One Fine Day
Chapter 6
Mark recalled briefly the time he met them, and his cock throbbed harder. They were at a hotel on the North Shore of Sydney harbor, in one of the dark ubiquitous conference rooms of hotels worldwide. Anne was speaking on the subject of creating an Allen array further out, perhaps as far as a valley in the Flinders range. The slide behind her showed possible sites, mapping out radio silence areas. Anne recognized Mark in the front row as a fellow scientist, and directed various points to him as she spoke. Rebecca, standing off to the side to scan the audience had noticed him as well, and took a seat next to him. When he smiled a welcome to her, she leaned her head toward him, and slipped him her card. “I know she’d love to meet you when she’s done.” He nodded yes to her.
Then out of the corner of his eye he saw her sniff the air, and her head turned back towards him. “Oh my,” she whispered. “I didn’t know you were one of them.”
He nodded again as she began to stare. This happened sometimes, when a woman was particularly ripe for the plucking, perhaps right at the peak of her fertility. In just moments she could well be useless for anything until he’d taken her. Damn, and he wanted to focus on Dr. Gordon’s speech. He placed his arm around her hip and pulled her in next to him. She swooned in, her head rested on his broad shoulder. Her hand rested in his lap, and she might have done something if he hadn’t whispered to her, “I want to hear this. Relax and be calm, and I promise we’ll have some time together later.”
She snuggled in closer. “Thank you gorgeous,” she whispered sexily.
When next Anne’s eyes roved across the audience, she paused as she caught his. He had no choice but to shrug his free shoulder. Rebecca sighed and encircled him.
Afterward, outside the conference room, Mark hung back until the other participants were done talking to Dr. Gordon. Rebecca was trying to use the time to jam her tongue in his ear and hump him in the hallway. He’d already had to move his hands off her ass where she’d placed them, and she was rubbing her full breasts into him. “She wants to meet you, so badly,” Rebecca explained. “She wants to talk about how you were able to double your, your already massive signal strength. She wants to intertwine your scopes with ours, have you fill in our gaps. Ohh.” she shuddered in what had to be a small orgasm, just from kissing his neck.
Luckily Dr. Gordon approached to save him. “I am so terribly sorry,” she apologized, pulling the mewing blonde off of him. “We didn’t even think about this. I couldn’t imagine, she’d—”
“It’s perfectly fine. I need to apologize myself. With the flight and the time shift I haven’t had a chance to shower in a couple of days. I must be especially ripe. Perhaps we can find someplace away from all this?”
The tiny blonde looked up at him. Her eyes were a shade of blue so bright they almost glowed. I was hoping to see a few more seminars today. But we have a suite reserved for conferring. It should be fairly quiet this evening.” She gave him a room number and a time. “Any suggestions for dealing with our PR person here? I was hoping to get some work out of her today.”
Rebecca was biting her lips and trying to hold herself back. Her nipples were hard through her blouse. The sunlight from the hall lit up her yellow hair, and her clear skin shone smoothly. Her perfect bow lips opened, as she began breathing the air around him. “Jeez, again, I’m real sorry about this,” he said. “Sometimes some women... The best thing to do is have her go outside and get some fresh air. It’ll help. But I’m afraid she’s going to be locked into this physical cycle until I——you know. Look, if I can borrow her around 3:30, what’s that, a couple of hours from now, for about an hour or so, she should be fairly normal after that. I’ll need to——repeat the procedure a few times later, until she’s done.”
Dr. Gordon looked at the wriggling bit of jelly that until recently was assisting her. Mark couldn’t read what was going on behind her impassive blue eyes and little pixie face. Despite his smell, she wasn’t being affected. But if he could smell the scent of arousal Rebecca was exuding, it was obvious Anne could as well. He took charge of the moment.
“Here’s my room key, room 1215. I’ll be there at 3:30.” And he strode off towards the next seminar, determined to stand well away from anyone else, but excited at the prospect of spearing this hot, Australian, big-titted blonde soon. He wondered if she was a screamer, calling out his name in that cute accent she had. He focussed back in on a proposal to link a number of telescopes in a longitudinal array.
