Awaening

"This feels so good," I moan dreamily. Just awakening from sleep. He lays behind me, his arms around me. I'm wrapped in his tight embrace as he pulls me against his chest. I feel hot. His fingers are playing with my breasts, while he is nuzzling at my neck. Shivers run down my spine. I wonder for how long he is already playing with me. When did I get naked. But it feels too good. I don't really care.

It feels great. "I give you two hours to stop this," I say, as i nestle deeper into his embrace.

"You are so warm, so hot," he moans throatily into my ear.

I feel his deep voice in my stomach. One of his hands is leaving spots of tingling hotness everywhere while moving down my body. I know what he wants. He wants to use me again, relieve himself, use me like a little slut, until I'm whimpering in lust. Giving him everything he needs. This is about his lust not love. But it feels too good to care, right now.

Just a bit longer.

He is grabbing me harder, kneading my left breast with wanton desire.

I'm so turned on right now. "Please," I moan as he is rolling my hardening left nipple between his fingers.

Blood is rushing through my body. I'm sure that my upper body is already flushed red as I get more and more turned on.

I'm no different than any other woman and always so easily arousable in the middle of my cycle. Ready and on a hair trigger, I want it. So much. I'm sure that he knows, that he feels how malleable I'm right now for his desires.

"This feels so good, but please, we can't. Not today," I beg.

He bites my neck, almost in a nice way. I know that he is reminding me of his strength and power. Marking me. I'm his now. He owns me, every pleasure, every moment, everything. I must do something but it might already be to late.

"Please," I moan.

It's a dangerous day and I really don't want to get pregnant. Got some life to live before that.

But it feels so good. I feel so good.

He is mauling my breast even harder now, tightening his grip. I can feel him hardening to substantial size behind me.

There is no way he is going to stop anymore,

I think to myself.

His right hand wanders down between my legs. He knows that I'm his to enjoy, he can just take what he wants. He is slowly parting my pussy lips.

I'm so wet.

He dips into me with a finger, slowly, methodically, just a bit. Up and down.

"Mhhmm," I moan, as I feel myself opening up to his finger. So much pleasure, at my fingertips. Just a word. Just a little deeper, more.

I want it...No, no, this is too much, not today,...

I think as my sanity tries to kick in.

I feel his finger sliding out of me. Everything so deliberately, agonizingly slow. I'm basking in the current of pleasure. I feel so hot, wanted, erotic.

His finger, thoroughly wetted, rubs over my clit.

Pleasure shoots through me. "Ahhhh," I moan louder. That's it.

More, I need more!

Again, just a short touch, just to provoke this short, sweet current of lust coursing through my body. I feel it everywhere, my nipples are hot nubs of steel now, I breath harder, flushed red everywhere. My head tilted back. And again he rubs my little pleasure button. And again.

There is no erotic pretense anymore, now. He is using my juices to rub the hell out of my clit. And I enjoy every second of it. Every rub and every stroke. This is almost too much. Almost painfully hot. Fire is now running through me. I really want him deep inside me. Need him.

Too dangerous. Stop. This. Now!

My left over rational consciousness screams at me and is so very easily drowned in the pleasure he gives me.

"Please, I need it. Anything you want, but with protection." I beg anxiously. Can I trust him? I feel so horny.

"Not enough," he growls in to my ear. "Your pussy feels better without. I need to cum and the rest is your problem."

He strums my clit into painful hardness. Spreading my wetness over my sensitive nub, while keeping the pressure and speed high. He is just stripping me of my free will. The pleasures, that he forces onto me, are burning my rational thoughts away.

"Be an obedient little slut and beg," he commands.

I'm helpless as his dominant voice echoes in my head. The pleasures erase all remnants of resistance. "I'm yours. Please take me and do what you want," I surrender.

He plays with my body some more until he cannot take it anymore himself and just turns me on my back. His primal needs in command over my body. He spreads my legs and pushes them back. My glistening wetness lays open, swollen, red and ready before him.

Too dangerous. Stop. No condom, no protection. I have to do something,

My last working brain cells at their last stand.

