13 comments/ 94159 views/ 120 favorites Demure Ashley Gets Tempted By: RobertKing Jake and Ashley were looking forward to the weekend away. It had been a stressful last three months at the new school. They were happy Ashley had gotten the teaching job she was hoping for, it had been a major relief after the months of interviews. At the age of twenty four Ashley had been applying for jobs for all summer, though her body proved a major hindrance. Ashley was gorgeous; a dance major in college, her body was still tight and toned, not to mention she had bright green eyes, and a slender figure with naturally big breasts. Each interview she found she was quickly dismissed as a candidate. The first few school principals who interviewed politely told her they had selected another candidate, then after a fourth interview with a female principal, the woman opened up to Ashley with some candid advice. "If you want to get a job as a school teacher, you need to be someone the parents feel... comfortable, teaching their children." The word comfortable was a word she paused to select. "What do you mean?" Ashley asked hoping for more advice. "You are smart, and eager for an opportunity, I can see this. Though-" the principal paused again as if to search for the right words "-your, body, may make it difficult for a school to hire you." Ashley didn't generally wear anything revealing, though took the advice seriously. For her next interview she promptly strapped down her boobs with two sets of sports bras and wore flat shoes that didn't accentuate the muscles in her calves or butt. Jake loved her fit body however, they both understood for her to get a job she would need to make herself appear more demure. The fact was, Ashley was already modest. The effort was almost in making her look unattractive. As a shy person there were certain aspects of her life where she showed more confidence, dancing was a skill she always had and what she excelled at in college though her D cup breasts that stood out from her body did get in the way of a professional career. Once hired Ashley took the frumpy dress attire and look to a normal day to day style. With all the stresses of the new job, her period had become irregular and she saw her doctor who recommended she stop taking birth control for a few months. The plan was to let her body regulate and after few cycles to put her on a new birth control that would control the healthy but annoying irregularity in her monthly visitor. The doctor had actually told her after reviewing the results of the tests, it was likely she was more fertile and would need to take extra precaution to use condoms. The doctor's advice, "You will feel very hormonal at times as your body re-sets from being on the pill." "Hormonal?" Ashley asked. "Horny." The Doctor clarified. After a few months of the new job, Ashley agreed the change in attire was a good decision. The children's parents treated her with more regard and the occasional father didn't hit on her as happened so much at her previous school. Things were going well but Ashley quickly began missing feeling sexy and she and Jake planned a trip to get out of town. She loved that Jake was always so supportive and looked forward to getting engaged to him within the next few months. The two planned a weekend in Palm Springs. Ashley packed all the clothes she had been wanting to wear for the past few months and Jake smiled seeing all the skimpy bikinis and outfits in her suit case. That Saturday at the pool was gorgeous. She had picked her black bikini that wasn't a full thong but definitely was a skimpy cut that showed off her ass. Jake always enjoyed seeing other men find his girlfriend attractive. It wasn't long that they were at the pool when Jake realized Ashley had a large amount of attention. Some time passed and Ashley got up to get them some drinks, as she walked around the pool a group of black men standing in the waist deep water eyed her curvaceous ass as she walked in her high heels past the pool to the bar. She is so innocent, Jake thought. She had no idea every guy was getting hard as they watched her bending over the bar counter to order their drinks. On her walk back, one of the men called her over. Jake found it interesting, seeing the large black man talking to her, looking down at her as if he was licking his lips in anticipation. His hulking figure made her look so small. Ashley giggled a bit and eventually pointed to Jake. The black man didn't look but said something that made Ashley laugh and caused her heavy boobs to bounce as she did. She returned with the drinks and said. "That guy's name is Charles. He invited us to their VIP area tonight at the night club here on the property." "Is that what you want to do, go dancing?" Jake asked interested in her answer. "I think it would be