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'Johnnnn...' Rachel whined over the sound of water at the steamy shower curtain as she stood by the vanity. Her husband was getting ready to go into work, and it was her day off for once...thankfully. She was wearing a black buttery satin robe that only came to her slender mid thighs. 'Jonathan, hurry up, I need you now....', she glanced at the ovulation predictor on the sink, it had turned blue, telling her that if she wanted to try for a baby this month, now was the perfect time. And now she stood in the bathroom like an inpatient child, begging for candy.

Jonathan tipped his head back and let the shower wash all the soapy water from his eyes and down his muscled chest, 'Hmm?…What?' he called back to her but could hardly hear a thing over the heavy flow. 'Hold on…’' and turning the silver knob on the wall he turned the water off. Pulling the curtain back to step out onto the tile floor and run his hands back through his hair. 'What were you saying, babe?'

She looked at him....God, he was like a Greek statue, and good enough to eat....'You, me, sex, right now.' she pointed at the little plastic stick, and then realizing what a little brat she was being, she clasped her hands infront of her and cocked her head to the side, to beg for sex, as if she needed to. 'Please??'

He glanced at that little stick on the edge of the sink and took a step towards her, not bothering to pull a towel from the rack as he usually did when he got out of the shower. 'I think you just wanna laze around all day with a belly full of…' he didn’t say the last part, only grinned and pressed himself up against her. Her robe sticking to his hot, wet flesh.

'So what if I do?...I love to feel your cum inside of me....' she whimpered at him, looking up into his brown eyes, her lower lip sticking out like a little girl that wanted a pony for her birthday. But she could get by with riding him all day. 'You should stay home from work....' her hands ran down his wet back and cupped his firm ass. 'What are you going to do, fire yourself?....' she rasped, and drew him closer, her own rump bumping against the sink. Rachel was a very lucky little minx. Her husband was the president of a major corporation and gave her everything she ever wanted. Money was never an issue.

Jonathan let her drag him forward, still grinning and tipping his head to the side to get a clear strike at her neck… and he did, biting down with playful growl and running his hands up the insides of his wife's smooth legs, two fingers grazing the soft lips of her shaved cunt before squeezing her bare rump in his palm.

She giggled and then moaned, tipping her head back, that long luxurious brunette hair pouring down her back and dangling over the sink counter. Suddenly the little fox got sneaky and she began to lower herself down, sandwiching herself between him and the sink. She looked up at him with big hazel eyes, begging once more, as if she needed permission to give him a blow job, her hand snaking up along his inner thighs.

Her husband slipped his hands out from under her robe, but not before dragging his fingers over her slit again… he was letting her down, in fact helping her down, laying his hands on her shoulders to guide her in the right direction as if she didn’t know. He looked down at her, inhaling a deep breath and gave a little nod… offering his manhood up to her to suck. It was already hard, the tip glistening with sweet pre-cum.

She dove in like a ravenous little cum slut. She moaned, running her hands up and down his thighs, her eyes closed so tightly, she wanted him to know how much she was enjoying it...and how badly she wanted to be pinned and fucked, filled with that creamy, fertile sperm.

His thick cock plugged up her mouth and made her lips stretch wide around him, and spreading his fingers out through her raven hair he guided her head downward, his other arm outstretched, hand gripping the edge of the bathroom sink. He closed his eyes, feeling the tip touch the back of her throat… but it wasn’t enough, he knew where he wanted to stick it and he knew she was aching for it too.

Rachel moaned, her tongue swirling around him, slurping up the precum and saliva mixture that dribbled down her chin. She stood up, shakily, but kept stroking him with her hand. 'Oh John, fuck me...Put a baby in your wife's belly...'

It didn’t take anymore persuasion than that… He pinned her between him and the sink, hoisting her up to sit her firm ass on the porcelain edge and gripped her under the thighs. Spreading her legs wide open with the pressure of his hips between them, his glistening cock pushed up into her soft pink pussy, making her fertile juices flow. 'Oh Shit …Rachel...' he strained, pushing himself upward until her shaved labia stretched taut around the hairy base of his dick.

Rachel's head went back, eyes closed in pleasure. 'Ah! Oh yes-- ' She rasped, desperate to feel him deeper, harder. She sank her nails into his butt to pull him closer, her toes pointing and calves flexing as she tried to move against him and help him slide his cock further into her aching pussy.

He stretched every muscle in his body, straining himself against her. Lifting her backside up off of the sink so that she was totally impaled on thick fleshy cock and nothing more…. her robe fell open and he could see her belly sucking in, his own private sperm bank, fertile and ready to swell up with his offspring.

She was breathing so raggedly, so heavily. She's never felt so animalistic before, or sweaty..or dirty... but she loved it. Those silken legs suddenly wrapped around him, her pelvis smashed against his, her elbows quivering as she braced herself on the marble sink. She started to squeak each time he thrust into her, until she was full out screaming, her fingers scraping against the marble, that plush rump lifting off the edge, 'Ah! Baby-I'm-gonna-come...come in me!....Put a baby in me!' she nearly sobbed, desperate to feel his hot sperm swimming inside of her.

