Begging to be Bred (2 page)

“You know what I told the lawyer to tell
them?” Carl asks.

I know what he told him –
beg
– but I
want to hear it again.

I shake my head.

“I told him to beg,” Carl says and half
smiles. “I want to hear him beg. There’s power in it, power I like
to have. When I have something someone wants… ahhh…”

That’s it, my body’s reaching climax.
Between my legs, I rage. My body is so tender and so delicate that
just by moving in my chair, it pleases me. I’m being pleasured by
Carl’s chair. My fantasy is now that strong.

“I’d beg,” I say, almost catching myself off
guard. My eyes go wide and I bite my lip.

“You’d beg?” Carl asks.

I nod. “I’d beg.
For you
.”

I look at him with that look, the look that
hints at what I want. I’m not talking about lawyers. I’m not
talking about business. I’m not talking about contracts. I’m
talking about sex. About insane sex. About fucking.

“Then beg for me,” Carl says and laughs.

I’m not laughing.

I’m not playing games.

I push from the chair and stand up. Carl’s
eyes go wide as his mind must be racing. It takes him all of two
seconds to scan my body and in those two seconds, I realize that
he’s thinking about it. He’s stressed and wants to fuck.

Works for me.

I walk to the side of his desk and stand
there, letting Carl enjoy himself.

He’s picturing me naked, I know it.

He’s picturing me wiggling against his body,
his cock finding my hole, fucking me.

I look at him and ask, “Please?”

“Please what?” Carl asks.

“I’m begging you,” I say. I put my head down
and lift my eyes to stare at him. I look cute, innocent, dirty.
“Please? I’m really begging you.”

“Begging me for what?” Carl asks.

He leans back in his chair and puts his
hands behind his head.

He’s into this.

“Begging you,” I say, adding a pause, and
then finishing with, “for you.”

“Eh, it’s okay,” Carl says. “It’d be better
if you were on your knees.”

I comply.

I’m showing him how far I’ll go for him. I
need him. I need him to understand me, fall for me right here,
right now, and then breed me.

I fall to my knees.

“Wow,” Carl whispers. “You’re serious about
begging, aren’t you?”

I nod. “Please… please…”

“You still haven’t said it,” Carl says.

“Said what?”

“What you really want.”

“You,” I say. “All of you.”

There’s a strange pause, both of us staring
at each other, knowing that with just one more comment, the line
between right and wrong will be shattered.

I don’t care.

Shatter it.

“In me,” I say. “Fill me. Please?”

Carl looks around his office, his mind
plaguing him. He knows what he wants, he knows what his body wants.
He’s trying to break the two apart but they won’t. I’m on my knees,
begging him. This is what he wants.

“I can’t here,” he finally says to me.

He looks at me, his dark eyes burning. I
feel like I’ve come ten times already, but I still want him. I
still need him.

“Then where?” I ask. I’m still pleading, not
because he wants me too, but because I have to. He has to know how
much I need him to breed me. “I need you inside of me. I need you
to fill me, leave yourself with me.”

He nods. He understands what I want.

“You want all of it,” he says.

“In me,” I add. “All of it, in me. I want
you… I want you…” I wait for a few seconds and survey the room. I’m
on my knees in Carl’s office. I’m doing what he has probably wanted
for years – a secretary to beg him for his cock. Now it’s my turn
to finally confess what I want. I want to hear myself say it
because I’ve never said it out loud before. “I want you to breed
me.”

Saying the words forces me to climax, right
there on the floor of the office. The hot wetness spreads through
me, straight to between my legs. The juices aren’t as heavy as a
normal orgasm, but trust me, I just came.

“Like I said, not here.”

At the sound of Carl’s stern voice, I stand.
I stand before him, waiting for his next command.

“Go, work,” he says.

I turn to leave, confused, unable to process
everything. In my mind, I should be naked right now, climbing on
his body…

“Ashley?” Carl asks.

I turn. I smile.

“I’ll get your address from HR. See you at
nine.”

I have no response, I’ve lost my breath.

