He picked up the pace of his fingers and rocked on his hand, reading to take all of him in. "I'm ready, Daddy. I want you to be my first."

  He poured a generous puddle of lube into his hand and stroked his cock until the slippery lube coated him fully. The head of his cock slipped past that first ring of muscles and he pushed forward, slowly and steadily until he bottomed out inside me.

  “Look up, baby,” he said. I had forgotten the wide mirror hanging across from the bed. “Look how amazing you look riding my cock.” Bryce leaned back, pulling me deeper onto his cock as he leisurely thrust into my ass. “I’ve never felt anything as tight as you are, Mara. I want you to watch everything I do to you. Don’t close your eyes.”

  I stared at the image of myself in the mirror, spread eagle and speared on his dick. My face was flushed with the heat and my lips were swollen and bruised from sucking Bryce off earlier. The flush on my face traveled down my body, across my pink nipples and down lower to my cunt, red and dripping.

  Bryce kept on hand on my hips, steadying me as each lazy thrust rocked me forward. Tortuously slowly his hand drifted lower until he was pressing against my aching clit. "Yes," I hissed, as he increased the pace.

  His thrusts were growing erratic and I could tell he was getting close. “Are you going to come for me baby?” he asked, his fingers lightly caressing my clit.

  "Yes, Daddy!" I cried, as his fingers pressed down hard against my clit, pushing me over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. My eyes were half closed from the ecstasy, but I still stared at his face as he tumbled over the edge with me. Beyond the look of bliss that comes with a truly fantastic orgasm a small smile crossed his lips.

  I knew exactly what it was. Everyone likes having a secret, and this was ours. We would go out into the world and be my father’s best friend and I would be the bossy college girl he hardly knew and then he would come home and fuck me into whatever flat surface was handy.

  After all, I was still a Daddy’s girl!

  The endless amounts of come that Bryce filled me up with didn't take long to take root. I had started feeling sick in the mornings and a few weeks after that I noticed that my breasts were looking larger. There was no doubting it anymore. All that hot come Bryce had put inside me had gotten me pregnant.

  I decided not to tell Bryce at first. He’d gotten a promotion at the fire station, and it had come with the requirement that he fly across the country and help train a whole new station of guys for two months. I was sad that he was leaving, but thanks to the wonders of phone sex, I was still able to keep him very interested.

  Two months turned into four, and we were both annoyed at being kept apart for so long. I was six months pregnant by now and Bryce still had no idea. When I sent him nudes I generally stuck with sending him photos or videos of my playing with my pussy instead of full body shots.

  The hormones made me endlessly horny though. I’d already burned through my old vibrator, and my new one still wasn’t enough to really satisfy me.

  I decided enough was enough and booked a plane ticket to see Bryce.

  ***

  My panties were soaked through before I even got off the plane. I took a cab to the apartment the fire station had set Bryce up with. I stood outside his door, nervous and excited and incredibly aroused.

  I wore a skintight dress that showed off every curve, especially my big round belly. I hadn’t bothered with a bra and my nipples were hard as bullets and clearly visible through the slightly sheer top of the dress. Between my legs, my panties were drenched.

  I knocked.

  “Just a minute!” I heard Bryce’s muffled reply through the door. When he opened it up and saw me his face lit up. Then he noticed my belly and his jaw dropped in shock. “You’re pregnant?”

  I smiled. “I am.”

  Bryce ushered me inside, and I was feeling pleased that he couldn't seem to stop staring at me. I was even more pleased when I noticed how tight the front of his pants was looking.

  “You’re getting hard,” I said needlessly.

  "You've always made me hard, Mara," he replied, pushing one of the straps of my dress off my shoulder and letting my bare breast spill out. "But you look so fucking hot right now that it's everything I can do to not come in my pants just from looking at you." His fingers squeezed my swollen nipple and I heard his breath catch when a drop of milk escaped it. On my other side, a dark wet spot appeared over my other nipple.

  “Can I?” he asked.

  “Of course, Daddy,” I purred. I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of the pleasure when Bryce’s lips wrapped around my nipple and started sucking. Pleasure spiraled through me from my nipples to my sopping wet pussy and my knees buckled as I came, dragging both of us to the floor.

  Once we were sprawled out on the floor, Bryce tugged my skirt up. He chuckled when he saw that my panties were completely soaked and that my juices had overflowed, leaving me slick halfway down my thighs.

  “I have to fuck you right now,” he growled, yanking his pants open so fast he had to have broken his zipper.

  “Yes!” I moaned. Taking my panties off would have even taken too long. Bryce gripped the wet lace and tore it down the middle, baring my hungry pussy to has gaze. Taking his cock in his hand, he slammed inside me.

  It only took a few thrusts before I was sobbing in pleasure for a second time. Bryce’s delicious cock hit all the spots that my fingers and my vibrator could never reach. My pussy squeezed and clenched his erection, and I knew Bryce had to be close to coming himself, but he held off.

