by Freya Kane
The heavy desk hid me from the door and I pulled Wyatt’s cock out through the slit in his boxer briefs, my mouth already watering at the sight of it. His cock was perfect, the kind of thing that expensive sex toys get modeled after. His shaft was long and thick, leading to a smooth head that managed to hit the perfect spots inside my every time.
I lower my head, only wrapping my lips around the head and sucking, my tongue fluttering against him before I started to relax my throat. Wyatt had serious girth, and my lips were stretched wide as I took him in inch by inch.
I groaned around my mouthful of cock, sliding my hand up my skirt to touch myself. Having his cock in my mouth always turned me on so much that I couldn’t wait.
After a moment I got into a rhythm, my throat getting used to Wyatt’s girth stretching it, and I bobbed my head up and down, taking in every inch until my chin was brushing his balls.
I heard the door open.
I froze with Wyatt’s cock still halfway in my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair, pushing me back down, his intention obvious.
Be quiet. But don’t stop.
“Cole!” The booming voice of Jon Kingston, one of the senior partners of the firm rang out. “I wanted to check if you’d be free for a round of golf this afternoon. First decent day in ages so the partners are heading out a bit early to hit the links.”
Underneath my tongue, Wyatt’s cock was leaking come already. The danger of being caught heightened everything. I kept the touches of my tongue feather light, my lips dragging up and down his length without the suction I usually used. Between my legs, my fingers had dipped inside my sodden panties to brush my aching clit.
“Sounds like an excellent plan, Jon,” Wyatt replied, his voice tight. The strain of keeping his voice even as he got a blowjob would have been too much for most people, but Wyatt seemed almost unflappable. Feeling mischievous, I sucked a bit harder and was rewarded with a slight catch in his voice. “When’s the tee time?”
“Three o’clock. I’ll let Maria know to hold your calls on my way out.” I heard a few footsteps as Jon walked away but he paused at the door. I redoubled my efforts, sucking even harder until the taste of salt grew stronger. Wyatt was seconds from coming.
“Glad you’re starting to relax a bit! You work too hard, Cole.”
“Someone has to,” Wyatt said, covering the tremble in his voice with a chuckle. “Close the door when you leave.”
I heard the click of the door shutting, and both of Wyatt’s hands were in my hair, holding me still as his cock exploded in my mouth, coating my tongue with his salty come. I swallowed, my tongue continuing to milk him of every drop. When I lifted my head a few pearly drops of his come were clinging to my lips. I licked them away.
“Fuck, I haven’t come that hard in ages,” Wyatt growled. He tucked his cock away and walked to the door, clicking the lock to secure the door and settling back in his chair.
“I didn’t really get to enjoy the show that first time,” Wyatt said, his eyes going to where my hand was still hidden under my skirt. “Sit on the desk. Hike up your skirt and spread those pretty legs for me.” I complied, sitting on the desk in front of my boss’ chair, my tight grey pencil skirt bunched up around my waist.
Today I wore a pale pink thong, and the crotch of the fabric was already wet from my arousal. I paused, waiting for Wyatt to tell me just what he wanted.
I had a pretty good idea already, though.
“I want you to show my just what you used to do to yourself alone in your bedroom when you were imagining me fucking you,” Wyatt said, his eyes zeroing in on the spot between my legs.
I smiled, bringing one hand between my legs to cup my pussy. “Whenever I could hear you in the weight room it would make me soaking wet,” I began. “I always wanted to make my fantasy last as long as possible, so I’d start over my panties.”
I traced my finger over the seam of my pussy, the damp silk giving just enough friction. I rubbed small circles around my clit, soaking the fabric even more with my pussy juices until the entire thong was drenched with my arousal and I was panting with need. The pregnancy hormones just seemed to heighten the pleasure even more than usual.
“When I can’t hold back any longer, I push my panties down,” I murmured, closing my legs just long enough to pull the thong down and off before opening my legs again. Between my legs, my pussy glistened, my arousal coating my lips like dew on a flower.
“I’m so sensitive that I don’t touch my clit right away because I know I’ll come too fast.” Instead, I push two fingers inside myself and start pumping.
My voice is rough but I keep talking, Wyatt is watching me with rapt attention, looking like he wants to devour me. “I would pretend that they were your fingers that were fucking me and not my own.”
I felt my body tighten, my pussy growing snug around my invading fingers as I raced towards my orgasm. Not wanting to give up that incredible feeling of penetration, I brought my other hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit in time with my pumping fingers.
My voice caught. “I’m so close, Mr. Cole.”
“You just love calling me Mr. Cole, don’t you?” Wyatt moaned.
“Yes,” I admitted. “I like the idea of calling you Mr and Sir. That’s how I’ve always thought of you. It just makes me wetter.” I added a third finger, that extra thickness bringing a delicious stretch to my channel. I bit back a cry as I came, every muscle tightening up as my hips bucked against my hands.