When the appointed hour rolled around, he stepped up to the wide door of his suite, slipped his room key into the door and entered. Through the window, Sydney was laid spread out before him. Across the harbor he could see the Opera House, and to the right the arch of the harbor bridge. The door to the bedroom was closed. He called out, “Rebecca? You here?” He realized how ripe he was, how strongly he smelled. Perhaps she wasn’t here yet. He opened the door.
“Holy crap!” He stopped in shock. Rebecca was indeed there, waiting for him on the maroon cover of the bed, pillows piled behind her. But it would have been hard for her to speak with the ball gag jammed between her cherry lips. She was, in fact, bound in a leather corset chased in red velvet. A red and black velvet mask was over her face covering her eyes, but leaving her hair spilling out the top in two pigtails. Her arms were bound behind her back, spilling her large, white, pink nippled breasts forward over the top of the corset. Her ankles were spread apart by a leather-wrapped pole attached to leather ankle-cuffs. Her wet, open gash was bright red, as if she’d been spanked, right on her sex. Her pussy was shaved, which was a pity, he liked some soft curls downstairs. Her nipples were also hard and pink, and Mark noticed fine gold rings piercing each nipple. A tiny thread was tied between the rings, and a little note dangled from it. This was not the sort of rig you went out and purchased in a couple of hours, let alone locked yourself into. This was made specifically for the hot blonde bound and propped open before him.
Rebecca’s nose was twitching as he leaned forward. He ran his hand just above her skin, close enough for her to desire his touch, but just enough of a gap for her to get no satisfaction. He tried to read the bondage-wear. The leather against her skin meant she was the one being disciplined. The covering in velvet meant her owner enjoyed smoothness, enjoyed the plushness of Rebecca’s large breasts, the soft, full ass. The bar between her legs meant she was allowed no modesty. He breathed on her open sex, and let the scent of her waft into his nose. He lifted the bar roughly. Yes, on the underside, sturdy rings. The bar could be hung or pulleyed upwards. Her arms, bound from behind, meant she often spent time with her ass in the air. But—yes, there were rings on the side of the corset for clipping her arms to her side.
He lightly grasped the gold nipple-rings and pulled extending her cerise nipples. “Come forward,” he ordered, and she leaned forward from the pillows against the headboard. The pillows meant this was ultimately for play, not pain. Good. Mark had met women who enjoyed real pain, humiliation, lacerations etc. and it turned him off. He unclipped the leather cuffs on her wrists, and attached them to her sides. He came to her legs, grabbed her ankles above the bar, and pulled her firmly toward the base of the bed. She squeaked at the sudden movement, and he was delighted that her squeak had an accent. She lay flat on the maroon cover, the black of the leather and white of her skin setting off nicely. He lifted the bar back past her hips so her knees were up, and again put his nose to her scent, and gave her a thick lick, followed by a full tongue penetration. She came hard, surprising him with the fury of it, clamping her pussy down onto him in waves. It was shocking to him, obviously surprising her. He could hear her biting down hard on the ball in her mouth.
As she settled out of it, getting her breathing back, He stood and undressed. He took his time with it, allowing her a chance to drink in the sounds of his clothes coming off. Finally, naked in the bright afternoon light, he came to her head, His cock was now hard, and he trailed it on her cheek, drooling a bit of clear liquid from it. Her nose went crazy from the scent. “Be silent,” he ordered her, and removed her ball gag. Straddling her face so that he was surveying her body, he pulled her jaw down, and placed his testicles to her open mouth. She softly sucked them in, and gently tongued him. He settled down so that her nose was directly behind his sac, where his musky smell was the strongest. She shuddered in delight at the scent. His now rock-hard cock stood on her chin, pointing towards the valley it would soon be entering.
“Well, this is comfy,” he informed her. “Now, for this note. Let’s see who owns you.” her mouth shuddered around his balls. He lifted the thick piece of cotton paper from between her breasts, the threads tautening and lifting her nipples. Best to do it in one motion. He yanked at the thread which pulled hard on her nipple rings before parting.
“Eeeh!” she squeaked again, before moaning back around his testicles.
