Mating Rights College Recruiter

All characters are over eighteen. This is set in an alternate version of society where it is socially acceptable for a woman to offer mating rights in exchange for something of value. If you don't like this, please leave now.

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"Hey, Mom," my son greeted me when he arrived home from school.

"Hey, sweetie," I replied. "Are you ready for tonight?"

"Yeah. Let me just change my shirt and I'll get started on homework."

Adrian headed upstairs while I returned to preparing dinner. My oldest son was in his final year of high school and quite the football player. After making it to the state finals last year, he'd received an offer for a scholarship from the university he was hoping to attend. The recruiter would be visiting our house to interview him and watch the school game. I knew how badly Adrian wanted the scholarship, and I was determined to do everything I could to help him.

Right on time, we heard a car park out on the street. Moments later, my son met our visitor at the door.

"Hi. You must be Mr. Rogers."

One look at the man my son was shaking hands with and I knew why he was a football coach. Almost a foot taller than me, he was a solid mountain of muscle who looked to be about ten years older than me. He appeared surprisingly professional thanks to his tie and dress shirt, especially since he didn't have any hair.

Despite his domineering build, he had a genuine smile on his face as my son displayed no signs of being intimidated. I could only imagine how many other candidates had been caught off guard the moment they met him. Hopefully, that was an early point in Adrian's favor.

"Hello," he said when it came time to greet me. "My name is Robby. I'll be interviewing your son tonight."

I nodded, introduced myself as Misty, and showed him to the table. While I stayed around for his introduction and the portions that required me, I spent more time attending to other business while he focused on my son. Part of it was that I didn't want Adrian to feel pressured by having me nearby, especially since he'd proven he could hold his own. The other was that I needed some distance for the sake of my sanity.

From the moment Mr. Rogers walked in the door, our chemistry was off the charts. He kept his expression unreadable, but the whole room felt like it was filled with electricity to me. I'd never been interested in men because of their looks when I was a teenager, but just being next to the college recruiter made me feel more like an animal than a mother.

My younger son stayed home while the rest of us drove to the game. Adrian left to join his teammates while Robby and I found seats in the jam-packed stadium. He silently observed every detail of the game while I joined the rest of the parents in cheering. I'd been a bit of a challenge-seeker myself when I was younger, and I was happy my son wanted to pursue that route with his life.

Only once did I make eye contact with Robby. During one particularly wild and deafening roar we all got caught up in, our hands brushed. As I looked into his icy-blue irises, I realized he felt our chemistry as keenly as I did. He kept it carefully controlled, but he wanted to rip my clothes off as badly as I did.

It only lasted for a split second before our attention was drawn back to the game, but it made me feel better to know I wasn't imagining things. Actually, it made me wonder if there might be a way to use it.

My son's team ended up winning. It was well after dark by the time we returned home. After a few final questions that I could tell were a test of how alert he was even when exhausted, Adrian shook hands with Mr. Rogers and left for a quick shower before retiring to his room. I asked if he'd like a drink while he discussed some things with me, which he accepted.

About ten minutes after both my boys were in bed, Mr. Rogers shook my hand. "It was nice meeting you, Misty. I think your son did a great job. I'll try to let you know our decision within a few weeks."

"Thanks," I said. "But would you mind if I asked you a pointed question?"

"Go ahead," he agreed.

"Is this purely merit-based, or is it part personal preference?"

He laughed and answered, "Yeah, we have pretty high standards for what finalists have to meet, but much of the final decision comes down to who me and my colleagues like."

"Good," I smirked. "That means I can bribe you and not feel guilty."

"I suppose you could. What did you have in mind?"

"Mating rights."

For the first time, Mr. Rogers looked surprised. "Really?"

I nodded. "I'm not the first mom to offer mating rights to help her son, and I won't be the last. As long as you think it's okay, I'm willing to do whatever I can to help him."

It only took him a moment to consider it. I could see real heat in his eyes as he leaned forward until our heads were almost touching. "I can't one-hundred-percent promise it, but I've never had a candidate that I pushed for be rejected. Is that good enough for you?"

It was. Even if Robby was already planning on recommending my son, having a strong ally on his behalf was the sort of thing that could tip the odds in his favor. I nodded again.

