33-Pack CHEATING Megabundle (46 page)

I stood. "I want you to give me a full-body massage," I smirked, "and save the best for last."

"Sure," he said, grabbing the oil and towels.

"Let's dispense with the towels, shall we?" I winked at him. "I just want a nice, relaxing massage, after which I want you to do to me what you did to the blonde before me."

"You're the boss, boss." He said as he warmed up the oil and laid me on the table.

"What about these?" I pointed to my leaky breasts. "Like a pregnant woman, I'm not going to be able to fit."

I watched in awe as he jiggered something with the massage table and two holes, perfectly placed, appeared. "Ta da!"

"Wow! You guys think of everything." I watched him move around the room with his cock at full erection. It was going to be interesting to see how he dealt with that. Just as I laid down, he brought out two milk pails and centered them under my leaky breasts.

"Fill 'er up!" he said, laughing.

I watched, fascinated as a droplet of milk fell into the empty pail, followed by another and another. I laid my head on the rest, my breasts comfortable inside the make-shift holes, and closed my eyes.

He started with my neck and worked his way down. His hands felt so strong, yet gentle. The more he touched me, the more I relaxed. My breath slowed and I concentrated on his hands. They were quick and sure, never lingering for too long. I started to get wet again as my thoughts turned to the naughtiness of what we were doing.

My husband would kill me if he found out. What was I doing getting knocked up with some strange man's baby, anyway? I felt my inner heat rise, especially as he worked his magic down my legs. His hands grew ever so close, but they never touched it. I longed for him to just "accidentally" brush up against my pussy.

Please, I moaned silently as I began slightly humping the table. My swollen breasts leaked contentedly into the bucket, each droplet releasing the tightness in my chest. I could've expressed them, but I didn't want to move my arms.

His smooth hands caused my body to tremble and my pulse to quicken. He touched all the right places, leaving no stone unturned. As my horniness grew, my milk jugs began dribbling their milk faster.

I screamed from a mixture of arousal and fear when he reached down and gently touched my breasts. He began slightly kneading them, causing my mother's milk to spray its liquid gold faster. I moaned out loud as he caressed and gently squeezed my milk-laden breasts.

"Please don't stop," I said as I felt his strong, nineteen-year-old hands handle my boobs in ways that no man had ever done before. I nearly cried when I felt his lips brush against my nipple. I felt a very powerful orgasm shoot through my body just as he wrapped his mouth around my engorged, hardened tit.

I bucked my hips and writhed around on the table - as much as I could with his lips firmly clamped to my nipple. At first, I thought he'd spit the milk out, but he didn't. He'd suck, get a mouthful of my sweet mother's milk and then swallow it. After a few minutes, he started greedily drinking it down.

"Fuck that's hot!" I said as I looked down through the hole and watched him. He switched to the other breast and began drinking milk from that. He sucked it down like a dying man. I couldn't believe how erotic it was.

"Lap it up!" He commanded as he brought one of the milk pails on top of the massage table. "Drink your own mother's milk, slut!"

I didn't like being called a slut, but I was far too horny to care right then. Without hesitation, I dipped my head forward into the pail and began lapping up my own breast juice. Out of the corner of my eyes I watched him jerk himself to my milk-drinking.

He leaned forward and squeezed a bunch of breast milk into his mouth and then locked his lips to mine. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I felt him squirt my own mother's essence into my mouth. I swished it around and pushed it back to him. We did this several times before he indicated that he wanted me to swallow it, which I did.

"Oh God, that was hot!" I said, licking the stray droplets of milk off my lips. He took the milk pail away and laid me on my back where he proceeded to give me a full, frontal massage. I don't know how he was able to keep his hard-on for as long as he did; that must've been torture. Every time he drew close enough, I reached out for it and stroked it for him.

I watched him ravish my body with his youthful eyes. I often caught his gaze lingering at my breast. A stray droplet of milk appeared on top of the hill and slowly made its way down the sides of my curved, supple breast. He watched the whole thing, fascinated. He must be into pregnant and lactating women, I thought as his hard cock flexed in my hand.

I parted my legs open when he began working my inner thighs and smiled when I saw the look on his face when he caught a glimpse of my wetness.

"Wow, you're wetter than this oil."

I smiled. "Smell it."

He did. I felt his stubbly cheek press against my thighs as he brought his nose to my folds. God, I couldn't believe that I was actually letting a stranger smell my married pussy. This was so wrong!

"That smells delicious! Almost as good as bacon and eggs." He closed his eyes and savored the rich aroma of my fertile, horny pussy.

I opened my legs farther and parted my folds with my fingers and beckoned to him. "Taste it. Lick it. Rub it with your tongue."

He repositioned himself and gently stuck out his tongue and began caressing my slick folds. When he landed on my clit, I moaned and bucked my hips up, mashing his face into my married pussy. He held on for dear life as I moaned and writhed around on the table under his expert ministrations. He'd definitely had practice as he brought me to the edge of orgasm over and over again, pushing me off the cliff each time.

By the time the tenth orgasm hit me, I was ready to take his baby right then and there. And by the looks of his throbbing, hungry cock, he was ready to give it to me.

"Take me!" I cried. "Put a baby in my fertile, married womb!" I needed him so bad, I couldn't stand it. He was the perfect man for the job.

"Take off your ring," he said as he poised his cock at my ravenous entrance.

"What? I can't do that. It hasn't been off my finger in fifteen years," I protested.

He shook his head. "I don't care. When I fuck you, you're mine. I want you to keep that ring off your finger the entire time you have my baby in you. For the next nine months, I own you."

I looked at him as though he'd grown three heads. Was he serious? Could I just forget about my marriage vows like that?

"Further, you are forbidden to have sexual relations with anyone else while pregnant. You will come to me for all your needs."

I stared at him, aghast at his words. "What gives you the authority to demand such things?"

"Because," he said as he pressed his large cock slowly between my super-slick lips, "I am the father of your baby. You carry my seed. You do as I say."

I tried to find an argument against his logic, but found that I couldn't - or, more aptly, wouldn't. I just wanted to feel his thick, long shaft inside my aching, needy cunt.

Reluctantly, I did as he asked and put my ring on a nearby table.

"Good," he said sternly. "Now, for the next nine months, you're mine. When I say jump, you don't ask 'how high,' you just fucking jump."

Wow, what bee had gotten up in his bonnet? I nodded my head in agreement. This was going to be a problem, but I thought I could stave off my husband for nine months. Maybe I'd have to buy him a Fleshlight or something to keep him busy.

"I agree. Now shut up and stick your big dick in and put a baby in me!" I shouted as his cock hovered just at my entrance. I remembered being on the other side of the door and suddenly wondered if someone wasn't listening to my shouting. That was an amusingly ironic thought.

Mark pinned my arms up over my head and held them there as he drove his huge cock into my fertile pussy. My breasts sprayed freely, drenching both of us. I needed him so bad that I could taste it. I had never once cheated on my husband in the fifteen years we'd been married, but this was an opportunity that I just couldn't pass up.

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.