“That feels interesting,” he informed her. “You may moan softly.” Which she did, humming against his soft skin, cradling his family jewels. The licking and kissing were so delicate. She obviously wanted the contents of his balls, his wonderful sperm up inside of her. And here was the precious source.
Mark read to himself. She is damned useless to me. Could you please fuck some sense back into her? Use her how you will. I will join you when I can. P.S. Do not shower!
It was obvious from the note that she was owned by the small, blonde Dr. G. “Well,” he spoke to Rebecca. “Your mistress is used to getting her way.” He imagined her barging in on them, anticipating his and Rebecca’s completion. She would order Rebecca to mount his face and suck him hard for her use. She would expect him to lay docilely eating her slave while she used his spike for her own satisfaction, making out with the big-titted blonde, having her own nipples on her little apple breasts tweaked as she came.
He mounded Rebecca’s large breasts while he imagined another scenario. One where the small doctor was on her knees, begging for his permission to suck on him, followed by his holding the back of her platinum blonde head while he unloaded down her throat. He was used to getting his way, too.
He gave Rebecca’s nipples a twist as he spoke to her. “Your mistress has given you to me. I will be using you firmly, but fairly. Obey me without hesitation, and I will use you well. Disobey my orders, and you will never be fulfilled. Do you understand?” She moaned her assent, her desire. He yanked at her breasts, slapping them, twisting them. He sat up, his wet testes sliding up out her mouth. “You, like that, don’t you. You like me being rough with your big tits, don’t you.”
“Yesss,” she moaned.
“You have nice tits. Big tits. Perfect tits for fucking. Perfect for me to pull on your rings, and slide my cock between your big tits. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, please.”
“You’re a blonde, big-titted, fucking machine. As soon as you smelled me you knew you were mine to fuck. Mine to fuck and mine to wipe my cum on. A big-titted blonde who had to fuck, for me to fuck.”
“Yes, please fuck me. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Yes you will.” Her accent, her desire to be fucked, her blind naked sex, all were turning him on. Mark had maneuvered himself so that he was now straddling her body, further pinning her arms to her sides. His cock was nestled between her breasts, and starting to ooze liquid onto her skin. He pulled the rings upward, forming a white valley of titflesh for his cock to slide between. He didn’t want to pull too hard, and instead mounded her tits upward, just holding the rings upward with his fingers. She was damp with sweat, and it was like sliding along white, wet velvet. He wiped some up of the sticky liquid mixed with her sweat, and rubbed it on her lips, right under her nose. “I will use your big tits for my own pleasure, and when I want I will take whatever else I want—” he reached back and slid a finger into her wet cunt “—for my own pleasure.”
She groaned at his touch.
“On the other hand,” he withdrew his fingers, “That’s what your mistress does to you isn’t it? She teases, you, and binds you up, and uses you for her own pleasure, doesn’t she? And when she’s done, then she lets you come. But I—well I’m stronger than your mistress, aren’t I? I have something she can’t give you.” He kneeled forward, rising above her face. He drew his cock along her face, past her nose, and down over her lower lip, resting it finally on her neck.
“You weren’t always a big-titted blonde fucking machine, were you? She had to seduce you didn’t she? Feel you out. Make you hers slowly, over time.” He slid his cock back up, and finally into her wet, waiting mouth, where she clamped her lips over it, drinking the pre-cum and grunting. The suction of her wet mouth felt so good. “But one whiff of me, and you belonged to me. I have already taken your mind. Soon I will take your body, and you will be mine forever.”
He continued, “I’m guessing she sometimes lends you out to friends, or brings in men she likes to give you some cock. She does that doesn’t she?”
Rebecca nodded, the blank face of the velvet mask impassive but for her red lips clamped onto his member. He reached out and grabbed her pigtails, pulling her head a touch closer.
“And sometimes she straps on some rubber toy and slides it into you doesn’t she?”
Another nod.
“Does she hits you in the face with it? Or on the tits or ass”
Nod around cock.
“And sometimes she slides it into your ass, doesn’t she?”
Nod and moan.
