Unprotected 3

by Freya Kane

My round belly rose up, and my breasts had nearly doubled in size from before I was pregnant. I had even started making milk, something Mr. Kingston had gleefully discovered a few days ago when sucking on my nipple.

  I hopped up on the desk and opened my legs wide. I wanted to make certain that my boss had a perfect view the moment he walked in.

  The vibrator rested on the counter next to me, six inches of plastic that had seemed so big when I had first pushed it inside my virginal pussy. I turned it onto the highest setting, and the buzzing seemed incredibly loud in the small room. Pressing the vibrating tip against my hungry opening, I shivered at the incredible sensations.

  Slowly, I began fucking myself with the toy, pumping it in and out of my pussy as I waited for Mr. Kingston. The vibrations filling my core were making it more and more difficult to focus on anything but my own pleasure. My free hand went to my breast and pinched my swollen nipples and a few drops of milk poured over my fingers.

  I heard the door creak, and I looked up to see Mr. Kingston standing there, looking sweaty and sexy with an impressive erection tenting his gym shorts.

  “You wanted to watch me play with myself, sir,” I said, my voice sounding breathy as I tried to keep from coming too quickly. “Seeing you working out just made me so wet.” I pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and held it up, showing him how it glistened with my juices. “I used to do this all the time.” I brought it back down between my legs and traced the seam of my pussy before pushing it back inside.

  “I’d go home and think about and seeing you in those tight shorts with your shirt off, and I couldn’t get this inside me fast enough. My fingers just weren’t enough when I got that horny.” My voice caught. I was close. “I needed something bigger inside me, and since I couldn’t have your meat, I had to use this.”

  I looked back up from where the vibrator had speared my pink lips to see that Mr. Kingston had tugged down the front of his gym shorts, and had his dick in his hands. The sight of that massive organ that had brought me so much ecstasy was enough to push me over the edge.

  I yelled in pleasure as I came, and Mr. Kingston was on me, yanking the vibrator out of me while I was still shaking in orgasm and slamming his dick into my pussy.

  My orgasm went on and on, every muscle shaking and spasming as he fucked me on the desk. It didn’t take long for the tremors inside my pussy to milk Mr. Kingston’s dick of every drop of come.

  But Mr. Kingston wasn’t quite done with me. He kissed my huge belly and licked his way up the swollen skin before finding one of my nipples and sucking.

  My pussy quivered and I could feel his come dripping down my thighs as the extra stimulation of Mr. Kingston nursing from me made me dizzy with pleasure.

  I heard a shuffling noise beside me, and I realized a moment later that Mr. Kingston was searching for the vibrator with his free hand. An instant later it was back inside me and turned back onto the highest setting.

  Mr. Kingston lifted his head, my nipple slipping from his mouth. “Don’t come until I’ve drained your other breast. I know you’re on edge again, just from my mouth on your nipple.” He smirked. “The vibrator must be driving you crazy. But don’t come yet.”

  I moaned, a loud and low sound of desperate pleasure as I fought against the orgasm that bubbled up in me. The strange sensation of my milk pouring into my lover’s mouth combined with the strong vibrations between my legs was too much. My muscles coiled tighter and tighter as I fought my release, but I knew it would be worth it when I could finally come.

  Mr. Kingston lifted his head, a few drops of my milk still clinging to his lips. “Come for me,” he ordered.

  My whole body locked up as the I came, my pussy clenching around the vibrator and my huge belly rocked upward as I thrust my hips against nothing.

  Wrung out and exhausted, I slumped down on the desk. Mr. Kingston turned off the vibrator and slid it out of me. Underneath me, the desk was sticky with our combined come. Behind Mr. Kingston, the door to my office gaped open. Anyone could have stood there and watched us, but that just made it all hotter.

  Laying on my desk, well-fucked and very pregnant, I was happier than I had ever been. Saving my pussy for my boss’ dick had definitely been worth it!

  Baby for the Billionaire

  by

  Freya Kane

  I always thought I was a strong woman. From the time I was a kid, I ate up all the Girl Power stereotypes. I thought I was going to be the first woman president. I never dreamed that I’d be on my knees in the secret sex room of one of the richest men in the city.

  I’ve never been one of those quiet types. I think the word “wild” describes my personality type better than anything else. I have the type of curves that get you cat calls on the street, and I was never afraid to yell right back. Girl power or not, I spent a lot of my life in and out of trouble until I shaped up in college and managed to land a job working for Killian Ash

  Killian Ash was beyond rich. He was the kind of rich that could buy and sell people, and if he really wanted to, he could make them disappear. Me? I’m nobody. Just plain old Cassie Roman, a secretary in one of his many holdings. The day I met Mr. Ash was one of the rainiest days we’d had in months. Muddy footprints covered the hallway from uncaring executives, and the last thing my boss wanted was the big boss seeing the floor filthy. The janitorial staff was busy with a clogged toilet upstairs, so guess who had the duty of crawling on her hands and knees with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex? Me, that’s who.

