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I awake your kiss.

Ohhhhhh…that tender kiss! So sweet upon my lips. As delicate as a feather, soft and sensuous. Then another kiss, your lips making love to mine. First the top then the bottom, back and forth, kissing, licking, sucking until they are swollen and hot with desire. Your lips no longer content, full mouth kissing ensues, your tongue finding mine. Hot kisses, demanding kisses!

You stand looking at my tall scantily clad body stretched out on the bed, and then your eyes meet mine. I see hunger there, raw animal hunger. My eyes wander and see your manhood is hard and straining against your jeans.

You admire the lushness of my full yet youthful milky white breasts. Bending, you place butterfly kisses and then a gentle suck to each pink nipple. You see and hear my sigh…and smile.

Never taking your eyes off mine you proceed to remove my lace panties. My bottom lifts slightly to enable you to slide them to the vee of my womanhood. Slowly you remove them an inch at a time down my thighs, past my knees, past my ankles until I lie naked. Still looking into each other’s eyes, you bring my panties to your nose and inhale my fragrance deeply. Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply again and your cock responds, demanding release from it’s restraint. Laying my panties on the floor, you remove your clothing and your rigid cock springs free.

Your strong muscular body always amazes me. Your cock thick and long with it’s large head reaching past your navel, your legs and arms strong and sturdy, your chest and head covered with black hair that I love to run my fingers through, your handsome face smiling down at me as I admire you. My eyes look behind you to the mirror on my dresser and I can see your reflection in it. Your back muscles are rippling and your ass is round and high.

“If a man can be beautiful, my dear Jeff, you are truly beautiful.”

“Thank you, my Sweet, but the true beauty lies before me on this bed.”

I smile up at you and reach for your cock, but you take a step back just out of my reach.

Holding your cock in one hand you say in your deep masculine voice, “Do you want this, my lovely wife?

“Oh, yes, my Darling, I want it.”

“Where do you want it, beautiful one?”

“I want it in my mouth. I want it in my warm wet pussy. I want to feel it all over my body. I want your cock everywhere and I want all of it.”

“You shall have all of it in time, my Princess. Right now I want you to sit on the edge of the bed. Will you do that for me, Rachel?”

I smile and do as you request. You step forward, take my face in your hands and plant a smouldering kiss on my lips leaving me breathless and hot with desire. My nether lips are engorged and my juices are flowing. I want you and I want you badly. You take another step closer and hold your cock in front of my face.

“Do you want to taste this, Rachel? Do you want to feel this grow in your mouth?

“Oh, Jeff, you know I do.”

“It’s yours, my Sweetheart. All you have to do is take it.”

You feel my warm breath as I use the tip of my tongue to lick off the drop of pre-come oozing from the tip. My eye catches your sideways reflection in the long mirror where you pleasured me just a short while ago. Your hard cock stands proudly and out straight from your body and looks so big in my small hand.

“Look at the long mirror, my love, and watch as I make love to your cock with my mouth.”

We continue to watch our reflection in the mirror as I take just the head into my moist mouth. My talented tongue makes swirling motions around the head while my mouth gently sucks. One of my hands is holding your thick cock in my mouth and the other hand is very gently lifting and massaging your heavy scrotum. Was that a groan I heard?

My mouth inches its way down the entire shaft until my lips touch pubic hair. I have all of you in my mouth now. My lips tighten around the root and slowly with suction make their way to the head. Up and down, up and down, stopping to suck in earnest along the way. I’m no longer watching our reflection, but you are. I feel your sac tighten and I stop, giving the head one last lick before you feel my mouth sucking your balls one at a time. Licking that oh so sensitive and soft perineal area, my tongue feels HOT there. I hear you catch your breath and I smile to myself.

Your eyes are closed now enjoying every sweet sensation, when you feel your cock in my mouth again. This time the head is touching the back of my throat and beyond. Your fingers entangle my hair and hold my head close, your hips thrusting, fucking my throat.

“Oh, Baby Girl… Baby! I love this! I love this, but I have to stop or I’ll cum.”

You release my head and pull your body away. Your strong legs are weak and there is a sheen of moisture on your skin.

“Rachel, my Sweet Baby, lay back and spread your legs wide for me.”

You kneel between my legs and lower your head to taste my sweet nectar, then tongue fuck me. I’m so hot and my juices run into your mouth. Suddenly your mouth devours my clit and you suck hard and fast. My hands hold your head tightly to me and my hips begin to gyrate up and down and around. You’re driving me insane! I’m whimpering and moaning. Louder and louder!

“Jeff, Oh Jeff, that’s not fair… I’m going to cum! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…… ………OHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh! My cries are almost deafening as an orgasm overtakes my senses. My body spasms with each glorious contraction and I enter into another world, my breath ragged.

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Climbing over the top of you, my lovely wife, I lean down to apply soft kisses to your lips as you slowly recover from my oral onslaught. Each time our hungering mouths come together, you can taste the exquisite sweetness of your own satisfied pussy on my lips and tongue. Instantly, you find yourself marveling at the highly erotic scent of the honey-like juices that still cling to my lips. You seem so surprised by the arousing effect that the evidence of your own sexual excitement has upon your luscious body as it prepares itself for yet another go-round.

Instinctively, your arms reach up over my neck, while those lithe and powerful legs wrap themselves around my waist trying to draw me down to your prone figure. It is only your lovely limbs way of responding to that inner-need to feel a man’s body pressing against yours. You want to feel a hard cock deep down inside your throbbing sheath.

“Take me, Jeff… I need you to take me NOWWWWWWWW!!!

But somebody has to rein-in the wild horses of your desire – for now. Leaning down, I carefully begin to run my warm tongue around the stiff pink tips of your breasts. On the nightstand next to the bed I can see our reflection in the glass covered picture frame. With precise movements I work to gently trace the very edge of each swollen areola before circling up onto the engorged bud on top. Instantly, you experience an almost electrical sensation when my soft lips finally close down around one of your hardened nipples to begin the most-primal act of suckling. Your nipples look lovely reflected off the glass as I pull them to full length with my lips.

You are amazed by the deliciously erotic feelings, which are being delivered within my hungering mouth. The teasing of my tongue and several cautious nibbles on your ripe titflesh soon causes ripples of excitement to flow throughout your entire body. After several moments of your fingers tenderly stroking through your lover’s hair to encourage my continued actions, you ask with a knowing smile, "Are you enjoying this as much as I am?”

“Oh, Baby, you know I am!”

With my mouth occupied by your heaving mammary mounds, my hand is now free to roam over your lusciously formed figure. I love the smooth sumptuous sensation of warm skin-to-skin contact as it lingers long enough to massage the gentle swell of your tummy. There is a wonderful rippling motion that’s also being transmitted up from within your quivering body.

All your senses are once again coming alive as you can feel my masculine fingers trace down across your lower abdomen before tickling through the sensitive forest of hair that defends your most-private areas. The palm of my hand covers your entire pubic mound as my digits start to slide along the inflamed flesh of your dripping vulva. It doesn’t take long for my trained fingers to find the opening to your very wet slit – with one finger touching those swollen lips and my thumb resting lightly on your throbbing clit.

“Ooooooh… that feels soooooo good, Jeff.”

First one long finger, and then another begins to carefully probe within the heated folds at your dewy entrance. A delicious groan from somewhere down beneath your belly accompanies the slow massaging movement they make while slipping between those tender inner and outer labial lips. Soon you find yourself holding your breath as my searching digits delve even deeper to discover where all of the seeping slippery wetness is coming from. Pushing inside, it’s almost like your pussy is on fire as my fingers are quickly bathed by your heated juices while working their way further in.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, your pussy is sooooooo… tight.”

Originally, my hand was only supposed to ensure that you had the proper lubrication for a penile piston to do its work. But after my inquisitive fingers found you more than juicy enough, they remain inside the constricted cavern to do some stretching exercises, and begin tenderly stroking back and forth along the velvety walls of your vagina in a search to find your elusive G-spot.

“Ohhh, Yesss… Right there. Right There!” You direct.

It is becoming more and more difficult for you to just lay still with my hand so far up inside your seething snatch. Before long your exquisite body is again shuddering with those little earthquakes of pleasure that is leaving my hand soaking wet well past the wrist. Soon another intense climax is bursting deep inside your pussy and spreading out across your entire writhing figure leaving your head tossing violently from side to side. I can only look on in amazement as you ride out the waves of excitement that seem to wash over your body repeatedly like a warm tropical beach. Finally, with a groan of absolute release you clamp those powerful thighs together and trap my pleasuring fingers deep within your clasping vagina, while my thumb continues to rub your throbbing clit.

“Yesss… Yesss… Ohhhh, Yessss!” Struggling to regain your breath, “Whew! That feels sooooooo… good.”

And now I know you are really ready.

But you certainly aren’t the only one as you enjoy the feeling of my erection nudging up against your still-quivering belly as if it were asking for permission to enter. I know that you like to hold my cock, so I leave it in your very lovely and capable hands. Moving one of them up slightly, you gently cup each one of my balls and note just how firm and full they both feel to your soft touch. While this hand caresses the contents of my scrotal sac, your other one glides slowly along my almost seven-inch erection to read every bump, ridge, and vein of my straining cock.

Oh, those feminine fingers feel so fantastic as they close around my solid shaft and begin to carefully stroke up and down its entire length – savouring the hardness caused by, and intended for you. In fact, you even seem to enjoy the wonderfully warm sensation of semen as it leaks from the circumcised tip and dribbles across your lovely tummy in an outward sign of things to come.

“I have to feel your cock in my pussy, Jeff.”

Lusting for the erection that is about to enter your willing womanhood, you spread open your legs even further to help accommodate its size. This also gives me a completely unobscured view of that exquisite-looking pussy as you insert two of your own sensuous fingers to stir up the copious juices inside and spread their warm lubrication along both the inner and outer folds of your entrance. With a beautiful sight like that, I certainly don’t have to be asked twice as I take up my mating position between your smooth and supple outstretched legs.

Then it hits me. “Sorry, Baby, I need to get a rubber first.” But your lithe and oh-so-lovely legs wrap tightly around my waist and won’t let me up.

“We won’t be needing any of those, Honey.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “They are ribbed for YOUR pleasure.” A devilish little grin comes over your sweet-looking face.

“I don’t want anything coming between us – not even thin latex, besides, Jeff, my handsome Jeff, I want to feel it when you cum deep in my pussy.”

How can a guy ever argue with a beautiful woman who wants to share in the incredible intimacy of his ejaculation? “Okay, but if you end up pregnant…,” I quip.

I know it’s best to use the “go slow” approach while inserting myself into the snug opening of your rejuvenated flower. Hovering over your gorgeous body, I very deliberately continue to rub the bulbous tip of my cock across the feminine curve of your tummy and down through the damp forest of brunette pubic hair that hides your swollen vulva from view. All I want is for my beautiful wife to experience a very physical example of the deep lust that surges throughout my body until it engorges my manhood to the necessary hardness. And also give you another chance to reconsider covering it with a condom.

Apparently, I’m not the only jokester in our bedroom.

“Are you having trouble finding the ‘pearly gate’, Jeff? Here, let me help you with that.”

Kindly taking hold of my hardened penis, you gently guide it toward the entrance of your willing and waiting pussy. Running my swollen cockhead between the gaping flaps of your own labia, you take the time to lubricate the tip completely before easing it into yourself. This allows me to gently push my erection down between the silken lips and into the opening of your canal. So, I start to gradually press just hard enough for only the head of my cock to penetrate into the very vestibule of your vagina. Raising those sexy legs up high, you lock them tightly behind my hips and use those strong bicycle-riding muscles to pull my erection down into your clutching depths.

“Mmmmmmm… Jeff.”

Gritting your teeth, those lovely feminine hands grip the bed sheets tightly as my hardened shaft eases even deeper within your welcoming slit. I’m moving into you as slowly as possible while those tight, velvety pussy walls yield only inch by agonising inch to this initial entry of my member. You savour the wonderful feeling of my cock as it gently works its way deeper and deeper into your well-lubricated pleasure channel. After only a few seconds I have to stop since I can’t believe how tight your pussy feels along the entire length of my penis. It’s amazing that a woman who has given birth to two children can still remain so close-fitting around the gradual penetration of my erection.You begin to purr deliciously.

“Ohhhhhh, Yessssssssssssssssssssssss….”

Every inch or so, I feel the need to halt along the way to allow you to slowly adjust to the size of my invading cock. Especially when the muscular contractions of your satiny soft walls grip so forcefully around the entrapped shaft. Soon you find yourself closing your lovely eyes as you try to visualise the swollen purple head of my penis as it moves within the glistening pink flesh of your pussy. It takes a little concentration, but eventually I manage to let your vaginal muscles dilate between each of the mighty spasms inside your lubricated sheath. Time for both of us seems to stand still as I move myself further and further in until finally coming to the very end of your taut birth canal.

