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by Cassandra Dee

“You mean the world to me, Carrie, more than you’ll ever know. My life changed the day I met you, and I never want to go back to the way I was. You’ve taught me so much, about myself, women, love, and life.

  “I thought I knew everything, and you just shook that up. This past year has been the best of my life, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side,” I drop to one knee, reaching inside my suit jacket to reveal a small red velvet jewelry box.

  “Oh my,” she gasps, her hands flying to her mouth. The audience of tourists around us begin to applaud as she nods her head quickly, some taking pictures that I’m sure will end up on gossip websites within an hour.

  “Yes?” I ask, taking the ring from the box.

  “Of course, Mason! Are you crazy?!” She yells and I can’t stop the laughter from rumbling through my chest.

  The entire day, I’ve been on edge, nervous as hell about this moment. Sure, I thought she would say yes, but even now I know I didn’t say the speech as I intended.

  “It’s beautiful,” she sighs, holding her hand out to admire the flawless 10-carat stone diamond ring. After weeks with my jeweler, I decided on a simple ring, knowing that Carrie wouldn’t want anything too over the top. However, she was going to be my wife, and I wanted her ring to reflect that.

  “I’m glad you like it,” I smile, standing to my feet as she leaps into my arms.

  “God, I love you,” I sigh, my face covered in her soft hair, inhaling her alluring scent.

  “Please take me home,” she whispers, need in her voice. My cock twitches just thinking of what she wants.

  Carrie wanted to be close to the Eiffel Tower, so the ride to our hotel suite is short. I’ve already arranged for room service to have champagne and strawberries in our room, so I fill two flutes before toasting to our love.

  “Take a bath with me,” Carrie whispers after kissing me.

  “Okay,” I hear myself say. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve taken a bath, but it’s a rare occurrence when I don’t want to give Carrie whatever she wants.

  After excusing herself, I hear the water running before she reemerges, completely naked. Her curves have only grown more seductive since I first saw her.

  My grin begins to feel permanent as I watch her tiny fingers work quickly to undress me before leading me to the bathroom. Her naked body is so sexy, the way she moves and bounces with each step, I can barely contain myself.

  “Get in,” she instructs, even though the bathtub is only half full.

  Settling between my legs, Carrie leans back to rest on my chest, her ass like a cushion for my throbbing cock. Wrapping my arms around her, I find myself massaging her breasts without even thinking about it. My body craves her at all times.

  “Do you want babies, Mason?” She shocks me, and my hands freeze at her words.

  “I guess not,” she spins her head to smirk at me.

  “No, I just wasn’t expecting that question,” I chuckle before resuming my massage.

  I’d been giving this thought a lot of consideration lately, even asking my best friend Brian for advice. I knew Carrie wanted children, and it would be unfair to ask her to marry me if I didn’t want that too.

  Being a father was a dream of mine when I was younger, but without the right woman it kind of seemed to be an accomplishment I’d never reach. The more I discussed it, the more I was certain I did want to be a father. My only problem was when I wanted that to happen.

  “So, do you?” She asks after a long pause.

  “I do, it’s just…” I fade out, a little nervous to hear her reaction.

  “Just what?” She twists, this time turning all the way around to face me.

  “I, uh…” I swallow hard before continuing, “I don’t want to wait.”

  “You don’t want to wait for what?” She scrunches her nose, confused.

  “To have a baby,” I clarify.

  “So, you want to have one soon?” She asks, her eyebrows rising in shock.

  “Carrie, I don’t want to scare you –” I try to explain my reasoning but she kisses me before I can finish my sentence.

  “I want to have your babies, Mason,” she whispers on my lips as she kneels to either side of my legs, her hips lowering until my manhood is pressed against her tight cunt.

  “You do?” I smile, my hands on her hips now, as she wiggles from side to side, teasing me with her opening.

  “I do,” she moans as she slides down my length, gripping me with her greedy pussy before rising up and falling onto me again.

