New Horizons Pt 02 3

New Horizons

A.J. Roye

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Part 2

Chapter 6

After the third orgasm...

I left the bed, picked up my watch, and placed it on the night stand next to the bed.

Then, I crawled back into bed, knee walked to between Cressida's legs, and waited for her to regain her sanity. When I saw her eyes reappear from her skull and focus on me, she offered me a fantastic smile.

"You are so, so... the real deal," she wheezed. "The words I read about you are so inadequate, to what you're doing to me, right now. I still can't think straight."

"It's all about you, Lover."

I poked my cock back into her slick pussy, pushed her legs back, put my hands on the back of her thighs, leaned forward, and fucked her. Quickly establishing rhythmic thrusts, as I hovered above her. Cressida was wailing within moments... her eyes disappeared into her skull. Both her arms crossed over her 34Ds to keep them from wobbling off her chest, as I pounded her pussy.

Within moments, I knew she was in a full blown orgasm. Howling staccato howls. Growling in her throat between each howl. She was trying to arch her back... and straighten her legs, but I had her pinned with my hands on her legs. Her pussy had a death grip on my cock. The effect which, caused me to fight back the beast within me. I withdrew, reached for my watch, and...

Timed her orgasm.

Cressida's orgasms were long. Quite long, in my experience. On my knees beside Cressida, I watched her writhe out her orgasm, as I glanced at the second hand on my watch. Keeping an eye on her eyes, and keeping an eye on my watch.

Thirty seconds... Damn.

Still... no eye contact and she was still quivering and writhing on the bed. 35 seconds... 40 seconds...

"Ho---ly Fuck," she wailed, drawing out her first word. I looked at my watch...

44 seconds.

Damn.

Heaving for oxygen, Cressida turned to me on her side... her eyes met mine...

"You're not finished, are you?" she offered, with a gasp for air.

"I'm not. But it won't be much longer if you keep fucking me the way you do."

"Yeah? I'm thinking... you're the one fucking me," she wheezed. "You're fantastic."

"When you cum, your pussy wants to pull the cum out of me. You're tight when you cum. I've fought off the urge so far, but I'm thinking I can't hold out much longer."

"Then, don't," she hissed. "I want you to fuck me out. Get me pregnant on the first try." She snipped her last word.

"OK," I growled. "Roll over onto your tummy. I'm going to fuck you out, Your Royal Highness."

I flipped Cressida over in a flash... she squeaked out a happy, surprised squeak. I pushed her legs together, straddled her thighs on my knees, pointed my needy dick at her shaved pussy, pushed forward, and... she wailed out a wail, as my dick glided through the full length of her pussy.

As I hovered above her back.... I put one hand on her lower back, and my other hand on the side of her face...

"OH, YEAH BABY! FUCK ME!"

With all my leverage on both my hands, I pressed the five-eight, blue-eyed, brunette princess into the mattress, and began the first of my rhythmic thrusts. Arcing my back and hips... In no time, my pubis was impacting the full, feminine ass of my client with a crack... echoing throughout the beach house.

Also, in no time... the beast, again... did battle with me. It couldn't have been more than 20, or 30 seconds, of pounding royal pussy, and Cressida was in another full blown orgasm.

And the beast responded.

He knocked me out. Tunnel vison appeared. My best efforts, I continued to fuck Cressida, as the beast took hold of my balls, and...

"DAMN!" I roared. "HOLY FUCK!"

My body tensed. I felt my back arch. I managed to continue my thrusts, but with a much slower pace. My mind was swimming in exquisite euphoria. My body tingled. I saw my tanned hands against the milky flesh of my lover. I was wailing out disgusting noises as I felt my cum splash against the sides of hot pussy. I lost all sense of time, as I rolled off my sexy client and fell onto my back. Almost a minute later...

Cressida flipped onto her side...

"Oh!" she squeaked. "I spilt some."

I managed to turn my head to see Cressida lick the sheet and a long, creamy strand of our mutual cum entered her mouth from the sheet.

"Mmm," she hummed, as she fingered the sticky cum from her chin and lips, into her mouth. Then, she lay against me... half on my side, as she nuzzled me with her lips and nose. Her sexy British accent... in a whisper...

"I'm not a princess, Mark. I'm a duchess."

"I think I knew that from your dossier."

"Then, you shouldn't address me as... 'Your Royal Highness.'"

"I'm just a Texan, Cressida. The only royalty we have in Texas, is the King Ranch in south Texas. Did you really think I knew British royalty that well?" I chuckled. She laughed, too. Snuggling into my side. Pawing my chest hair. Pressing her gorgeous tits into my side.

