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  “Fuck me, Daddy!” I shout it.

  He thrusts forward. I feel a sharp pain and then an incredible fullness and my virginity is gone.

  He lies on me, fucking me. I feel him moving inside me. He is an animal, grunting and moaning and fucking my tight cunny.

  “I wanted you to be my first so bad.” I whisper.

  And then I feel it. I feel his cum inside me, shooting out of that big cock just like it did in my mouth, but this time he is planting his seed inside me. I scream happily as his cock twitches.

  When he sags in my arms, I take his weight, feel the heat of his sweaty body and the slow movement of his cock as is softens and slips out of me. I sigh, knowing he’ll fuck me again soon. I smile at the camera over his shoulder, and blow a kiss to the men who are watching, who wish they could be my Daddy. When he slips off me, I roll over and turn off the camera, then I crawl on his hard body, take his sweet cock in my hand and rest my cheek on his chest and we drift off to sleep.

  I lie on my back on my bed and slowly stretch my bare legs out toward camera. I’m naked and I put my hands on my thighs and spread my legs apart making sure that my little pussy shows on the monitor.

  “I hope you like my pussy. My Daddy loves to fuck my pussy and I love it when he does.”

  I wiggle my hips a little, then I touch my titties, pinch my nipples and smile at him. I know he’s in the other room, watching, just as the other men are in their homes, watching me. I think they’re hoping I can excite Daddy as much as I do. When I tease him enough that he can’t stand it, he comes down the hall and fucks me right on camera. That is so hot, and it gets a real spike in visitors.

  I let my hand stroke my belly and then rub my pussy. Things are different now. Every day I do my web cam. Daddy loves it and it makes money too. There is a price though.

  He says I can’t skip school and I have to do homework before I can play. I have to get good grades or he’ll stop the web cam times. I don’t like that much, but my grades are improving at least.

  So I come home from school and do my homework right away. Daddy checks it and if I get sloppy he spanks me. Sometimes I put down wrong answers on purpose, because now he pulls my pants down to spank me and that is a nice warm start to going on camera. I think he knows I’m doing it, but after my punishment he makes me correct the paper.

  Then I can play our game.

  I’m his fuck baby and I know he loves me.

  I look at the camera feeling a warm glow from my ass. I didn’t do well on my math today.

  “Hello, Daddy. It’s so special to have you watch me. I love lying here telling you how much I want you, want your hard cock in my pussy. I like the way your face goes wild when you shove that big dick deep inside me, when you cum inside me. It feels so good when you fuck your baby, when you plant your hot seed inside my cunt.”

  I rub my pussy as I talk. I like this because it feels good, playing with it and knowing he will get all hard and eager to fuck me.

  “Does my pussy look different now, Daddy? It feels different to me, but maybe that’s just because I know we have a baby up there. He is way too tiny to be kicking or anything. I don’t think he even has feet yet, but I can feel him. I love the idea that your baby is growing inside me.”

  Ever since the test showed I was pregnant, Daddy has been so sweet to me. He is taking such good care of me, and I take care of him too. I make him feel so good.

  I love my Daddy and he likes my games. Whenever I am on the web cam, I look into the camera, right through the lens so I can see him. Sometimes he’ll join me in my little bed, but sometimes he’ll stay right in his chair. He likes to think about the other men watching me, wishing they had a daughter like me, who liked to take her Daddy’s cock in her pouty lips or will bend over for him. When he does that, after I finish the show I come in the living room. He sits there naked and I’ll look at his big cock and beg him to let me suck it, or to climb on him and ride it. He loves to hear me beg for his cock.

  I decide to beg for it now, and I get on my hands and knees. Daddy loves to fuck me every way, but sometimes I think he likes it doggy style best. When I get my ass in the air like that, he rests his hand on the small of my back and fucks me. He says that it lets him watch the way his big cock stretches my pussy open, distorts it as he rams deep into me. Playing with my pussy, imagining Daddy is behind me with that hard cock, feels so good.

