by Sanya Sitter
He helps me glide up and down his cock, rapidly increasing the momentum of his push and pull until he's just face-fucking me. The size of his cock is blocking my air passages and I'm becoming desperate for a breath.
I squint hard, choking on his cock while trying to ignore the intense convulsions in my lungs from lack of air. It's becoming too much.
But he continues his forceful thrusts into my throat like a jackhammer until I feel like I'm ready to pass out. The head of his cock twitches in the deepest recesses of my throat and I know he's getting ready to cum.
"Nn--nng!" I try to remind him through more gargling, but still he persists. I begin tapping wildly on his thighs, pleading him to pull out so I can take a breath, but he is ignoring every signal to stop. I dig my fingernails into the skin of his legs as deep as I can.
Finally. he lifts me off his cock and I double over, gasping for air. Mr. Martin lets out a long sigh of relief,
"Phew! That was close..."
"You're telling me, asshole!" I say through heavy breaths.
"Hey, this little game was your idea..." I see now that he wants to play dirty. At least his true competitiveness is finally showing again. Well two can play at that game, Mr. Martin...
"Well you survived the first round. Are you ready for round two?" My fingers dance down my belly and dip into the front of my soaking wet shorts.
"Mmm... You got me so wet, Mr. Martin..." I moan softly, fingering my clit and lying backward onto the carpet. When my back hits the floor, I insert a thumb at either side of the waist and slip the shorts off. With legs spread eagle toward Mr. Martin, I ask him,
"Do you think you can fuck this tight little pussy without cumming inside me?" Only, I desperately want him to. He might think this is just a fun little game, but he doesn't realize that I'm doing this to get pregnant.
There is no way he will be able to pull out in time when I'm working his cock like an expert little whore. Once Mr. Martin feels the tightness of my virgin pussy squeezing every inch of his throbbing cock, his primal urge to breed will take over.
"I bet I'll make you cum before you can pull out..." I say with a sinister grin. His shirt drops to the floor next to me. I knew he could never turn down a challenge. He steps out of the jeans crumpled around his ankles and get down between my legs, then grabs my legs behind the knees and holds them in the air.
Then he buries his face in my crotch and my hips jolt out of reflex when I feel his tongue lapping on my pussy. His tongue dives between my labia and swirls in a figure eight pattern and my legs begin to shake uncontrollably.
He slurps on and around my clit, tasting every part of my virgin sweetness with relish. My hips buck wildly against his face as he lifts my ass into the air. Then my stomach clenches at the new sensation of Mr. Martin licking on my puckered asshole with the tip of his tongue. I definitely wasn't expecting that.
"Oh!---I want you inside of me Mr. Martin! Please..." He drops my legs and positions himself over me. His shaft is pressing between my folds. Lubricated by his spit and my own juices, he rubs my clit some more with the tip. My legs begin to spasm again and I can't stop myself from crying out. All this stimulation is overloading my senses.
The head of his thick cock parts my wet entrance and inserts itself just enough so the tip is inside me. He moans long and hard when he feels the tightness of my walls gripping his stiff dick. I wrap my legs around his waist and plead for him to go deeper.
"Push Mr. Martin!" I pull him in closer with my legs and feel the force of his pelvis impaling me on his cock. As it slides in smooth into the wetness of my pussy I have to bite down hard on my lip to stop from screaming.
The girth of his massive cock feels like it's going to split me in two. Every throbbing pulse beats against my tight walls, sending electric tingles up my spine.
I reach around to grab his ass and pull him in deeper until his balls tap against my asshole. My legs twitch in the air and I squeal when his cock bottoms out at my cervix.
Mr. Martin is balls deep inside me now. There is no way I'm going to let him out. I clench my pussy as tight as I can, squeezing the whole of his cock as I hold him against me from behind. His head falls to my tits with a grunt.
I rock my hips against him and squeeze his ass cheeks hard out of reflex when he slams against my cervix again.
But the pain of it all is becoming more subtle, masked by the euphoric waves emanating from deep in my core. his head bounces between my breasts while I fuck him with my gyrating pelvis in the air.
He seems to be concentrating so hard on not cumming that he is hardly moving.
"Awww... is that all you can handle?" Mr. Martin grunts and his cock twitches between my walls. He grabs on to my ass and squeezes hard, squinting like he is fighting every instinctual urge to ejaculate inside me.
After all, there is more at stake than our silly little game. He would have an awfully difficult time explaining to his wife how he got his eighteen-year-old neighbor knocked up.
"Mmm... I want to feel your warm cum filling my tight little pussy... do it, Mr. Martin!" I lick at the corner of my upper lip and moan, begging for him to cum inside me. I want to know what it feels like to have Mr. Martin plant his seed in me.
I buck my ass wildly in the air, trying desperately to milk the spunk from his cock. My pink manicured nails dig into the skin of his ass deep enough to almost draw blood while I hold him in place, refusing to let him pull out.
His cock twitches again. My body writhes to the electricity building deep inside me as I work his cock. Wet girl juices gush from me and roll down Mr. Matin’s ball sac.
