You lay in bed, resting on your side. You should
be asleep, but instead you stare at the fingernail moon outside, the
barest slimmer in the sky. You shift slightly, feeling your silk negligee
caress your body. You wear nothing underneath it. Every thread of
fabric across your breasts is like a lover's touch. Every time the
dark green fabric drifts across your sex, it is like phantom fingers
arousing you.
Your bed is empty. Your husband is out of town, and you should be
sleeping. You have the entire weekend to yourself, the entire weekend
to relax. But instead, your heart pounds inside of you as if you were
running a marathon. A light sheen of sweat covers your body.
You feel the bed shift, but you do not move. You don't believe this
is happening. It was all just a joke. Just - talk. When Darren told
you to leave the key to the house under a rock, you were certain that
nothing would happen. The two of you had counted the days from your
last period, knowing that tonight you would be at your most fertile.
Even now, an egg is preparing to drop into your womb. If you were
filled by but one sperm, one drop of cum, you would be pregnant.
Now, a man slides into bed behind you. You draw in a breath as my
penis, already hard and ready, slips between your thighs. You feel
my naked legs on the back of yours, the warm skin of my chest on your
back. Oh, God. I'm already naked. You're in bed with a naked man,
with a man who isn't your husband, int the bed you share with your
spouse.
One hand move over your hip, caressing your skin. The other moves
under your neck, resting on your breast. "Hello, Laura."
My voice is low, my lips fluttering over your ear. You squirm to move
away, but my hands pull you close. The head of my prick drags through
your sensitive lips.
"Darren." Your mouth is dry. This isn't happening. It was
only dreams, you tell yourself. "You - you shouldn't be here."
"Really?" My fingers drift over your breast. Your breath
rises as I caress the silk above your skin. That's even worse than
if I was touching them directly. The sensitive skin goosebumps, sending
shivers through your frame. "You left the key there for me. I
told you what I was going to do tonight." My other hand drifts
like a lazy spider, finding the smooth shape of you vagina. "You
are wearing the negligee I asked you to." My lips move down your
cheek, tracing the shape of your jaw. "You knew this was coming,
Laura."
"No," you whisper. I chuckle as you try and pull away. I
pull you to my nude form. Our skin sends electric shivers up and down
your spine. Your negligee rises as you struggle to get away from me.
"It was just a fantasy. You - said it was just a fantasy. That
it couldn't hurt me."
"I won't hurt you," I tell you. I grip your breast, palpating
it like it was a large melon. "Unless I have to." I pinch
your nipple, twisting gently. Pangs of pleasure and burning pain move
through your mammary.
My fingers make their way to your slit. You clench your legs shut,
trying to deny me access. My trapped penis burns like a brand between
your soft thighs. I pull up on your thigh, and though you try to fight
me, your leg opens anyway. Hooking one legs around yours, I pull back,
forcing you open.
I start to play with your pussy, the lips engorging with each pulse
of your heart. My fingers drift over your sex, barely caressing it.
Barely touching it. In your shame, you find your hips sliding upwards,
your cunt blindly seeking my touch.
My mouth feasts on your neck. I plant my lips on your skin and suck,
drawing blood to the surface. Marking you as mine. How will you explain
this to your husband when he returns? How will you face him?
My hand descends beneath your negligee, and now my fingers touch your
breast directly. "No, Darren - please stop." Your back arches,
pushing your breast into my caressing hand. My rock hard dick slides
against your vaginal lips, and you push your hips forward to avoid
contact with your most intimate spot.
This only brings your pussy within reach of my fingers again. You
continue to writhe and dance in my arms, trying to avoid my touch,
but only inflaming yourself further.
Two fingers slide into your slit. You moan, my digits sliding along
the walls of your juicy cunt. My thumb slides against your clit. The
bundle of nerves is as hard as a rock, and your hips start to sway
in time with my movements.
It's growing too much. You dance in passion as I keep touching you.
Kissing your neck. Licking your earlobes. Sliding my fingers deeper
inside of you. You groan and moan, alternating between giving in to
my hands and struggling against them. My dick slides against your
ass, between your legs, touches your slit, and each time you pull
away to escape it. Each time you struggle, I only hold you tighter.
You know your resistance is futile, that I'll do what I want, but
you still feel you must try.
My fingers reach deeper and deeper inside of you. I rotate you until
you're on your back. In the bare light of the moon, your body is exposed
to my eyes. Your negligee has been pulled down far enough to expose
your creamy breasts. The bottom has risen up far enough that your
cunt is open to anyone who would look upon you.
I plant my lips around your breast, kissing softly, brushing my lips
like a brush against your skin. You are so ashamed. Your thighs keep
opening, closing, opening as I finger fuck you. My fingers reach deeper
inside, deeper still. You open your legs even wider, unable to resist
the feelings flowing through you. You have become a slave to passion
in all but name. My fingers reach deeper, deeper -
I stop moving inside of you, pulling back to look in your eyes. For
a moment, you are confused. "Please," you whisper, not sure
of what you want. For me to continue? To stop? Then your focus turns
inward, to what my fingers have found.
I pull the diaphram from your cunt, where is slithers out of you like
some foul creature. "So, you thought to trick me," I tell
you. I toss the diaphram off the bed in disgust. "You thought
that would protect you?"
