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Married Whore By trukin_fool



     How much do you love your wife or girlfriend? Enough to trust her
in my car drunk and horny?

     I know, I know. Your wife or girlfriend would never fuck around on
YOU!

     No matter how drunk she was?

     Wrong! I repeat, wrong!

     I've had more pussy from drunk wives and girlfriends than most
college kids get in four years at state.

     The secret is to sweet talk them and make them know they are worth
something to someone.

     You can call me whatever you want, but at least I'm getting laid,
and sometimes with fertile pussy that's spoken for.

     NO. I am not a rapist or a freak. I just know when and where to
get prime, USDA, committed pussy.

     Most of the time it is married women who give it up, but other
times it is girlfriends who think they are unwanted.

     I know what you are thinking. This guy gets women when they are
vulnerable. Yes, you are right. But they want to fuck me.

     Is that so sad? Is that being a bad person?

     I think not.

     It is no different than buying a joint or two, or buying a case of
beer to get the woman feeling no pain and then fucking her.

     I have more class than that. I seduce drunk women or women who
have self esteem problems. I make them feel good about themselves, and
their bodies and personalities.

     I can remember one perfect woman I bred. She was very married. Her
husband fucked around on her and she found out. When she confronted
him, he turned it all around and so much as said, it was HER fault. In
other words if she were a better wife, cook, mother, and lover, he
would not have strayed.

     What an asshole.

     I'll call her Wendy for the sake of anonimity. She sat at a bar
close by my home and was feeling very down and depressed. She had had
enough to drink and just sat in a booth staring into space, fiddling
with her wedding ring, when I noticed her. A lot of other guys were
watching her also, trying to come up with the right approach to seduce
her.

     It only took a minute or two for me to make my move. I walked over
to her and asked if she had seen a wallet lying around when she
arrived. Notice, I use the non chalaunt guise so as not to frighten her
away.

     She replied that she had not noticed one, and then she started to
bend and search the floor for it. As she did so I got a very good look
at her large boobs and narrow waist. I also noticed the huge diamond in
her wedding ring. Either she was well to do or her husband was.

     As she sat up, she looked towards me and said, "I don't see a
wallet anywhere. Are you sure you left it here?"

     "This is the last place I remember having it," I replied. "I was
showing off some new pictures of my kids." Her eyes lit up as I said
"kids." "You see, my wife fooled around on me, and now wants a divorce.
Those might be the only pictures I'll get of my kids." I told her.

     "Your wife........er..how many do you have? She inquired.

     "What do you mean?" I replied, "How many wives or how many kids do
I have?"

     She chuckled and said, "Kids. I know you can have only one wife."

     "Well," I replied, "I could have a lot of wives, but only one at a
time, legally. As far as kids, I have two. Johnny is 6 and Susie is 4.
How about you? Any kids a or are you waiting until you're older and
your modeling career is over?" (Flattery never hurts)

     "Modeling?" She asked. "I'm not a model and I have two kids, 8 and
6."

     "I'm sorry." I lied, "I just figured a woman with the looks you
have must be a model, or at least in the fashion business. You look way
too young to have kids that old. You must work out a lot, judging from
your firm muscle tone."

     By now she was blushing and smiling ear to ear. "I'm married and I
am not anything close to being a model." She said.

     "Oh," I answered, "I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to
be so bold."

     I then reached into my pocket and retrieved a scrap of paper and a
pen. I bent over the table and jotted down my cell phone number.
Handing it to her I said, "If you happen to locate my wallet, please
call me. I'm not worried about the money, it's just those pictures that
are important. Appealing to her maternal instinct.

     When I first started writing, she looked trapped and then finding
out I was only after my wallet made it sound non-commital.

     "I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I thank you for trying to help."
I said, and walked back to the bar.

     All the guys had their eyes on me and wondered what had transpired
at the table. As I easily sipped my drink, I glanced over to the table
noticing Wendy was searching again for my wallet. I was making
progress.

     Soon I had to use the mens room, which took me past her table
again. I smiled a warm smile and without speaking, I strolled past her
table and into the men's room. After a couple of minutes I returned,
only to notice Wendy again looking on the floor for something.

     "Have you lost something?" I asked, startling her. "If I can help,
please allow me......"

     "No.....no...." She stammered, "I was just trying to find your
wallet."

     I noticed her drink was just about empty and said, "You are so
kind. It's probably long gone by now, and I'll never see those pictures
again. May I please buy you a drink for being so helpful?"

     "No, no....That's OK...." She said hesitantly.

     "Please? I Insist. I'll have the bartender deliver it for you." I
spoke and walked away abruptly.

     I got to the bar and ordered the drink, handing the bartender a
note and asking him to deliver both to the lady at the booth.

     Soon he was at her table and I looked as the bartender pointed me
out, and handed her the note.
I watched her face as she mimed the words on the note. "In honor of the
beautiful woman who has brightened my faith in human behavior." She
looked to me and smiled. I smiled back and then turned away to sip my
own drink, leaving her to ponder the events.

