Mikaela knocked on the door and stepped back. When Kyle looked through the peep hole, she wanted him to see the long coat she had thrown on to protect her body from the chill during the walk to his apartment. The coat hung loosely from her body revealing little of her curves, perfect to tease him and invite his mind to wonder how much—or how little—clothing waited underneath. He wouldn’t have to wait long, however. Patience wasn’t Mikaela’s strong suit.
The soft thudding of footsteps presaged the twisting of the doorknob. Kyle opened the door and stood there looking at her. He had changed attire as well. Gone was the button-up shirt of the workday, replaced now by a tight Black Sabbath tee. Instead of khakis, he wore black jeans; the fabric clung to his legs, accentuating his calves and thighs (to Mikaela’s delight). She noticed the revealing bump between his thighs too.
“Good evening,” said Kyle. He smiled crookedly.
“Hello there,” said Mikaela. She leaned against the wall opposite Kyle’s door. Her hands pulled open the coat, revealing her buxom figure clad in a shrunken low-cut tank top and boy shorts. “Are you going to invite me in? It’s cold out here, if you couldn’t tell.” She thrust out her chest. Chilled by the night air, her nipples cut distinct shapes in the fabric of her top.
“Come inside?” said Kyle.
“You already did.” Mikaela smiled back. “I’m kidding, and thank you.” She squeezed into the apartment between Kyle and the doorframe. Her ass brushed against his hip as she entered. He let his hand fall to rest on her curves as she walked past. To her surprise, Kyle extended his arm, preventing Mikaela from passing him. He stepped closer. His body pressed hers against the coat closet as he shut the door.
Mikaela’s body shivered and her teeth chattered in anticipation as Kyle pressed her against the entryway. He slid his hands underneath her coat, wrapping his fingers around her love handles. She looked up into his eyes, shivering and hungry. “Are you going to fuck me again, Daddy? Make me your little whore one more time, please.”
Kyle shushed her and slipped a hand behind her neck grasping gently but firmly. His other hand pulled something from his pocket. He held a ball gag to Mikaela’s lips, pulling her head toward it. “We’re not on the clock any more,” he said. “I’m not your subordinate. You’re not my boss. I don’t listen to you. Right now you’re just a cumslut who came to my apartment begging for cock. You told me what you wanted earlier and you got it. It’s my turn.” He pressed the cold sphere between her grateful lips.
Mikaela closed her eyes. She felt his hands carefully lift her hair over the gag’s tie which he pulled tight, sealing the toy in her mouth. Breathing became more challenging, but still she managed through her nose. Already her mouth filled with water, salivating over the object obstructing her voice.
A hand slipped under the band of Mikaela’s shorts, spread her lips, and slipped something small and hard between them. With his middle finger, Kyle pushed it deep inside. Mikaela moaned, her loins catching fire. As his fingers retreated, they brushed against her clit. She felt warm, and already her wetness trickled into the fabric of her garments.
“Now,” said Kyle, “we can have that bottle of wine.” After hanging up her coat, he took Mikaela by the hand, led her to the dining room, and pulled out a chair for her to sit in. His hands took her by the shoulders and firmly guided her into position. Before pushing the chair in beneath her, Kyle ran his hand down her arm, her side, and then along the curve of her rear. His fingers reached between her cheeks, rubbing the sensitive flesh of her ass firmly. Round and round in circles he touched her. Mikaela placed her hands on the table and arched her back, easing his access. His hand migrated. She felt strong fingers pressing against her vulva, pressing between her slit.
“Oh, you’re getting nice and wet for me aren’t you?” said Kyle.
Mikaela mumbled something in response, a mixture of vowels and whimpers.
“That’s okay, you don’t have to answer me verbally. Your body is telling me everything I wanted to know.” Kyle slid his fingers back up Mikaela’s ass and gave her a smack before removing his hand. He pushed the chair forward. She collapsed into it, spreading her legs and leaning her head back. Drool dripped down her chin, landing in big sticky droplets on her ample bosom.
Kyle took the seat across from her and poured a tall glass of cabernet. He swirled it, held his nose over the cup. As he did so, his other hand came up and rested on the table top. Mikaela could see something wrapped between his fingers, some kind of remote.
With an audible click from Kyle’s hand, waves of pleasure radiated inside of Mikaela. She clapped her legs shut, muscles clenching as the vibrator inside her body increased in intensity. Her head came forward and rested on her crossed arms over the table.
