by Raven Watyrs
Hearing me cry out in pleasure pushed Aiden over the edge as well. "Oh god, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum so hard!" he yelled out. I could feel his shaft start to pulse as hot jets of cum spurted out with each contraction of his balls, filling me up with his creamy seed.
Waves of pure pleasure washed over us as we fell back in each other's arms, shuddering and shaking. We lay there, spent; our chests heaving. Eventually, I felt his cock start to soften and slip out of my newly fucked pussy, his cum dribbling out a bit.
"Oh my god," I breathed out. "That was amazing. I can't believe I'm a woman now!"
He looked down at me before rolling off the side of the bed. "Definitely not a virgin anymore?" he winked, before adding, "That was indeed amazing. I haven't fucked a pussy that tight in as long as I can remember. I’ve been waiting for you for so long."
"I heard sex was good, but I had no idea!" I said looking up at the ceiling and basking in the afterglow of our coupling. "And can you imagine if I'm pregnant?" I added. "Oh my god, that would be so amazing."
"Fingers crossed, honey," he said. "I want a baby with you more than anything, and I'd love to look after our little one for the rest of our lives. I'm pretty sure your mother is having an affair, so don't worry. I've got this planned out."
I smiled at him. I had had the same feeling about my mom. She had married Aiden for his money, but she was also quick to bore. I figured she’d been stepping out on him for a year or so now. But her bad behaviour was resulting in a great future for me. I was thrilled at the thought of having his baby and being with him forever.
"I can't wait until we can take a test!" I said, thinking dreamily about the future.
"Me too, baby," he replied. "Me too."
***
It was a couple weeks later when I zipped out to the store to grab a pregnancy test. My period was only a day late, but I was so excited, I just couldn’t wait any longer. I knew I should get my hopes up - I knew I was unlikely to get knocked up on the first try, but I was hopeful.
It turned out that Aiden was right about my mom. She had come home a few days ago and told him she was moving out. She had found an even richer man who was stupid enough to fall in love with her. No harm, no foul for us though. Aiden and I had fallen deeply in love over the past few weeks, and I wanted his baby so badly.
I sped home and promptly ran up to the bathroom to take the test. After peeing on the stick, I washed my hands and ran out to the shed to find Aiden.
“I took it,” I said after spotting him fiddling with an electric drill.
“Took what?” he asked, a little confused.
“The pregnancy test,” I replied, holding up the little white stick. There was still a minute left before we could check it.
“Oh man,” Aiden said, putting the drill down and meeting me at the door. “Ok, don’t be upset if you’re not pregnant, ok? It doesn’t usually happen right away, but we have lots of time ahead of us to keep trying.”
I looked up and him and said, “I know, I know. But I really hope it’s positive. I want to start our family together.”
He held me in his arms as we stared at the little results window in silence. I looked out the window and prayed to the baby-gods that we were with child.
“Holy shit,” he said suddenly. “Holy fucking shit. It worked! You’re pregnant!”
“What?” I said in disbelief. “What?!” I looked down at the stick. There was a ‘+’ sign in the window! I was pregnant!
“Oh my god!” I yelled, throwing my arms around him and jumping up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Oh my god, we’re having a baby!!”
He spun me around, hugging me close. “We’re having a baby!” he repeated joyously over and over. “We’re having a baby!”
I had never been happier in my life. I couldn’t wait to meet our little one and be with Aiden forever.
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CHAPTER ONE
I spun in my office chair, counting the number of rotations I was making, trying to beat my personal best. I’d only been at work for a couple hours now, but as usual, I was bored out of my mind and found myself spinning in circles. I’d been working for Darren, my mom’s new husband, at a satellite development office based out at one of his worksites. I was supposed to answer the phones and accept deliveries and generally just smile and look pretty while I did it. It was not rocket science and it was boring as all hell, but he paid me well above minimum wage, so if he wanted to pay me to spin in circles, I wasn’t going to complain.