     As I finished my drink, I got up and started for the door. I
glanced over to the table and saw Wendy had a frightened look on her
face. I turned and walked to her table again.

     "Please," I said, "Don't forget to call me if it shows up or if
you hear anything about it."

     Knowing Wendy was about to let this gentleman leave, she started
to fidget and finally spoke, "Can I return the drink?"

     "I don't know," I said apprehensively. "I wouldn't want your
husband mad at me."

     "Oh...well.... don't worry. He doesn't know I'm here, and besides
he's out of town for a couple of days." Wendy said. She now blushed
again very deeply after volunteering all this information.

     "I'll order them and have the bartender deliver them. By the way
my name is Alex, and you are...........?" I said pointedly.

     "I'm Wendy......Wendy Hamilton." She said as she again blushed at
giving out to much information.

     I left and went to the bar to order the drinks and returned to the
table. I stood for a minute before Wendy said, "Are you going to stand?
You're going to give me a stiff neck looking up at you all night long."
Again she thought about what she had said and blushed deeper. She was
an expert at putting her foot into her mouth, it seemed.

     I gave her a knowing smile and then sat. We did the introductions
and then started to tell each other about ourselves. I listened
intently as she talked about her children, Melissa and Robert, named
after her husband.

     We had several more drinks and she was feeling more comfortable.
The secret was for me to listen to her as I looked her straight in the
eyes.

     After a while Wendy became more relaxed and more open. She
divuldged that her marriage was not all that hot. And even told me
about how it was her fault he was screwing around on her. She then
became still.

     "If I had a woman like you, waiting for me at home.........." I
said.

     "What would you do?" She asked.

     "I would probably stay home all day and treat you like a blatant
sex toy." I said. "I wouldn't let you out of bed. And if you did get
out of bed, I wouldn't let off the floor."

     Wendy gave me a quizzical look and smiled as she said,
"Oh?......Tell me more."

     I continued, "I would have you walking around naked all the time
so I could look upon you beautiful body. I would do things to you that
you have only dreamed of. I would also make you do things to me.

     "What kind of things?" She asked fluttering her eye lashes at me.

     "If you were married to me, I would make you service me, orally
and bodily. I would make you crave my body. You would be powerless to
resist." I rambled on. "I would make you into a wanton slut."

     "Ha, ha ha," Wendy laughed. "I'll bet you would be worn out after
the first hour."

     I thought to myself. This is going very well. She is allready
losing her inhibitions. But this was enough game playing. It was now
time to see if she was hooked or not.

     "Well," I said starting to stand up, "I have to be going. I've
wasted enough of your time."

     Wendy now had a sad startled look on her face as I reminded her,
"Please don't forget to call me if you happen to find my wallet. I has
been very enjoyable talking to a lovely woman like yourself. See you
around." At that point I turned and walked out of the bar.

     It took about 10 minutes for her to get up enough nerve to call
me. She was now hooked.

     "Hello..." She said over the phone, "I....uh....this is Wendy...."

     "Oh, hey there beautiful, did you find my wallet?" I asked.

     "Uhhhh......no.......I...er...I thought maybe we could meet again,
if you don't have any plans......sometime." She said nevously.

     "I don't know if that would be such a good idea." I said, and
heard her take a deep breath. "If I were to meet you again I'd have to
do nasty things to your body, I probably couldn't control myself."

     After a long pause, Wendy spoke softly, "Would that be.....so
bad?"

     "Would you like to meet me now?" I asked.

     Hesitantly she answered, "Uh........s.s.sure.......I....ahh...."

     I knew she was having second thoughts about this as I spoke, "If
you don't want to let's just say we did and forget it."

     "N..nnno," She groaned building up her courage, "Where do you want
to meet?"

     I had her hook, line and sinker. She was going to be another
conquest. A sex toy for me to use as I wished. I told her, "Meet me at
the Mayflower motel in an hour."

     "OK," She replied. "But I cannot stay all night. The kids....."

     "It's up to you." I replied, "If you want to meet me, be there in
an hour. Room 212."

     "OK," she murmured, "I'll call the babysitter."

     "Fine," I said, "See you then." I hung up the phone.

     My next plan was to stop at the 7-11 and a liquor store to buy
some whipped cream and some cheap champagne. I smiled as I drove off.
I'm getting some married pussy tonight.

     5:30, she would be here any minute. I looked out the window and
saw a car pull into the lot and Wendy was driving it. She parked and
got out of the car and looked to see where room 212 was at. Afew feet
from the car she stopped and hesitated glancing back at her car. She
seemed nervous and scared. Could she go through with this illicit
affair? Straightening out her blouse she pushed her chest out and
marched up to the building. She had made up her mind and she wanted
this to happen. Soon she was lightly tapping on my door.

     I waited until she lighty knocked again, letting her suspense
build, before I opened the door.

     "Hi gorgeous," I smiled as I looked at her ashen face. "Please
come in."