  Carrie curves to me, and knowing no other man will ever have her is even sexier than knowing no one has had her before. I’ve taught her every trick she knows, including how to ride like a pro.

  Moving up and down, while twirling her hips in a circle, she pushes her breasts into my face, offering herself to me.

  Sucking her hard, while she moans my name, a little semen escapes me from how turned on I am. She can feel me losing control, and seizes the opportunity, increasing her pace until I tug at her nipple with my teeth and she comes on the spot.

  Before she can stop me, I lift her up, sitting her on the edge of the tub and burying my face between her legs to taste her pleasure.

  “Oh God!” She yells when my tongue slides inside her quivering cunt, still reeling from her orgasm.

  Her fingers are gripping my hair while her pelvis shamelessly shoves her snatch into my face, desperate and needy. I love when she loses it for me, and I know I’m only seconds from coming, so I bend her over and slide my cock into her brown star.

  “Ahhh!” She cries when I dig out her back door. She’s so warm and tight, her back arches further with each thrust.

  “Oh yeah, baby! Give it to me!” I holler. She loves it so much, and her pleasure turns me on every time.

  “Fuck me, Mason! Fuck me hard!” She cries.

  Gripping her hips tightly, I slam into her as hard as I can, her tight ass expanding to make room for my thick cock. The way she screams, you’d think it was the first time I fucked her ass, but she begged for it so much, you’d think she wouldn’t still be so tight.

  “I’m gonna come! Fuck my pussy, baby!” She yells.

  Going from one hole to the other is so hot, and sliding in her pussy feels like another world, she’s so wet and juicy, I almost come on the spot.

  “Fuck, you got some good pussy,” I groan, gripping a handful of her hair, pulling her head back so her ass bounces every time I plunge my cock deep inside her.

  “Mason! I love you, baby!” She cries, and I know she’s second from climaxing.

  “Are you going to be my wife, Carrie?” I growl, my abdomen tense with the need to explode.

  “Yes!” She moans, poking her ass as her back arches further. Raising my hand in the air, I slap her wet ass hard, her cheek reddening instantly as she howls loudly.

  “Shit,” I groan, my hips rocking faster as I watch my cock disappear inside of her. She’s creaming all over me while the water splashes onto the floor.

  “Give me your baby,” she moans and I lose control. Call me crazy, but it was the sexiest thing I ever heard in my life.

  Moaning like a dog in heat, I come so hard, my body doubles over hers, humping her soft ass until I’ve released every drop of semen. Carrie’s pussy milks me perfectly as she has her own orgasm, our bodies panting in unison.

  When I finally gain my composure, I stand from the tub and carry her weak body to the bed. Climbing in beside her, she cuddles into my side, throwing her thigh across my abs, her body fitting with mine like two matching puzzle pieces.

  “That was amazing,” she sighs, her head resting on my chest.

  “Yes, it was,” I lean back, taking a deep breath.

  Our sex is incredible, and has been since the first time I felt her. The way she moves for me, and moans when I’m deep inside her just drives me crazy.

  “What if you did put a baby in me?” She looks up at me, excitement laced in her beautiful eyes.


  “You think I could have?” I squint in disbelief.

  “Yes,” she murmurs. “Yes absolutely.”

  And with another delighted sigh, the girl relaxes.

  “I love you,” she says. The words are never just words with her. I can feel everything she ever says, and today especially, she is in love with me.

  “I’m in love with you Carrie,” I one up her, leaning down to kiss her slowly. In the most romantic city in the world, I’ve asked the love of my life to be mine forever, it doesn’t get much better than that.

  Palming her ass with one hand, and the other resting in her hair, I sit and watch her eyelids droop as she drifts off to sleep in my arms. Watching her rest has become my favorite pastime. Her breathing slows and she looks even more like an angel as a shadow of a smile covers her face.

  I’ve never felt richer than I do with Carrie, because for the first time, I have something that money can’t buy. Everything about her is genuine and exclusive. There’s no doubt in my mind that she loves me with all of her heart, and just knowing there’s a chance she could be carrying my child makes my heart swell with joy.