  Instead, he brought his hand between my legs, finding my swollen clit and rolling it between his fingers, the extra pressure sending me spiraling into orgasm number three.

  I was still writhing in the last aftershocks of pleasure underneath him when Bryce pulled out. “Pull down your top,” he said, his voice tight as he gripped his erection.

  Knowing exactly what he wanted, I eagerly pulled down the front of my dress, baring my engorged breasts to his gaze. An instant later, the first splash of Bryce’s come hit my nipple, and I brought my hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit as he painted me with stripe after stripe of that delicious, creamy come.

  ***

  Bryce and I barely left the room for the next three days, and I spent nearly all of the time naked. He couldn't get enough of my body, and we both lost count of how many times he made me come.

  When the weekend was over and it was time to go home, Bryce came with me. After all, we had a lot to get ready for in the next few months!

  Belly for the Boss

  by

  Freya Kane

  I’d always loved crowds. There was something about hundreds of people, crushed together in a small space, that felt so intimate to me. All those lives with all those stories to tell, all of those bodies pressed up against each other, all those eyes watching me.

  I spent my young life searching for a spotlight, fighting for the lead in every play, the solo in every concert. I wanted those hundreds of eyes riveted to me. Little did I know there were easier ways.

  ***

  I was working in as a paralegal in a law firm in the city. The pay was decent but the work was mind-numbing. Every day, I would eat my deli club sandwich and stare out those windows. The glass was floor to ceiling and polished to almost invisibility. This high up in the building, standing close to the window was almost like flying.

  Across the street was a high-rise apartment building. In daylight hours the windows where gray mirrors, reflecting nothing more interesting than the flight patterns of pigeons. When night came around, however, the building was alive.

  Bright lights showed the occupants in stark outlines, and I spent as much time staring at our neighbors across the narrow street as I did filing once dusk fell. I watched arguments, domesticity, and some truly vigorous sex. A pretty brunette with fantastic tits spent the better part of an hour being pounded from behind by one of the eighth-floor tenants. Her round, tanned tits were pressed against the glass as he rammed into her, and her face was a mask of pleasure.

  “Gloria?”

  "Yes, Mr. Grant!” I jumped up, shifting my body to block the view through the window as my very handsome boss walked in. “I have the filing almost done for you, sir.”

  “That’s fine,” he said. “You can leave for the day.” A concerned look crossed his soft blue eyes. “Are you feeling all right? You look a little flushed.”

  I covered a giggle with a cough as I realized just why I looked so flushed. My nipples were tight inside my conservative navy button down, and I could feel a tell-tale slickness in my panties that indicated the only thing I was coming down with was a case of horniness. “It’s just a bit stuffy in here,” I replied, “But thank you for the concern.”

  He smiled, and I noticed he had a dimple in his cheek that was so perfect I wanted to lick it. “I can’t have my best worker coming down with the office plague. Have a good night, Gloria.” His eyes drifted to the window and widened slightly. In that moment I was sure I was caught, but all he did was chuckle softly and walk away.

  ***

  I spent the rest of the evening wondering what Mr. Grant had thought of the view through that window. The youngest partner at the firm, Mr. Grant was incredibly sexy. His hair was thick and black and wavy, the type of hair that any woman would want to spend her nights running her fingers through. His eyes were deep blue, the kind that only seems to exist in movies or ads for LASIK. Under all those pin-striped suits that he wore so very well were muscles from countless hours at the company gym lifting weights. Not that I had stalked him or anything. His secretary just had the kindness to snap a few camera-phone shots when she was letting him know his lunch meeting was canceled.

  He even smelled fantastic. Whatever cologne he wore had just enough of a hint of pine that it made me think of Christmas and exactly which package I would like to have waiting under the tree.

  Beyond all that, he was nice. If he needed something rushed, he thanked us for putting in the extra work. He ordered cupcakes on people's birthdays, and never forgot to sign a card. In a field that tended to be far too much of a cocky boy's club, Mr. Grant was a breath of fresh air.

  Sexy, sexy air.

  I was back in that cubicle by the window, waiting for the sun to set and give me a little bit of entertainment. On Friday afternoons my coworkers started dropping like flies after lunch, slipping out to any appointment that was a convenient enough excuse to get the weekend started early. By the time the sun went down, I was alone in the office, the last lawyer having closed the door half an hour ago.

  A floor up from the couple I had watched yesterday was a man standing by the window, a glass in his hand. The light behind him was dim, so I could only see his silhouette, but I knew the bright office lights showed me to him clearly as I walked to the window.

  Slowly I unfastened the buttons of the crisp white shirt I wore. Each button opened and revealed a bit more of the creamy flesh of my chest. When the last button opened I dropped the shirt to the floor. Now my attention went to the zipper on my skirt. The pencil skirt hugged the curves of my ass in all the right places. Inch by tantalizing inch, the zipper slipped down until I could slide the skirt over my hips.

