The silence of the forest echoed around us as we walked. Suddenly, everything had become so much more intense. My nostrils flared, inhaling air so crisp and clean that it burnt the inside of my nose. My eyes felt glazed over as we walked, as if I had just been hypnotized by his cock. Cheeks still flushed, heart still racing, several minutes after we started to head back to the car. It was not long before we reached a clearing where the sedan lay in wait. Silently, we entered the vehicle, the doors clapping closed behind us.
“Daddy is proud of you,” came the words that finally broke the silence.
My still-pounding heart felt like it skipped several beats. It had just dawned on me that his voice didn’t seem as deep as it had on their voice calls. His voice seemed more boyish than the silky-smooth erotic novel narrator voice I was used to him speaking in.
“Thank you, Daddy! I live to serve as your cock sleeve.” I grinned, my response cheery and excited.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” he inquired.
I nodded.
When we first met, I was playing a video game that had been recently released. I had been jobless for the last five years, unable to find work after a car accident muddled my mind, causing me to have seizures. The journey to get medicine alone took three years, which meant that I had much downtime to be home alone.
On the day that I met R, I was balls deep into fighting some Nevrons. My party was half dead, and I was out of healing and revive kits. I glanced over at my secondary monitor screen and saw a message from someone with an interesting username. Since I was a content creator there, I received an influx of messages every day, but this one stood out. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short. Earlier that day, I had changed my status on an adult website to reflect my desire for a certain type of individual to fulfill a specific desire that I had been yearning to explore. This individual provided a short, concise description of himself, adding that he was into deviant interests. At the very least, he was aware of my love of exhibitionism. But did he know how deep my corruption really went?
Did I understand how dark his corruption went?
“That was the first time we came together.” I reminded him, shifting in my seat.
“Correct! And what did I tell you?” He smirked with a devilish grin.
His full height of 6’2” was visible as he sat straight in his chair. Muscles were suited to his entire body, though just the right amount. A subtle turn toward me revealed his wide shoulders, the sun beaming onto his collarbone through the window. The sun caught his hazel eyes at that moment, making them glow in the early evening light.
“That ‘one day, we would meet up and you would breed my married little pussy.’” I repeated.
“Mhmmm.” He smiled again, taking my panties from his pocket and bringing them to his nose once more.
“You’ll be needing these,” he sighed.
I took them from him and slid them up my legs and under my skirt. I felt my pussy clench around the hard plug inside me as I moved, each twitch a gentle reminder of the load she took inside her in hopes of becoming pregnant.
“You doubted my conviction every step of the way, you dirty little slut.” He began to rub his rising shaft through his jeans. “But, in the end, you ended up with my seed planted deep inside you. And now, you filthy little whore, you’re going to go back to your husband, take out that plug, and fuck him until his seed blends with mine. You stick that plug right back in your tight little twat, and then, only then, can you use your vibrator to lull yourself to sleep tonight.”
Once again, I felt a surge of heat in my cheeks and a tingle in my pussy.
"Yes, Daddy.” Came my timid reply.
“Now. We’re here. Go be a good girl and make Daddy proud. We both know that that baby will be mine. And, if you’re not pregnant this month, then we will meet every month until my love has taken root in your womb,” he said softly.
His lips were right there, begging to be kissed. The neighbors would surely see, I thought. With a sigh and no words, I gathered myself and exited the car, heading back down the street to my house.
The garage was the way into the house, so I walked through it to get to the path that led to the kitchen and the stairs to the basement. The basement was our apartment area; the top of the house belonged to my in-laws. Down the stairs and to the right was an exit way to the backyard with a door to our side of the home and a wall dividing the unfinished section of the home from our living space. On the couch, my husband sat, phone in hand, completely oblivious to the fact that I had been gone at all.
Ah, well. I thought.
“How was dinner?” I asked, nonchalantly heading into the bathroom to unplug myself.
“It was good,” he said.
I closed the door behind me and pulled the plug out. Before I washed it, I admired the icing dripping down its black flesh. With my toy washed, I went back into our living space and snatched my husband’s phone from him, quickly tossing it aside on the couch. Though he looked quite angry at what I’d just done, he didn’t protest as I straddled his lap and pulled my shirt over my head. My braless tits now hung in his face. My skirt was elastic enough for me to pull it over my head as well, so I quickly removed that. With each movement, my crotch ground on the groin of his black khaki pants. He smiled and cupped his hands around my natural 36D breasts, pulling them into his face so he could suck on my nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I stood, climbing off him long enough to take my panties off. I tossed them aside, my hands eagerly inching towards his pants. Hasty hands unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. He helped by taking out his cock for me so I could sit on it as soon as I could position myself over him.
Without a second thought or hesitation, I slipped my loosened walls around him, clenching onto his meat with my walls as I slammed onto him as fast as I could. Though my husband was not as large as R, his cock still fit nicely inside my hungry pussy.
I rode him until my thighs burned and my breath was heavy. Sweat was beading on my head and arms, cooling me off while I took every inch of him inside me. He gasped, which meant he was getting close. Despite my body’s protests, I continued as hard as I could, ready to feel him release inside me.
“Fuck!” he grunted, his body shuddering as his warm sperm blended with R’s own seed.
“Where did that come from?” came his shocked, yet grateful, inquiry.
“I wanted your cum.” I replied, smirking at the reality of the situation.
