Take Me (A Steamy Short Story Romance) (13 page)

“Oh!” I cried out as he withdrew and slowly slid down my
tunnel once more.
 
I could feel the
pleasure building within me.
 
I
wanted him, deeper, harder, faster.

I let out a moan as he picked up his rhythm.
 
“Fuck me harder, please, please! Oh!
Yeah, yeah!”

His huge penis was pummeling me mercilessly.
 
I felt alive, every inch of me, for the
first time!

“Beg me, baby. Tell me how you want it.”

“Harder,” I cried out again. “Faster, deeper!”
 

He flipped me over onto my belly, spread my ass cheeks
wide, and powerfully split me in two. I screamed with euphoric pleasure.
Turning my head to look back I could see his eyes locked on the secret place
between my legs.
 
He enjoyed
watching his thick cock pummel my tight little hole. Just the thought of him
watching me, naughty little me, turned me on.
 
I thought I was going to cum right then
and there, just from the thought of it all.
 

“Make me cum, sir, please,” I whined, begging him to cum
with me. Closer and closer we came with each thrust, and all of a sudden I knew
I was beyond the point of no return.

“I'm gonna fucking blow, Clarissa.
 
I’m going to fucking cum in your tight
little pussy,” Dr. Stone gasped as he jackhammered. Pleasure overwhelmed me
like nothing I had ever felt, warming my fingertips, my toes, my thighs and my
sensitive pearl.
 
My pussy tensed and
convulsed around him as I felt a wave of pleasure engulf me, tumble me, and
release me.
 
He had fucked an orgasm
out of me, and I wanted to make him cum, too.

“Oh god, cum inside, cum, cum!” I cried.

He was grunting deep sounds of ecstasy as my pussy worked
around him in rhythmic pulses.
 
He
knew I was cuming, and he pulled my hair back, making my convulsions even more
intense.

Oh fuck! He wasn’t wearing a condom! The realization
suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.
 

“Wait!
 
Oh, oh,
oh fuck, please,” I tried to stop him, and myself, but my body was too
far gone
.
 
I was
climaxing again, my insatiably hungry pussy eager for more, threatening to cum
with every delicious thrust.
 
Every
bit of my flesh required him to keep going, despite the tiny voice that warned
me of the danger.
 
His cock slid
deep, in and out, in and out, as his groans grew louder.
 

“Please!” I cried once more, a futile attempt.

“What is it,” he snarled.
 
“You want to cum again?
 
Beg for it, baby, tell daddy what you
want!”

“I want…” I could hardly talk, hardly think, my entire body
was vibrating at a frequency I had never experienced.

“Tell me!” he demanded, his cock slamming deeply into my
belly.

“Oh god, oh god!
 
I want you to cum, I want you to cum inside of me, I want
you!
” I screamed, losing it. "Fuck
a baby into me!"

My ears rang with the words, replaying them over and over
with each deep penetration.
 
I was
over the edge, my body in a quivering, ecstatic frenzy.
 
I convulsed and shivered around his
thick cock.
 
His hands pulled my
hips upwards, and with several forceful thrusts he exploded.

“You. Dirty. Little. Slut,” he panted as his cock spilled
the last of his thick and virile seed deep within me.
 

I let out a loud and uncontrollable wail as my body
released a second time.
 
I could
feel my pussy contracting and pulsating.
 
My body inviting his essence deeper into my tummy, milking him for all
he had.
 
I wanted him.
 
I wanted his babies. I wanted it all.

“Shit, Clarissa. What did we just do?”
 
He dropped me from his grip, my body now
spent and breathless on the leather sofa.

I sat up, my legs splayed out in front of me. His face was
a blank stare, looking at his limp cock as he contemplated our lustful
romp.
 
I worried that he would come
to his senses.
 
A powerful, well-known,
and respected man like him shouldn't be known for fucking his maid.
 
Rumors would certainly fly if anyone
found out. I dropped to my knees in front of him, wrapped my mouth around the
head of his penis, and sucked the last of his juices.
 
I wanted him again.
 
I couldn’t bare the thought of him
changing his mind and casting me off, after all we had just went through.

“We made love,” I said timidly, looking up into his
eyes.
 
“We made love.”

I pressed my lips to his rock hard stomach.
 
Sighing deeply, he pulled me up from my
knees and drew me close to his body.
 

“Please, don’t let this be the end,” I purred, nuzzling
into him.

After a short while we got up, preparing to leave his
office. I gathered my things, and just as I was about to put on my panties, Dr.
Stone stopped me.

“I’ll be keeping these,” he said sternly as he grabbed them
out of my hands held them to his nose.
 
He smelled them, his eyes nearly drunken with
my
scent.
 

I could feel myself tingle. I wondered what it would be
like to have his tongue between my thighs, to have him taste me.
 
My body tensed as my imagination tried
to fathom the experience.
 
I had
heard about
guys
who liked to lick a girl there, but I
had never in a million years fantasized about it; somehow it seemed dirty. But
now, watching him revel in my scent, my body wanted it, wanted his tongue deep
within me.
  