He pinned her back, straining himself up against the sink until her rump scraped the silver faucet behind her… not giving her time to brace herself as his cock pulsed and went rigid, pumping the first hot stream of cum up into her belly, directly against her tender cervix, 'Uggh… Ugh!...Ugh!...' he snarled, thrusting with each surge, filling her sticky little pie hole with baby cream.

'Oh God, Yes!---' Rachel's eyes were watery slits and she was at the brink of tears. Now that they were ready to start a family and been having sex without condoms, she absolutely loved to feel him come inside her, and she could feel -it- each hot blast against her cervix, injecting into her womb.

His breath caught in the back of his throat and he could hardly breathe, every muscle in his body was tensed up tight. His flesh no longer wet from the shower, but moist and slippery with sweat. ‘'Oh god.. baby'’ he rasped, struggling to inhale again and still spontaneously jerking his hips up with each spasm of his groin.

Rachel struggled to get every last twinge of pleasure and drop from him before she slumped against him, huffing, breathing heavily, but not as heavily as he. He'd done all the work. She just sat there with her legs open, offering up her womb for impregnation.

Finally Jonathan pulled out, staggering back a little way to let her ass down again and watch gooey string of cum dribble out of her swollen red lips into the sink. ‘'Rachel…’' he exhaled, still trying to catch his breath and leaned forward to kiss her, but instead whispered in her ear, 'Do you want me to stay home and fuck you like this all day?’'

Before she could answer yes, he lifted her up and let her flop in his arms like a ragdoll, his voice gravely as he whispered 'Where do you want it?' so dirty, their maids were away to the city and they had free run of the estate. It was Rachel’s choice where she got pumped next.

'The hallway...' she breathed. She wanted to do it over the railing... Her screams would ring out through the stairway and through the mansion...one of her little fantasies that she was too innocent to speak of, but now was her chance to let it come true.

Jonathan looked at her, his dirty little trophy wife, her cheeks still flushed and eyes glistening. Her ass and inner thighs all sticky with his cum that had dribbled out. He lifted her up, pushing the bathroom door open with his foot and carried her down the hall to the top of the stairs… that’s where he set her down, lolling her over the railing so that her little red ass stuck up in the air, her bloated pussy lips puffing out between her thighs like a juicy peach, slick and glistening with sperm.

Rachel's hazel eyes were huge. It was a good three stories down...and she could see the polished floor, hard and dangerous. She felt her heart race, knowing there was a slight chance she could topple over. She smirked and looked over her shoulder, grasping the rail, her satin robe pooling up around her tiny waist as she lifted up her ass up like an alley cat in heat.

He inhaled, taking a step closer so that his crotch rubbed up against her glowing ass. Spreading his hands out over her back to reach her trembling shoulders… he wasn’t about to fuck her over the edge of the railing… he held her tight as he mounted her from behind and thrust…thrust hard into her juicy pussy. 'Ohh fffuck---Baby, I'm gonna knock you up...'

The screams started. Rachel's voice filling the hall below, her nails sinking into the polished old wood of the railing. She arched up onto her toes to offer up that slippery pussy for a beating. 'Oh John-- harder...Harder!' she moaned, not that she wanted to be brutalized, she just wanted to feel every inch of his fat cock inside her, his fat head mashing against her pink cervix.

Her husband pinned her, rutting her higher and higher until she was on her tiptoes. His plump, wet ball sack slapping her mound each time he thrust in, pounding her puckered clit between her lips. She really was his own little sperm bank, and he knew today she’d let him leave as many deposits as he wished…. today she -was- going to get herself pregnant. He was going to knock her up.

She was panting, long strands of glossy brunette in her face and sticking on her collarbones. She moaned, stretching out like a panther, her arms trembling as she sank her nails into the railing* 'Johnny....' she whined, '--Don't stop-- don't stop--- !' she frantically reached down and started to rub her own clit, covered in their slick juices.

He had her by the shoulders, suspended over the railing for anyone to see if they happened to walk in. The idea of being caught actually turned him on… the risk, the chance that a maid or one of the kitchen staff could come through the door into the entrance hall, look up and see what he was doing to her. They’d know without any doubt that she really was his...his mate, the mother of his child.

Rachel started to peak again, holding her breath for a brief moment before she groaned, she was coming again, her drenched little hole clamping down on him, squeezing, itching to feel his release against her cervix again. 'Oh Jonathan--- I want a baby---' she nearly sobbed.

Her little whimper made his chest tighten, it was all down to him… '‘Ugghn!’' he gasped, dragging her back onto his cock as he ejaculated up into her tight little hole, pumping her full of a new dose of swimmers, desperate to find her helpless little egg. Oh God… please get up there, knock her up…

The end, for now.