     "I've....never........" She stuttered.

     "Never been in a motel room before?" I asked.

     "Not with a ......" She said.

     She was so nervous she was ready to bolt anytime as I took her
hand and led her to the small table and sat her down.

     "Please," I spoke caringly. "Relax. Would you care for some
champagne?"

     "Yes.....I really would." She said as she was noticably
uncomfortable.

     As I worked the wrapping and the plastic top off of the bottle I
watched her. She glanced furtively at the bed and then away quickly.
This was the bed where she would soon be giving some stranger a taste
of her womanly charms.

     As the plastic top popped off the bottle, she was brought quickly
back to the hard reality of what was happening. I poured her a glass
and placed it in her shaking hand. She was trembling very hard as she
took a big gulp. This seemed to relax her a little and she finished the
glass as I was finishing pouring my own. I poured more into her glass
as she thanked me.

     The silence in the room was deafening and the tension was thick.

     "So," I asked, "you want me to turn on the TV?"

     "That would be nice." she softly said as she took another drink.

     I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. I had set the channel
to a hardcore sex movie. When she heard the moaning and wet slapping
sounds coming from the TV she immediately downed the remainder of her
second glass.

     "Hey," I joked, "Go easy on that stuff. I don't want you to pass
out on me."

     She smiled nervously, and nodded her head. Her eyes were attracted
to the skin flick on TV as I poured her another glass. She tentatively
put the glass to her lips but didn't drink. She was engrossed in the
animalistic fucking on the screen.

     As I put the bottle down I walked up behind her and placed my
hands on her shoulders. She jumped as she realized strange hands were
on her. She soon relaxed and allowed me to massage her shoulders and
neck as she continued to watch the screen. Soon her breathing was
erratic and her face was flushed. She moved uneasily in her seat. The
alcohol and movie were getting her aroused. It was time to further my
massage. I slowly went down her back as she leaned forward to allow me
access.

     As I moved up her back, I grabbed the zipper on her blouse and
pulled it down. Again she jumped. I leaned over and whispered in her
ear. "I want to make love to your hot body. I want to fuck your cute
little ass off."

     A soft moan left her lips as she relaxed a little more.
"Yessss......" She wimpered. "Ohhhhhhhhh........yessssssssss."

     Wendy was now very horny and receptive.

     "Stand up and strip for me." I spoke firmly. "I want to see that
beautiful body."

      With a little hesitation she stood and started to loosen her
skirt.

     "No." I said, "The blouse first."

     She was startled at having a strange man commanding her to do his
bidding. But she followed instructions and gently pulled her blouse off
over her head. She threw the blouse on the table and stood, still
unsure if she should be doing this.

     "Now remove the bra." I commanded. "I want to see your lovely huge
tits."

     She blushed deeply as she reached around and undid the three
hooks. She knew that every command she followed would weaken her will
and her resistance. I noticed the tag which read 34DD.

     As she removed her bra she covered her breasts with her arm. The
bra joined the blouse on the table as she felt my hands on her bare
back. Little pleasure bumps appeared on her arms and on her neck.

     I turned her to face me and she blushed a deep red. I toke her arm
as she reluctantly allowed me to lower it, bring into full view her
lush tits capped with large pink areolas. She stood hanging her head in
shame and embarassment, arms hanging limply at her side. I embraced her
and whispered into ear. "Now the skirt."

     Weakly shereached for the zipper and clasp. The skirt was soon
pooled around her feet. As I pushed her away she was again blushing. I
enjoyed the view as her head hung low.

     She stood only 3 inches shorter than I. She had the longest
hardest nipples I had ever seen in real life. They were about 1/2 inch
across, and stood out just about a full inch. Her slender waist was
offset by her wide child bearing hips. Her panties were white cotton
and not very flattering.

     "Now the panties," I said. "I want a good look at that hair pie."

     She was visibly shaking as she slowly grasped the elastic and
pushed her underwear down her long legs. As she bent to force them to
her ankles she lightly brushed her cheek agaist my now hard cock. She
stepped back a little at the shock of feeling it. With her clothes now
completely off, she stood in only her low heels. As she rose up she
self conciously placed her hands over her mound.

     "The pussy, woman" I startled her. "Let me see the pussy."

     Again she started shaking at hearing my crude talk. She finally
resigned herself to her fate, and dropped her arms at her side and
lowered her eyes to the floor. She had a thich furry garden of blonde
hair covering her entire crotch, with a light trail if hair all the way
up to her navel.

     "You are one beautiful piece of meat, there lady." I sneered.
"I'll bet you have been fucked a lot."

     With tear filled eyes she looked at me, shook her head, and spoke,
"I haven't.......I've only.........my husband......"

     "You were a virgin?" I asked surprised. "Your husband gets himself
a virgin, and then he fucks around on you? I can't believe it."

     Wendy was totally embarassed at my remarks and soon dropped her
head in shame again. She started  sobbing softly. Tears fell from her
eyes to the floor. I reached for her and put my arms around her softly
embracing her.

