CHAPTER 4: Risky Public Poundings

Seraphina Vale (4) 

I thought I would be sated but that was a lie. The burning desire to be railed by Damian roared. My days blurred into a constant throb between my legs. My pussy was always slick and ready like he would show up anytime soon and plunge into my cunt. 

I rubbed myself at work. Slipped my fingers under my desk to circle my clit while remembering how he’d split me open but nothing compared to the real thing. 

His shy act only made it filthier. 

Our eyes would meet across the room as if saying he’d soon be balls deep in my dripping hole. 

The madness kicked off at his house that very next evening. He pulled me inside without words, shoving me face down over the kitchen counter. 

With my ass cheeks spread wide, the hot head of his cock nudged my sopping entrance which leaked juices down my thighs from the drive. 

He rammed in from behind with one savage thrust, burying his thick cock balls-deep in my greedy cunt. 

My walls gripped him hard as he started thrusting with punishing snaps that made my tits swing and slap against the granite of the kitchen counter. 

His heavy balls slapped my swollen clit with every plunge. Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with the slick gush that oozed from my pussy. 

“Fuck, your pussy is addictive now,” he grunted. “Look at you, milking my cock like a hungry whore.”

His fingers invaded my tight asshole without mercy, stretching me while his cock wrecked my cunt from the inside. 

The fullness was overwhelming. In seconds, my body bucked and came like a flood. The floor was a puddled mess by the time I was done. 

He took that as cue to pound deeper as his fingers curled in my ass to hit that spot that made me see white. Another orgasm ripped through me, my pussy gushing again and soaking us both.

Then, he came inside me. Thick ropes bathed my walls and pulsed until it was overflowing, leaking out around his shaft in creamy droplets. 

But that wasn’t all. 

He pulled out and spun me around, pushing me to my knees where he shoved his cock straight down my throat. 

I gagged hard as he fucked my face relentlessly. Pussy juices and his load dripped down my chin, smearing across my tits as I sucked him greedily. 

My tongue swirled around the sensitive side of his dick. He came again, shooting more cum into my mouth until it overflowed and ran down my neck in warm trails. 

***

Two nights later, his truck became our fuck den. He’d texted me the spot and as quick as lightning, I picked my car keys and went. 

It was raining but I didn’t care. I drove through the pouring water, pussy throbbing against the seat in anticipation. 

When I climbed out of my car in a deserted parking lot on the edge of the city where he was parked, rain peltered my skin until my thin dress was soaked. 

Damian was waiting in the backseat of his truck with his pants open and his cock upright and veiny. Precum beaded the tip in a way that made me salivate. 

“Straddle me.” His hoarse voice commanded.

Without a word, I did. Facing away, I impale my sopping snatch on his shaft, sinking down slowly at first to feel every ridge stretch my walls. 

Then I bounced furiously as the pleasure grew. My ass slapped his thighs with wet sounds and my tits pressed against the fogging window. 

His hands roamed to my clit to thumb in slippery circles while the other fingered my ass knuckles-deep to stretch the little hole wide. 

“Fuck, you’re soaking everything,” he groaned, bucking up his hips to meet my eager bounces. 

The dual invasion caused my pussy to clench hard with every downstroke. A climax soon built like a storm and crashing one after another, I broke. 

My body shook as I gushed onto his balls and lap. He flipped me into my back without warning, threw my legs over his boulders and began to pound so deep.

Thunder shook the truck as I screamed, pussy spasming in endless waves. He came multiple times too. His first load exploded deep and then he pulled out just enough to thrust again, unloading a second rope across my tits and stomach in sticky trails that mixed with the sweat on my skin. 

***

The next morning, we took a “morning run” to throw off anyone watching, using that as an excuse to fuck our brains out. 

We met at the trailhead just as the rain started. The cold drops soaked our clothes instantly, turning my tank top transparent enough to display my hard nipples. 

My shorts clung to my ass and revealed a large camel toe. We jogged deep into the trees until Damian grabbed my arm and pinned me face first against an old oak tree. 

The bark scraped my cheeks and palms, biting into my skin as he yanked my shorts down to my ankles. 

Hiking my leg high to hook it over his elbow, he slammed in hard while standing. He delivered fast thrusts that shook leaves from the branches above. 

