Creampie Dreams: Impregnation Erotica Trilogy (8 page)

Paulo had been a welder back home, splitting his time between his work and caring for his young sisters. Their parents had died young, and Paulo had been left as the breadwinner for the family. Despite the hardships he'd enjoyed his role, and it was only natural that he'd apply to work in the kindergarten when he was released for duties.

Sam had found herself listening to his story for an hour, the time flitting by until the bell rang for class and Paulo rushed back to his kids. His story was no more sad than a thousand others, but there was something about his deep, soulful eyes that made it more heartbreaking than any she'd heard.

Naturally she'd added him to the top of her list. Not just because she enjoyed talking to him, though that was a bonus, but because he was, to put it mildly, devastatingly handsome. Those deep, gentle eyes hidden behind his long, dark hair were only a part of the package. Beneath his shirt it was obvious that he was in good shape, the fabric of his clothes straining against his firm, bulging muscles. As he talked she'd imagined slowly unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it back over his shoulders and gently kissing every inch of his chest before laying herself down on the table and inviting him to have his way with her.

As soon as the bell rang and she lost him in a sea of children she'd rushed to the nearest bathroom, locked herself into a stall and spent a delicious twenty minutes imagining it was his strong hands pleasuring her, rather than her own. Her climax had echoed. The long walk back to her level was all the harder for the embarrassing dark, wet stain between her legs, and her slick, moist panties chafing her tender skin.

Now, as she finished adding Paulo to her breeding diary and an emailed order from the program chimed in his inbox seven floors beneath her, Sam once again found her hand slipping down her body. She'd felt the heat building within her as she read his profile, and now the order was sent it was as if her body yelled out at her, telling her it was ready to be pleasured by the strong, dark Italian.

Her fingers ran slowly up her inner thigh, sliding under her pleated skirt until they met the soft cotton of her panties. She gently rubbed the damp, warm fabric, surprised at how wet she'd become just at the thought of Paulo's arrival, and then slipped her hand beneath her panties to caress her warm, wet clit. She shuddered as her index finger found the small round nub, and suddenly the room was too warm. Her face flushed. Her breathing became shallow. Her fingers worked her clit, teasing it with tight little circular motions that made her swollen pussy gush.

She slipped across to the bed, laying under the cool breeze from the air con. Closing her eyes, she once again imagined it was Paulo's hands playing with her. His fingers explored her, moving from her clit down to her puffy, swollen lips. He felt her wetness and smiled, eager to fall to his knees and taste her juices. Sam arched her back, slipping her shirt over her head to allow her lover access to her round, pert breasts. She dreamed his free hand slid across her skin to her chest. His questing fingers found a nipple, and he delighted in finding it hard and tight, the skin around it flushed red with her excitement.

Sam couldn't hold on any longer. Paulo's fingers pushed deep inside her, his thumb planted firmly on her clit, rubbing ever more quickly, and drawing her orgasm from her body. She moaned, biting her lip to keep from screaming his name, and held a pillow over her face as her pussy exploded with pleasure. Her climax swept through her body, waves crashing over her as she gasped and panted, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Paulo's hand slipped away from her, sliding smoothly across her glistening clit and trailing her juices up to her tight, flat stomach, where it spread out flat and held her until the last pulses of joy flowed from her body.

She couldn't wait for him to arrive.

Chapter Four

The knock on the door came a few minutes early, just as Sam was making last minute preparations. She prided herself on her hospitality, and since this was no regular caller her tidying had gone far beyond straightening the bed sheets. She'd requested extra shower time, and had spent an hour removing every last hint of hair from her body. Her pussy was smooth and sleek, and her legs were so bare she'd spent a half hour after waxing just stroking her calves, enjoying the rare luxury of perfect smoothness.

He's opened the door to find Paulo standing stiffly and awkwardly, as if unsure of how to act in this unusual situation. It was the first time, she guessed, that he'd been called up to the breeding floor to pleasure a woman, and it was no surprise that he was a little uncomfortable.

Sam couldn't help but burst into laughter at his stiff posture. An image flashed through her mind of her husband standing the same way the first time he met her parents. 'It's OK, Paulo, you can relax,' she said, trying to fight off a fit of the giggles. 'Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you in the hallway. Come on in.'

Paulo smiled, visibly forcing himself to relax. After seeing Sam greet him so casually he seemed to loosen up a little, and managed walk through the door at a stroll rather than a march. 'I'm sorry, I would have liked to have brought flowers, but there don't seem to be any around lately. Here, though, I made you this.'

From his back pocket he pulled a small, folded piece of red card and spent a few seconds delicately unfolding it. Sam peered at his hands, wondering what it was until a final fold opened it out into an origami flower. 'It's not very good, I'm afraid, but I think after another few years I may learn to do it well.' His voice was low, slow and sincere, but beneath his floppy hair his eyes were laughing. A moment later he broke into a grin, handing over the flower.

'It's beautiful, Paulo. Thank you for the thought. Please, take a seat on the bed. I just need to go change. Get ready for me.'

Sam stepped into the bathroom, closed the door and leaned against it, smiling. Paulo was even hotter than she'd remembered him. Those eyes were like deep, calm pools, and his roguish smile broke on his face like sunlight appearing through a gap in the clouds. There was something about it that made her feel like... like she was
outside,
basking under the sun far from this underground tomb.

