It was a big suite in a nice hotel, with a comfy bed, and Kathleen was on it, naked and on all fours. Ever since I'd told her how sexy I thought her ass was, she seemed almost desperately eager to get me to pay attention to it. When she visited me in the office of Spread the Seed, the church where I worked, she wore tight jeans or yoga pants that rode high up her ass, hugging her full curves. "Baby-makin' hips," as my boss and girlfriend, Dawn, put it. And it was my job to put a baby in her.
"You like it, don't you?" Kathleen said on the hotel bed, turning to look at me, encouraging me to fuck her from behind yet again. I stroked my cock as I prepared to enter her, though my cock truly did not need the extra attention. I was ready.
But let's rewind.
That was our second day in the hotel, the second of her most fertile days. Kathleen was 30. She and her husband, Jake, hadn't been members of Spread the Seed for very long, but both had grown up religious and knew how to engage with a church quickly---the choirs and fundraisers and community outreach events that are essential to a church's lifeblood. Kathleen was a teacher and loved kids; she helped with Sunday School as well. But she'd told Dawn that Jake would likely never get her pregnant, according to his doctor. Dawn seemed to have a knack for finding women in such dilemmas. And, again, she had a knack for suggesting that if a baby is what they truly wanted, I would be willing to accommodate.
At the get-to-know-you meeting between the four of us---me, Dawn, Jake, Kathleen---Kathleen sobbed as soon as she saw me. Jake just looked quiet, a bit defeated. It was up to Dawn to be persuasive and keep the energy up. Me, I suppose I just needed to look masculine, capable, and discreet. We sat in a circle, and Dawn took Kathleen's hand.
"It just feels like...like it's wrong," Kathleen whimpered, wiping her nose with a tissue. "Un-Christian."
"Sweetheart, what could be more Christian than creating more beautiful people like you?" Dawn cooed. "Look at you"---she gestured around Kathleen's curvy, hippy body, sexy even while she was in a despairing mood. "God wants more of your beauty in the world. We can't answer why you can't have the blessing of a child with Jake here---that's above
all
our pay grades, hon. But I do know that we can help."
Kathleen held Dawn's hand a little tighter, and Kathleen looked up at me.
"And you...you're OK with this?"
I thought about the last service I attended with Dawn a week prior. I still wouldn't call myself religious, but I liked Dawn's company and positive spirit. That Sunday, I looked across the pew and saw Jill, the first woman I'd gotten pregnant with Dawn's encouragement. She wasn't really showing yet, but she had that stereotypical glow about her. She caught my eye and mouthed the words "bless you" to me. But there was a hint of a wink in her eye, the erotic charge of the two of us having a secret.
I met Kathleen's eyes. "I can serve. I'm happy to help."
Kathleen looked at her husband. "Baby? Is this OK for you?"
Jake appeared ready to start sobbing himself. "It's for our family. Just...make it nice? Respectful? Not in our home. Someplace neutral, classy."
So we met at a downtown hotel on an early Friday afternoon. I was waiting in the lobby when Kathleen entered with a roller bag behind her. She was wearing a yellow sundress that looked both churchy and flirty---the hem was high, accentuating her thick thighs and full ass. When she saw me, she smiled, then nervously came up to me to give me a hug. She was trembling.
"This is scary," she said.
"One step at a time," I said.
When we finally got into the suite, she sat on the edge of the bed for a long time. I thought it best not to be pushy.
"So, can I tell you a secret?" she said.
"We're already a secret," I said, smiling. She smiled back.
"So Jake has certain...assumptions about me. One of them is that I'm not super-experienced. Like, I told him I fooled around a little at summer camp and stuff, but that I was a virgin when we married and all that."
"And...you're not."
Kathleen shook her head at me, a kittenish look in her eyes.
"I know how to do things. I...like things."
I said nothing.
"I miss fellatio.... Sucking cock."
"Sucking cock won't get you pregnant, Kathleen."
"I know, but I still miss it." Her eyes closed and her body relaxed a little, as if she were remembering an especially memorable cock she'd once sucked.
I moved a little closer to her. My thumb was hooked over my belt buckle.
"Do you want to suck my cock?" I said.
Her doe eyes looked up at me. She nodded.
"Then you should do that. But then we should get my cock in your pussy."
She nodded again.
"To put a baby in you."
She sighed softly. "Praise Jesus," she whispered, then began unbuckling me.
She was indeed expert at cocksucking, eagerly kissing and tonguing my cockhead and sucking deeply. Leaning forward on the bed while I stood, she caressed my tight balls while I ran my hands through her brown hair. The tighter I held her hair, the more she seemed to enjoy it, bobbing her head, subtly encouraging me to fuck her face.