I was in silent
contemplation when his voice brought me back to the present moment.

“You must understand: we have to keep this quiet.”
 
His eyes burnt into mine.
 
“We can’t let anyone know until the
divorce is final.
 
If word of this
gets out, Mrs. Stone could wind up with more than just the house.”

“Don’t worry, sir; it'll be our little secret.
 
But, but only if you promise me…”

“Promise you what?”

“Only if you promise me that it won’t end here.
 
I need you.”
 
The hunger in my voice was obvious.
 
He held all the power, all the cards. All
I wanted was for him to want me. “I will do
anything
for you.”
 
My innocent brown
eyes burned into his, waiting for him to respond, half-expecting him to deny my
request.
 

“I’ll be moving into a new condo by the end of next week.
Of course, I’ll need a maid; the job is yours if you want it. After the divorce
blows over, if you keep our relationship silent, and if you continue to do good
work, perhaps I’ll let you be my mistress."

Relief washed over me as his words came out.
 
I was so happy
,
I couldn’t help myself
.
 
I wanted to show him how much I
appreciated him giving me a chance.
 
I reached down into his pants, pulled his cock free, and dove my lips
around him.
 
He instantly swelled
hard, thick and long.

“Damn,” he growled as his hips thrust upward into my warm
mouth.
 
I sucked and stroked him
until his cock practically burst. I pressed my lips down greedily as his hips
thrust upwards, his cock ramming the back of my throat. “Oh god, here I go,
don’t stop,” he moaned.
 

And then he came violently, pulsing his warm seed deep down
my throat. I held myself there for as long as I could, holding my breath, eyes
watering.
 
I drank him down,
then
slowly retreated, tracing my tongue along his dick as I
took every last drop of his cum.
 

“Forget the end of next week. I’m calling Pete tomorrow
morning; I want those condo papers signed immediately. You’ll be ‘working’ for
me two days from now, at the latest.

I’ll
work hard, all right
, I thought to
myself.
 
I’ll work hard to please Dr. Stone to the bone.
 
I giggled secretly, eagerly anticipating
what was to come.
 

****

Dr. Stone held up his promise: I 'worked' every day at his
new condo.
 
And he paid me even
better than he did before.
 
Every
chance I could I made him fuck me hard, hot and fast. And each time he came
inside it further solidified our budding relationship.
 

It wasn’t long before my belly had begun to swell, along
with my breasts.
 
Dr. Stone loved my
increasingly curvy body, and the flourishing sex drive that came with
pregnancy. I started to grow bold, only now feeling my own sexuality blooming
and unabashed.
 

One day while I was cleaning I heard him enter the
house.
 
The tight, skimpy, little
maid outfit he made me wear was stretched to accommodate my growing tummy, and
my breasts now overflowed the confines of the material.
 
I heard him come in, but I pretended I
didn't, and went on with my work. When he walked into the living room where I
was working I bent over and dusted under a table, teasing him with a flash of
my bare bottom.
 
When I was
finished, I placed the duster on the table, and then folded forward, pretending
to adjust a strap on my shoe.
 
I
knew what I was doing, and I took a glance at him upside-down from between my
calves and winked at him.

He was sitting behind me on the couch now, admiring the
pink slit that contrasted against my bottom.
 
I rolled my hips slowly back and forth
and watched as he reached down and adjusted his cock.
 
I stood up and locked my eyes on the
curtains above him.
 

“That just won’t do!”
 
I exclaimed, feigning disgust as I eyed the imaginary dust.
 

I stepped out of my heels and got up on the couch, with one
foot on either side of his legs.
 
I
reached over him and began to clean the drapes
behind,
all while my pussy was on display in front of his face.
 
I heard him unclasp his belt; goose
bumps instantly formed on my thighs.
 
I wanted him to taste me.
 

“Do you ever get
worn
out
?” he asked from between my thighs.

“Oh, but sir, a clean home is a happy home,” I replied
innocently, mocking him.
 

He chuckled. "And a spent man is a happy man,” he
added.
 
He breathed my scent deeply
as he began stroking himself.
 

I pressed my hips closer, reaching higher onto the wall
behind him.
 
I could feel his warm
breath on my sensitive, delicate petals.
 
His hands began to trace up my legs, and his lips pressed against my
pussy lips, slowly and gently massaging them.
 
I let out a gasp.
 
For so long I had wanted this, and yet
for so long I had been too bashful to declare my taboo desires.
 

“Oh my…
 
That
feels…
 
Oh, daddy.”
 
I gripped the curtain rod, holding my
balance as my knees went weak with his touch.
 
His tongue caressed the folds and sent
electricity through me.
 

“Don’t stop,” I panted.
 

“Didn’t plan to,” he said between licks.
 

A moment later he pulled me down onto his face, my thighs
straddling him there.
 
And my knees
barely capable of holding my shivering body.
 
I gripped him by his full head of hair
and pulled him sideways until he was flat on the cushions.
 
I directed his face up while arranging
my knees around him.