by Livia Bloom
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First electronic edition August 2012
Copyright © 2012 by Livia Bloom at Smashwords
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part of any form.
Carl Suther is my boss. He’s sexy, he’s rich, and he wants me.
I know he wants me because I want him.
I fantasize about him, more and more often it seems. The thing is my fantasy isn’t just having my boss… it’s having him breed me. Yes, I want him inside of me, unprotected, and I want him to fill me. I want his seed.
I finally tell him what I want, what I need, and he responds to my erotic fantasy with one of his own… he commands me to my knees and tells me to beg…
I now beg to be bred.
I want him, I need him. He’s asked me to beg for him and I’ve done it. I’ll do it again too, if he asks. Whatever it takes, I need him inside of me. I need to feel that endless pleasure, knowing what could become of our sex together. You may consider him a stranger, as I do, but let’s face it, everyone is a stranger in some way or another. To him, I’m a stranger because of my fantasy. My wildest urge that pounded like a second heartbeat, a calling that began and wouldn’t stop. To me, he’s a stranger because our time spent passing and chatting were nothing more than what a normal office would offer.
The boss and the secretary, the age-old story of lust and fantasy. They never end well. Lucky for me, I hate my job and plan to quit. My boss doesn’t know this part yet, even as he’s staring at my naked body. I’m on the edge of my own bed, in my apartment, my legs spread. My sweet smell attacks the air and wins; my body is warm, and my breasts feel swollen and desperate. The man before me isn’t my boss anymore but rather the tall, semi-dark skinned man I see everyday at work. His shoulders are wide and round with muscle, leading to more muscles through his arms. The rest of his body matches as I imagined it would. The lines on his body resemble some kind of erotic art, made for sexual desire and the fulfillment of my fantasy.
There is, however, only one real important piece of him that completes the fantasy.
His cock.
As long as his cock is hard and his cock works, all will be right in my world.
His hands move to his belt. He doesn’t need to use both hands but he does. He makes the scene look hotter and more dramatic than it really is. He’s playing into it all, which is fine for me.
“Please,” I beg in my most innocent sounding voice. “Please… I need you…”
My right hand curls around the sheet on my bed. My left hand wants to do the same but I have a better idea.
I touch myself.
My pointer finger and middle finger spread my moist labia open. My hole is tender, throbbing, and warm with juice.
His eyes gaze to my pussy and he licks his lips.
I’m not interested in his tongue as much as I am his cock, but I would never deny a sexy man to lick between my legs.
“I really need you,” I say, adding a desperate sigh and cry. I feel my throat almost in a whimper and I realize that I’m not playing anymore. I’m not playing in his fantasy, that ultimate secretary-begs-for-the-boss kind of thing. I need him.
Really bad.
My pussy and body are ready.
The fantasy is standing before me.
He pushes his pants down, and I see the beginning of his cock.
It’s his cock I want, and need.
It’s his cock I beg for.
It’s his cock that will breed me.
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It happens faster than most would imagine. It’s not a process or something scripted like in a movie. For me, it’s an urge that started during a pregnancy scare a few years back. A night of wild sex that preceded a bad decision to not use protection left me dangling, waiting to find out if something was going to come of it. During that few weeks period it took me to learn that I wasn’t pregnant, I realized how much I would have liked to be. Especially, with how wonderful the sex had been. The passion of the sex, knowing how wrong it was. A complete stranger pounding me with his cock and then filling me to the brim and back with his orgasm.
I needed it again.
Normally, I’m able to subside my fantasy, usually with the company of myself, a toy or two, or worst case, a man. I protect myself but pretend I don’t. The ending result obviously doesn’t satisfy me because I want to be bred.
It happens in the hallway at work, the longest hallway on our floor, the hallway the leads from the main offices to the boss’s office.
Carl Suther is a gorgeous man with confidence that’s addicting. Any woman who meets him wants to be near him. The women understand their place, knowing that Carl will be the one to make any sort of move, if any at all. He’s not the type to fuck someone at work, let alone his secretary.
I took the job because I needed a job. I’ll admit that working with Carl everyday has its perks, mostly for the eyes and my pussy, but I never imagined him being the one to breed me.
I’m standing in the hall, just outside his door, waiting for him to get off the phone.
The walls are an off-white color, the kind of white that bothers you. Your mind tells you it’s white but your eyes say different. I count the ceiling tiles four times and get three different numbers. I could count a fifth time but it’ll give me something to do later in life. I lean back and let my head rest against the wall.
I close my eyes and try to enjoy the fact that I’m being paid to stand here.
It’s not movement forward in life, but it’s money. I don’t need the money or the job anymore, thanks to an inheritance from a great uncle of mine. I keep the job because it’s something to do, something to keep myself busy while I try to figure out the rest of it all. It’s these moments, however, that kill me. An idle mind is a wandering mind, and my mind starts to wander.
