A Perfect World: An Erotic Science Fiction Short Story

by Cook, Kris

  I pulled my fingers out of her and nudged my cock between her ass cheeks. She didn’t tense.

  “Good girl.” I applied a generous amount of lube to my cock, slicking up every inch of it.

  I caressed every one of her curves.

  “That feels nice, Greg.”

  “You have such a gorgeous ass, honey.” I whispered in her ear, positioning the tip of my dick at her ring. “You ready, sweetheart?”

  “Yes. Fill me up.”

  “Don’t hold your breath, Seana,” William advised. “That’s it. Slow and easy. Greg, when she exhales, you push into her.”

  I didn’t resent his instructions; I welcomed them. The man knew his way around the bedroom due to years of practice, no doubt.

  Seana took a deep breath. Listening to her exhale like a slow leaking balloon, I placed my hands on her hips and pressed my dick past her tight ring. She tensed for a split-second and then relaxed. I moved into her fractions of an inch and then waited for her body to give me the signals I knew well. Another fraction. And another. Soon, my invasion was complete and total.

  I pumped in and out of her with several strokes and enjoyed her pushing back into me. Keeping my dick securely lodged inside her incredible ass, I rolled us over until my back pressed against the mattress and her back pressed against my front.

  “Good girl,” I breathed against her ear. “You’re doing amazing.”

  “I am, aren’t I?”

  “You both are.” William came into my view from between her thighs, his lips swollen and wet from spending so much time on her pussy. “You’ve got me so blazing hot, I think I’m going to melt.”

  “Don’t do that, man. We need you. There’s a baby to give this woman.”

  Seana threaded her fingers in William’s hair and urged him up to her mouth. As they kissed, I licked her earlobe and shifted my hips to drive my dick deeper into her.

  William reached around and spread Seana’s ass cheeks for me to drill my cock even deeper. I grabbed her thighs to give him easy access into her pussy. But he didn’t move.

  “William, it’s okay. I understand why, and I’m okay with it. Seana will make a wonderful mother for our child.”

  Still he didn’t move to enter her.

  The man amazed me. He’d be gone in a couple of days. His sacrifice had earned him what he wanted. In truth, even a part of me wanted it for him. I would be a father, no matter genetics, and he would be dead.

  “You and Heather deserve this.” Seana cupped his chin. “I promise that Greg and I will be the best parents possible.”

  Seana’s mention of his late wife’s name seemed to be the key that got him moving again. He slid his cock into her pussy.

  “Oh, fuck,” Seana groaned. “So… much…. pressure.”

  “Breath, sweetheart. Just like before.”

  “Please wait,” she pleaded. “Don’t move, either of you.”

  I felt her insides quivering, clenching and unclenching on my dick. I rubbed my hands up and down her hips, trying to soothe and relax her. “Keep breathing.”

  “I’m good now. Hell, more than good. Fuck me, both of you.”

  Sparks shot through me at breakneck speed, heating every square inch of my body. My hands on her hips and my elbows on the bed, I rocked my hips to plunge my dick in and out of her backside. I could feel William driving his cock into her pussy. Her hands covered mine, and she squeezed my hand with hers and my dick with her insides.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Clench our dicks.” I bit her earlobe.

  “Yes.”

  Where she’d tightened her inner hold on my cock before, now she felt like a pleasure vise. That sent me up and over. Even though it’d been such a short time since I came before, I wondered if I would be able to hold back much longer.

  “Greg, this is amazing. You and William are filling me up, so deep. Deeper and deeper. All for me. It’s incredible.” She squeezed my hands again as I slid them to her thighs.

  The moment thrilled me. I’d never shared Seana with anyone before, but now, I couldn’t imagine not sharing her with William. We possessed her front and back, reaching down into her very soul, together.

  “Do you like our cocks inside you, sweetheart?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  An unimagined appetite overtook me. “Tell me what you want?”

  “I want you both to come inside me. I want a baby. I want you both, not just for tonight, but for always.”

  God help me, so did I.

  When Seana used her body to clamp down on me again, I burned like lava. I couldn’t hold back one second more. I felt my balls load up.

  “I’m going to come.”

  “So am I,” William choked out.

  “O-Oh, God!”

  I plunged deeper than ever before, and my body went rigid as I shot my load into her back entrance. Seana’s fingernails cut into my hands as her orgasm consumed her.

  William shouted, “I’m coming!”

  Bliss rolled through me, and I silently blessed the doctor for his injections that ensured we were going to have a baby.

  As our climaxes moved into afterglow, William and I sandwiched Seana in a mutual hug.

  “This may sound nuts, but I have to say it.” William sounded intense.

  “What?” I asked, fearing the worst.

  “I love you, both, very much.” His voice faltered a bit, but he continued, “You’re going to be great parents.”

  The bliss evaporated as I remembered that this man I’d only met a few days ago but had come to love and respect—was going to die.

  He pulled out some medical-looking device from his nightstand. “Doc gave me this. It’ll take some readings and let us know if you’ve conceived.”

  He punched something into the device and placed its two suction cups on Seana’s belly. He nodded then smiled.