After a few minutes of this I gently separated myself from her---any more of her attention that way and I'd wind up cumming in her mouth, or all over her face and sundress, defeating the purpose of my presence. Kathleen stood up quickly as soon as I did that, and she kissed me deeply. My hard cock pressed between her legs while I caressed her ass.
"Thank you," she whispered, kissing my neck. "Jake never lets me do that."
His loss
, I almost said, but I kept quiet. Instead, I guided her onto the bed, laying her back and tugging up her skirt. To my pleasant surprise, she wasn't wearing panties. Her bare pussy glistened in the soft light of the afternoon sun coming through the hotel drapes. I smiled at her. She smiled back.
I disrobed as quickly and gracefully as possible and climbed on the bed. We kissed, and I caressed her full tits. I could tell how hard her nipples were under the thin fabric of the sundress and the lacy bra underneath. I gently moved between her legs, ready to fill her.
"Ready?" I asked.
Kathleen bit her lip and nodded. "It's been forever."
I guided my cockhead against her pussy, gently grinding against her hard warm clit. "How long since Jake has fucked you?" I asked.
Kathleen whispered something---I thought she was gasping as my cockhead began to press against her pussy lips. "What was that?"
"Never."
"He's never...."
"Shhhhh," Kathleen said. "In me, Blake. In me."
She cried out when I filled her---half in passion, half in relief. I began fucking the busty churchgoing wife in earnest, and she took to it quickly, wrapping her legs tight around my hips. She moved her hips to take in as much of me as possible, as if she were cock-starved---which apparently she was. She began bucking harder and harder and I worked to keep up with her. As her body stiffened and she cried out in a loud orgasm, I let go, cumming deeply in her.
Kathleen held her legs tight around me for a long while---partly, of course, to ensure as much as possible that I'd impregnated her. But she also clung to me to not let the feeling go. We kissed like lovers as she worked to milk the last of my load out of my cock.
We kept fucking into the evening. She wanted to be sure I'd done the job I'd been recruited for. And when I commented on her ass, she encouraged me to fuck her from behind, even though that "wasn't optimal" for getting her pregnant. No matter. When I finished barebacking the Sunday School teacher from behind, cumming in her pussy, she moved onto her back, legs up, smiling at me. She encouraged me to get hard again by caressing her tits for me and sucking my cock. But I didn't need to rest much between fuck sessions. The prospect of fucking her was enough.
I was so enchanted by filling her pussy that I lost track of time, and we both realized it was getting late into the evening and we were both hungry. Kathleen had brought a bag with a change of clothes and everything she needed for the next day. I'd assumed I'd do my duty in the afternoon and head home. She was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, naked, splashing water on her face, when I walked up behind her to let her know I should be heading home.
But she smiled at me via the mirror, and her ass was irresistible. In short order I was grinding against her.
"Kathleen?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I should probably be heading home, don't you think?"
She was ratcheting her hips around me, making me harder. She looked at me in the mirror. "No baby," she whispered. And that was enough. I cupped her tits, kissed her neck, and soon enough we were back on the bed, fucking once more.
After, I texted Caitlin, who was probably expecting me at home.
Sorry I didn't txt earlier...staying at Dawn's tonite.
Dawn herself had texted me in the meantime, a few times.
I know you'll be great!
Everything ok?
Assuming you're busy....
She followed that with two splash emojis. I responded with five splash emojis. She responded with heart eyes.
Kathleen and I got room service. Her husband was paying. We ate and drank like royalty, told jokes, and kept kissing and touching, even though my cock was flagging. We fell asleep. The next morning my hardon was pressing against her thighs. She encouraged it, tugging it harder and kissing me deeply. She got on all fours that one last time and gave me that come-hither look. I was more aggressive with her that last time, tugging on her hair and punctuating my thrusts with spanks on her full, firm but jiggly ass. "Yesssss, Daddy.....fill me," she moaned, and I did. We collapsed together on the bed and made out for a while. I was certain I'd put a baby in Kathleen.
We cleaned up, gathered our things, made small talk. The room wasn't trashed, but it looked well-used---sticky rumpled sheets, stray pillows on the floor, a tray piled with the remnants of our room-service meal. Kathleen, by contrast, looked charmingly well put-together, in blue dress slacks and a white blouse that made her look very professional, wholly unlike the cock-hungry choirgirl I'd been filling with spunk for the past 18 hours. Me, I would be doing the male version of the walk of shame, stubbly and rumpled and in need of a shower. But I did love the scent of her pussy on me.
We had an elevator to ourselves, and as we neared the first floor, I smiled at her and made a move to give her a goodbye kiss. She put a halting hand on my chest. Her manner was distant, now, nothing like the yes-daddy woman I'd been fucking less than an hour before.