Darren had given me this job after I graduated last month, which again, I knew I should be grateful for, but he could be a bit of a hard ass sometimes. It usually wasn’t a problem because he almost never worked out of the satellite office. He made his calls and did his work from the main office downtown. But every once and a while he’d make his rounds to the various sites and ride everyone’s ass, cracking his whip and getting in people’s faces. But while he could be a bit of a dick, he was also extremely successful. With multiple multi-million dollar development projects on the go, he had the clout to back up his hard-ass manner. He ran a tight ship and it showed.
Apart from him disrupting my chair spinning and nail filing, I didn’t mind when he popped by the satellite office. I could put up with his demands and hotheadedness because he looked like a goddamn Greek god. Tall, dark, and over the top handsome, Darren had brooding dark eyes, sharp cheek bones over a square jaw, and a head of thick brown hair. He was broad across the shoulders, imposing and intimidating. Every time I saw him, all I could think about was him bending me over his knee, hiking up my skirt, and spanking me for being a naughty girl until my ass turned pink and puffy from his hand.
Ever since he married my mom and we moved in to his house, it’s taken all of my resistance to not throw myself down in front of him, spread my legs, and have him fuck the cherry out of me. At 18 years old, I was still a virgin, though definitely not a nun by any means. I’d fooled around with my fair share of guys, but I was thinking of saving my technical virginity for a future husband. That was until Darren came into the picture. I completely changed my tune and could think of nothing else but being taken by Darren’s imposing masculinity. I could hear him through the walls at night time fucking my mom, rutting into her and making her scream out in pleasure. I would lay there and finger myself, imagining he was ploughing into me over and over. Darren had made me cum multiple times over the past year or so without even being in the same room as me. So yeah, I didn’t mind when he came by the office. The only problem was that my panties were always sopping wet after he’d been there.
Even just thinking about Darren was enough to make me squirm with desire. I’d heard Darren fucking my mom this morning and I hadn’t been able to get his sexy image out of my head. I was so horny that I wished I had a make out buddy or someone to play with to pass the time as the day dragged on. I looked at the clock again seeing that only two minutes had passed since the last time I checked it. Rolling my eyes, I spun the chair again managing four complete rotations before the door buzzed, startling me. I jumped and turned my head to see a courier at the door, struggling with a huge box.
“One second,” I called over to him as I punched in the code to unlock the door.
The door buzzed and he shoved his way in.
“Delivery for Park Developments?” he said, looking around the sparse reception area. “Am I in the right place?”
“That would be us,” I said, looking up at him from my desk. He was super cute. Must have been about 20 years old or so, sandy blond hair, tanned. He looked like a surfer in a UPS uniform. “Satellite office. We don’t get a lot of foot traffic,” I said, looking him up and down.
“Well, glad I finally found you. I was looking for you for 20 minutes now,” he said, smiling down at me and passing a clipboard over the desk. “Sign here.”
“I’m glad you found me too,” I responded, running my tongue over my top lip before biting my bottom one. It was like the booty gods had heard my prayers
and suddenly a smokin’ hot delivery driver pulls up.
“Have to go so soon?” I ask him passing the clipboard back running my hand over his in the process. “I thought maybe I could see your other package?” He looked down at me and I leaned forward on my desk pushing my tits together. His eyes fell onto my cleavage and his jaw dropped.
“Uh, no. No, I’m not in a rush,” his eyes darted around the empty reception area and out the windows. “But what if someone comes?”
“Oh someone will cum alright,” I said, unable to let that one go. I winked at him and smiled saying, “Don’t worry. It’s dead here today. I don’t expect any visitors.” I undid a button on my blouse exposing the lacy black bra I had on under my shirt. I was fucking horny as hell and I since there was nothing else to do, why not have a little fun with Mr. Delivery Guy.
“Why don’t you come around here and show me what you’ve got?” I asked him sweetly, batting my eyelashes and biting the tip of my pen.
