A Fertile Brat Lost in a Snowstorm | free bimbofication story

On the way to Brad’s college, I was driving so far out into the middle of nowhere the only radio station that would come in was a preacher who’s fire and brimstone sermon was more creepy than stirring. I turned the radio off and listened to the snow softly falling on my car. There was no way I was going to college all the way out here next year.

But Brad thought that was the plan, and I had too at one time.

Brad and I had been together since my sophomore year, his junior. After he went off to college, I cried every night for a week. Though as time went on and I started enjoying my senior year, I thought about him less and less.

Without a serious boyfriend, I had more time to spend with my friends. I rediscovered hobbies that I used to enjoy, like photography, but had been replaced by his interests.

I squinted through the snow that was falling harder now. This was the first time I’d been out to visit him at school. I knew Brad missed me, and home. He texted me all the time. His voice over the phone was forlorn though he

tried to sound optimistic. He’d been so excited when I agreed to visit him for the weekend. What he didn’t know was, that this weekend I was going to decide whether to break up with him or not.

Or it could be the weekend we had sex for the first time. I was so unsure.

But I couldn’t worry about him in weather like this. I’d never driven so far north, and didn’t know if my old Toyota was equipped for snowfall this heavy. My tires swerved in the slush, and I suddenly felt panicked. Houses were miles apart, there was no one on the road, and I hated to even check my cell phone reception. If something were to happen, I’d be all on my own with no food besides the half eaten bag of chips in the passenger seat, and no way to keep warm.

I drove slowly, concentrating on the road in front of me. Snow piled on my windshield faster than my wipers could wipe it away. The world outside was blindingly white.

The wind howled, causing my car to sway. I felt small and vulnerable in this tin can in the middle of a snowstorm. I

wanted to pull over, but I didn’t know where the side of the road would be, or if I was even still on the road.

I ran into something with a soft thud. My tires spun for at least ten seconds before I realized I wasn’t moving anymore. Panic rose inside of me, but I quickly quelled it.

“It’s okay,” I said to myself.

I pulled out my cell phone, and just as I’d suspected, there were no bars.

I took a deep breath, stilling my nerves. Brad would be looking for me in a few hours. When I didn’t show, he’d call for help and they’d find my car. But for now, I needed to find someplace warm.

The wind fought against the car door as I struggled to open it. Squinting through the furious flakes, I saw that I’d veered off of the road and driven into a snowbank. I’d either need to be pulled out or for the snow to melt, and the latter didn’t seem likely anytime soon. My cheeks stung with the coldness and my fingers were growing numb. I needed to get inside.

I started to walk down the quiet road. All I heard was the wind howling around my head. There were no car

engines, no voices, no gas stations, no signs of civilization.

Still, I kept walking because there was nothing else to do, and I needed to keep moving so I didn’t turn into a giant ice cube.

It seemed like hours that I walked, though it was probably only a few minutes. Soon, I was feeling so desperate I started to cry. My hot tears quickly turned freezing cold as they ran down my face.

“Stupid,” I told myself. “Stop crying.”

I wiped my face on gloves, then something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was a light, deep in the woods. Maybe someone was nearby. I turned off of the road and ventured between the trees. Through the swirling whiteness, I kept my eyes on the glowing orange light. As I got closer, I realized it was a fire. My relief was palpable. I could almost feel the heat radiating from it. I didn’t concern myself with who may be around that fire. All I cared about was fanning my hands over those beautiful flames.

The fire was farther away, and larger, than I initially thought. It burned several feet high. A few yards away from it was a small log cabin. I walked faster, finally feeling the

heat radiating from the fire. I stumbled towards it, removing my gloves, and finally I was next to it.

“Ahhh,” I said, as the fire erased the numbing cold from my fingers.

As I got warmer, I took off my toboggan, and then my heavy coat. The fire was bringing me back to my senses, making me feel human again. I studied the log cabin, wondering who lived there. Who could live there, out here in the middle of nowhere? Maybe it was someone’s hunting cabin, and I could take shelter there while waiting for help.

“Who’s there?” a low voice boomed through the forest.

Despite the large fire I was frozen with fear.

“Who’s there?” the voice repeated, followed by heavy footsteps that were getting closer.

“Me...me,” I squeaked.

“What?”

“Me.”

“Who’s ‘me?’ Reveal yourself.”

A large hulking man came into view, carrying a large, hulking ax. His face was covered by a heavy dark beard. He

wore an animal skin draped over his body, no doubt from something he’d killed himself. His eyes were wild with rage as he came around the fire, but once he saw me, he calmed.

“Who are you?” he asked, his anger replaced by annoyance.

“Sa-savannah George,” I said, taking a step back.

“Savannah George. How old are you? Are you out here all alone.”

I cleared my throat and steadied my voice. “I’m eighteen, and yes, I’m alone. I was on my way to see my boyfriend and got stuck in the snow.”

“You picked a hell of a place to get stuck,” he said.

“My boyfriend will be looking for me. Help will be coming soon,” I added, just in case he was a rapist murderer. Despite the hardness of his face, there was a softness in his eyes, telling me that he wasn’t harmful.