     Her arms were soon around me as she squeezed me roughly, trying to
make me get closer. Her head still hung as I gently raised her chin
with my bent finger and kissed her. She was still nervous as she kissed
me back. Her tongue moved slowly as if she was unsure what to do. I
slowly walked her backwards to the bed and she fell backwards on it, as
we continued our lingering kiss.

     I was on top of Wendy as she started to move. She was trying to
breath and my weight was restricting her from that. She broke the kiss
and pushed violently against me to allow her a few gasps of air. I was
soon kissing her deeply and she was returning my kisses. She was by no
means an expert, but good none the less.

     Wendy's hands were soon drifting up and down my sides as I felt
her reach her peak. I released her uneventfully and sat on the bed.
Startled she gasped through ragged breath, "What's wrong? Are you OK?"

     "Nothing is wrong." I stated. "I just want you to tell me what you
want."

     It appeared Wendy was the typical Christian, suburban Mom. She had
been most likely been brought up strict and her asshole husband was
also too stupid to teach her anything. That would explain the quality
of her kisses, and her shame and embarassment of this illicit laison. I
had to push the envelope to see how far she would follow me down the
path to debauchery and whoredom.

     Instinctively she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands
again.

     "Move your hands." I commanded. "I want to always have a clear
view of your milkers. I also want you to ask me for what you want."

     Clearly shocked at my forcefullness she glared at me. After a
little thought she hesitantly lowered her arms and dropped her head
again.

     I reached to her chin and lifted it quickly, startling her again
saying, "You are in my room, and I make the rules. I promised you I
would make you into a wanton slut and that you would be craving to
please me, thus pleasing yourself."

     Her eyes gave way to her thoughts and she knew I was right. She
stared at me with questioning looks and then the tears welled up in her
eyes.

     "Lay down on the bed, arms at your sides and legs spread. I want
to look upon my sextoy and admire her beauty." I spoke more softly.

     A few moments passed as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She
knew why she was here but still expected all the flowery hugs and
kisses. She would not get them from me.

     After a couple of more moments she silently scooted back on the
bed and lay her head on the pillow, arms at her side. She gradually
spread her knees about 6 inches. Totally whipped and blushing deeply.

     Her face had a frightened look as she stared straight up to the
ceiling, mute.

     I reached over and abruptly grabbed her ankles and threw them
about 18 inches apart. In this position she was completely vulnerable
and open to whatever I desired. Her labia was hanging out and her pussy
was very swollen with excitement.

     I soon moved to the spot between her legs and bent my head down to
her soft mound, inhaling her womanly essence. She was trembling before
me now. The petals of her labia were glistening. I instantly dove my
mouth to her hot moist box.

     As I pressed my lips to her lovehole, she instictively tried to
push my head away. She was mumbling, "No.....please.....don't....it's
dirty......it's not right......"

     I continued to press my mouth to her womanhood as my tongue found
it's way into her heated gash. She was soon relaxing her grip on my
head and then started to automatically gyrate her hips, trying to
capture more of my tongue. I continued to lovingly caress her lower
lips making sure to ingore her love bud for now.

     We remained in that position for a couple of minutes and then her
moans started coming from deep within her. I stopped again.

     "Is that really so dirty?" I asked.

     "I...My Husband said.....I've never......." She trailed off.

     "You never had your cunt eaten?" I blurted out.

     Reddening again she shook her head no.

     "Ask for it. Tell me what you want. Beg me to do it." I commanded.

     She was silent.

     "Either ask for it or give me a blowjob and leave." I screamed.

     Soon she was softly asking, "Please lick my vagina."

     "In your Doctors office it's a vagina. In the bedroom with me it's
a cunt. C-U-N-T- Cunt!" I said as I slowly roamed my finger over her
pubic area.

     "Oh my God......Please....lick my......c..cunt" She said with a
deep sigh.

     "Has your husband ever brought you off with his tongue?" I asked.

     She shook her head no.

     "Tell me, I want to hear what you and him do." I stated firmly.

     "We have intercourse and.....that's all." She groaned.

     "Well lady," I said, "I told you at the bar I would do a lot of
nasty things to you and you will do nasty things to me soon also. I'm
going to eat your cunt...your MARRIED cunt, and leave you begging for
more."

     That being said, I dove into her pussy with a vengence. My tongue
soon found her clit and I licked and sucked like a madman. Wendy jumped
erraticly when she felt my toungue hit her love nub, but then settled
back and enjoyed the quick trip to orgasm. She orgasmed over and over
as she again grabbed my head. This time though she was pulling me into
her harder and nearly sufflocating me.

     After two or three intense multiple orgasms she laid back on the
bed and closed her eyes, still breating heavy in the afterglow.

     "Was it good?" I asked now kneeling between her outstretched legs.

     She was silent.

     "Hey," I asked, "Are you OK?"

     She remained silent.

     Oh my gosh, I thought, she must have passed out.