“This is like a scene from a porno,” Delivery Guy said excitedly as he dropped his clipboard and circled my desk. “Fuckin’ awesome!”
“Fuckin’ awesome is right,” I smiled at him and reached up to undo his pants. He had already popped a tent in his uniform and I rubbed my hand over the length of his shaft.
“Ugh, yeah,” he groaned out.
I undid his pants and pulled out his expanding package. His cock was beautiful – long, pink, and thick. I stroked it slowly, feeling his hot, soft skin move and shift under my hand.
“I love sucking cock,” I purred up at him. “You want me to suck your cock?” I loved it when guys told me what to do.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he responded looking down at me perched on the edge of my chair, his cock in my hands. “Suck it good.”
I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth. I wet my lips and opened up wide, pulling him closer to me. I licked the tip of his dick and felt it jump and twitch in response. He moaned as I drew my tongue down the underside of his length, coating his shaft with my saliva while I cupped his balls and massaged them in my palm. I may have been a virgin, but I loved sucking cock.
I licked my way back up his shaft and took his bulbous purple head all the way into my warm, wet mouth. I ran my tongue over the tip of he head, exploring each ridge and crevasse as I pumped my fist up and down his shaft.
Delivery Guy groaned and grasped the back of my head as I sucked and bobbed up and down his rock hard cock.
“Fucking slut,” he growled lustfully making my pussy throb. “You’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?”
“Mmmhmm,” My mouth was full and I mumbled a response, looking up at him with my big eyes. I pulled his dick out of my mouth, slurping and licking at him before saying, “I love being a little slut.”
I jacked his shaft up and down, faster and faster as I bit my lower lip and stared up at him. I really did love doing dirty shit like this. My pussy ached and throbbed to be filled. Maybe I should let Delivery Guy fuck me, deflower me right here at my desk, I thought to myself jerking him off faster and faster.
“Oh, fuck me,” he groaned out. “That feels so fucking good.”
I opened my mouth and took him into me again. He grabbed my head with both hands and thrust his hips, fucking my mouth and slamming his cock against the back of my throat. I held onto his pumping hips and gagged, thick saliva drooling down my chin as he face fucked me roughly.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he cried out with each thrust. “I’m going to cum!”
I felt his balls tighten and his dick start to pulse as jet after jet of hot, salty cum spurted into my mouth. I sucked it down, swallowing up each and every drop as he cried out, pumping into my throat.
With Delivery Guy’s dick in mouth, I suddenly heard the door unlock and swing wide open.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Darren bellowed at the two of us.
CHAPTER TWO
Delivery Guy leapt back from me, frantically stuffing his still engorged dick back into his UPS uniform.
“Oh god!” he yelped. “Uh, nothing. Fuck. I’m so sorry.” He was panicked and flustered and looked desperate to get out of there as soon as humanly possible.
“What the actual fuck?” Darren yelled again.
“Very sorry, very sorry,” Delivery Guy stammered. “Uh, ok. Yeah. Thanks!” he shouted over his shoulder as he inched around Darren and exploded out the door. Darren turned around slowly and looked at me, his eyes were glowering.
“Is this what you get up to out here, Rebecca?” he started. “I give you a job. Trust you to be responsible and grown up, and I find you blowing the delivery guy at 10:15 in the morning?”
I wiped at the side of my mouth, licking my red lips, and raised my eyes to meet his angry gaze. Good god, he was so unbelievably sexy, especially when he was mad. I wasn’t all that embarrassed, in fact I was hornier than ever now. Blowing the delivery guy had made me dripping wet, and combine that with hearing Darren fuck my mom into ecstasy this morning, I was electric with desire.
I was going to parlay this situation into a cherry popping fuck fest with Darren.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I purr up at him, once again leaning forward on the reception desk, pushing my tits into mountains of cleavage. “I was just so bored. But I know what I did was wrong. So wrong.” I twirled my hair and pouted my lips.
