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  “I've wanted you for the longest time.”

  “Sh-shut up, Andre.” This day had been too much of a roller coaster for another mean trick or let down. “This is . . . this is...I mean...just stop it.”

  Moving away just slightly, hands still on her hips, he looked her straight in the eye.

  “I want you, Holly. I want your lips, I want your tits, I want your whole body. I see you in this office every day, just being gorgeous, and I want you to know how I feel. If some asshole has made you feel like shit out there, I want you to know you can come to me and know that I'll take care of you.”

  She looked away, shaking her head. “Andre, that's . . . ”

  It was hard to say exactly what was on her mind. That was exactly what she wanted. But she couldn't just say that, she couldn't just let him know. What if . . . what if he was joking, too, just like those other guys were joking?

  The shame would be too much.

  She stood up, escaping his gentle-but-firm grasp, and pointed at the door.

  “I think-I think I need to think about this. And I think you should go.”

  He stood up and grabbed her shoulders, hard. His thick thumbs pressed into her soft skin, massaging.

  “No,” he shook his head. “I'm not going anywhere.”

  He kissed her then, deeply, thoroughly. His tongue was so thick and warm in her mouth. Her every movement was controlled by him—his neck pushing forward, making her push back at him. His breaths escaped in soft huffs along her lips, her teeth, her chin, and he squeezed her shoulders inward, making her feel so small and easy to move around. She had never been kissed before, not like that.

  One of his big hands slid from her shoulder and instead wrapped around her expansive tits, squeezing them roughly. She moaned. Taking that as clear consent, his other hand sank to her panties underneath her skirt and pressed hard against the folds of her pussy.

  It was too much, all at once. She drew away once more.

  “Oh wow,” she breathed, her head feeling light. “Andre . . .don't . . .” Holly shuddered, thinking for a moment. “It's just . . . I haven't...it's been a while. And in the past, guys have been...they haven't like my figure. They've been...mean.”

  “Come on, sweetheart. I'm not mean. I just want you,” he said. “I want to make you feel as beautiful as you are to me.” He cupped her chin and stared directly in her eyes. But you should know I am going to fuck you, hard. You're no fragile princess like all those other girls in the office. Your body deserves a good, hard fuck from a real man, and I want to give it to you.”

  She gulped and nodded, and then he smiled and pushed her down on her knees.

  “Now,” he said. “Let's see if you deserve it. Do you think you can get me nice and hard, sweetie? You do it almost every night anyway. I stroke my big cock thinking about your big titties.”

  Her heart fluttered with that revelation. Suddenly, she didn't mind at all being on her knees in front of him.

  She pressed her fingers on his zipper and pulled it down. Right away, his cock sprang out—it was so big already!

  His was the first cock that had been in her face in the longest time. There was something basic and primal stirring in her, needing to feel that meat closer to every part of her body. It twitched, like it knew that she was watching, like it was getting bigger just from her looking at it. Longer and thicker it became, right before her eyes.

  That was so amazing. Her heart swelled as she gently wrapped her hand around it.

  “Like this, baby?” she asked.

  “Oh yeah,” he nodded. “Stroke it slow.”

  Little droplets of fluid flowed out from the tip. She gasped in appreciation.

  “Oh, wow . . .” she breathed.

  “Yeah,” he said. “You're doing that. That's all you, babe. Slide your thumb around on all of that and move it up and down the head—ohhh yeah, just like that.”

  He ran a hair through her thick hair appreciatively.

  “Man, Holly, you're really good at this.”

  She squirmed happily. Her pussy was getting so moist and warm, just from watching his cock get so hot and hard.

  “Can I . . .” she gulped. “Is it all right if I lick it? I'd really like to lick your cock.”

  “Oh yeah,” he said. “I want you to lick it, sweetie. I want you to suck it. I want your hot mouth on my cock.”

  Moaning, she licked the tip, running her tongue around the long cut of the head. It was so . . . warm. So fulfilling and real. She could hardly believe it was happening. Maybe that was why she threw herself so willfully into wrapping her lips around his cock.