I hear the voice of my boss, his deep, commanding voice.
“Yeah… they want it now, right?”
If you think about it, most phone conversations can be really hot and sexy if you let your mind believe it.
“I’m right here. I’m waiting.”
Hearing that makes my body suddenly warm up. The temperature rises and there’s a small wild fire surging through me. My toes curl in my shoes, my legs are tight, and my pussy…
“I’d take it…”
Carl’s conversation lines up with my sexy mind.
My pussy starts to tingle; the fresh moisture makes it presence felt, grabbing at my panties. A second later, my breasts start to ache, and I’m fully turned on. I’m fucking horny. I’m breathing deep, trying to calm myself, but when I open my eyes and look down, my body is rocking. My backside is gently hitting the wall and I can’t help but imagine it’s Carl behind me. It’s me grinding against Carl, making him hard so he can fuck me.
I’ll be honest… it’s not the first time I’ve thought about Carl fucking me, but it’s the first time I’ve thought like this at work.
Shit, I’m in big trouble here.
“Beg. Beg for me.”
I hear his voice through the door and know that he’s speaking to someone else. His voice isn’t as loud as it would be if he were in front of me, but I lose myself to the fantasy of him standing before me, wanting me to beg for his cock.
As I think the word cock another words comes to mind… breeding.
The fantasy is now full circle.
It makes sense.
Carl is strong, wealthy, and a man of power. He�
�s the kind of man who would take pride in filling me with his orgasm, I just know it. I don’t need this job anyway and this would be the best way to send myself off. To carry Carl’s seed and to carry my fulfilled fantasy forever.
“Yes,” I whisper.
My ass bounces off the wall again and I drop the folder in my hand. My hands go to my knees and I bend over. I pretend Carl is right behind me, his cock thick and long, ready to fuck me.
“You heard what I said!”
The voice battled through the door, music to my ears.
“I hear you,” I whisper.
“Yes, I want you to beg. For me.”
“Please,” I whisper, “please Carl… oh please…”
A second later, there’s a loud crash, followed by mumbling I can’t make out. To me, it’s just Carl preparing himself to insert his cock into me. He’s lining me up, finding my tight hole, making sure I’m wet enough. Soon he will test my depths and find out just how deep his secretary can go…
“Ashley? Are you okay?”
Just like that, she is back to reality.
The reality of it all is that I’m standing a foot away from the wall, bent over, looking like a hot mess. I turn my head and see Carl standing in his doorway, his hands at his hips. His tie is loose and he looks stressed. The more he looks at me, the more unstressed he seems to become.
“Sorry,” I say. “I was just standing there for so long…”
“I thought you were sick,” Carl said. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
It’s my opportunity, one of those small windows in life that open for a second or two. What can I do here? As Carl looks at me, I can tell him I’m fine. I can pick up the folder with some contract in it and hand it to him. I can go back to my desk, sit in my own wet mess, and suffer until I can get home and play with myself.
Or I can do something else.
Something better.
Something with a little risk.
“No, I’m not okay,” I say. “Not at all Carl.”
“Well, here, come in, tell me what’s wrong.”
Carl puts one of his big arms out for me. He does this occasionally and I usually step into his arm with a stuttering step, a little afraid to be near him. That’s his aura, the effect he has on women. But today, my body is so hot and I’m horny, I practically jump at him. I nuzzle against his hard chest and catch the scent of his rough cologne. The smell is thick and screams the manly smell I’m used to catching in small doses when he walks by me.
Fuck, I want him so bad.
His arm squeezes me tight, tighter than I could ever remember him doing before.
Maybe he likes me like this. Maybe he likes a woman in distress, or a woman who is weak.
“What’s going on?” he asks me as we step into his office.
“I’m having a bad day, that’s all,” I say.
I feel like an idiot.
I took the opportunity a second ago to say something but right now, I seal up.
“A bad day? We all have those. Did you hear my phone call?”
I nod.
“Fucking people,” he growls. “I had a deal set up two years ago with this company. Full financing, low interest, blah, blah. It was going to save a business. At the last second, they pull. I’m talking, I’m on a fucking plane flying to California and when I land, I get the email from their lawyer that they’re pulling. Today, I get a call from one of our lawyers… they want the deal again.”
Carl scoffs and shakes his head. He’s seated now, at his desk, and I’m in front of his desk, in a chair. His hands are folded, squeezing tight. I see veins in his fingers pulsing and it just makes me think of his cock. Makes me think of his naked body. Makes me think of him relieving his stress. Makes me think of him breeding me.
He’d get it all out, and put it in me.
“You know what I told the lawyer to tell them?” Carl asks.
I know what he told him – beg – but I want to hear it again.
I shake my head.
“I told him to beg,” Carl says and half smiles. “I want to hear him beg. There’s power in it, power I like to have. When I have something someone wants… ahhh…”
That’s it, my body’s reaching climax. Between my legs, I rage. My body is so tender and so delicate that just by moving in my chair, it pleases me. I’m being pleasured by Carl’s chair. My fantasy is now that strong.