  If the rest of my life can feel a fraction of how remarkable I feel in this moment, then I’ve set myself up for a major win. Carrie’s happiness makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world, so I’m going to spend every waking minute I have left making her smile.

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  My Co-worker’s Toy

  ~The Bimbo Diaries~

  © 2017

  By Cassandra Dee

  A SNEAK PEEK

  “Not yet,” said Rafe. “I want you to feel the power of the dildo first.”

  He began inserting the large head into the blonde’s pussy, watching as the purple member parted her luscious lips. Her twat was incredible. It swallowed the toy whole, the pink labia clinging hungrily to the twelve-inch shaft. When he was down to the last two inches, he paused, and rotated the second head of the dildo towards her ass. Rafe rubbed his finger against her pussy for a moment, catching some of her juices, and then lubed her ass, massaging the little hole.

  “Oh!” breathed Stacy. “That feels so good!”

  “Just relax,” he shushed. “It’s about to get better.”

  Slowly, he began inserting the second head into her ass. Her tight rosebud resisted at first, not wanting to allow the penetration. But he gave her another pussy kiss, sweeping his tongue around the clit, and that seemed to do the trick.

  Suddenly, the dildo was past her sphincter and into her butt.

  “Oh!” Stacy squealed. “It’s so weird!”

  “Weird but good, right?” soothed Rafe. Stacy couldn’t answer, she was too lost in the new sensations. Rafe decided to press his advantage.

  He began to run the dildo in and out of both holes, gently fucking her. The sight was incredible. A blonde bimbo, nude except for pink high heels, bent over getting fucked with a double-headed dildo. He was in heaven.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “More, please!”

  CHAPTER ONE

  Anastasia looked at herself in the mirror. She was gross-looking for sure. She was about seventy pounds overweight, and it was the jiggly, loose kind of fat, not the solid heft of a healthy girl.

  Her hair was stringy and greasy, and the bangs left fresh oil tracks across her forehead. Her face was nothing to look at with plain with brown eyes, thin lips and a weak chin.

  She tried to hide her deficiencies by wearing baggy clothes. The button-up shirt was a men’s size XXL and hung loosely to her knees over a pair of Dockers khakis. But there was nothing she could do about her face, other than try to fluff up her hair now and then.

  “Hey Ana, team meeting now,” said her co-worker Rafe. Ana worked in IT at a bank and was immediately suspicious. She was part of a team of guys, and they weren’t exactly friendly. Professional sure, but they weren’t above pranking her.

  Last week, she’d found a dead mouse in her desk drawer. The bank had a vermin problem and mousetraps had been placed discreetly all over the trading floor. When she’d opened her drawer that morning, her hand had lightly brushed dead mouse fur before recoiling with horror.

  That was the thing with these guys. They treated her like another guy.

  She made her way over to the conference room, lumbering with a slight limp. She was so fat that she couldn’t walk smoothly and relied on orthopedic shoes to get around.

  The guys were all there – Rafe, John, Max and Benny. They looked up expectantly as she came in.

  “Hey Ana,” said Rafe. “Close the door. We wanted to chat with you about something.”

  Oh my god, was it about the mouse? thought Ana. Couldn’t be. She hadn’t even complained to management, just threw the dead animal out.

  “Don’t look so scared,” chuckled John. “This is a purely personal chat, a real heart to heart,” he said. “Nothing to be afraid of.”

  Ana sat down and tentatively drew her chair up to the table. She waited for them to begin.

  Rafe produced a blue pill and put it before her on the table.

  “We know you don’t get out a lot, and thought you might want to have some fun,” he said. “This is a gift from the team to you.”

  “What is it?” asked Ana suspiciously.

  “We bought it from a guy we know,” replied Rafe. “He said it was an upper, something that would cheer you up. Specifically, it’ll make you happy and spacey, just the thing for a good time.”

