by Freya Kane
The next few moments were a blur of Andrew ripping his clothes off, Tim sprinting into his bedroom for a bottle of lube, and Jackson undressing slowly and methodically while he watched me. Spread open and on display for three incredibly sexy men, my body was ready and aching to be fucked. My juices had spread like an oil slick covering me almost to my knees. Open and spread like a flower, my slippery folds beckoned any of the three beautiful erections to come over and fill me.
Jackson was the first to come forward. He grabbed a pillow from the couch and reclined back on the soft carpet, his gigantic cock rising up against his stomach like a flag. I straddled him and took his shaft in my hand, marveling at how my small hand could hardly encircle it before sinking down, taking him all in.
Tim settled behind me, his dick poking into my back as he scissored his lube coated fingers inside my ass, stretching that tight ring of muscle until it was ready for his hardness. Satisfied that I was open enough to take him in, Tim pressed his staff at my rim, pushing into me and forcing the resisting muscle to part around his dick.
I turned my focus to Andrew, standing above where Jackson laid on the floor, his hard cock waiting expectantly in front of my face. I opened my mouth and swallowed him down, taking as much of that thick flesh into my throat as I could, thankful for the hours of practice with my dildo.
My body had never felt so full. We settled into a rhythm where Jackson and Tim thrust in unison, the power behind both of their cocks lifting me up and driving Andrew's cock deeper into my throat. Spread open and filled by the three men who had sleep fucked me and bred me like I was their own person bitch, I felt more aroused than I thought myself capable of.
I came first. The pregnancy hormones amplified every touch, turning my entire body into one raw nerve ending. With my cunt stretched wide on Jackson's cock, my ass fucked deep by Tim's, and my throat filled with Andrew's dick, I existed for nothing but pure pleasure. My inner muscles clenched and squeezed Jackson and my already tight ass became bands of steel around Tim.
My moans and pleasure-filled sobs were muffled by Andrew's cock filling my mouth. My throat spasmed around his shaft and he grunted loudly, his hips jerking forward as he flooded my mouth with his salty come. Greedily, I swallowed every drop down. I was eating for two, after all.
Tim went off next. He shuddered inside me and roared his pleasure, filling me with heat as he pounded those last few thrusts, taking me so deep I could almost taste him. Spent, Tim gingerly withdrew his cock from my well-used ass, leaving me free to straddle Jackson and ride.
I leaned forward and began rising and falling on Jackson. My milk-swollen breasts bounced, and I had three sets of eyes watching them, mesmerized. My clit ground against his body with my every movement, and I could feel a second orgasm already building. Jackson wrapped his hands around my hips and held me still, turning me into just a stationary hole for him to thrust into.
And thrust he did. Jackson used every bit of leverage in his strong hips to buck upwards, taking my breath away with every pounding thrust. My huge stomach, filled with the evidence of how well I had been fucked, moved with every thrust.
“You like this?” Jackson purred. “You like being used like a whore and bred like an animal.” I shivered as Jackson’s filthy words said aloud what I had always known about myself. For all my schooling and hard work, the honest truth was all I wanted was to be fucked as often and as many ways as possible.
“YES!” I shrieked, as Jackson’s deep thrusts brought me to a third orgasm. My muscles fluttered around his cock, milking the come out of him as Jackson groaned and writhed beneath me. Spent, I slumped back onto the floor, my entire body humming with sexual pleasure. My cunt and ass were sore and well-fucked, and the taste of semen filled my mouth.
Exhausted and naked, I laid on the soft carpet and waited, knowing that I wouldn’t be empty for long.
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Belly For the Boss
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Freya Kane
I’d always loved crowds. There was something about hundreds of people, crushed together in a small space, that felt so intimate to me. All those lives with all those stories to tell, all of those bodies pressed up against each other, all those eyes watching me.
I spent my young life searching for a spotlight, fighting for the lead in every play, the solo in every concert. I wanted those hundreds of eyes riveted to me. Little did I know there were easier ways.
***
I was working in as a paralegal in a law firm in the city. The pay was decent but the work was mind-numbing. Every day, I would eat my deli club sandwich and stare out those windows. The glass was floor to ceiling and polished to almost invisibility. This high up in the building, standing close to the window was almost like flying.
Across the street was a high-rise apartment building. In daylight hours the windows where gray mirrors, reflecting nothing more interesting than the flight patterns of pigeons. When night came around, however, the building was alive.
Bright lights showed the occupants in stark outlines, and I spent as much time staring at our neighbors across the narrow street as I did filing once dusk fell. I watched arguments, domesticity, and some truly vigorous sex. A pretty brunette with fantastic tits spent the better part of an hour being pounded from behind by one of the eighth-floor tenants. Her round, tanned tits were pressed against the glass as he rammed into her, and her face was a mask of pleasure.