fun." "All of them had their eye's glued to your ass as you went to get drinks." "Is someone getting jealous?" She joked with Jake but quietly did enjoy the thought of the men staring at her. "I'll wear something not as revealing tonight. Deal?" Jake agreed and that night Ashley wore her long purple dress. It was not as revealing in regards to the amount of skin it showed but made up for it in it's form fitting style. She wore her hot pink thong underneath and no bra. The tightness of the dress did show her cleavage and, not that they sagged at all, held her breasts high on her chest. That night Ashley was rarely without a drink in her hand. She did drink slowly to make sure she didn't get drunk but the entire group of black men in the VIP area were constantly attentive to her. The club was full and the dance floor was a sea of bodies rubbing against each other. Charles, the large black man from the pool came up to Jake. "You don't mind if I dance with your girl do you? She was just telling me she was a dancer in college." Jake already felt the uneasy feeling of Ashley dancing, if she didn't get enough attention at the pool she soon would if she was shaking her ass on the dance floor. Because Jake was an awful dancer it made him uncomfortable that he could never keep up with her. Jake looked at the two of them, Ashley's eyes waited for Jake to answer. "Fine with me." Without another word Charles led Ashley to the dance floor. Jake tried to watch what was going on but all he could see was Charles' head above the people. On the dance floor Ashley felt Charles' large hands on her hips, making her move to the music with him. With each beat of grinding to the music she felt herself become more comfortable with the dancing. She forgot how good it felt to be controlled and she didn't stop him as he ran his hands down her back. After a bit she felt his hand on her round butt. She took a quick look to see if Jake was watching, she couldn't see Jake and then let Charles keep his hand there. Soon Charles was fully cupping her ass and pulling her pelvis into him. She snaked her body up and down his and felt a bulge in his pants. She knew Jake would not appreciate her feeling this man's erection and pulled her body back away from him. With the mass of people moving on the dance floor she relented that dancing up against Charles would be a must. At that close proximity to his body it was difficult to dance with the protruding member stuck forward into her stomach but she wanted to keep dancing. She also noticed she missed his hands touching her and took another look to see if Jake was watching and didn't see him anywhere, no Jake. She turned around and thrust her ass up into his grinding hips. Like at the pool, knowing they were watching her, she enjoyed teasing Charles. She took his hands under her own and roved his hands over her body always stopping before reaching her pussy and just under the line of her boobs. "Hey, come with me." Charles announced. Before she could say a word, Charles left the dance floor. Instead of standing there alone she quickly shot back to the VIP area to tell Jake she was going to step outside for a moment. Jake was at the bar surrounded by four of Charles' friends who all towered around her boyfriend. She snatched her purse and followed Charles out the doors to the club and down one of the hotel conference center walkways. Ashley couldn't believe she was doing this but her curiosity had her and she was following him away from the club. The hallways were long and as he walked fifty feet in front of her he passed a set of rest rooms and continued further down the hall until he came across a second set. Her heart was throbbing at the deviance of the situation. She wasn't going to do anything she re-told herself over and over again. She was just going to see what he wanted to talk to her about. He had met Jake so surely he would know this wouldn't go anywhere. Just tease him, that's all she was going to. It was a rush for her on the dance floor feeling him hold her hips in place as he ground his bulging member forward into the folds of her long dress and up towards her pussy. It was fine while on the dark dance floor and the material was moving but once she stopped dancing she realized the material had been wedged between her round butt cheeks and showed the cleft of her ass. She saw it in the reflection of the glass as she walked and the dampness from sweating made the material hug her skin even more and outlined the pink heart shaped thong that sank down between the two perfect humps of her ass. Now walking, following Charles down the hall she could feel wetness between her legs. This was more than the light sweat from dancing. Her boyfriend always loved the gap between her legs that showed the neat inward folds of her pussy. Now her pussy