“Oops,” said Kyle, “too much, I think. Sorry about that.” Another click. The humming between Mikaela’s legs slackened, slowed in frequency and grew weaker. He sipped from his glass, suppressing a smile. She grunted and sighed.
Mikaela fell back in the chair, tits rising and falling with her heaving chest, her saliva trailing down from her mouth and dripping between her large breasts. “Mmph,” she moaned. Staring up at the ceiling, she reached up and took her tits in her hands, squeezing and massaging her nipples. She grabbed them so hard that it hurt, but that only made her more wet, hungrier for Kyle’s filling shaft.
“You look thirsty,” said Kyle. He stood and brought the bottle of wine around the table to her. He perched on the table’s edge and pulled the gag from Mikaela’s mouth. She sighed with relief, gulping in air as a stream of saliva poured down her chin and tank top.
Kyle could see the dark impression of her areola on one side where the top had dampened. He put his fingers in her hair and gently tipped her head back. “Bottoms up,” he said, pouring wine straight from the bottle into Mikaela’s open mouth. She struggled to get as much of it down as she could. Each swallow rushed past her tongue, but she could still taste the flavors, the fruits and spices in the bouquet. She couldn’t drink it all, though Kyle wasn’t pouring it as fast as he could have. Every time she closed her lips to swallow, streams of the warm red liquid rolled down her chest, darkening her clothes. The wine streamed down her stomach and into her shorts, soaking them even more.
The last few drops rolled out. Mikaela smiled and panted. The wine warmed her belly. “Oh,” she moaned. “Thank you, Daddy- “
Kyle interrupted her with his thumb, roughly rubbing it around her lips in a circle. He lifted his coated thumb to his mouth and sucked the wine off. Mikaela smiled as he pushed the gag back into her mouth.
— —
“I told you,” said Kyle, “no talking. I’m really sorry, but . . . I have to punish you now. Get on your knees.”
Mikaela blushed. She liked Kyle like this. It seemed so out of character for him, he had always been so mild-mannered in the office. Perfectly accommodating, patient with even the most disruptive guests. She could never have guessed that this side of him shared a body with the sweetheart from work. Pushing her chair back from the table, she grew conscious of the sheen of sweat covering her thighs. Mikaela stood in front of Kyle and lowered herself to her knees, her face just inches from the bulge in his pants. She heard two clicks.
Mikaela fell forward, her face pressed against the hard shape in Kyle’s pants. The vibrator renewed its assault on her senses. The first click changed the pattern, catching her off guard. The second click intensified the power. She felt as if her whole lower body were shaking, the earth quaking out from under her. Her balance totally lost, Mikaela desperately reached up for something—anything—to grab onto. Her fingers closed on Kyle’s testicles, squeezing hard. He moaned, pushing his hips forward involuntarily.
“Fuck,” said Kyle. “Let go of me and stand up.”
Instead, Mikaela nuzzled against his body. Her fingers slid up to the outline of his hard shaft. She kneaded it, stroking through the fabric, and pressed her face against his hips.
Kyle grunted and pulled his body away from her, gently, firmly. “I said get up.”
This time, Mikaela did as she was told. She rose, but was unsteady on her feet. Her body wobbled slowly.
“I meant,” said Kyle, “get on your knees in the chair. Lean over the back.”
Mikaela walked over as instructed. She could feel Kyle’s eyes watching the pert bounce of her ass with each step. She held onto the chair and climbed into the seat on her knees. Her thighs clenched together, accentuating the sensations of the vibrator within. She leaned forward and let her heavy breasts hang over the chair back. If he walked around to this side, she wanted to use the chair to push her tits up and out of the top. Earlier that day, Kyle had made it very clear just how much he admired her cleavage. “Boy,” she thought, “will he be in for a show with me in this tank.” Just in case that wasn’t in the cards, she thrust her booty out, aware of her shorts stretching taught against her round bottom. The fabric dug into her mound. She felt sure that Kyle could see the details of her sex plainly, as well as the growing wet spot between her thighs. Whether that was more from herself or from the spilled wine, she wasn’t sure. Maybe he would let her know if he tasted her.