“What’s your name?”

“Folks around here call me Big Bear,” he said.

“Folks? What folks?” I laughed. He didn’t.

“You can call me Bear.”

“Okay, Bear.” I turned back to the crackling fire. I did not want to get back on the road. “Do you have a phone I can use?”

Bear shook his head. “No phones out here. You’ll have to stay in my cabin until your help gets here.”

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“No need for the fake politeness. It’s either that or freeze to death.” He swung the ax over his shoulder and started to walk away. After a few steps, he turned and looked at me. “Are you coming?”

I rushed to catch up with him.

The cabin consisted of a small living room that was combined with the kitchen. There was one rustic bathroom, and two tiny, wood paneled bedrooms. A large fire raged in the fireplace in the middle of the cabin, warming the whole place. I could hear the wind whipping and snow falling heavily on the ceiling. Though it was short on luxuries, it was a safe place from the storm.

Bear didn’t bother giving me a tour, only showed me the bedroom that would be mine in case I needed to spend

the night. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room when he abruptly turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I need to finish chopping wood, what I was doing when you interrupted me.” He walked out and slammed the door behind him.

I sat down on the stiff couch, relieved that he was gone. There was nothing to do now but wait. Brad wouldn’t be expecting me for a few more hours, and this storm showed no sign of winding down. Who knew when a tow truck could get here.

I suddenly and acutely missed Brad. If only I could’ve made it to his dorm safely, to be with him, wrapped in his warm arms. I’d give myself to him, my body, my virginity.

Closing my eyes, I remembered kissing him in his truck, my hand accidentally grazing his hard, erect cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. He never pressured me to go any further, but once, in a moment of boldness, I unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock with my bare hand.

The skin was smooth and tight around his strong erection. Pre-cum ran down from the tip, moistening the soft

head. I stroked my hand down his pulsing shaft, watching his eyelids flutter from pleasure. Brad pulled me closer beside him, and his fingers found their way under my skirt and pulled my panties to the side.

I grasped his cock harder as he slid his fingers into my slit, sopping wet by now, and found my sensitive clit.

I was getting so hot just thinking about it, and I ached to touch myself. I looked around the small, empty cabin.

Surely Bear would be gone for a while. In the bedroom, I tried to close the door behind me, but it didn’t quite latch.

“Fuck it,” I said, and flopped down on the bed.

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down to my knees. I was wearing my black lace panties just in case I decided to sleep with Brad. Rubbing my fingers over the fine lace, I pressed into my wanting clit, and couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my throat. I slipped my hand underneath, feeling my wetness. My fingers slipped easily over my clit. I rubbed, letting the electric pleasure build inside of me. As it grew more intense, my back arched.

I stopped when I heard something, like a floor creak.

Quickly, I took my hand out of my pants and sat up. I held

my breath for a while, listening. When I heard nothing else, I went back to what I was doing.

Rubbing myself with renewed vigor, I was close to cumming. I grabbed one of my tits, pulling on my nipple as I was overcome with ecstasy.

There was another noise, this time right outside my door. I froze and looked towards it. There was Bear, staring at me through the crack of the open door. My first thought was to pull my hand away from my pussy and cover myself.

But I was so close to cumming, and there was something so hot about him watching. I don’t know why, but I continued rubbing my clit. I looked straight at him as I moaned and squirmed on the bed. I opened my legs further, giving him a better view of the action. The desire was apparent in his eyes. I pressed into my clit harder, rubbing in small circles. The pleasure rose faster and faster and I spurred it on with my touch.

I brought myself to orgasm. Delicious tendrils of heat traveled through my body, causing my muscles to spasm and twitch. I grabbed my tit while riding the orgasm.

When it was over, I was suddenly embarrassed, realizing what I’d done. Bear watched me as I quietly pulled my pants back up and buttoned them. He pushed the door open, causing my breath to catch in my throat. He was holding a limp animal carcass.

“I killed a deer for our dinner,” he said, then shut the door back behind him.

While Bear rattled around the kitchen, I laid on the bed absolutely mortified. I alternated between asking myself what I’d just done and praying that someone would come for me. I stayed in that room for what seemed like hours.

The sunlight outside grew dim, and the storm raged on. I knew no one would come for me until the morning, at least.

The smell of cooking meat infiltrated my nostrils. My stomach rumbled. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Without bothering to knock, Bear flung the door open.

“It’s ready,” he said.

A new wave of embarrassment flooded over me, but my hunger won out. Two places were set at the wooden kitchen table. Bear busied himself at the stove while I sat down. Without a word or any ceremony, he dumped strips of

grilled deer meat and potatoes onto my plate, then turned back to the stove.

My stomach roared while I politely waited for him to sit down. When he turned around to fill his own plate, he said, “What are you waiting for?”

“For you,” I said.

“Why?”

He filled his plate with a heaping portion and sat down across from me. I hungrily stabbed a potato with my fork and brought it to my mouth. It was buttery and just salty enough. Next, I went for the meat, but I didn’t have a knife.