“Ooooooooooohhhhhhh… that feels so good… and sooooooo deep.”

When I finally bury my entire length, I pause for several moments to allow your passage to stretch fully and become more comfortable with its occupant. I can tell that you feel a sense of accomplishment in conquering my entire cock, and simply having it all safely tucked inside your pussy is enough to cause your beautiful body to shudder with excitement.

“Do you feel it, Jeff?” You ask. “The head of your cock is up against my cervix.” As if to emphasise it, you roll those sumptuous hips beneath me so we both can feel the tip of my penis brushing against the very entrance to your womb.

“Mmmmmmmm. Do you feel it now?”

“How could I ever miss it, my Darling? It feels wonderful to hit bottom inside your lovely pussy.”

The position we’re in right now is so primal for both the male and the female-of-the-species. I know that deep down inside I have to struggle with the evolutionary imperative hidden in my caveman brain, which selfishly demands that I thrust away madly within your glorious pussy to reach my own sexual release. And even though you are just barely past your own prime child-bearing years, there is still an inner-sense of excitement – and dare I say, an illicit thrill – at inviting a man’s unprotected cock into the very core of your womanhood and fertility? It’s only relatively recently in our history that human beings have enjoyed this sexual union for pleasure and not procreation. But, we still feel the need to breed.

There is a wondrous feeling of man and woman – of a male and female connected on such a personal level by sharing the intimacy of each other’s bodies through sexual intercourse. From my place between your sumptuous thighs, I finally realise why a living, breathing man is so necessary to your sexual enjoyment as a woman.

Perhaps it is such things as, the warm, moist lips panting for breath between each yearning and tender kiss, the soft, curly masses of hair that mesh together to cushion our genitals every time they come together, that synchronised throbbing sensation, transmitted repeatedly through the skin-to-skin contact of our bodies, which ends up being the beating of our two hearts. Or perhaps it is merely the weight and bulk of a masculine form laying atop your delicate feminine one as those long and lovely legs glide back and forth past my hips before draping over my flexing thighs and ass.

For a man it’s also wonderful to feel the human warmth and interaction by pressing against each other in such a loving and caring manner. There are experiences in our bed tonight that are making this event more memorable for me, too, like the reflections of our lovemaking in the mirrors and in the glass of the picture frame, or the tender feeling of your fingernails as they scrape across my flanks and then up along my sides – your soft hands rubbing over my strong biceps and shoulders until their fingers begin to play in my chest hair, until the palm of your hands flatten against my pectorals as if to say, “Stop.”

“Wait a moment, Jeff. You will be gentle, my Darling?”

Brushing the soft curls from your temples, I take your lovely face in my hands and dip my head down to bring our lips together as my silent answer.

Always the gentleman, I wait for you to make the first move. Only when you are finished savouring all the unique sensations from our initial insertion do you finally begin the mating dance by slowly drawing your luscious body down away from mine. Down, down into the softness of our mattress, before carefully sliding yourself up over the lubricated pole of my cock. Muscles flexing within your lovely hips, thighs and ass work together as one to propel your pussy back and forth along my entire length. Learning through observation, I let you determine the speed, angle, and most importantly, the depth of each pleasuring penetration. And then once you’ve developed the desired carnal rhythm, I am able to join in.

“Ooooooooooh… that’s it!” you pant.

Moving within you slowly, I allow you to gradually build up towards yet another wonderful climax. Oh, your pussy feels so incredibly hot and wet around my shaft that all I want to do is plunge my hardened cock in and out of your tight-fitting sheath. It isn’t long before you begin to shudder and buck under me as my rigid shaft brushes against your throbbing clit while sliding backwards and forwards through the slippery folds of your pussy, leaving that sexy-looking body of yours to simply tremble beneath me as I continue to drive my penis down into the heated depths of your vagina.

“Ohhhhh, that feels so good, Jeff!”

Our ardent lips come together in a passionate kiss, as my tongue presses into your yearning mouth. There, you begin sucking my tongue in the same way that your satiny pussy is now milking my erection from the base all the way up to the very tip. It’s no wonder that I also experience this amazing sensation when your talented lips work up and down the shaft while sucking my cock.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” I moan.

Our room is absolutely coming alive with the sights, sounds and even smells of heated sex. As we writhe on the bed, this beautiful sexual ballet is accompanied by a veritable orchestra in the form of a crescendo of creaking bedsprings, the musical squishing noise of your slippery ‘C’ cleft, that drum roll of my balls against your lovely rounded ass – and of course, the operatic moans performed by my sexy-looking brunette soprano.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh, Yes!” you pant

It’s a wonder that the neighbours haven’t already called the police as some of your cries of pleasure actually rattle the window and must surely be heard outside.

“Oooooooooooooooooh, right there, Baby… Right there!”

But, the sweet musky aroma of your arousal, mixing splendidly with the testosterone-laden scent of my sweat is left to be sampled only by us as our nostrils flare open to draw in life-giving oxygen and this incredible ‘parfum de sexe’ of our boudoir.

“Deeper, Honey… I need to feel you deeper!”

Looking past my shoulder, you catch a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror of your make-up table. Instantly, you become a voyeur to your own sexual fulfilment as you watch the two bodies across the room rocking together as passionate lovers. You stare intently at the woman whose thighs are splayed open wide to receive the hardened cock of her man. Through half-open eyes, you find yourself fascinated by the rise and fall of his flexing ass, and the glistening juices that coat his penis as it repeatedly thrusts in and out of her pussy.

Writhing with a renewed series of orgasms, you moan loudly, “Oooooohhhh… Yes, Yes, Yesssssss…!”

Soon your hidden inner-passions are being fulfilled and sexual desires satisfied.

“Ohhhh, B… Fuck me with your hard cock!” you pant. “Fuck me!

And I do. I start to grind my pelvis against yours on every powerful down stroke to catch that sensitive little clitty between our grinding bodies. As this sends you over the cliff of another incredibly powerful climax, your entire erotic being begins to quiver with sexual delight while my plunging cock brings you to new heights of pleasure.

Science may say that the human female doesn’t come into heat but they haven’t seen your exciting body respond to the sexual attentions of your man. Like the taut inner-stomach muscles once again rippling uncontrollably as wave after wave of enjoyment rushes throughout your belly or the sight of those lovely pert, pink nipples so erect with excitement and your sweet pussy now overflowing with generous volumes of the slippery fluids that gush forth to bathe my balls with each powerful thrust.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Jeff… I’m cumming again!”

As you begin convulsing, your body quakes through its latest powerful orgasm for several moments until you growl up at me with half-closed eyes.

“Harder!” You insist. “Fuck me harder!”

Pure animal lust takes over now as I begin to thrust deeply within your willing womanhood with a renewed sense of purpose. I start off by hooking my elbows inside your knees to spread your legs open even wider, giving you the deep penetration that you need and deserve as a woman. I look down to see the immense sense of satisfaction that glows from your beautiful beaming face in the safety and sanctity of our own private bedchamber. I notice that you are once again gasping and beginning to shake beneath me as yet another orgasm races throughout your body. Working to drive my cock into you harder and harder, that luscious pussy gets even wetter as you realise we’re stimulating nerve endings deep deep inside of your very being. Soon your head begins to roll back and forth across the pillow as your sweet A-cup tits sway and jiggle in time with each mighty lunge.

“Yessss, Jeff… Yesssss, Yesssssssssssss, Yessssssssssssssssss!” You hiss.

My hips are ramming the whole length of my cock down deep within your tight confines, as the pleasure quickly becomes unbearable for me, too.

I can only groan deeply, “Ohhh, Princess… I’m going to explode!”

This certainly isn’t news to the inner workings of a brunette sex goddess like yourself as you already sense the approach of my impending release. Your knowledge of my male body realises that these thrusts are becoming much more insistent as you feel my ripe balls slapping confidently against your shuddering, upturned rump. More and more sweat is dripping off my body as I become determined to drive my raging erection towards the end of your spasming pink passage. Each deep plunge is bringing you the telltale sign of my shaft beginning to swell as it prepares to deliver its heavy load of semen into your clutching depths. So, reaching over my hips, your lovely red fingernails dig into the flesh of my flexing ass with both hands to pull me even further into your churning pussy.

“Ohhh, Jeff… You’re in SO… DEEP! Shoot your hot come way up in my pussy!”

My breathing is becoming more laboured as I try to answer your call to action by pile-driving my dick into the deepest parts of your vaginal canal before I ejaculate.

“Mmmmmmmmmph, Mmmmmmmmmmmmph, Mmmmmmmmph!” I gasp.

Rearing back, my body arches and I utter a deep animalistic groan as the bolt of lightning shooting through my aching nuts signals that both of them are drawing up tight against my body to begin their reproductive spasm. The super-heated sperm that’s been pent-up within my testicles all this time, surges up through the coiled length of my vas and warns me that I’ve just passed the point of no return.

Suddenly, my body stiffens as I growl, “Ohhh… Baby, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Rachel!”

One, last determined thrust drives my sexual sword to the hilt – balls deep within your satiny slit. Desperately, my mouth covers your full luscious lips as we kiss passionately again to celebrate our sweet release. A moment later, we are climaxing as one, our bodily fluids combining as we grind cock and pussy together, coming spectacularly. For both of us it almost feels as if my penis is erupting like a volcano so deep inside the spasming folds of your womanhood, followed immediately by the magical sensation of my hot come splashing repeatedly against your receptive cervix causing you to cry out again and again as another string of intense orgasms ripple through your mid-section.

“Yesss, Yess, Jeff. Fill me with your sperm!”

It looks like you have never felt more alive as a woman as you give in to that natural urge to bear down along the cock that’s spattering and coating the walls of your contracting pussy. There is a wonderful surge of warmth, which is flowing through your quivering loins like a wild river. Tightening the grip on me with your legs, that velvety pink cavern is repeatedly milking my hard-on with those powerful muscles as I continue to release even more molten streams of my semen deep within your heaving belly.

“Ooooooooooh, I can feel it!” You groan desperately.

It’s all we can do to keep ourselves from passing out from the sheer magnitude of this climax. My straining balls feel like they are being turned inside-out as the last of our opalescent juices are mixing together in the sanctity of your vaginal vault. The two of us can only look at each other in surprise at the power of our mutual orgasm, and how much sperm is being pumped into your womb.

“I can feel it soooooo… deep!”

My spent cock is still sliding back and forth deep within your clasping pussy, while I continue to be simply amazed by the amount of pleasure that one woman can absorb and yet give at the same time. I finally collapse on top of your quivering figure as you affectionately stroke fingertips along my back while my warm seed starts to trickle out of your pussy and down onto the bed. We remain connected to each other for what seems like hours or even days as you purr with pleasure,

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…”

It a wonderful feeling to lay here in the comfort of our own bed with such a tender and loving woman lying beneath me, my cock buried in her.

Gazing deeply into Rachel’s piercing blue eyes, I look down to see the immense sense of joy that glows from your beautiful beaming face. And as your body finally subsides from it’s latest powerful climax, you grin up at me with a complete sense of sexual satisfaction. Slowly, we both regain some semblance of normalcy as I raise myself above your supine form. Brushing some of the brunette locks away from your face, I lean down to apply a gentle and loving kiss onto your exposed forehead.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, Rachel.”

I could probably let my cock remain in the wonderfully welcoming warmth of that pussy all day long as your inner muscles continue to drain me through this intense release. But, as soon as I begin my careful dismount, the thick cream of my ejaculation starts to slowly ooze out from the swollen lips of your pussy and down the crack of that cute ass to pool on the sheets below. There is an immense feeling of accomplishment for both of us as I gradually let my penis slide back out of your come-filled canal until the head finally leaves your opening. Withdrawing from the carnal battlefield, I roll over onto my back to rest.

Pulling your knees back to raise those legs high into the air, you try to elevate your delicate pelvis so you won’t lose any more of those precious fluids from your freshly fucked pussy. Your soft, feminine hand glides down to carefully cover that puffy mound and stem the flow of our pearly juices from your gaping entrance. Then I think you surprise us both by gazing deeply into the table top mirror once again and spreading your swollen pussy lips wide open with two fingers to expose the full load of my semen still deep inside your drenched vagina.

With almost pleading eyes, you say, “Ohhhhh god Jeff… I’ve never been so full of cum before… I’ll be dripping for days.”

Looking on, we are simply mesmerised by this incredible display… until…it’s almost as if you can see a lightbulb go on over my head. I carefully back off the end the bed.

“Hold on a moment, Rachel Darling.”

Taking the sexy-looking lace panties that I had earlier dropped onto the floor, I slowly and very deliberately turn the silky material of the lingerie inside out. Those lovely blue eyes that I love so much seem slightly confused by my actions until I bring the sensuous fabric up towards my face. Then with only careful and calculated movements, I slowly draw the already soaked gusset of your most-personal underwear up to my caring lips for a long and lingering kiss. There, my lips are again greeted by the honey-like flavour of the over-abundant juices that still cling to the cotton panel.

