The Knocked Up Lust Bundle (2 page)

Holly didn’t care. She hated him.

The one thing that she knew for sure was that she was never going to live this down.

* * * * *

A
n hour after the office closed, there was a tentative knock at her door.

“Go away, please.”

Her voice was congested. She had stopped crying a long time ago, but her sorrow had been replaced with rage as she worked through the long chain of paperwork from her work at the office over the last month. She sat on the small couch in her office, all her paperwork scattered around her.

Like anyone that was suddenly angry after being upset, though, she felt like a fool—her lovely face red, her golden hair mussed, her nose stopped up. Even if she
wanted
to go on a rant, she would sound ridiculous as she did so, voice coagulated with distant, dense parts of her nose and lungs.

The knock came again. “Ma’am? I hate to bother you.”

She recognized the voice, and also the build from the shadow in her door. It was the security guard, Andre. He was a large, friendly man. “I really do. But I’m afraid I have to come and talk with you for just a moment.”

For a few seconds, he turned the knob this way and that.

“The door is locked for a reason,” she said.

“I believe you, ma’am. The problem is, they gave me all the keys to this place, irresponsible suckers that they are. So, it’s whichever way you would like. You can open it or I can use the keys.”

“You can use the keys, then.”

It was a childish thing to insist on, and she knew it. But maybe he was bluffing, or maybe he forgot which key was which and would get tired of guessing before long. Any number of fortuitous things could happen. She was due, after all.

Instead, the key opened on his first try. Just her luck, the security guard knew how to do his job.

He was a large, bulky man, his dark brown hair kept in a severe crew cut. He was older—maybe ten years older than her, his face peppered with distinguished age. He was handsome, she noticed suddenly. The way his long nose straightened out, the friendly line of his lips. He was very handsome.

“I apologize for this,” he spread his hands, standing over where she sat on the couch. “But anytime there’s any kind of an incident and I hear about it, I have to come and talk to the parties involved. Especially if one is staying late at the office. Otherwise there’s liability, you understand.”

Holly shrugged and nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

“Now,” said Andre. “You’re all upset. How come you’re all upset?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Sitting down next to her on the couch, he put a hand around her shoulder. And for a moment, Holly felt safe. Enclosed. He was
strong,
she realized. All that bulk on him was muscle, not fat. His scent was musky, masculine. Protective. He was a strong, strong man.

Stronger than even Rick, maybe.

The thought, oddly, did some very strange things to her body. Her head felt a little light, her stomach fluttery. Just slightly, her legs slid open. Maybe that was a little forward...but it was forward of him just to sit down next to her like that. The two had barely exchanged three sentences before.

Feeling honest, she dished. “Rick turned me down for a date,” she said, feeling again like a high schooler.

Andre made a face. “Well, he’s a fool.”

“It’s not just that,” Holly said, feeling her sobs come up again, buried deep for so many hours now. “He was...he was
mean
about it.”

He was so strong, so assured, and so
there
. His hand pressed into her shoulder, pulling her into his warmth. That was the most important part, of course. He was a man and he was there, touching her. It was too much.

She melted into his arms, holding him and sobbing loudly.

“Mean?” Andre asked, looking incredulous. “What do you mean, mean?”

Holly looked at him, tears streaming down even as she tried to blink and push them away. “H-he said he wouldn't even let me suck him off!”

“Ah, sweetie,” said Andre. “That's a load of bull. Any guy would be happy to have you . . . do that. You know. With your mouth.”

She shook her head, pushing herself away.

“Like you would know.”

Raising an eyebrow, he said, “I would.”

She shook her head, pushing against his broad chest, but then he put his hand on one knee, and then on her chin.

“Hey, sweetie . . . I would. I really would.”

Moving in closer, he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

Holly had been kissed on the cheek before in a friendly way, of course, but this was different. Longer. Luxuriating in her skin, feeling her heat. His hand went to waist, slowly, guiding her into his muscled bulk.

“W-what are you doing?” she whispered.

Her heart was beating fast.

“Don't you know, sweetie?”

His hand slid up her waist to the thick curve of her breasts. Open longing shone in his eyes.

“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!”