The Knocked Up Lust Bundle (14 page)

“Please,” the blonde begged. “Please kiss me now? Please kiss me
right now
.”

Wendy obliged her, their mouths meeting in a sexy, tongue-filled dance. Wendy's pert pink tongue slipped through Silvia's lips just as her fingers slipped up inside of Silvia's other set of pink lips. The gorgeous blonde moaned heavily into Wendy's mouth. Her body bucked underneath Wendy, who only fingered her harder. Wendy's educated thumb stayed right on top of Silvia's clit, continuing the hot rotation as her fingers pushed in and out, in and out.

Distantly, the thought occurred to Wendy that the two of them could have charged big, big money just for someone to watch such a display. Perhaps that was what they would do later tonight—for Wendy was already convinced of Silvia's answer.

As if reading the brunette's mind, moaning and pawing at Wendy’s heavy, sensational breasts, Silvia finally acquiesced. She came as she gave in, nodding, her body shaking with pleasure.

“Yes,” she squeaked out, cumming hard. “Yes, yes yes!”

As Silvia calmed, Wendy slid her fingers out of the blonde's pussy and licked them dry. Then she stroked her roommate's face.

“You’ll let me see him?”

“Yes,” Silvia nodded eagerly. “You're
definitely
going to see him!”

* * * * *

T
hey arrived at the apartment two hours later. Wendy had her sexiest outfit on on top of her lingerie.

A tight black dress clung to her behind. A short beaver fur jacket over her torso, displaying her incredibly buoyant breasts beneath her dress. Tight, thigh-high red boots decorated her legs. She was on display—and she knew it, and she loved it. She loved that she was the only kind of girl who could get away with such an obviously attention-grabbing outfit and still make it look classy and elegant. Her beauty was everything to her—and for whomever she was with, it was everything to them as well.

“You’re paying for this,” the outfit said, “But we both know you’d pay me just to look at me.”

They stopped at an expensive apartment complex on the nice side of town. Wendy was impressed—she had expected maybe some rundown house, the wife whisked away on a business trip for the night, something like that. But this was a place for trendy young single people. Every car she saw in the parking lot looked like it cost well over a hundred thousand dollars. 

Silvia, like Wendy, was dressed to kill. The leggy blonde wore a tight yellow dress that showcased the stark tininess of her torso compared to her wide hips and sexy bust. Her leather jacket was brief and existed largely only for decoration.

Strangely, Silvia had not said much since their encounter earlier in the day. Usually, by this point after sexual contact, Wendy was courting marriage proposals and offers to buy her every desire. Silvia, though, remained quiet.

The pleasure had simply overwhelmed her, that was all. Wendy was certain. It wasn't unheard of in front of a beauty like herself.

The two strutted inside the apartment complex and rode the elevator up the eleventh floor. The hallways had impressive pillars and ornate light fixtures in the shape of nymphs and dryads and satyrs and the like chasing each other.

Oddly, Silvia didn't even knock to get inside the apartment. Rather, she just opened the door—not even using a key.

Wendy supposed, for a moment, that she had simply called ahead.

“We're here, Sir,” Silvia called out meekly.

That was...odd. Wendy followed her in.

Inside the apartment, sitting on a high-back chair, was a tall, dark-haired man. He was completely naked, his ripped body was overloaded with muscles.

It was the scar on his face that let Wendy recognize him. This wasn’t Jackson, the easy mark Silvia had mentioned.

No, this was Tony. This was Silvia’s pimp. She had described him several times to Wendy...often touching herself inappropriately. Silvia seemed to really, really love him, even though he pimped her out to anybody he could find.

He stood up. His hulking mass made the large apartment seem small.

God, he was enormous.

God, his
cock
was enormous, hanging down like a third leg.

Wendy felt her knees suddenly go weak. Steeling herself, she let her rage work through her body. Silvia had lied to her!

“Good evening, pet,” he said to Silvia. “Why don’t you come and give me a kiss, like a good girl?”

Silvia eagerly obeyed. Wendy watched with dropped jaw as Silvia strutted forward and then dropped to her knees, crawling forward until she wrapped around Tony’s leg. Leaning in, she kissed his naked crotch, burying her face in his bristly pubic hair.