The gorgeous smile that comes over your lips signals that you somehow seem to understand the meaning behind my very symbolic action. You realise that I had just placed a very tender and loving kiss at the point inside your panties that is almost guaranteed to caress the very essence of your womanhood. It is as if my mouth had been drawn to the lips of your pussy to seal in the intensity of our lovemaking with a kiss that will last the entire night.

I climb back onto the quiet comfort of our bed and carefully slide the silky undies over your lifted feet. Gradually, I ease the lacy material along your sexy legs until they cross your knees and begin the journey up those smooth and sumptuous thighs. Your fingers softly stroke through my hair now as my lips lovingly kiss down between your breasts and trail across your belly to touch a sensitive spot on your abdomen Again, you lift your hips from the mattress, only this time it’s to help me work the elastic waistband up over your magnificent backside and back to where the panties began this erotic interlude earlier.

At last I climb into bed and lay behind you spoon fashion, my right hand reaching over you and holding your right breast as we recuperate. Without a word being exchanged we both look towards the full-length mirror across the room and …reflect on our wonderful time together.

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I finished drying my long, red hair and turned away from my naked reflection in the full length mirror.

Tonight, my lover would finally be arriving home. Before he’d left for his business trip, I’d told him I wanted him to be a bit more dominant in the bedroom. Nothing extreme, just taking the lead, giving orders. He told me he’d think about it, then had sent me a short text this morning. It had directions to greet him in a dress and no underwear. Jeff was rarely so brusque, but I was craving him, and the simple yet stern order had kept my pussy wet all day.

I was aching to be filled by him. If he didn’t arrive soon, I’d have to start without him.

Glancing anxiously at the clock, I pulled an extremely thin, mint green dress over my naked body. The skirt landed just above my knees, and the silken material of the deep v-neck barely covered my nipples. Staring at myself in the mirror, I brushed my hands gently over my tits, causing my nipples to perk up a bit. I could see everything through this material.

Jeff would not be able to resist me.

I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, and put on a pot of water to boil. I stood there, day dreaming of being reunited once more with Jeff, in the way I never knew I craved until he showed me. Standing there over the steaming water, I felt my wetness begin to trickle down my leg. Before I could reach for a towel, I noticed that the water was boiling. I sighed and poured in some pasta, then grabbed a spoon and stirred.

As the pasta began to soften, the noise as I stirred brought me into more daydreams of Jeff. I sighed wistfully, and turned off the heat on the stove and carried the pot to the sink and drained the now fully cooked pasta. As I was placing the empty pot on a back burner, I heard a key turn in the lock behind me. I froze and felt my body tense up in anticipation. The door to the kitchen opened and I felt the cool winter air blow into the room, causing a rush of goosebumps on my skin and the instant hardening of my barely-covered nipples.

I heard the door shut and the sound of Jeff sliding off his boots. The silence was thick and charged with sexual tension already.

“Hello, Rachel,” he said in his soothing voice that I’d missed so much.

I whirled to see Jeff standing in his socks on the rug. He was holding his winter jacket in his hands and wearing a white oxford shirt tucked into dark trousers, with a blue necktie laying crookedly on his broad chest. His brown hair was windblown, and he hadn’t shaved in several days.

“Hello, Jeff,” I practically groaned, staring at him hungrily, and wishing he was already inside me.

He laughed, hearing the tone of my voice. Draping his jacket over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, he began to walk towards me slowly. “Did my text turn you on that much?” he asked, cocking his head to one side playfully.

“You have no idea,” I whispered. His eyes dropped to my mostly bare chest, and he smirked at the sight of my nipples pointing straight at him through the fabric of my dress.

“I think I can tell,” he murmured.

Unable to take it anymore, I reach out and grabbed his tie, pulling him to me. Aidan’s hands tangled in my hair as I kissed him passionately. I ran my hands down his chest and around his back, pulling him closer. His hands went to my shoulders, and he pushed me back a bit.

“What about the dinner you were making?” he asked, glancing at the sink where the pasta sat in a strainer.

“It’s reheatable, and I’m not hungry for food.” I said, grabbing his face and turning it so he was looking directly into my eyes. We stared at each other, my green eyes soaking up the sight of his dark brown ones, the hot tension between us melting my muscles and pushing away the chill left from when he came in from the winter air.

With a groan, he grabbed my waist and whirled me around so that I was facing the counter. He pulled me to him so that I could feel his erection pressing against my ass, and I sighed happily. He reached around and began fondling my tits as he nipped at my neck. He pinched my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress and pulled, causing me to yelp. He continued kissing me and groping me, and I felt my wetness again running down my legs. One hand began to trail down, and he brushed my hip.

Without warning, he slapped my ass, hard. I cried out and he did it again, twice in quick succession. Then, as I whimpered and squirmed, Jeff pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, causing me to bend so that my torso was resting on the kitchen counter. He ran his hands down my sides and I felt him flip up my skirt. I moaned as his hands caressed my ass, then he slipped a finger lower, between my sopping wet pussy lips.

“Oh, Rachel, you naughty girl,” Jeff whispered. I shivered as I felt his breath tease my swollen clit, which he teased gently with one finger. I moaned and spread my legs a bit further.

“Please, Jeff, please make me cum.” I begged. I heard him chuckle softly.

I felt his hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them. Then, I felt his tongue brush against my asshole. I jerked in surprise and cried, “Jeff, what-?!” until he started really pushing his tongue against it. I gasped and moaned. I had never had someone lick my asshole before, and it felt surprisingly amazing. Before I could gather my thoughts, Jeff moved lower, and his nose was brushing my asshole while his tongue lapped at my dripping pussy lips. He began thrusting his tongue inside, and I moaned, pushing my hips back toward his face. One of his hands reached up and began rubbing at my clit as he continued to hungrily eat out my cunt. My moaning grew louder, and I felt myself beginning to clench.

“Oh, Jeff! Oh I’m about to-” I broke of with a deep, guttural cry as I found my release. My legs shook, and Jeff steadied my waist with his warm hands. Before I could catch my breath, he stood and I heard him unzip his pants. He grabbed my waist, and with one thrust, I felt his cock fill my still quivering pussy. I cried out in ecstasy as he gave a guttural groan and began fucking me.

Squeezing my hips, he grunted out, “Oh fuck, Rachel.” He ran his hands up and down my sides as my hands clutched the counter. He began to move faster, jolting me forward with each thrust. His hands reached around and found my tits, and pulled them out of the low neck. He pinched my nipples again and continued fucking me from behind, filling me with his hot, thick cock. There was not a moment of silence, between my cries and moans, his panting and groans, and the wet slapping sound of him repeatedly filling me.

I could tell he was close, and I wanted to cum again, too. I reached down and began furiously rubbing my clit as Jeff’s fucking grew harder and faster. He released one of my tits to grab a handful of my hair and pull my head back so he could bury his face in my neck.

There was so much sensation, between the cool counter under my torso, one of his hands on my tits and the other in my hair, his stubble and lips on my neck, my finger on my clit, and him filling my pussy that had been aching for him for so long - and then I felt his cock jerk and heard his cry as he began to cum, and I couldn’t help but go with him. I cried out as he thrust himself deep inside me and I felt his cum filling me as the waves of my own orgasm pushed it right back out around him.

Finally, we were both quiet, panting, me leaning against the kitchen counter and him resting against my back, his hands gently caressing my waist. Slowly, he pulled out and I groaned at the loss of him inside me. He took my hand and led me into the living room, where he took off his pants and laid down on the couch, then pulled me down next to him.

Soon, he was asleep, and I felt myself drifting off as well, comfortable and warm, finally in his arms again. Disappointed that our reunion hadn’t lasted longer, I reached back and grasped his cock and gave it a pull. He snapped to and grabbed my wrist, pinning my arms in front of me. Kissing my cheek, he whispered, “I’m going to have to teach you some patience, Rachel. Let’s get some rest before then.”

I moaned and felt a rush of warmth between my legs, then smiled at the thought of what he might have planned to teach me.

Jeff was home, and we had all the time in the world for me to learn. I could wait for the length of a nap.

Unconventional

I felt unusually uncomfortable. I wasn’t looking forward to my regular appointment with my counselor at all. I didn’t want anything to dampen this high I’d been riding since Rachel moved in with me.

It’d been a real pain in the ass to make room at my place for all her stuff, and we ended up just renting storage space for most of it, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat just to have her there. Everything sort of changed when the place became ours instead of mine. It brought us closer together.

This was the third time I’d lived with a girl. I moved straight from my mom’s house in with a girl going through a divorce… Sophie. She needed to feel safe, and at nineteen, I needed to get laid. We got along great. It helped that we were into the same drugs at the time. Sophie is really the one who got me hooked on BDSM. She wasn’t in the lifestyle or anything, but she liked it rough.

I’d never heard of role playing, and I don’t think she had either, but that’s what we did when we were bored out of our wits in that one bedroom apartment. Sophie had this look she would give me to indicate that she wanted to fuck. I watched for that look. Shit, I was nineteen, my dick was perpetually hard.

But when I would try to start something with her, she’d go cold. This hot/cold routine would escalate until my balls couldn’t take it anymore and next thing I knew, I’d be holding her face to the carpet and ramming my penis in her cunt. At first I felt really guilty about it afterward. Especially since she’d have carpet burns, scrapes, and cuts on her face, neck, and arms the next day. It looked like I was abusing her. She never minded the marks, but I did. It would’ve been hard to explain to a judge.

It was how she got off, though. And after a while, it was the only way I could get off, too. I’d spend hours figuring out how to tie quick knots that would hold so I could tie her down and minimize the marks and bruises she’d get. When that got old, I started surfing sites for other methods of restraints. That’s when I stumbled onto BDSM.

I didn’t have the money to buy half the shit I wanted to buy. In truth, my money went mostly on just living and getting by in those days. But it wasn’t hard to start making the switch for me. I needed something more… and there was this whole world of terms, rituals, and kinks that I never even knew existed, I could surf sites for hours and never get bored. It kept my obsessive mind busy.

Sophie wasn’t into it, though. She said it was too fake for her. She had this rape fantasy thing working in her mind and didn’t want to have anything to do with negotiating a scene, discussing limits, or using safewords. The more I read online, though, the more I saw myself doing jail time if I kept playing her game. Each session got rougher.

She’d spit in my face and then taunt me to slap her. I’d do it. One time, she goaded me into getting rough with her, she pinched at my nipples and twisted them until I practically broke her wrist forcing her to the ground. It wasn’t just she who was getting cuts and bruises anymore. I was walking around with marks, too.

Only the pain wasn’t doing the same thing for me as it did for her. I didn’t get off on it. In fact, just the opposite. It got so I avoided triggering any sort of sexual response in her because I was having some trouble getting it up for her sessions.

I tried using humiliating language on her to take the place of the physical force. Calling her a filthy whore worked somewhat to satisfy her without having to engage in full out physical warfare, but it didn’t do much for me. My time with Sophie was proving to be a self-awareness trip. I’d try something to see how it would work. Some kinks weren’t my thing; some were.

When I finally figured out that the reason I didn’t like her rough sessions was because she had most of the control over them, a whole world of possibilities opened up for me. But it was a world without Sophie.

I lived back at home for awhile, and then on my own until Jodie came along. There were women in between that stayed at my place regularly, but none that I would really classify as moving in all the way. Jodie seemed different. Our affiliation was based on our symbiotic needs and nothing more. It was a great way to learn the ropes, but after a while it just grew stale. I’d find myself wanting something more meaningful than just a play partner.

“Jeff, you can go in now.”

The receptionist’s voice snapped me back to present day. I attempted a smile at her as I pushed through Dr. Robinson’s office door.

Lily Robinson was the third doctor I’d seen since I was first labeled with OCD and autism. My teenage years had been cruel and had spun me straight into clinical depression. The first two doctors insisted I go into residential care after a suicide attempt but Dr. Robinson took a different tack.

Lily looked up from her desk and tilted her head expectantly toward me.

“Two years, nine months, and six days.” I was required to do the math before we could start a session. It was my own affirmation of my condition. Doing this helped me to not dwell on every lousy failed attempt at gaining control over other aspects of my life.

“How do you rate your current confidence?”

“Nine, plus. Doesn’t cross my mind.” My mind is too occupied with Rachel to think about doing drugs.

Dr. Robinson recorded the number I’d just given her and then reviewed her notes for a moment. “Last month you invited Rachel to join us. Was there anything from that session that you wanted to address today?”

“I mostly wanted to put her mind at ease. You know, about what I’m about.”

“And did the session do that?”

