rosette of my anus before pushing into that puckered opening. I whimpered at the incredible sensation of fullness from just a single finger. I glanced at the mirror and stared, slack-jawed with arousal, at the sight of that sexy many fucking my ass with a single thick finger. As I watched, he added a second finger and began spreading them apart inside me, loosening the tight muscles to prepare for the onslaught of his dick.
He poured a generous amount of the slippery lube in his palm and spread it over his dick, hissing in pleasure from the touch of his own hand. Without asking me if I was ready, he lined the blunt head of his cock against that tight hole and thrust home.
I grunted loudly as Mr. Kingston filled me up, but I kept my eyes riveted on our reflection in the mirror. His thrusts started slow and measured but quickly picked up speed. My breasts bounced with every jarring thrust, and I felt almost like an animal presenting myself to be mounted as he rutted inside me. My pussy clenched at that nasty thought.
“Your ass is so tight,” he ground out. “I’m not going to last much longer. Touch yourself, Tina. You know how much I like watching that.”
I was surprised how much Mr. Kingston fucking my ass really had turned me on. Most of the time when I had turned around and spread my cheeks for my boyfriends and hookups, it had just been to keep them happy. When my hand dipped between my legs, I found a flood of my juices soaking me halfway down my thighs. I found that hard little bundle of nerves between my swollen lips and started stroking while my dominating boss pumped in and out of my ass.
I couldn’t look away from our reflection in the mirror. My hand was between my legs, furiously masturbating while Mr. Kingston plowed me in the ass. I looked thoroughly debauched and nasty as I let him do whatever he wanted to my body, and it just turned me on more.
My orgasm hit me with a jolt, causing every muscle to tighten. My ass squeezed Mr. Kingston’s monster cock like a vise, and he let out a yell as he emptied himself in me. He pressed against my back for a few long minutes, trying to get his breath before carefully easing his cock from my well-fucked ass. A trickle of his come poured out of me, leaving the promised white streak down the back of my thigh.
I stared at our reflection in the mirror, both of us looking well-satisfied. “You’ve had me in every hole now, sir!”
***
Life got back to normal. Mr. Kingston and I had to do a lot more sneaking around if we wanted to fuck in the office, but it was worth it.
Of course, there was one thing I couldn’t hide.
Mr. Kingston had given me that big belly he promised. After a few weeks of being bent over every flat surface in the office and pumped full of come, I was pregnant with my boss’ baby.
Instead of being sick like most women though, all the pregnancy hormones did was make me insanely horny. My pussy was constantly wet, and Mr. Kingston barely had to touch my clit before I was shaking in orgasm.
The bigger my breas
ts and belly grew, the bigger my sexual appetite seemed to get. Luckily, Mr. Kingston was more than able to keep me satisfied.
One afternoon when the office was closed for a bank holiday, Mr. Kingston was in his gym working out. The manly noises that he made as he lifted the heavy weights had my pussy dripping, and an idea sprang into my head.
I had promised Mr. Kingston that I would recreate that first time he watched me touch myself. I couldn’t think of a better time.
I turned on the fan and left the door partially open. Mr. Kingston had been at his workout for almost an hour, so he’d be finishing and wanting a break any minute. I slowly peeled off my clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. My nipples were already hard and my pussy was slick at the thought of Mr. Kingston watching me all those months ago.