  “Oh yeah, sweetheart,” he groaned. “Do it for me.”

  She hummed out an affirmative, happily sliding her lips up his shaft and then back down. She took him easily, expertly, as if all that time spent dreaming in her bed had prepared her for this exact sort of maneuver. It was so hot, the slurping sounds she could make as she tried to swallow as much of his thickness as possible. She loved the little trembles he would have when she ran her tongue around his shaft as she sucked downward.

  Hot currents ran up and down her body. She wanted to adore his cock—wanted to make him feel as good and welcome and safe as he made her feel.

  In many ways, his thick, ramming-hard cock in her mouth was like a hot, thick measuring rod of her ability to be attractive. If she could do it for Andre, who clearly could have any type of woman he wanted as far as she was concerned, with how masculine and muscle-bound he was, she could make any man want her.

  Her lips sank deeper and deeper down his cock, sucking hard and swallowing eagerly when he pumped precum down all the way into her throat.

  All his muscles seemed to tense up suddenly. His orgasm! Oh god, it was going to happen. It was going to happen! Her panties flooded with moisture from her excitement.

  “I’m gonna cum, baby,” he moaned.

  Perhaps he thought that meant she could slide her mouth off if she wanted. As if! Instead, she sucked him more forcefully, gripping his ass tight.

  “Mmmhmm!” she groaned needfully.

  Gripping her hair tight, he came, shooting hot loads down her throat. Again and again, he spasmed and bucked, sending white, thick pulses of delicious goo directly into her belly. It filled her mouth, and she let it swirl around her tongue for several seconds before sliding her lips off his hot, big cock with a smile.

  He smiled back. After a few seconds of massaging her hair and scalp, he collapsed down on the office floor with her and wrapped an arm around her body.

  “Wow, that was so nice,” she cooed after a minute, sliding up around his leg. “Maybe...” she gulped, swallowing more of him...feeling brave and horny. “Maybe tomorrow we can try some other things, when you're all recovered?”

  He smiled and shook his head.

  “No, sweetie, look.”

  Gripping her hair, he led her face down to his crotch where he had been stroking his cock. His hand was so wet with her saliva and his own juices, moving rapidly up and down the long shaft.

  “You see that? I'm getting hard again already. Hard because you’re so fun to fuck. Isn't that nice?”

  “Oh god, Andre...that’s so nice.” She looked up at him with eager, grateful blue eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Andre. I want you to fuck me however you want!”

  The buttons on her blouse gave way to his grip, sliding off slightly with little pops. “You have such beautiful big tits, Holly.”

  She blushed, her voice becoming quite small. “Thank you.”

  “I want to fuck your tits,” he said, his words slow and heavy. “I want to fuck your big, sexy tits until I cum again all over your body. I want you to sleep in my cum, sweetheart”

  “Ohhh,” she moaned. “Ohhh, Andre . . . ”

  He picked her up and placed her on the couch. His cock slid between the heaving valley of her breasts, fitting in between them easily. Already his cock was well lubricated from the blowjob, and so it was a simple thing for Holly to just push her
hot breasts forward onto his cock.

  “Fuck my tits, darling! Oh god! You're fucking them so good!”

  He guided her hands down to form a bridge across her tit flesh, holding his cock in place.

  Grunting, he pumped his big cock inside of the warm valley of her tits again and again. It was so hot in there, so slick. It felt so good knowing that his big, hard meat was already lubricated and ready to fuck this special part of her body only because he had already asked her to suck his cock. Everything about his arousal, about him feeling good, was because of her body.

  Her body! A dream come true.

  Being titfucked didn't require much of her—just ensuring that as he drove his cock forward, she was ready to lick his thick, sexy cockhead when it passed by her face. She did that happily, and also made hot, pleading faces and noises as his fucking picked up in intensity.

  “You fucking take it, you fucking beautiful slut,” he grunted. “You take my cock like a good fuckdoll.”

  “Yeah,” she moaned hotly. “I'm your fuckdoll, Andre! Fuck me like I'm your little sextoy!”