“Gloria?”
"Yes, Mr. Grant!” I jumped up, shifting my body to block the view through the window as my very handsome boss walked in. “I have the filing almost done for you, sir.”
“That’s fine,” he said. “You can leave for the day.” A concerned look crossed his soft blue eyes. “Are you feeling all right? You look a little flushed.”
I covered a giggle with a cough as I realized just why I looked so flushed. My nipples were tight inside my conservative navy button down, and I could feel a tell-tale slickness in my panties that indicated the only thing I was coming down with was a case of horniness. “It’s just a bit stuffy in here,” I replied, “But thank you for the concern.”
He smiled, and I noticed he had a dimple in his cheek that was so perfect I wanted to lick it. “I can’t have my best worker coming down with the office plague. Have a good night, Gloria.” His eyes drifted to the window and widened slightly. In that moment I was sure I was caught, but all he did was chuckle softly and walk away.
***
I spent the rest of the evening wondering what Mr. Grant had thought of the view through that window. The youngest partner at the firm, Mr. Grant was incredibly sexy. His hair was thick and black and wavy, the type of hair that any woman would want to spend her nights running her fingers through. His eyes were deep blue, the kind that only seems to exist in movies or ads for LASIK. Under all those pin-striped suits that he wore so very well were muscles from countless hours at the company gym lifting weights. Not that I had stalked him or anything. His secretary just had the kindness to snap a few camera-phone shots when she was letting him know his lunch meeting was canceled.
He even smelled fantastic. Whatever cologne he wore had just enough of a hint of pine that it made me think of Christmas and exactly which package I would like to have waiting under the tree.
Beyond all that, he was nice. If he needed something rushed, he than
ked us for putting in the extra work. He ordered cupcakes on people's birthdays, and never forgot to sign a card. In a field that tended to be far too much of a cocky boy's club, Mr. Grant was a breath of fresh air.
Sexy, sexy air.
I was back in that cubicle by the window, waiting for the sun to set and give me a little bit of entertainment. On Friday afternoons my coworkers started dropping like flies after lunch, slipping out to any appointment that was a convenient enough excuse to get the weekend started early. By the time the sun went down, I was alone in the office, the last lawyer having closed the door half an hour ago.
A floor up from the couple I had watched yesterday was a man standing by the window, a glass in his hand. The light behind him was dim, so I could only see his silhouette, but I knew the bright office lights showed me to him clearly as I walked to the window.
Slowly I unfastened the buttons of the crisp white shirt I wore. Each button opened and revealed a bit more of the creamy flesh of my chest. When the last button opened I dropped the shirt to the floor. Now my attention went to the zipper on my skirt. The pencil skirt hugged the curves of my ass in all the right places. Inch by tantalizing inch, the zipper slipped down until I could slide the skirt over my hips.
Stripped down to a cream colored bra and a bright red thong, I dared a glance at my mystery man. He had put the drink down and he was intently watching my every move. I turned my back to him, slipping the bra straps off my shoulders in a brief tease before unfastening it and tossing it onto the ground.
I yanked out the hairpin that was holding my hair up and let the red waves fall down before I turned around, tossing my hair with the vigor of a shampoo commercial. I caressed my hands across my breasts, pinching my nipples and hoping he could tell how turned on I was, even across the distance. My juices were soaking the red lace of the thong and I wanted very much to show him how much I was enjoying this session.
My right hand strayed from my breast to dip lower, sliding inside my panties. Across the street, the mystery man had unfastened his pants and I could see his cock was in his hand. He had turned on a lamp while I was occupied with undressing but he was still far enough away from it that his face was hidden in the shadows.
My fingers twisted on my clit, slick with want, and I watching him pump his cock in time with my movements. Wanting to show him everything, I pushed the thong down and stepped out of the scrap of fabric and leaned against the window. I slide two fingers inside of my dripping pussy and started slowly rocking my hips against them, wishing that mystery man was behind me, pounding his cock into my pussy right in front of this window.
Across the street, my companion was obviously enjoying my show. His hand flew up and down the shaft of his thick cock. I stared out at all those lit up windows and tried to imagine how many people might be looking down and seeing what I was doing and my orgasm slammed into me, tremors shaking my body. In the other building, he reached his climax too and left a streak of white semen on the pristine glass.
He sank down to the floor, boneless with pleasure and the light from the lamp finally reached his face.
It was Mr. Grant.
***
I almost didn’t come back to work Monday. Last night, I had stared at him with shock for a long minute before throwing my clothes on and sprinting from the room. I was certain I’d be fired, but what choice did I have? The night still felt like a dream, so part of me was still convinced that he would act like everything was normal.