  “Perfect. Just like Doc promised. I’m so pleased.”

  “What does it say?” Seana asked, her voice trembling.

  “You’re pregnant.” And with that William ushered us to our room saying all questions and concerns would be taken up in the morning.

  “Greg?” Seana whispered when the door closed behind us.

  I knew she was thinking about William’s death. My mind spun. Surely they could find another way. He had lots of money and influence. But I didn’t want to think about that now.

  “We’ll figure it all out, sweetheart. I promise. Right now, all I want to concentrate on is the new life that’s growing inside you.”

  I didn’t wait for another word as the rapture of the moment took us both. I planted my mouth on hers and placed her onto the bed. We made love until the early morning hours. She fell asleep before I did, allowing me to scan her exposed body that housed new life, our dream come true.

  ****

  I awoke to the sound of Seana in the shower. Was last night a dream? Yes, a perfect dream and very real.

  The communications panel lit. I answered it. William’s face appeared on screen.

  “Good morning, Greg”

  “Good morning. Seana is just now in the shower, and she takes about an hour to get ready. Do you want me to have her call you when she’s finished?”

  “No, that’s okay. Do you mind coming down now? I’d like to talk with you.” I agreed and clicked off the panel.

  I thought that like Seana and me, William must’ve wanted what we’d discovered between the three of us to go on. With all his connections, there had to be a way.

  I found him at a table filled with breakfast fare by the pool. He poured me a glass of orange juice.

  “Enough of the niceties, man. What’s up?”

  William laughed. “A quick study. I like that.”

  “Very quick.”

  He hadn’t shaved, but the shadow made him look even better, if that was possible.

  A dreadful thought occurred to me. If there wasn’t a way to save him and he didn’t want to die, the government would require Seana to end the pregnancy.


  “Are you backing out?” I felt my stomach lurch into my throat.

  William studied me before he answered.

  “No, I’m not backing out.” And I was sure he meant it. The conviction of his tone told me so. One of the maids appeared bringing more food, but William waved her away. His brow was furrowed with intent.

  “Then what’s this about?” I inquired hesitantly.

  “I have a favor to ask.”

  “Okay.” I was willing to do anything that was within my means, no matter what he wanted.

  Like the first night I arrived at William’s home, Bennie jumped in the middle of the table, disturbing some of our meal. The arrogant prick began nibbling on some crumbs that had fallen from William’s plate. Unlike before, William let the cat stay.

  “Will you name the baby Heather, if it’s a girl?”

  I smiled. “And William, if it’s a boy.”

  “Thank you.”

  “But surely there’s another way. Neither of us wants you to…”

  “Die? I know that, Greg. Who would’ve thought I could find love again after all these years? Not me. That’s for sure.”

  “Seana loves you. Hell, I love you. Let’s do something about this craziness. We can’t have you die. Not now. We want you to be part of this baby’s life and our lives, too.”

  “It’s not possible. People with a lot more money and pull than me haven’t been able to figure out a loophole around that.”

  “Then another death. Surely you can afford one accidental death.”

  “There isn’t time to get another one. The die is cast. Doc will be here in an hour to get things underway.”

  My mind screamed. This wasn’t right. We needed him. I sipped my juice to allow myself a moment. He was not an eccentric millionaire wishing to play some kind of game with us. “Please, William. Try? Call in favors. Whatever. You can’t leave us.”

  “I’ve been alive for centuries. It’s time for me to go.” He laughed and it made me smile. “Who knows? Maybe Heather is waiting for me on some other plane, tapping her foot because I’m so late. I’m not normally a believer in such things, but I won’t know unless I follow her.”

  Seana walked over to us in regal splendor with the midmorning light only adding to her beauty. Bennie noticed her and jumped to her feet. He was lord of the patio and would greet all who dared enter his court.

  She reached down and paid him his homage with a few pats. “Am I interrupting?”

  “No, Babe. But I do think I should go shower,” I said, rising. I pulled out a chair for her.

  “Sit and eat,” William urged Seana.

  “Okay,” Seana conceded. “It’s a beautiful day. Did you talk to him, Greg?”

  “I did, but my convincing skills aren’t nearly as good as yours. Take your turn at bat.”

  She nodded.

  I left knowing she would try but fail. I hated what lay ahead for us.

  ****

  The poison had a difficult task against a body with supercharged antibodies, but William’s physician assured us it was working. Seana, Bennie, and I were by William’s bed all day. He seemed peaceful most of the day, but into the night, he began to become agitated. The doctor increased his dosage at eleven-thirty.

  The next morning, William looked at us and smiled. Then he closed his eyes and fifteen minutes later, the doctor checked his pulse. Nothing.

  With tears falling freely from our eyes, Seana and I clutched each other.

  William was dead.

  ****

  Everyone is asleep upstairs except the cat and me.

  I can’t believe it’s been more than a year and a half since we lost William.

  A few hours after his death, his attorney told us what he’d done. We got everything, including his five homes around the globe and more money than we could’ve ever dreamed of. Seana never had to face her asshole boss again.

  That wasn’t the big reveal, though. Not by a long shot.

  I still miss him and sometimes even cry, realizing how wonderful William was to us, and especially to me.

