Creampie Dreams: Impregnation Erotica Trilogy

by Aya Fukunishi

  She felt hot, heavy breath on her neck, and a voice whispered in her ear. 'This is your destiny, Amelie. You are to be the queen of the wolves. You must not fight fate. You should not struggle.' Hot lips met her ear, biting a lobe gently, and Amelie gasped. She desperately wanted to escape, to run to safety, but something about the presence dominating her so easily brought familiar stirrings to her body. Her lust, already primed by her own touch earlier, tried to take control of her rational mind and she felt her hands, which she had intended to ball into fist to ward off the attack, dig into the soft, cool earth as her body shuddered in response to the kiss.

  Her attacker's lips moved from her ear to her neck, and she shifted her head slightly to bare her pale, smooth skin. Teeth lightly nibbled her, eliciting an involuntary moan from her lips, and he felt a shiver run through her as the mouth moved down to her shoulder.

  The hands on her back and buttocks shifted now, releasing her and moving to cover her own hands. Against the small of her back she felt his erection, firm and large, and she felt her rational mind release control of her body to her need. Just like in her darkest fantasies she was completely powerless. There was no hope of escape, and it was clear that there was nothing to stop her powerful captor from using her as he pleased.

  Amelie felt disgusted at herself, but she couldn't deny her arousal. Her tight pussy, her private plaything that had so far never been filled by anything larger than her own slender fingers, responded instantly to the strong body holding her to the ground. She felt the slickness between her legs as her body prepared itself for what was to come.

  She raised her buttocks, pressing herself more firmly into Roman's thick, eager member, and she delighted as she felt him move downwards, sliding his cock across her rear. Her legs parted eagerly, inviting him into her, and her captor needed no further encouragement. His shaft found her welcoming pussy, moist and becoming more so by the moment, and he slipped inside her with ease.

  Amelie gasped at the sudden pain. Many times she had imagined how it would feel to be filled by a man, but she had never expected the sharp pinch that marked the physical border between childhood and womanhood. The pain was bright and quick, a snap that lasted no more than a few seconds, and then the sensation of Roman's manhood stretching her wet lips made her forget her discomfort.

  His penis felt immense in her tight hole. She couldn't have imagined that it would feel this incredible, filling every inch of her easily. His erection buried itself deep within her, arousing her in a way that made her own fingers pale in comparison, and his thick, firm base stretched her tight lips and brought a wonderful pressure to her pink, eager mound.

  Yet still she fought. The small part of her rational mind still present knew this to be wrong, and even against the overwhelming force of her lust and hunger she squirmed beneath him. Her lust, however, was firmly in control, and her objections were weak and half hearted against the need that filled her body. While she wanted to run she needed this feeling to continue. She needed to be filled, and she found herself unable to resist pushing back further onto Roman's erection.

  Her orgasm came quickly, and with a force that felt as if it would tear the world asunder. The powerful, thrusting shaft buried within her drew out a climax that made her entire body freeze, overwhelmed with sensation.

  'Yes! Yes! Don't stop!' She was barely aware of her own voice yelling, nor of Roman's penis exploding into her with a powerful jet of his seed. Behind and above her he growled and grunted, emptying himself into her, and still she pushed back on him, desperately pressing herself against his muscular thighs to take him as deep as she could.

  He slid out of her quickly, leaving her laying on the ground with her rear in the air and her face buried in moist, cool grass. The last vestiges of her orgasm quivered through her, and her body shook with weariness and pleasure. She fell onto her side, sleepy and sated, her urge to run now completely gone. She wanted nothing but to lay on the cool grass and remember her climax.

  But Roman was not finished. Though Amelie ached from the force of his love the man seemed ready to continue, still swollen and eager. His penis, glistening with her juices, moved towards her once more. Amelie doubted she could take more but her tender body was still hungry. The thought that she had no choice in the matter gave her a helpless thrill, and almost without her knowing it she turned onto her back, bending her legs at the knees and dropping them to the sides, inviting Roman to lower himself to her.

  His kiss was tender and delicate at first. His lips brushed hers gently, and he teased her with the tip of his tongue. His penis stopped short of entering her, the thick head resting lightly at her entrance, and he waited for her to move towards him. His withholding only made Amelie want him more, and she now found herself the attacker, thrusting herself forward to claim him.

  Her lips spread around him, and she felt his juices mingle with hers to make her even more welcoming to his monstrous shaft. He pushed himself up by his hips, angling his penis to slide along the length of her lips before entering her, drawing the top of his shaft with each stroke smoothly against her pink, quivering, tender mound.

  Once again she felt her hunger build, consuming her with its fire. She reached out to him, pulling his head down to her chest, and she held him as he suckled gently on her pert, sensitive teats and nibbled the flesh of her breasts.

  For what felt like hours he slid silently into her body, bringing new waves of joy crashing into her. She felt full and complete, and while she was appalled at what was happening to her the feeling was no match for her arousal. All she cared about was the pleasure flowing through her, and the pleasure she brought him. Finally they came once more, their yells echoing through their forest, and Amelie lay naked on the first floor, dripping its Roman's seed until the sky turned from black to deep blue with the coming dawn.