“Yeah, I guess. She sort of made up her mind a couple days before the appointment. I brought her anyway. I wanted you to meet her.”

“Why? You don’t need my approval, Jeff.”

“I know. I don’t know at this point if it would matter much if you didn’t approve of Rachel. But … I know myself, and what’s going on in my mind right now, the constant focus … it concerns me a little.”

“Is it any different than what you did to get into the IT field? You poured over manuals and online tutorials to teach yourself the trade. What about BDSM and your study of control? Or your bullwhip training, for example? Are any of those pursuits different than this one in the way you pour yourself into it with a single-minded focus?”

“No.”

“Have you felt your sense of self-control slipping?”

“At times, yeah. I get so obsessed with what Rachel is doing when she’s not with me that I have to fight this urge to drive to her work and camp out and wait for her.”

“Do you actually do it?”

“No.”

“What stops you?”

“I imagine her seeing me there and how freaked out she would get. You met her, so you know how jumpy she is.”

“I met her, yes. I don’t know if I observed the jumpiness you describe.”

“It’s subtle, but it’s there.”

“You’re allowed to have absurd thoughts. I’d say that you are demonstrating an appropriate and fairly common response for an obsessive person in a committed relationship. As long as you continue to recognize the boundary between fantasy and reality, it’ll be okay.”

Her fantasy-reality statement reminded me of something. “We’re starting to role-play a little. I devised a simple scene last weekend that worked out pretty well. I’ve been creating all these scenes in my mind now; really pouring some serious brain-effort into it.”

“In a positive or negative way?”

“Positive. I was late to a meeting once, but other than that, it hasn’t really affected work. I can’t think about it as much there because of the physical effect it has on me.”

It took Dr. Robinson a moment to figure out that I was referring to the hard-on I get when I start visualizing scenes with Rachel. I waited until I saw the recognition on her face to continue.

“Rachel has some hang-ups with personal image that I want to work through, so some of the scenes I have in mind will be public. And she thinks of me as being a lot older than her, even though there’s only ten years difference between us, so I want to create some roles where I’m an authority figurehead. There’s a guy in our group that leases office spaces and he has a vacant office that he’s offered up to me and a few other buddies. It’s only for a short time. I’ve reserved the space for tomorrow and Wednesday night. I have a little office scene planned.”

“Sounds like something fun.”

I briefly wondered if there was any truth to her words. I would wager that she’d never so much as considered role-playing with a partner. Not in the way I had planned, anyway.

She was consistently supportive of my unconventional activities, though. She’d never batted an eye over it, from the first time I mentioned my SM proclivities. In fact, many times she applauded my lifestyle choice for the positive direction it shifted my focus.

“I think she’s going to like what I have planned.”

“And you?”

“Oh, yeah. I like everything I do with Rachel. I’m crazy about her.”

“I think this is the most enthusiastic you’ve been about a girl.”

“It is. Definitely. I think this is the real deal. She’s moved into my place now. We’re getting her house ready to go on the market. She has a lot of junk to get rid of first.”

“Have you made plans for the future?”

“Not yet. I think about it constantly. I’ve even picked out a ring.”

“That’s a big step for not having discussed it first.”

“I didn’t say I bought the ring. I realise how compulsive that would be. It’s on hold for now.”

“Why the hesitation? That’s not like you.”

“I’m waiting for her house to sell before I bring it up. I don’t want to scare her.”

“What does her house selling have to do with scaring her or not?”

“It doesn’t. I just don’t want her to run away before we talk through it. I’m afraid of losing her.”

“So, you’re waiting until she has no other options?”

I could feel my stomach acid start to burn my throat. It was exactly what I was doing.

“Being vulnerable is the hardest part of intimacy, Jeff. It’s why some people avoid getting close to people.”

“Yeah, it sucks. It makes me feel so …” I knew the words, but I didn’t want to say them.

“Out of control?”

I nodded.

“If you were entering into this relationship two years ago, I might caution you. At that point in your development, it would’ve caused me concern. But not now. Not with your current degree of confidence. I think you’re ready for a committed relationship. You’ve developed some excellent coping mechanisms. In fact, I’ve been half expecting you to stop our sessions.”

“I’ve thought about it. But it feels good to hear that I’m doing the right things.”

“Then we should keep going. I’ll leave it totally up to you for how long.”

“There is this other thing that has cropped up lately. It’s sort of weird, and may be totally unrelated but I think I should mention it. I’m sort of developing some kind of fetish around impregnation. It’s starting to take over all my other fantasies.”

“Are your fantasies focused on Rachel, or on pregnant women in general?”

I thought about it for a second. “Only Rachel. But, I mean, all my fantasies are about Rachel right now.”

“Have you been unable to perform without this fantasy being present?”

“Oh, no. I can pretty much get it up …” I paused to reword my sentence. “I don’t need any visualizations when I’m with Rachel. This role playing and anything else we add is just an enhancement.”

Dr. Robinson smiled. “Then I don’t think you have anything to worry about. It’s perfectly normal to fantasize about the next phase of your life with the woman you love. I will, however, strongly suggest that you start talking to Rachel about it.”

“I’ve mentioned it once to her. That I fantasized about having totally unprotected sex with her.”

“I meant, talk to her about your future. About marriage. Kids. The other part is optional.”

Dr. Robinson’s expression was one of reproof. I was rapidly approaching the edge of her comfort zone. She preferred to stay in non-sexual territory. I wouldn’t have brought up the fetish, except that I wanted to know if it had anything to do with my obsessive personality. Apparently not.

——–

Rachel and I had pretty ordinary sex that night. I pinned her wrists over her head as I fucked her missionary style. We were going to be playing the next two nights, so I didn’t want to go all out. I liked just having sex sometimes. Hell, with Rachel, it was all good.

I collapsed onto the mattress next to Rachel and pulled her back to my chest to talk.

“Are you ready for our scene tomorrow night?”

Rachel nodded. “I’ve picked out my outfits and everything. I even invented a whole background for my character to go along with the scene.”

“When did you do that?”

“At work today, mostly.”

“You should be focusing on work while at work. Dr. Robinson would be disappointed.”

“How was your session tonight?”

My heart tripped as I thought about what Dr. Robinson had suggested I do. The thought of asking Rachel to marry me just wracked me with fear.

“Jeff?”

I realised that I hadn’t answered Rachel. “It was fine. Nothing ground-breaking. She sort of suggested that I didn’t have to see her anymore.”

“What do you think?”

“I probably don’t, but it doesn’t feel right to quit just yet. A little longer.”

“I’m sure she just wants you to know you have options.”

Rachel’s statement reminded me once again of what Dr. Robinson had said about stripping Rachel of options. It made me sick to think about it. It was one thing for Rachel to give me control, and something entirely different to take it from her. I didn’t want to be that guy.

But when I opened my mouth to bring up the subject of our future, I froze. Nothing came out.

“Are you alright? You seem miles away.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m here. Just tired, that’s all.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I can say that a thousand times a day, but can’t talk about commitment. What a fucking pussy I am.

——–

I managed to put it out of my mind for most of the day. It helped that we had a play session planned. I had something to capture my focus. By the time 4:00 rolled around, I was ready to slip into my harassing director role.

I shaved all my facial hair and changed into a business suit once I got to the vacant office space. Tie and all. I had to do something to make myself look older in Rachel’s eyes.

The space was pretty much the way it had been described. There was a reception area, three private offices, and a large open space with cubicles. For the scene I had planned, Rachel was the administrative assistant who sat near the door, and I was the asshole boss who occupied the largest of the three offices at the end of the hall. It was performance review time.

Rachel loved the scene because she had just gone through her performance review at work. This review was going to be a little different than the one she got at her real job, though.

I left papers on her desk, an assignment that she was to complete along with a note to come see me at 5:00pm. I knew she would be late.

When she appeared at the doorway of my office at 5:08pm, I was leaning back in my chair with a smug grin on my face, ignoring my open laptop.

“You’re late.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. She scanned my appearance from head to toe. Her stunned gaze flitted from my upper lip to my throat to my stomach and back again. “I, uh, I’m sorry, sir. I had to, uh…”

“Come in here and shut the door behind you. I’m not interested in your excuses, Miss Hobbs.” We’d decided to stick with our real names so it would be easier to remember.

“It’s Jameson now, sir. I’ve decided to switch back to my maiden name.”

My surname? For real, or just for this scene? “Very well, Miss Jameson. Have a seat.”

Rachel swallowed hard and moved quickly to the seat opposite the desk from me. Her nervousness was making my penis stiffen. Not to mention the cute little white blouse and flowery skirt she had picked out for the occasion. She almost looked too young to be working in an office. Another scene flashed quickly before my eyes. I filed it away to explore another time.

“I’ve been reviewing what your peers have had to say about working with you, along with the notes your previous manager has left. It appears that you are unfocused at times, is that correct?”

Rachel suppressed a smile. I’d just added that tidbit to my script the night before when she mentioned spending her time at work thinking about our scene. She cleared her throat before responding. “I don’t know. I try hard to stay on task most of the time.”

“And what about your tardiness? There was tonight, of course, but in your file I see this can be a problem.”

“I apologise for tonight, sir. As for the other times … I get detained sometimes at home in the morning. My, uh, brother hogs the shower.”

“Oh, come now, Miss Jameson, I don’t believe for a second that you live with your brother. Why would you lie to me like that?”

Rachel scrambled to think of an excuse. “I, uh, I’m sorry, sir. It’s my boyfriend who hogs the shower.”

She tilted her head in an accusatory gesture. I’d made her late for work a couple of weeks earlier because I’d taken over her shower to fuck her in the morning. I then finished my own bathing before letting her continue. I’d never been very good at sharing the shower.

I liked how she followed my lead on incorporating real life events in our role playing. She was a natural at it.

“On the balance, you do produce your share of work.” I paused and stood up from my chair as if pondering what to say next. I sauntered around the desk and then leaned back against it once I was standing directly in front of where she was sitting. “You’re the last employee I have to review today. You know what I’m finding most annoying about these reviews, Miss Jameson?”

Rachel shook her head as she blinked up at me.

“Mediocrity.”

“Sir?”

“People doing only just what they have to to get by. In your file there is nothing to suggest that you are a problem employee. No real infractions. And yet, also nothing to suggest that you’re trying very hard, either. I have a stack of reviews identical to yours sitting on my desk.” I pointed to a stack of manila files staged next to my laptop. “I can’t give everyone a raise. And my boss says I need to let two people go.”

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest as I gazed down at Rachel with a sad expression on my face.

“It saddens me. It really does. You’re a very beautiful, bright young woman, Rachel.”

Rachel fidgeted. Pink splotches appeared on her neck and cheeks. She was starting to lose herself in the scene. “Please, sir. I like my job.”

I shook my head. “I just don’t know if you like it enough, Rachel.”

“I do. I swear. Please don’t fire me.”

“I don’t want to. Believe me. Just seeing you like this breaks my heart.”

I moved around her chair to stand behind her. My hands cupped her cheeks and then moved down her neck to massage her shoulders. Rachel froze and held her breath.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, you’ll find that I can be a very … generous boss.”

“W-What do you mean?”

“I mean, that I like to work off a system of both rewards and punishments. Someone such as yourself who might stay late a couple of nights a week to help me in the office, might find themselves rewarded in a number of ways. Some financial. Some, let’s say, more intimate.”

I removed my hands from massaging her neck.

“But if that doesn’t interest you, maybe you should look for other work. I’m sure in this economy…”

“What sort of help do you have in mind?”

I placed one hand onto her neck and gently caressed the soft skin there as the fingers of my other hand went to work on her pinned hair. One by one I removed the pins, dropping each one on the floor until her hair fell onto her shoulders. “There, now. That’s so much better.”

My fingers sunk deep into her hair to massage her scalp. I had complete control of her head. One hand now cupping her chin as the other one massaged her scalp. Her eyelids grew heavier by the second. I slid my thumb up over her jaw and across her slack lips. Before she could grow tense, I slipped it past her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes shot open in alarm.

“Sh-sh-sh. No need to be alarmed. It’s just my thumb.” I circled my thumb over her tongue and then back farther into her mouth. Her tongue and mouth fell slack. “Suck on my thumb, Rachel. It’s okay. You know you want to.”

Rachel’s lips closed around the base of my thumb and her tongue pressed the digit to the roof of her mouth. Her suction pulled it deep inside her mouth.

“You have such a pretty mouth. Your tongue feels so very nice, too. Would you like to keep your job here, Rachel?”

Rachel nodded, maintaining a strong suction on my thumb as she did so. She looked so fucking adorable, I could hardly stand it another second.

“Still… there are some things in your file that might make someone question my decision to keep you. I might forgive your lack of focus, but there’s still the matter of your tardiness. Had you not been late to our meeting, I could’ve overlooked it. But you made me wait, Rachel. And I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

Rachel released my thumb and swallowed hard. “What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Well, you’re just going to have to take your punishment, I’m afraid. Unless of course, you’d rather take your leave…?”