“Wrong?” he shouted. “Wrong!? I’m paying you to do a job, to represent MY company, and you’re whoring around sucking cock because you’re bored? Yeah, I’d say you were absolutely in the wrong.” He was pacing around the reception area and I couldn’t tear my eyes off of him. He was powerful and imposing and I wanted him to rip me apart.
“Well, it’s not my fault, Daddy” I said in phoney protest. “It was you that got my panties so wet. I heard you fucking mom this morning.”
“What?” he stopped and turned to face me. “First of all, stop calling me ‘Daddy’. I’m not your father. Secondly, why the hell are you listening to me and your mother have sex. Don’t you think that’s kind of perverted?”
I trailed my hand down my cleavage, drawing his attention down to my big tits straining against the buttons on my blouse.
“Well maybe I’m a bit perverted then,” I replied, smiling at him seductively. “And I like calling you Daddy,” I said. “Don’t you like it?”
“I’d like it if you weren’t such a little whore,” he growled.
I stood up and walked around the desk coming to a stop in front of his imposing frame. “But I can’t be a whore,” I said trailing a finger up his chest. “I’m still a virgin, Daddy. Virgins can’t be whores, can they?”
He was breathing heavily and staring hard into my eyes. I could sense his primal sexuality start to make its presence known. “You’re walking a really dangerous road right now, little girl,” he said.
“Well, I’ve been a bad little girl, haven’t I?” I purred up at him, pushing my lower lip out again. “Maybe you should punish me, Daddy.” I moved my hand forward and made contact with the bulge developing at his crotch.
His hand shot up and he grasped me around the throat, grabbing my jaw and pulling my face close to his. He was more than a foot taller than I was and I gasped as I was drawn into him, my tits pushed up against his rock hard core.
“You do deserve to be punished,” he agreed. “I’m going to turn you into the whore you’re acting like. You’re not going to be a virgin after I’m done with you.”
I quivered and shuddered as he growled into my face. I wanted this so bad. Wanted my stepfather to fuck me good.
“I’m so sorry for being such a bad girl,” I whispered, my chest heaving. He glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone was there before spinning me around. He sat down on one of the guest chairs in the reception area and bent me over he knee.
“Bad girls need spankings,” he said as he started to hike up my black pencil skirt. It was tight and it bunched up under my ass. But Darren was unstoppable. His anger and lust had taken over. H
e grasped the hem of the skirt in both hands and ripped it up the back seem. I gasped and looked over my shoulder and my now exposed white cheeks, bisected by a black lacy thong.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “Bad girls need spankings.” I pushed my hips back and raised my ass up a few inches. I needed this. I needed Darren to spank me until my ass was cherry red. He was rubbing his hand over my round perky cheeks in slow circles, as if finding the perfect spot to smack. I could feel his cock pushing into my stomach as he circled his hand down and hooked a finger around my thong. I felt his rough, strong hand graze across my wet centre and I mewed out. He pulled my panties aside and probed into my wet slit, pushing his finger into my aching depths before withdrawing it and circling my clit once. I groaned and pushed my ass into his hand, my clit was throbbing and his touch sent a wave of pleasure rolling up my spine.
“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” Darren said.
Without warning, he lifted his right arm and smacked his palm against the white, milky skin of my ass cheek.
“Ahh!” I cried out, arching my back and reeling from the pain. My pussy throbbed at the impact.
“You’re dripping fucking wet, little girl,” Darren continued. “You like getting spanked, don’t you?’ He smacked me again and again, the sound of sharp slaps cracking the air. I cried out over and over, the pain was exquisite.
“More Daddy,” I pleaded with him, “More please!”
His cock was straining against his jeans and he reached underneath me to release it from its constraints.
“Beg for it,” he demanded.
“Please spank me, Daddy!” I cried out. “Please spank me harder!” I pushed my ass up again, feeling Darren’s dick bump and bounce against my tits.