I sense the pace of his breath quickening. He can't hold out much longer. He’s huffing and grunting with all the restraint he can muster. Beads of sweat from his forehead fall to my chest. I clench the walls of my pussy with the strength of every muscle in my core.
"Don't worry Mr. Martin, I want you to cum inside me! Just let go!" I squirm and squeal when I feel his cock thrusting forcefully against my cervix. The sensation of it all is more than I can bear.
My muscles contract around the whole of his cock as he slips and slides in the deluge of wet juices flowing from my pussy. My eyes roll back as he continues his fierce pounding.
"Fuck--Jen, I can't hold it. I'm--gonna fucking cum!" Mr. Martin’s cock slams into my cervix and his hips are locked against me. I am overcome by the exhilarating rush of victory as thick, warm spunk spews from his cock and floods my uterus.
My legs begin to quake and my whole body spasms uncontrollably as we achieve climax together. An explosion of euphoric energy bursts from my core and courses through every extremity as his massive load floods the whole of my vaginal canal.
My legs clamp around Mr. Martin, holding him inside me while my tights walls squeeze every ounce of sperm from him. His ecstatic moans are muffled between my tits as our bodies convulse.
Then Mr. Martin collapses his full weight on top of me and his tense muscles begin to relax as our orgasms fade. As we lie there together, breathing heavy in our mutual elation, I can't stop myself from gloating a little.
"See! I told you I could make you cum inside me, Mr. Martin!" The final contractions of my orgasm continue squeezing his cock. Thick globs of spunk dribble out from my pussy and roll off his balls.
All he can muster is an unintelligible grunt. Now that I'm pregnant with his child, we don't have to play stupid games anymore. I'm going to have his baby, and that means I own him now. I give Mr. Martin a gentle pat on the back of his head buried in my chest and smile. "I win."
Filled by Santa
"Fuck you, Mom!" The brass knob bounces against the firmness of my big ass as the door behind me slams shut. I'm used to my giant ass getting in the way, but it's embarrassing when I'm trying to make a point. It's worth having though, even if just to watch the guys drool over.
I'm totally over my mom's bullshit, though. She has been such a bitch to me ever since I started hanging over at Mr. Michael's house. I'm nineteen fuck
ing years old now--it's time for her to get off my shit.
"You're just trying to use that poor man! You just want him to fuck you like the little slut that you are." It might be true, but she's still a bitch. I won't tolerate that sort of promiscuity in my house! Get out!"
So I left. And I won't be coming back, either. Who gives a fuck if it's Christmas Eve? I'm going to stay over at Mr. Michael's house tonight. And I'm going to be damn sure to get him in my pants this time.
Besides, every man deserves to know what it's like to be with a confident woman. Mr. Michaels should know what it feels like to put himself balls deep inside a tight pussy. I want him to know the pleasure of fucking this fine ass from behind, watching my pussy swallow his enormous cock.
I'll squeeze the base of his cock with the tightness of pussy while he's gripping my ass, desperate not to cum inside. Too bad for Mr. Michaels--I'm a naughty little bitch when it comes to getting I want. As hard as he'll try to stop himself, I'm going to work his cock like an expert whore until he fills my insides.
Then I'll taste his semen when it drips from my hole and moan for more.
The truth is I want Mr. Michaels to get me pregnant. I fell in love with the idea of having a kid when I started babysitting his son. I want to have a child just like his cute little Billy, and Mr. Michaels is the perfect father.
He's intelligent, handsome, and most importantly, super rich. Ever since Mr. Michaels started paying me to watch his kid three times a week I've been looking for any opportunity to seduce the man. Lord knows I've tried.
I desperately want to know what it's like to have a life growing inside me. My maternal instinct craves the safety and security of a man like Mr. Michaels who has shit together. And I would be a kick ass housewife for him. He'd never have to worry about the house chores, and I'd always be that tight, warm pussy to come home to.
Mr. Michaels doesn't even know that I'm a virgin. But that doesn't mean I don't know how to work it. I've seen enough porn to know what a guy wants. And hell, I'd let him do just about anything to me, so long as I don't have to deal with my broke ass, lazy bitch mother anymore.
More than anything I want Mr. Michaels to cum inside me. I fantasize about him taking me however he likes and finishing by ejaculating his seed deep up inside me. Mr. Michaels will make me a mother.
******
I show up in my sluttiest outfit, wearing a tight black skirt so short that part of my ass is peeking out the bottom. When he answers the door his eyes go wide in shock. I think I caught his lip trembling when he stutters,
"C--Carmen. Please, c--come in." Someone is gonna be cumming. "Billy is down for a nap. I'm glad you’re here. I need to run out for a bit."
"What's the rush?" I asked, placing a soft hand gently on his shoulder. I start to message the area a bit, saying, "You look so stressed. Here--let me relax you a bit before you go..." I motion for him to follow me down the hallway, toward the couch in the living room.
The interior of Mr. Michael's house is illuminated by colorful blinking lights. The colors of Christmas that bring back the few fond memories of me and Mom, happy together so many years ago.