Rachel shook her head violently. It was really despicable the way I was playing my role. I hoped to hell Rachel never had a boss even remotely like the one I was portraying. I’d gladly go to jail for beating the shit out of any scumbag who treated their female employees this way.

I offered my hand to help her up. “Come. Let’s get this over with, then.”

I led her around the desk, rolling the desk chair away from any impediments before sitting down in it.

“Over my lap you go.” I patted my lap and waited with an expectant expression. “I don’t have all night, Miss Jameson. The sooner you bend over my lap, the sooner this will be behind us. Then we can move onto the reward.”

Rachel perked up at the sound of that. She licked her lips and studied my thighs. She could no doubt see the outline of my erection through the trousers. I smiled when her eyes darted up to mine. She inched to one side of me, unsure of how to go about bending over.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake … here.” I yanked her wrist until she fell onto my lap and then caught her waist with my free arm to keep her from sliding off my legs. “Steady yourself with your palms on the floor.” I hardly needed to tell her the last part. Her hands had already gone there to keep from teetering onto her head.

Rachel’s choice of skirt was perfect for what I had in mind. I had no idea if she would choose a tight- or loose-fitting skirt for our scene. We didn’t discuss it in advance because that would give away what I wanted to do. I knew I could adjust my script to either, but silently preferred a skirt that I could hike up for a bare bottom spanking. She just so happened to pick one. Or, maybe had a similar vision of how this would go.

“It’s important that you understand that I glean no satisfaction from hurting you. Once I’ve finished, the punishment is complete.”

“How many, sir?”

“I am going to time it. You were eight minutes late, therefore, you will sustain eight minutes of punishment.”

Rachel gasped. Eight minutes could be a very long time over the knee.

I smoothed her skirt down and lifted my hand for her first set of swats through the thin cotton fabric. I thought it would be a good warm up to leave the skirt down at first. I came down in rapid strokes, around six or eight at a time, switching from one butt cheek to the other.

I paused after about 30 seconds of solid warm-up. Rachel was panting. She had begun to squirm on the last few strokes, indicating that her ass was starting to heat-up. I wedged my hand between her knees and then slid it up her inner thighs. Her skirt pooled around my wrist. I then gathered the fabric with my other hand and lifted it to expose her bottom.

She was wearing lavender cotton panties. Pink flesh peeked out beneath the fabric. I yanked at the elastic, tucking the fabric firmly into her butt crack until her cheeks were fully exposed. Her flesh had already turned a lovely bright shade of pink. I ran my fingers over the heated flesh for several moments, then without warning, lifted my hand for the first serious swat.

Rachel yelped and whined. I gritted my teeth through the rage that boiled up from hearing the whining noise. I hated whining, but we were in a scene. I was Mr. Hadfield, the harassing boss; not Jeff, the dominant boyfriend. I didn’t want to break the mood. Instead, I lifted my hand and came down even harder, for two strokes instead of one.

Rachel huffed and hissed, but she caught herself before she whined again. That’s my girl.

I continued to spank her bare bottom, switching from side to side. Rachel would grab my calf when it got too much for her and I would take a break. But only for a moment before continuing on. And mostly because my hand was starting to sting like hell. I silently wished I’d brought a ruler with me.

I glanced at my laptop to check the time. It had been just over eight minutes. I was ready for this part of the scene to be over. I stilled my arm and rested it on her upper thighs so I could caress her red bottom. She was going to have trouble sitting after that. Luckily, I didn’t intend for her to sit again.

I listened for her breathing to slow to near normal. When she started to take deep breaths to fill her lungs again, I knew she was ready. I let my fingers trail between her thighs to pet her pussy through the cotton. Rachel’s body tensed.

“I told you that I can be a very giving boss. I like to reward good behavior, Rachel.”

“I thought you meant with bonuses and stuff like that.”

My index finger traced a line up and down her slit through the sodden fabric of her panties. “There are other rewards that you’ll find much more satisfying. I think you want me to show you, but you’re afraid of what that’ll make you. Am I right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, then, let me tell you exactly what it will make you. You will be my very special girl, Rachel. You want that, don’t you? To be my special girl?”

Rachel nodded but didn’t answer.

“I want that, too. Now, let me help you stand up.”

I shifted my legs so she could gain purchase with her feet and stand. I steadied her in front of me as all the blood rushed back down her body.

“Remove your skirt and panties.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make you feel good, of course. This is your reward. Now, stop dawdling.”

Rachel reached over to her side to unfasten her skirt. A moment later, it was cascading to the floor. She tentatively tugged at her panties as she hissed through the pain of the elastic sliding over her tender skin.

I ogled her bare pussy as if I were seeing it for the first time. “How lovely. Just the way I like it. You are truly my special girl, Rachel.”

She turned her head to the side in embarrassment. I knew better, though. If she didn’t come within a minute, I was going to be surprised. I’d planned this scene with just the right amount of humiliation for her. I knew her pussy was already throbbing.

I leaned forward in my chair and snaked my tongue out to her slit. “Mmmmm. You taste perfect. Widen your stance for me, little one.”

Tears were welling in her eyes. I wasn’t positive if they were leftover from the spanking, or a product of the humiliation she was feeling at the moment. She widened her stance just a few inches and covered her face with her hand.

I slid my thumbs into her slit and opened her labia to expose her clitoral hood. Her pretty pink center was peeking out from beneath its protective hooded flesh. It was swollen and erect. So beautiful.

I approached her flesh with a soft tongue, laving and swirling around the slick tissue. Heat radiated from her center. She was already so close to orgasm. Our scene had gotten her into a perfect frame of mind to climax. I was just there to tip her over.

I glanced up at her face. She was still hiding behind her splayed palm.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Miss Jameson. Your pussy is beautiful and ripe. I just want to make it feel good. So, don’t be afraid to cum. I want my special girl to come for me.”

My hands slid around her hips to grip her bottom and pull her to my face. She yelped and shuffled her feet to remain standing. My tongue delved between her pussy lips and assaulted her clit. It was time for her to let go. I squeezed her heated butt cheeks as I worked her hard center, never straying from it for a moment. Several seconds later, her knees buckled and her hands gripped my shoulders. She gasped and sputtered her release, refraining from uttering a single sound. It was the only thing left that she controlled.

I sat back and smacked my lips with a satisfying noise and smug grin. Straightening my tie, I sat back in my chair to unashamedly admire her swollen lips.

“You’re a remarkable girl. I want your pussy just like this tomorrow.” I reached out to casually stroke her glistening lips. “Don’t let that boyfriend of yours fuck it tonight. Okay, little one?”

Rachel nodded. Her chin quivered and fresh tears pooled in her eyes. She was getting into the scene a little more than I had planned. I didn’t expect so many tears. I debated on whether or not to call off the rest of the scene. I had planned to have her suck me off, but I didn’t know if I could come with her on the verge of tears like she was.

You need to trust her, Jeff. She knows to use her safeword if it gets to be too much. Until then, you have to see this through. If you back down now, it’ll do more damage than just pushing through it. Regroup. Think.

I pulled her onto my lap and tucked her face into my neck. I held her while she quietly sniffled. A few silent minutes passed. I was giving her a timeout without calling it out loud.

“Was that so terrible that you have to cry about it, little one?” I needed to get back on track.

Rachel shook her head. “No.”

“Be honest with me, now. My special girl liked having her pussy licked, didn’t she?” I hoped I wasn’t laying it on too thick.

Rachel nodded. “Yes.”

The fact that she answered verbally told me that we were back in business. She would never say it out loud if she were feeling traumatized by it. “That’s my good girl.”

I cringed as soon as the sentence left my mouth. Those were my words. Jeff’s words. I meant to say ‘special’ instead of 'good’. I didn’t want to use any term of endearment for her during the scene that I used in our real life. But I could hardly help that it was what I was thinking at that moment. I was immensely proud of how she was handling the scene.

“I think I deserve a little something for saving your job and treating you so nicely. Don’t you?”

Rachel lifted her head from my shoulder and sat upright. She avoided looking me in the eye as she nodded slowly.

“I don’t think I can wait another day to feel that pretty little mouth again.” I eased her off my lap and pressed on her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of me. I very carefully brushed her hair behind her shoulders, then I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. Her cheeks flushed in response.

I wasn’t going to touch her breasts, but they were hard to resist. And my penis had softened considerably during our time-out. I needed to get back in the mood.

My hands moved to the top button of her blouse. Rachel glanced up at me briefly before averting her gaze again. I unbuttoned each one until her white cotton blouse hung open. She was wearing a front clasp bra. She seemed to have a lot of those. It wouldn’t have mattered either way. I would’ve just pushed the other kind up over her breasts and fondled them that way. That would’ve added to the humiliation.

I unclasped her bra and held onto it for a moment for dramatic effect before peeling it to the sides. My penis appreciated the suspense, which was what I was after. Rachel’s chest rose and fell more rapidly. She, too, was relishing the anticipation.

My eyes lit up with wonder as her breasts were revealed. Her nipples were hardly more than dots on her chest, puckered to perfect, tight, protruding points. Gooseflesh blanketed the surrounding area.

For a moment, it felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. Her breasts were sheer perfection. I’d always felt that way about them, but this was like seeing them for the first time again. Her unmistakable arousal broadcasted across her chest like that was really something breathtaking to behold.

My palms immediately cupped both her breasts at the same time, my thumbs grazing her lovely, hard points. “I can make you feel this good every time, Rachel. That will be your reward for keeping this a secret from everyone. Only you and I can know you’re my special girl.” I tugged at her nipples and she gasped. I thought there was a good possibility I could bring her to climax a second time. But we weren’t at home, and we didn’t drive together. I was a little concerned for her safety after the scene was over.

I released her breasts and quickly unfastened my pants, pulling my now rigid cock from my briefs. Rachel glanced down at it. Her breathing hitched, and then she worried her lower lip between her teeth. It was such a cute response, and totally new. She’d never chewed on her lip like that before. It was so fucking sexy.

I reached up to still her mouth with my thumb, still dumbstruck from the effect it was having on my steel rod. “Suck my cock, little one.”

My hand slipped behind her neck to guide her face to my cock. She hesitated for a second just before her lips touched the tip of my mushroom head. Then she opened her mouth and took me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh, yeah, little one. That’s it.”

I guided her face up and down my shaft. Her lips clamped tight around my girth as her warm, wet mouth devoured my length over and over again. I eased her farther onto my cock so I could feel the tight ring at the back of her throat. I held her there for a couple of seconds and then released her so she could catch her breath.

She looked up at me with watery eyes and it was my undoing. My balls tingled and drew up. I’d always given her notice of my arrival, but it didn’t feel right for this character. He would expect his office whore to take it and swallow without complaint. I casually tapped on Rachel’s cheek a couple of seconds before I unloaded into her mouth. I almost didn’t get that much done. I didn’t have much warning. The climax overtook me in a rush and rolled through me with unbelievable force.

——–

I blinked hard at my computer screen. I hadn’t gotten shit done all day. Our scene kept replaying in my mind as if my engorged cock held the remote. There just wasn’t enough blood left over for my brain to do anything but wander aimlessly and plan where our next scene was going.

We’d sort of continued our role-playing into the night. Only after we both arrived home, I was back to being Jeff again. Rachel showered almost as soon as she arrived home. I was concerned that maybe the scene had a lasting effect on her since she never showered at night. But when I asked her if we needed to talk, she smiled and winked at me as she shook her head.

God, I want to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

I tried to make advances on her in bed but she pushed me away, claiming that she was wiped out from her performance review and long day at work. She then informed me that her boss would be retaining her the next night as well and that I shouldn’t wait on her for dinner.

She’d clearly thought this through on her ride from the office to the house. I hadn’t really thought of combining the two days into one long office scene the way she was doing, but it worked. It just made me unable to focus on anything else. I should’ve taken the day off.

I shutdown my laptop early to head to the vacant offices. I’d noticed the day before that there was an unsecured wireless network available. I could actually work from that office, which would be infinitely better than trying to concentrate at my desk with a raging hard-on. I didn’t have to worry about someone noticing it.

I settled into my chair and started getting into character. I’d brought some additional props with me this time. I’d gotten the idea from watching movies with high-powered executives. They all seemed to have decanters of liquor in their office. There was a credenza in the vacant office that might’ve been used for that very purpose, so I picked up a cheap decanter and highball glass set at the store on my lunch break. I filled the decanter with decaffeinated tea and arranged the glasses in a circle around it atop the credenza.

I didn’t have much scripted for our play session. My brain hadn’t been working all day. I was going to have to improvise.

I heard movement around the reception desk. Rachel was early. She wanted to make sure she didn’t get punished for being late again. Smart girl. This much I’d hoped for. I didn’t think my cock could wait through another spanking. It’d been painfully swollen and throbbing for the past few hours in anticipation of our scene.

