David Ingram
HOT PANTS BRIDE
CHAPTER ONE
“Oh, Andy… honey… I’m so sorry,” she moaned softly.
Her legs were wide open, and she could feel the cold leather couch against her bare butt. She held her breath and felt Doc’s big cock push slowly into her cunt. When he was all the way in, she let out her breath with a rush. It felt so good, so damn fucking good.
“Yes, Doc, yes, I do like it,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her ass moving in a slow circle.
Yeh, yeh, Doc Burns thought, she is one fine fuck. I knew she would be good. He pumped into her slowly, drawing almost out, then pushing back in, not wanting to cum too quickly. He’d waited three long years to fuck this little filly.
She grunted with pleasure and lifted to meet each thrust. It felt so good that she just didn’t care, didn’t give a good goddamn at the moment. The only thing that mattered was the fantastic fuck feeling in her cunt, in her belly, and even in her ass hole. The warm itchy feeling filled her puckered ass hole. She put both arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers.
“Kiss me Doc, kiss me hard. I think I’m gonna cum… Aw, shit yes, I’m gonna cum!” she cried, twisting like an eel.
She held him tight, her belly heaving, and gasped into his mouth. It was the best feeling she’d ever experienced, better than it had ever been with Andy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck hard,” she grunted into his mouth, her ass bouncing.
Doc grinned. The little bitch was really coming, and Doc Burns liked it when a chick made it hard. He had a big cock, eight hard throbbing inches, and he had it all inside her clutching pussy. He increased his tempo, amazed at his own staying power, especially in such a tight cunt.
“Is it better than with Andy? It is, isn’t it? I’m a better fucker than Andy,” Doc said.
“Yes, yes,” she cried, tossing her head from side to side. “Oh, fuck yes!”
“How often is Andy fucking you?”
“Every night, every night.”
“But this is better… right?”
“Yes, better, better… keep fucking, honey.”
Doc was amazed at how easy it had been. Shit, she was back from her honeymoon, what was it, one week. She’d taken a week after her honeymoon and then come back to work. Shit, it was her first day back and here he was plugging her on the couch. He’d worked on her for three years before she married, without a score, and now in one day she was lying under him, fucking back like a gold-plated nympho.
Doc had been delighted when she showed up for work. She was gone for a month and the place was in chaos. She was not only delightful to look at, but one fine office girl– only twenty years old, but one damn fine office girl. He was amazed that a girl could get so gorgeous and so well built in twenty short years.
He’d watched her grow up, really, started for him part time while she was in high school and full time ever since. Doc Burns wasn’t really a doctor. He’d made his money in real estate. He owned several acres of land that his mother had left him. It was farmland when he got it, now it was a shopping center. Doc Burns was a real operator, good looking, only thirty-six years old, and almost to his first million.
When she came in this morning she looked so radiant, so sexy, so damn beautiful that Doc knew he had to have her. Her dark brown hair seemed to shine, her brown eyes glowed, and even her darling little dimples seemed deeper. Her tits definitely looked bigger, too.
He let her work all morning and half the afternoon before he called her into his office.
“Getting things shaped up?” he said.
“It was a mess, Doc, but it’s taking shape,” she answered.
“It’s time to take a break.” He took a bottle out of his desk and sat it beside two glasses. “I thought we could have a drink to celebrate.”
“You already celebrated, Doc. Boy, did you get loaded at my reception. Remember?”
“Yeh, I remember,” he said, grinning.
He remembered, all right. He remembered dancing with her little sister. Jesus, is she a hot little piece, nothing like Beth, not shy, not standoffish, and probably not a virgin. He remembered, too, dancing with the bridesmaids, and banging the big redhead in his car. She was an eager broad and had made it to one of his private parties, the ones he held for special clients.
“I mean celebrate your coming back,” he said. He filled both glasses half full. “Jesus was I glad to see you this morning. It’s been hell without you.”
Beth smiled. “Thank you boss. Can’t Evelyn handle it?”
“She’s okay, honey, but not organized. Ten of her couldn’t do what you do. Besides, you give the place real class.”
Beth blushed, pleased to be needed. “Thanks again,” she said, taking the glass from his hand.
They finished the drink and started on another. Beth could feel it already and didn’t object when he pulled his chair close to hers.
“Well, did you learn all about life on your honeymoon?”
“Yeh, I sure did,” she said, and gave him a sexy look. “I’m not the same girl.”
“That’s good.”
“Well, I’m not innocent anymore.”
“You mean you aren’t a cherry now?”
Beth blushed again. “Yeh, I mean no, I’m not a cherry anymore.” She put the glass to her lips and sipped at the raw whiskey. It bounced around nice in her belly, sort of made it tingle.
Doc knew she had been a cherry because she had told him so, told him that she intended to be a cherry until she married. She wondered now, with the booze swirling in her head, why she had waited until she married. On her wedding night, she was scared shitless, but it hadn’t hurt, not much, anyway. Andy had only fucked her once that night, and she had enjoyed it, but the next morning when he took her again, she more than enjoyed it.
They fucked like crazy the rest of the honeymoon, even when her period started. She had liked it then, too. And after they got back, they had fucked every single day. In fact, they had a good long fuck before going to work this morning. The memory made her pussy tingle.
“Remember when you came in here looking for a part time job?” Doc said.
“I sure do. I was a skinny little kid.”
“Not really. You were nifty to look at even then. You didn’t know it, but I didn’t need any help then. I hired you because I liked looking at you. You turned me on.”
“Oh, Doc,” Beth squealed. “I was just sixteen, a kid.”
“Some kid. What we need are more kids like you.” He took her glass. “You need a refill.”
“Just one more, Doc. I’m getting drunk.”
“I like you drunk or sober.”
Their hands touched when he took the glass. A thrill raced down her spine and she blushed. He was so damn good looking, and so smooth. She had quite a crush on him when she first went to work. She still didn’t know how she had resisted him. He’d been making subtle advances towards her since that first day, she could see that now. Of course, she’d been a cherry girl then, and didn’t know how good a man’s body felt. She knew now, and shivered.
He put his arm around her and before she knew what was happening, they were kissing. She melted to him for an instant, then pulled away.
“No, Doc, you mustn’t,” she cried.
“Why not? I’ve wanted to all day, longer than that.”
“A lot longer?” Beth asked.
“When I kissed the bride was the first time.”
“But not the first time you tried,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him.
“Come on, Beth, a little kiss between friends can’t hurt anyone. A kiss for old time’s sake.”
He put his glass on the desk and had both arms around her. He kissed her softly, holding it gently for a long time. Beth felt it through her whole body. The excitement started in her belly and came up until her mouth was filled with it. She kissed back, only not softly. Her mouth opened and her tongue dug urgently between his lips.