Robby's hand shot past me, pressing my neck so he could pull me in for a deep kiss. Within seconds, we were making out like a pair of teenagers instead of responsible adults. The thought of how embarrassed my sons would be if they saw us surfaced in the back of my mind, but it was silenced the moment I took the initiative and pushed my tongue into his mouth and began Frenching him.

I loved the faint traces of alcohol I could taste from our earlier drinks, but most of all, I loved the feeling of being so fucking alive. My heavy breathing and wet pussy reinforced how long it had been since my sons' needs had aligned with my own. I could moan into my lover's mouth, explore his toned biceps and impenetrable shoulder blades, and press myself against him so his hands could travel across my sides and not feel remorse since I was doing it for my Adrian's sake.

Grabbing my sweater from the game, I lifted it off and exposed the white undershirt beneath it. He made an appreciative sound before giving me another kiss. "Where's your bedroom?"

"Upstairs. Only bedroom on the left."

I suppressed a giggle as Robby hoisted me over his shoulder and carried me like I was nothing more than a bag of leaves. My sons' rooms were on the other end of the hall. We had some margin for noise, but not a lot.

The risk of my kids hearing me screaming like a slut was, far from being a splash of cold water to the face, an injection of raw heat directly into my pussy. I was doing exactly what they'd do: try to keep the volume down while sneaking in a good lay. Completely ordinary.

Robby lowered me onto the bed, breaking my fall just enough to prevent a loud crash while still knocking the wind out of me. He used my temporary incapacitation to lock the door before returning to cover me with his body while we pressed our lips together, this time with me pulling that attractive head of his down to meet me.

I pushed myself up only so I could remove my shirt. His eyes brightened with desire as I reached behind and unhooked my bra, exposing my tits. They were full and round and I could immediately tell he appreciated them.

"Fuck," he whispered.

"Thanks," I said. "Why don't you return the favor?"

He did so, unbuttoning his white dress shirt to reveal a toned body that made me lick my lips in anticipation. Robby was more than just fucking hot. He exuded an aura of power and confidence like no other lover I'd ever been with. It made my panties hopelessly soaked at the same time it made me feel so small beneath a mountain of muscle.

Robby leaned over and kissed me again before moving to unbutton my jeans. The moment they were off, he ripped the thong I was wearing like it was nothing more than string. Tossing it aside, my older lover knelt between my legs and pressed his mouth against my lips. I had to cover myself with my hands to hold back a shriek as he began eating my pussy like a pro.

It seemed like seconds before I lost the capacity for rational thought. I could only conclude Robby must've had some form of military experience because he assaulted my pussy with a precision I hadn't known was possible.

"That's it, baby," I hissed as he tore through my defenses like a bullet through paper. "Fuck me with that amazing tongue of yours!"

His deep jabs and sideways lashes of my folds had me whimpering in no time, but once I was primed and ready, he really brought in the calvary. My arms flailed wildly, searching for something to grab onto in total blindness. At the last moment, I found the pillow I'd been searching for and smothered myself as I screamed in euphoria.

My legs tightened around him as he made me cum. I slumped on my back and tried to recover my breathing, eager to return the favor.

The sound of Robby unzipping his own pants brought me back to Earth. When I pushed myself up, I got a surprise that made me giggle in delight.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

Robby had the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Seeing its length and girth and knowing it was hard because of me hit me harder than the wine and raised my spirits immensely.

"This is huge," I whispered as I reached out to hold it. "Would you like me to suck it?"

Robby nodded. Gripping it with both hands, I jerked his shaft several times before using my tongue. Just licking the sides reminded me of how much of a struggle it would be to take the whole thing, but hell if that was going to prevent me from trying. After a few final licks, I pressed him into my mouth.

His sheer size was immediately apparent as I could barely take an inch or two past his massive head. I felt fairly sure most women would've been proud to take just that and call it a day, but I wasn't most women. Thanks to a combination of the same competitive spirit my son had inherited and my instinctual desire to please my lover, I pressed on.