When I asked Bear for one, he again asked, “Why?” then picked up a piece of meat with his fingers and tore into it with his teeth.

I followed his lead, devouring the food with no regard for table manners. Soon, my plate was nearly empty and my stomach was filled. I felt it was time to address the elephant in the room.

“Um, Bear?” I said.

He grunted in reply.

“I’m sorry about earlier.”

“About what?” he said.

My cheeks blushed crimson. “About earlier. What I was doing, in the bedroom.”

Bear chewed his meat. “Why are you sorry?”

“I should’ve stopped. I shouldn’t have been doing that in the first place.”

Bear picked up his mug and took a long drink. “You don’t have to be sorry about anything out here. More meat?”

I shook my head. “I’m so full. But it was delicious, thanks.”

I watched Bear help himself to more meat and continue to eat. I wondered what we’d do together in this tiny cabin for the rest of the night. There was no TV, no radio. I thought maybe I had an old magazine in my purse.

Bear abruptly picked up both of our plates and dropped them in the sink. Then, faster than I knew what was happening, he walked over to me, lifted me out of my seat, and flung me over his shoulder.

I beat at his broad back with my fists. “What are you doing?”

Bear only grunted. He walked into his room and threw me down on the bed. I scrambled to sit up, but his heavy body was on top of me in an instant. His large hands pawed at my shirt, pulling it down so my breasts nearly fell out. He tasted my bare skin, leaving wet kisses all over my chest. As he made his way up my neck, his beard was so scratchy I could just imagine the red marks he was leaving.

“What are you doing?” I repeated.

He answered by kissing me. His tongue wrestled past my lips, and he grunted while he explored my mouth. I pressed against his chest with my hands, but he was immovable. His mouth tasted of deer meat, tobacco, and firewood. I struggled under him until I felt his hard erection rubbing against the inside of my leg, and my pussy started to gush.

I submitted to him, opening my mouth wider. He grabbed one of my breasts, which fit easily in his broad hand. I could feel through the fabric of his pants that his cock was just as large as every other part of him. After repositioning my hips, the head of his erection hit up against my clit, and I moaned into his mouth.

He didn’t bother taking my clothes off. Instead, he ripped my shirt down the middle, throwing it off of me. To prevent him from ruining my bra, I quickly took it off myself.

The cold air of the cabin caused my nipples to harden. He looked down at my exposed body. I felt so tiny under him.

With his rough and calloused hands, he massaged the smooth skin of my breasts. When he put one of my nipples in his mouth, pleasure shot down to my pussy, making me even wetter.

As he sucked my nipple, he wedged his hand between my legs, stimulating my clitoris. His hand was large and strong against me. I ground into it, intensifying the sensation. Brad was the only other man who’d touched me like that, but not with the same need or ferocity. It was obvious Bear had been alone in the wild for a long time, and hadn’t had the companionship of a woman.

I was close to cumming as I ground harder into his hand. Looking at his gruff beard covered face, his broad chest and shoulders, I wanted him badly, this wild man, this barbaric mystery.

An orgasm originated in my clitoris and flowed through my body, causing me to tremble softly. He smiled as I spasmed from pleasure, the first time I’d ever seen him smile. He came up and kissed me heavy on the mouth, tweaking my nipple. Pussy juices gushed into my panties.

My hands fumbled at the buttons of his flannel shirt.

He helped me remove it. Without clothing, his body looked even bigger. Immense muscles rippled across his chest, down his abdomen and arms. There was no fat on him at all.

I ran my hands over him, feeling the slopes of his body.

He unbuttoned my pants, and I sat up as I pulled them off, along with my panties. Standing on my knees in front of him, I was dripping with excitement. With a giant finger, he separated my pussy lips, then felt around my wet slit. I loved the way his hands were rough against my delicate skin.

He moved his fingertip to my clitoris, and watched my face twist in delight. As he rubbed me, Brad’s face flashed in front of my eyes. It looked like I wouldn’t be giving him my virginity. I didn’t feel regret. Bear was showing me that my time with Brad was over.

Bear positioned two fingers at the opening of my pussy, then eased them up inside of me. I gasped, feeling the stretch. I’d never had anything that large inside of me.

He inserted them slowly, and once they were all the way in, I was wild with desire. Bear thrust, and electric pleasure shot through me.

Wrapping his other arm around my waist for leverage, he started fingering me, faster and harder. I grabbed onto his massive biceps, holding on for dear life as my legs trembled from ecstasy and threatened to give out. He buried his face in my neck as he plunged his fingers in my pussy until I was on the brink.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him tight, as I came again, delicious pleasure rising up in my belly. Bear didn’t flinch as my fingernails dug into his back or I moaned loudly in his ear.

He held me for a moment as I panted. My body was limp from the exertion. He’d made me pliable. He’d made me his.

My hands traveled down his muscular stomach to the top of his pants. I was ready to see what I was dealing with,

and I hoped I could handle it. Biting my lip, I pulled the zipper down, then reached inside. I couldn’t help but gasp when I grabbed his thick cock. My hand barely fit around it.