     I took this moment to venture to the toilet and relieve myself,
grinning proudly.

     As I returned to the bed Wendy was moving slightly and fluttering
her eyes. As she saw me, a wide smile drew on her lips. She softly
mouthed the words "I Love You."

     "Are you a wanton whore yet?" I asked jokingly.

     She just nodded her head.

     As I arrived at the side of the bed I again commanded her, "Get up
and undress me."

     She slowly and shakily came to the edge of the bed and sat. She
first hesitantly let her fingers drift to my zipper.

     "No," I barked, "The shirt first."

     With trembling fingers she started unbuttoning my shirt and soon
was done. "Remove it now." I said.

     She stood and pushed my shirt back off of my shoulders and in
doing so brushed her nipples across my chest. They hardened instantly.

     "Now my shoes and socks." I stated.

     Wendy knelt on the floor and soon had my shoes off and started on
my socks. She was a real vision of loveliness as she worked away at
finishing removing my socks.

     "Now my jeans." I said.

     Her fingers were visibly twitching as she undid the snap and
carefully pulled down the zipper. As she pulled at the beltloops and
pulled down my jeans, she stared intently at my growing cock in my
jockey shorts. I stepped out of my jeans and she immediately went for
the waistband of my underwear. Slowly she removed my jockeys and gasped
as my semi erect cock sprang into view. She removed my shorts and all
the time her gaze never left my hardening cock. She was inspecting it
as if it were a high priced object being purchased.

     "Kiss it." I commanded.

     With a start she looked up at me and fear filled her eyes. I knew
she had probably never done this before either.

     I placed my hands on her head and steered her face to my crotch
saying, "You can kiss it. I won't bite. It may spit though." I laughed
a little.

     Terror seemed to fill her eyes as she pleadingly looked first into
my eyes, then to my cock, and back to my eyes.

     "Don't worry." I said. "I'll have you sucking cock like a common
prostitute before the night is over."

     Wendy groaned as she opened her mouth to accept my love muscle
into her virgin mouth. She gagged slightly at first, from the feel of
this strange thing in her warm mouth and then started to suck lightly.

     As she felt my cock expand in her mouth, she again tried to jump
back. I held her head firmly and in place as she became accustomed to
the feeling. Soon she relaxed and then I pulled my hard cock out. She
looked up at me as I said, "Lick my balls."

     This was a strange request, because she had never done anything
like this at all. With a nevous jitter she bent lower to access my
scrotum. As she warmed up to the idea of licking my balls, I stated,
"Suck them. Put them in your mouth and suck them."

     She was a real novice at this, because as soon as my left nut was
in her mouth she sucked quite hard and almost injured me. I yelped and
she immediately spit out my testes.

     "Not quite so hard." I said. "They are nut nade of steel. They are
very sensitive."

     She apologized and then went back to tongue caressing my nads. Her
saliva was dripping on my feet as I moved her head back over my purple
crown. She was now sucking in earnest and I again pushed her away. My
cock leaving her mouth with a pop. She looked up at me questioningly.

     "On the bed, on your back." I commanded.

     Slowly she arose and scooted back on the bed, laying with her arms
again covering her self as much as possible.

     "Arms at your side and legs spread." I shouted. "I'll make a
wanton whore of you yet."

     She blushed deeply at this remark but slowly placed her arms at
her sides and spread her legs. Her twat was dripping and her pubic hair
was matted from the juice.

     "Do you want me to fuck you now?" I asked.

     Nervously she nodded her head asking, "Please be careful. It is so
big."

     "How big is your husbands pecker?" I asked grinning.

     "I don't know.........maybe...." She answered spreading her
fingers about four inches apart and showing me.

     "Hell," I said, "That's only a dick. This is a cock." Pointing to
my cock. "Have you ever blown him?"

     Wendy was shaking again at having to answer intimate questions
about her love life. She soon shook her head saying, "It's dirty....he
doesn't.......I've never......"

     "Well, you will with me." I chortled. "You will with me..."

     She was very embarassed yet her nipples were very erect.

     As I moved between her legs I commanded, "Take my cock and rub it
against your cunt."

     She blushed deeper still at my vulgarity, as she gently grabbed my
cock and aimed it for her hole. She rubbed it up and down her furry
gash.

     "Ever fuck yourself with a dildo?" I asked.

     Nervously she shook her head no saying, "I don't have...."

     "What the fuck do you use?" I giggled.

     "I don't...." She responded. "My......my fingers....."

     I was totally humiliating her by my questions as I continued.
"Never had a strange cock. Never been eaten. Never sucked cock. Never
fucked yourself with a fake cock. Christ, how many times a week do you
fuck your old man?" I asked.

     As she speeded up her assault on her pussy with my cock she
answered, "Once..a...month or maybe two......only when he wants to."

     Surprised by this I asked, "How about you? Don't you ever want it?
Don't you like cock? Or maybe you like sucking pussy instead."