was wet with her hormones and she remembered the doctor's comments on how hormonal she would feel. But how much could it really be, she thought. Definitely not enough to make a bad decision. Now she was in the middle of her cycle and feeling her ovulation like a bitch in heat. I need to get back to Jake, she thought. Tonight when we get back to the room, ill have him fuck me, with a condom of course. Can't let these hormones tell me what to do and definitely not accidentally get pregnant. Charles turned around the corner and she pranced a bit faster in her high-heeled wedges to catch up, making her gorgeous grapefruit sized breasts bounce and ass jiggle as she did. Charles noticed both of these as she scampered around the corner like a child hiding from their parents and in this case from her boyfriend Jake. "So you like the black dick girl?" Said Charles as he leaned against the wall outside the vacant rest room and empty part of the hotel. He reached down and cupped her plump ass in his big hand. She pushed at his hand to move it away but he resisted, leaving it right where it was. She decided he had already felt it dancing so it wasn't that big a deal. "Black dick? No." She said looking up at him as her chest heaved. Charles was looking down at this little slut, peering down the mounds of her gaping cleavage. "Well then why come back here with me?" Her eyes shot wide as she realized she didn't really know why she followed him. Had she really been so naïve he wanted to talk to her about something. Tease him she remembered that was what was fun about this. "I just came down to talk with you because you seemed nice and are a good dancer. Besides I doubt my boyfriend would like me talking to you at the club." "Your boyfriend a racists?" "No. Just you're a guy is all." He inspected her as his hand began running small circles around the cheek of her ass, slowly moving the material up. "So you want to see it?" "See what?" Charles laughed out loud. "My cock bitch? You been feeling all up and down it with that ass now we here and you can." This was against what she had planned, yet her eyes moved down to the bulge she had felt on the dance floor. Its hardness under his pants grazing up her ass as she was grinding her hips into him. Charles saw her eyes look and he took her hand and placed it on the outside of his pants where she could again feel the cock still swelling in the leg of his pants. "That cannot be real." She was so transfixed that she didn't really notice Charles working his hand on her ass, he had most of the material of her dress bunched up at his wrist. He felt the skin of her bare ass. She made eye contact with him. "I need to go." But as she said it her hand didn't leave the pipe shape of his jeans. "Don't you want to hold it first?" She wanted to tease him but this was clearly past that point. Her pussy was throbbing as hard as her heart. Her nipples had become hard and were jutting out from the low cut cotton dress that framed her cleavage. As she was thinking about it Charles slipped his fingers down further around her ass and up into the wetness of her pussy. Her thong was wedged in her slit from all the dancing and Charles just ran his fingers in small circles over her lips that were becoming more juicy by the second. She was so nervous and feeling the pleasure of it she didn't stop him when he placed his other hand on her breast and squeezed her nipple. Then he released her. Her body sank down missing the hands once feeling her skin. He walked into the men's rest room and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She peeked down the hall to see if anyone saw her and then followed him. He pulled down the zipper of his pants freeing his giant 12 inch black maglight of a cock, its big plum sized head, jutted out from his body at a right angle. Her pussy was flooding with wetness as she stared at it. "Just touch it, when are you going to have the opportunity again?" She thought about this. He was right, she barely talked to black people let alone had an opportunity to touch a black man's penis. He stepped forward and placed her hand around the thick shaft. Her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it. "Stroke it girl." "No, I can't do that. This has gone too far." But even with her words against doing so her hand ran down the length, feeling its hardness in her hand. Up and down. Up and down. He moaned as she touched him and it gave her a jolt of excitement seeing him respond to her actions. Her hand came to the end and did small circles around the head as she pondered how anything so big could fit inside a girl, and specifically her. As her hand continued stroking him she made sure to caress the underside of his shaft and a bubble of precum came out the head. She ran over it with her thumb, it was enough to