"I can feel you inside me, Mark. I just know I'm going to be pregnant when I leave here."

"Let's go and shower. Then, I want to see you in that sexy bikini I saw in your closet. We'll walk along the beach. I hear the northwest beaches of Florida are the best in the state."

"Hmm, OK. But, I'm gonna have to wear a liner in my bottoms. I'm going to be leaking your cum for the next two days."

While on the beach, walking hand in hand. Cressida wearing a huge hat and huge sunglasses. Her sexy bikini and a see through, and flowing, coverup. She told me, she didn't want to risk being seen in public, without her husband.

I sensed she was going to tell me why her husband couldn't give her a baby, so I was prepared to cut her off. And... I was right...

"Mark... Mitchell can't..."

"Stop right there, Cressida," I snapped. "I don't want to know. And, you're not allowed to tell me, either. We both signed contracts."

"I know," she whimpered, as she began to weep and choke on her words. "It's cruel, you know." I took her into my arms and held her close. Her well supported, bikini covered tits pressed into my chest. Her arms around my back, as I held her. Her cheek against my chest. Sand between our toes. The waves crashing into the beach with little violence.

"It's cruel because, I can't confide with anyone," she sniffled. "Not even my parents. It... it isn't allowed... Socially, where I'm from."

"Look at me, Lover."

She looked at me... tears soaking her eyes. "I know the one person you can talk to, and your secret will always be secure."

"Who?" she sniffled.

"Joan... With New Horizons. You know her, right?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. That woman can make the moon dance around the sun. She can do anything and has a good ear. If you want, I'll call her, and let you talk with her."

"OK.... Thank you," she sniffled. She kissed me... there on the beach. I returned her kiss.

Thirty minutes later, we were in the shower again. Washing off the wind blown salt water and sand from our feet. Then... I called Joan. Briefly explaining the situation and I handed my phone off to Cressida.

I then went into the kitchen, where a pretty young woman greeted me and asked if I needed anything. For about 30 minutes, I had 4 ounces of a protein drink, three slices of roast beef, grapes, watermelon, celery sticks, one slice of whole wheat toast... with butter... sparkling water with a tiny bit of lemon juice. Then...

Cressida entered the kitchen with a happy smile on her lips...

"Joan is flying me to Houston after you get me pregnant," she joked. "You were right. Joan has a sympathetic ear. I like her already and I can't wait to meet her."

"Can't wait to meet her,"

I slurred, in my thoughts with disgust.

Fuck... I haven't met Joan.

I sat there watching Cressida dine on a few snacks of fruit, raw vegetables, and boiled egg with toast. She had changed into another bikini that enhanced her wide hips and full ass. Her fantastic tits well supported with an underwire bikini top... with a very nice cleavage. Her cleavage... I hiss in my thoughts. The dark blue color of the bikini highlighted her milky white skin, dark hair, and blue eyes.

My lover is not a big woman, but she isn't little either. Five-eight... 135... maybe 140. I would describe her build as very feminine, all woman, and her skin is fluffy, yet toned. No ribs, or other bones are visible. A very nice ass. And I mean... a very... nice... ass. I love getting my hands on her ass. And before I'm done, I'm gonna kiss it... lick it... suck it... and bite it. Wide hips and a defined waist. And... 24 years old. Her husband... 33 years old.

And... after lunch...

Cressida was a first for me.

She has this clit.

I mean, a clit I had never experienced before. It was the biggest clit I had ever seen. If it were any bigger, I could call it an appendage.

When aroused, that thing stood tall. Along with... Her clitoral hood, a good quarter, to one third of an inch above her pussy slit. It was like a tiny dick. I have never seen a clit so swollen. So swollen, I could take my thumb and forefinger and jack it off, like my own dick.

And, Cressida responded... when I did jack off her swollen clit.

"OhFuckYeah!" she wheezed... "Keep doing that," she growled, as she partially leaned against the headboard.

So... I jacked her swollen clitoral hood with my fingers, as I sucked the huge nub into my mouth, and teased it with my tongue. She howled so loud... I was certain the paint would peel from the walls. Her titties wobbling on her chest as she pressed her clit and pussy against my face. Her fingers teasing her pink nipples... Fuck.

My cock swelled to its full arousal at the ovulating aroma coming from her pussy. I feared I would lose my mind.