  Stripped down to a cream colored bra and a bright red thong, I dared a glance at my mystery man. He had put the drink down and he was intently watching my every move. I turned my back to him, slipping the bra straps off my shoulders in a brief tease before unfastening it and tossing it onto the ground.

  I yanked out the hairpin that was holding my hair up and let the red waves fall down before I turned around, tossing my hair with the vigor of a shampoo commercial. I caressed my hands across my breasts, pinching my nipples and hoping he could tell how turned on I was, even across the distance. My juices were soaking the red lace of the thong and I wanted very much to show him how much I was enjoying this session.

  My right hand strayed from my breast to dip lower, sliding inside my panties. Across the street, the mystery man had unfastened his pants and I could see his cock was in his hand. He had turned on a lamp while I was occupied with undressing but he was still far enough away from it that his face was hidden in the shadows.

  My fingers twisted on my clit, slick with want, and I watching him pump his cock in time with my movements. Wanting to show him everything, I pushed the thong down and stepped out of the scrap of fabric and leaned against the window. I slide two fingers inside of my dripping pussy and started slowly rocking my hips against them, wishing that mystery man was behind me, pounding his cock into my pussy right in front of this window.

  Across the street, my companion was obviously enjoying my show. His hand flew up and down the shaft of his thick cock. I stared out at all those lit up windows and tried to imagine how many people might be looking down and seeing what I was doing and my orgasm slammed into me, tremors shaking my body. In the other building, he reached his climax too and left a streak of white semen on the pristine glass.

  He sank down to the floor, boneless with pleasure and the light from the lamp finally reached his face.

  It was Mr. Grant.

  ***

  I almost didn’t come back to work Monday. Last night, I had stared at him with shock for a long minute before throwing my clothes on and sprinting from the room. I was certain I’d be fired, but what choice did I have? The night still felt like a dream, so part of me was still convinced that he would act like everything was normal.

  For most of the day, I was right. We crossed paths throughout the day, and our interactions were no more intimate than a nod and a brief hello. I was starting to doubt if the man across the street had actually been Mr. Grant. It had been dark, after all. He was across the street. He probably had the same haircut and looked a bit like him, and my lust-addled brain had filled in the rest. That made much more sense.

  I grabbed my purse and was almost out the door, feeling like I had dodged a bullet when--

  “Gloria? Can I have a word with you in my office?”

  I froze. It had been him.

  Feeling like a guilty teenager on my way to the principal’s office, I walked to his office, closing the door behind me without being prompted.

  He had two dark brown leather chairs in front of his desk. I perched myself on one and sat stiffly, preparing myself for what was coming.

  “So,” he began, “you like to be watched.”

  That was not what I was expecting.

  I looked up to see him leaning against his desk, blue eyes twinkling with an amusement that drained the coiled tension out of me.

  My lips curled into a smile. “I do. I don’t think I’m the only one.”

  He laughed. “You most definitely are not.”

  This was the first time I had been in his office for a longer time than it took to drop off a file. It was on the corner and two entire walls were made of glass. At night it would be like being inside a fishbowl.

  Suddenly I was very very wet.

  “You noticed the walls huh?” Mr. Grant asked, standing up and walking to the wall behind his desk. “The view is amazing, and it feels so free and open. I’m not going to lie, the first time I walked into this room I thought about how amazing it would be to fuck someone against that glass wall.”

  I whimpered softly at the image that flowed from my mind to that spot right between my thighs.

  “When I saw you watching that couple fucking across the street, I thought I was right about you.” He turned back to me. “You weren’t just watching them because they were having sex. You were watching them because they were being public about it and they knew it.”

  “It’s getting a bit dark in here, Mr. Grant,” I said softly. “Would you like me to turn on the light?”

  He groaned, and I could see the bulge straining against his zipper. “I’d like that quite a bit Gloria. And you can call me Jim.”

  “I like Mr. Grant.”

  I flicked on the light switch and the bright overhead lights lit up the room. We would stand out like a beacon in the dark building. Not interested in bothering with a slow tease tonight, I pulled the simple emerald shirt-dress over my head, leaving me clad only in a gold bra and thong. The bra quickly joined the dress on the floor and I moved towards him, wearing nothing but a tiny scrap of lace.

  I leaned against the wall as Mr. Grant dropped to his knees in front of me. He hooked his fingers over my panties and dragged them to the floor, not giving me time to step out of them before his mouth descended on my pussy. He painstaking traced his tongue over every fold, licking and sucking on every inch of my flesh before dipping his tongue inside. That tongue that charmed courtrooms was quickly turning my legs to jello and I clung to his shoulders as he drew back just enough to focus his attention on my clit.

 

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