lubricate the large head of his dick. Her senses came back to her and she let go. "I need to go. Jake is probably looking for me." "Bitch, you want this inside of you. I can see it." "Stop calling me that." She said angry. Charles stepped closer to her, pinning her between himself and the counter of the bathroom mirror. His cock head pressed against her stomach stamping a wet spot of cum there. She reached forward again to grip it, maybe to stop it from jutting into her at first but once her hand was on it again, just a bit more. His hand on her hip again pulled up her long dress. He reached between her legs again and felt her dripping pussy. Her knees went weak as her body betrayed her and she jutted her hips slightly forward to give him better access. She needed to stop. Her mind was screaming stop this, stop this, you love Jake, what are you doing? She was losing her debate as she ground her hips forward a bit more against his hand. Her breathing had become shallow. Her face was frowning as tears started to build in her eyes. "Please stop. Please." she begged. "Let me go. I don't want to do this." But her free hand was gripping his fingering wrist that was as fat the cock in her other hand. She was straddling his hand pulling it up into her. His fingers were well lubricated from her juices on the lips of her pussy and he slipped a finger under the thong and then inside her. She thought she would cum the moment he did. He pulled his finger out. Her eyes again shot wide. "Turn around slut. Let me fuck that pussy." "I'm not a slut." She whimpered up at him still missing the finger inside her. "I said turn around and put that ass out. I'm gonna shove this cock where it belongs." She needed to go. The purse she set on the counter began to vibrate. She took out her phone, it was Jake. Her eyes met Charles again. "Answer it slut." "Hi Jake." "Hey baby, where are you?" Jake asked with that same caring voice she always knew. Charles drew a circle with his finger, motioning for her to turn around. Why she did she didn't know, but she turned and felt his hand on her back push her down over the counter. She complied arching her back so her pert ass was presented to him. He pushed his cock forward between the folds of her dress where it cleaved between her legs. She felt the twinge of excitement feeling the rod between her legs and lowered herself just enough to feel it slide along her entrance. She reached between her legs into the cotton folds of her dress and grabbed the head with her free hand and pulled it up against her. All the bunched up material was frustrating, keeping his skin away from hers yet she could see the darkened wet spots of the purple material. She tried focusing on the call. "I'm coming back soon, I..." she took a breath of ecstasy as her body responded to the feeling. She widened her stance giving Charles better access to her aching pussy. "Ashley, you ok?" Jake asked. "Yeah, sorry I'm in the bathroom and I feel funny talking." Charles was massaging both her breasts in his hands feeling their round weight and nipples clearly aroused with attention poking through her dress. His whole motion was one of fucking her, gripping her tits as he thrust up into her only being stopped by the clothing still in the way. The guilt was reeling but she needed to feel the skin. No sex. That was too far. Just the skin of his cock, it was so smooth in her hand she just needed to feel it with the lips of her pussy. It was too big to even fit in her so what was the harm with rubbing along her lips. "Ashley, you ok?" Jake asked. For a second Charles thought she was stopping him as she stood up-right, then she reached down and pulled her dress up exposing her toned hamstrings and the perfect globes of her ass as she bent back over the counter and wiggled her ass enticingly at him. "Where are you? I'll meet you there." She felt the large head of Charles's cock glide down the lips of her pussy, wetting itself with her slimy entrance. It felt so good but she knew she needed to stop. This is wrong. Jake doesn't deserve this. He pulled the thong to the side revealing the glistening folds of her tiny pussy. It's opening was so small, he knew it would be tight inside. "Tell him you are about to get fucked slut." Charles said as he teased her with the tip of his penis posed to launch into her. She shook her head back and forth as she looked back at him and mouthed the words 'you're too big.' Charles smiled coyly. "Babe, who is there with you?" Jake asked again. "No one is here. I need to go, I'll be back soon." She hung up. She again stood up straight and then bent over at the waist keeping her legs straight and pulled her thong down, then resumed her position bent over the counter. She looked back with a desperate frown and arched her back as she pumped her hips at him