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comedeepinside:
Vanessa had been dating Guy for about two weeks. Long enough for her to decide he would make an excellent donor. He was strong, handsome and had a cock that used to make her cross her legs when she thought about it.
“what’s something you’ve never tried?” she asked playfully. “Sexually, I mean?”
He blushed a little, coughed into his hand uncomfortably. “Um… handcuffs.”
“Handcuffs? As in, you being handcuffed…?”
“No, I’d like… to have a partner wearing… handcuffs.” He shifted, his legs spreading in his chair. Vanessa’s eyes dipped to the growing lump in his pants.
“I’ve never had a partner take me bareback.” She lied. Her cheeks blushed fiercely and her pussy burned.
“Really?” his eyebrows shot up. “Never?”
“Never.”
There was a pause.
“I tell you what…” Vanessa rocked on her heels, hands behind her back. “I’ll let you use handcuffs on me if you fuck me bare.”
He didn’t speak. He stood, walked across to her and took her into his arms, kissing her passionately, kissing up and down her neck. She backed into the bedroom, kicking off her shoes.
She walked to her dresser and pulled out a set of steel handcuffs, the real deal. “Okay.” she said, “Just so you know, I practice taking these off for fun. There is no actual key. These come off when I want.”
“So you’re an escape artist, too?” He was already naked, his proud cock bouncing softly with blood pressure. She felt a little dizzy with lust as she took off her t-shirt and slid off her jeans, walking to her bed. She lay back and slipped her arms through the bars at the foot of the bed, looping the cuffs’ long chain through them before snapping them closed on her wrists with a crisp crick.
Oh, V. she thought to herself. What have you gotten yourself into?
Guy knelt on the mattress and took hold of V’s ankle. His fingertips, so rough from work, trailed slowly up the pale skin of her calf, lazily circling her knee.
“You really want me bareback?” he asked. He couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Yes.” Vanessa looked at his cock, still throbbing. “I want you to fill me to the brim.” His cock jumped a little higher as he scooted over between her milky-white legs to stare down at her smooth pussy, now glowing pinks and reds, her slight outer lips parting gently and glistening with anticipation, the fine crimson folds within calling to him.
He took his cock and rubbed it back and forth over her clit, making her writhe and gasp. “Say that again,” he said softly.
“I want you to fill me to the brim. I need to feel you come inside me.” Saying it out loud made her womb ache with need. She began moving her hips in slow circles and whimpering softly. “Please…. Guy… fill me up…”
He took his cock and pushed forward, and Vanessa shuddered and let out a low wail as she felt her sensitive entrance stretch to fit his big, veiny cock, felt the pressure in different places as the curve of his cock raked her walls. Her hands instinctively jerked up to grasp his arms, found only air.
“Oh fuck… Vanessa…” Guy throbbed inside her pussy, so close already from her wicked words and her bare cunt and the furnace he had sunk into up to his balls. He held still for a moment, and she lay beneath him, so achingly full that she felt like a butterfly pinned to a board.
How long did they lie there like that? Time follows it’s own laws during sex. His hands roamed her breasts, teasing the pale pink nipples to hard pebbles, dragging fingertips across her face, her neck, her collarbone. Finally, when Guy knew he could pull back from that velvet tunnel and not immediately spill his load, he began to fuck in long, slow, deep thrusts, letting Vanessa feel every inch of him. He would pull out until only the thick crown of his cock rested inside her, bouncing slightly, teasing her, before sliding so deep she felt it press into the entrance to her womb. he watched entranced as her lips spread wide around the thickness of him, her gentle inner lips raking over the length of him as he pulled back, disappearing as he slid forward.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…. oh my god, your cock is amazing…” Vanessa moaned, grinning fiercely. It was happening. She was going to be a mother.
He was wordlessly moaning as he thrust into her, working up a lather as he fucked deeper, deeper still. He was beyond thought, lost in the ecstacy of planting his seed. Every thrust sent jolts through her pussy lips and clit, every pound seemed to make her walls tighten. He fell silent, and thrust faster in silence as he felt hard as stone… and then he was hoarsely screaming her name as he erupted inside her, hot splashes of come that fired again and again and again inside her, and her last coherent thought was that he was impregnating her… sending her spiralling off into shrill, shrieking orgasm, her cunt clamping down around his wildly spurting cock.
As his breathing returned to normal, he pulled his softening cock back and watched entranced as his thick white cream flowed from her.
“I can’t believe you let me do that…” he said. “Most people are terrified of getting pregnant!”
“yeah, well…” she pulled a hairpin out of her hair, pressed it into the inner workings of the cuffs and slipped out of them. “…I’m not most people.”
He didn’t notice the way she curled her hand protectively over her belly for the rest of the day.