I turned my attention to my laptop when I heard her footsteps approaching down the hallway. I could hardly contain the excitement that was mounting over seeing her again. I’d never felt that much longing for anything in my life. Not even drugs. And I knew it wasn’t the scene that was causing me to feel that way. It was Rachel.

I took a deep breath and steeled my face just a tick before she appeared in the doorway.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

I slowly released the breath I was holding before glancing in her direction. She’d chosen a different look entirely this time. She looked more sophisticated and professional. She wore a tight pencil skirt that ended just above her knee, high heels that were an inch too tall for the office, and a silk blouse that had an alluring drape in front. Her hair was loosely fastened to the back of her head with a claw that could be removed with a single squeeze of the prongs.

I tried to clear my mind of the visual I had of her hair falling over her bare shoulders. I wasn’t going to make it through that scene if I didn’t focus.

I caught a glimpse of a smirk on Rachel’s lips. She knew what the outfit was doing to me. She probably wore it on purpose to try and derail me.

“Yes, Miss Jameson. Come in. Shut the door behind you, please.”

When Rachel turned around, she noticed the decanter on the credenza. Her brow furrowed as she stared at it. I knew she was wondering how I intended to use that prop and if I’d decided to start drinking again just for our scene.

“I see you staring at my scotch. Would you like a drink, Miss Jameson?”

Rachel snapped her face toward me. She shook her head.

“Please, have a seat.” I stood and gestured toward her chair and then waited for her to sit before walking to the credenza to pour two glasses. “We should have a drink. It will help to relax you.”

“Do I need to relax, sir?”

I chuckled as I finished pouring. Then, with a knowing smile on my face, I turned and presented her glass to her. She accepted it with a shaky hand, and I held mine up for a toast. “To tonight.”

I clinked my glass to hers and lifted it to my lips for a healthy sip. Rachel watched me take my sip before tentatively lifting her glass to sniff the contents. A crease formed on her forehead as she took her first sip, then immediately smoothed when the realisation hit her.

I went on as if nothing had happened. “I’d like to keep our late night work sessions more social like this. I assume nothing has changed since last night… No second thoughts, no sudden attacks of misguided morality?”

Rachel closed her eyes and shook her head. She swallowed hard before answering. “No.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.

It made my cock harder knowing she was already anticipating what was coming next. I honestly didn’t think it was possible for it to get any harder.

I reached out and stroked her cheek with my knuckles and then watched the pink splotches crawl up her neck and over her pale face. I wondered how much her mind was warring with her responsive body. I could hardly wait for our debriefing afterward. I planned to start it right after I came. I didn’t even want to wait until we were home. I enjoyed playing, but I missed my Rachel.

I kept stroking her cheek as I sipped my drink. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot today, Rachel. Have you been thinking about me?”

The colour of her cheeks reddened. I could actually feel the rush of heat against my knuckles. She nodded and dipped her head in defeat, her drink coming to rest on her lap.

“Were you able to keep your boyfriend at bay last night?”

“Yes, sir. I did as you asked.”

“Oh, you have missed me. You’re hoping for another reward, aren’t you, my special girl?”

Rachel squirmed in her seat and swallowed hard. She leaned forward and set her half full glass on the edge of the desk and then fought to keep her shaking hands still on her lap. She was positively brimming with sexual tension.

“You don’t have to answer, I can see it in your body. You’re aching for me to touch you again. Is that what you’ve been thinking about today, Rachel? Have you been fantasizing about my tongue swirling around your pert little clit until you explode? Has your tight little cunt been aching to feel me inside you?”

Rachel gasped and then swallowed hard. Her silk blouse shook, betraying how much her body was trembling with need.

“I can still taste you on my tongue. So sweet. I didn’t get to spend the time I wanted there. I want to explore more of what you have to offer, Rachel. Get to know every inch of you as you will come to know me in time.”

I set my drink down next to hers and cupped her face in my palms, lifting her gaze to mine.

“Tonight will set our future. After this, there is no going back.”

I steadied her face in my palms to claim her mouth. Plunging my tongue past her lips, I filled the moist space and seized it for my own selfish purpose. It took her a few seconds to submit to the act, then her tongue was swirling with mine. I released my hold on her face and pulled her up from her chair and into my arms, never breaking contact with her lips.

Our kissing deepened and then grew more frantic as the need escalated within us both. At the rate we were going, I was going to come in my pants before I even got her blouse off. I reluctantly pulled away from our kiss to get back into my role.

We were both panting and clawing at each other like animals in heat. The scene had escalated too quickly.

“Not so fast, little one.” I took a few deep breaths to slow down my breathing and heart rate. “Rome wasn’t built in a day.” It was cliche, but unfortunately also the only thing that popped into my head. It fit the role, though.

Rachel stifled a chuckle and buried her face in my shoulder to hide the smile I was sure was on her face.

“You don’t want to rouse the animal in me, little one. He might just hurt you.”

I could tell the very instant that smile left Rachel’s face. A chill ran through her and she started to pull away from my grasp. I tightened my hold on her and roughly groped her right breast through her blouse to drive the point home.

I released her breast and unbuckled my belt. Pinning her against the desk with my body, I unfastened my trousers and pulled my engorged cock through the opening in the boxers I was wearing.

“This is what you’ve really come here for, isn’t it, Rachel little one?”

Rachel turned her head to the side to avoid looking at it. I firmly grasped her wrist and eased her hand to my stiff cock.

“Play with my penis, little one. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. The beast is silenced.”

I held her wrist as her fingers slowly glided over my shaft.

“That’s my special girl.”

Rachel winced at the phrase but kept exploring with her fingers. I released her wrist to allow her to do it on her own. I got a charge out of watching her caress my cock with such reluctance. There was something about it that turned me on.

I reached into her blouse and snaked my hand beneath her bra to fondle her breast. A few seconds later, I had her unclasped and was holding the weight of her bare bosom in my hand.

She wouldn’t face me for another kiss, so I lowered my face to her neck and began to kiss and suckle her there. I knew this was a major erogenous zone for Rachel, and her body responded accordingly. She arched her back, thrusting her breast harder into my massaging palm.

It felt like I was witnessing a tennis match. Her willing body against her reluctant mind. At the moment, her body was winning. Time to serve one up for her mind, now.

“I like the way you’re stroking my cock, little one. I’d like it better if you were naked. Think you can manage that while I shutdown my computer?” I tapped her chin for an extra demeaning effect before tucking my cock back into my boxers and buttoning the trousers to keep them up as I walked around the desk.

Rachel appeared to be frozen in place. I could only imagine the litany of names she was calling me at that moment. I pretended not to notice her as I focused on my computer screen, but I caught every move she made from my peripheral vision.

It took her a couple of seconds to start moving toward the goal of removing her clothes. I imagine she was giving herself a pretty heavy pep talk. She was a strong woman, who in real life had never succumbed to such demeaning control. Truth be told, what I was doing to her was mild compared to what I’d done in the past with other willing subs.

The thing I’d learned from my experience in the lifestyle was that one size didn’t fit all. What we were doing might bore the snot out of someone else. And what another submissive endured would probably scare the shit out of Rachel. It didn’t really matter as long as what you did was working for you.

And even though this was pretty tame compared to other scenes I’d done, it was definitely working for me.

She took her time removing her clothing and so I took my time shutting down, being sure to send off a few last minute emails as if having a naked woman in my office was a regular occurrence and not nearly as important as business. By the time my screen was going blank, she no doubt felt the full weight of her insignificance to my character.

I shoved the laptop into the carrying case and cleared the desktop of all other contents. I’d brought a ruler and had it prominently displayed atop the desk in case she decided to be disobedient. I had to be ready to follow through on punishments, if needed, and my hand couldn’t take another long spanking. I was thankful the scene hadn’t gone that direction.

I approached Rachel’s flank and pulled her naked body against my business suit to give her the full effect of her vulnerability. Her arms were crossed over her front, protecting her breasts and lower abdomen. She was so cute like that, but not quite where I wanted her. Time for a nice lob for the other side.

I unclipped her hair and nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent and laying small kisses beneath her ear and along her shoulder. She shivered in response. Yes, that’s it. Let the feeling take you.

My arms engulfed her, my hand brushing her arm away from her breast so I could fondle it as I nibbled her ear. I’d made it once again clear that I was the one who controlled what happened. That was the way to get her to submit the way I wanted. To get her juices flowing so urgently that she would do just about anything for release.

I could feel her relaxing in my arms; succumbing to the quickening. My hand slid down her abdomen and over her pussy mound. I cupped her there possessively for a brief moment to convey my claim. Then I pushed my middle finger past her pussy lips and into her hot, wet hole.

Rachel sucked a sharp breath into her lungs at the intrusion. I bit her ear to keep her from moving, and then continued to finger fuck her. I didn’t want to all out fuck her or get her off, I just wanted to show her that I liked to play with her pussy. That it was mine to play with.

“Your pussy is once again ripe for me, Rachel. This time I’m going to give it what it really wants.”

Rachel’s head shook slowly from side to side, and her mouth opened as if she were about to protest, but she said nothing. She simply looked stunned, panting and mewling as I continued to work my finger in and out of her wet cunt.

I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to the floor. I didn’t bother with the boxers, I could leave them in place and fuck her through the open fly. Inching her toward the desk until her thighs came flush against the side, I slipped my finger out of her pussy and pressed her down onto the desk, face-first.

I hoisted her right knee up and onto the desk to open her cunt to me. Then I positioned my throbbing head at her opening.

“Wait! Please, no.”

“It’s too late for that now, little one.”

“I, uh, I’m not on the pill. I could get pregnant.”

This must’ve been part of her character background that she’d conjured up for our scene. I stared down at her glistening cunt, my cock throbbing to enter. I eased the head of my cock inside her warmth and instantly felt her pulsating welcome.

“Please believe me.”

“I do believe you. If you thought that was going to stop me, you were wrong. I love the thought of filling you with my seed and making a baby. I want you to get pregnant. In fact, I might just have you stay after work every night until you do. And if that’s not enough, at lunch, too.”

My hips started bucking furiously, thrusting my cock as deep as I could inside her.

“And when your belly is big and round with my baby, I’m going to keep fucking you.”

I was lost in my own fantasy again, the one that had been haunting my mind for weeks.

“I’m going to suckle milk from your breast as you feed our child, and then I’m going to fill you with my seed until you’re pregnant again. Yes. Fuck.”

I slammed my hips hard into her for my final thrusts, unloading everything I had in a series of intense, shuddering waves that left me seeing stars. I gripped her hips to steady me upright.

For several silent seconds, we remained in that position.

When blood flow returned to my head, I eased out of her pussy and pulled her knee off the desk to return her foot back to the floor. A twinge of guilt washed over me as I realized that I’d been totally selfish. I had no idea if she came or not.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her cheek and neck, working my way along her jaw toward her lips.

Suddenly I had this urgent need to tell her how I felt. “I love you so much, Rachel.”

She smiled, but before she had a chance to reply, my lips were on hers. I was desperate to kiss her. It felt like we’d been apart for days or something. I’d never felt that way after a scene before. I wanted to make love to her again, but not on that desk. Not in that office. At home. In our bed.

I couldn’t let go of her, though. Not yet. I wished I could just beam us there.

I sat down in the chair behind me pulling her firmly onto my lap and holding her in place. Rachel slumped against my chest and heaved a deep sigh.

I stroked her hair. “Are you alright?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. That was intense.”

I nodded. I knew it had been for me. “Did you cum?”

Rachel nodded and chuckled. “Yeah.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Your reaction to my confession about not being on the pill. It was so powerful.”

“That’s because I wasn’t acting.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s how I feel about impregnating you. I want to have children with you. I want to get married first, don’t get me wrong.”

Rachel lifted her head and twisted to look me square in the face. “What are you saying, Jeff?”

“I think I’m asking you to marry me.”

My heart thudded in my chest for the ten second delay in her response. Tears welled in her eyes and her body started to tremble as she nodded her head.

“Is that a yes?”

She managed a smile before her first sob took her. “Yes.”

I wake up to find you beside me. I lie, naked and spooning into your soft warm curves behind you, running my fingers softly along your cheek, pushing the hair from your neck. Leaning in, you feel the softness of my lips along the top of your shoulder, then along the flesh where your hair once laid. You feel the tender touch of my tongue on your skin, as the fingers that moved your hair from your neck begin to trace along the top of your chest.

My hand continues lower, fingers slowly spiralling down and inward over your fabric covered breasts. As I gently run my teeth along your warming neck, you feel my fingertips trace your stiffening nipple, my thumb and forefinger gently teasing. I harden against you, and my fingers continue their exploration.