"Darren, I - I don't want to get pregnant." You try to pull
away from me. You might have cheated on your husband, but at least
you wouldn't have betrayed him to this point. I seize your breasts
in my hands, pulling on them. I roll over on top of you, my weight
heavy on yours. You close your legs. "Darren - please don't!"
I shove my knee between yours. One degree by the next, your legs open.
You keep fighting, but you can't win. You know you can't. Your womb
feels so empty, and you long to fill it with strong seed, with a sperm
of a man, one strong enough to give you a child.
I bite down on your right nipple, drawing it up with teeth and lips
and tongue. You push on my shoulders, even as you feel the sharp pleasure
warming your breast. Already so sensitive, my teasing has now made
them responsive to the slightest touch. The sudden, strong bites and
sucks only makes you hotter. Wetter.
"Mmmm - my baby is going to love feasting on these Laura,"
I tell you. My dick slides against your pussy. You shift your hips
to the side, trying to avoid me. You dance to the right as the blind
eye of my dick searches your entrance. Each time you move I follow,
matching your movements. Your legs slid against mine, trying to find
purchase to push me off.
I hold myself above you, smiling at you. The moonlight casts half
of my face in shadow, but you can see that I've been toying with you.
"No - Darren, don't - "
My hips flex, and my prick finds purchase in your pussy. You squeeze
your walls tight, trying to keep me out. My rock hard cock continues
to press against you. You know you will tire. My lips suck on your
nipples, sending pangs of pleasure that zap light lightening against
your clit. My cock forces its way inside of you. "No - no - don't
rape me - Darren - noooooooooo!"
In one long push, my dick breaches your defenses. It slides deeper
and deeper inside of you. Your mouth hangs open as you push into me.
You can't help it - it feels so *good*. You're being taken, taken
by a man who will give you what your body needs. "Oh - Darren
- oh gawwwwd -"
Your hands on my shoulders turn from pushing me away to holding on
to me. Your legs rise up, flutter, the signals from your brain misfiring
in pleasure as my cock rests against the entrance to your womb. I
rotate my hips, sending your pussy into spasms from your mashed clit
along the seeping walls, all the way to your uterus.
You know your cycle. You know how dangerous this is. When I withdraw,
you hiss in pleasure, groaning at the sensation. When I push back
inside, your legs wrap around my ass, trying to pull me into you faster.
You're being raped, you tell yourself. You're being raped, even as
you squeeze me to increase my speed - but I only torment you with
my slow, long strokes.
"Mmmm - your pussy seems to love this," I taunt you. "You're
about to get my baby, aren't you, Laura?"
"N - no!" You groan, shoving your cunt up at me. I move
faster. Deeper. Harder.
"You're going to get pregnant, Laura. Your husband will raise
another man's child, and never know it."
"No - Darren!" Your eyes roll back in your sockets as I
grip your breasts, pushing them towards each other. My mouth comes
down on both of your nipples at once, sucking them, lavishing them
with my tongue. "I - I - "
"You want to get pregnant, don't you, Laura?"
"I - " You can't focus. The only thing that exists in your
universe is my cock in your pussy. My hard cock that will soon sprew
its seed inside of you. Filling you.
"Say it, Laura! What do you want me to do?"
Your will breaks. "Knock me up," you cry, tears of shame
and pleasure and joy and fear running down your cheeks. "Cum
inside my pussy and give me your baby! Show my husband who the true
man is! Shoot in me until I give you a bastard, and make my belly
swell! Impregnate me! Make me your whore, your slut! Make me pregnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnt!"
Your voice rises, rises, growing in volume and pitch, until your are
nearly shrieking as you cum. Your body is wrapped tightly around me
as you shake and weep. And you can feel it. You can feel me cumming
inside of you. You feel it splash inside of you, know that there is
no escape now. You can feel yourself becoming pregnant in this moment.
Feel your life change forever as you are claimed as mine.
Finally, we come to a rest as I lay on top of you. Your negligee is
sodden with sweat. Your bed is soaked in our juices. My weight is
heavy on you, but it feels good as my slowly softening shaft plugs
your pussy hole. My semen rolls inside of you like the waves of the
ocean, where all life spawned.
I kiss you directly on the lips for the first time. You hug me tightly.
In the wee hours of the morning, you discover that your long weekend
has only begun. Your only piece of clothing is stripped from you,
and you are forced to submit again, and you can do nothing but cum
as I continue your rape. I forbid you to wear a stitch, so that at
any moment I may avail myself of your charms. In the shower, you soap
your body, then use it to wash me. My prick is enveloped in your tits,
your nipples bending against my leg. Just before I bend you over and
take you again. You are given no chance to flush my seed from you.
You are unable to escape and go to the pharmacy to gain access to
emergency contraception. Instead, you cook me breakfast, naked save
for an apron, and you are motified when I lean you over your own kitchen
table and spank you ass until it glows. Followed by your own breakfast
of cock, followed by rich creamy seed plugged into your pussy. By
Monday morning when I leave, you have no hopes of escaping your destiny.
You are pregnant with my child. And as your belly grows and my bastard
moves and kicks inside of you, as you bear the shame of your husband
proudly telling people of "his" child, of the stares of
people as you move down the street, your belly pushing before you,
you remember every moment of your taking. Of how you were helpless
to resist. Of how, in the end, you begged for me to impregnate you.
I return again and again, and each time you submit, and cum, and cling
to me as the father of your child gives you the pleasure you crave.
And who knows - after the baby is born, there is always time for a
little brother or sister in the family....
