It was like this every month, you made me wait for days before you became fertile, teasing me for hours on end until your body was ready to breed. We knew it was risky, but at this point neither of us cared, you could already be pregnant for all we know. But on this day I knew I'd be coming home to you and would be granted my release. I rushed home, my balls aching, my sack hanging heavily between my legs. It bounced off of my legs as I power walk up the driveway, reminding me with every step my task for this evening. For the last few days you had tortured me, forcing me to stand as you edge my swollen cock, some days you would blindfold me, others you would bind my hands. You found that when you allowed me to finally cum I would repay your dominance almost threefold and you relished the feeling of being brutally fucked senseless, to you it was like an investment.
On my way to the door I recall the cruelty I have endured over the last 48 hours, your oily hands that brushed over my aching prick, barely stimulating me as you fill my balls with your prize, storing load after load so that when I am finally given the chance I will flood your womb with my potent seed. This image drives me as I practically break down the door, my prey can no longer hide and judging by the smell in the air you've been craving this for hours now. As I rush up the stairs to our bed the aroma grows stronger, the familiar scent of heat and passion filling my nostrils and fogging my mind with a single purpose. As soon as you come into view your deviance is evident, sitting spread eagle at the head of the bed your eyes misted with lust as you toy with yourself, your fertile cunt swollen and pink, dripping with your juices.
I can only imagine the things that have crossed your mind to create such a mess, your slutty hole leaking it's creamy nectar staining the sheets beneath you as you rub your engorged button in anticipation of being inseminated by me. You stare me down as I walk towards you, I take in the sight, your wide hips perfect for birthing my children, your ample breasts jumping and bouncing between your arms as you flick back and forth. Your frustration mounts as time goes on and you no longer orgasm from this alone, you need to be filled with cum, that and only that can bring you satisfaction now. Your face is flushed, your long blonde hair a mess, strands fall this way and that, the shining mane stretching down your back, begging to be pulled. I stand at the foot of the bed, my business wear growing tighter by the second, each breath nearly choking me as my chest rises in the slim fit button down. The snaking bulge in my trousers travels further down my thigh, you watch as I undo my necktie, tossing it aside before undoing each fastening that now traps me within this professional look.
Opening my shirt slowly I reveal my firm chest, my lean body comes to a point in my hips where my belt now imprisons your tool. I throw down the business and begin to let loose the animal, as my belt tinkles undone you squirm, your rising heat spreading as you know you are now seconds away from receiving my cock. I slide down my bottoms, kicking off my shoes and slipping off my socks until I am naked save for a pair of jet black briefs. They bulge around my swelling member, my full sack stretching the limits of their support as the burning in my groin turns me into a primal man once again.