“Well I’m going to do something more to you, and you know it, don’t you? I’m going to take my cock—” he slid it out of her mouth, “—and I’m going to fuck your breasts—” and he slid it wetly again for a few strokes between her mounded tits, “—and I’m going to continue going down until I’m between your spread legs—” He dragged his cock over her clit. “—And I am going to fuck you hard!” And jabbing into her he proceeded to.
“Oh, yes! Oh yes, Oh God!” she gasped.
“You know why you were so ready to be mine. You know why you were so ready to serve me. Because your body was ready for me. You know what will happen. You know when I come I will fill you with my seed. I am going to fuck you, and I will fill you with my child, and you will be bound to me forever. Whatever else happens in your life, you will always be my slave.” He jammed into her each word. “My—big—titted—blonde—fuck—slave!”
She was babbling incoherently, her mind stripped away by her body’s need, by her raw sexual desire.
“You no longer belong to her. You belong to me. You will bear my children, and you will call me Master.” He fucked her in rhythm to his words. “Do You Un Der Stand?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Yes, Master!”
“Ohhh, yes Master! Yes master!”
He pumped her in hard rhythm, just about there himself. “Then. You. Will. Come!” As he sprayed his seed into her as a long, hot spray, she clamped herself around him and came so hard her back arched and her shoulders shot off the bed.
“Oh, please Master yes Master. Oh, Master, yes! Yes!”
He continued to pump himself into her as her orgasms slowly tapered off. He whispered instructions to her about how she would help him ensnare her former Mistress, and make her his slave as well.
“Yes, Master,” she continued to whisper to each of his orders. She continued whispering it as he pulled his wet cock out of her. She continued whispering it as she sucked and licked him clean. “Yes, Master, Yes, Master, Yes, Master.”
Apparently there were some additional shackles under the bed. The good little doctor had brought along some extra equipment to bind him up with when she came. Rebecca revealed her former Mistress’s plans. Rebecca was indeed to fuck him into a stupor before she came in to have her way.
Mark called room service, with his own plans in place.
When Anne came to the room a hour later, she was presented with an odd tableau. The room was massively thick with the smell of the rutting couple, They were still at it, but Rebecca was on her hands and knees with a tea service and a plate of cucumber sandwiches on her back. Her mask was removed, and her hair undone from the tails. It now hung like a blonde waterfall covering her face. Mark was behind her, slowly sliding his enormous cock in and out of the curvy blonde, her tits hanging fully beneath her like ripe fruit.
“Ah, doctor, please sit down.” He motioned to a comfy, stuffed chair near Rebecca’s head. “I set you a spot at the——well at the head of the table, as it were. I was just having a snack, waiting for you to join us. Tea? Sandwich?”
“Thank you.” She took the seat, and the cup of tea offered her, adding sugar. As was the way with the thick Ceylonese tea Aussies drink, it already had milk added. She took quick sip, followed by another. It tasted excellent.
“I do have to thank you for your hospitality. I’d always heard Aussie tucker was terrible, but I think the spread here,” indicating the girl’s back, “tasted completely—Bonzer.” He could see the doctor’s eyes linger over his cock as it slid under Rebecca’s white ass.
“I’m glad you appreciate it. Anything for a guest.” She took another long sip of the tea, before putting the cup on her slave’s back. Perhaps it was the smell of the room or the length of the day behind her, but she felt out of her depth. This wasn’t how she expected it. She was looking for a fun sexual conquest of the Hawai’ian goat, followed by some cozy deals for access to U.S. sites before she let him go. Instead, here she was watching in fascination his big blue-veined cock sliding in and out of his slave. She’d known he was a special, and had had fun with a couple of specials before. Most women in the sciences had. But this man...Her head was swimming.
“Please,” he indicated, “It’s a little warm in here. And I’m sure by this time we’re all friends. If you’d like to remove your clothes, Rebecca’s said she’s already ready to serve you.”
“Serve me, yes, of course.” she stood and disrobed. The smell was so thick in here. She’d known she was going to be having sex. Why did this feel odd? She unbuttoned her blouse, and unclipped her skirt. She removed her underwear, but still had on her shoes and brassiere. He was calling the shots. Yes, that was not what she’d planned.