Kyle walked over, taking another drink from his glass. “There, that’s better,” he said. “I love seeing your ass like this. If I’m being honest, I watch you walk past my desk every day, taking bets with myself about whether or not you have any panties on underneath. I would have pulled them aside later tonight if you had worn any, but I must say, I’m really not that disappointed. Why didn’t you wear any underwear, darling?”
“Mmm,” she grunted through the gag, arching her back, flourishing her ass.
“Bad of you to just assume I would fuck you again,” he said. “I don’t want you to think I’m that easy. To do something so slutty- ”
Mikaela felt his hand running along the curve of her bottom.
“You really do need correction.”
She rocked forward with the impact of his hand. Her right cheek felt like it was on fire. “MMM!” she exclaimed. Her teeth came down hard on the gag. Stars sparkled across her vision. She hoped he would hit her again. “Please, spank me, Sir. Spank your dirty whore,” she said. All that came out was more grunting against the gag.
“Sorry,” said Kyle, “I’m afraid I didn’t catch much of that. Maybe if I try this again?”
Mikaela closed her eyes and whimpered with the next stroke. She leaned forward and pressed her chest against the chair back, her tits threatening to spill out of her clothes. When she opened her eyes again, Kyle stood in front of her, his eyes focused somewhere below her neck.
“That look in your eyes,” he said, “you look like you want to tackle me to the ground and bounce on my cock as fast as your little body can.”
She nodded, throwing another stream of drool, pink from the wine, onto her tits.
Kyle’s face changed, determined or angry, she wasn’t sure. “I don’t think I can resist those any more,” he said. “Bounce for me. Like my cock was underneath you. I want to watch those pop out of your shirt just from their own weight.”
She closed her eyes again. As she lifted up her body, she felt more than heard the click of the remote. The pattern changed. Bum-bum-BUM, hummed the vibrator again. And again. She clenched her thighs together, then the pleasure and sexual tension carried her away.
Mikaela spread her legs, lifted her body upright, and bounced on an imaginary dick like her life depended on it. She tossed her blonde curls about, throwing her hair back and away from her chest so as not to obstruct Kyle’s gaze. He watched as her tits jumped up and down. He could see her areoles now. She opened her eyes and found him stroking his bulge through the jeans. God, her cleavage really was his weakness. With the next bounce, she popped her chest out and arched her back dangerously. Her ass clapped with a smack. As good as Kyle imagined that her cheeks looked clapping together, his eyes focused entirely on her breasts exploding out of her tank top. She felt them slap together and then fall outside the fabric, their weight now rebounding freely against her chest.
Kyle melted and fell to his knees. Strong fingers grabbed her top by the shoulder straps and ripped them away. The straps now dangled uselessly around her elbows. She gasped as his mouth closed around her left breast, sucking and pulling her nipple, stretching it away from her body. The sound of the seal breaking as he tore his mouth away made her pussy gush. She felt his hands squeezing her hard.
He grunted when she ran her fingers through his hair. The gag fell to the floor. She had been so consumed by their intimacy that she hadn’t noticed his fingers undoing the tie behind her neck. His lips closed around hers. They kissed. Her tongue greedily met his, circling it just the way she wanted to lick the head of his cock. The taste and smell of the wine made her wild, made her intoxicated, made her crave his seed inside of her again. The vibrations inside her intensified further, making her thighs tense up, the muscles taut and rippling.
Mikaela heard a zipper coming undone.
— —
Kyle broke their kiss. Mikaela looked down to see his hard shaft throbbing just an inch from her mouth. She strained forward to welcome it with her lips, but Kyle held her back with a hand around her throat. He pushed her upper body upright, her big tits thrust out; they glistened from all the wine and drool that had escaped her mouth.
“Put your tits together,” said Kyle.
Mikaela did as she was told.
He thrust his thick, veiny cock into the valley between her fleshy mountains, their peaks now rigid and hard. His shaft slid easily between her tits, all that drool helping his cock glide swiftly, his tip peeking through and stretching up toward her mouth.
“I’m so close already,” said Kyle. “Spit on my cock you fucking slut. I’m going to cover your pretty face.”
Mikaela had hardly breathed since Kyle untied the gag. Now ounces of hot spit poured from her mouth and lathered Kyle’s cock. Her big beautiful eyes never broke from his. She looked up at him, lusty, lips parted suggestively. Her soft tits enfolded Kyle, his cock now swelling and so sensitive that her body felt burning hot to his touch. She felt his fingers grip her hair. He jerked her head down.