  And then my door bursts open and Daddy is standing in my doorway, naked. His face is red and his cock is a huge, rigid pole and I know he will fuck me so good.

  “You sweet little slut,” he says.

  “I need you, Daddy. I need your hard cock.”

  When he moves behind me, I can see his cock at my pussy on the monitor. What a beautiful thing. I moan when he pokes it into me. I’m still not used to how much it fills me.

  As he begins to fuck my little cunt, on the monitor it shows that we have a huge spike in the visitors to our site. I love being watched as Daddy defiles his little princess.

  A Fertile Work Party

  Book Themes:

  Exhibitionism, dirty dancing, creampie, breeding, impregnation, sex at work

  Word Count:

  4,747 words

  I hated having to go to these stupid work parties. First of all, I never knew how short was too short, and how much cleavage was too much cleavage. It really seemed to depend on how hot you were, and how old you were. If you’re a sixty year old woman, you could get away with anything, but they seemed to expect the twenty year olds to dress like a nun.

  But I didn’t care that much. I wanted to look hot, damn it. I hated having to look frumpy every day at work, so I spent way too much time getting my hair dyed and my makeup done just right. Smokey eyelids, way too heavy mascara, pink blush, a little bit of lip gloss... Yea, I looked pretty good.

  Especially with how my navy dress showed off my breasts, and the silver necklace lured the gaze down towards that valley. Scandalous? Maybe a little. Slutty? A tad.

  Hot as fuck?

  Oh, definitely.

  I walked into the Christmas party, single and lonely and ready to use my two drink tickets to get plastered. I’d tried to work it all out ahead of time, what drinks I could order that were both borderline socially acceptable at a business function, and which would get me drunk enough that I wouldn’t hate every second of my time there.

  Our company wasn’t very big, but we were still going all out for the party. Rented out a club / restaurant, and by the time I got there, I couldn’t say it was thumping, but it was crowded.

  And subdued.

  People hadn’t had nearly enough to drink, that was clear, and I’d timed it so we were all being ushered into the restaurant. I hadn’t even had enough time to see if anyone I liked was there.

  Aw, who am I kidding? I just really hoped Tony’d be there. He was about the only one I really got along with at the company, and he was fine as hell. I wanted to see him all cleaned up, but as I peered around at the balding heads and gaudy dresses, I couldn’t see much of anything until I got to my nametag at the table.

  I peered to either side of me, finding only people not in my department and I sighed. I was all by my lonesome again until Tony waltzed through the door, eyes instantly on me. I stopped him in his track, his gaze dipping down over my cleavage as I waved to him, and he came to me instantly, swapping out someone’s nametag for his own and sitting on the bench next to me.

  “You look great,” he said, and he looked sincere.

  He smelled like he’d already had a drink or two, and instantly he was motioning to a waiter.

  “White wine for us,” he said, as if we were in a private restaurant and not at a work party. We were a bit secluded, off to the side a bit, and I tried not to wonder about what that meant for me and the promotion I was after.

  But as I drank the wine Tony’d ordered, and we began our meals, I started to relax.

  It was nice at first. We made fun of our co-workers, we talked about our favo
urite shows, and as the wine kept flowing, I was starting to really enjoy myself.

  Tony leaned in as the waiter left our glasses full once more, his voice low as he whispered to me. Though it took a moment for the words to sink in, as I felt his hand touch along my bare thigh, just above my knee. I could have taken it as an innocuous touch, except for how he kept grazing his knuckle up and down the flesh as he spoke.

  “I think you should give me your first dance,” he’d said, the words so much more innocent than his touch.

  But the way he said it, the huskiness in it... that set me on fire.

  How long had I fantasized about him?

  The entree had just finally arrived, distracting me from answering, but his hand didn’t go anywhere. Judith to my left turned and asked me something or complimented the food, I wasn’t certain, because just as she did, Tony’s hand snaked up my inner thigh.

  I couldn’t believe it. People were watching! We were in public!