The scent of her slave being fucked was so strong. She felt muzzy, but attempted to maintain control. She sat back onto the chair and pulled Rebecca’s head into her lap, where her tongue began to slowly lick between her thighs. His hips slowly pistoned back and forth, revealing how long Mark’s cock really was. That scent of bodies, of fucking bodies. More tea, perhaps. The caffeine...
“I wanted to talk to you about forming an alliance,” he opened. We’ve had some overlap in the projects we’ve been working on, those glamorous, sexy projects that each of our governments would love to be the first into.”
She loved the way he said “sexy,” so drawn out, American. More tea. Good tea. Off Rebecca’s back. Sliding so smoothly back and forth.
“We all have the same goals when it come to setting up a farside station on the moon.”
The way he stroked Rebecca’s white ass when he said “moon.”
“We both know we’re trying to reach the far side before the Eastern Bloc.” On “far side” he reached around the table’s leg and stroked its clit, causing it to shudder slightly. The plates clattered gently before she resumed stability.
Rebecca’s yellow head was pressed firmly into the little platinum doctor’s muff. The room was swimming more strongly than before. She drained her cup. There was still something wrong about this that she wasn’t clueing in on.
“More tea?” he asked politely. He had been slowly maneuvering the moaning Rebecca closer into the chair as he fucked her. Now they were in position.
“Please.” She tried to maintain her composure, but could feel her body start to betray her. She wanted him tied on his back, and she wanted that cock inside. “Two sugars, heavy cream.”
“Certainly.” He added the sugar, poured the cream, and, “I also added what we call in America a ‘flavor shot.’ You seemed to enjoy it. Rebecca, tighten.”
Anne could feel the slave girl tighten her body as he fucked her harder. Oh no, he wasn’t going to—
Mark pulled out of the girl and stroked himself, like one of the old time pornos, so that he came, not on the girl’s back but into a spare saucer. He spooned the semen into the tea and stirred, finally placing the new cup before his guest.
The smell hit Anne like a sixteen tonne weight. That was what made the tea taste so good. She felt herself stiffen, and against her will came lightly on Rebecca’s tongue.
She realized Mark was talking as she regained her composure. “Thank you Rebecca, that was well done. Anne, unless you want what’s left on the saucer, perhaps you’d offer it to Rebecca. She’s also developed a taste for my cum.”
Anne sat looking at the cup of tea and the pearlescent remains in the little plate. She picked it up.
“That’s good. You can smell it if you like.” Indeed there was a scent, like desires fulfilled. Like a good rutting on a summer’s day. Almost against her will it came up to her nose, her tongue was reaching out...
“No, I—this isn’t what I wanted.” The plate dropped from her fingers, landing face-up on the thick carpet.
“Rebecca,” Mark called out calmly, and Anne felt something soft close around her ankles. He feet were shackled to the chair. Mark stood, stepped around the slave girl licking at the plate, and pulled Anne’s hand’s behind her. He was easily twice her mass, and there was no hope of escape. He reached under the chair, and withdrew fur-lined handcuffs that had been meant for him, and efficiently clicked her wrists together behind her back.
He neatly cleared Rebecca’s back, placing the items on a side table. She stood and stretched. “Well done,” he complimented her, and kissed her deeply in front of his naked prisoner. He cupped Rebecca’s large breasts and rubbed her nipples.
“Thank you Master. How may I serve you next?”
“Master?” Anne spluttered. “Slave, release me at once!” It was obvious from her tone she was used to obedience from the younger woman.
Mark warned her, “Unless you want to taste that ball gag, you’ll keep a civil tongue. She belongs to me, as will you soon enough. You can only resist so long before you offer your cunt up to me. You’ve already tasted me, smelled me. You are genetically programmed to respond to me. The only question is how much pain you’ll put yourself through before you submit. Now some people—” he pulled Rebecca’s ring gently “—enjoy a bit of pain. My thought is that you don’t I also think that when you break, it will be completely. When you submit, it will be completely.
