by Daphne Dawn
It seems as if she’s taking the news well. I mean, so far so good. She didn’t turn and run. She stayed and let me fuck her.
I play with her hair as we lie entwined on the couch.
My legs are wrapped around hers, and her back pushes against my chest and abdomen.
I’m surprised at myself. It had been easier to confess my problem than I thought.
Once I felt those cinnamon eyes on me, filled with understanding, it just came out.
Of course. I could see the disbelief in her eyes as she listened to me, but there was something else there as well.
I think it was compassion―a genuine desire to help and make the issue go away.
The sort of quality you want in a mother.
Mother.
I roll the word around my mouth for a bit, tasting it, exploring it and combining it with her name.
She’ll make a great mother. From what I’ve seen so far, she’s natural mom material. I’m not sure how I’ll go myself, but Rose will do the perfect job.
There’s a little inward chuckle as I mentally write a job description for a mother.
Wanted—woman of many talents.
To fulfill this role, you will need to have eyes in the back of your head, be able to cope with little sleep, settle disputes with minimal resources at the drop of a hat, be prepared to be challenged, and be available twenty-four seven with no holidays ever.Management skills are essential, as is the ability to attend to any emergency whatsoever and to be on call at all times. There are no leave entitlements and the contract is for life.
If you are interested, call here.
Would Rose have applied if she’d read my job ad?
I bet most of the those women on those social media sites wanting to have my baby would have second thoughts if it were put to them like this, too.
Rose turns toward me, and I feast my eyes on her tits. I love her pink nipples. They jut out and are the soft pink you would use to paint the bedroom of a baby girl.
Fuck, I really do have babies on the brain. When the hell did that happen?
“And…” she says as she strokes my chest. I watch her finger draw little circles and swirls on my skin. Her touch is gentle, and it leaves me burning with desire.
“And what?” I laugh. If I’m supposed to know what she’s asking, I haven’t got a fucking clue.
“And what now?”
I’m not sure if that’s really what she was going to ask, or if her real question is left unasked. I get the impression there’s more hidden in that ‘and’, but she’s not sure how to put it.
“How about a little drink?” She bats her eyelashes at me.
There’s no saying no to that.
I untangle myself from her beautiful curves and head over to my little built-in bar. It takes me no time at all to prepare two glasses for a cocktail.
Rose joins me, and I feel her hands on my back and around my waist. My body is enveloped with warmth, and my cock is stirring again.
This woman has a magic touch. She seems to be able to snap her fingers and, click, my body responds.
“Cocktail?” I ask and try my hardest to concentrate on what I’m doing. It is becoming increasingly difficult to think straight with her hands all over me. If I’m not careful, my brain will stop working and leave my cock in charge.
“Yes please,” she murmurs and licks her lips. Her fingers by now are stroking my growing cock, feather-like. Her touch is so soft, I have to check if she’s using her fingers and not blowing her warm breath on it.
Fuck. I’ve dropped an ice cube.
“Oh, thank you.” She chuckles and picks it up. “Crumbs from the Sire’s table. We’re being generous today,” she quips. “Shall I put it in my mouth and hold it open to receive a drop of your precious load?”
Her eyes sparkle, and I shake my head.
With increasing fascination and a quick growing dick, I watch her run the ice cube down my belly toward the tip of my now erect cock. When the ice rubs over my tip, shock waves of pleasure rip through me.
Fuck. What is she doing to me?
Rose giggles and moves the ice along the length of my massive member, around its base, and back up again. It’s as if she’s trying to extinguish the flames of desire burning within me.
But all that she’s doing is fanning them. Fire and ice, pleasure and pain, they work in unison.
I’ve stopped preparing our drinks. I’m unable to string a coherent thought together, and I’m not even sure I’d be able to say my name if I was asked what it is.
Rose now drops to her knees and stares at my cock. Standing erect and at attention, it’s quivering in anticipation.
At this point, I may just spray my cum all over at the slightest touch.
The cold is still lingering on my skin, and when Rose bends forward to blow a gentle kiss on my tip, I nearly faint from the pleasure.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I’m dizzy from the excitement building in me. I know any second she’s going to wrap those lips around my throbbing fucking cock and suck on it for all she’s worth.
But nothing happens.
My eyes find hers. She’s simply staring at my cock, feasting on it, devouring it with her eyes.
Then she looks at me.
“I thought you promised me a drink,” she says with a pout.
I shake my head.
“Um…” I try to focus, but it’s difficult with the haze in my head.
“How about some Baileys and ice?” she suggests, and I rummage around my bottles until I find what the lady asks for.
She stays kneeling in front of me. I hand her the drink.
“Thank you,” she murmurs and dips her finger into the glass. I watch her take it out and lick off the liquid.
“Mmm,” she murmurs and then puts her finger back in the glass. Wide-eyed, I watch her drip some of her drink onto my pulsing cock.
The cool liquid sends pleasure pulsing through me. When she then gently laps up the droplets, I feel as if I’m going to fucking explode with pleasure.
“That’s better,” she says. “Sweet and salty mixed with sexual desire and lust.”