His enormous cock had turned a slight shade of red and now looked full to bursting. The head expanded, thicker than she had ever seen it. Her pussy quivered. She squeezed her tits together harder as the orgasm rocked her body. She thrust her hips forward and closed her mouth around the head of Kyle’s cock, giving one hard suck before breaking the seal with a loud POP. Her shorts felt absolutely soaked between her legs. Every muscle in her body pulled tight as a wire. The first hot splash of cum hit her lips. The second, larger rope passed inside her open mouth and stuck to the back of her throat. The rest of Kyle’s load covered her face. Five, six, seven, eight, nine more ropes left her cheeks, nose, lips, and eye lids dripping with hot sticky cum. She looked up at him and opened her eyes. She smiled daringly. His cock still throbbed, smaller ropes of his seed splashing onto her bosom.
Kyle reached behind her and cleared the table with his arm, silverware and glasses clattering and shattering to the hard wood floor. Mikaela felt his strong hands beneath her arms, lifting her and setting her body down on the table. He ripped her shorts off and hastily slipped his fingers inside her, pulling out the vibrator. He thrust his hips forward, his cock now resting above her stomach, still throbbing, thick drops of cum dripping onto her tight abs and her breasts. He bent down and took her tits in his hands, sucking, licking, kissing her hard nipples. They were so sensitive now that she felt on the verge of another spine-bending orgasm.
His thick cock took her by surprise as it spread her soaked pussy.
“FUCK,” said Mikaela. She could feel his length filling and stretching her. Her pussy clenched tight around him. He throbbed within her as he began thrusting. (She could tell from the sweet burning sensation that cum still leaked from his cock.) Mikaela wrapped her legs around his body, digging her heels into Kyle’s ass and pulling him closer, strengthening his thrusts and pulling his shaft deeper inside her eager flesh. She ran her fingers through his hair, but he took her wrists and pushed them above her head, pinning them to the cold wood of the table.
“Yes, fuck me, Daddy,” said Mikaela, “fuck your dirty little cumslut! Fuck me . . . I’m so close, Daddy. Can I cum for you, please, Sir?”
Mikaela felt a strong hand covering her mouth, turning her face sideways and pressing her wet, cum-smeared cheek into the table.
“Not yet,” said Kyle. “Not until my cum is dripping from every one of your holes.”
She fought hard, clinging desperately to control her body, nails digging into Kyle’s forearm which now held both of her hands against the table top. The muscles of Mikaela’s stomach and thighs felt ready to tighten and convulse, but the thought of Kyle’s displeasure should she orgasm now kept her urges at bay. She wanted his cum everywhere, not just on her face. She needed to be good.
That proved an even greater challenged when Kyle told Mikaela to put her ankles above his shoulders.
— —
Mikaela rubbed her clit furtively, her body begging for a climax forbidden by her young lover. Her eyes rolled up and her mouth hung open, issuing no sound now but swift grunts with Kyle’s every powerful thrust. She had moaned until she saw stars.
Kyle took an ankle in each hand and spread her legs wide. “Do you like that, you little bitch?” said Kyle.
Mikaela nodded weakly, her entire focus bent upon the task of denying orgasm. Still, her mind wandered. She knew that when she finally came, she wanted her pussy squeezing Kyle’s cock so hard that he had no choice but to spill his seed with every inch of his member buried inside her. He had said that he would not allow her to cum until all her holes were filled. His cum still dripped from her mouth and face. That left one other place still unattended if she wanted her slit to be his final stop.
“Kyle,” muttered Mikaela. She squeezed her walls around his cock and relished the quickening of his pace in response.
“Yes, baby?” said a near-breathless Kyle.
“Fill my ass first.” She could feel his cock swelling before she even finished her sentence. “Fuck my tight ass, baby.”
Overcome with lust and close to an orgasm of his own, Kyle pulled his cock from between Mikaela’s legs leaving her pussy feeling empty, though she could still almost sense his length advancing and retreating, spreading her. She watched him spit on his quivering shaft, spreading the saliva with his hand before he pressed himself between her cheeks. Breathless as she was, still she gasped as his girth pushed inside.
“You’re so fucking tight, Mikaela,” said Kyle. “I want to fill your tight little ass, baby.”