“Rebecca, stand in front of her, not so close she can bite, but close enough for her to smell you. In fact—” He ran a silken cord from the stash of gear around the back of the chair, binding Anne’s shoulders. “The arms of the chair should support your weight. Please put your knees on the arms and back that lovely little box of yours up to her face. Good.
“Now, Doctor, I’m sure this young woman has done a complete and thorough survey with her tongue of every square centimeter of your body. But I will lay money down that you’ve rarely, if ever, done the same for her. Am I right, Rebecca?”
“Yes Master. She only licked me when I was particularly good, and then only quickly.”
“That, my dear doctor, is the cunt of an obedient girl. I think it smells pretty good, myself. I’d be honored to lick it, to fill it with my tongue, to tickle her sweet little clitoris. What I have been doing, for the last few hours, is filling that cunt with my spunk. That taste you want. That taste you need. You’ve already tasted it. Not like anyone else’s is it? I’ve been fucking this young lady over and over again and she’s been coming continuously. I’ve put so many loads into her she was scooping out what was running down her leg just to drink it. It smells so good, you have to have more. You need more. Well, there it is right in front of you. It’s filling your nose, filling your brain. All you have to do is lean forward and kiss her there. Yes, like that. slide that tongue forward, draw it back into your mouth. Let it fill your senses.
What started out as a small kiss, against her will, was quickly turning into a cumbath, as Anne started to grind her face into Rebecca’s snatch, as Rebecca began to moan and cum herself. the juices were covering Anne’s face, soaking into her hair, running down between her breasts. It tasted good. It tasted so good. It was filling her mind, wiping out all of her plans and schemes, all of her struggles. She wanted it. She wanted more. She loved licking this cunt in front of her. But she wanted the source. She wanted to drink from the fire hose and be obliterated by the pressure blow.
“Oh, please, let me. Ohp! Oh god, so good! Let me, oh, yum, please let me—”
“Pull off Reb,” Mark whispered to the girl. And more harshly to Anne, “What do you want?”
“Please, I want to drink it. I want more. Please let me have it from you, please.”
He motioned for Rebecca to release Anne. The handcuffs came off, and shackles clicked off her ankles. “No, not until you apologize to Rebecca.”
“I’m sorry, It was just so good. I wanted to have you, you were so beautiful, and I wanted to take you and own you.”
“Well, she’s given herself to me. She is mine now, and is carrying my child. I have taken her and filled her.”
“Oh,” she bit her knuckle.
“If you want to taste me, you must give yourself to me.”
She hesitated even further. But the smell of him. That taste. She could still have what she wanted, he would still fuck her, but on his terms. Just give yourself over.
“Leave,” he ordered her. “Get dressed and leave. I never want to see you again.”
“No,” she cried out flinging herself to her knees. She crawled over and clutched his thigh, staring up at him. His long, thick cock at mouth level.
“Please. Please, I’ll do it. Let me be yours. Let me be yours. Please I want you to take me.” She rubbed her breasts against his leg, ready to nuzzle at him.
“If you promise to be mine—”
“Yes, M-Master?”
“You may drink.”
Sobbing in relief, she reached up for him, ready to jack him off into her mouth.
“No hands. Just your mouth. Swallow and drink.”
And so she did, opening her mouth like a snake, swallowing his cock into her mouth, taking it further in, deeper and deeper.
It wasn’t as if she had never sucked a man before. She was not particularly a lesbian. She was just someone who loved having control over others. And if the promise of a blowjob wore off for keeping someone in line, the real thing was sometimes called for. But always with her in control. This was different. She could feel herself slipping into a trance, falling for the scent of the man she was programmed to give herself to. As she swallowed him down deeper into her throat, tongueing his length she felt her body swept up into desire fulfilled. This is what her body was for. She was programmed by the genetic plague to serve him sexually, to be filled by him, and if it happened, to breed with him. She felt she truly was his.
His legs spread slightly, and her haze was lifted slightly as she felt Rebecca kneel across from her, behind him. RebeccasRebecca was spreading his lower cheeks, so she could tongue his ass. Anne’s hand went out to the young woman’s breasts, and she felt her body being stroked and fondled. A hand went down to her crotch, and she spread her legs. Rebecca’s fingers filled her, sliding in and out, feeling so good. But she knew this was just a shadow of what would happen when her god filled her with this big, juicy cock. She slid her fingers down and into her partner.