When her hot lips leave my cool cock, I want to just shove it right into her fucking pussy. For a microsecond, I don’t even fucking care I’m not wearing a condom.
But before I can act on my desire, she’s dripped more of her cocktail on my cock, and I shiver in anticipation.
Her tongue darts out, cleaning the dripping liquid off me and continuing to lick the length of my shaft for good measure.
“Ohhhhh,” I groan, unable to form any coherent words.
Is this woman real? Or is she a witch? If she had green eyes, I might be tempted to think I’d caught myself a witch, who was now using her wicked ways with me.
Whatever she is, I don’t fucking care. I just need to shove my throbbing fucking cock into her, into some part of her, any fucking part of her.
When she pours some more of her drink over me, I nearly go insane. Then she puts her mouth over my cock and starts to suck and lick and suck.
Explosions rip through me. My mind has gone completely blank and is filled with a hazy fog of intense lust. I need to fuck her.
As if reading my mind, Rose increases her speed and rhythm and bobs up and down on me, giving me a blowjob like I’ve never had one before.
The mixed sensations make me feel as if I’ve jumped out of a plane and am now floating weightless through the sky, bouncing from cloud to cloud.
I can feel my cum building in my balls, a tingling at the base of my spine, and I know that any second, I’m going to shoot the most humungous load down her pretty little throat.
My abs contract and flex again, and then my body stiffens. It’s coming. Any second.
Fuck.
“Roooooseeee,” I yelp and shoot my cream into her mouth.
I keep going and going, and she drinks every last drop of it.
When I finally finish, I collapse on the floor next to her.
She’s licking her lips.
“Not bad,” she comments. “Just the right combination of sweet and salty.”
I smile at her.
And then I lean forward to kiss her.
I start slow and gentle, picking up the taste of my own cum and Bailey’s on ice. Something stirs in me. My kiss becomes more demanding, and I force myself up on her.
I don’t ask permission, I just push my tongue into her mouth and practically reach for her fucking tonsils. I want to share in the taste of me she’s just had.
As I do, time slows down. There’s nothing else but Rose, me, and the sexual tension and lust between us. There’s no condom problem or anything else.
Nothing else exists. We are one.
We’re fucking perfect for each other, and right now?
I want to fuck her again.
Rose
I sigh. Why is life so fucking hard?
Couldn’t just once the stars align and let life be perfect?
Here is what seems like the perfect man: rich, incredibly good looking, sexy as all hell, interested in some kind of arrangement involving having his child with me―and yet he’s not able to fuck my pussy without a condom.
Man, oh man.
Fuck.
It was one thing agreeing to have a baby with Daniel, it was another finding out he can’t actually do it without latex.
Part of me still can’t believe it, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s playing with me. He seems to have no trouble at all fucking me in my mouth, as he just proved.
In fact, judging by what just happened, I’d say he fucking loves it. Why then does he need the rubber before he fucks my pussy?
Psychological.
It’s got to be fucking psychological. But what kind of psychological problem is it? Fear of being responsible for a chick to fall pregnant seems the most likely explanation.
I shake my head.
But if that was the case, it shouldn’t matter with me, since he wants me to have his child, right?
My thoughts go round and round in circles, and I fear I might go mad if I don’t stop. This is just fucking madness.
Can’t a girl get her happily ever after just once in real life? Why is it only in movies and fairy tales?
I mean, I’m accepting an incomplete happily ever after anyway. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open. I know he doesn’t love me. I know the arrangement is purely a business arrangement.
I shake my head and sit up.
“What’s the matter, babe?” He smiles at me.
“I think we should retire to a different part of the apartment.”
He chuckles, and I feel myself drown in his smile and eyes. Those eyes are gorgeous.
“Lead the way, my princess,” he jokes and gets to his feet.
I know I’m no princess. If I were, there would be no problem. Fairy tales and all.
“You know,” I don’t move away from the bar, “I’m still owed a Bailey’s on ice.”
Grinning, he prepares two drinks for us. I move over to the sound system and flick through it.
Soon, I’m dancing to some hip-hop, and I watch Daniel stare at me open-mouthed. I dance over to him and take my drink. I bring the glass to my lips and enjoy the coolness on my warm mouth.
I know my tits are bouncing up and down, and I can see my nipples harden already. Just as I bound past Daniel, he grabs me and pushes me against him.
Now we sway together to the music. Our hips are joined, and I feel his cock come to life as my ass rubs up against him.
Side to side and up and down, I move to the music. I feel his hips thrust forward into me, and I push back against him.
My skin is burning, and I just want him to fuck me. I want to feel his cock rammed into my hole.
I know he hasn’t got another condom. And I don’t think he’ll reuse the last one. Because eww.
My insides are alight. Flames of desire flicker and lick at my openings. Once he’s inside me, there’ll be an earthquake in here.
Time to turn the heat up. I take a step away, and he pulls me back. I step away, and he pulls me back.
I lean into him and feel his hands on my tits. They cup them and squeeze them. My nipples are so hard they push against the palm of his hand. Somehow, without leaving my tits, he’s able to rub against my nipples.
