Sweet Tarte – Sweet Enough to Eat

I want to wreck her in this moment. It’s savage, but she’s turned me into this animal, hell-bent on breeding himself into her virgin body.

My balls start to seize as I deliver jet after hot jet right into her cervix. My hot seed fills her, dripping out and down as she pants, her pussy clenching again as she cums, milking more of me into her eager womb.

Stars dance in my eyes as my orgasm explodes harder, longer, more fulfilling than I’ve ever experienced before. I feel like I’m delivering my soul into her for safe keeping.

I only pray she feels the same, because right now, I realize, I don’t think I could ever live without her.

7

Victoria

“STAY HERE!” DIMITRI half yells, struggling to dress as the scream of a fire alarm upends our heady sexual moment.

I grab for my own clothes as he manages to get himself put together in record time.

“What if it’s a fire?” I manage, getting my bra and panties on, but he’s at the door.

“I’ll never let you get hurt, I’m sure it’s just a kitchen fire… Just…I’ll be back for you!”

With that, he’s out the door. As it closes slowly, I see a few staff scurrying by and the chaos of the diners panicking over the alarm.

I tug on my skirt and sweater, find my shoes and my purse, and stand there for a moment looking around the room where I’ve just given my virginity to a near stranger.

An eerie feeling comes over me. Maybe it’s the adrenaline drop, but a darkness feels like it’s closing in around me, the pain between my legs reminding me of the risks I just took.

I’m shaking when my hand pulls the door and I rush out and down the stairs into the frenzy. I don’t see Dimitri anywhere, and I follow a crowd toward the front door as the staff help to keep the situation as calm and organized as possible.

From behind, I hear two of the waitstaff talking, and my heart falls to my feet.

“He had someone in the private dining room. He came running out of there barely dressed…”

“He has a lot of people in the private dining room when he’s in town. I heard last week, it was Pamela Reynolds, that model. And Clarice, the girl he fired tonight, told me she heard he had her with him at the Atlanta restaurant a few days before that. He gets more action than Hugh Heffner.”

I feel like I’m going to throw up as I press out into the cold night air with a hundred other humans, as the sound of sirens gets steadlily closer and a firetruck pulls into the parking lot.

I make my way around the corner of the restaurant, feeling like I’ve just run for my life, my breath short and my heart in my throat as I pull out my cell and dial.

“Mom?”

“Yes, how’s it going?” The excitement in her voice only knots my insides more.

“I need you to come and pick me up…I’ll be in the coffee shop two doors down from the restaurant. Please don’t ask questions. Just come.”

THREE DAYS LATER, THE tears are streaming down my face, and I’m not even sure anymore what I’m so upset about. Losing my virginity to an asshole who eats up girls like me for breakfast? Losing my job as a fry cook? My mom’s rent subsidy being cut off?

And now being kicked out of school?

“Victoria, please, wipe your eyes.”

I glance across at Mr. Dudley to find him holding out a handkerchief with his bushy eyebrows drawn close together. He insisted that I meet him here on this park bench, and it’s not like I had anything better to do, right? I mean, my only other option is to stay at home and watch my mom panic about where we’re going to get the money for our rent.

Taking the handkerchief, I draw a deep breath and nod. “Sorry. It’s just this whole situation. And now being kicked out of school? I don’t know what I’m going to do. I guess find a job?”

He sighs. “Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing for what the school has done. I have a meeting scheduled for this afternoon where I will valiantly defend your honor.” He grins, but then his face falls. “I doubt it will do much good, to be honest, but the way they’ve treated you is nothing short of abhorrent. I don’t hold out much hope, but if I don’t try then I’m no better than any of them.”

I shake my head and place a hand on top of his. “You’re a good man. It’s not your fault.”

“They should have supported you more. You have a disability. That will be my argument.”

I’ve already told him that I’ve lost my job. I told him all about the dinner with Dr. Stumps and how it turned out. I told him about not being able to read the menu and then finding out that I was being cheated on.