__

Staring at a clock, waiting for time to move
isn’t the best idea in the world. The hours took forever but now at
nine, the knock on my apartment door forces me to jump up. I panic
for a second, and then catch myself. I didn’t change my panties,
and actually didn’t change anything from work. Just in case Carl’s
fantasy is to stay in the office setting.

I open the door and my breath is gone
again.

Carl changed his clothes. It’s the first
time I’ve seen him outside the office. He looks nothing like I’d
imagine him to look. He wears a navy blue t-shirt and pair of
jeans. His muscles are thick, pushing out at all the right spots.
He’s thick, gorgeous, and he smiles at me.

My hand flies forward and grabs his
shirt.

I pull him into the apartment and slam the
door, locking it.

“Whoa,” he whispers looking down at my hand
tight on his shirt.

“In me,” I growl, “now.”

“Wait, wait,” he says, blocking my attempt
to lunge at him for a kiss.

His finger touches my lips and then his
entire hand is at my face and neck, caressing me. He stares at me
with a calm sense that relaxes the entire room. My body, however,
is another story. There’s only thing that will calm my body down
and that’s Carl’s release. Carl’s seed. Carl’s attempt to breed
me.

My hand releases his shirt. “What’s wrong?
Please, Carl, don’t do this to me.”

“That’s it,” he says. “That’s what I want to
hear. Beg for me.”

“Beg?” I ask. “Again?”

He nods.

I smile.

This is what we both want.

I take his shirt again and pull. His heavy
body doesn’t move at first but when I turn and give the implication
of the bedroom, he’s suddenly very light, almost like a feather,
trailing me.

He follows me to the bedroom and I turn to
him. My hands hurry under his shirt, feeling the soft ripples of
his muscles. He’s warm and relaxed, but I don’t know how.

My body is out of control.

I make a quick move, sliding my hands up and
he lifts his arms. His shirt is off and my eyes are glued to his
perfect body.

I can’t believe this man is my boss.

It is too bad I am quitting the job.

But that’s okay because I’ll have Carl’s
seed. He’ll be connected to me forever.

Without a word, I start to move to my
knees.

Carl puts a finger under my chin. “No, no.
Not yet.”

“What now?” I ask.

I’m desperate and I know I sound bitchy.

How much can one woman take?

Carl leans forward and presses his lips to
mine. The move was unexpected, but I sure welcome it. I open my
mouth and taste his thin lips a second before he opens his mouth
too. Our tongues touch and rub together. The kiss doesn’t stop
there. We push at each other, fighting for space. His tongue goes
deep into my mouth and then I press back. He lets me win the small
battle and I taste his mouth.

We continue for a little bit longer and then
I feel his hand touch my neck again. He’s gentle and doesn’t have
to be. His hands move to my shoulder and with a subtle press, I
know what he wants.

Our kiss ends as I move to my knees.

I’m before him again. I reach up and put my
hand flat against his stomach. My other hand pulls at his belt, but
only as a small tease.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please, Carl,
please.”

He touches my hair. “Beg for what you
want.”

“I want you,” I say. “I’m begging for you.
For your cock, in me. For your seed, in me. Carl, please… please
have me. I’m your secretary. I’m yours.”

Carl smiles.

That’s what he wanted to hear. He wanted to
hear the mix of work and play.

Fine.

Done.

He exhales his breath and I pull at his
belt. It loosens. His hand then clamps down on mine.

I shudder.

What now?

“Get on your bed,” he says. “And get
naked.”

I can’t resist his needs, and won’t.

I stand up and hurry to take my clothes off.
There’s too many clothes, just too damn many. My shirt is on the
floor in a mess, my bra is now unsnapped, my large breasts free. As
I wiggle my arms to let the bra fall to the floor, my breast
wiggle. Carl moans and I see his hands ball into fists.

“You can touch me,” I say.

“I know,” he replies.

But he doesn’t touch me.

He’s perfect at seduction, that’s for
sure.

I slide out of my pants, leaving my panties
for last. They’re wet and stuck to me again. I’m as messy as I was
back at the office.

I sit on my bed and open my legs. My hands
are on my legs and then slide to the inside. I come up and let the
tips of my fingers touch the wet cloth of my panties.

