Baby Batter

by Alexis Angel

  “Well…” she begins with a sly grin. “I’m hoping it’s some of the lingerie from my most recent designs.”

  “They’re all ready to ship out.” I nod.

  She doesn’t say a word, but she walks over to the box and picks it up. “It’s light,” she observes.

  “Yeah, it just has fucking bras and panties in it.” I laugh. “Not much weight there.”

  “Hmm.” Piper stares at the box reflectively. “I know what I’m going to do.”

  “I hope it entails us fucking on my desk. You see, I’m not a prude about where I do the deed.”

  “Hey!” Piper spins around and pretends to take offense at my comment, although I fucking know better.

  “Well, at least you know you won’t ever have any problem getting me to fuck you and squirt you with my baby batter juice.” I wink.

  “You have a good point there.” Piper points a finger at me as if I’m on to something she approves of, finally.

  The girl is hard to please, but fuck, she’s sexy, so I don’t even fucking care right now if she’s high maintenance.

  She pulls a few various panty and bra sets out of the box and rubs her hands over their soft, smooth surfaces.

  “That one is nice.” I point to a lacy thong and matching bra.

  “I know, I’m the designer,” she drones sarcastically and sticks her tongue out at me.

  “Why don’t you put it on for me then?” I say as if I’m stating the obvious. “There’s only one way to get that baby cream out of my ball sack.”

  “Oh my god.” she rolls her eyes.

  “You know it’s true,” I say and walk toward her.

  I place my hands on her shoulders and rub them gently. I can feel her relax, and she moves her neck to the side.

  “That feels incredible,” she says.

  “You’re really stiff.” I note the knots in her neck.

  “Yeah, well, owning my own business is fucking hard as shit,” she says.

  “You’re preaching to the choir,” I say and lean in to plant a soft kiss on her neck.

  Her skin prickles with chill bumps in response. “I shouldn’t be surprised that you are the king of getting women into bed,” she notes.

  That stings a little, but I pretend it doesn’t bother me. “You’re the one who wants the baby with me,” I remind her.

  “That’s true,” she says and spins around, her eyes shooting volts of pleasure right through me.

  “So what are we going to do?” I raise an eyebrow and speak at a low, slow pace.

  Piper bites her lip as if she’s contemplating her next sizable move. “I’m going to try this red bra and panty set on for you,” she says.

  My cheeks flush and my heart goes wild in my chest. My stomach flips with excitement.

  “Great,” I say and lean against the desk, grinning from ear to ear. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  Piper begins to dance around the room, even though there’s no music. The erotic charge in the room could be sliced with a fucking knife.

  My hard-on is so massive I feel like it might explode and rip my pants wide open. The tingle in my cock is getting me through the moment, and I only have eyes for the fucking beautiful woman that is Piper, dancing in front of me.

  “Damn, girl, you have some sexy moves,” I say as she winds her body down as if she’s pretending to strut down a stripper pole.

  “Thanks,” she breathes out with a soft sigh as she lifts the hair off her neck.

  One by one, she slowly and delicately unfastens each button from her blouse. She’s working at a deliberately unhurried pace just to make me crazy, and its fucking working.

  “I’m getting really wet for you,” she whispers.

  I point to my crotch. “Hello? Have you seen my enormous cock just ready to be let loose?”

  She giggles seductively and moves closer to me. She swings off the shirt, and in one fell swoop she removes the bra too.

  “Holy shit,” I say and try to not fucking gawk at her hotness.

  “You like what you see?” Her laugh tickles my insides.

  “Fuck yes. Give me more, sexy girl,” I egg her on.

  She removes her skirt and, with excruciating slowness, wiggles out of her panties.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to fucking come right now,” I tease.

  “Not yet,” she lectures. “I need you. I’m getting so wet just picturing you exploding your hot cum inside my pussy, making me drip with your juices.”

  “That’s one way to put it,” I say and swallow hard.

  This girl is fucking flooring me, and I need to dip my cock into her warm, wet pussy immediately.