"Please, use pr#Hnnnggghh...," My begging is cut off as he slams himself into me - up to my stomach. My brain just shuts off. My pussy is so deliciously stretched. Helplessly wet and so full. My nerves are in overload. My body enjoys every moment. My lips are stretched tight around him as my inner walls massage every inch of him.

"Nooo," I even moan, as he pulls himself out of me, leaving nothing but randy emptiness until he just slams back into my core. Harder than the first time.

He is using me so good.

And again. I get fucked. Finally.

My rampant lust got me under a dick, again. So hard, so big and slamming into me. His to enjoy. He can just use me like that. I'm just his pussy right now.

Do what you need.

His dick is stretching me out so nicely. Every nook and cranny is filled by his cock. He is mounting me like an animal. Thrusting into me, again and again.

He is using me so good.

Every time he pulls himself out of me, giving my pussy an unwanted chance for rest, half of my mind screams in unbridled desire and the other in fear.

That's it, you know it,

my now split personality chides me,

I need it

.

And again every thought is washed away as he pushes this ramrod of a cock into me. I'm sure that all of him is finally in me. At least I hope that there is no more dick left, as there is no more void in me to fill. He is slamming into my cervix. Leaving my womb ache for his release. This is bad, and at least a bit sobering.

"Please, you have to pull out," I begin to tell him, while he is enjoying every inch of my tight pussy.

I'm being fucked so well,

I think on every blissful thrust into me.

I look into his face, with pleading eyes and I see just unquenchable lust. He is satisfying his urges with my fertile cunt. I can see and feel it in every delectable strike at my pussy and cervix. He is were he intended to be from the get-go.

Get him off

, my mind screams and I snicker at my own thoughts,

I'm sure, that's what's going to happen.

Nonetheless, I try to push him away, but he is having none of it.

Not even if using a sledgehammer,

I think.

"You are mine until I'm done," he states. His dark voice makes abundantly clear what is expected of me. I'm going to take him until he is satisfied.

He holds me down on the bed. His cock is fucking his cunt. Deep and relentless. Again and again. His hand on my pushed back legs. There is no chance to get him out of me. Nothing will stand between him and his target. And it feels so good.

My whole body is screaming for release. My mind is just flooded with pleasure and fear. He is just fucking my brains out and I love it.

I'm so stupid,

I think as my clit, pussy, cervix, tits and finally my whole body happily surrender. My world shatters as I cum. My pussy is clenching on his cock as all my muscles are contracting. I can see myself under him begging him to cum in me. A horny little slut ready to be impregnated. Urging him on with every fiber of her hot, fertile body.

I can only think about how deliciously great it must feel for his cock to be held tight by my pussy and being massaged. How every cramp of my muscles just coax him to cum. A highly fertile wet to the max pussy is begging for his seed.

Great work, little slut. You are so fucked,

I chide myself while thinking about my own breeding.

And finally he does. I'm pushing him over the edge with my pussy clamping hard on his dick.

"Nooooo," I scream, as he roars above me.

He is slamming himself into me with a final thrust. I feel every spurt and shot of his virile seed onto my cervix. I feel him pumping his baby makers into me. Pumping me full with his cum.

I endure my deliciously grim insemination.

Impregnated, just because my pussy feels better than a rubber,

I think.

I feel so fucked and taken. Every ounce of seed in me. Filled to the brim. My muscles are still milking his cock. He is balls deep in me, his cock expanding with every shot.

And my body is doing everything it can to assist this great dick in my impregnation. I can feel my cervix sucking up his seed, with every wave of my orgasm. Slurping at his baby batter. I sense every little tadpole on the way to my egg. Time dilates while every moment of my insemination is burned into my mind.

Seconds feel like hours while he holds me tight. He is making sure, that his pleasure is not impeded by me.

Finally, I feel the last dribbles of cum dripping into me, as he pulls almost out. With his last motions he is jacking his cock and the last remnants of his sperm into me, before he just leaves me alone, well used.

I lay there drained and satisfied, while pondering my future. My pussy is dripping his cum onto the sheets. At least a good way to wake up.