Meanwhile my hands explore her, moving from her ass to her waist to her tits and neck and then back again. She’s thirty-three on paper but she still has the tight fucking body of an eighteen-year-old. Healthy and feminine. Skinny but soft and supple.
With my thumb I spread her wetness over her clit and rub it as she inhales.
“Oh, fuck, Chad,” she gasps when she has to breathe. “I love your fucking cock.”
“My cock loves your pussy, Clee.”
“Fuck me, Chad, fuck my cunt,” she begs. “Take me. Call me a whore.”
“Fucking whore,” I growl. “Fucking cum-slut.”
Taking charge, I turn and roll us onto her back on the sofa. She locks her ankles behind my ass and her arms around my back, groaning as I put my tongue back in her mouth.
For a while we enjoy some gentle rocking. I feel her pussy around my cock, her tits on my chest, the taste of her mouth, the sounds of her sighs and moans and whines.
Soon, though, I feel the climax approaching.
So it’s time to give her what she wants.
“I’m gonna cum, bitch,” I snarl. “Look in my fucking eyes.”
“Give it to me,” she begs.
“Shut the fuck up, whore,” I order.
I raise my chin and look down at her; she lowers hers and looks up at me.
Now I pound her hard, grunting “fucking whore” or “fucking cunt” through my clenched teeth with every thrust.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cries, her pitch rising higher and higher.
She’s faking it but I don’t care.
I’m not faking it.
She wants a house, a trust fund, health insurance. She wants her debts paid. She wants candlelit dinners in Michelin restaurants, luxurious spa treatments in five star resorts. She wants to prance around in fashionable places wearing name-brand bags and shoes and dresses.
This is just practice, but the real deal is not far off. She’s gonna take my seed and give me a baby. She’s gonna nurse it and love it and do her best to raise a happy, successful child for me. She won’t fake any of that.
I cram myself in one last time, as deep as I can go. She lifts herself to me, pulling me in with her ankles. Millions of my sperm invade her womb, and she welcomes them hungrily.
Shivering together, we look into each other’s souls, elevating each other beyond our mere humanity, fulfilling our biological purposes, the meaning of our lives, achieving our truest animal nature.
“Fuck!” I pant.
“Fuck!” she squeals.
Then it’s over. My body collapses on her, exhausted.
“You’re fucking amazing, Cleopatra,” I sigh. “Let’s do that again sometime.”
“Anytime you want,” she promises.
Sitting up, I look down at her. She covers her tits with her hands but her legs are still spread around me. I swipe her pussy with my thumb and taste us.
“Good. Clean my dick off”
“With what?”
“Your mouth, ideally.”
“Oh! Wow, you really do think I’m a whore, don’t you?”
“I appreciate the difference between the girlfriend experience from a whore and the whore experience from a girlfriend.”
“That’s a good line,” she smiles.
“That’s why I say it so often. Come on.”
She sits up and slides around to do her work.
“Give me a baby, Cleopatra Jackson,” I tell her, my hand on her head as she licks and sucks her cunt juice off my dick. “Love it and feed it. Change its diapers and care for it when it’s sick. Send it to school, make sure it’s safe and healthy and strong and hardworking. If you find a good father-figure, suck his dick to keep him around. Make him feel like an honored man.”
“I will, Chad,” she promises, sitting up. “I will do my best.”
I pull her in for a deep kiss, tasting our love.
“Go upstairs now. Clean up. Rest up. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Yes sir.”
I watch her put her clothes back on. We’ve messed her hair up.
“Aren’t you getting dressed too?”
“I will. I want to see you kiss my dick one more time first.”
“You can’t get enough, can you?” she laughs, kneeling.
“Lick my balls.”
“You want me to suck you off?”
“No. Not this time. I just wanted to see you down there again. You look so pretty smiling at my cock.”
“I really do like it,” she coos.
“Good. You should go now though. The other ladies are waiting.”
Standing up, I pull up my pants.
“They’re gonna know what we did.”
“They’re gonna be jealous of you.”
“I hope so. What if you like one of them even more than me?”
“I’ll send her up too.
“Oh, sounds fun. But Chad?”
“Clee.”
“As long as we’re together, if there’s any way I can please you better….”
“I’ll let you know. And you let me know whatever you need or want.”
“I want a baby.”
“And you want to be taken care of for the rest of your life.”
“That would be nice too,” she laughs. “But years from now, when someone asks who was the best you ever had, I want to be the answer.”
“Well.” I kiss her, then turn her around and smack her ass to move her toward the door, “You’re winning today so far. Let’s see what happens later.”
She prances out, swinging her hips, smiling over her shoulder as I watch.
A few moments later, my personal assistant returns.
“I told you,” she says.
“Not bad,” I admit. “Got any more like her?”
“Not quite. They don’t make many like her. But maybe you’ll like one or two of them anyway.”
“Who’s next then?”