  Mr. Ash walked in while I was crouched on the floor, my skirt riding up my hips as I scrubbed at a stubborn patch of mud.

  “You look good on your knees.”

  I snapped my head around, ready to verbally eviscerate whoever was crude enough to make a remark like that. When I saw who was standing there my reply died in my throat. "Thank you, sir," I said quietly. "I was just cleaning up the mud."

  “Continue,” he said, stepping around me without another glance like I was a scullery maid and he was some kind of medieval lord. The proud part of me wanted to throw out some comment about me being just as worthy of attention as he was, but the biggest part of me was focused on how wet my panties were from what he had said.

  Killian Ash thought I looked good on my knees.

  Beyond being richer than God, Killian Ash was devastatingly sexy, with wavy dark hair with just a touch of gray at the temples, ice blue eyes, and a body that, at least judging by how he wore a suit, was pretty damn cut. I doubted very much that my panties were the only wet ones in the office when Mr. Ash was around, but that comment just made me wonder if I really was the only one who wanted Mr. Ash’s cock down my throat.

  I spent the rest of the day sitting at my receptionist desk, crossing and uncrossing my legs and trying desperately to get some friction against my clit. My panties were soaking, and I wanted nothing more than to excuse myself to the bathroom and finger myself in a bathroom stall, but stepping away from my desk meant I might miss seeing Mr. Ash when he left. Too much of a risk.

  I sat there for two agonizing hours before he walked past me again. He paused beside my desk. “Up off your knees I see,” he said, a wry smile crossing his lips. “Pity.”

  I shivered, his words sending a lightning bolt right to my clit. He noticed. Mr. Ash reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a card and laid it down on my desk.

  “I am very good at reading people, Miss Roman. If I’m reading you correctly, I will see you at that address tomorrow at 9:00 in the evening.”

  Before I could reply, Mr. Ash turned on his heels and walked out.

  ***

  I should have been offended at his presumption. I should have walked down to HR and made a complaint that I was being propositioned like a hooker in a professional environment. I probably could have gotten myself a fat settlement check because the last thing someone of his caliber wants is bad publicity.

  Instead, I found myself sitting on an ornate leather sofa that probably cost more than
my car in room larger than my entire apartment. Mr. Ash had yet to show himself. An older man who introduced himself as Giles escorted me to the room. This man was so rich he had live in servants!

  The minutes ticked by as I waited for him to arrive. I’d been in a constant state of arousal since I’d seen him yesterday, and, even though my pussy had been aching for any kind of touch I had abstained. I wanted the next fingers between my legs to be Mr. Ash’s.

  Finally, after what felt like hours, Mr. Ash strode into the room. Clad in a dark-gray suit, he looked very bit the powerful executive. I couldn't wait to see what was hiding underneath that dark wool.

  "Follow me," he said, sharply. Without any further preamble, he turned around and walked out of the room, leaving me to follow at his heels.

  The house was enormous, and he lead me through a seemingly endless number of hallways before stopping in front of a heavy oak door. He unlocked it with a thick iron key, the type you'd see locking up prisoners in an old movie, and a started to feel nervous. No one knew I was here, and Mr. Ash was rich enough that he was very close to being above the law.

  He pushed the door open and instead of the chains and black leather I was expecting, I was confronted with an ocean of red and black.

  The room was small compared to the sitting room, but still fairly large in size. A fluffy red rug covered most of the black tiled floor. Wallpaper done in black and gray stripes covered that walls, making me feel like I was inside a sadistic candy cane. Dominating the room was a huge iron bed. Attached to each of the bedposts was a set of leather lined cuffs.

  "What is this place?" I asked, trying to hide my apprehension. I was far from being a virgin, but I couldn't even fathom letting someone do what this room implied

  “It’s a room for pleasure,” he answered mildly, as though I had asked him casually about the weather.

  Mr. Ash took off his jacket and folded it neatly over the back of the large armchair next to the crib. "I saw you crawling around on your hands and knees on the floor, and I knew you'd look perfect crawling on your knees in this room." His eyes raked me up and down my body appraisingly. "The clothes are wrong though. Take them off."

  A thrill shot through me at the order, despite my fear of his intentions and I quickly peeled off the emerald shift dress I had worn, leaving myself wearing a black bra and thong and a pair of high heels.

  I moved to kick off the shoes, but before I could go any further, he said down in the arm chair and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass as I sat on his lap, and I wriggled against it. A gentle slap on my thigh stilled me.

  “Hold still,” he ordered. He unfastened my bra and tossed it away with a look of distaste. “Hiding these is just a crime.”

  I moaned. The crotch of my thong was completely sodden with my juices. “I’ll do anything you want,” I said, opening up my legs as an invitation.

  Another gentle slap, only this one landed open-handed between my legs. I yelped at the slight pain mixed with pleasure.

  “I’m not the only one here.”

  I whimpered but held my tongue as his hand returned to my mound. "It looks you're wet," he said, his fingers stroking my slit over the thong, the rough lace rubbing against my clit. "I think I should take this off you."