Sliding my lips and tongue down the left side of her labia... teasing her pussy entrance with my tongue... teasing her perineum with kissing, sucking, and licking... sliding my mouth up the right side of her labia, and latching onto the needy, and big nub of her clit.

"Oh, Fuck," she slurred, to the ceiling of the bedroom, while aggressively pulling her nipples with her fingers. Humping her pussy at my mouth. "You're so fucking good, Mitch."

Mitch.

I had gotten used to it.

I wasn't offended. Nearly every encounter since I began working for New Horizons, I was called by another name. Nearly every time... a husband's name. And... I found out early in my baby making career, I had the same dark hair and dark eyes as the husband of many of my clients. Sometimes, I didn't. I had several clients whose husband was sandy blonde. Or redheaded. Or... blue or hazel eyes.

After ten minutes of pussy licking, I gave Cressida's clit a flick of my tongue, while under suction from my lips, and...

She clamped her legs against the sides of my head, nearly suffocating me. A microsecond later... growling deep in her throat... she began the body consuming quiver, I witnessed earlier in the day. Her growls evolved into muted whimpering from her lips and throat. I managed to extricate myself from her legs and stand over her on my knees. She rolled onto her side... into a fetal position... still whimpering and quivering out her orgasm.

It was beautiful to see Cressida in such a state. Fully consumed by her orgasm... Allowing it to happen to herself and not fighting it.

I quickly got in behind her. Forming spoons. On my right side, I put my right arm around her and palmed her left breast... pulling her into my chest. My chest against her back... my pubis against her butt, I lifted her left leg, and managed to put my fat cock into her sloppy pussy. Pushing myself forward with thrusts...

"YES-SSS!... OHGAWD! YES!"

On our right sides, I fucked her from behind. Thrusting the full length of my cock into her accepting, slick, tight, and hot pussy. We both made lame attempts to kiss one another, but her body was responding to my cock... resulting in whines, whimpers, groans, and moans from her lips. Mini orgasms kicking around inside her. Her eyes rolling back and remaining there. Quivering in her legs. Muted expletives from her lips.

Every minute, or so, she seized into a powerful orgasm in my arms, with an announcing staccato squeal... "I'm cumming again!"... following by violent quivering in my arms, and aggressive, ragged breathing when her orgasm subsided...

"It feels so fucking good, Mark. I don't want it to stop," she pleaded, with strangled breaths. Three orgasms later...

I stood on my knees, rolled her onto her back, parted her legs, inserted my dick in her pussy, fell forward into her waiting arms, placed my chest against her chest, wrapped my arms and hands on the top of her head, and...

Fucked her.

With rhythmic thrusts. I kissed her... Hard... Aggressively.

Her arm around my shoulder and holding the back of my neck. Her other arm around my back from beneath my arm. Our kiss didn't last long... mumbles from her lips in response to her body. Staccato squeaks into my neck.

"You're so big," she wheezed into my ear.

Continuing my rhythmic thrusts... She began squealing... "YES! YES! YES!"... repeatedly, into my neck... her forehead into my shoulder... her arms and hands in a tight squeeze... Stiffening beneath me... her pussy choked my dick, and... her strangled plea... in a crescendo...

"Keep fucking me!...... keep fucking me!... OhMyGod, OhMyGod, I'm..."

Cressida wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles on my lower back, and squeezed me. My thrusts became burdensome because of it. Quivering violently beneath me. I focused. Because... the beast was aroused. I wanted at least two more orgasms from Cressida before I had my own release.

Hyper focusing, I managed to get those two orgasms from my royal lover. Then...

"I'm gonna cum," I croaked.

"Yes!... Yes!... Yes!" was her reply, with gagged interruptions between her words.

Then... I did cum.

I lost my mind. My body tingled uncontrollably with my sticky white cum leaving my tiny slit in contractions of my pelvis.

"Holy fuck," I croaked, as I fell over to the side of my quaking lover.

Again, Cressida rolled away from me into a fetal position and allowed her orgasm to subside. Again... a long orgasm. After she regained her sanity...

"Holy fuck," she whimpered, in exhaustion. "I have half a mind to divorce my husband and move to America. To be with you." I lay there watching Cressida on her back. Her chest heaving for oxygen and her titties rolling on her chest. Fuck. The sight of her titties driving me insane.

"Your cock is too good, Lover," she managed to offer, through exhausted breath. On my back... facing the ceiling... nearly recovered from my release...

"You're amazing, Cressida. Wow."

