by Candy Quinn
As we climbed the stairs together I had my hand upon her ass, my fingers curling in beneath her nightgown to touch her bare cheeks, and then slide on in between her thighs, lightly teasing her puffy cunny lips. I was getting out of control, I realized, feeling like a damn king with two women at my beck and call, eager for me to knock them up.
“Tell you what,” I said as we got to her bedroom. “Third time today, how about you get on your knees and help me out a lil’ to get us started, huh?” I said so confidently, inwardly grateful that my wife had managed to tame my instant hardon.
Marisa tilted her head at me, blonde waves cascading down over her tanned shoulder. I knew how wet she was, though. My fingers were already heated with her juices, and she looked down over my body.
I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes, considering... what, exactly? What I was asking her to do?
Or if she should do it?
She licked her lips, though, moving and guiding me to the bench at the foot of her bed, probably some hope chest beneath the pure, white fabric.
“I haven’t done this in a while,” she admitted as she settled between my knees, her wide eyes up at me.
Hubby didn’t get the full treatment, but no matter; she’d learn to get real good on me.
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her, reaching out and stroking her hair, caressing her smooth, perfect cheek. “I’ll give you all the practice you could need,” I said as I let her open my fly, reach in and wrap her hand about my cock. Truth was, I was already well on the way to getting stiff again, had to fight it a little even.
With a beauty queen in a slutty negligee between my legs, begging me to breed her, it was hard not to be a little hard, even if I was working on setting a new record for myself.
Her nose crinkled and it was no doubt she could smell that lingering scent of sex on my cock, and her tongue poked out at it, curiously. Her motions were soft. Kittenish. As if she were afraid of it, her eyes darting up at me nervously as she began licking my member.
My gently stroking hand guided her mouth in, encouraging her to taste the flavour of my wife’s cunt upon my dick, still so fresh.
“A little more,” I said in a low husk. “I know you wanna be a good girl for me,” I said encouragingly, my dick throbbing against her tongue just a little.
That jolt or my words, I couldn’t tell which, but it egged her on and she took the flared crown between her full, flush lips and tasted the precum at the tip before moving her head downwards. Maybe it was just her own desires getting the better of her, or the fact that sucking dick was like a bicycle and you never forget once you learn, but it was like once she had my cock fully in her lips, she knew just what to do.
Her head moved down over the shaft, licking all the while as she let out a low little whimper of... distaste? Enjoyment? It was hard to tell.
But I helped push her onwards, my fingers in her hair helping urge her down to suckle at my prick, letting it swell within her mouth, bigger, bigger. The veiny underside filling her up, stretching her jaw wider as my dick reached out for the back of her throat and beyond.
“Good girl,” I husked. “Even if you aren’t a pro, you’re a natural lil’ cock sucker,” I said to her approvingly through my deep moans.
She gasped around me, her eyes still holding mine as she retreated from the base of my cock. Her eyes were watering a little, just that nice little sparkle that made her look so excited, her nipples poking out from the lace of her negligee.
Seeing those tell-tale signs of her excitement made it all the sweeter, and I helped myself to reaching down, letting my long fingers slide over the mound of her breast atop her negligee. I felt that stiff nipple, teased it a little as she suckled at the tip of my cock.
“If only I could spare a load for your pretty mouth,” I said with a deep moan. “Maybe after your belly’s swellin’ up with my child, huh?” I said with a cocky wink down to her.
She paused for a second before pulling free of my cock, a spiderweb trail of spittle linking us for a moment before she sucked that between her full lips. She stayed there, so obediently, her face risen towards me as she let me fondle her large, firm breast.
She was waiting for my orders, with that ravenous look upon her face.
My cock throbbed before me, glistening with her saliva, and I stood back up over her, peeling my shirt away, then my pants.
“Stand up,” I commanded her, and she did just that so obediently. My hand went up her negligee as I stood there naked, and I fondled her breast beneath it, let my fingers sink into that fleshy mound and knead it. “You want it, don’t you?” I asked darkly.
Her flesh was so warm from the sunbathing, her arousal, and that nipple stiffened harder between my fingers as I pinched it briefly before going back to groping the full mound.
She stood for a moment, just letting me help myself to her body before she slowly nodded, inhaling sharply. The smell of her arousal was so thick in the air.
I toyed with her breast, tweaked her nipple just so to make her gasp and whimper.
“Get on the bed, spread your legs,” I instructed her in such crisp, commanding tones. “Splay them open wide for me, let me see that pussy,” taking command of her was so delicious. I’d not had so much fun since I’d first broken my wife in.
She followed my instructions to the very letter, and for a second I was disappointed. After all, correcting disobedience was its own reward, but something about a hot beauty queen who was submitting to my every command as she cuckolds her husband? To get bred by me?
Well, that was just layers upon layers, and with her pretty pink pussy spread for me, my prize for the evening, I couldn’t complain.
I got up onto the bed upon my knees, coming in to loom over her, cock in hand as I slowly pumped its length in front of her, watching her eyes linger upon that rigid shaft. She wanted it so damn bad, I could tell. But that wasn’t enough.