  His ass continued to thrust forward, totally abusing her body. Just like the last time, she could feel his big, sexy muscles tightening up. He was going to cum.

  “Give it to me, darling! Cum right in my face! I need it, oh god I need it so bad!”

  With a grunt and a smile, he did exactly that. She had heard talk how usually a guy's second orgasm was weaker than his first—it didn't have as much volume. If that was the case, Andre was the exception that proved the rule.

  His hot spunk layered over her neck, her chin, and then her cheeks and lips and forehead, coating her completely. It was so deliciously warm and gooey. With her fingers, she scooped it up and slurped it down. Andre smiled as he watched her, biting one lower lip.

  “That's good,” he said. “You're a natural.”

  “I'm just happy to please.”

  When she was all cleaned off, he slid down next to her and wrapped an arm around her curves. She snuggled against Andre’s strong body, holding him tight. Next to him, she felt safe; and it was so nice knowing that at any given time, there would always be someone who thought she was perfect just the way she was.

  * * * * *

  Monday afternoon, Holly was humming along, finishing off her work in the office. Today was her last day.

  All weekend long, Andre had drilled her beautifully. They planned to go out to nice dinners, but whenever they saw each other, all either of them could think to do was hot, beautiful, perfect sex right away. Afterward they just raided the fridge for leftovers.

  She had left her office for about ten minutes, transporting boxes of documents to her car. There was only one box left—all her office supplies. By this time, she had gotten rather good at transporting them.

  In front of her office was Andre, a smile on his face.

  “I’ve got a surprise for you, gorgeous.”

  “Oh yeah?” she smiled, putting a hand on her hip in a mock-sultry manner. “Whatever could it be?”

  Obviously, she imagined the surprise had something to do with the wonderful meat in his pants. “Close your eyes, and take my hand, and you’ll find out.”

  Obediently, she closed her eyes—she even put her free hand over her eyelids—and took Andre’s hand. The latching sound of the door to her office reverberated through the small, emptied building as he led her inside. This late in the day, there was no one left but them.

  “You can open your eyes, now.”

  She did, and gasped. The facts of the situation rolled over her slowly.

  It was Rick.

  It was Rick, naked.

  It was Rick, naked, stroking his hard-on while he looked at Holly. His taut, muscled body was tensed up with need.

  Andre explained, “He and I had a talk over the weekend. You see, he felt just awful about what he said about you.”

  “I did,” said Rick. “I do.”

  “And he wanted to apologize.”

  Rick nodded, still stroking himself. “I do apologize, Holly. I’m really sorry. I was just trying to keep up appearances. It wasn't fair to you at all.”

  “Oh,” said Holly. “I sort of...sort of suspected something like that.” She recalled that sad, sad look on his face. “It's all right. It all turned out.”

  Clearly relieved, Rick smiled. Holly could smell him—his hot manly musk, the sweat rolling off his muscles.

  “But,” Andre explained, gripping Holly's shoulders and kissing her on the neck, “we both wanted him to make it up to you a little more. And we decided the best way to do that was to show you how much we like a girl with some meat on her bones.”

  Rick smiled, stroking his cock slow. “What do you say, Holly? Give me another chance?”

  Eyes wide, pussy clenching with need, Holly nodded slowly. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “I’ll give you another chance right now.”

  Andre turned her around and kissed her then, pulling roughly at her blouse. Everything ripped off easily, her expensive blouse, her designer skirt. Soon all her clothes were in tatters on the floor, even her bra and panties. She didn’t care at all.

  Then, Rick grabbed her from the other side and kissed her hard, his tongue hard into her mouth. His hands groped and tugged at her big tits, kneading them with strong, dense fingers. Both of them felt so warm and snug against her voluptuous offerings.

  “You see,” Andre said into her ear. “Thicker girls...they can be used as rough as we like. And we do like to use ‘em rough. What do you think, sweetheart?”

  Rick's hand reached up onto her pussy, squeezing, his fingers dipping into her folds. Andre's hand met Rick's from the other way around, both of them holding on to her middle like a handle.