I kept rubbing my clit, a bit more gently now, drawing out the orgasm. When the last tremors faded, I looked up to see Wyatt staring at me with his mouth open.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Cora. If it makes you come like that, you can call me whatever you want,” he said, plucking the pink thong from where it dangled off one of my feet. He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply before putting the skimpy thong in his suit pocket.
Then his brow furrowed in annoyance. “I can’t believe I have to play fucking golf this afternoon. I’d much rather spend it balls deep inside of you!”
***
When Wyatt came home I was waiting for him. He had grumbled about having to go play golf with his partners, but he couldn’t cancel for no reason so he begrudgingly went.
That gave me time to finish my work day and plan my surprise at home.
Despite the fact that my mother didn’t have a domestic bone in her body, I loved cooking. It gave me a chance to pamper Wyatt the way he deserved, so I did it every chance.
By the time Wyatt walked in and dumped his golf bag in the closet, the fragrant scent of chicken stir fry filled the room, the savory scent of the mushrooms and chicken and the sharp bite of the chili peppers making the big empty kitchen seem incredibly inviting.
“What’s the occasion?” Wyatt asked, sweeping me into a kiss.
“I just like taking care of you,” I said, pausing before adding. “Daddy.” I turned off the stove and dished up two plates of the food, leading Wyatt into the dining room where I had already set the table.
Wyatt was silent for a moment and then his eyes widened. “Are you pregnant, baby? Already?”
I nodded, smiling widely. Wyatt wrapped his arms around me and twirled me around before setting me down gingerly, as though he was afraid he might break me.
“Now none of that,” I said teasingly. “I’m not made of glass. I fully expect you to keep fucking my brains out.”
Wyatt laughed as we sat down to eat. “I promise, Cora. Nothing will ever keep me from fucking your brains out.”
I smiled, taking a bite of food. I was starving already!
“Oh!” I added, remembering the other bit of news I had. “I got a call from my Mom today.”
Mr. Cole’s fork froze halfway to his mouth, his face carefully blank.
I couldn’t fake my solemn expression any longer. I broke into a wide smile.
“She said, ‘Take care of Mr. Cole, sweetie. And I think you know exactly how I mean. I kno
w there’s a bit of an age difference, but we’re not blind. I know you’ve had your eyes on him for ages. You’re both adults and, for what it’s worth, you have our blessing.”
Wyatt’s face was shocked. “Are you joking?” he asked cautiously.
“Trust me, that was what I thought too, but we have their blessing. And if they ever decide to actually come back, no sneaking around! I didn’t tell them about the baby just yet, but I know they’ll be thrilled when we tell them!”
“Well, I think we should celebrate then!” Wyatt stood up and walked to my side of the table. “This food is delicious, Cora, but we can reheat it.” Wyatt swung me into his arms and deposited me on the dining room table, pulling up my skirt.
I hadn’t bothered to put on a pair of panties after he swiped mine earlier, so I was bare and ready for him. Wyatt unzipped his pants and took his cock in his hand, guiding it into my pussy before he started pounding into me, rocking the table with every thrust.
“You’re perfect,” he purred, leaning down to press his lips against mine. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” His hands made quick work of the buttons on my shirt before tugging the cups of my bra down, baring my breasts. His rhythm inside me never faltered as he pinched my hard nipples.
One of his hands abandoned my nipple to spread apart my folds, searching for that sensitive nub of my clit. He gently rubbed against it, putting just enough pressure to have me clawing against the tablecloth but not enough to bring me off yet.
“Say it, baby,” he murmured, his hips stuttering as his climax grew closer and closer. “Say it.”
I knew exactly what he wanted to hear. I bucked against him, giving as much as I received and cried out “MR. COLE!” as I climaxed. Wyatt only lasted another thrust or two before he was flooding my pussy with his come.
Sprawled out on the kitchen table with Wyatt still buried inside me I was so happy. I had the man of my dreams and a great job, a baby on the way and we didn’t even have to hide anymore.
Kissing Wyatt, I held him a little tighter. I finally had everything I ever wanted!
***
A few months later I was as big as a house and loving life even more. Wyatt’s former assistant ended up quitting to stay home with her family, so I had landed the role. Even though no one would have been shocked if Wyatt just gave me the job, I still insisted on going through the regular interview process.
Despite my relationship with Wyatt and my pregnancy, I still wanted to work. I didn’t want anyone to think the only reason I was with Wyatt was for the money.
The truth was, the two of us were blissful, and as my belly grew, so did that happiness. I was eight months pregnant and week away from going on maternity leave at Wyatt’s insistence. I would have happily worked up until the day I gave birth!
I didn't know what I'd do with myself during the day while I waited for Wyatt to get home, plus if I was stuck at home the chances of spending my afternoon on Wyatt’s desk with his head between my legs was pretty slim. So I was making sure I got as much lunchtime sex in as I possibly could.