When I pulled it out of his pants, I saw the endless length. I gulped. Was my smaller than average body equipped for this? Looking up, I saw the yearning in his eyes, and I knew there was no turning back now.

His cock pulsated as I caressed the head. Bending down, I opened my mouth wide and took the head in my mouth. Bear tangled his hands in my hair and groaned. I thought maybe I could hold him off for a while by sucking his dick, but my mouth could only stretch so wide. I opened my throat, and pushed down, but I only got less than half of the shaft in.

Bear didn’t seem to mind. His hands tightened around my hair and he groaned. I ran my mouth up and down his cock, as best as I could. Soon, he was wet with my saliva.

My mouth and throat had adjusted to his size, and I was starting to enjoy his sweet salty taste. His skin was like velvet on my tongue.

I sucked him vigorously, and I was soon turned on again. My inner thighs were moist from my dripping pussy juice. I came up, and he immediately laid down on his back, his huge cock pointing straight up to the ceiling, then grabbed me around the waist, easily lifting me into the air and sitting me on him.

Poised over his gigantic cock, I took a deep breath.

“Are you a virgin?” he said.

I nodded my head.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle,” he said, stroking my hair.

I slowly lowered down onto him, first taking the large, bulbous head, and then the rest of him, inch by inch. At first, my body seemed to be stretching beyond capacity, and I cried out as I sat down further onto him. Finally, I had nearly all of him inside of me.

“Okay?” he asked.

I nodded again.

He gripped my hips and began rocking me back and forth on his cock. There was a sting of pain, but as my body loosened and I grew wetter it was soon replaced by a deep, sublime pleasure.

Aware of my enjoyment, he rocked me harder. Desire filled me and I started moving my hips, grinding into him right where it felt good. A warmth started in my pussy and spread throughout my body. My muscles clenched and I came intensely, screaming out into the wilderness.

The orgasm was still rippling through me when Bear grabbed hold of my waist and with great fervor flipped me over on my back, all while his cock remained inside of me.

From there, he started fucking me mercilessly. As his huge cock pounded inside of me, I came so many times it was like one constant orgasm.

My body felt small and helpless as he ripped into me, my muscles weak from the pleasure. His pelvis collided into mine as I took his whole cock. I was amazed at what my body was capable of.

His breathing came faster and heavier next to my ear.

It was clear he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. Then, I realized too late that we weren’t using any protection, and I wasn’t on birth control.

“Bear!” I yelled.

All he did was grunt and continue slamming into me.

“Bear, I’m not...”

He let out a long, low grown, and my pussy filled with his warm, creamy cum. I shut my eyes closed tight, imagining his seed burrowing into my womb. He’d gotten me pregnant, I just knew it.

The next morning, a policeman showed up looking for me. I requested a tow truck, and declined a ride back into town. The small cabin was filled with the salty, savory scent of bacon frying and coffee brewing. Bear and I sat down to breakfast, tearing into our food with no regard for useless table manners. I couldn’t wait to raise our baby here in the wild, with him.

A Fertile Brat Gets Hacked

The intern thought no one was around when she sat at her desk, opened her top to bare more cleavage, and snapped a selfie. It was around lunch time, and the office was mostly empty. But what she didn’t know was that from my office I had a clear view to her desk.

Anna was nineteen years old, fresh out of high school, and attending the local community college. I knew I was going to hire her as soon as she walked in to the interview in that short skirt, and the buttons on her blouse about to pop from the strain of her tits. She’d sat down in the chair in front of my desk, carefully crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Only once I got a glimpse of her pink panties. I could only imagine that sweet little snatch underneath them.

Now she held her phone under her desk. After looking around to make sure she was alone, she spread her knees apart and the flash went off. Whoever she was taking these pictures for was a lucky bastard. And I had to wonder, if she was taking pictures like these at work, there was no telling what else was on that phone.

Other than take pictures of herself and text constantly, I didn’t know what else she did here. The managers gave her menial tasks to do, but she had plenty of time on her hands. I knew this because every time I walked by her desk she was looking at Facebook. Still, her tiny hourly wage was worth being able to watch her perky tits bounce as she walked past my office to the kitchen several times a day.

She got up from her desk, clutching her phone. She was probably going to the bathroom to take even more intimate pictures. Damn, I thought. I wondered if there was any way I could get my hands on that phone.

I drummed my fingers on my desk, my dick gradually softening. I was her boss, I could tell her I needed to confiscate her phone. But that didn’t make any sense, and she could clean it before I got a hold of it. I could grab it while she wasn’t looking, but she always had it on her, usually in her hand, so that wouldn’t work either.

I was driving my self crazy, imagining Anna’s self portraits, how hot they must be, and how I’d never be able to see them. Then, I saw him. Chris, our IT guy was making

his rounds around the office, installing new software on each computer. The wheels started turning in my head. I’d heard a lot about people getting hacked, private documents and photos being leaked. I had no idea how any of it worked, but I was sure Chris did.