  'You must stay, with me, you understand?' Those were the first words spoken since they had fallen sated to the ground.

  Amelie looked deep into his piercing eyes. 'I understand.' She knew she was bound to him now, spoiled for any other man. Wherever he went she must follow. She would be obedient. She would give him her body without complaint whenever he chose to take it. She was his prisoner, and yet she felt more free than she ever had before.

  He opened his mouth to speak, but froze. His head turned as if listening to a far off sound, and he sprang to his feet and pulled her from the grass.

  'We must leave right away. It's not safe for us here.'

  Amelie nodded, confused by his urgency. And then she heard them. Voices in the undergrowth calling her name. She turned to face the sound, and in the distance she saw lit torches cut through the darkness. They had come to find her, but she did not want to be found. There was nothing for her back in the village. She couldn't go back to her life, back to her frustration and denial of her true nature. She must stay with this man. She must remain his.

  What's more, she thought, she must discover the reason he had chosen her. What made her special? Why was she the only woman who could carry his child? She swore to herself that she would learn.

  They ran.

  Breeding the Babysitter

  A Tale of Submission, Domination and Impregnation

  by

  Aya Fukunishi

  Chapter One

  The newspaper lay sprawled across the table, one corner soaking up the drops of spilled coffee that had gone unnoticed by Kate. The busy hum of the coffee shop faded into the background as she felt that unfamiliar buzz of excitement that threatened to escape her lips in a girlish squeal.

  There, in amongst the red ringed job openings promising 'opportunities' at minimum wage lay a small, unassuming ad her eyes had passed over several times before she'd noticed it.

  Wanted: young, friendly, college age female required for au pair duties. 40 h/wk, $30/hr. Cooking, general housekeeping and childcare for one 4yo boy.

  $1,200 a week! Kate couldn't believe it. Even as she dialed the number she was sure it was a typo. Who in their
right mind would pay $1,200 a week for a glorified babysitter?

  As the phone began to ring Kate prayed the position hadn't been filled. She whispered under her breath, trying to control her breathing as the phone continued to ring. On the fifth bell it picked up.

  'Aaron residence.' A man's deep voice, strong but smooth.

  'Oh, hi,' said Kate. 'This is Kate McDonald. Uh, I saw your ad in the Enquirer. For an au pair? I was wondering if the position is still available.'

  A moment's pause. Kate held her breath.

  'Well, sure it is,' the man replied. 'Do you have experience with kids?'

  Kate almost laughed. 'Do I? I've been babysitting since I was 13 and I put myself through college working as an au pair. I have lots of references if you'd like to see them.'

  The man chuckled. 'I'm sure they'll be just fine. Look, I'm just heading out the door. Could you maybe drop by this afternoon around four? You know Green Gables up by the park?'

  Wow, thought Kate. That explains how he can afford to pay such a crazy wage. 'Sure, I know the place. I'll be there at four.'

  'Perfect. The gate'll be open, just come up to the house. I'll see you then, Kate.'

  'Great, I'll -'. He hung up before she could finish. He hadn't even given his name.

  Kate stared at the phone for a moment, not daring to entertain the notion that she might just get the job. She couldn't believe she might be working at Green Gables, the beautiful manor house she'd passed each day on the way to school as a kid. She'd always dreamed of hopping the fence and strolling around the vast, perfectly manicured grounds. She'd imagined sitting by the pool, exploring every inch of the house. Nothing would have made her happier than to escape her own home to climb over the high walls to the manor house.

  As a kid Green Gables had made a cruel joke of her own home. Just down the street, her single level house was a fraction of the size. Just one bedroom, a small kitchen, a cubbyhole of a bathroom and the lounge, the room she'd called her bedroom since she was young enough to know the word.

  Kate's parents had been dirt poor, thanks in no small part to their habit of drinking their wages as soon as they arrived. They owned the house, for what it was worth, but there was never any money left over to pay the bills once the cheap whiskey and gin had been bought. Kate's past was crowded with cold, uncomfortable nights when the power had been cut off, and her whole life had become devote to escaping the nightmare of her childhood.

  The house had passed to Kate by default after her parents had died: her father in a drunken car accident when Kate was in high school, and her mother just two years ago, of complications from cirrhosis. There had been no money to pass down, and with the house in desperate need of repair and the cost of college piling up Kate had turned to childcare to pay the bills.

  She'd turned out to be good at it, too. She loved kids, and kids loved her. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that she'd never gotten to enjoy her own childhood, and being around kids allowed her to play all the games she'd missed while she'd been busy taking care of her parents.

  Whatever the reason, she loved her job. She knew working as au pair wouldn't pay enough to finally escape her life of poverty, but once she'd scraped through college and into the midst of a recession she knew she'd have a better chance working in childcare than finding a way to use her degree in English Literature. Nobody needed an in depth analysis of The Canterbury Tales, but people would always need someone to look after their kids.