  Without warning, he lifted me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down on the soft sheets. I squirmed as he pulled the thong off of me, baring my pussy to his gaze. I had shaved before coming over, and the lack of hair seemed to please him.

  “I’m a powerful man,” he said, “But I don’t believe in buying people. Free consent, freely given is what I want. I go to events with models on my arm. I fuck actresses and I feel nothing.” He paused and the intensity in his eyes made me feel even more naked. “I saw you kneeling on the floor and I felt something. I’ve been bored with life for years but your spirit. . . it intoxicates me.”

  Mr. Ash lowered his head between my legs, and that first touch of his tongue to my clit was like lightning striking me. He quickly moved away from my clit and instead followed the contours of my outer lips with his tongue. After making that first circuit, he moved inward, repeating the same process with my inner lips, licking every peak or valley of my skin before moving on to my opening. My pussy opened like an orchid, welcoming his tongue inside.

  Like everything else about Killian Ash, that tongue felt large and imposing as it snaked inside my pussy. His tongue lapped at my inner walls tasting my juices as they flowed out of me. All the while, my clit was screaming for attention, but he ignored it while he lavished licks on the perimeter of my pussy.

  He lifted his head up and I wanted to scream at the thought of being left still wanting, after being on the edge of orgasm for over a day. “Patience,” he said with a chuckle. Mr. Ash lowered his head again and this time he latched his mouth to my clit, sucking hard on my neglected flesh.

  I couldn't help the shriek that escaped me as my orgasm slammed into me. My hips bucked against his face as wave after wave of pleasure filled me. If someone had asked me two days ago, if I would be having the most powerful orgasm of my life on the bed of a billionaire, I would have called them crazy. I still felt a little crazy for doing this, but having your body worshiped by one of the most powerful men in the world was too intoxicating to even consider giving up.

  When I came back to my senses, I could see how aroused Mr. Ash was. Somehow my brain just couldn’t think of him as simply “Killian.” Even with his head buried between my legs, this man simply oozed power.

  Mr. Ash settled himself back into the armchair, and I could clearly see the bulge in his pants had grown, tenting the front of those expensive trousers. As I watched, he unzipped his pants and freed the largest cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least nine inches long, and my pussy clenched at the sight of how thick it was. “Come over here,” he beckoned, “I’ve been dreaming about what the inside of your mouth feels like since the first time I laid eyes on you.” He wrapped his hand around that thick cock and stroked it a few times.

  I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, moving in a way I hoped was sexy, but just felt odd to my limited experience. I sat back on his heels between his legs and stared up at the tower of flesh before me. Killian Ash had been blessed by a lot more than just wealth and his wallet wasn't the only thick thing he kept inside his well-cut pants. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, and my fingers could barely fit around it. I had no idea how I was supposed to fit it all into my mouth.

  I opened my mouth and took the head inside. I slowly circled my tongue around the head before widening my jaw to take him deeper. Mr. Ash’s cock was only halfway inside my mouth before I felt the blunt head hit the back of my throat and I choked, pulling back to try not to gag.

  His hand tangled in my hair, yanking hard on the roots as he forced his cock deeper into me. I relaxed my throat as much as I was able, trying not to breathe as the thick flesh filled my mouth.

  All the while, my traitorous pussy was demanding attention as well. I didn’t know if touching myself would earn me another slap, but I decided to risk it. I pushed my hand down my front and found my slippery clit. I rubbed the swollen nub with my fingertip and I moaned my pleasure around Mr. Ash’s cock. I felt a steely grip around my wrist and my hand was abruptly yanked away. “No,” he ground out.

  Mr. Ash shoved his dick all the way into my throat, pushing me down until my nose rested against his body and his balls brushed my chin. I felt his cock spasm and then the warm salty come poured into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it oozed out of my mouth, dripping down my face and landing on my chest.

  When his cock stopped twitching, I slowly leaned back, easing the large organ out of my throat. My face and chest were covered with his sticky come, even though I had swallowed most of his huge load. Hopefully, I looked up at him, wanting nothing more than to have pleased him, but feeling like my messiness had failed some sort of test.

  Instead of being disappoin
ted, the hunger in his eyes shocked me. “You have no idea how you look, do you?” he said. From the recesses of his pockets, he pulled out a fine linen handkerchief and used it to wipe my come smeared lips. “Naked with your face and those magnificent breasts covered in my come. . .” he trailed off, his eyes never leaving my breasts.

  Shaking his head slightly to break the trance, he scooped me up as though I weighed nothing and carried me to that enormous bed.

  He laid me down on the red sheets and the cool satin slipped over my body. “I’m going to use these cuffs on you,” he stated firmly. “I want you bound to this bed so I can lavish every inch of your curves with my tongue. You’re going to lose count of how many times you come. When you think your body can’t handle any more pleasure, I’m going to make you come again.” I nodded, giving him my consent and the soft leather of the first cuff snapped around my wrist. Slowly, he rounded the bed to reach the other side, pulling my arm upward and fastening the cuff around my other wrist. “If you want to stop, if it truly becomes too much, just say ‘outside’ and it ends.”