  He was shameless about it all, looking so casual as he felt up my soft inner thighs, let his hard fingertips roam over my flesh. All while I was forced to make small talk with the boring Judith beside me. He certainly didn’t make the task any easier, but when he leaned back over to murmur into my ear, it was hard to argue with how nice it felt.

  “You look really, really great tonight,” he said with that wine-tinged breath, his voice so husky and low, so deliciously masculine.

  I was trying to act calm, to not let him get to me, but I knew I must have been blushing. I only hoped the dim lights would protect me from Judith’s judging eyes. Luckily she quickly returned to the other person beside her, and I brought my hand to Tony’s, trying to push him away from my radiating heat.

  “Tony,” I said, though it came out almost on a giggle instead of the stern voice I was trying to use.

  He grinned back at me, laughing a little as that strong hand lingered, lightly trailing along my inner thighs up towards my feminine heat. He came so close… but retracted as we laughed and smiled.

  “How about that dance, huh?” he persisted, trailing his fingers on down to my knee, his other hand upon the back of the booth. “I’ve been waitin’ all year for this chance to snag the prettiest lady at the office for some dancing.”

  And even though I knew it probably wasn’t a great idea, it was a good excuse to get away from the table, to find somewhere a bit less risky. Not that I was against flirting with him. Hell no! If I went home with Tony? Yea, I’d be okay with that.

  I let him take my hand and lead me from the table, to downstairs where they were playing some upbeat holiday music that I’d hate if not for the wine. I looked at him, brightly, feeling so nervous and yet excited.

  Tony was a tall guy, broad shouldered and well-built judging by what I could see through his business suits. When he put his hand upon my hips and I wrapped my arms about him in return, I could get a better idea of just how good of shape he was in.

  A nice, hard body beneath all that, so firm and muscular. He told me once he jogged each morning and hit the gym on his lunch break, but our schedules were a bit off so I never got to see the evidence of it. Until then.

  Together our bodies swayed to the music, his natural musk lightly tinged with some cologne.

  “I’m so glad you were here,” he said to me in a quiet husk. “I was afraid I’d show up for nothin’ more than a free meal and some drinks.”

  “Two free drinks,” I confirmed. “I was going to go with eggnog and bourbon so I could have one of those nice holiday fights with my coworkers instead of my family this year.” I was trying to be funny, but my voice was coming out tinged with so much lust. He’d really done a number on me, touching my leg like that.

  It only got worse as we danced, the dark room increasingly crowded with the bodies of so many other employees, most of whom I couldn’t even recognize. The company was so big, after all. But it meant there was little fear of gossip when Tony’s hand strayed low from my hip and rounded the swell of my ass.

  “Mm, I know what you mean,” he said in agreement. “Arguing with motorists or shoppers beats family feuds even,” he agreed with that dry humour of his own, leaning his head down so my smooth cheek brushed against his lightly stubbled jaw.

  Maybe some of them just figured we were married, dating, whatever. It didn’t matter, because I was grinding into him just as lewdly, my face flushing bright. He felt so good, and I could already detect a bit of hardness there against my hips as we danced.

  “I know what you mean,” I purred back, my arms wrapped around his neck. “Especially when I’m still single. Parents aren’t happy.”

  Those simple words were enough to make two things happen: his hands to tighten their grip on my two ass cheeks, and for his dick to jump with a throb against me. There was no denying the interest there, as he moved with me. That big, tall masculine physique so comforting and warm.

  “If I gotta hear one more time,” he began, speaking to me quietly with that gruff, heavenly male voice of his, “about bringing some grandkids along… I’m gonna flip.”

  My eyes fluttered shut as I nod, so aware of the changes in his body. They were, after all, reflected in my own. My pussy was throbbing with need, especially as his hands went over my ass, squeezing those cheeks so possessively. I wanted to tell him to knock it off, remind him that we were in public, but that just added to the thrill. Anyone could see us.

  Oh how I wish that didn’t do so much to me.

  “It’s not that I don’t want kids,” I murmured.