For most of the day, I was right. We crossed paths throughout the day, and our interactions were no more intimate than a nod and a brief hello. I was starting to doubt if the man across the street had actually been Mr. Grant. It had been dark, after all. He was across the street. He probably had the same haircut and looked a bit like him, and my lust-addled brain had filled in the rest. That made much more sense.
I grabbed my purse and was almost out the door, feeling like I had dodged a bullet when--
“Gloria? Can I have a word with you in my office?”
I froze. It had been him.
Feeling like a guilty teenager on my way to the principal’s office, I walked to his office, closing the door behind me without being prompted.
He had two dark brown leather chairs in front of his desk. I perched myself on one and sat stiffly, preparing myself for what was coming.
“So,” he began, “you like to be watched.”
That was not what I was expecting.
I looked up to see him leaning against his desk, blue eyes twinkling with an amusement that drained the coiled tension out of me.
My lips curled into a smile. “I do. I don’t think I’m the only one.”
He laughed. “You most definitely are not.”
This was the first time I had been in his office for a longer time than it took to drop off a file. It was on the corner and two entire walls were made of glass. At night it would be like being inside a fishbowl.
Suddenly I was very very wet.
“You noticed the walls huh?” Mr. Grant asked, standing up and walking to the wall behind his desk. “The view is amazing, and it feels so free and open. I’m not going to lie, the first time I walked into this room I thought about how amazing it would be to fuck someone against that glass wall.”
I whimpered softly at the image that flowed from my mind to that spot right between my thighs.
“When I saw you watching that couple fucking across the street, I thought I was right about you.” He turned back to me. “You weren’t just watching them because they were having sex. You were watching them because they were being public about it and they knew it.”
“It’s getting a bit dark in here, Mr. Grant,” I said softly. “Would you like me to turn on the light?”
He groaned, and I could see the bulge straining against his zipper. “I’d like that quite a bit Gloria. And you can call me Jim.”
“I like Mr. Grant.”
I flicked on the light switch and the bright overhead lights lit up the room. We would stand out like a beacon in the dark building. Not interested in bothering with a slow tease tonight, I pulled the simple emerald shirt-dress over my head, leaving me clad only in a gold bra and thong. The bra quickly joined the dress on the floor and I moved towards him, wearing nothing but a tiny scrap of lace.
I leaned against the wall as Mr. Grant dropped to his knees in front of me. He hooked his fingers over my panties and dragged them to the floor, not giving me time to step out of them before his mouth descended on my pussy. He painstaking traced his tongue over every fold, licking and sucking on every inch of my flesh before dipping his tongue inside. That tongue that charmed courtrooms was quickly turning my legs to jello and I clung to his shoulders as he drew back just enough to focus his attention on my clit.
His tongue moved in ever tightening circles over my clit and he pushed two fingers inside of me, almost lifting me off my feet at the sudden penetration. I moaned and whimpered as those beautiful fingers fucked me while his tongue worked my clit until I was biting my hand, holding back the shriek in my throat as he wrung an orgasm out of me.
I leaned against the wall, gasping for air and shaking with aftershocks and watched as he methodically undressed. Suit jacket, shirt, undershirt, shoes, socks, pants, all ended up in a heap on the floor, leaving him only in a pair of black boxer briefs, the front stretched against the erection threatening to burst the seams. Holding my gaze, he pushed them down.
His cock was gorgeous. About nine inches long, it was thick and veined, and I knew it would feel incredible inside me. “Turn around,” he demanded, his voice breaking slightly on the order. “Stand with your legs apart and press your tits against the glass.” I complied. “Tip your hips forward. If someone looks out their window, I want them to see my dick sliding into you while I fuck you.”
I stood, the cold glass tightening my nipples, and felt more exposed than I ever had. My entire body was on display for anyone in the city who looked up to see. My pussy was pressed aga
inst the window and I could feel my wetness dripping down the glass. The blunt head of Mr. Grant’s cock pressed into my opening, pausing for just a moment before he sheathed himself in me.
He began a slow, lazy rhythm. The city was stretched out below us and hundreds of people were going on with their lives, oblivious to the fact that I was being given the fuck of my life a few stories above them. Each thrust pressed me harder against the glasses, and I could imagine people looking up and seeing us, seeing me. The pleasure spiraled through me as Mr. Grant fucked me against that glass wall, looking down on the city.
In my mind’s eye, people were seeing us from the ground or in the darkened apartments across the street. They were watching him fuck me and it was turning them on too. Dicks were hardening and pussies were getting wet at the sight of us. The thought of someone in one of those dark rooms, touching themselves while watching me made me shiver.