Chris was a tall, gangly guy covered with tattoos. He didn’t talk much to anyone else in the office. He mostly sat at his desk listening to music or playing a computer game until someone needed him to unfreeze their computer.

I opened my office door and called out to him, causing him to jump.

“Hey, Mr. Tasmin,” he said, nervously.

“Do you have a minute to talk?” I opened the office door further.

“S-sure,” he stuttered.

Inside my office, I invited him to sit down on the leather couch in front of my desk. His back was straight as a rod, and he was starting to sweat. Christ, this guy needed more social interaction.

“You’re doing a great job here, Chris, just great,” I lied.

He was just as worthless as the rest of them.

“Thank you, sir,” he said, gaining some confidence.

“You know, I’ve been here for over two years, and I’ve never had a raise-”

“Chris,” I said, purposely cutting him off. “Do you ever do any freelance work?”

His face burned red. “Yes, um. It said in my contract I could do that.”

“That’s perfectly all right. I wanted to hire you for something.”

“Oh, yeah, sir. Whatever you need.”

“Great,” I said. I got up and closed the blinds on the windows, then sat on my desk in front of him. “This is a very sensitive matter, so I’ll need your absolute discretion.”

“Of course, sir. What’s the job?”

“What do you know about hacking? Say, if someone wanted to retrieve personal documents or, let’s say, photos from someone’s cell phone.”

Chris smiled, squinting his eyes and studying my face.

“That’s pretty illegal.”

“Right. But no one would ever get caught. No one.”

“I don’t know, sir. I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Bullshit,” I said.

The smile erased from his face, and he was silent.

“Five grand,” I said.

Chris’ eyes grew wide, then he quickly composed himself.

“Six,” the little shit said.

“Fine, six.” I reached out to shake his hand.

“I won’t let you down,” he said.

He started to pull away, but I gripped his hand tightly.

“Remember, if I go down, you go down.”

His eyes darkened with fear, which was just what I wanted to see. “Yes, sir.”

I told him to come back to my office after work so we could discuss the details. When I told him who the target was, he said, “Anna, hell yeah. Can I download some of the pictures to my computer?”

“That might be too risky,” I said. “We’ll see.”

Chris went on to talk about something called the Cloud and threw out words like ‘data storage’ and ‘password cracking.’ I just shook my head, barely listening.

“How long will it take?” I asked.

“Depends,” he said, shrugging. “If her password’s simple, hours, minutes. If it’s stronger with numbers, special characters and all that, it could be weeks or month.”

Weeks or months? I didn’t know if I could wait that long.

“If it takes that long, you’re not getting paid anymore,” I told him.

That evening I went home trying to get my mind off of my little side project. I’d done a pretty good job of forgetting about it, and was halfway through some take out Chinese food and a beer when my phone rang. It was Chris.

“It’s done, dude,” he said.

“Done?”

“Turns out her password was hella simple. Anna.”

“You got her photos?”

“Yes, and damn. Worth every bit of that six grand.”

“When can you get them to me?”

“Already emailed them to you. Enjoy,” he said, and hung up.

I clicked the phone off, then calmly finished my beer. I had her, on my computer. I almost didn’t want to look, to

keep the mystery and suspense alive.

Almost.

After firing up my laptop I logged into my work email.

There at the very top was a message from Chris. I could hardly keep from smiling as I clicked on it.

There were so many photos, the email took a long time to load. I patiently waited for each photo to download before I got started. I knew once I started looking at that young, hot body, I wouldn’t want to stop.

Finally, it all loaded, and I started my journey. The first several photos were fully clothed, which were still hot, with plenty of cleavage. I kept scrolling, savoring each one, then came to a full stop when I saw those beautiful tits. In this photo, Anna was lying in bed, her hair spread out on the pillow underneath her, her arm under her naked tits squeezing them together.

They were just as beautiful as I’d imagined, large, full, and milky white with two perfect pink nipples in the middle.

I kept scrolling. There was a beautiful photo of her by the window wearing jeans and naked from the waist up. I saw how her tits were shaped like pendulums, and how toned

and flat her stomach was. My eyes feasted on more photos bearing her tits. One of the sexier ones was of her wearing a low cut shirt and no bra with only one nipple exposed.

I kept scrolling, hungrily. My dick shot straight up when I came to a photo of her wearing a T-shirt, and no pants or panties. Her hot little slit was completely hairless, and just as beautiful as the rest of her. I wished so bad to stick my tongue in that slit, to taste her sweet juice. The next photo was of her in the same T-shirt, this time turned around showing that gorgeous ass. She was bent over slightly, and I could see the outline of her pussy lips from behind. I imagined grabbing her by the waist and shoving my cock inside of her.

Looking at these photos, it wasn’t just the nudity that gave me a thrill, it was the fact that I wasn’t supposed to see them. I felt like a voyeur, standing outside of her window and sharing in her intimate moments with her knowing.

I sped through a few bikini shots, some pictures of her lunch, and other trivial things, then finally started getting to more of the good stuff.

There she was, lying back on a couch, her tits hanging out over her shirt, completely naked from the waist down.

