bed with two cocks in her.
And why shouldn’t she? She probably would never have the opportunity again to be ravished by two such handsome and competent lovers. The men performed exquisitely and the sex was beyond fantastic. That first night alone she achieved six climaxes in their three-hour marathon and Stuart to her surprise kept coming and coming. Four in all, she believed. In the following days, everyone’s libido diminished, though on their last day, she still managed three climaxes and Stuart, two—not bad for a forty-year-old billionaire.
She would be sorry to see it end, but end, it must. As much sperm as Stuart had deposited in her womb, she would be surprised if she wasn’t carrying their child. She smiled, remembering her consolation prize would be the baby she dreamed about.
Chapter Six – Aftermath
Back home in Vegas, she slept for sixteen hours. At first, she attributed her weariness to six energetically charged days of highflying sex with two virile stallions. But when she woke her breasts felt sore and nipples were extra sensitive. In addition, she felt a little queasy when she had a cup of coffee and a bit to eat. At the hotel, the next day she asked a couple of women who had children and they both said she had early symptoms of pregnancy.
She felt ambivalent. She would be pleased to be pregnant so easily, but she wasn’t quite ready to give up her hot new sex life. With no alternatives, she resolved to wait the ten days after their torrid lovemaking until her personal curse fell due.
* * * *
Michelle entered Dana’s office. Without saying a word, she walked up to his desk and plopped down in one of the chairs. As usual, she was dressed and fixed up sexy, just short of ‘trampsville,’ in a short pleated coral skirt, a half buttoned coral and powder blue floral blouse, sans bra. Being a betting man, he’d be willing to lay five to one odds, she forgot to wear panties—on purpose—this morning.
She waved her hands as if frustrated. “Finally, I have you back. I hope they left some of you for me.”
She was on edge and he loved it. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll always have some for you. You’ll see when we get together later.”
She uncrossed her legs and the light from the window wall behind him lit the underside of her skirt. He smiled as the light exposed her feminine folds to his scrutiny.
She smiled when she noticed him observing her. She rose and sashayed around his desk. “Fuck later. Darling I was climbing the walls for a solid week while you and Stu screwed the piss out of your Fallon.” As he swung the executive chair in her direction, she edged in between his legs. “My cunt is dripping for your cock right now.” As she leaned over to unzip his fly, one lovely breast fell out from behind her blouse. Ignoring it, she extracted his half-rigid, growing shaft and knelt.
He thought she was going to suck on it, but she stroked it to hardness, then rose. He wondered what she had planned and likely, she didn’t know either.
“Unbutton your shirt,” She demanded. As he followed her directive, she rolled a condom, she happened to have with her, down his throbbing hardness. Then she stood, unmoving, looking at his executive chair for a good fifteen seconds. Finally, she held her skirt up and like a contortionist, managed to slip one of her gorgeous legs through each of the rectangular shaped openings formed between the chair arm and seat. Ensconced in the chair, her juicy twat hovering over his erection, his pulse raced as she reached a hand down between them and grabbed his cock. Aiming the crown so it rested at the rim of her deep well, she closed her eyes and languorously lowered herself upon it. As she hit bottom—or was it top—she gasped.
The blissful sensation as his cock entered her slippery, womanly haven, curled his toes and nearly took his breath away. Muscles deep inside her channel tightened around him, as she moved to and fro taking his
And why shouldn’t she? She probably would never have the opportunity again to be ravished by two such handsome and competent lovers. The men performed exquisitely and the sex was beyond fantastic. That first night alone she achieved six climaxes in their three-hour marathon and Stuart to her surprise kept coming and coming. Four in all, she believed. In the following days, everyone’s libido diminished, though on their last day, she still managed three climaxes and Stuart, two—not bad for a forty-year-old billionaire.
She would be sorry to see it end, but end, it must. As much sperm as Stuart had deposited in her womb, she would be surprised if she wasn’t carrying their child. She smiled, remembering her consolation prize would be the baby she dreamed about.
Chapter Six – Aftermath
Back home in Vegas, she slept for sixteen hours. At first, she attributed her weariness to six energetically charged days of highflying sex with two virile stallions. But when she woke her breasts felt sore and nipples were extra sensitive. In addition, she felt a little queasy when she had a cup of coffee and a bit to eat. At the hotel, the next day she asked a couple of women who had children and they both said she had early symptoms of pregnancy.
She felt ambivalent. She would be pleased to be pregnant so easily, but she wasn’t quite ready to give up her hot new sex life. With no alternatives, she resolved to wait the ten days after their torrid lovemaking until her personal curse fell due.
* * * *
Michelle entered Dana’s office. Without saying a word, she walked up to his desk and plopped down in one of the chairs. As usual, she was dressed and fixed up sexy, just short of ‘trampsville,’ in a short pleated coral skirt, a half buttoned coral and powder blue floral blouse, sans bra. Being a betting man, he’d be willing to lay five to one odds, she forgot to wear panties—on purpose—this morning.
She waved her hands as if frustrated. “Finally, I have you back. I hope they left some of you for me.”
She was on edge and he loved it. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll always have some for you. You’ll see when we get together later.”
She uncrossed her legs and the light from the window wall behind him lit the underside of her skirt. He smiled as the light exposed her feminine folds to his scrutiny.
She smiled when she noticed him observing her. She rose and sashayed around his desk. “Fuck later. Darling I was climbing the walls for a solid week while you and Stu screwed the piss out of your Fallon.” As he swung the executive chair in her direction, she edged in between his legs. “My cunt is dripping for your cock right now.” As she leaned over to unzip his fly, one lovely breast fell out from behind her blouse. Ignoring it, she extracted his half-rigid, growing shaft and knelt.
He thought she was going to suck on it, but she stroked it to hardness, then rose. He wondered what she had planned and likely, she didn’t know either.
“Unbutton your shirt,” She demanded. As he followed her directive, she rolled a condom, she happened to have with her, down his throbbing hardness. Then she stood, unmoving, looking at his executive chair for a good fifteen seconds. Finally, she held her skirt up and like a contortionist, managed to slip one of her gorgeous legs through each of the rectangular shaped openings formed between the chair arm and seat. Ensconced in the chair, her juicy twat hovering over his erection, his pulse raced as she reached a hand down between them and grabbed his cock. Aiming the crown so it rested at the rim of her deep well, she closed her eyes and languorously lowered herself upon it. As she hit bottom—or was it top—she gasped.
The blissful sensation as his cock entered her slippery, womanly haven, curled his toes and nearly took his breath away. Muscles deep inside her channel tightened around him, as she moved to and fro taking his
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