Mikaela took the initiative and rolled over, Kyle’s shaft still inside her. She lay on her stomach now with her feet planted firmly on the ground. Back bent and arms outstretch in front of her, Mikaela fucked Kyle back. Her ass slapped against his hips. “Let it happen, Sir.” She looked back over her shoulder, lips pouting. “I want it inside me. Please Daddy, I need it.”
His fingers dug into her hips. Kyle thrust desperately, Mikaela’s ass smacking loudly against his stomach. Grunting, his cock twitched. For the second time this evening, Mikaela felt warm cum filling her body. Kyle pulled back but left the tip inside, Mikaela’s ass gripping tight around the head of his pulsing cock.
Sweat poured down every curve of Mikaela’s body. She rested there, panting, one load drying on her face and another threatening to ooze out around the thick, warm plug in her ass. Kyle leaned forward, putting all his weight on her big ass where his hands nows held tight.
“Kyle,” said Mikaela. “Put it back in my cunt.”
— —
Kyle ran his forearm across his brow, mopping away the evidence of his exertion. He pulled out and stood with his cock twitching up and down between Mikaela’s legs. She could hear him gasping for breath. Turning to look over her shoulder again, she smiled to see him watching the cum drip from her ass down to her pretty pink lips. He stood admiring her aroused puffy pussy, dripping with a thick load. One strand hung down from her clit, ready to drop to the floor. Just in time, Mikaela reached between her legs and pushed the thick white liquid inside her dripping entrance. “Kyle,” she said sweetly, “what if you didn’t get me pregnant earlier? Give me more, Daddy. Don’t you want your next load inside me?”
Mikaela teased her clit. She felt ravenous for Kyle’s body. Sweat glistened on his heaving chest. His abs tightened, sharply defined underneath his skin with every breath. He stroked his cock. It was still hard, shiny with her juices, wrapped by rings of his cum. She lifted one foot off of the ground and press her heel into Kyle’s lower back, pulling him close.
Mikaela pressed her face against the table as his cock spread her lips.
Kyle slapped her ass half-heartedly and gripped her hips weakly. She had outlasted him, worn him out. He had put on a good show, but now he was putty in her hands all over again. Slowly, she grinded against his stomach and hips.
“Do you want to fill me, baby?” said Mikaela
“Yes . . .” said Kyle.
“You want your cum dripping from my pussy, too?”
“Yes, please make me cum, Mikaela.”
“Do you want me walking around the office with my big pregnant belly out?”
“Fuck yes, Mikaela, I- “
“Are you going to kiss, massage, and suck on my tits when they’re swollen because of you?”
“I will, I promise I fucking- “
“Tell me I can cum, Sir, then I’ll milk your fat fucking cock until you make me a mommy.”
Kyle pressed forward, leaning over her ass with his hands spread on each of her cheeks, holding his body up with hers. “Cum for me, slut.”
Mikaela reached between her legs again. She eagerly rubbed her clit, grinding into her hand while Kyle’s cock slid in and out of her entrance. Her pussy gripped him tightly, his long, thick cock nearly turning her vagina inside out. Pressure built in her thighs and lower stomach until . . .
Kyle moaned as Mikaela climaxed, her pussy squeezing like a vice around his shaft. She fucked him eagerly as she whimpered and moaned, pulling rope after rope of cum from his tingling cock. He fell forward, his hand grabbing a handful of her hair and pressing her face against the table.
“Fuck,” moaned Kyle breathlessly. He lay there on top of her, both of their chests heaving.
Mikaela felt his cock throbbing, its pace slowing. The cum dripping from her ass down to his shaft tickled between her bright red cheeks. The feeling of his seed inside her made her pussy feel alive with electricity. She bent her arm and reached back to grab a handful of Kyle’s hair appreciatively. “Did I wear you out, Daddy?”
“Yes,” said Kyle, “but that felt so good. I could fall asleep right here, just like this.”
“You really could, you know. I told my husband that I had to leave town on short notice for work. I’m not expected back tonight.”
“Oh? Is that so? If you have more planned for tonight, I think I’ll need a bit of a breather first.”
Mikaela smiled. “That’s okay. Why don’t we take a shower and then slip into your bed? Be sweet to me, clean me up. Then I want your arms wrapped around me tonight while your cum drips down my thighs.”
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