Continuing to journey down your body, my hand finds the base of your night shirt and disappears beneath. Moving upwards, I tease your body with aching slowness. You feel them reach your breasts, and I gently roll one nipple, then the other between my fingers. Unconsciously you begin to grind backwards against me, feeling my hardness against you.

My hand again returns to the bottom of your night shirt and slowly pulls it up your body. You look back at me and sit up for a brief moment, lifting your arms, allowing me to pull the fabric over and off. With your breasts now exposed, you lay back down, grinding your ass firmly into my swollen cock through your PJ bottoms. As we grind harder against each other my hand explores you, running over your breasts and neck.

I roll you to your back, reaching across your body and turning your lips to mine. They connect, then part, our tongues meeting with growing passion. As I kiss you, my hand moves over your warming skin. Although not rough, I am no longer teasing, wanting you to clearly feel my growing desire through my touch. I run my hands to your breasts now, caressing them with purpose.

As I pull from our kiss, I bite your lower lip. My mouth moves to your cheek, your neck, then along the top of your chest. I firmly roll one nipple between my fingers and you feel a warmth overcome the other, my tongue rhythmically moving over it while my lips gently suck. I kiss your chest and my fingers travel lower, nervous energy rushing over your body as my fingers trace down your stomach. My mouth moves from your breast, up your neck and chest to your lips once again, and as they meet my own, you feel the tips of my fingers slip beneath the top of your pants. I kiss you long and deep now as my hand delves deeper. As I continue to grind against you, my fingers part your warmth, bringing your wetness to your swelling clit. I massage slowly but firmly, then run lower again, two fingers disappearing inside you.

A sigh parts your lips as your legs open wider, inviting me to explore your depths. You turn your face toward me and kiss me hard. At the same time your hand moves to my hardness and strokes me, wrapping itself around me; you can feel me throb in your hand, aching to be released.

I remove my hands from inside your pants and push you to your back. In a quick movement I am between your legs, my body knelt over you. I lean in and kiss you deeply, your hand continuing to stroke me. I kiss your neck and shoulders to the top of your chest. You release your grip as I kiss lower, making my way to your breasts. Caressing them firmly now with my hands and sucking one nipple then the other, I grind my body between your legs. I run my teeth over your flesh and move my body downward, kissing down your stomach. You feel your pyjama bottoms now loosen, my hands pulling them slowly down your legs.

Looking down at me as the last of your clothing is pulled from your body and tossed aside, I look deeply into your eyes as my hands reach to your inner thighs. Slowly massaging, they make their way higher. Soon I feel the warmth emanating from you on my hands and I lean in, slowly kissing just above the inside of one knee, then the other. My lips and tongue now journey upwards and I become entranced by the fragrance of your womanhood. As my mouth moves higher, you feel your wetness being parted, and two fingers enter you once as you look down at me with anticipation. I gently bite along the top of your inner thigh, then as your back arches and your head rolls backward, you feel my tongue then my lips make contact.

While my fingers move in and out of your body, you feel me softly sucking on your clit, my tongue caressing your swollen and sensitive nub. Reflexively, your hand moves to my head, running through my hair and holding my mouth against you. The taste of your warm honey is intoxicating, and the craving to feel that warmth wrapped around me grows stronger every moment. Caressing faster with my mouth now, I revel in the perfection of your beautiful body. I run my tongue to where my fingers penetrate you now, and run it through your warmth, adding your juices to the moisture of my mouth. I use this wetness to continue pleasing your clit.

Unable to wait any longer, I lift myself. You watch as I reach down, pull my pants and boxers down my legs, and throw them aside. My cock springs forth, and you can clearly see my excitement. I begin to kiss up your body once more, my mouth running over your stomach, your breasts, and your neck to your lips. I kiss you beautiful smile deeply, letting you share in your taste.

As I kiss you, you feel my hand move between your legs, stroking slowly. A moment later you feel my hand leave your body and you realize I have myself in my hand. I pull from our kiss and kneel between your open legs. You look down to see my cock in my hand, then watch and feel as I begin to stroke my swollen tip along the length of your wetness.

Placing myself at your waiting entrance, we both smile at the anticipation of what comes next. I lean in, kissing your soft lips once more, and you feel my cock spread your warmth, filling you slowly. Immediately I feel your heat consume me, taking me until I am deep inside of you. As we kiss deeper than before, my hands run over your body and my hips begin rolling, my throbbing cock moving in and out of you.

Your hand reaches to my hair, pulling me deeper into our kiss, your hips moving with me now, inviting me to fill you more and more . Our bodies rock together, our rhythm teaming to let your warmth envelop me fully. Eventually our lips part, and I focus on moving faster and faster, my cock unable to get enough of your perfect body.

Intent on lasting, I begin to slow my pace. I then pull my cock from your warmth and pull you to meet me. Kneeling on our knees, face to face, we kiss. Upon the parting of our lips, I kiss and suckle firmly upon your breasts while you stroke my hardness firmly with your hand. You then take charge, pushing me to my back. You then smile and lean forward. Without hesitation you take me between your lips, your tongue circling my head, sucking me deep into your mouth. Expertly sucking my cock, you look into my eyes and I watch as I disappear over and over between your lips. Finally, pulling me from your mouth, you smile. Still stroking me, you move up and over my body, positioning me at your hungry entrance.

Slowly you lower yourself to my cock and once again our bodies join. With eyes locked, you grind me deep into you, leaning in to let me kiss your breasts, your neck, and your soft and warm lips. You continue to ride me for some time, my hips thrusting my hardness deeper into you in concert with each of your downward movements. Using your beautiful body to pleasure me, your breathing steadily grows heavier and faster until I feel your body tighten and you begin to moan softly and release yourself around me. As you come down from your high, you slow your pace, clearly exhausted.

Taking my cue, I slowly roll you off of me. As we reposition ourselves I lead you to bend over. On your knees now, I position myself behind you and enter your divine warmth once more. You feel as amazing from behind as in every other way, and I know it won’t be long before I too get release. No longer focusing on being gentle, my cock moves in and out of you hard and fast.

As I now absolutely fuck your perfect pussy from behind, I feel your hand move between your legs, stroking your clit as I penetrate you over and over. I grip your ass and hips firmly, giving extra leverage to my thrusts. I slowly massage your ass, and based on the moans escaping your lips, you don’t seem to mind at all. Taking it one step further, you begin to feel fingers very light running over your back entrance, adding extra stimulation. Over the next few minutes this added stimulation increases in intensity and you feel a finger firmly massaging.

Finally, as your breath begins to quicken once more, my thrusts gain intensity, and you can tell I am getting close. The hand between your legs now joins your perfect pussy in milking my hardness, urging me to finish my task. As you look back at me, thrusting backwards to meet my every move forward, I tell you I am going to cum.

You continue to look over your shoulder at me and I begin to let out a low moan. Deep inside, you feel the quake of my release and the warmth of my seed filling you, your wetness now mixing with my fluids. I continue with my final thrusts, feeling your hand on your clit once more and a final moan leave your lips.

Collapsing together on the bed, you turn to kiss me deeply one last time, then press your ass against my softening member. We lay there, once against just gently grinding, my lips once again kissing your neck slowly as you smile, comforted by the warm feeling of our combined arousal spilling onto your inner thigh; a reminder of the moment just shared.

It’s really cold outside today!

I wish I was warm in bed, snuggling naked with my adorable curvy, naked mommy.  Snuggling turns into a kiss, a lick, a nibble, a suck on her gorgeous breasts… her reaching down and getting my cold cock hard… knowing what we both want next.  My mom guiding my chilly cock to the warm, wet opening to her sweet incestuous paradise.  My one true home…between the legs of my one true love. 

My mom biting her lip as she lines my cock up with her maternal slit…her only son about to re-enter her most forbidden place.  I want to watch her jaw drop and hear my mom’s sweet moan as I sink my cold cock deep inside her incredible, warm little pussy. I would moan too with how perfect it feels to be back inside my mother once again. 

 I’d want my mom to hold my head to her beautiful bare breasts and sigh “my baby” into my ear while I’m deep inside her. A mother and son, finally reunited at last.  I’d start making love to my sweet mother and revel in every moan that she makes. I’d explore every hidden secret of my mother’s hot little pussy with my cock, knowing that this is what pure ecstasy feels like.

I would kiss my mom, sweetly, our lips and tongues dancing and trying to devour each other as our passion grew stronger and stronger.

My adorable mother would know when I was getting close and tell me “It’s okay, sweetie…let it all out inside me.”

I’d want her to say those amazing words again.  I mean, how many lucky guys in history have ever heard their own mother tell them to cum deep inside her unprotected pussy?  Yeah, exactly.

“Tell me again, mom…”

“Please, baby… cum inside mommy’s pussy.”

And then, to double-down I’d pant as I fuck her “I’m going to get you pregnant, mommy.”

“YES! Please baby! Get mommy pregnant with all your hot cum! Cum in mommy’s pussy, sweetheart!”

And then I’d lose control. I’d hilt my cock deep inside my own mother’s fertile pussy, explode inside her and flood her unprotected womb with rope after rope of her son’s potent cum.  

And whatever noise and face she made while I came inside her for the first time would be etched in my memory forever.

If my curvy mommy only knew how badly I needed her…

DM me and let’s chat about this and other amazing fantasies!

incestcreampies:

I want my sweet, curvy mom to lie naked on her bed, legs spread wide open, waiting for me to make love to her.

I want to eat out my mom’s beautiful pussy and listen to her cute moans as i make her cum.

I want her to pant and beg me to enter her.

I want to feel her perfect slit squeeze me as I slide my cock so deep inside her.

I want to thrust my cock deep inside my mom’s warm, wet, womanhood over and over again.

I want my mom to wrap her legs around my butt and pull me deep inside her as I tell her that I’m going to cum.

I want to slam my cock balls deep inside my mom’s fertile pussy as I explode every drop of my warm cum inside her amazing womb.

I want to tell my mom how badly I hope I impregnated her as she smiles and kisses me deeply.

Message me and let’s chat about this.

I need to be deep inside my sister’s pussy so badly…

I want her sweet little curves wrapped around me while I nibble on her neck, her ear, kiss her pursed lips.  I want to suckle on her adorable breasts, knowing that our children will one day do the same. I want to explore her wet, warm, forbidden paradise with my tongue, my lips, my fingers, my cock… making her moan and squeal as our sweet lovemaking starts to ramp up into rough, forceful fucking.  My sister getting lost in pleasure as her only brother drills harder and deeper into her naughty little pussy.  The sight of my cock sliding in and out of my sister’s sweet little slit etched into my brain. The sound of my sister cumming on my cock sounding like heaven.

I need to hear my sister beg me to cum deep inside her sweet pussy. No condom, no birth control, no regrets, no doubt that her big brother is going to impregnate her.

I need to kiss my sister passionately as I feel my cock explode deep inside of her, up against her cervix, my warm cum pumping directly into her helpless little womb. 

She’s turned into the most lovely, curvy young woman.  And there’s no woman in the world I’d rather have my children.

DM me and let’s chat about this.

incestcreampies:

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

I have a lot of free time the next few days so hit me up!

incestcreampies:

I want my sweet angels naked in my bed, waiting for me to make love to them.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop as her only son’s cock penetrates her only daughter’s unprotected pussy.

I want my sister to tell me what a cock whore and cum slut she is while I fuck her hard.

I want my sister to BEG me to cum deep inside her slutty pussy.

I want my sister to BEG me to impregnate her.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop again when I explode my hot cum deep inside my younger sister’s fertile womb and listen to her moan like a naughty little cum slut.

I want to spread my mom’s thick thighs apart as I slide my soaked cock deep inside my mom’s welcoming, warm, unprotected pussy.

I want to kiss my mom’s lips passionately as I thrust deeply inside her bare slit, exploring places grown sons shouldn’t but want to more than anything.

I want my sister to ride my mom’s face while my cum drips out of her pussy into our mother’s thirsty mouth and down her throat.

I want every drop of my cum to end up in one of my sweet angels’ bare holes.

I want my conservative mother to enjoy cleaning out her daughter’s dirty pussy with her tongue.

I want to suck on my sister’s pert breasts while I drill into our mom’s slit.

I want to hear my mom moan into my sister’s cunt as I tell her I’m not going to pull out…that I’m going to cum in my mom’s pussy…that i’m going to impregnate her too.

I want to unload my balls deep inside my mom’s defenseless, chubby little pussy.

I want my sweet angels to walk around the house in cow-print bikinis while they carry my children…ready for their stud to fuck and fill them again and again.

Is that too much to ask?  I think not.

DM me and let’s chat about this.

incestcreampies:

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

My nice warm potent cum belongs deep inside my sister’s fertile little womb.

She’s a plain jane, and chubby, and curvy, and perfect to bear my children.

Making love to her over and over would be absolute heaven.

I want to watch her jaw drop as I enter her pussy, unprotected, my cock stretching her sweet young pussy open.