  “I can’t wait to get knocked up.” She giggles again as if she’s drunk on the erotic moment.

  “Then get over here, baby,” I say and pull her close.

  16

  Piper

  Have you ever been picked up before?

  I mean like, as an adult. As a grown-ass, boobs and ass and hips and thighs, red-blooded woman.

  Not like a little tiny lift. Not a half-assed up-and-down, so quick that you barely realize you've left your tippy toes.

  I'm talking a full-frontal, off the floor, up in the air lift. Literally swept off your feet. The kind you only ever see in, I don't know…romantic comedies? Maybe even on certain types of porn. Not the kind that happens in real, honest-to-fucking-god actual life.

  Because that's what Zane does next. Hoists me up to his level so he can kiss my wet little mouth like I weigh less than air and doesn't put me back down. My naked legs wrap around his waist and Bob's your uncle. We're practically fairy tale fucking already.

  It feels fucking good, being off your feet like that. Like your weight is so insignificant that he could hold you like that all night long if he wanted. And knowing Zane? He fucking might.

  But it also tells me that those pretty-boy muscles of his aren't just for show (although, let's be real. They're pretty damn nice to look at, too). Whatever he's doing at the gym, it's working for him in ways that blow my fucking mind.

  Okay, maybe I'm a little too into this whole crazy-cocaine-monkey-sex thing, but look. I can't name a man in the last ten years who has looked at me and thought, You know what? I'm picking this ho up and placing her right back down on the D-train.

  And as he slams my back against the wall, that's exactly what he does.

  This isn't hip thrusting. It's not oh baby, oh baby bumping and grinding.

  This is Zane literally putting those big, thick, well-muscled arms of his to use. Masturbating his cock with my cunt like I'm some kind of sex toy. And if that's the case, then I'm one lucky fucking blow-up doll.

  My mouth is even shaped like one while he lifts and drops my body up and down the shaft of his huge fucking cock. My lower lip has fallen open, pouting my mouth into a pretty, perfect O.

  Which, speaking of O’s—

  "Zane, baby," I breathe in between desperate gasps of pleasure. "I'm gonna—"

  "No, you're fucking not." He grabs my ass cheeks tight and spreads them while he uses my pussy like a goddamn fleshlight. "I know exactly how easy you are for me now, Piper. Which is why you're going to fucking hold it out. Don't come until I say."

  "If you—keep fucking—me like—this," I pant, because if you think Zane has chosen to give me a breather during this orgasm embargo, you're dead wrong. "I'm not—gonna have—a choice."

  "Then I'll punish you," he says, pressing me harder against the wall as he buries his face in my neck.

  Zane's kisses are hot, wet and sharp with teeth. He kisses like he's hungry, and I'm fucking thrilled that it's my body he's feasting on.

  He switches to hard thrusts as my cunt clenches tighter around his huge, thick rod. Now he's literally fucking me against the wall. If he thrusts any harder, he's going to be fucking me right through that wall, and then whatever poor sap has the office next to his is just going to have to watch while we keep going at it in a pile of drywall and insulation on his fucking floor.


  Already, all of Zane's framed awards and accolations, his newspaper articles and his business degrees are banging against the wall with every thrust. Every time he slams into me, I become more and more certain that we're going to knock them all down. They'll crash to the floor, the glass shattering on impact.

  That would serve Zane right. After all, thanks to his huge loads of cum and his preference for unleashing them all over my fucking desk, my own cleaning staff have had their work cut out for them. I'm going to end up paying out a fortune in apology bonuses this month already. It's only right that Zane should have to do the same to whatever poor bastard cleans his office.

  But as much as I want to see those award certificates crash to the ground, in a way, they turn me on all the more. It really gets me going, knowing that Zane is so fucking successful. His father might have given him Tanner Manufacturing, but he’s the one who's really made it shine.

  These certificates might just be pieces of paper, but they're pieces of paper that every CEO in the country is chasing down every year like greyhounds at a race track.

  And every year, he wins them all, just so he can hang them up in his office and fuck hot women up against them.