I turned my head toward her. I saw her eyes roll back and she quivered gently beside me... for just a few seconds... Her hands caressing her pussy and her left tit.

"Amazing," she whispered... "Yes... very amazing."

Two days later...

Right there on the tarmac of the airport, I kissed my British lover, good-bye. A fantastic kiss, by the way. Then, our embrace broken, she pushed a thick envelope into my hand...

"Well worth it, Lover," she whispered, with a smile... she turned for the FBO at Montgomery County Executive Airport. What an ass in that tight skirt. Damn.

"I enjoyed ever second, Cressida. And, thank you." She waved her hand without turning around.

When she disappeared into the FBO, I boarded the private jet to Olathe, Kansas.

Ten days later....

*****

I rejoiced and smiled.

Releasing a medium sized cutthroat trout from my fingers. Watching the little creature swim swiftly for safety. I turned to look behind me and Mr. Yellowknife was casting from the bank. He looked toward me and waved. I returned the wave with mine.

I paused and looked around me. Nothing but absolute beauty. Snow capped mountains. Green alpine meadows. Clear water stream full of hungry cutthroat.

Relaxing. Hmm. Perfect.

I looked at my watch and my heart sank... A little bit. I dragged my ass out of that perfect stream and headed for Mr. Yellowknife's pickup truck.

This was my second trip to Montana. And, my client was late. Her flight interrupted due to poor weather in Atlanta. Late in the afternoon, her flight to Bozeman was scheduled to arrive after 6:00 pm local. Because of my client's delay... Joan called me very early this morning...

"Natisha began ovulating early for this month. It began night before last. That will make two days when she arrives later this evening. I've already spoken with Natisha, and she knows, the two of you won't have much time. So... get busy quickly."

I heard her laugh at her last comment.

"Got it. Drag her cute ass into the bedroom as soon as she steps inside the door. I can do that," I teased.

Natisha would be another first for me. She's African American. Her husband is white, and eerily... looks a lot like me. Sometimes, photographs can skew a person's real looks, but damn. If I didn't know any better, Natisha's husband could be a twin of mine. With a little gray on the temples.

And the photographs of Natisha?

Insanely hot.

A sports broadcaster with a major network. Dark brown skin with long, tight curls, permed hair. Her hair style is so her. It makes her look ever more exotic. Short in stature... five-one... and not that big with the tits, but enough to enjoy... and kiss... and suck. She looked on fire in her blaze orange bikini I found in her dossier. Toned body.

Exotic and feminine facial features. Dark eyebrows. Black eyes. Full, sexy lips. I can't wait to meet her.

Showered, shaved, and dressed for work in lounge pants and a t-shirt, I received a phone call from the driver, twenty minutes ago. Natisha should arrive any moment. It was dark outside. And...

I heard the Jeep on the gravel drive. Two doors slam. And...

"Oh my God," I mumbled in my throat, as the sexy woman stepped through the door and side stepped the driver carrying her bags. She looked right at me with this electric, fantastic smile.

"Hello," she called from across the room. "You have to be Mark."

"I am, Natisha," I replied, as I made a quick step toward her. More gorgeous than her photographs. Too fuckin' bad she's married. I would like to be her husband.

As I neared, she took her finger and waved it at me like a magic wand...

"You are fuckin' hot, Mister. I think I married the wrong man."

It was then, the driver left through the front door... her bags just a few feet from the door.

I intended to take her hand in greeting, but she dropped her purse and held out both arms. Her off white, light weight sweater and black leggings showed off her hot, petite figure in just the right way. I stepped into her arms... a little awkward, considering our great height difference.

Her arms around my neck and standing on the tips of her toes... her whisper...

"I spoke with no fewer than six of your past clients, Mark. They tell me you kiss like no other. They melted in your arms. So... heat me up, big boy."

"For you, Natisha... anything you want."

For nearly a minute, we gently dueled each other in our kiss. Her lips... soft and light. Her soft tongue gently exploring me. Her tiny fingers interlaced in my long hair.

She broke our kiss... "Oh, boy," she wheezed. "So hot, Mister Mark. Those girls weren't lying. You're gonna have to tell me how you kiss like that, later. But... We have a baby to make, and not much time to do it, right?"

I snatched her up and cradled her in my arms. She squeaked in delight as she put her arms around my neck. Her fantastic smile reached into my soul. She weighed not much more than a feather. I turned and headed toward the bedroom. As I walked... her slurs...

"Your eyes are so dark and sexy." And... "You have hair any woman would kill for."

I set Natisha on the floor beside the bed and...