It took multiple efforts before I managed to press down enough to slide half of his cock into my hot mouth. That alone made me gag, but it was Robby's turn to hold back a moan as I continued to work his cock. His hands rested limply on my hair as I bobbed up and down.

"Oh, fuck, baby!" he panted. "I've never had anyone take so much of my cock before."

Any thoughts I had of surrendering vanished. Deeper and deeper, I plunged. I could feel my face turning red, and I was gagging as I struggled to take Robby's huge cock, but I was making progress. I was going to deepthroat him, no matter what it took.

By the time I was down to the final inch, he'd pushed well past my mouth. My throat was trying to expel the unfamiliar intruder even as my brain was determined to swallow every inch, and with a final push, I succeeded. His entire cock buried itself in my neck. He was in so deep I could actually detect the faint vibrations of his pulse.

I coughed and gasped the moment I removed him from my windpipe, but I was satisfied. So was he, as he pulled my still-stretched lips in for another kiss.

"Sweet Jesus," he whispered, looking at me with genuine respect. "I've never had anyone take the whole thing before."

I grinned. Jerking his cock, I asked. "Do you want to stick this cock in me?"

"I want to fuck you so bad," he confirmed huskily.

Crawling backward, I maneuvered myself so I was lying on my back. Spreading my legs, I gave him permission. He moved into position, guiding his cock to my entrance and nestling it between my lips. I shuddered as I realized the time had come to take it for real.

"Then do it!" I demanded.

With surgical precision, he pushed and entered my pussy for the first time. I clenched my eyes and teeth as I felt my womanhood stretching to accommodate my new lover, something it had never done before. In a single stroke, he settled inside me and waited for my depths to adjust to him.

It felt better than I thought it would. I was taking a massive cock like a slut, and I fucking loved it. Reading my expression, Robby began to move. Slowly at first, he quickly found his pace. My bed, thankfully, didn't creak, so he was able to pound me hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs. Even then, I could tell this was only a fraction of the power he would've used if we were alone. I shuddered to think what he was really capable of.

Sweat dripped off his forehead as he banged my cunt at a record pace. As his lust-filled gaze met mine, I could see he hadn't forgotten our mission any more than I had. The deal was that he fill my pussy and give me my third child, and I intended to do just that. Even with my legs planted on his shoulders and my back bent into a position more suitable for a woman half my age, I urged him on.

"I can see why you're a coach," I complimented. "Do you always fuck slutty moms when you go to students' houses?"

"Maybe I would if there were any I actually wanted," he panted while he continued to hammer away at the entrance to my womb. "This is the first MILF pussy I've actually wanted to fuck."

I smirked. "So you don't feel bad about being bribed?"

"For mating rights with you? Not in the slightest," he returned my smile. "I intend to make the most of this pussy and knock you up."

He wasn't doing a bad job. His pistoning cock was touching all my most sensitive spots. Every plunge and withdrawal rubbed my already stretched walls, greatly amplifying my pleasure. Pinned underneath a man who could've broken me like a matchstick if he wanted, I felt more alive than I had in years.

The more I relaxed, the harder he fucked me. All I could do was lay limp on my own bed as he scrambled my systems with his insistent pounding. My heavy panting mixed with his as he continued to ravish me. My body was unprepared for a man of his caliber, and it left me unable to resist my rapidly mounting orgasm.

My toes curled as he continued to lean over me with my legs for support, putting considerable pressure on me and allowing me to feel the heat of his body as he continued his nonstop pummeling of my cunt. He was marking me as his territory, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

I bit my lip and rolled my eyes as he pushed me to the point of sensory overload. The heat of his body. The sight of his thick cock stretching my pussy lips. The feeling of being bent in half by his considerable weight. The sweat dripping off my face. My heaving lungs as they struggled to meet the demands of our activity. It was all too much, and Robby sealed the deal by whispering in my ear, "Are you gonna cum?"

"Yes!" I whined needily.

"Then cum, Misty," he ordered. "Cum for me like a slutty mom!"

I complied. Barely managing to grab the pillow again, my eyes registered nothing but white as I exploded. I pulsed and quivered around his still-thrusting shaft, pinned in place by his hands and the electric current setting every nerve on fire.