Wow yes!
comedeepinside:
Vanessa had been dating Guy for about two weeks. Long enough for her to decide he would make an excellent donor. He was strong, handsome and had a cock that used to make her cross her legs when she thought about it.
“what’s something you’ve never tried?” she asked playfully. “Sexually, I mean?”
He blushed a little, coughed into his hand uncomfortably. “Um… handcuffs.”
“Handcuffs? As in, you being handcuffed…?”
“No, I’d like… to have a partner wearing… handcuffs.” He shifted, his legs spreading in his chair. Vanessa’s eyes dipped to the growing lump in his pants.
“I’ve never had a partner take me bareback.” She lied. Her cheeks blushed fiercely and her pussy burned.
“Really?” his eyebrows shot up. “Never?”
“Never.”
There was a pause.
“I tell you what…” Vanessa rocked on her heels, hands behind her back. “I’ll let you use handcuffs on me if you fuck me bare.”
He didn’t speak. He stood, walked across to her and took her into his arms, kissing her passionately, kissing up and down her neck. She backed into the bedroom, kicking off her shoes.
She walked to her dresser and pulled out a set of steel handcuffs, the real deal. “Okay.” she said, “Just so you know, I practice taking these off for fun. There is no actual key. These come off when I want.”
“So you’re an escape artist, too?” He was already naked, his proud cock bouncing softly with blood pressure. She felt a little dizzy with lust as she took off her t-shirt and slid off her jeans, walking to her bed. She lay back and slipped her arms through the bars at the foot of the bed, looping the cuffs’ long chain through them before snapping them closed on her wrists with a crisp crick.
Oh, V. she thought to herself. What have you gotten yourself into?
Guy knelt on the mattress and took hold of V’s ankle. His fingertips, so rough from work, trailed slowly up the pale skin of her calf, lazily circling her knee.
“You really want me bareback?” he asked. He couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Yes.” Vanessa looked at his cock, still throbbing. “I want you to fill me to the brim.” His cock jumped a little higher as he scooted over between her milky-white legs to stare down at her smooth pussy, now glowing pinks and reds, her slight outer lips parting gently and glistening with anticipation, the fine crimson folds within calling to him.
He took his cock and rubbed it back and forth over her clit, making her writhe and gasp. “Say that again,” he said softly.
“I want you to fill me to the brim. I need to feel you come inside me.” Saying it out loud made her womb ache with need. She began moving her hips in slow circles and whimpering softly. “Please…. Guy… fill me up…”
He took his cock and pushed forward, and Vanessa shuddered and let out a low wail as she felt her sensitive entrance stretch to fit his big, veiny cock, felt the pressure in different places as the curve of his cock raked her walls. Her hands instinctively jerked up to grasp his arms, found only air.
“Oh fuck… Vanessa…” Guy throbbed inside her pussy, so close already from her wicked words and her bare cunt and the furnace he had sunk into up to his balls. He held still for a moment, and she lay beneath him, so achingly full that she felt like a butterfly pinned to a board.
How long did they lie there like that? Time follows it’s own laws during sex. His hands roamed her breasts, teasing the pale pink nipples to hard pebbles, dragging fingertips across her face, her neck, her collarbone. Finally, when Guy knew he could pull back from that velvet tunnel and not immediately spill his load, he began to fuck in long, slow, deep thrusts, letting Vanessa feel every inch of him. He would pull out until only the thick crown of his cock rested inside her, bouncing slightly, teasing her, before sliding so deep she felt it press into the entrance to her womb. he watched entranced as her lips spread wide around the thickness of him, her gentle inner lips raking over the length of him as he pulled back, disappearing as he slid forward.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…. oh my god, your cock is amazing…” Vanessa moaned, grinning fiercely. It was happening. She was going to be a mother.
He was wordlessly moaning as he thrust into her, working up a lather as he fucked deeper, deeper still. He was beyond thought, lost in the ecstacy of planting his seed. Every thrust sent jolts through her pussy lips and clit, every pound seemed to make her walls tighten. He fell silent, and thrust faster in silence as he felt hard as stone… and then he was hoarsely screaming her name as he erupted inside her, hot splashes of come that fired again and again and again inside her, and her last coherent thought was that he was impregnating her… sending her spiralling off into shrill, shrieking orgasm, her cunt clamping down around his wildly spurting cock.
As his breathing returned to normal, he pulled his softening cock back and watched entranced as his thick white cream flowed from her.
“I can’t believe you let me do that…” he said. “Most people are terrified of getting pregnant!”
“yeah, well…” she pulled a hairpin out of her hair, pressed it into the inner workings of the cuffs and slipped out of them. “…I’m not most people.”
He didn’t notice the way she curled her hand protectively over her belly for the rest of the day.
Wow yes!