  Holly’s mind was positively melting. “Yes, please!” she gasped, her breasts heaving. “Please.”

  “You want us to use you together?” Rick breathed into her other ear. “Fuck you at the same time, like the hot fucktoy you are?”

  She nodded rapidly, hot greedy tongue sliding around her lips, dripping down flecks of eager saliva. “Uh huh!”

  Together, they pushed her down onto all fours. Her sexy body faced toward Rick; her rear positioned at Andre. Andre's cock was totally bare. He wasn't wearing protection at all. He let that fact slide over Holly's body as he circled her pussy entrance with his naked meat.

  Oh fuck, thought Holly. He could get me pregnant!

  She knew she was definitely well within her window...and she hadn't bothered taking birth control for a long time now.

  Rick slapped her face with his cock. “You like that, Holly? You like being used like my little fucktoy?”

  Oh god, she did, she did! She loved it so fucking much! There was nothing like being used and owned by a man...nothing, except of course, being used by two men!

  Holding her hair tight, Rick jammed her face full of his cock. From behind, Andre pistoned into her hot pussy, holding her thick behind hard. His fingers kneaded into the ample flesh of her butt, clearly loving how much there was to squeeze and hold with his rough man hands.

  Their hands came together at her waist, sliding over each other. They were so glad for the other’s strength—so happy to have another man to share all this woman with.

  When Rick pushed, Holly did her best to push back—even as Andre pushed as well. And when Andre thrust forward, she squeezed her cunt walls tight, hoping to provide him with a hot, tight escape into her pussy.

  She could feel both of them tightening, tensing, their muscles working together like a machine made to fuck and fill her. Andre spurted suddenly, letting out a hot gushing release of hot cum right into her unprotected cunt. At the same time, Rick moaned, his grip tightening on Holly's face, and shot his sweet, manly load right down her throat.

  Holly just couldn't hold back anymore. She came too—sudden and furious, her bliss matching every molecule of cum with ten megatons of pleasure.

  Her orgasm shook through her body like she was a palm tree and it a hurrica
ne. Swept away into the winds of this pleasure and absolutely soaked from the men filling her up, nothing was on her mind but rapture. Rick pulled out of her mouth and sprayed her face, marking her as his. Or at least, partly his.

  Covered in Rick’s hot jizz, filled with Andre’s amazing spunk, she wrapped her arms around both men and guided them down on the ground, placing their faces into her big breasts. Their foreheads nuzzled together. There they all dozed, each so happy with the other.

  And just before dozing off for a few hours, before she took Andre and Rick home with her for even more three way fucking, she thought: what a nice day at the office.

  # # #

  Putting Paige In Her Place

  Warmth and bliss washed over the eighteen year-old Paige. She had never been happier, staring up at the studly Michael. He was so big, so chiseled and strong. And all of him—all of his amazing, hot, white gift had just been sprayed all over her. And then...

  Then. The door to the bedroom banged open.

  “Just what do you think you’re doing?” cried Diana, seeing the explicit display Paige had been transformed into.

  Paige, trying to gulp, stared in terror at the woman who had burst into the master bedroom. Diana was the hot young wife of Michael, the stud who had just finished fucking Paige’s face and throat. There was absolutely no disguising the fact that Michael had, in fact, just finished all over Paige’s face. The goo dripped down her cheeks, her lips, and even in her fear from suddenly seeing Diana enter the room, the hot young teenage beauty could not help but lick her lips and slide the hot seed into her mouth.

  It just tasted so good. So much better than she ever could have dreamt of—and she had dreamed of tasting it often.

  Michael, resplendent and studly, was the father of Paige’s best friend, Becky. The busty, slender, brunette Diana was Becky’s stepmother—though really they were more like sisters, since Becky was only about twenty-six, while Michael was in his forties.

  Paige felt like she had been living the dream—finally being the one to fuck Becky’s hot dad! All the girls at school talked about what a stud he was.

  And now that dream had turned into a nightmare with Diana arriving, a scornful look on her face as she approached.