She studied herself quickly in the mirror, looking out for stray hairs, smeared makeup and unnoticed blemishes. Satisfied, she turned to the lingerie laid out beside the sink. It had cost her more privileges than she'd like to admit to acquire this outfit, a matching set of white lace bra and panties. The standard issue underwear in the complex was simple and indescribably unerotic: plain white panties and a bra more suited for jogging than seduction.

She stripped quickly, peeling off her underwear and replacing it with her alluring new costume. As soon as she slid on the panties she admired herself in the mirror, noticing how the shape accentuated the curves of her hips. The bra was even more of a revelation, lifting and firming in all the right places and reminding her that she had beautiful breasts, a fact that had been forgotten after years of wearing something that flattened and squeezed her.

Suitably attired, she turned back to the mirror to admire the full package. She was pleased with what she saw. Her long, golden brown hair fell down her back, its tips leading down to the curve of her lace-clad butt, pert and firm from hours in the gym. Her bra lifted her breasts beautifully, and beneath them lay the flat, toned stomach of a runner, conditioned through rationing and enforced exercise to look better than it ever had when she was a lady of leisure.

Thinking about Paulo waiting on the other side of the door she couldn't resist slipping her hand into her panties. The thought that she was just moments away from realizing her fantasy made her so wet, and it took a great effort to pull her hand away from her tingling, excited and eager pussy.
Settle down, girl. Don't waste your energy.
With one last check in the mirror she turned, took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped back into her room.

Paulo had settled himself on the bed, resting above the sheets, and his clothes lay over the back of the chair by her computer. Sam's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a fluttering in her stomach as she ran her eyes up and down his body. She'd admired his olive skin before, but seeing him naked was something else altogether. In contrast to her own skin tone he
glowed,
every inch of his body radiating health and vitality. She imagined licking him all over, biting and nibbling his beautiful, flawless skin, and then smiled when she realized she could do exactly that.

Paulo was stunned into silence. She knew he wasn't attached, and she guessed it had been some time since he'd last been with a woman. His fixed, entranced gaze told her she was right.

'You look beautiful. I never dared hope...' He gave up, and that beautiful smile took the place of words.

Without another word Sam crossed the room and lowered herself onto the bed. She slid slowly between Paulo's legs and dipped her head to gently kiss his inner thigh. His breath caught in his throat, and she knew that all over his body tiny goosebumps were appearing as her tongue teased him.

Inch by inch she tasted him, savoring his clean, freshly showered scent. Beneath her lips the muscles in his thigh tensed, and inches from her mouth she knew his penis was swelling with anticipation. She reached out to grasp it, wrapping her hand around the firm, thick shaft. She looked up, resting her chin happily on his leg, and saw that he was enormous and still growing. She watched the thick vein running along the underside pulse with every heartbeat, pumping yet more blood into his monstrous member. Her pussy ached for it.

She moved slowly, teasing him with a slow approach to his cock. Just as she reached his testicles she quickly switched to his other leg, and Paulo groaned at pleasure postponed. She waited, kissing and nibbling his soft, smooth skin until she felt he could wait no longer.

'Would you like me to suck your cock, Paulo?' she whispered, seductively.

Paulo nodded quickly, desperate for her mouth. He shifted his legs, spreading wider to allow her to settle between his thighs. Her first lick was delicate, teasing once more, as she ran the tip of her tongue from the base of his throbbing erection to the tip, where a bead of his juices sat like nectar.

Sam licked the tiny droplet from his cock, and then slowly slid her lips over the thick, firm head. She moaned with excitement, sending delicious vibrations through his cock that tickled her lips and brought an ecstatic moan to Paulo's. Moving faster, she closed her mouth over him, sliding down the shaft until he rested fully on her tongue, and then slowly drew away while licking him like a lollipop.

Sam felt her pussy gush like a fire hydrant, coating her with juice and preparing her for his entry into her. As she sucked, licked and gently nibbled she raised her ass in the air, knowing that Paulo would enjoy the view of the lace G string separating the halves of her pert, peachy ass.

She continued sucking, aroused by the sound of her own lips smacking wetly against his member. She felt him tense beneath her, and with her right hand she reached for his heavy, cum filled balls, gently fondling them until she felt the gushing spray of his orgasm burst forth.

Paulo let out a long, satisfied groan of relief beyond words as years of sexual energy were released. Sam pulled her lips away, milking him as he spurted his pale, thick cream across his dark stomach.  It seemed as if every muscle in his body was playing its part in his orgasm, and his body writhed beneath her as she stroked his cock, squeezing out yet more of his cream.

When his body finally relaxed he sighed contentedly, his eyes closed with a blissful smile on his lips. Sam reached for a tissue and wiped his stomach before licking the remainder form his taut, defined abs. The taste drove her crazy, and her pussy felt as if it would burst if she wasn't satisfied soon.

Minutes passed as she waited for him to recover his strength, and all the while she licked and nibbled around his glistening cock, willing it to spring up to full mast again. Finally, after minutes that felt like hours, she felt a thrill as the thick vein darkened and he began to grow once again.

Sam rolled onto her back, coming to rest by Paulo's side, and tenderly kissed his navel. 'How do you want to fuck me?' she moaned, desperate for him to take charge of her body.

Paulo smiled, stroking her breasts with a strong, firm hand, teasing her nipples until they strained against the lace of her bra. Without a word he reached behind her back and easily unclasped her, and she shrugged off the bra to release herself. He gently tweaked her left nipple as he studied her body, no doubt deciding what he wanted to do with her.