  This job, though, would pay more than enough to fix up the house well enough to finally sell it. Without that weight around her neck she could move on, leaving the ghosts of her past behind.

  She just needed to impress her - she hoped against hope - future employer.

  Chapter Two

  Kate fussed over her skirt as she walked up the long driveway, the gravel crunching beneath her feet and making her teeter on her heels. She smoothed her already perfectly ironed skirt as she walked, holding a manila folder containing her references under her chin as she tugged on the hem.

  Kate had thought long and hard about her appearance in the hours since the call. She'd picked out and discarded a dozen outfits, eventually settling on something she called Mary Poppins chic. A navy pencil skirt reached to just above her knees and a simple, ever so slightly transparent white blouse showed a hint of the bra beneath. Her thick, dark brown hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail that reached between her shoulder blades. Not overtly sexy, she thought, but attractive enough to win a few points if her interviewer was that kind of guy.

  Shortly before reaching the house Kate approached a woman crouched on all fours by the side of the driveway. As she neared she saw the girl, younger than she'd looked from a distance, tugging out weeds along the verge. She wore plain, dirt streaked gardening attire, but it was obvious she was showing a slight baby bump beneath her shirt. It was even more obvious that under the ground in dirt and sheen of sweat she was very attractive.

  Poor girl, thought Kate as she drew level. What a job.

  The girl noticed Kate as she passed, dropping her trowel and holding up a hand to block the sun. She gave her a friendly smile, which Kate returned.

  'You're here for Samantha's job?' the girl asked brightly. 'The au pair?'

  'Yes, I am,' replied Kate. She couldn't think of anything better to say.

  The girl laughed. 'Oh, he'll like you. You look just like Sam. Good luck'

  Before Kate could reply the girl turned back to her weeding, uninterested in further conversation.

  Well, thought Kate, she's probably just pissed off I'll get to work indoors.

  She reached the broad steps leading to the front door, passing between two stone lions standing guard. Kate marveled at the imposing entrance with its heavy hardwood doors and, with a deep breath, grasped the knocker and swung down.

  Almost immediately the doors were swung open by a tall, well built man. In the first few moments Kate sized him up, as she sized up all her employers. Strong jaw, with faint lines surrounding his eyes and a two day beard hiding dimpled cheeks. Bright, alert, green eyes beneath dark eyebrows to match his short, neat hair. Maybe 45 years old, but very well maintained. His nails weren't manicured but were neatly trimmed, and his large hands looked strong and weathered.

  Beneath his white shirt he was muscular, but they weren't gym muscles. There was nothing showy about his physique; nothing to suggest he spent hours vainly sculpting his body. He simply looked like a man who spent a lot of time outdoors doing hard, physical work, a figure at odds with his clothing.

  The French cuffs of his white shirt were pinned with simple but tasteful cufflinks. Both his shirt and pants were clearly expertly tailored, and his black Oxford shoes were understated but undoubtedly expensive. A silver Omega chronograph peeked out from a cuff. No wedding ring.

  All of this came to Kate in an instant. Years of judging whether her father would hug her or hit her had left her with the uncanny ability to size people up in moments. She got little from this man but an abundance confidence. He was, it was impossible to deny, the master of the house.

  'Ah, you must be Kate,' he said with a broad smile. 'I'm John. Come on in.'

  Without waiting for a response he turned back into the grand hallway, striding across the marble floor towards an open door to the left of the wide central staircase. There he paused, waiting for Kate to catch up and enter before him.

  The room was an office cluttered with open books, newspapers and notepads. An antique mahogany desk was hidden beneath the mess, the jade leather surface only visible between piles of papers. John leaned against it, dislodging an iPad and a few sheets of paper onto the floor. Ignoring the mess he gestured for Kate to take the ragged, beaten oxblood Chesterfield armchair that sat before it.

  John grinned. 'I got one rule. This is my sanctuary. As you can see, nobody cleans this room but me, and even I don't do it. You'll never set foot in here without my permission, but the rest of the house you can treat as your own. Deal?'
r />   Kate was taken aback. 'Uh, sure, deal. No problem.'

  'Then the job's yours, if you want it. You start Monday. I have to get back to work, but Samantha will show you the ropes. Matt - that's my son, Matt - he'll be with his mother for the next month, so you'll have an easy run in.' John looked over Kate's shoulder. 'Ah, here's Sam. Off you go, and good luck.'

  Chapter Three

  The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind. Samantha, the young woman Kate would be replacing, began by apologizing for John's curt manner. 'You'll soon get used to it,' she said. 'He's the easiest boss in their world, so long as you do exactly as he says.'

  While giving Kate a tour of the house Samantha rubbed her belly as she talked endlessly about her impending motherhood. She was ready to burst, she said, pausing for breath as she hauled herself up the stairs. No mention of the father, but Samantha smiled as she explained that John would be providing for the child. She was taking six months paid maternity leave, and John had written checks for everything from ultrasounds to diaper pails without complaint.