by Nikita Storm
His cock felt so large inside me. I felt stuffed, like a turkey at Thanksgiving. He plunged hard and fast into my married cunt, pushing in and out with youthful vigor.
I marveled at his rippling muscles which strained with the effort. I felt so helpless and weak with my arms pinned. I felt vulnerable. I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that I was going to be carrying another man's baby. How was I going to look my husband in the eye? I knew I'd feel guilty when I had to spurn his advances.
"You're nothing but a two-timing slut!" he said as he drove in me and slapped me across the face. "You should be ashamed of yourself taking another man's seed." Again he slapped. It stung and I couldn't even rub it. Tears welled up in my eyes as his words struck me harder than the blow. I was a slut, wasn't I?
"Say it!" He demanded.
I wanted to argue that I didn't know what he was talking about, but I did. I knew exactly what he was talking about. "I'm a slut!"
He kissed me roughly on the lips. Gone was the nice, young man, and in his place was a cold man who dominated his women and did to them what he pleased.
"Who's in charge?"
"You are!" I said breathlessly as I felt his driving cock in and out of my ovulating womb.
"Good, never forget that." He laid fully on top of me, pinning me completely to the massage table as he pounded his hips faster and faster until he pushed as deep as he could, his body rigid.
"Cum in me! I'm your submissive, married slut! I do as you command!" I whispered in his ear, urging him on.
"Uhhhh!" He cried as his shaft swelled.
"Knock me up with your dominant seed! Make me yours!" My pussy walls clenched tightly around his expanding shaft as the most violent, powerful orgasm ripped through my body. Everything that I was doing, I knew was wrong, yet I was powerless to stop it.
His cock finally released its potent, dominant cum into my fertile belly. I knew that within moments I would be pregnant with another man's baby.
The thought lifted me into the stratosphere and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me as spurt after sticky, ropey spurt pelted my submissive, fertile womb, coating it with his dominant man-juice.
I couldn't believe I'd done it! I was actually pregnant with another man's seed. God, it felt so naughty. I smiled as he handed me my dry shirt and I tucked my ring into my purse for safe-keeping. I'd tell my husband that I lost it or something.
"That was wonderful," I smiled and kissed him on the lips. Gone was the dominant, alpha male, replaced by Mr. Nice Guy.
On my way out, I passed the pregnant blonde and waved. "I love your pussy taste!" I said as I practically skipped out the door. I did, too.
Freeze! Or I'll Knock You Up
Nikita Storm
"Freeze motherfucker!"
I put my hands out the window where the cop could see me. My heart was pounding in my chest like a war drum and the intense flickering lights of the cruiser behind me was blinding me. I couldn't believe this was happening! I was just minding my own business throwing newspapers when this asshole pulled me over. It was my first god-damned night, too.
I heard his car door slam and the gravel crunch beneath his feet as he approached the car. In the mirror, I saw him shine his flashlight all around the backseat, trying to determine what I was doing.
"Slingin' dope?" The officer asked gruffly.
"Nope, slingin' papers," I said smiling. I looked up at the officer who was leering at me very suggestively.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing in a neighborhood like this?"
Was he hitting on me? The nerve! He took off his hat and I could tell that he was a very handsome man. He had blond hair, blond beard and was very muscular. I squeezed my legs together as a slight tremor shot through me.
"Just tryin' to keep two steps ahead of cops like you!" I hoped that humor would work in my defense. Thank God it did.
"Well, ma'am," he said, his tone changing once I batted my eyelashes a few times, "we just had a call about a suspicious vehicle slowly driving up and down the street and we have to check up on that. You know how that is..." he let the words trail off and he gave me that "aww, shucks smile." My heart melted.
"Yeah sure," I said, still shaking from the fact that he had a gun pointed at me just a few seconds before.
He looked me in the eye and touched me on my shoulder. "I just want to make sure that you're safe." He began rubbing his hand over my arm, allowing it to linger. After which he moved it to my neck. "Wow, you're tense," he said. "Why don't you come back to my cruiser and after I show you around, I'll give you a good massage. You game?"