“You want it?” I asked her in that tone of voice that suggested I was gonna make her do more than give me some sheepish nod for this one.
And she was so much smarter than she looked.
“Yes,” she said, her voice still soft but laced with lust-filled intent, her legs spreading wider as the negligee rose up over her firm thighs.
I moved in closer, pressing one palm to her side as I bent over her, cock still in hand as I brought it down to tease along her slit. Her slick, glossy honey coating my dick as I swirled the crown around her clit.
“Say it like a big girl,” I chastised softly, unable to fight my grin as I had my cock at the entrance to her sweet little twat, ready to pierce her depths.
“Yes, sir?” she amended, and I could tell she was fighting off a grin. The way her lips quirked and eyes widened for just a moment as she watched me. Her ass lifted from the bed for only a moment, as she took in a deep breath, holding it high in her chest.
I didn’t give it to her though, not yet. I slipped the crown of my head just inside her labia, stretching her that little bit before he pulled back out to tease her clit.
“Beg for my cock,” I said, licking my lips, watching her tits rise and fall with her breathing. “If you want my cum, you’ve gotta beg me, babe,” I growled to her.
She chewed in upon the corner of her mouth, gnawing at it for a few moments as she watched me with such frustration and arousal. Her hips pushed closer to mine in that silent pleading, but I was more interested in what came after it.
“I need your cum.” She started slow. Giving us what we both wanted and knew she needed. The next words, though...
“I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
After already ploughing into her twice today, I knew she must be sore, but nothing about her actions gave that away.
Only the puffy red lips of her little pussy betrayed the very real circumstances.
I rewarded her anyhow; if she was sore, so be it. She wanted to be sore, and I'd make it all the worse.
I slammed my hips down, impaling her upon my coc
k as it throbbed so thickly. I began to pump my hips nice and hard without hesitation, fucking her as she wanted, making the bed creak as I rut the bimbo in heat.
My newly freed hand slipped back up inside her negligee, where I squeezed her breast, fondled it nice and rough to my heart’s content.
Marisa gasped as my pelvis struck her delicate, tender folds, but her legs curled up around my waist, begging me in as her tits rocked with each thrust. There was that moment she regretted it, her face contorted in a silent cry, but then it warped into a moan, her wet pussy still clinging to me so tightly, even after taking such a pounding.
Making her whole body rock with the thrusts of my cock was pure heaven to see. I hammered her so hard, her supple tits jiggled and I delighted in every moment of it. It was so sweet I just couldn’t help myself after that, and I lunged in, pressing my mouth to hers, kissing her nice and hard and deep.
Knocking her up as part of our deal was one thing, but something as intimate as a kiss was another. And I went to it with such aggressive enthusiasm, my tongue lashing against hers.
Her mouth welcomed mine rather than resisted, and it was such a sweet mingling of tastes.
She purred softly, her breath hitching upon my tongue as such suckled it. Her body jolted against me with each thrust, her blonde hair fanned around her like a halo.
I became insatiable for her then, that kiss helping bring me over the edge so I hammered her all the harder. Thrust after thrust pounding down into her as I made the bed shake, the house full of the sounds of our fucking.
I felt like I owned her then, and I rose back, our lips popping free as I squeezed her breast and felt out her firm tummy on down to her pubic mound. I wanted to tease her to orgasm, but not without her begging.
“Say you’re mine,” I commanded her darkly, my hard body rocking as I pumped into her. “Say you’re mine and maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock.”
She was clearly torn and for a second I wondered if I’d pushed her too far, found that limit — and so soon! It was only our first day, after all.
Her lower lip quivered as her eyes darted away, but very quickly did that desperation win out. Her mouth parted, drawing in breath before she met my eyes as she spoke.
“I’m. Yours.”
Those two words, so clear and unmistakable, filled with such conviction.
I couldn’t help but spread my lips into a big ol’ grin, and gave her a nice hard fucking to reward her.
My thumb dipped down to the apex of her slit, finding her clit and beginning to work around it, using all the years of my expertise to stoke that little nub up to a high fire. Despite it being my fourth time that day, and me no longer being a spring chicken, I was getting close, and I wanted to make that lil’ beauty queen scream before the night was out.
Our earlier trysts had been burning her body to a white heat, and it took so little for her to start trembling. Those warning signs kept building as her body writhed and whimpered, hips arching towards my hand and taking me in so damn deep as that building pleasure started to silence her mind of any doubts.
It couldn’t have been more than a minute before she was violently quaking beneath me, her body arched and filled with electricity as she came, her pussy milking my dick.
That tight little cunny drained me dry as it went over that precipice, it’s vice grip milking my cock and making my knees buckle. I fell over her, my dick spasming as it shot its thick load out, filling her depths as I quaked and quivered.
Even though it was my fourth time, I gave her a nice, healthy load of creamy seed, pumped right to the very depths of her cunt, splattered against her womb.
I shuddered and groaned as the last of my essence was pulled out of me and into her.
It was almost a shame to think it’d all be over soon. After all, fucking her raw three times a day? She was probably already knocked up.
But as I squeezed her breast and heard the way it made her moan, I wasn’t so certain that her being pregnant would stop either of us.