  I know that I'm not the first woman Zane has fucked in here. After all, this is Zane fucking Tanner we're talking about. The man has a reputation almost as long as the monster of a dick he's currently working deeper and deeper inside of me. If you laid them all down side by side, the list of the names of his sexual conquests could probably span the entire island of Manhattan.

  Twice.

  But even though that question has been swirling around in my head since I first asked it—one night stand, or fuckbuddy floozy?—the more I think about it, the more I realize that I don't fit into either category for him. Notoriously, he doesn't come inside his dates, for starters. And from the way his hips are moving against mine, I can tell that he's about to do exactly that so fucking soon I can almost taste it.

  "Zane—"

  "Shh, baby," he soothes me as I feel that orgasm bubbling to the surface and threatening to break. "Hold it in. Just a little longer. I want you to come with me, Piper."

  My breath shakes my whole body as I slowly release it, trying to prevent the inevitable while somehow staying sane.

  I'm not a one-night stand for Zane. That much should have been apparent when he signed that contract that slutty Piper whipped up, half drunk and horny and desperately in need of his giant-ass man meat as deep inside her as it would fit.

  Which ought to make me a fuckbuddy floozy, I guess. And I could live with that.

  But the way that Zane kisses me, growling the world, "NOW," against my lips, it doesn't feel like we’re fuckbuddies at all.

  We come together. Hips slamming into one another. Two dozen framed awards falling off the wall and crashing into the floor all at once. Glass shatters. Frames break. And Zane's hot, thick baby batter is coating my insides like Mount Vesuvius flooding Pompeii with lava. I burn for him as my pussy has a fucking seizure around his gorgeous, perfect length of man meat.

  We collapse, but not because Zane can't hold me. We've fucked to the point of exhaustion. Zane slides me down the wall, careful not to put me down on any of the shards of glass, while managing to stay inside me, hips twitching, his mouth full of kisses for me and me alone.

  "Goddamn, Piper," he laughs against my lips. "You're going to fucking drain me, you know that?"

  "That's the plan, isn't it? Leave those big, heavy balls of yours completely empty by the time I'm done with you."

  "For fuck's sake," he swears, pulling out. I'm quick to tip my hips up and put my hands over the cream-filled hole his cock has created. I don't want a single drop of Zane's cum to leak out.

  "At this rate, making this first baby’s going to take up so much of my cum, it'll be years before we can have a second."

  The look on his face is one of embarrassed horror as he realizes what he just said.

  "I didn't know we were going for two," I coo, unable to help myself. Zane has done so much teasing of me over the last several months that it's only fair I get him back when I have adequate ammunition. "But it's good to know that you're already thinking about renewing your contract."

  For a second, it looks like he’s going to argue with me over it. Say whatever dumb bullshit he has to in order to protect his manly playboy pride. I wouldn't have grudged him that, either. After all, Zane Tanner does have a notoriously bad boy reputation to uphold.

  "Who says we're stopping at two?" he says with an evil grin instead. His mouth dips to my nipples, worshiping my tits with his lips and tongue. "I don't know, Piper. I think I might enjoy knocking you up a little too much."

  "Oh?" I say, surprised. "Don't tell me that this is your kink now."

  "Maybe you're my kink," he sighs, his face buried between my tits. "Pumping you full of my seed until you give me a daughter is just one of the many, many benefits."

  For a moment, I almost believe him. After all, it's the sweetest kind of lie there is: the one you desperately, desperately want to believe in.

  But at the end of the day, Zane Tanner is still Zane Tanner. I might be more to him than just some fuckbuddy or some love 'em and leave 'em ho, but after this, we'll go back to our separate penthouses. We'll eat separate dinners and spend our separate nights alone.

  The difference is that Zane Tanner's baby will soon fill all my nights with light and joy. As for Zane, I guess he'll have the security of knowing that his job is safe and there's a woman in the city who's taking care of the heir to the manufacturing empire he and his father built.

  "Wait," I say with soft realization. My eyes narrow at him teasingly and I can't help but smile. "A daughter, huh?"