Rain poured down my back, trickling into my ass crack and mixing with our juices. Every plunge made filthy slaps as his cock split me open. Balls smacked my clit in the downpour. 

My soaked clothes clung to my skin everywhere, increasing every sensation. The rough bark of the tree scraped my tits through the fabric as he pounded with punishing rhythms. 

“Take it, you slut,” he grunted, pounding deeper for his cock to hit my g-spot over and over until orgasms ripped through me in endless chains. 

My pussy clenched hard until cum poured from where we joined and warm juices ran down our legs like a running faucet. 

With every thrust, bark dug into my skin, leaving red marks that burned so good. I screamed into the storm as my body convulsed again with wave after waves of intense pleasure. 

My knees buckled but he kept railing with endless stamina until he unloaded hot ropes overflowing my pussy and dripping out in creamy gobs that rain washed down my legs. 

We pulled apart panting. 

Our clothes — mine especially, were wrecked and my thighs were slick with mixed mess. 

Yet, we jogged back like nothing happened. However, every step I took was a dirty reminder that kept my clit throbbing all the way home. 

Because of the secret meetups, I was a constant mess. My pussy was always swollen and leaking, my nipples raw from his bites as my body was marked. 

I craved him like air and my holes ached without his cock. This secret owned me now and I couldn’t get enough of being his cum-soaked, filthy whore. 

***

I was bent over the sink in the cramped toilet of the dressing room with my skirt bunched up around my waist and panties yanked to the side. 

Today, I had an interview where I was speaking about my advocacy for women. The interviewer had thrown questions and I gave him rehearsed answers. 

We had only taken a break when Damian accosted me in the dressing room. 

So now, here we were, oblivious to the calls outside the room while he rammed into me like a bull. 

The door was locked but voices echoed from outside. It was the staff calling my name. 

“Seraphina? The break is almost over!”

But he didn’t stop. His cock thrust hard into me from behind, each slam stretching me wide. His fingers shoved deep into my mouth to muffle my cries into whimpers as drool leaked down my chin. 

“Fuck, your cunt’s gripping me so tight,” he whispered hotly against my ear. His free hand dug into my hip to pull my back onto him. “You love this, don’t you? Getting railed like a whore while they wait for you.”

I whimpered around his fingers, my head nodding frantically at his words. My nipples ached as they rubbed with every friction but I loved it.

Soon, he angled deeper to hit that spot inside me that made a choking cry burst out of me and stars explode behind my eyes. 

“Miss Seraphina? Are you okay?” The staff called out again.

I forced control over my voice. “I’m…oh…Give me… a minute.” 

“That’s it, take my cock,” he hissed with ragged breaths. “Squeeze me harder. Show me how much your pussy needs this.”

Tears pricked my eyes from the intensity but pleasure coiled tight in the pit of my belly. I pushed back against him, grinding my ass into his hips and whimpering louder as his fingers turned in my mouth.

They tasted salty from earlier when he’d fingered me. 

He thrust faster and now his cock swelled inside me. “Quiet or they’ll hear how wet you are for me.”

The voice outside grew insistent. “Seraphina, we need you back on set!”

But he didn’t listen. Neither did I care. 

He reached around, pinched my clit hard and rolled it between his fingers until I climaxed gloriously.

My pussy clenched violently, soaking up the floor. Whimper turned to muffled sobs as ecstasy crashed through me in torrents.

“Good girl,” he egged on as his own thrusts grew rapid. “Milk me, c‘mon.”

My pussy pulsed hard in time and his own release claimed him with a staggering speed. He stayed buried deep inside while he spurted hot cum that I felt all the way to my cervix.

His fingers slipped from my mouth to trace my lips. “Feel that? You’re full of me now.”

I gasped for air as my body trembled. “Damian…I have to go. This was supposed to be a brief break from the advocacy interview.”

The calls outside grew and they started to rattle the doorknob. Any moment now, my security would kick the door down thinking I was in trouble.

Damian pulled out slowly, cum dripping from my pussy but his hand lingered on my ass which he squeezed.

What they did not know outside was that I was in trouble, but a different kind that involved a heady dose of the cock of my father’s assistant.

And now both of us were addicted.