My palms were sweaty and my heart racing. This hot stud was hitting on me and - God help me - I was actually contemplating letting him do whatever he wanted with me. "What about my papers? My boss will be upset if I'm late..."
He laughed. "Give me your boss's number; I'll put in a good word for you." He opened my door and helped me out. He was a very nice man - something I really hadn't expected.
I suddenly became weak at the knees at his touch. Even though I was married, I still had naughty thoughts every now and then - what woman didn't? He guided me to the cruiser and before he could see it, I took off my ring and stuck it in my purse.
"Check this shit out," he grinned like a kid locked in a candy store as he showed me all the dials and doo-hickeys of the car. I had to admit that I was impressed. "I'll let you take it for a test drive when we're finished," he promised. "You can even throw your papers with the sirens on. That'll make a great first impression, hey?" He was laughing and grinning and I found myself suddenly at ease with this odd cop.
"Oh God, you're either going to get me fired or promoted!" I said as he concluded the tour.
"After tonight, you may not want to do this anymore. Now, let Mr. Masseuse loosen those muscles." He instructed me to take off my clothes and lay on my stomach in the back of the cruiser.
I felt really weird about taking off my clothes in front of this stranger. Hell, I didn't even like to undress with my husband present, but I did anyway. He explained that before he'd become one of the boys' in blue - as he called it proudly - he'd taken massage classes.
"Bored the hell out of me," he said as he grabbed a bottle of baby oil from the glove compartment and warmed up his hands. I didn't ask him why he carried baby oil in his cruiser. He looked at my naked body appreciably and instead of feeling self-conscious like I always did, I allowed him to stare at my banana breasts for several moments before laying down on the back seat. This was so naughty that I thought it must be some kind of dream.
"You really have a nice body, Rachel," he said as he firmly laid his strong, masculine hands on my shoulders.
Instantly, I felt his warmth and strength and my pussy began to tingle. I pressed my pelvis slightly into the back-seat of his patrol vehicle as I closed my eyes and listened to him talk. His voice was so soft and soothing as he spoke about some of his adventures and harrowing escapes. He may have embellished his tales a little, but from how relaxed I was and the purring of his voice, I really couldn't care less.
I also didn't realize that he'd moved on from rubbing my shoulders and back and was now working on the sides of my breasts.
"Mmm..." I moaned as I felt his soft, strong hands caress my lady parts. My husband never looked at me or touched my sexually. He was a bishop of his church and thought that sex was only for procreation. That's why I never had to worry about birth control. We'd have a child when he said it was time - or when the Lord told him it was time, whichever came first.
Birth control! My eyes flew open as I realized what he was doing. His hands had moved from the sides of my breasts to between my legs. He pressed his body close to mine and I could hear him sniffing my womanly scent.
"I'm fertile!" I managed to squeak through my moans. His hands just felt so delicious that at that point I really didn't care what he did - as long as he did it.
"That'll just make it all the more sweet when I impregnate you," he sa
id as he slipped his hand between my wet thighs. I knew I was wet, but I hadn't realized how much. I felt awfully stupid laying naked inside a police cruiser in a cul-de-sac. What would the neighbor's think?
"Impregnate me?" I stuttered.
"Sure," he said smugly. "I like to spread my genes around and you look like a good candidate. Think of it as a donation to your personal sperm bank."
His fingers slipped inside my slicked-up pussy and I clenched around them tightly. It felt awesome to have another man touching my married pussy. This was so naughty that I came just thinking about it.
"You like that, don't you slut?" He said as he shoved his fingers in and out, stimulating my clit as he did. "You like being dominated. Tell me, are you married? You are, aren't you?"
I nodded.
"Where's your ring?" He demanded.
"I...I took it off." I admitted. Now I wouldn't be able to use naivety as an excuse. He knew it, too.