  He shrugs, helping me up.

  "Or a son. It doesn't matter. But you have to fucking admit...any kid of ours is going to be one gorgeous little bastard."

  "Don't call our daughter a bastard!" I laugh, holding my hands over the flat concave of my stomach in mock outrage.

  Bad move. It leaves all of Zane's cum dripping out of my pussy and rushing down my thigh.

  "At this rate, she won't be." He reaches around me and smacks my ass playfully. "Keep letting my cum leak out of your fuckhole like that and I'll have made an honest woman out you by the time we finally make her."

  "Too bad you'll never be an honest man," I counter as he draws me in for a kiss.

  "True," he admits.

  His fingers twine around my wrists, and suddenly, I'm spinning.

  When the world rights itself again, I'm face down, bent over his desk while Zane inspects me from behind.

  "Excuse you," I say, swatting at him.

  I can feel his breath, hot and humid, on my pussy lips as he lowers his mouth level with my cunt.

  "Bad girl, Piper. You let it all gush out of you." He smacks my ass again, which only sends even more of his cum rushing down my inner thigh. "This is your fault, baby. You're too tight."

  "Oh no," I say, propping myself up on his desk with my elbows and placing my chin in my hands. "What shall we do?"

  I wiggle my ass at him, and he smacks it again, a little harder this time.

  "For the moment," Zane says, settling on his knees behind me, "I think I'll just admire the view."

  His kisses tickle up and down the backs of my thighs. They leave me giggling with delight. Zane isn't the kind of man to linger after a fuck—which I distinctly recall, considering that he pretty much kicked me out of his limo and straight to the curb after our first time.

  It makes me feel like things are changing between us. Maybe. A little. Somehow.

  Or maybe this is just my dumb, half-drunken contract writing skills, working their baby-making magic. I guess that's the trade-off for holding our business deal over Zane's head like this. I'll never really know whether he's doing this all just to appease me, or if there's really something happening here.

  Either way, I guess, a girl can hope.

  And either way, it's not like I won
't be enjoying the benefits of our, ahem, "partnership" in the meantime.

  "Piper, honey," Zane purrs, nibbling at my ass cheeks. He spreads them wide for a better view, and I wiggle again indulgently. "I wish you could fucking see how sexy you look with my cum in your pussy like this."

  "They say a picture is worth a thousand words," I joke.

  "Oh yeah?" he says, rising.

  Which is when I realize it. Oh fuck. He thinks I'm serious.

  He rifles around in his jacket for a moment and then, sure enough, returns with his cell phone.

  "Zane," I level with him. "You fucking know I was joking—"

  "I'm sure you were," he chuckles. "But you ought to have a look at how goddamn fine your cunt looks when it's full of my batter, baby. Besides. I'd be a fool if I didn't take at least one little memento from all this. You get our daughter, I'll keep this."

  "I guess there's no way of proving it's me," I relent.

  Not that it matters. Zane’s already snapping his pic.

  "Look, Piper." He leans over my body, covering me up with his hard muscles and warm skin.

  He wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind, showing off the photo he's so keen on.

  There on the screen of his smart phone is my cunt. Pink, shiny with wetness, and drooling with cum. I look like a white chocolate lava cake with all that creamy white dripping out of me. Which, naturally, makes me lick my lips.

  Zane seems into it too. Very into it, in fact. Actually, he's so fucking into it that he's nearly into me.

  Uh-huh. Again already. Zane Tanner, ladies and gentlemen. The fastest recurring boner this side of the Mississippi.

  "No way," I say in disbelief.

  He straightens up and wedges the tip of his cock between my pussy lips, right at the source of the baby batter waterfall that he's turned my cunt into.

  "Sorry, Piper. Can't help myself." He eases his cock into me, nice and steady, and my pussy stretches to accommodate him once more. "I just like piping you full of my love cream too much, I guess."

  "Love cream, huh?" I giggle. "Let's not call it that."

  "No? Says the woman whose pick-up line is, 'let's bake a cake.'"