“Yes,” Carl says. “Yes…”

My left hand moves across my pussy and then
slides into the panties. I pull them across my body, exposing my
pussy to Carl.

That’s what he wants and that’s what he
gets.

I let him enjoy the show for a few seconds
before I finally push my panties down and off my body.

I’m naked now, waiting for Carl.

I don’t give Carl the chance to speak when I
say, “Please Carl, please.”

I want him, I need him. He’s asked me to beg
for him and I’ve done it. I’ll do it again too, if he asks.
Whatever it takes, I need him inside of me. I need to feel that
endless pleasure, knowing what could become of our sex together.
You may consider him a stranger, as I do, but let’s face it,
everyone is a stranger in some way or another. To him, I’m a
stranger because of my fantasy. My wildest urge that pounded like a
second heartbeat, a calling that began and wouldn’t stop. To me,
he’s a stranger because our time spent passing and chatting were
nothing more than what a normal office would offer.

The boss and the secretary, the age-old
story of lust and fantasy. They never end well. Lucky for me, I
hate my job and plan to quit. My boss doesn’t know this part yet,
even as he’s staring at my naked body. I’m on the edge of my own
bed, in my apartment, my legs spread. My sweet smell attacks the
air and wins; my body is warm, and my breasts feel swollen and
desperate. The man before me isn’t my boss anymore but rather the
tall, semi-dark skinned man I see everyday at work. His shoulders
are wide and round with muscle, leading to more muscles through his
arms. The rest of his body matches as I imagined it would. The
lines on his body resemble some kind of erotic art, made for sexual
desire and the fulfillment of my fantasy.

There is, however, only one real important
piece of him that completes the fantasy.

His cock.

As long as his cock is hard and his cock
works, all will be right in my world.

His hands move to his belt. He doesn’t need
to use both hands but he does. He makes the scene look hotter and
more dramatic than it really is. He’s playing into it all, which is
fine for me.

“Please,” I beg in my most innocent sounding
voice. “Please… I need you…”

My right hand curls around the sheet on my
bed. My left hand wants to do the same but I have a better
idea.

I touch myself.

My pointer finger and middle finger spread
my moist labia open. My hole is tender, throbbing, and warm with
juice.

His eyes gaze to my pussy and he licks his
lips.

I’m not interested in his tongue as much as
I am his cock, but I would never deny a sexy man to lick between my
legs.

“I really need you,” I say, adding a
desperate sigh and cry. I feel my throat almost in a whimper and I
realize that I’m not playing anymore. I’m not playing in his
fantasy, that ultimate
secretary-begs-for-the-boss
kind of
thing. I need him.

Really bad.

My pussy and body are ready.

The fantasy is standing before me.

He pushes his pants down, and I see the
beginning of his cock.

It’s his cock I want, and need.

It’s his cock I beg for.

It’s his cock that will breed me.

__

He steps towards me and steps out of his
pants.

His cock is everything I fantasize it to be.
It’s the perfect cock for breeding, and he’s holding the base of it
in his hand, letting the rest of him bounce as he walks. My tongue
wraps around my lips once, twice, three times and I can’t help
myself as I hurry to the floor.

I’m on my knees, yet again, but this time
I’m not begging for Carl.

I’m going to suck him.

I’m going to taste him, just for a minute or
two.

Carl comes forward, his cock pointed at me.
I open my mouth and accept him. His thickness is perfect, my mouth
able to open enough to take him. I place my hand on his cock. He
releases his grip and I take over. With my hand on his cock, I
stroke him as my lips slide up and down his head and shaft. He’s
amazing. He’s so hard, and the head of his cock is perfectly
defined. I can only picture his cock spitting into me, filling
me.

I close my lips as tight as I can and pull
back. I taste the flesh of his head, the sensitive skin that makes
him jump for a second. That jump turns into a thrust and half his
cock is buried in my mouth. As I pull back again, I come down one
last time and stop. I suck, let my tongue run along the bottom of
his shaft, and then pull off his cock for good.

I look up at Carl and see the look in his
eye.