     By now Wendy was getting excited at my taunting. She pulled my
cockhead into her tight entrance with a grunt and spoke,
"I...never...can......say the words.....I've never been with a girl
before...Please? Make love to me now?"

     "Sorry," I stated, "I cannot do that right now. First I have to
fuck the shit out of you and then afterwards we can make love."

     I suddenly felt a pop as the head of my cock fully entered her
cunt.

     "Ohhhhh......ungh......s..s..sooooo......biggggggg...ahhhh." She
was babbling. "Please.....it hurts.........."

     That little wimp of a husband she had was surely not big enough to
wreck this pussy I thought. I slowly pushed more cock into her and
waited for her pussy to stretch, accomodating it. This went on for what
seemed like hours, but in reality only about tem minutes until I had
seven of my nine inches in her cunt. I stopped all movements for five
or ten seconds and then I slowly pulled out and gently pushed back in.
Soon I had a rythum going and Wendy was nearing her first orgasm from
my cock.

     As Wendy started to shudder I stopped moving.

     "Please.......please.....don't stop......please...." She begged.

     Suddenly she got very frightened and tried desperatly to push me
off of her saying, "Oh....no.....I can't......I'm not protected..I
can't......."

     I increased pressure on her body as I spoke, "It's OK.....I'm
fixed." Wendy slightly relaxed and started to settle down as I spoke
again, "I'm getting a fertile married cunt tonight. Lucky me"

     Wendy shivered at this and asked, "Are you sure? I mean, are you
really fixed?"

     I thought she was being very naive not worrying about diseases and
only about pregnancy. "Yeah," I answered, "I don't care for rubbers. I
can't feel a really hot cunt with one of those things on."

     "Do you have to talk like that?" She asked.

     "Like waht?" I inquired. "Like cunt and cock?"

     As I got back into my rythum she answered a throaty "Yessssss."

     I noticed the change in her speech as I continued to stroke in and
out of her. I decided it was time for the full monte, so to speek.
"Don't you get hot knowing you are fucking someone you just met?
Knowing he's fucking your hot little cunt? Your hot little married
cunt? Feel his cock stretching you husbands twat? What would he say if
he were here now?" I spit out.

     At first Wendy stiffened and then joined me in my tempo. Shifting
her legs around me to allow better access to her depths. She grunted
and was now working her way back to her peak when I stopped moving
again. "

     "Why....why.did you stop?" She asked.

     "I want you to answer my questions." I stated.

     "What questions?" She asked.

     I stared my movements again as I asked. "Do you know what a whore
is?"

     "Yesssss...." She replied dreamily.

     "A whore fucks strangers, Right?" I asked.

     "Yessss......oh yesssss" She cooed.

     "Like you are doing now." I said.

     "ugh........ugh......yesssssssss." She replied getting closer to
her orgasm.

     I slowed my movements to leave her at the edge but not allowing
her to climax. I then began prodding her. So that makes you a whore,
Doesn't it?"

     Wendy was desperately trying to impale herself up onto me. She
then cried out, "Yessssss......I'm.........I'm a whore......oh
yes.....strange...c..c...cock"

     "I want you to repeat after me......OK?" I asked.

     "Yes......oh yessssssss." She relpied.

     She kept trying to impale herself on me deeper and then I
whispered into her ear. "Tell me you are a low class whore who fucks
strange cock. Say you'll give your cunt to anyone who wants it. You'll
even lick a twat to get some strange cock up your pussy....your MARRIED
pussy."

     Wendy stiffened as I buried almost my whole nine inches into her.
She franticly answered me, "Yes.......I'm a whore for strange
cock....I...I'll... give my ...c..c...cunttttt..to who ever wants
it......I'm comingggggg......on your strange wonderful cock....."

     I stopped abruptly again as she was at the verge of her climax and
she started gasping, "Please......fuck me.....fuck my married
twat.......I need your strange cock in my cunt............just fuck
me......pleasssssssssssssse?"

     I slowly started moving as I whispered into her ear again, "You
want me to fill your married cunt with my sperm? You want me to make
you a mommy again? I can feel your cervix stretching to accept my
gift."

     Figuring I was playing and due to the fact that she was delerious
in the throes of her first big orgasm, she shouted out loud,
"Yessssss......give it to me.......deep in my married whore cunt.... I
want you to flood my twat with your sperm......Make me pregnant.... I
want your baby inside my adulterous cunt.....just don't stop fucking
meeeee.......umph.......ahhhhhhhhiiiieeeeee......sso goooood......so
biggggggg.....I'm fucking strange cock and I love it......I am a low
class whore and I need to be fucked by strange cock.......anybody who
wants my cunt can have it."

      With this spasming I could almost feel her cervix expand and the
very tip of my cock enter her womb. I was now lost in the extacy of
draining my nuts into her belly. Her fertile belly. I fired about a
half a cup of seed directly into her baby factory as I grunted,
"Yesss....you whore.... you married fucking whore......take my load."