Her legs were open, and with her fingers she spread open her pussy lips. I licked my lips staring at the pale pink flesh, the beautiful nub of her clitoris.

Scrolling on, I found that that was just the first photo in that same shoot. In the next shot, she covered her clit with two fingers, her eyes closed and her mouth open in pleasure. Next, with the other hand, she held her pussy lips open, exposing the opening of her pussy beneath the delicate folds. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips pursed.

Naughty minx.

Then, with her fingers still on her clit, she held the tip of a dildo to her mouth, smiling teasingly. Quickly I scrolled down. In each subsequent photo, she brought the dildo closer and closer to where it was meant to go. I imagined being the guy receiving those photos, my heart pounding and salivating with each text.

Finally, she held the dildo at the opening of her pussy, her other hand wrapped around a perfect tit, and in the next one, she shoved it in. I stared at that picture for a long time,

stroking my cock. I continued to scroll, and it was like a flip book of her fucking herself with the dildo. At one point she turned around and was on all fours, fucking herself from behind. At that angle I could see her perfect little asshole, and I thought of how tight it was.

I imagined guiding my dick into her ass while she fucked herself with the dildo, gently nudging it in, and feeling that slight pop once I got the head in. I’d wrap my arm around her waist, and rub her wet clit with my fingers while I eased farther into her, gently at first. Then, once I was sure she could take it, I’d gradually pick up speed, until I was pounding her into submission.

Of course, I’d want to sample her pussy too. I’d pull the dildo out of her, dripping wet with her juices, then shove my cock in, feeling the soft, velvet warmth. I stroked my cock faster, imagining filling her pussy completely, her moans of pleasure as I slammed into her g-spot.

As I was getting close to cumming, my fantasy took a surprising turn. I imagined how I wouldn’t pull out when I finished, how I’d fill her full of my cum, shoot it straight up

into her womb where my seed would take root, her belly would swell, and she’d be mine, all mine.

I came with such intensity I was temporarily blinded.

After cleaning myself up, I switched off my computer. My head was still swimming with visions of the intern’s tits and pussy. And I couldn’t stop thinking about taking her for my own, and getting her pregnant.

The next day I sat in my office, unable to get any work done. All I could do was stare at her. It didn’t help that she was wearing a tight white sweater and even tighter black pants. I wanted nothing more than to peel that sweater off of her, and wrap my mouth around her sweet pink nipple.

It was late afternoon. I’d held out all day, but I couldn’t wait anymore. I opened up the email from Chris, and started scrolling through the photos of her exposed body. Every now and then while I was looking, she walked by my office to the kitchen, her hips swaying and tits bouncing.

I wanted her so bad I could taste her.

My dick was soon getting so hard it strained against my pants, and there was nothing I could do for it here at work. I closed out of her photos and tried to concentrate on

my notes for an upcoming presentation. It took several false starts, but finally I was able to get my mind off of her.

I had my red pen out and was making a tear through the pages of the presentation, when there was a soft knock on the door. Looking up through the blinds, I saw it was her.

I gulped, then called her in.

Anna smiled so innocently when she walked in, her tits bouncing as she walked. Her waist was so small under her large full breasts, how easily I could wrap my arms around it, pull her close to me and claim her.

“Afternoon, Mr. Tasmin,” she said, perkily.

“Good afternoon, Anna,” I said, a smile involuntarily spreading over my face. “How can I help you?”

“Um, I just, um, had a few questions about this spreadsheet. This field here.” She approached me, placing a printout on the desk in front of me. “Am I doing this right?”

This close to her, I could smell the flowery scent of her soap. I held the printout and looked at it. “Where exactly do you mean?” I said.

“Here,” she said, bending over and giving me a view down her sweater. The slope of her tits in real life were more

beautiful than any picture.

“Uh huh, let’s see,” I said, pretending to study the document while out of the corner of my eye I concentrated on her cleavage.

Eventually, I realized I’d better answer her question or she’d get suspicious.

“Okay, let me just pull up the template,” I said.

I moved the mouse around to get my screen off of the screensaver. When I did, Anna gasped. I looked up at her and I saw her upper lip was trembling. Panic ran through my veins. Glancing back at my computer, there she was, displayed on my screen, legs spread, fucking herself with a dildo.

I quickly clicked it off, but the damage was already done.

“Anna,” I said. My voice was shaking, I was sweating. I couldn’t decide whether to make up some outlandish lie or own up to the truth. “Anna, I-”

Her lip was trembling harder now. Tears were starting to fill her eyes.

“Look, have a seat. I can explain.” I led her over to the leather couch. She sat down stiffly. “Fuck,” I said, running my fingers through my hair. Could I go to prison for this?

“Mr. Tasmin,” she said, her voice barely audible.

“I know, I know, I-uh...” I was at a loss for what to say.

Suddenly, Anna burst into tears. She doubled over, burying her face in her hands. I started to pat her on the back, then stopped myself, wondering if it was appropriate to touch her.

“There, there,” was all I said.