Wyatt’s absolute favorite place to fuck me was his desk. Today he was on a conference call while I was sprawled on his desk, my dress hiked up to my waist to expose my round belly and my panties tossed somewhere on the floor. Wyatt had three fingers buried in my pussy, lazily fucking me on them while I bit my lip with the effort of staying silent.
Of course, I wasn’t the only one aroused. The front of Wyatt’s pants was stretched with his erection and he was idly rubbing himself through his pants as he listened to one of the other partners prattle on about some merger.
Wyatt’s lips curled into an even more devilish smile than the one he already wore, and he stood up, sliding his fingers out of my wet pussy. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, rock hard and looking absolutely delicious. He pulled me down to the edge of the desk and pressed his cock against my opening.
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood as I fought to stay quiet. That first thrust always felt incredible and holding in my moans as his girth stretched me was almost impossible. My huge belly made it impossible for me to do much more than lay there and let him fuck me, and Wyatt seemed content to just stay buried in my pussy.
“Move!” I mouthed, rocking my hips against his.
He chuckled silently before mouthing back, “No.”
I shivered. Having Wyatt’s glorious cock inside me without him moving was driving me insane. Wyatt reached forward and gripped my breast, squeezing my nipple, and a moment later I could feel the wetness of my milk soaking through the top of my dress. Wyatt’s other hand went to my other nipple and followed suit, adding a matching wet spot to my dress.
“. . . And how are you feeling about this, Wyatt?” came the tinny voice from the phone.
“I think it’s a fantastic idea,” Wyatt replied, his voice sounding just a bit strained. “Adding additional staff in that office is a given though.”
I quickly tuned out the office talk. Wyatt’s continued to play with my nipples, his constant stimulation kept my milk flowing and I found myself growing closer and closer to my peak.
Two could play at that game.
I tightened my inner muscles around Wyatt’s cock, squeezing that hard member that speared me. Wyatt’s voice faltered. He had definitely felt that! I kept it up, holding his gaze the entire time as I tightened my pussy muscles around his dick, squeezing him as tightly as I could before releasing him.
In retaliation, his fingers tightened on my nipples, squeezing out a bit more milk. I gasped, my pussy clamping down around his cock as I came. My pussy tightening and squeezing him even more was too much for Wyatt and he barely held back a groan of pleasure as I felt his cock pulse inside me, filling my grasping pussy with his come.
Wyatt slapped the phone, disconnecting the call. “Such a shame we have such terrible reception in here,” he growled, pulling out of me and tugging down the front of my dress to attack my breasts. His lips closed around my nipple and started sucking my flowing milk.
Wyatt dipped two fingers back inside my pussy, pumping them inside my sensitive hole for a moment before bringing them to my lips. Sticky with my own juices and his come, Wyatt pushed them inside my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting the salty-sweet flavors of my own pussy and Wyatt’s come.
Wyatt suckling at my breasts had my pussy already aching for another orgasm. Without even thinking, I pushed his head down the way he loved to do to me.
“Lick my clit,” I begged. “Fuck Wyatt, it makes me so horny when you nurse from me. Please eat my pussy!”
Wyatt obliged. If he cared that my pussy was a mess of his come, he didn’t show it. Wyatt traced the tip of his tongue over my slit before dipping inside, lapping up both of our essences for a moment before licking his way up to where I desperately needed him.
His lips circled my clit, sucking on the little nub with as much pressure as he’d used on my nipple. I bucked up against his face, begging for more pressure, more intensity. The tip of his tongue pressed against that little bundle of nerves and I was coming, soaking his face with my arousal.
When Wyatt sat back a moment later, he wore a cocky grin on his lips. "I think we might have to put that maternity leave off for another week if you don't mind." His eyes lingered on my bared breasts and swollen belly with never-ending lust. “I just don’t know how I’ll get through the day without being able to fuck you on this desk!”
I pushed myself upward as gracefully as I could manage with the mound of my belly between us and kissed Wyatt, tasting the flavor of both of us all over him lips. “I couldn’t agree more,” I said, nipping his lips as I felt his cock stirring again against my inner thigh.
“Ready for another round, Cora?”
“Always, Mr. Cole!”
About to Pop!
by
Freya Kane
Homewrecker. That’s the word they use for girls like me.
The home was already wrecked long before I made my move th
ough.
My best friend was four years older than me, and she married Alton when she was halfway through her freshman year of college, and, at least at first, it really seemed like he had finally made her mend her cheating ways. You see, Lucy always seemed to get bored with relationships within a few months. And when she got bored, she’d be off searching for a new dick to climb on. She had left a trail of broken hearts through high school and into college before meeting Alton.
Alton was the first one that lasted, and when you got a look at him, it’s easy to see why. Tall and buff, with bright blue eyes and sandy blond hair, he looked like an underwear model. And if the moans I heard coming from their room were any indication, his dick was pretty amazing too.