The giant tree in the corner across from the fireplace is beautifully decorated. There is a pile of finely wrapped presents, enough stacked on top one another to fill the full space at the base of the tree.
He must have had a professional do it for him, because I know he sure as hell isn't that creative. That or he's banging some other chick I don't know about yet. After tonight though, I'll be the only woman in his life from now on, you can be sure of that. Mr. Michaels is my man now.
"Oh! What's that?" I ask, pointing to the mistletoe hanging above the entrance to the living room, pretending to act surprised. "You know what that means..." I giggle, smiling like the clever little slut that I am. I had put it up there the last time I was here in preparation for tonight.
Mr. Michaels takes a quick half step backward, looking stunned. I roll my eyes at him playfully. "It's just a little kiss, silly!" I take a bold step toward him and giggle again as he cowers away slightly. I move in closer to reach a hand behind his neck. My fingers travel smoothly, up the nape of his neck and comb through his dark hair.
I apply a bit of force from behind, compelling him to come closer. My lips part a bit, and my tongue emerges, tracing a slow, sensual circle around my lips. Mr. Michaels is still resisting, so I tug on his head with a bit more pressure.
Then he rushes in for a quick, awkward peck on the cheek and pulls away, avoiding eye contact and shifting his weight. This is going to be harder than I thought.
"No, no! A real kiss!" I stamp my feet and my lips curl with a devilish grin. No way I was going to let him get off that easy. Mr. Michaels lets out an exasperated sigh. He's acting like a stubborn child.
"Carmen, I--" he pauses to cough, then continues, "I just don't think that would be appropriate..."
"Have you ever been with a virgin?" I ask, completely undeterred. Mr. Michaels shakes his head in disbelief.
"A--a what?"
"You heard me..." I take another small step closer. "Do you have any idea what it's like to stick your cock in virgin pussy?"
"Carm--"
"I'll let you find out..." I move a deft hand across my cleavage, peeling back the cup of my bra with pink manicured nails. "I'll let you fuck these tits too, if you like."
Mr. Michaels is frozen in place, looking simply dumbfounded. He must not be used to a girl with such confidence. Still, I'll have him between my legs in no time.
"I wonder if I could fit your whole cock down my naughty little throat..." I smile at him and bring an index finger to my lips. I glide the flat of my tongue up the finger, then insert it into my mouth and start sucking. I giggle some more before telling him, "No one will ever have to know..."
My eyelids droop and my head inches closer to his face when I feel the tension in his neck relaxing. Mr. Michaels is giving in. As the space between us gets smaller, my eyelids shut softly and my lips part wider.
His lips connect with the pillowy wetness of mine. I stroke the spine of his neck and feel the small hairs rising up. The kiss is electrifying. My whole body shivers. I can feel myself getting wet.
"Mmmm..." I moan while our lips are still connected. My hand dives into the front of his jeans as I hold him against me and I feel around for his cock. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around his growing shaft before he shoves me away forcefully.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He grabs me by the shoulders to shake me. "You know we can't do that!"
"C'mon! Don't be such a prude!" I giggle, reaching for his pants again. But Mr. Michaels bats my hand away. He's starting to look a little pissed off.
"Don't make me ask you to leave my house on Christmas Eve!"
"Please, don't! I don't have anywhere else to go!" I work up some fake tears and begin sobbing into my hands.
"What do you mean?" He sighs and wraps his arms around me, patting me gently on the back for comfort.
"Mom--that bitch kicked me out!" I lift my head up to stare Mr. Michaels in the eyes. Black mascara is rolling down my pale cheeks. "I want--I want to be here, with you tonight!"
"Carmen I--" He wipes a tear from my chin with his thumb, saying, "I'm sorry..."
"Do you--do you like me, Mr. Michaels?" I ask him, sniffling.
"Of course I do, Carmen. It's just--you're so young, and..."
"But you think I'm hot, don't you?"
"You know I care about y--"
"I want you to fuck me." I grab hold to the crotch of his jeans and give the stiffness of his cock underneath a firm squeeze. "I want you to fuck me until you cum... inside me."
"Carm--" He tries to say, but I cut him off by leaning in for another kiss. The slickness of my tongue wets his pursed lips. At first, every part of him resists the kiss. His eyes are squinted and the muscles of his neck are tense.
My hand at his crotch moves to massage his inner thigh. I let out a soft moan, tracing my tongue from the cleft o
f his chin and up across his lips. My hand, seeming to move on its own, dips into his jeans again. My fingers wrap his rock hard shaft. As much as he might try to hide his feelings for me, his cock doesn't lie.
Mr. Michaels' eyes roll back. He exhales a deep sigh of warm breath and my tongue darts past his lips to graze across his perfect white teeth. His clenched jaw relaxes and our tongues swirl together in a passionate kiss.
I knew it! Mr. Michaels does have feelings for me! Now all I have to do is get him in my pants...
"What are you guys doing?" Little Billy asks, staring up at us with one eyebrow raised. Shit, not now!