  Devious bastard had worked it all out with his doctor and attorney. They’d been able to purchase one accidental death, but unfortunately not two. I’d been led to believe that my injection that night was to keep me calm. It wasn’t. Like William’s, it had allowed me to procreate, just liked he’d planned. The test William had run with the strange medical device confirmed Seana had conceived not just with his baby—but mine, too.

  Nine months after William’s death, Seana’s pregnancy ended in the perfect delivery of our son and daughter.

  We’re celebrating their first birthday in a few weeks in Hawaii.

  Bennie sits in my lap.

  I pet the arrogant cat that I’ve come to adore. “Bennie, can you believe that three thousand people have already sent in their RSVPs to attend the big bash for William and Heather?”

  His purring tells me he’s not surprised at all.

  The End

  ****

  Now available for your Kindle:

  Mia’s Spanking Diary

  Copyright 2013 Kris Cook

  Mia is a graduate student working on a thesis about the sexual practices of people in the BDSM lifestyle. Lex, the owner of a very prominent local sex club, agrees to show her the ropes...literally, and a whole lot more. What begins as only a curious academic pursuit quickly becomes a brew of sizzling erotic pleasure for both Master Teacher and submissive student. As her lessons with him are about to come to an end, fun and games need to be put aside for something real--a chance for true love.

  Enjoy the following excerpt from Mia’s Spanking Diary:

  The rest of the attendees sat behind me from the third row to the last row. I sat alone with my hands in my lap like a little schoolgirl. Awkward. Sums up my life.

  Then he walked in.

  The speaker instantly had my heart pounding in my chest and my breath hitching in my lungs. He overflowed with confidence and power with each step, like a gladiator coming on the field to defeat anyone foolish enough to challenge him. In his early thirties, the man’s coal black hair was cut razor short, and his face, though not Hollywood handsome, had a ruggedness that made me squirm in the metal chair. His jaw was square, and he sported a five o’clock shadow. His eyes were so piercing blue I found myself unable to look away. In fact, every woman in the place was near drooling over his six-foot-five muscled frame. The speaker’s arrival instantly silenced the chatter among the other males in the room. Their combined testosterone would barely fill a thimble compared to his.

  Dr. Vickers stepped up to the lectern and pounded on it with her fist. “Quiet students.”

  Since no one was talking, I found her command odd. Oh, well. I knew I would never figure her out.

  “Welcome. Tonight continues our series on Human Sexuality in the Modern Age. This is our fifth lecture. Our guest speaker is the owner of The Cell, located downtown, one of the most notable BDSM clubs in the country. He’s won several awards for his work with special effects. He’s written several bestselling books about the lifestyle including The Path of Dominance and Submission; The Master’s Rules; and The Guide to Creating Your Home Dungeon. He also hosts a weekly Q & A podcast for people deep in the life, just beginning, or only curious called “The Spanking Bench.”

  I gasped aloud the instant Dr. Vickers mentioned the name of the speaker’s Internet show, but thankfully, no one seemed to notice.

  “Students, welcome our guest, Master Lex Brogan.”

  Clapping, I felt my temperature go up several degrees as his searing blue eyes seemed to fix on me.

  “Thank you, Dr. Vickers for inviting me. Instead of giving a boring speech from a stale outline, I’m going to have you ask me questions, and I will answer them. Got it?”

  “Yes, thank you,” I said, as if he and I were the only ones in the room.

  “Good.” He paused. In a deep, commanding tone that startled me, he said, “Front Row, you go first.”

  “
Me?” I pointed to the center of my chest.

  “Is there anyone else on the front row?”

  “No.” My mouth was suddenly dry, and my mind turned to mush. “Umm. I am...working on...it’s a paper. I mean...I have this paper that I have to finish. It’s called ‘Principals and Practices of Participants of Bondage and Discipline, “Sadomasochism” or Dominance and Submission’ and it’s required to earn my master’s.” Every word I uttered made me sound more and more idiotic. Why did my mind always spin with a million conflicting thoughts, paralyzing me to act or to even speak coherently?

  “I’m sure there’s a question in there somewhere.”

  I shook my head. “Mr. Brogan—”

  “It’s ‘Master.’”

  “Right.” I kept looking down at my hands, which I was wringing together like a crazy woman. “What I’m trying to say is that...my paper isn’t really printed out. It’s on my computer, right now.”

  “I understand the mechanics of a printer, young lady. Your question?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Per my norm, I couldn’t seem to get out of my own head. “I’m working on my thesis for my master’s, Master Mister Brogan.”

  “Really? Your thesis is on this topic and you don’t understand the very basic norms.” The irritation in his tone made me wince. “Just Master Lex.”

  “Sorry. Got it.” I could’ve died from the shame I was feeling, but there were no rocks to get under, no trees to hide behind, and no escape route to run to. So, I took a deep breath, hoping to focus my thoughts on something sane and understandable. What to ask that would redeem me in his eyes? “Like I told you, Master Lex, the title of my paper is—”

  “I’ve heard enough about your thesis already.” He narrowed his eyelids and tilted his head slightly forward, a clear message that his patience was thinning.