The sensation is so awesome I feel electric jolts pulse through me. There are stars in front of my eyes, and I yearn for him to push into me.
Here we go, here we go.
Come on, Daniel. Here we go. This is your fucking cue.
Maybe he senses my impatience. I feel him lead me across the room as we dance. At the bottom of the stairs, he turns me toward them and then pushes me forward. My reflex has me reaching forward and grabbing onto the railing.
Something pushes at my feet and I obey, spreading my legs.
I peer over my shoulder and see him right behind me. His fucking massive member is definitely as ready as I am. It’s sticking straight up in the air, bouncing a little when it senses my proximity.
This is going to be it. He’s going to fuck me in my most private hole.
In anticipation, I wiggle my ass back at him and drop myself forward a bit. Now my upper body is at ninety degrees to my legs.
My tits bounce freely from side to side.
Come on, I urge him on silently, and then I feel his hand on my clit. He’s barely touching it, but it makes me go wild.
I try and push against him but, skillfully, he resists. The touch is lighter than that of a feather. My juices flow in abundance.
Fuck. I moan. I throw my head back and arch my lower back.
Aware of his effect on me, he lets his index finger slide just past my clit into my saturated pussy. He scoops up some of my juices and draws tiny circles along my ass.
The closer he gets to my hole, the more needy I become.
He uses both hands to massage, soothe, and knead. I relax and push back against him.
Back goes his hand to my clit. Now he uses thumb and index finger to squeeze my already over-sensitive clit really fucking hard.
I yelp in pleasure and pain. Tiny explosions ripple through me.
And then his fingers have left again.
I don’t know how much more of this torture I’ll be able to take.
“Pleeaasseee,” I beg and try to find his bouncing, throbbing cock.
He guides the tip of it to my opening. I sigh as I feel it push into me. Instead of going all the way, Daniel guides his dick gently into me, waiting for my hole to accommodate and relax around his cock.
His hands are now back on my tits, pinching and squeezing my nipples. The cocktail of sensations spreading through me is overwhelming. My head’s spinning, and my knees threaten to give way any second.
All of me is engulfed in ecstasy, and I fear I’m at risk of going mad.
Daniel is increasing the pace and rhythm. Faster and faster, he rams his cock inside of me. I try and meet him with each thrust and revel in the sound of his balls slapping against my ass.
Hard and faster he goes. I can feel him expand in me and my own body contracts its muscles in anticipation of me coming.
“Harder,” I pant and lower my body some more to feel him deeper in me.
His hands leave my tits and grab my hips. Now he’s pulling me toward, and I know it won’t be long before I’m going to fall off the edge of another orgasm.
I can feel my abdomen contract and the walls of my pussy pulse.
“Daaaannniieeel,” I screech and grab the railing tighter. I can see white skin around my knuckles. This is going to be an earthquake alright―only better. My body will erupt and shudder and fucking drown in pleasure.
Daniel must be close to his own orgasm because I can feel him tense inside of me. His fingers are digging into my skin, and he pulls me harder toward him.
And then with one final hard thrust, he comes inside of me.
I feel him empty his load into my hole, and at the
same time, I’m gripped by my own orgasm.
Fire rushes through me, and my breathing is short and shallow. The tingling sensation starting in my pussy spreads outward, and soon I’m filled with it.
When Daniel’s finished, he slumps on top of me. I feel as if my legs will collapse, and I can feel his right arm come under me for support. We stay like this for what seems like forever.
This moment seems perfect. Daniel inside of me without rubber―okay, so he’s in my ass, but still―there’s nothing separating us. This is the second time he’s filled my ass with hot, sticky cum.
There’s obviously no problem with him unloading in my ass or my mouth. Progress, right?
Eventually, I drop my arms and feel him pick me up. Carefully, he carries me through the room before he puts me ever so gently on the lounge.
He sits next to me and strokes my face, pushing loose hair behind my ear.
Our eyes meet and lock.
“Up for any further adventures?” I ask, and he grins at me.
“Do they involve sex?”
Daniel
The aroma of bacon wafts through my nostrils, and I sniff, inhaling the glorious scent of breakfast. Maple syrup and comfort.
Stretching, I yawn and peel open my sleepy, groggy eyes. As soon as I make my coffee, I’ll be functional again.
It’s really sweet of Rose to make us breakfast this morning, and I can’t wait to reward her with a nice little booty smack…and maybe I’ll eat her out if the food proves to be really tasty.
Wait a second.
What the…
Rose can’t be in the kitchen making a magical home-cooked meal for us.
Granted, I know she loves to cook, and I’ve witnessed her in the kitchen working her magic, but…
Rose can’t be in the kitchen cooking because Rose is in here with me.
She’s still sleeping soundly beside me. I watch as her chest peacefully rises and falls with each breath.
If she’s in the bedroom with me, then who the hell is in my kitchen cooking right now?
I have to get to the bottom of this. I roll over in the bed and plant my bare feet on the cool hardwood floors.
I carefully retrieve my arm from under Rose’s head. It tingles with numbness from falling asleep under her.