She straightened up, flinging her hair back. “I’m sorry, Mr. Tasmin,” she exclaimed.

I was shocked. “Okay, so, um, you’re sorry?”

“I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to take them at work. He makes me.”

“Who makes you?”

“My boyfriend. He always talks me into it. I know I shouldn’t do it.”

I cleared my throat, still confused. “Right, it’s against, um, workplace etiquette.”

“I knew I’d get caught. I told him I would.”

Slowly it started to dawn on me that I could get out of this unscathed if I just played my cards right.

“Everyone eventually gets caught,” I said.

“That’s what I told him. I’m not that kind of girl, Mr.

Tasmin. You have to believe me. I’m still...” she glanced around, lowering her voice, “a virgin.”

“A virgin, really?” I said. “Okay, well, I won’t write you up this time...”

“And please, don’t tell my dad.” Anna sniffled. “If he found out, he’d stop paying for my school and my apartment.” She looked up at me, her eyes pleading.

I had this girl in the palm of my hand. I was in the position to get anything I wanted from her.

“It might be for the best to tell your father,” I said, softening my eyes with fake sympathy.

“No! Please don’t. Please, I’m begging you.”

“You need to learn your lesson, Anna.”

“I’ll still learn it. I promise. I’ll do anything. Extra work.

I’ll pick up your dry cleaning, do your grocery shopping.”

I hardened my face, staring at her. “Are you really willing to do anything?”

She reached out and grabbed my hand, sending an electric shock through me.

“Anything,” she said.

From the desperation in her face, I believed she was telling the truth.

“Fine,” I sighed. “I suppose you deserve one more chance.”

“Oh, thank you so much, sir.”

I raised my finger at her. “But you can’t go unpunished. I’ll think about what that should be. Meet me back here after work.”

Anna rose from the couch. My eyes scanned her body, knowing that she’d soon be mine.

“Mr. Tasmin, you’re the best,” she said. “You won’t be sorry. I’ll work extra hard for you.”

I sighed, heaving my shoulders up and down. “I guess I’m just a big softie. Now get back to work and I’ll see you later.”

Anna flashed me the most brilliant, grateful smile before turning to leave.

I watched the clock tick down to five o’clock, the presentation notes sitting on my desk untouched. I watched Anna at her desk. She never lost the nervous posture of her body, and the blood never returned to her face, like I could decide at any moment to tell her father and renege on our deal.

That wasn’t going to happen.

With a few minutes left in the work day, people started shutting down their computers and filing out of the office. Anna waved goodbye to a few co-workers, stood up, straightened her slacks, and walked to my office. I opened a folder, pretending to be lost in work when I called her in.

She smiled at me timidly, then sat with a straight back on my leather couch.

“I’ll be right with you,” I said to her.

I turned back to the folder on my desk, pretending to take notes, while my attention was really on the hallway outside my office. I was waiting for the secretary, always the last to leave, to walk by on her way out.

After a few minutes, the secretary walked past with her briefcase, waving goodbye to me. I closed the folder,

folded my hands, and smiled at Anna. She straightened even further, ready to hear of her punishment.

“Oh, Anna,” I sighed. “With technology these days, lots of young women find themselves in similar situations as you find yourself today.”

Anna nodded, her face a brilliant crimson against her blonde hair. I stood up, walked over and sat beside her on the couch. She shifted uncomfortably.

“What’s important is that you realize your error and move on. That’s what life is, learning our lessons.” I placed my hand on her knee, thinking of her beautiful pussy just inches away, and gave her a squeeze.

Anna looked down at my hand on her leg. “So, what can I do? Have you thought of anything?”

I looked into her eyes, not flinching. “I have.”

“Okay. Like I said, I’ll do anything.”

“Good. I thought I’d get a little creative with your punishment.”

I inched my hand farther up her leg, watching her face to gauge her reaction.

“What, what do you mean?” Anna said.

“The punishment should fit the crime.” I inched further up her thigh, feeling the warmth emanating from her snatch. “You can’t expect me to see what I saw, and not want to have a taste.” Gently, I lodged my hand between her legs, rubbing my finger up where her slit would be.

Anna’s breath caught in her throat and she jumped.

“Are you saying that I have to sleep with you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Mr. Tasmin, this is blackmail. This is sexual harassment.”

I rubbed my hand harder into her. Her eyelids fluttered slightly.

“This is what you have to do, or I’m calling your father.”

Anna sat helplessly as I caressed her neck, running my hand down to her tits, and squeezed one over her sweater. They felt just as perky as they looked. Anna’s mouth opened, and she let out a little gasp. I knew she was enjoying this.

“My boyfriend,” she said. “He won’t like this.”

“He’s the one who got you into this,” I said, fondling her tits. “So you’re going to have to give that sweet virgin pussy up to me. And after I knock you up, he’s never getting you back, I thought. “That’s just how this works.”