  “Same here,” he responded to me, so brazenly feeling my body as we moved and grinded. My breasts pressed to his chest even as he looked down to admire the bulge of cleavage out of my dress.

  “But if I’m gonna have kids,” he said again, “they’re gonna be gorgeous. And for that? I need a very special kind of lady to make ‘em with.” His hands tightened on my ass cheeks and he leaned in, kissing at my neck right below my ear, his warm, moist mouth suckling at my soft skin.

  My eyes darted around, looking if there was someone near, if anyone could see, but through the haze of lust and alcohol, everything but Tony was a blur. He felt so good, pressed against me, and I sucked in a deep breath, my heart racing.

  “Oh my God,” I managed, my voice dipping so low. I couldn’t help it, though.

  I’d fantasized about it for so long.

  I kept grinding against him, rubbing against him, feeling him harden.

  I could hear his moan over the music, that delightful male husk vibrating against my eardrum as he nipped and kissed his way up to my ear. There he suckled upon my earlobe as his hands felt up my ass, tugging up on the soft lobe only to let it snap back into place.

  “I’ve really wanted to fuck you for so long,” he confessed in a dark, gravelly voice. Only I could hear it, I was certain of that.

  Though I certainly wasn’t the only one who knew he was all over me. There was no keeping that a secret, and even though the career minded woman within me wanted to tell him to knock it off, I so didn’t want him to.

  “Yea?” I instead whispered back, already feeling my panties slicken against my body. It had been quite a time since my last boyfriend...

  He nodded his head as he kissed back down my neck, suckling at that smooth, delicate skin as he felt up my ass cheeks, kneading at the round flesh through my dress, inching it up just a bit in the process.

  “Fuck, I think about you almost every night I jerk it,” he said so crassly, spilling it all to me as he got so grabby, so lewd. “I’m committed to making it happen with you tonight though. I can’t hold myself back any longer.”

  Those words...

  Those sinful, lust tinged words.

  “Tell me about it,” I pleaded softly. “Tell me about what you do at night.”

  He gave a low, guttural groan that sounded more like a growl coming from that big man, with his hands all over me. Our two bodies continued to move, loosened up by the alcohol we’d both had.

  “I go
t that one picture of you… from the team building thing we did. Y’know the one, right? You in that bathing suit,” he gave a low, lusty moan and I could feel his dick throb against me through our clothes. “I pump my dick to that one most every night, you gorgeous vixen.”

  I’d completely forgotten about that one. Our trip to the waterpark, me sneaking off to catch a few rays when Judith had stumbled upon me and forced me to smile for the camera.

  I let out a moan, my entire body flushed hot as I shut my eyes, envisioning Tony stroking himself in front of me. I could tell, just from grinding against him, that he was big. And so hard.

  “Most every?” I whispered towards his ear.

  He’d hitched up my dress so that the tips of his fingers could curl up beneath the edge of it, and touch my bare ass beneath. It was downright scandalous, but he growled in my ear again, bit my lobe.

  “Mm, every time,” he husked back to me. “But I’m not gonna jerk it tonight,” he said. “I’m gonna stick it in you, and blow my load exactly where it belongs, you little tease.”

  My words came out on a moan. “I’m not a tease.”

  Oh, how wet he was making me. I could barely stand it any longer. We were in the middle of the crowd, who knew how many people surrounding us, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, and one of my hands dipped from his neck, instead shifting between his so that it lay against his chest, moving down slowly.

  His lips moved from my neck and ear, right to my lips. He was kissing me blatantly, for all the crowd to see. Our lips smacked, his wine-tinged tongue fenced with my own as I felt out his hard chest, could feel the contours of his pecs and abs so beautifully. He was a real hunk beneath his suits, I could tell.

  “There’s gotta be a supply closet or somethin’ we can sneak into around here,” he growled to me again, his dick throbbing through his trousers not in the least bit inconspicuously.

  “Bathroom,” I suggested, because at least I knew where those were. I didn’t want to have to be looking around all night just for a place to fuck him, and there was no way I was going to wait.