preparing to enter her and then looked into the mirror. How did his happen? "Tell me you want it slut." "It won't fit." She said, but it sounded like begging. "And I'm not a slut." "It will fit, you are so wet girl, you are going to be humping me with those hips. Now tell me." She didn't want to say it, but she needed it. Was she a slut? The cock was so big it would hurt her yet she wanted it. She needed to feel it fill her up. "I'm not a slut." She pushed her hips back touching his cock with her pussy. Demure Ashley Gets Tempted He rubbed the head up her lips lodging it there readying her for penetration. "Tell me to fuck you like a slut." "I'm not a slut." She repeated. "Tell me or I won't fuck you." She shook her head back and forth as her pussy quivered from the need to be filled. Finally she broke. "FUCK ME. Fuck me like a slut." "You got it." He pushed forward, allowing the slimy lips of her labia to open and wrap tightly around the head of his cock. He held it there and flexed the head. She pounded her hand down on the counter in pleasure. "This is going to be the fuck of your life bitch." She pushed her hips back to get another inch of him. She was feeling more full than she ever had. What would she tell Jake? Would she even be able to feel him after this monster was inside her. It didn't matter she need more. She braced herself against the counter and pushed back harder. "That's right slut, fuck that dick." Her feet were shaking; she rose up to the toes of her high heels and then back down as she shuddered. "I want it." She mewed. "Give it to me. Fuck me, pleeeease fuck me." She didn't know she could sound this desperate. And Charles complied shoving his cock into her, her wet pussy making his whole cock sheen with her wetness. He began pistoning into her. Slap, Slap, Slap... She moaned as she extended a hand to the mirror so she could lean up back and feel his cock better as his balls swung into her clit with each pump of her pussy. "Don't cum in me." She half-heartedly begged. Slap, Slap, Slap... "I cum inside my white sluts." "No, I'll get pregnant." She looked back at him with regretful eyes. "You want me to stop?" She shook her head. "Just pull out." "Ill do what you want but once this cock gets working a bit more you gonna beg for that cum when it's time." She shook her head imperceptible. She was loving it, her pussy was stretched around his cock and sucking him in deeper each time. The hormones were getting to her and she started thinking how good that would feel, the extension of his hard cock filling her with cum, she couldn't let that happen, she would need to pull off him when it was time. Still the thought of his hot sperm squirting into her, filling her up, and the rush of getting pregnant, all of it made her start working her hips back. She began rolling her hips like she did while dancing, fucking her self into him as she massaged his cock with her pussy and tried to cram more of him into her with each roll of her hips. ****** Jake had been looking for Ashley for some time. The halls were wide and further away from the event people became more and more scarce with the exception of those looking for an intimate moment. He passed a couple kissing and tried to look away to not interrupt their moment. His mind was still reeling about Ashley. The way she was grinding her ass on that guy on the dance floor. He wanted to give her the freedom she wanted if she wanted to dance with someone but he never expected this. That damn dress, making her tits and bubble ass show out like a like a Playboy model. Thank God I can trust her. He was a ways from the club when he almost turned around to go back but he could hear he heard a girl moan. The thought of catching some club-goers having sex was a bit exciting and he smiled and then took a few more steps. The sounds were coming from one of the bathrooms and he listened to the slut moan and pant. "That's right, fuck me. You like that tight pussy on your cock." Jake could hear the repeated slapping of the bodies coming together. He needed to take a peak and peered around the corner. His view was a bit obstructed and from where they were with her bent over the counter they would see his reflection in the mirror so he stayed back where he could only see the black monster pumping into this slut. "Oh GOD, I love it. You like seeing my ass, you like the way it bounces on your cock?" "Yeah bitch, you be cumming on this dick. You like it more than your boyfriend." "YES! Keep fucking me." What a slut, Jake thought, this girl had a boyfriend and was letting this asshole fuck her right here in the bathroom. As she bucked her hips back into him Jake could see the end of the swaying purple dress and took a further look. He needed to blink again to make sure he was seeing this right as his wonderful caring