I want to kiss her all over, suckle on her breasts, nibble on her neck and whisper how much I want her and need her… how badly I need to fill her and impregnate her.

DM me and let’s chat about this!

incestcreampies:

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

I’d love to chat about anything kinky (especially cuckolding, anonymous sex, threesomes and moresomes, orgies, risky unprotected sex, etc…)   I have a lot of free time today and tomorrow so hit me up!

I wold love to walk in on my mom and sister fooling around with each other, stark naked, not expecting me to interrupt their naughty incestuous fun.  I want to catch them eating each other out or scissoring…and then the real fun will begin.

I want them to see me watching them and smirk like ravenous wolves who just found their next meal.

I want them to beckon me over to them, forcing me to decide who I want to enter first.

I want my sister’s hand to guide my cock into our mom’s wet, waiting pussy…getting ready to make love to the woman I want more than any other on Earth.

I want to watch and hear my mommy moan as I sink my bare cock deep inside her most treasured place…my home.  My mother’s perfect little pussy.

I want to make love to my mom as if she were the last woman on Earth kissing and caressing her passionately.  Letting her know that no other man could ever love her as much as I do.

I want to watch my mom’s face as I tell her “I’m going to cum deep inside you, mom… I’m going to get you pregnant.”

I want her to tell me to.

I want my mom to say “Oh God, yes!  This is so wrong and I don’t care… Please cum deep inside mommy’s pussy, sweetie…”

And then I want to do just that.

I want to deposit a week’s worth of saved up cum inside my mom’s hungry little cunt…the sheer amount of warm seed flooding her womb causing her to go over the edge and causing her to cum herself.

I want to ready myself for round two… my curvy sister’s sweet snatch.

I want my sister to lie on the edge of the bed,ready for me to enter her soaking wet unprotected pussy.

I want to sink my bareback cock deep inside my sister’s ready fuck hole.

I want to rail my sister’s bare, slutty cunt relentlessly.

I want our mom to climb her cummy pussy on top of my sis and ride her daughter’s face as I plow her.

I want to make my sister moan, squeal and scream as I drill her slutty hole as hard as I can.

I want to explode my potent cum deep inside my fertile little sister’s defenseless womb… no mercy… no birth control… just nature.

I want to make sure I impregnate my sister and mother’s unprotected pussies.

I want to breed them over and over and over again.

Is that too much to ask?

DM me anytime and let’s chat about this and other kinky stuff!

incestcreampies:

I want my sweet angels naked in my bed, waiting for me to make love to them.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop as her only son’s cock penetrates her only daughter’s unprotected pussy.

I want my sister to tell me what a cock whore and cum slut she is while I fuck her hard.

I want my sister to BEG me to cum deep inside her slutty pussy.

I want my sister to BEG me to impregnate her.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop again when I explode my hot cum deep inside my younger sister’s fertile womb and listen to her moan like a naughty little cum slut.

I want to spread my mom’s thick thighs apart as I slide my soaked cock deep inside my mom’s welcoming, warm, unprotected pussy.

I want to kiss my mom’s lips passionately as I thrust deeply inside her bare slit, exploring places grown sons shouldn’t but want to more than anything.

I want my sister to ride my mom’s face while my cum drips out of her pussy into our mother’s thirsty mouth and down her throat.

I want every drop of my cum to end up in one of my sweet angels’ bare holes.

I want my conservative mother to enjoy cleaning out her daughter’s dirty pussy with her tongue.

I want to suck on my sister’s pert breasts while I drill into our mom’s slit.

I want to hear my mom moan into my sister’s cunt as I tell her I’m not going to pull out…that I’m going to cum in my mom’s pussy…that i’m going to impregnate her too.

I want to unload my balls deep inside my mom’s defenseless, chubby little pussy.

I want my sweet angels to walk around the house in cow-print bikinis while they carry my children…ready for their stud to fuck and fill them again and again.

Is that too much to ask?  I think not.

DM me and let’s chat about this.

incestcreampies:

I had the most vivid dream last night where my sister and I were making love (of course, bareback).  I was fucking her missionary, and then we switched to doggy style and then she wanted to ride me and then back to missionary and I SO VERY VIVIDLY remember penetrating her extremely tight pussy each time we switched positions.  I’ve been thinking about her all day…how much I want to make sweet love to her… How cute her moans were in my dream as I fucked her…  

She’s not a “gorgeous knockout.”  She’s a “plain jane.”  And that makes her so very adorable.

So this is what I want right now:

-I want my sweet, curvy, chubby sister naked in my bed.

-I want to explore every inch of her body with my tongue and lips.

-I want to suckle on her beautiful breasts.

-I want to eat her delicious pussy out for at least an hour.

-I want to make her cum by doing that…and revel in her sweet moans as she grabs my hair.

-I want to hear her say how much she wants me inside her.

-I want her to spread her legs wide, missionary and use her fingers to spread  her unprotected pussy open for me, patiently waiting for my cock.

-I want to feel my thick 7″ cock stretch her bare pussy as I slide inside my sister.

-I want to watch her jaw drop as I do that.

-I want to kiss her sweet lips passionately as I start to make love to her…drilling deeper and faster.

-I want to make love to my sister for hours as my cock explores her sweet forbidden depths, discovering every part of her naughty little pussy.

-I want to tell her I’m going to cum so deep inside her.

-I want to tell my sister that I’m going to get her pregnant.

-I want my cock to kiss her cervix as I cum deep inside her, exploding millions and millions of incestuous sperm directly into her unprotected, fertile womb…their only purpose to find and inseminate her helpless little egg.

-I want her to moan and scream as she feels my nice warm cum flooding her pussy.

-I want to kiss her deeply as I tell her how much I love her, my cock still deep inside her, touching her cervix.

-I want to do the exact same thing the next day, and the next day.

Is that asking too much?

DM me and let’s chat about it.

(Mmmm, God I want her so badly right now…If she only knew…)

I need my Mom and Sister, naked and ready, laying on my bed, spread eagle, waiting to be fucked, filled and impregnated by their loving son/brother.

Their curvy bodies waiting to please and be pleased.

Their sweet little pussies aching to be entered, stretched and filled with my cum.

The lust in their eyes as they wait for me to make love to them, to stuff their hungry pussies with my cock, to fill their fertile wombs with my cum, to impregnate their defenseless little eggs.

I want to switch between them both, then have my sister ride our mom’s face as I get ready to explode deep inside our mother’s unprotected pussy, filling her to the brim with her son’s warm, incestuous cum.

Then I want my sister to eat my cum out of our mom’s slit while I rail my sister’s slutty little pussy from behind, every moment getting closer to filling her unprotected womb up with her brother’s hot, incestuous baby batter.

I need to hear them moan and squeal as I enter them, cum inside them and impregnate them.

They need to bear my children.

No man will ever love them more.

DM me anytime to chat about this and other naughty incest fantasies.

incestcreampies:

I had the most vivid dream last night where my sister and I were making love (of course, bareback).  I was fucking her missionary, and then we switched to doggy style and then she wanted to ride me and then back to missionary and I SO VERY VIVIDLY remember penetrating her extremely tight pussy each time we switched positions.  I’ve been thinking about her all day…how much I want to make sweet love to her… How cute her moans were in my dream as I fucked her…  

She’s not a “gorgeous knockout.”  She’s a “plain jane.”  And that makes her so very adorable.

So this is what I want right now:

-I want my sweet, curvy, chubby sister naked in my bed.

-I want to explore every inch of her body with my tongue and lips.

-I want to suckle on her beautiful breasts.

-I want to eat her delicious pussy out for at least an hour.

-I want to make her cum by doing that…and revel in her sweet moans as she grabs my hair.

-I want to hear her say how much she wants me inside her.

-I want her to spread her legs wide, missionary and use her fingers to spread  her unprotected pussy open for me, patiently waiting for my cock.

-I want to feel my thick 7″ cock stretch her bare pussy as I slide inside my sister.

-I want to watch her jaw drop as I do that.

-I want to kiss her sweet lips passionately as I start to make love to her…drilling deeper and faster.

-I want to make love to my sister for hours as my cock explores her sweet forbidden depths, discovering every part of her naughty little pussy.

-I want to tell her I’m going to cum so deep inside her.

-I want to tell my sister that I’m going to get her pregnant.

-I want my cock to kiss her cervix as I cum deep inside her, exploding millions and millions of incestuous sperm directly into her unprotected, fertile womb…their only purpose to find and inseminate her helpless little egg.

-I want her to moan and scream as she feels my nice warm cum flooding her pussy.

-I want to kiss her deeply as I tell her how much I love her, my cock still deep inside her, touching her cervix.

-I want to do the exact same thing the next day, and the next day.

Is that asking too much?

DM me and let’s chat about it.

(Mmmm, God I want her so badly right now…If she only knew…)

I had the most vivid dream last night where my sister and I were making love (of course, bareback).  I was fucking her missionary, and then we switched to doggy style and then she wanted to ride me and then back to missionary and I SO VERY VIVIDLY remember penetrating her extremely tight pussy each time we switched positions.  I’ve been thinking about her all day…how much I want to make sweet love to her… How cute her moans were in my dream as I fucked her…  

She’s not a “gorgeous knockout.”  She’s a “plain jane.”  And that makes her so very adorable.

So this is what I want right now:

-I want my sweet, curvy, chubby sister naked in my bed.

-I want to explore every inch of her body with my tongue and lips.

-I want to suckle on her beautiful breasts.

-I want to eat her delicious pussy out for at least an hour.

-I want to make her cum by doing that…and revel in her sweet moans as she grabs my hair.

-I want to hear her say how much she wants me inside her.

-I want her to spread her legs wide, missionary and use her fingers to spread  her unprotected pussy open for me, patiently waiting for my cock.

-I want to feel my thick 7″ cock stretch her bare pussy as I slide inside my sister.

-I want to watch her jaw drop as I do that.

-I want to kiss her sweet lips passionately as I start to make love to her…drilling deeper and faster.

-I want to make love to my sister for hours as my cock explores her sweet forbidden depths, discovering every part of her naughty little pussy.

-I want to tell her I’m going to cum so deep inside her.

-I want to tell my sister that I’m going to get her pregnant.

-I want my cock to kiss her cervix as I cum deep inside her, exploding millions and millions of incestuous sperm directly into her unprotected, fertile womb…their only purpose to find and inseminate her helpless little egg.

-I want her to moan and scream as she feels my nice warm cum flooding her pussy.

-I want to kiss her deeply as I tell her how much I love her, my cock still deep inside her, touching her cervix.

-I want to do the exact same thing the next day, and the next day.

Is that asking too much?

DM me and let’s chat about it.

(Mmmm, God I want her so badly right now…If she only knew…)

That sums up what I’ve been dreaming about lately: stuffing my younger sister’s pussy like a thanksgiving turkey.

Recently, I really want to pound her unprotected cunt..HARD. I want to hear her moan and scream as I slam deep inside her over and over again. I want her to feel my pent-up frustration and how much I want to impregnate her.

Mmmmm, and I do want to.

She’s married, young and fertile…and I want to be the one to knock her up.

I want her husband to think it’s his…fucking idiot.

She’s always been kinda obsessed with me and I love it.

Now let’s see if that obsession will let me pump a baby deep inside her unprotected pussy.

*Whew!*  DM me anytime and let’s chat about this.

I want my sweet angels naked in my bed, waiting for me to make love to them.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop as her only son’s cock penetrates her only daughter’s unprotected pussy.

I want my sister to tell me what a cock whore and cum slut she is while I fuck her hard.

I want my sister to BEG me to cum deep inside her slutty pussy.

I want my sister to BEG me to impregnate her.

I want to watch my mom’s jaw drop again when I explode my hot cum deep inside my younger sister’s fertile womb and listen to her moan like a naughty little cum slut.

I want to spread my mom’s thick thighs apart as I slide my soaked cock deep inside my mom’s welcoming, warm, unprotected pussy.

I want to kiss my mom’s lips passionately as I thrust deeply inside her bare slit, exploring places grown sons shouldn’t but want to more than anything.

I want my sister to ride my mom’s face while my cum drips out of her pussy into our mother’s thirsty mouth and down her throat.

I want every drop of my cum to end up in one of my sweet angels’ bare holes.

I want my conservative mother to enjoy cleaning out her daughter’s dirty pussy with her tongue.

I want to suck on my sister’s pert breasts while I drill into our mom’s slit.

I want to hear my mom moan into my sister’s cunt as I tell her I’m not going to pull out…that I’m going to cum in my mom’s pussy…that i’m going to impregnate her too.

I want to unload my balls deep inside my mom’s defenseless, chubby little pussy.

I want my sweet angels to walk around the house in cow-print bikinis while they carry my children…ready for their stud to fuck and fill them again and again.

Is that too much to ask?  I think not.

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