Tony, smiling, led her up with a single digit under her chin, Silvia coiled around his body the whole way.

Wendy tossed her hair back and glowered at Silvia. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I’m sorry, Wendy.” She didn't sound very sorry, lovingly staring up at Tony. “I had to tell him.”

“No, you fucking
didn’t
have to tell your pimp about our deal, you bitch!”

“You don’t understand.” Silvia kissed his pec muscles. “He’s not...he’s not my pimp, really. He’s more like my boyfriend...or, I guess sort of like my owner. And I want him to be your owner too.”

“Yeah, baby,” said Tony, slapping Silvia's ass. “We’ll have a great time together.”

“I’m not here for a great time,” said Wendy. “I’m here for cash.”

Tony shook his head. “Shit, girl. You’re gonna have to learn to check that attitude.”

“Fuck this,” Wendy turned away. “I’m out of here. You can’t keep me here.”

Tony rushed forward, leaving Silvia behind, and slapped the door closed. His hand, enormous, held firm even as Wendy tugged at the knob.

“Sure I can.”

With a snap of his fingers and a point downward, suddenly Silvia was on her knees below him, quickly crossing the apartment space. Obediently, she began to slowly and lovingly stroke his naked cock while he examined Wendy. Silvia paid no mind to the panic beginning to form on Wendy's face—obsessed, clearly, with Tony's huge cock.

Wendy, for one, couldn’t believe the shamelessness of her friend. It was like the only thing she cared about in the world was happily obeying Tony’s will. That her friend saw her adoring his meat didn’t seem to bother Silvia in the slightest. It seemed, in fact, to excite her a bit, judging from the ecstatic glint that Silvia's big eyes had garnered.

Wendy put as steely an edge as she could in her voice. “Let me go.”

Tony just laughed. “Ooooweee. The girl’s got some spirit, huh? We can get
rid
of that. We surely can.”

This was scaring Wendy now. Get...get
rid
of her spirit? Was there something he planned to do to her—something like what he had done to Silvia?

She swallowed deep and composed herself after a moment. “Just...j-just what is it that you want?”

“Straight to business, huh? I can respect that. Well, the long and short of it is that we fuck,” he said. “And after that, you work for me how I want. You’re a pretty girl. I can use you.” He stroked her face, obviously enjoying himself. Silvia was enjoying herself as well. “Real pretty. Hell yeah, you could be my best girl. I think you could out-earn Silvia.”

Beneath them, between them, Silvia moaned with a sloppy mouth full of cock—as if the prospect of being outdone excited her.

“You can’t just
do
this,” she protested. “You can’t just
keep
me here against my will.”

“Against your will?” he laughed. “You came here to get paid. Girl, I’ll pay you.”

Dislodging himself from Silvia’s moaning ministrations, he walked over to the cabinet on the nearby wall and pulled out a thick wad of bills.

“I’ll pay you as much as you want. You’re a fine piece of ass. Don’t tell me I’m keeping you here, shit. I ain’t keeping nobody nowheres.”

“And if I just want to leave?”

“Go on and leave then.”

He pointed at the door.

“But,” he said, waving the cash, “I got an offer for you.”

Silvia had followed Tony by this point, reattaching herself to his cock. Soft slurping sounds filled the apartment. Tony tolerated it like you would the attentions of an eager dog or cat.

Wendy crossed her arms haughtily. “What’s that?”

“You’re here to make some cash, right? Well, I like how you look. So I’ll tell you what. You prove that you know how to suck a cock, and I’ll give you some work. How’s that?”

“I wanted to make cash
tonight.
”

“Damn, girl. Fine.” He pulled out several hundred dollar bills. “How’s that feel you?”

She took a moment to count the bills, doing a little mental arithmetic. Then, she tossed back her hair elaborately. “Fine.”

With little ceremony, she pushed Silvia aside. The sound of the blonde's lips popping off reverberated off the empty walls of the large apartment.

Wendy took a moment and tried to kneel down elegantly—Tony would have none of it, though. He pushed her down hard, her knees slamming to the ground. She glared up at him, face fuming with anger.

He slapped Wendy’s haughty face with his cock. “You’re gonna suck me now, good girl. You’re gonna suck me dry.”