girlfriend was bent over the counter with this black man gripping her hips as he fucked his long dick into her. Her moaning filled the echoing bathroom as if she no longer cared who heard. "Ashley? Ashley what are you doing?" Jake screamed angrily as he ran in to throw off the man raping her when she extended a hand stopping him. "I'm sorry, Jake. I'm sorry." She cried. Jake stopped confused and shocked. Charles looked over to him. "This bitch be needing it. Ain't that right slut? Tell Charles what you want." She was between apologies to Jake and telling Charles what she needed. She decided which to say. "Fuck me, Charles! I need your cock. Pleeeease, keeping fucking me." "Tell me what I want to hear." "Fuck me like the slut I am! AHHHHHHH YES. YES. YES! I need it, more, keep fucking me." "Who's slut are you?" "I'm your slut." Her eyes met with Jake and she averted his view. "I want you to cum. Please let me make you cum. Keep filling me with that cock." Jake was getting hard himself. He didn't even know what to make of the scene. His beautiful girlfriend, whose legs were spread as she was bent over the counter, continued begging this black man to fuck her like a slut. The guys cock was so long he could see the whole thing pull out of her and re-enter her on each thrust and moan. "Fuck me, Charles. Fuck me with that cock. I need it." "That's right slut, you need this cock." She nodded as she reached between his legs and lightly gripped his pendulous balls pulling him deeper inside her. "Ashley, stop this. Don't do this, you aren't on the pill." Jake pleaded. She met Jake's gaze again. She had forgotten she wasn't using protection. It all came back to her, the lack of pills, her ovulation cycle, being here because she was so goddamn horny. And all the thoughts came together, she did need to feel his cum shooting inside her fertile womb. "Gonna cum bitch." Charles announced. She made eye contact with him in the mirror and had already made her decision. "Do it! Pump that seed inside me. I need it." She didn't care if she got pregnant she just needed to feel it at that moment filling her up. "Cum inside me." "You gonna get pregnant bitch." "FUCKING KNOCK UP YOUR SLUT!" Charles grunted like a bull as he rammed his cock in her. "Here you go bitch" "OH, YES." She gripped the faucet handle as her insemination started. "Ahhh," Charles was grunting. She shoved her hips back into him. "YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS, Oh GOD, Oh YEEEEEES. Fill me up. Make me pregnant with your CUUUUUUUUM." As soon as she felt the steaming hot jets of sperm flood her fertile womb she orgasmed and screamed. "Oh GOD, OH GOD. Oh God Charles," Her pussy spasmed around his cock as wad after wad of cum pumped inside her pussy. Her whole body was shuddering as she came. "Don't stop. Seed me, seed me." Charles couldn't stop if he wanted to as the walls of her pussy sucked him in deeper, seemingly holding on to his throbbing cock as it milked out every last bit of his cum. "I'm still cumming on your cock." She threw her head back and moaned but made sure to hold her hips against him to allow him to properly seed her. "Ooooooh, YESSSSSS!!!!!!!" Jake stood there stupidly as he watched her pussy drip cum from her wet hole as Charles continued his thrusting. The white syrupy cum dripped down his shaft and off his balls to the floor as she rolled her hips back still trying to milk more seed from his cock. Her body finally lay limp on the counter, her legs dangling off with her toes barely touching the ground. Fully inseminated she was spent, the sperm was working its way into the depths of her womb. With a pop of suction, Charles pulled out his cock. More of his cum dripped from her gooey pussy. He gave her a slap on the ass as if to say 'good job.' Charles commanded. "Get down here and clean me off slut." She immediately hopped off the counter and got to her knees in front of him. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked the cum from his shaft while making sure to hold his balls as if she already knew he would like this. Her tongue repeatedly ran from his ball sack up to the head, over and over she slurped and caressed his cock until he was clean. "That's good bitch. Now tell Jake here you are my slut and that I get to fuck you when I want." She looked up at him as if to beg him not make her and shook her head. "Tell him bitch or I'll never give you this cock again." She thought for a second and then looked at Jake. "I'm his slut. I need to fuck this cock. I'm sorry Jake." But even as she said it, she never took her eyes from the cock. She was still slurping her tongue up his shaft until she wrapped her mouth around the plumb sized head of his cock and pumped his shaft into her mouth until she got one last glob of cum on her tongue for a job well done.