The Baby Maker's Club

By: Penny Wylder


I start bobbing up and down on his cock, taking a bit more each time, then pausing to swirl my tongue around the head and taste the precum pooling there. The muscles in his stomach clench, and he hisses through his teeth. I don’t know this man, not even his name, but I’ve never wanted to please a man more than I do right now.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good on my cock,” he says.

I look up at him to watch his face, and he’s looking back at me. His eyes are glazed over with lust. He’s more animal than man right now. I can tell he wants to rip my hands away and shove that giant cock down my throat. It’s taking all of his restraint not to do that. I want that, though. I want to gag on him, to choke on it.

I pull off of him and lick his salty wetness from my lips. “Fuck my face.”

His eyebrows raise. “Are you sure? The length of my dick is longer than your throat.”

“I want it,” I say, practically begging.

He doesn’t hesitate again. I open my mouth and he pushes his perfect cock past my lips. He’s right. He’s too big. He’s only halfway down my throat when I start to gag.

He pulls out quickly, and I gasp for air. He gives me a few seconds to catch my breath before pushing back into my mouth. We do this several times before my gag reflex settles. I’m able to take more and more of him each time. I breathe through my nose while he fucks my mouth. Even after getting used to his length, I’m only able to take a little more than half of him at a time.

He pulls out of my mouth suddenly, and the look on his face is pained. “What’s wrong?” I say.

“I don’t want to come just yet.”

He leans over and kisses me. His mouth smells like my pussy. Two of his fingers slide back into me.

“God, you’re so wet,” he says.

“I want you,” I breathe. “Please fuck me.”

His smile spreads across his face. “Trust me, I will.”

I can tell he wants to wait so he doesn’t come too fast, but he’s struggling as much as I am.

He lays on top of me, rubs himself against me and lets out a frustrated groan. He then grabs his dick and guides it into me in one strong, fluid motion. I gasp as I’m filled to capacity. I wasn’t ready for his huge cock, how deep he plunges inside of me. It’s almost uncomfortable at first, but as he glides in and out of my silky folds, I become accustomed to him and pleasure explodes through me.

He ploughs into me, hard and fast. I’m being stretched as far as my body will allow, and I ride on the cusp of pleasure and pain.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he tells me urgently. Before I can even react, he’s pulled out and flipped me over as if I weigh nothing.

Then he’s holding my hips and plunging into me from behind. My scream echoes through the room, and my second orgasm rips through me without warning. I don’t even have time to think or recover before he grabs a fistful of my hair and starts roughly fucking me doggy-style.

He slaps my ass. The quick burst of pain startles me at first and threatens yet another orgasm.

I’ve never had a man take charge this way before. I’ve had guys slap my ass then ask if that was okay, taking all the fun out of it. But this stranger takes what he wants and seems to know how far he can take me to the edge without going over.

He pulls out, leaving me hollow. He pushes my head to the mattress, my ass in the air and gives me a thorough spanking. Every time his hand lands on my ass, my pussy clenches and my juices slide down my leg.

He spreads my folds open with the tips of my finger. “Goddamn, that’s a perfect pussy. So pink and wet,” he says. He bends over and licks me from behind, his tongue trailing from my clit all the way to my asshole. He spreads my cheeks too and licks that entrance as well. I’m too turned on to be nervous or embarrassed about the sudden attention to that forbidden place. I’ve abandoned every inhibition and thought for this stranger.

“I’m going to fuck my seed deep into you,” he says and slams his cock back into me.

In this position, I can look down my body, and I see my breasts hanging, jostling with each of his thrusts, his balls slapping against me, and the mixture of our juices dripping down and leaving a wet spot on the sheets under us.

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