  “What the…?” sputtered Ana. This conversation was crazy. They were at the office and her co-workers were pushing drugs. “How do you know this guy? How do you know it’s even safe?” she asked.

  John coughed slightly.

  “The guy we bought it from is actually a pimp and we’ve used some of his girls before. The girls were high quality, so we figured his pills would be high quality too,” he said.

  Unbelievable. Her co-workers were so shameless that they actually admitted to using prostitutes.

  “Take it yourself then!” exclaimed Ana.

  “Krystos said this particular pill is only for women,” replied John smoothly. “We wanted you to try it, and let us know how it is,” he said.

  Fuck them, thought Ana. This was such a lame situation. But what the hell. She hadn’t been on a date in years, had no real friends, and these guys were her only family. Sort of. At least it felt that way some of the time.

  Defiantly, she popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed.

  “I’ll let you know how it goes,” she said.

  “You didn’t have to take it here!” exclaimed John. “We thought you’d want to wait until you got home.”

  “Too late,” she replied, and got up to go back to her desk. If she died, these fuckers would be responsible.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Rafe felt bad. They’d ganged up on Ana today at work and pretty much drugged her. If anything terrible happened, he knew they’d be immediately fired.

  He was worried because Ana had started having cramps in the afternoon and left work early. It could have been anything. A bad lunch, or menstrual cramps. Heck, even ugly girls had periods. But Rafe was worried. It could be the blue pill too, and he wanted to stop by her apartment to make sure everything was ok.

  He’d brought a gag gift for her, an excuse to drop by. The massive purple dildo was twelve inches in length, the rubber squishy yet hard. He thought it was the funniest thing. There was even a little second prong at the end, perfect for insertion into the ass.

  And let’s face it, Ana didn’t have a lover. She was probably getting herself off watching porn, so maybe she’d even use the dildo sometime. Ugh, he felt grossed out at the thought of Ana naked.

  He rang the doorbell to her apartment and called out, “Ana, it’s Rafe. I just wanted to see if you were feeling better.” He hid the dildo behind his back as a surprise.

  No answer. Rafe rang the bell again, knocking this time as well. “Ana, open up! Are you th
ere? It’s Rafe from the bank.”

  This time he heard the sound of high heels clattering. Strange, Ana never wore high heels. She wore those ugly orthopedic sneakers.

  The door opened and a gorgeous blonde stood before him.

  “Hi Rafe,” she chirped. “Come on in!”

  He was speechless. At first, he’d been sure he was at the wrong apartment. Then he figured Ana must have a roommate who was her polar opposite. It was only when she called him by name that he realized that this was the new Ana. The blue pill had worked its magic!

  He dumbly followed her into the apartment, letting the door slam shut behind him. He’d completely forgotten the surprise gift, and the dildo now hung loosely from his hand.

  “Is that for me?” bubbled the blonde.

  “Why … yes … yes, it is,” he stuttered in a state of shock. The blonde took the dildo from him and ran her finger over it softly.

  “It’s purple!” she giggled. “And squishy!” Whoever this new Ana was, he didn’t know, but it was good.

  “Ana,” he began. “Let me explain about today.”

  The blonde cut him off. “I don’t go by Ana anymore, I go by Stacy,” she said. “Don’t you think it suits me better?” she asked, twirling around.

  And she did look like a Stacy. Long, platinum blonde hair hung down her back. She seemed to have lost all the extra baby fat, and gained about four inches in height. Big Double D breasts pushed out of a tight pink corset top, the creamy mounds almost overflowing.

  She’d paired the corset with a black mini-skirt, accessorized with pink high heels. Her legs were long and shapely, making his mouth water.

  “You are a Stacy,” Rafe said slowly, taking her in. “No more Ana,” he muttered.

  Big blue eyes batted at him, huge and vacuous. “What did you say your name was, again?” she asked.

  Rafe started. They’d sat next to each other at work for three years, and Stacy couldn’t remember his name? It seemed the pill had made her dumb as well, turning her into a Tripe A bimbo.

 

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