"So," he said, flipping me over as easily as a a burger on a grill, "you voluntarily came back to my cruiser, took off your ring and got naked. All while ovulating? Is there anything else you want to tell me?" He leered down at my naked body. I made no attempt to hide my breasts or pussy from his wanton eyes. I felt so helpless under his gaze.
"Yes," I swallowed, hoping I wasn't making a huge mistake. "Fuck me!"
He looked at me as though he'd just found out that he'd won the lottery. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Can you say that again?"
I was so fucking horny, that I couldn't hardly speak. I pulled the large cop down on top of me and began kissing him passionately. Before tonight, I'd never entertained the thought of cheating on my husband, but for whatever reason, I knew that I had to have this hunk. I didn't care if it was wrong or that I would end up pregnant with a baby that wasn't my husband's. Hell, I didn't even want the massage any more. I just wanted to get fucked.
"Whoa, slow down there, sister!" He said, pulling back. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and began licking my aching pussy. I reached around and felt his magnificent cock. My husband was decently endowed, but nothing like this man. He was positively huge! My pussy quivered as I contemplated taking his full length and girth into me.
I wrapped my legs around his head as he dove into my delicious honey-pot. His masculine tongue felt so good as he licked up and down my slit. I cried out when he began to flick over my sensitive, fertile clit.
"Keep doing that!" I insisted as I pushed my pelvis into his face, trying to get him deeper into me. He licked me for a good five minutes, after which, I was driven mad with lust.
He reached over to his CB and called for backup. I wondered what he was doing. Within moments, a tall, skinny cop showed up and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He stuck his long, skinny cock into my mouth, telling me that his name was Anthony. At that point, I didn't care.
I greedily sucked down "Anthony's" rod, causing him to nearly cum in my mouth.
"Geez, you weren't kidding when you said you needed backup. What's the situation?"
I listened and grew wetter as they discussed my "situation" in front of me as though I weren't even there. I felt like a whore; a piece of meat for their pleasure. Maybe it was my hormones talking, but I wanted both of them. I wanted their sperm to battle it out for dominance inside my belly. Winner-take-all style.
I pulled Anthony down to me and kissed him passionately on the lips, running my hands through his short, black hair. He wasn't as large as his friend, but he was very muscular and tall - probably around six-foot. He had very large, handsome brown eyes and an olive complexion. He'd make a perfect contributor to my ovulation fund.
"I want you to fuck me," I whispered in his ear seductively. "I'm fertile and I want you to breed with me and knock me up." His smile lit up his whole face as he took in the enormity of my words. Without another thought, he shoved his friend's face out of the way and stuck his dick at my entrance.
Oh God, I was actually going to go through with it. I was really going to let another man (two men if I had my way) enter my womb and knock me up. This was too much. If my husband ever found out, he was going to be very unhappy - to put it mildly.
The first cop, the one who pulled me over, wasn't too pleased about being shoved aside, but he brought his dick to my lips and I happily transferred my lust to his large phallus. He seemed to appreciate that as he leaned his head back and moaned.
"Holy shit!" I heard Anthony groan as he slid his long dick into my tight, married pussy.
"Feel good, man?" The other officer (we'll call him Jake) said as they hi-fived.
"Oh yeah! Hot and tight! Just how I like it!"
I couldn't believe they were talking about me like this! Like I was some kind of conquest or something. It made me angry, but it also made me wet. Very wet.
"Yup, that's some good married pussy, right there," Jake said as he leaned over and slapped my clit.
"Ow!" I cried out in pain. What the hell were they doing? I continued sucking Jake's enormous cock, wondering how it was going to feel in my pussy.
"Hey, save some for me, will ya?" Jake said as he slid his cock out of my mouth and practically shoved his colleague out of the way. Anthony brought his slick dong to my lips and bade me to suck and lick all my hot, wet cunt juices off.
"That's sick!" I protested, but he shoved his man-meat deep into my throat the second I opened my mouth. I was instantly surprised by my fertile taste. I'd never tasted myself before and had never had the thought to try. But this wasn't half bad.