When my vision cleared, the first thing I noticed was that he was smiling. It wasn't cocky or arrogant; he just enjoyed making me cum and seeing it for himself, and he would've gladly done it again if he could. Sadly, his rapidly swelling cock made it clear he wouldn't last much longer.

He was pounding me harder than ever with his monstrous shaft as his pleasure deprived him of control. His only concern was burying himself in my tiny hole, and he lost any hint of a deliberate pace as he continued to dominate me in pursuit of that goal.

I felt him shift, and he moved my legs from his shoulders to gripping them with his hands without taking his weight off me. He used the wider gap to lean down and capture me in a long, passionate kiss.

His lips were as unyielding as his cock as he continued to give me the hardest fucking of my life. Feeling him hit a particularly deep and sensitive spot, I was reminded of his impending release and the consequences of it. I was off birth control, at the ideal time of my cycle for conception, and the thought that I could've stopped Robby was laughable. I'd given him mating rights, and it was too late to prevent him from fertilizing the egg waiting in my womb.

"You gonna cum, coach?" I teased.

"Yes," he groaned.

"Good," I purred. "That's exactly what I want. Fill me with that massive cock and put a mini-coach in me."

"Oh, Misty," he groaned, pushing himself upright.

"Do it, baby," I begged. "Fuck me. Cum in me. Knock me up with your baby!"

Robby tensed, and I could tell he was struggling not to shout as he hilted himself. I gasped in surprise as he planted himself against my cervix and allowed his instincts to take over. I could picture each pulse as his large cock filled my fertile womb with his cum.

He grunted and groaned as he strove to deliver every milliliter of seed he could muster. I watched his expression, delighted to witness his euphoria just as he'd witnessed mine. The flexing of his cock gradually slowed, and when his breathing became heavy and labored, I was sure he'd roll to the side and withdraw from me. Instead, he propped himself on his elbows and resumed making out with me.

There was little I could do but kiss him back, which I did. When it went on longer than I anticipated, I wrapped my legs around his back and reached up to lock my arms behind his neck, offering myself to the attractive man who'd almost certainly impregnated me.

"I enjoyed that immensely," I murmured satisfactorily.

"Me too," he panted, facing me while lying on his side. "You took my cock better than anyone I've ever met."

That was certainly an ego booster, and it made my smile widen considerably. "I'm so glad I was slutty enough to offer mating rights for my son's sake."

"I'm just glad you offered me mating rights at all," he told me. Hearing the wistfulness in his voice, I looked at my new lover more closely. "I'd honestly given up hope of having kids before tonight."

Robby reached out and began tenderly stroking my stomach. A silent way to convey the hope and gratitude he felt. Our eyes met, and I was nearly overwhelmed by the emotion I saw.

"This means a lot to me, Misty. I promise I'll help your son no matter what happens, but I really hope we succeeded tonight."

I gave him my warmest smile and placed my hand on top of his. "Me too, Robby."

"I know you joked about making a mini-coach, but I'm actually kind of hoping we have a daughter."

I fully concurred, which was why we spent the rest of the night making love. His huge cock delivered two more voluminous loads to my well-stretched pussy before he quietly snuck out, leaving me to play the role of normal mom and employee while I relished the feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of me all day, hoping that one of the countless seeds he'd planted in me was fertilizing me right that moment.

*****

After hugging Adrian and wishing him luck for the semester, I drove to a more residential area. Parking on the street, I found the house I was looking for and rang.

"Misty," Robby smiled. Glancing down, he added, "Hey, sweetie."

"Hey, daddy," my daughter greeted.

Robby and I had gotten our wish, as had Adrian. He'd received the scholarship, and the financial aid it provided was enough for me to afford raising another child. Every semester, I would drop Adrian off and spend the night at Robby's before my flight home.

"You guys hungry?" he asked once we were inside.

"Yes," I answered. "We haven't eaten anything but pretzels since before the flight."

"All right, why don't you guys settle in while I make lunch?"

With the three of us seated at the table, I had the rare opportunity to compare my son's teacher with my offspring. It was amazing how much the girl already looked like her father. She had my hair and some of my other features, but I could tell she was going to grow up to be a strong and athletic woman.