It was a frightening proposition—given the size and girth of his cock—and also, even though she hated to admit it, an invigorating command for the exact same reasons. It was such a thick, hot rod of
man
. She couldn't even say, in her wildest fantasies, that she had even
dreamt
of a cock as impressive as the one Tony boasted.

Cautiously, she slid her lips over the head—warm, fleshy.

Yummy
, came the thought, unbidden. She tried to force it down...to no avail.

It really was yummy. She slurped down more and more, realizing that at most, she could only get about half the shaft.

Tony didn't seem to give a fuck what she
thought
she could do.

“I said you're gonna suck me,” he said sternly, gripping her hair with both hands. “That means sucking
all
of me, girl.”

With that, he thrust his cock down her throat, hard, bypassing all of Wendy's natural inclinations. His mammoth, veiny member down her throat instantly caused her to to gag and then swallow—and she noticed that he moaned throatily when she swallowed, her body vacuuming down on his impressive cock.

For whatever reason, very quickly, her gag reflex simply disappeared.

His cock wasn't the only thing getting harder and harder. Also getting harder was the ability to deny that she really was made to fuck enormously-gifted men like Tony. The way he just thrust down her throat, the way she deepthroated him so effortlessly, the way he could facefuck her gorgeousness with such ease—it was all so fucking exciting. She felt guilty, swallowing on more and more of his shaft, as she felt herself getting progressively wetter.

“Yeah, girl,” he grunted. “You are fucking hot as hell. You're gonna make me cum right inside your hot-ass body, baby.”

True to his word, she felt his balls tensing upward, his body vibrating—all the telltale signs of a future orgasm. Her plan had been to disengage herself from the shaft—but Tony held her firm, his cock deep down her throat.

Fine, then. She had paid her way. She may as well stick around for the whole ride.

Thrusting harder down her slick, wet throat, he came. His cum down her throat was warm and salty.

It was...it was the most delicious thing she had ever had inside of her. She could have eaten nothing but his cum for weeks. She slurped down every bit of it that she could, and when he pulled out of her, her tongue followed his shaft, gobbling down any droplet of cum she saw. It was a mystery to her—how badly she needed to taste more of him.

He smiled down at her heavily-breathing body smugly—no mysteries for him.

“You like that, girl? I know pretty girls, they like my cum.”

“It was all right. I've had better,” she lied, holding herself and standing up. “But I’d like to wash myself now.”

With that, she fled into the bathroom, and tried to calm herself down.

* * * * *

“O
h god! Oh god, Tony! It’s so fucking good! It’s so fucking good!”

Silvia was crying with pleasure on Tony's bed as her owner thrusted inside of her, apparently trying to wake up the entire city block. Wendy had just started to step out of the bathroom after trying to recover from the brutal fucking her mouth had received—and, much to her chagrin, trying to resist the urge to finger her slippery wet pussy. The thick, hot warmth of Tony's seed sat low in her stomach, feeling just perfect. Now, watching Silvia and Tony's hot lovemaking, she stopped on her way out of the bathroom, hiding behind the door just a bit.

Wendy would have suspected that Silvia's exhultations were some kind of show, of course, put on to make Wendy want to get fucked as well (and she would have been hard-pressed to say it wasn’t working). But, Silvia’s performance seemed completely genuine.

“Oh god, Tony!” she cried, thrashing on the silk sheets of the bed. “Right there! Right there! Oh god! Oh
god
!
You're
my god! Oh baby, oh love!”

Silvia's orgasm was obvious, her lithe blond body lighting up a distinct red flush. She bit hard into Tony's shoulder, who seemed to hardly notice. It was easy to see how he could just ignore a bliss-soaked woman biting him, there was so much muscle-mass in his arms.

“Oh god, Tony...you must have done it this time. I just
feel
pregnant, you know?”

Wendy's eyes grew wide at that revelation—she hadn't known Silvia wanted Tony's babies!

After Silvia seemed to power down, snuggling up against Tony’s enormous mass in the bed, Wendy finally stepped all the way out of the bathroom.

“Hold on there, girl.”

Tony stood up off the bed, sending out hot spurts of cum onto Silvia, looking over at Wendy. His cock was
still
hard...and still shooting cum.

Holy shit, thought Wendy. How in the hell was his cock still hard after cumming down her throat
and
filling up Silvia? He was a machine.