Anna didn’t protest when I grabbed the bottom of her sweater and lifted it up, revealing her toned, tanned stomach. She seemed resigned to her punishment. I bent down, leaving kisses around her belly button. Her skin was hot on my lips. I wedged my hand between her legs, pressing my thumb on her clit, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

I pulled her sweater up further over her tits, revealing a simple white bra. They heaved with each breath. I kissed the tops of her breasts, feeling the gentle slopes of her body, then with greedy fingertips, pulled down the cups of her bra.

There they were, those delectable pink nipples. I immediately put my mouth to one and felt it harden in my mouth as I sucked. Anna squirmed against my hand between her legs, obviously enjoying what I was doing to her. I nibbled the tip of her dainty nipple, holding it between

my teeth. It was like the sweetest candy. My cock was already pulsing with desire.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard dick.

Taking one of Anna’s hands, I guided it towards my shaft.

“I don’t know how,” she said.

“It’s not that hard,” I whispered.

I touched her hand to my cock, wrapping her fingers around it. The desire I had for her intensified with just her touch. I helped her stroke up and down, then eventually removed my hand, letting her do it alone.

“Very good,” I said, my voice low.

I played with her tits and nipples for a while as she stroked my cock. It occurred to me several times that I was a very lucky man. It was up to me to make the most of this opportunity. I unzipped her tight black pants. She raised her ass from the couch as I pulled them off of her. She wore simple white panties. A wet spot was forming between her legs.

I knew she was enjoying this.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see that beautiful young cunt.

Kneeling in front of her, I licked my lips as I pulled her panties down. I swear, my dick grew harder when I saw her clean shaven slit, her pussy lips glistening with her juice. I rubbed my finger up and down her wet cunt, separating her pussy lips slightly. Anna laid back in the couch, letting me explore all I wanted to.

With both hands, I pulled the delicate folds apart, relishing the beauty of her pink, untouched flesh. I could see that her clit was engorged and waiting for my touch.

Slipping my fingers around the opening of her pussy, I gathered some of her natural lubrication, and brought my fingers back up to her clit where I applied pressure.

“Fuck,” she said, grabbing her tits and arching her back.

Her body responded as I rubbed, spasming and twitching. The more I worked on her, the more her pussy gushed. I needed to taste her, to see if she was really as sweet as I imagined.

Plunging my face forward, I quickly found her clitoris with my tongue and pressed into it. Her moans grew louder as I licked in small circles. She tasted better than I ever

could have thought; sweet like honey with just a tang of salt. I reached up and grabbed her tit, tweaking her nipple as I tasted her pussy.

My face was soon coated with her wetness. I loved it, being immersed in her, tasting her untouched youth. I slipped one finger, then two inside of her. The inside of her body was supple yet taunt.

Crooking my fingers forward, I found her g-spot and rubbed. She squirmed harder into the couch. Her breathing became more staccato, and the muscles inside of her began to clench. I was close to making her cum.

I ground my tongue into her clit and fingered her harder and faster. I was glad the office was empty when she yelled out in pleasure, her body constricting and releasing as she orgasmed. Her pussy gushed slightly into the palm of my hand.

I stroked her slit and massaged her breasts as her body convulsed with pleasure. When she started to calm down, she looked at me through half lowered eyelids, panting.

“Wow,” she said.

I stroked her hair away from her eyes.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” I said.

She bit her lip, the wheels in her head turning. “I want you to, but I’m not on birth control. Do you have any protection?”

I smiled. “No, I don’t.” I pressed into her clitoris, and a gasp caught in her throat. “But it will be all right. I’ll be very careful. Okay?”

“Okay,” she said, melting under my touch.

I laid her down on the couch and rested my body on top of her. Lifting her legs, I spread then apart, so her gorgeous pussy was on display just for me. My cock throbbed for her. I rubbed the head into her wet slit, coating it with her juice. She was velvety soft and luscious against my sensitive cock.

I slowly thrust inside of her, delirious with ecstasy. My cock caught on something halfway in. I pushed harder, and felt a slight pop, accompanied by a yelp from her.

That was her cherry, I thought with a rush of excitement.

I shoved the rest of my cock in until I was totally enveloped by her wet warmth. My heart pounded inside of my chest. Her exquisite pussy hugged my dick. Every inch of her was filled with lively youth.

Pumping into her slowly at first, I watched as the tight expression she wore gradually softened, and she moaned with each thrust. She grabbed for my chest, my arms, and my ass as I fucked her. I started picking up speed, and I was soon pummeling her with all of my strength. From the look on her face, I could tell she was loving every second of it.

I kept fucking her relentlessly, feeling like a god, and she was my sex toy.

“Oh, God, Mr. Tasmin,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut.

The muscles in her pussy clenched around my cock.

Goosebumps rose on her skin. I kept fucking her while she came, until I felt I was approaching the point of no return.

“You’re mine,” I growled.

Grasping both of her knees, I banged her as hard as I could, my body colliding into hers, and then I groaned as the cum coursed out of me, shooting right up into her.

Soon, her pussy was filled with creamy warmth. I pumped into her a few more times, emptying every last drop.

“Mr. Tasmin, did you cum in me?” she said.

I was breathing so hard I could barely speak. I didn’t need to say anything.

I’d claimed the intern.