The Fertile Bride
Book Themes:
Cheating, Bareback, Creampie, Breeding, and Infidelity
Word Count:
4,231
She looked at me with such pleading in her eyes, but I still couldn’t understand what I was hearing. I was supposed to be the best man at her wedding, stand next to my two friends as they walked down the aisle.
Yet here was Juliet, pleading with me to knock her up before the ceremony. They’d rented out an entire hotel with her daddy’s money, and she’d given me a room in a tucked away corner.
“Please, Blake,” she said softly, her warm eyes filled with such love and affection. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important to me. You don’t even have to like it,” she said, but that was a load of bullshit. She’d known I’d been into her for years, ever since we first met, but she’d always chosen other guys over me.
My shock was slowly wearing off, leaving in its place a dirty smirk.
“Will you be wearing your dress?” I asked, and even though she blushed and lowered her eyes, I saw her smile too.
It was a strange set of circumstances, I won’t deny that. The hotel was rather busy, all the guests for the wedding bustling about, preparing for the big event itself. I never cared for such things, and if I didn’t have special plans I would’ve just been waiting downstairs in the bar.
However, I had a special, albeit secret, role to play that evening. Juliet wanted a baby, and she wanted it to be mine. Was her husband-to-be sterile? Or did she simply want to make sure her kid had an advantage in me as its father?
I told myself it didn’t matter anymore.
I made my way along the corridor, headed back to my cozy little room to await her arrival. I had on my suit for the wedding, since the event was set to start before long.
It was risky, I’ll give her that. Guests were everywhere, and though it wouldn’t be completely outlandish for her to be visiting her best man on the wedding, it’d be a little strange.
I was only best man because Juliet forced the issue, I knew that. Ken never cared much for me, or my relationship with Juliet, but she and I went way back, so it never mattered to either of us.
I walked into my room, looking over at the rather lavish bed, the flowers that adorned the bench before it. I couldn’t be certain, but that felt like a special little touch, just for me. The champagne next to the vanity, the mirror that took up most of the anterior wall, the Jacuzzi in the corner, all made the room seem a little romantic and tawdry at the same time.
I knew we wouldn’t be using the Jacuzzi yet, though, and that made me frown a little bit. It would be nice to just relax with her, make her wait...
But more than anything, I wanted to fuck her in her wedding dress and send her down the aisle with my seed on her panties.
The thought made me smile, but not so much as the rapped knuckles upon my door.
I looked over the red comforter, into the large mirror and fixed some of the dark hair that had gotten out of place, and made her wait just a moment longer before I opened the door.
Juliet was radiant. She had brown hair and almond eyes, porcelain skin and a killer smile. She was a beauty, svelte and wealthy beyond reason. But that smile she gave me, the way her perfect, white dress clung to her, pressed her small breasts up and making them look full and lush, she was beyond compare.
“Come in,” I urged her, opening the door wide so she could push on pass in that wedding gown of hers. The tresses of which dragged out into the corridor a nice ways. She had to come inside and walk deep into the room before I could shut the door behind her.
“The blushing bride,” I said with a gravelly taunt, looking her over as I stepped on up. My own tuxedo rather nice, but simple. That was the luxury of being a guy I suppose, got to keep it simple.
The gown had rhinestones embedded in it, along the corset and down into the tulle, her back bare but for the ribbon lacing, showing off her toned shoulders and arms. She turned to look
at me, her lips a pretty red, her eyes looking smoky and fluttering lightly.
“God, you wouldn’t believe how hard it is going down the stairwell in this,” she said, and I knew she’d avoided the elevator to reduce the risk of being caught. Though in her high heels, I could only imagine. Ken was a tall guy, and Juliet was petite, so she was clearly compensating.
But then, as I approached her, looming over her so tall, I was reminded that Ken wasn’t the only one.
“Seems like you must’ve been pretty hard up for somethin’ to make such a trek in that dress… and those heels,” I taunted, reaching out, touching my fingertips to her arms, lightly grazing up over the dress and sizing her up appreciatively.
I know time was limited, but I wanted to savour what I had. To play with her. Enjoy the moment.
She went to gnaw on her lip, but instantly stopped herself, remembering the lipstick and flushing a bit more naturally.
“I’m... just sorry I didn’t ask you when I first wanted to. Or the second time, or third, or any of the other times after that. But you’re the only one I really trust, Blake. You’re... the only one I want to mark me like that.”
It sounded so primal, the way she said that, especially with the way her eyes smoldered at me, contrasting to the glittering of her necklace and earrings. Her hair was pulled back from her face so I could see those high cheekbones of hers.
She looked like a perfect doll some princess out of a movie or some such. It was rather captivating, I had to confess. I could see the appeal of the big, flamboyant wedding after all. At least as I gazed on Juliet, looking so ravishing and pretty.
“Why did you ask me at all anyhow if you’re about to get married?” I said, and not even entirely because I wanted to know the answer, or so I told myself, I just wanted to extend the torture as my hands trailed along her. The backs of my fingertips brushing over her cheek, feeling that porcelain skin.
Her nose crinkled, her eyes up at me and no longer downcast in shame or doubt.