“I’d beg,” I say, almost catching myself off guard. My eyes go wide and I bite my lip.
“You’d beg?” Carl asks.
I nod. “I’d beg. For you.”
I look at him with that look, the look that hints at what I want. I’m not talking about lawyers. I’m not talking about business. I’m not talking about contracts. I’m talking about sex. About insane sex. About fucking.
“Then beg for me,” Carl says and laughs.
I’m not laughing.
I’m not playing games.
I push from the chair and stand up. Carl’s eyes go wide as his mind must be racing. It takes him all of two seconds to scan my body and in those two seconds, I realize that he’s thinking about it. He’s stressed and wants to fuck.
Works for me.
I walk to the side of his desk and stand there, letting Carl enjoy himself.
He’s picturing me naked, I know it.
He’s picturing me wiggling against his body, his cock finding my hole, fucking me.
I look at him and ask, “Please?”
“Please what?” Carl asks.
“I’m begging you,” I say. I put my head down and lift my eyes to stare at him. I look cute, innocent, dirty. “Please? I’m really begging you.”
“Begging me for what?” Carl asks.
He leans back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head.
He’s into this.
“Begging you,” I say, adding a pause, and then finishing with, “for you.”
“Eh, it’s okay,” Carl says. “It’d be better if you were on your knees.”
I comply.
I’m showing him how far I’ll go for him. I need him. I need him to understand me, fall for me right here, right now, and then breed me.
I fall to my knees.
“Wow,” Carl whispers. “You’re serious about begging, aren’t you?”
I nod. “Please… please…”
“You still haven’t said it,” Carl says.
“Said what?”
“What you really want.”
“You,” I say. “All of you.”
There’s a strange pause, both of us staring at each other, knowing that with just one more comment, the line between right and wrong will be shattered.
I don’t care.
Shatter it.
“In me,” I say. “Fill me. Please?”
Carl looks around his office, his mind plaguing him. He knows what he wants, he knows what his body wants. He’s trying to break the two apart but they won’t. I’m on my knees, begging him. This is what he wants.
“I can’t here,” he finally says to me.
He looks at me, his dark eyes burning. I feel like I’ve come ten times already, but I still want him. I still need him.
“Then where?” I ask. I’m still pleading, not because he wants me too, but because I have to. He has to know how much I need him to breed me. “I need you inside of me. I need you to fill me, leave yourself with me.”
He nods. He understands what I want.
“You want all of it,” he says.
“In me,” I add. “All of it, in me. I want you… I want you…” I wait for a few seconds and survey the room. I’m on my knees in Carl’s office. I’m doing what he has probably wanted for years – a secretary to beg him for his cock. Now it’s my turn to finally confess what I want. I want to hear myself say it because I’ve never said it out loud before. “I want you to breed me.”
Saying the words forces me to climax, right there on the floor of the office. The hot wetness spreads through me, straight to between my l
egs. The juices aren’t as heavy as a normal orgasm, but trust me, I just came.
“Like I said, not here.”
At the sound of Carl’s stern voice, I stand. I stand before him, waiting for his next command.
“Go, work,” he says.
I turn to leave, confused, unable to process everything. In my mind, I should be naked right now, climbing on his body…
“Ashley?” Carl asks.
I turn. I smile.
“I’ll get your address from HR. See you at nine.”
I have no response, I’ve lost my breath.
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Staring at a clock, waiting for time to move isn’t the best idea in the world. The hours took forever but now at nine, the knock on my apartment door forces me to jump up. I panic for a second, and then catch myself. I didn’t change my panties, and actually didn’t change anything from work. Just in case Carl’s fantasy is to stay in the office setting.
I open the door and my breath is gone again.
Carl changed his clothes. It’s the first time I’ve seen him outside the office. He looks nothing like I’d imagine him to look. He wears a navy blue t-shirt and pair of jeans. His muscles are thick, pushing out at all the right spots. He’s thick, gorgeous, and he smiles at me.
My hand flies forward and grabs his shirt.
I pull him into the apartment and slam the door, locking it.
“Whoa,” he whispers looking down at my hand tight on his shirt.
“In me,” I growl, “now.”
“Wait, wait,” he says, blocking my attempt to lunge at him for a kiss.
His finger touches my lips and then his entire hand is at my face and neck, caressing me. He stares at me with a calm sense that relaxes the entire room. My body, however, is another story. There’s only thing that will calm my body down and that’s Carl’s release. Carl’s seed. Carl’s attempt to breed me.
My hand releases his shirt. “What’s wrong? Please, Carl, don’t do this to me.”
“That’s it,” he says. “That’s what I want to hear. Beg for me.”
“Beg?” I ask. “Again?”
He nods.
I smile.