     This brought her to another orgasm as she begged, "Yes give me
your load......give me a fucking bastard kid......breed me...... I'm a
low class whore looking to get knocked up......keep fucking me.....Ram
your cock into me.....push it deep......make me pregnant .... Ohhhhhhh
fuuuuuuuck........"

     After the last volley of semen entered her uterus, her cervix felt
like it closed forcing my cockhead out and sealing my potent sperm in
her womb. Wendy was still shuddering and involuntarily swiveling her
hips. This allowed my cock to remain stiff and hard.

     I pulled completely out of her overflowing cunt and crawled up to
hr head, straddling her tits and pushing my cock in her face. She
turned her head to avoid the slimy dick in her face. I grabbed her head
and held it in place forcing her lips to my cock. "Open your mouth
whore." I commanded "Lick me clean."

     She shook her head violently but with a forceful shove from me,
her lips parted with her energy sapped she would not hold out long and
soon relaxed her jaw, allowing easy access for my still hard cock.

     "That's it," I said as she opened widely, "A whore bitch like you
needs to be used. I want to be the first cock in your mouth coated with
cum."

     As she stretched her mouth to accomodate my cock, she mumbled
something.

     "Keep me hard and I'll fuck you some more," I told her.

     She responded by working her tongue on the under side of my cock.
Moaning and humming as she did so.

     "Ever taste youself?" I asked as she licked and sucked.

     "ung unh," She mumbled around my thick cock in her mouth.

     I soon pulled out of her mouth leaving her to gasp for air and
smile.

     "I don't taste bad," She smiled wickedly, "Kind of salty and kind
of sweet, but not bad."

     "Having second thoughts about eating pussy?" I asked.

     She just smiled.

     She then said she had to go to the bathroom and excused herself.
She was softly humming as she went to the toilet. I heard water running
and then she returned with a wet washcloth. She knelt next to me and
started washing my now soft cock.

     "Do you always cum so hard?" I asked.

     She smiled widly smile and shook her head.

     "Your husband get you off like that?" I asked.

     She coyly looked at me and shook her head again.

     "Ready for round two?" I asked.

     "So soon?" She said with a surprised look. "Don't you have to wait
until later?"

     "What for?" I replied. "You've got me hard again."

     She looked stunned as she glanced at my erection in her hand.

     "My husband..........." she said, "Never......twice. And only a
couple of minutes."

     "So," I asked. "Mr small dick is only good for one shot and then
goes to sleep?"

     Embarassed again she nodded her head and looked down to the bed.

     "How long can you stay?" I asked.

     "My Mother is over and she'll be there all night with the kids."
she devulged.

     I stared to caress her legs and belly. I heard her breath become
raspy. Her eyes closed as she took in this wonderful feeling.

     "So," I startled her saying, "Are you fertile now?"

     Her eyes flew open in shock and asked why.

     "Well," I began, "Most women who are ovulating usually get turned
on real quickly. And I must admit you seemed to be very hot and horny."

     "You sure seem to know alot about women." She smiled.

     "I just know beautiful women." I said. "Like yourself. I know that
if you keep them happy, you will be happy. I made it a point to find
out what they like and what they don't. I believe that my partner has
to get pleasure to return the favor."

     By now I was rolling a nipple between my fingers as my other hand
was softly grazing the inside of her upper thigh. The little love bumps
on her areola were showing clearly as she sighed.

     "I would consider it an honor if you allowed me to make love to
you now." I stated.

     "But we just..........." She trailed off.

     "We just fucked." I said flatly. "Now I would like to make love to
you."

     "Can't we just........" She said nervously.

     "Fuck again?" I cut her off. "Sure we can fuck again and maybe
this time you can take all my cock up your whore cunt."

     She smiled, still nervous, but nodded her head.

     "Suck me." I whispered.

     Apprehensively she bent over to lightly lick my cock, studying it
again. Shortly she was vigorously sucking my cock like a pro. I took
the oppertunity to finger her sopping hole. Soon she was ready for more
cock.

     "Get up here and ride the wild Alex." I said playfully. "You're
going to fuck me now."

     She looked shocked as if she had never done that before.

     "It's easy." I said. "Just crawl your whore ass up here and sit
down on my cock."

     Nervously she obliged. As she started to stoop down straddling my
hips I said, "That tight little twat of yours, isn't so small anymore."

     Wendy turned red with embarassment as she continued to sit.

     "Now grab my cock and put it into your horny cunt." I instructed.

     She nervously grabbed my hard meat and shoved the head into her as
she deeply exhaled.

     "You love my cock. Don't you?" I asked teasingly. "You'll do
anything for my bone up your cunt."

     She nodded as she pushed more of me into her. Soon she was
wiggling and panting heavily. With only an inch remaining outside her
pussy she started to sway her hips and tilted her head back.

     I felt the tight ring of her cervix against my cockhead. It was
stretching to accept the invasion of cock muscle. Wendy was moaning in
exstacy as she tried to get more coccck into her pussy. Suddenly with a
swift upwards movement she fell back down hard and impaled herself on
my shaft. I felt a tight pop and knew  I had entered her cervix with my
cockhead once again. I was fully embedded in her snatch. She had every
inch of my cock inside her pussy.

