“Daddy, I’m going to ...!I’m going to ...!”
“Come for me, baby girl,” I rasp.“Come all over my cock.”
She obeys my command.The gorgeous blonde goes stock still for a moment, and then throws her head back and screams as her pussy pulses and clamps on my stiff rod.
“Ohhhhh!”she wails.“Mmmm, yes!”
The violent tremors of her cunt push me over the edge as well, and with a roar, suddenly I’m coming like a firehose in her tight sweetness.
“Fuck!”I shout.“Oh shit shit shit!”
My vision goes dark as I ejaculate like a hurricane, spraying the woman’s fertile fields with a massive load of spunk.Meanwhile, her pussy continues to milk my dick, squeezing along the length with sensual ripples as we soar to the heavens, our shouts filling the small closet with ecstasy.
“Ooooh!”she squeals, her pussy fucked so good on my hard cock.
“Goddamn,” I rasp, trying to speak as ecstasy surges through my veins.“Fuck fuck fuck.”
Eventually, the spasms recede and our foreheads touch slightly in the dark closet.We’re both breathing hard, her big breasts and my chest covered in a sheen of sex sweat.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan again.“You feel so good, sweetheart.”
Slowly, I let her legs down, and pull out, but not before a huge glop of come streams from her pussy, trailing down one thick thigh.
“Oh my god!”she gasps, reaching one hand down to catch it in an effort to keep it in herself.“Oh no!”
I merely seize her mouth in a deep kiss.
“No worries, sweetheart.I’ve got lots more where that came from, and maybe this time we could use a bed.”
She smiles at me in the darkness, her beauty luminous.
“You think?”she giggles.“We have the house to ourselves.”
“Oh yeah,” I rasp before sweeping her in my arms and shouldering my way out of the supply closet.“I intend to enjoy these curves for the next few hours because you’re mine, sweetheart.You belong to me, and I intend to claim what’s mine.”
Then, we fall onto the massive king size in one of the guest suites before I strip the dress from her voluptuous figure to stare lustfully at those big breasts and just-fucked twat.Her pussy lips look ravaged and red, and there’s a gleam of semen on her thigh, but it only makes me horny and possessive because I meant what I said.This woman is mine ...and I’m going to leave my stamp on her.
4
Ella
Ipick up a white dress shirt, and hold it up to the light.Hmm, it’s nottoowrinkled at least.With a sigh, I put it down on the ironing board and then pick up the iron before leaning over to do my job.My back already aches and my fingers feel like they’re going to cramp.Is this normal?Am I imagining the aches and pains?My head shakes because it doesn’t really matter.I don’t have a choice but to iron for the next few hours.
After all, I’m pregnant now, and I need to find a way to survive for me and the coming baby.Sure, the night with Nick Bannister was momentous and mind-blowingly sensual, but it wasn’t anything permanent.Hell, we barely even exchanged names, and when I woke up the next day, he was already gone.Only the ache in my pussy, as well as the semen that seeped down my thighs for the next twenty-four hours told me that I’d enjoyed a sensual night with the man of my dreams.
But he was more than a figment of my imagination because that one-night stand left me pregnant and expecting his baby.I couldn’t believe it when I took a home pregnancy test, and then took a second and a third to be sure.But the double pink stripes kept appearing and I knew without a doubt that I’d conceived Nick Bannister’s child during our sensual night together.
Of course, I tried to contact him.I looked him up on the web, and it turns out that my international man of mystery is a wealthy businessman who founded and runs Rocket X, a space travel company looking to colonize Mars.I was astonished because I thought a company like that would be run by a petite nerd with huge glasses and a flabby paunch.But it was definitely my lover’s photo on the website, with the same piercing blue eyes and square jaw above the label “Founder and CEO.”Wow, who knew?Immediately, I dashed off an email to the company, requesting that my information be forwarded to Nick.
There was no reply, to my disappointment, so I called after a few days.The woman who took my name was unfailingly polite and promised to relay my message to Nick, but even as we spoke, I knew she was lying.I knew that my contact information would never reach Nick’s desk and that he would never know that I’d tried to contact him.After a week of hoping against hope, I took matters into my own hands and wrote him a letter, snail mail style.Yes, I addressed it to him at corporate headquarters, and prayed against all odds that someone, somewhere would have the sense to give it to him and that he’d open it and see my news.
But nothing happened for weeks, and I was disappointed.My babydaddy either never got the message, or simply doesn’t care that we conceived a child together.I had to deal with the heartbreak from that.Granted, I wasn’t expecting the world from Nick Bannister, but I’d like him to at least say something or do something.But there’s been no communication, and I can’t expect more.We hooked up in a supply closet, for crying out loud!It was nothing to be proud of, except that it was the most sensual night of my life.
But I had no options, so I moved on with my life with or without the CEO.By then, Lakeview had been sold and I’d secured a job in housekeeping with Suncrest Resorts, a bed and breakfast on the shores of Lake George.It’s actually in the same county as Lakeview Manor, and I drive by the cream-colored mansion sometimes on my way to work, my heart going flippity-flop when I pass the beautiful estate.But that’s neither here nor there because it’s not my home anymore.Yes, I got attached to the house and the land, and took care of every piece of furniture as if the items belonged to me, but they never did.I was always the hired help, and my stay there was only temporary.
Now, I need to save as much as possible, so I’m toiling away at long shifts in order to put money in the bank.Everyone tells me that I need to take at least three months to recover from labor and delivery, and while Suncrest management will give me some time off, they won’t pay me for it, so I need to save.
Ruefully, I stare down at my bump.It’s still small at the moment, but it’s definitely there, and slightly visible beneath the brown housekeeping smock they have us wear.My apron is a bit snug too, the white sash around my waist knotted loosely so that it’s not too constricting.I know I’ve put on weight, although people have complimented me on my glowing visage and rosy cheeks.It’s the pregnancy.I want this child, even if his or her father doesn’t, and I can’t wait for the child to be born.