"Look at the slut, she's sucking off her own cum," Anthony boasted.
They were degrading me, but I was so horny and fertile that I really didn't care. Here I was in the back of a cruiser getting fucked by two hot policemen. It couldn't get anymore degrading than that - or hotter.
I nearly choked on his dick as I felt Jake's monster cock part my folds - not unlike Moses parting the Red Sea.
Oh my God I've never felt anything so large in my vagina before. It reminded me of getting a pap smear where the doc opens your pussy with those clamps. Except this huge snake didn't stop just at my entrance, he kept going and going until I thought I was going to burst.
"You like that, slut? It feels different than your puny husband, doesn't it?"
I nodded. He was right. My husband was a small, tiny man compared to this guy. I had never felt so fulfilled before in all my life and I never wanted it to end. My God, this was so forbidden and taboo that I flooded his cruiser with my married pussy cum.
As he pumped in and out of me, they hi-fived and bumped chests like animals. Was this how average men behaved? I concentrated on giving Anthony the best blow-job of his life - the kind that he'll take home to his wife (assuming he had one) and instruct her with.
I couldn't believe how long and slender his cock was. It was the complete opposite of his partner's, who was thick and huge. Think dagger vs broadsword. They both had their advantages and disadvantages and were both equally deadly.
At first, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get his length down my throat. It's not like I had a lot of practice; and when I did, it was with my husband's small, pencil-sized dick.
Jake grunted as he slammed his massive monstrosity into my married cunt. I had definitely never been this filled before. What had I been missing? He was right - who gave a shit about delivering newspapers when you have two men delivering their seed?
I cried out as his dick pressed up against my tight cervix and - without missing a beat - he shoved it in. This was complete ownership. I was his - no doubt about it. My husband could have his holy book and procreation-only sex. I wanted more. I wanted what these two hot, studly men were now giving me.
"Knock me up!" I cried as the pain in my belly subsided and my cervix grew to accommodate his size. It better get used to it because in nine-months something MUCH larger was going to pass through it.
"What was that? I can't hear you!" Jake grinned and looked up at his buddy as they fist-bumped. "Tell me in explicit ter
ms what you want me to do to you."
I couldn't believe I was letting these animals mate with me. Was this who I wanted as my child's father?
I took a deep breath and looked him directly in the eyes. "I want you to shove your big fat cock deep into my unprotected cervix."
"Yeah, go on..." he said as he rammed his massive dick in and out of me.
"Then, I want you and your buddy to dump your potent loads into my fertile, ovulating, submissive womb and put a baby in me. Is that clear enough?"
They high-fived and grinned like loons. "Sounds good to me!" Jake said. Just before he was about to let loose his massive load into my unprotected womb, his "buddy" Anthony, shoved him aside and literally pulled him out of my clutching, needy pussy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked. For a moment, I thought they were going to come to blows over who gets to blow their load into my married pussy first.
"Look, dude, you've knocked a gal up. I haven't. At least let me have the first crack at it." Jake studied him for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "Sure, go ahead."
I, on the other hand, just wanted something in me. "Would you two stop acting like animals and just fuck me, please?" I grabbed the nearest cock and shoved it into my cunt. I didn't care whose it was, I just needed something inside me and I wanted their cum in my womb desperately. I had never before wanted a baby so badly as I did right then.
"Yes ma'am!" Anthony said as he slid his long, thin cock into my pussy. I clamped down with my walls and guided him into my cervix where his partner had just been. His cock wasn't as fulfilling, but it was a cock and I wasn't going to turn it away.
"I want your baby! Give it to me! Fuck my married cunt and spurt your dominant cop juice into my unprotected belly!" I lifted up my long legs and wrapped them around his waist. I wasn't going to let him escape until he dumped his seed into me.
Jake put my hand at his cock and I wrapped my fingers around his thick meat as he leaned in and began kissing me.
