“Harder, harder,” I screamed. He pushed his cock further and further into me, exploring every inch of my tight pussy. He thrust fast and hard, setting off atomic bombs of pleasure.
Daniel grunted and squinted his eyes. He was close.
“Come with me,” I moaned.
Our orgasms set off at the same time in a glorious explosion of ecstasy. Our bodies rocked together as he unloaded his seed inside me. My muscles flexed, my pussy quivering. Time slowed down and that moment lasted a lifetime.
With the pleasure fading away, Daniel collapsed on top of me, his spear still inside me. We both huffed and puffed to regain our breath. “That was too fucking good,” he said, exasperated.
“Yes,” I said, nodding. Daniel pulled out of me, letting a rush of cum flow out and leaving a void behind. I just wanted him inside me forever.
We both knew what we did was wrong. It was forbidden. We didn't say another word to each other after that night. Daniel went back to my mom and we pretended like it never happened even though we desperately wanted each other one last time.
There was no pretending getting pregnant. A few weeks after our night together, I told Daniel that it was his. When my mother found out, she was surprisingly okay with it. In fact, she let me share him. Daniel was to be the father of my child and my midnight lover.
There were many more orgasms to come.
Seeding the Princess
I couldn't believe people actually watched those reality shows about celebrities. I mean how could they think that any of it is real. It all feels like a bunch of bullshit to me. Cameras follow them around all day long and the most dramatic moments happen to them in just the span of twenty-four hours. Little did I know, my life was just about to transform into a sexy soap opera.
I usually sit at my desk at work and think about things like this in between calls. I work at a customer service call center at Gleason Co. We make and sell shirts. When customers want to return something or just feel like complaining, they call me. I've worked at Gleason Co. for over five years now and it just gets so incredibly boring. And there is nowhere to move up so if I stay at Gleason then I'll be doing the same thing for the rest of my life.
All of the sudden the phone rang and jolted me out of my daydream. I picked it up and answered, “Hi this is Evelyn, how can I help you?”
On the other end, I hear this disgusting deep male voice, “Yuh I washed a shirt and it fell apart.” I can just picture this really big guy sitting on the couch slobbering all over everything, eating a big bucket of chicken.
I try to be as pleasant as possible, “Well do you have a receipt so we can send you a replacement?
“I don't have no receipt no more!” He said angrily.
My training kicks in which says to always keep calm under any situation. Also, all my calls are recorded so I couldn't just tell him to fuck off and hang up. “Well sir, do you know when you bought the shirt?”
“Well of course I do! I got it two years ago for my burfday.”
“I'm sorry sir, but we can't do returns over two years.”
“Well that is complete bullshit, lady!” The man started to get very angry and it didn't phase me one bit. I wish I could say this only happened once in a great while but I deal with a person like this every other call.
I took a deep breath before responding, “Well, sir you can speak to my manager if you think there is a problem with our return policy.” I heard him breathing heavily on the other side and then click, he hung up. I checked the clock and it was finally time to go home. I took my headset off and logged out of the computer. It was five o' clock and I would have to deal with heavy traffic on the way home like I do everyday.
Once I arrived at my small but cute apartment, I took off my black heels and laid down on the couch. I was hungry and needed to make some dinner but I was just so damn tired. I wanted to lay there forever and never have to worry about work again. My stomach growled at me and I knew I couldn't go much longer without food. I decided to just make a TV dinner because it was the fastest and easiest thing to do. I turned on the TV and put on a random movie. I wasn't really paying attention to the movie but I was enthralled by the main actor. I had never seen him before but he was so dreamy. He was the perfect depiction of that dark and handsome guy that every woman dreams of. I watched the movie more closely and then the sex scene happened. He was plowing a stripper he just met at a club and seeing this guy fucking was amazing. I knew he wasn't really having sex on screen but it turned me on nonetheless. I started to get extremely wet and wished I had someone here to fuck my brains out. I put my hand down my pants and felt my soaked panties.