     "Wendy's eyes flew open as she moaned, "Ohhhhh my gawddddddddd."

     A single tear rolled down her cheek as she ceased all movement.
She stared at the wall and placed her hands on my chest. As she once
again started moving the popping sensation happened again. I was now
extricated from her womb.

     "Are you ovulating?" I asked bluntly.

     With some hesitation she nodded her head slightly.

     "So you are fertile." I exclaimed. "I'm fucking a married fertile
whore. Beg me to knock your married cunt up."

     Wendy now had to agree. She was horny as hell, and the reason was
because she was ovulating.

     Wendy was soon reaching her peak as she hoarsly said, "I love your
huge cock. Fuck this married whore with it. Knock me up with your
lovely hard prick. I want it shoved into my womb when you squirt. I
want your baby."

     "What would hubby say if you came home knocked up?" I asked.

     "He'd think it was his." She stated. "Let the asshole pay for
someone elses fucking. I don't care. I will do whatever it takes to
make you happy. Breed me you fucking stud. Tear up my pussy for my
husband. Stretch it out and send me home full of your sperm. I want it,
I want it deep inside me."

     At this point she sat down sharply again and my cock entered her
uterus for the third time tonight. She was again still and whispered
softly. "Cream in me. I want your fuck juice inside me. I'll fuck you
anytime, anywhere."

     Wendy was now in the throes of another great orgasm as she bucked
wildly. I could feel my nutsack tighten and my cock was hurting as her
cervix contracted. Her face went pale as she stiffened and jerked. I
almost thought she was having a seizure. Now was the time.

     "Talk to me bitch. Tell me you're my whore. Tell me what you want.
Beg for it. Make it filthy and nasty. Let it out." I commanded.

     Wendy complied. "Fuck my married cunt. Fill....my hole. Kill me
with cock. I want to die happy........Slap me....fuck me ......eat me
.......breed me.....anything you want to do..........is....OK... Just
don't stop.

     "You are a whore, aren't you?" I asked. "You want my cock all
time, Don't you? You want me to control you entire being....You want to
please me......to do anything I ask......You'll give up you body for my
pleasure......ALL your body....... I have friends with bigger cocks..."

     "yessssssss......." She grunted with animalistic tones, "I am your
whore....control me.....just keep fucking me........my entire body is
yours...........I want you to give me to your friends..... use
me......just don't stop.......unnnhhh......aghhhh.....so full....... "

     "I'll want to fuck your ass.....your tight little married ass." I
continued. "You will meet me and beg for my cock. Anytime. Anywhere.
with anybody. I'm going to make you suck pussy too. I might even make
you perform for your husband."

     As Wendy stiffened again she was moaning quietly. Her head thrown
back and chest heaving.

     "Tell me you fuck slut." I encouraged. "Tell to do all those nasty
dirty things. You want me to......."

     As her breathing became ragged she answered. "Yes.....I'll do all
those things.......and more. Take me in my ass......make me lick
cuntttttt........ make my husband watch....... I don't care... I love
you.... just keep screwing me...fuck my married cunt... my hairy
twat.... belongs to you.... my sexy stud. I want a baby in my womb.
Empty your balls into meeeeeeeeeeee."

     I complied. With the force of what seemed like a hurricane I
pumped her uterus full of more sperm. I grunted saying, "Here it comes
you cock whore......take my potent sperm up your twat...... I'm making
you pregnant..... with my hot hard cock.....unggggggghhhhhhh."

     It was soon over as I felt her cervix contract again, forcing my
softening cock out side, to seal in my baby batter within its'
confines.

     I was totally drained. I somehow got the strength to roll off this
beautiful woman. She was sitll again. She must have passed out once
more. Tired, and worn I dozed off.

     After what must have been an hour or so, I was awakened by a pair
of lips on my cock. As I lifted my heavy head to look down, Wendy
looked up at me, and smiled around my cock. She was absolutely glowing.

     "Am I doing it right?" She asked, blushing slightly.

     I replied, "You are so beautiful with a cock in your mouth. Yes
you are doing fine. Just watch the teeth."

     She moaned and continued sucking. Paying special attention to my
nut sack as she had learned.

     She went pale when I asked her, "I need your phone number."

     Wendy stopped and questioned me with the look on her face.

     "I want to be able to do this again." I said.

     After a few moments she resigned herself to the fact that this was
not just a one night stand. I had her. She was mine. She kept sucking
as I became hard again and slid up to me and whispered into my ear
softly, "I think I'm pregnant, or I hope I am. I know you have not had
a vasectomy. I looked for scars. You don't have any."

     "You're right." I admitted. "But how are you going to explain
this?"

     "It's OK," She replied. "I'll go home and nail that asshole to the
bed and seduce him. He'll think it's his. But you and I will know
better..........won't we?"



     

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