All of a sudden she felt Mark’s climax building, boiling through his cock and down into her mouth, down into her throat. The taste filled her mouth, filled her sinuses, lifted the top off her skull and carried her brain off to nirvana. She knew she came, but that was like knowing there were voices singing in the final climax of Beethoven’s ninth. It was all a crashing, smashing tidal wave of completion and chaos and order and noise and delight. And this was just from sucking his cock! Just the thought of thinking about what fucking him would be like made her brain shut down.
She fell back onto her round, tight ass, and stared at Rebecca. She was so beautiful. “I’m sorry,” and began to cry.
“Oh, shh, shh,” Rebecca crawled over and held her. “No worries, gorgeous. It’s fine. We’ll be fine. It’s all ok. Mark, tell her it’s all dinkum.”
“Anne, It’s all right. Y’know there hasn’t been a problem in my life, so far that hasn’t been able to be put right with a little love and a lot of sex.”
“Yes, but,” she sniffed, “you’re one of—them. Y’know?”
“I’m a person. I believe in love. I mean, play is one thing, and kinkiness is great fun, but— Sure it’s easy to get lost in it. But—we have a saying around our house. ‘Don’t take life too serious, as it ain’t permanent, nohow.’”
“Is she, is she really pregnant with your child? Just like that?”
Rebecca pecked him on the cheek, breasts wobbling, and he nodded. “It only takes once, you know.”
“When I was married,” Anne confessed, “My husband, Morris, got me pregnant several times. I always miscarried. I mean, I blamed the plague, but we couldn’t hold it together. When we split, I figured now I can have anyone, Do what I want, I’m free from breeding. Even a couple of the other specials couldn’t fill me. But now....”
“Hey, we haven’t even done it yet,” Mark chuckled. “And seriously, I don’t have any guarantees. She was just ready and ripe. Sometimes that’s just what happens. I’ve only fathered about 12 kids. Some specials are like stud services. My wives only have two each.”
He watched Anne deflate a bit. “It doesn’t mean we aren’t going to try! Now! Spread those legs you little bitch! I’m going to fuck you into next week.”
“Yes Master! I am spread for you, Master”
“And you owe Rebecca several dozen face jobs. Rebecca, sit on her face.”
“Yes Master. Please tell me when I can come Master,”
“I will, Slave. Now work those nipples beneath you. Make sure they are nice and hard.”
When Mark filled Anne’s tight little box, she remembered why she’d gotten into astronomy, as it was obvious the universe was filled with stars.
Anne never did have her child, But Rebecca’s son was the first of many for her. Her next two were by other specials, two from the husband she eventually married, and two more from another special. She was a bit of a celebrity in the Sunday tabloids down under. When Mark visited, she and Sheldon were two of his best friends there. Anne often with them as a favorite aunt and always swung by when they needed a fourth.
On a family trip two years ago the kids were delighted to meet their half-brother, and they all considered each other family, though there was a lot of discussion about genetics from Zeta, the family science major.
On that trip the parents found time and space for nice, slow orgy. At one point Hannah and Annah watched as their husband had the small, blonde Anne up high on a wall. Mark’s thick cock was pushing apart her lower pink lips. They chuckled.
“What, What is it?” Anne asked them, breathlessly.
“Oh, sweetheart,” they sighed, approaching to kiss her and hold her ass.
“Arms under your legs.”
“Feet over his shoulders.”
“Back her against a wall.”
“Drive into her hard.” They were licking the sides of Anne’s face, much to her delight.
“He loves his tiny women.”
“Tiny and tight.”
“Tiny little box. Can’t even fit his whole cock into you.”
“I’ll lick them both from underneath.” Annah knelt.
“I’ve got his balls. “Hannah followed.
“Oh, yes, gonna cum,” Mark announced.
“So tiny. Can’t hold a whole load.” One twin.
“So lick what drips out.” The other.
The explosion of his cock inside of her, the licking caresses of his wives. And Anne was completely satisfied with her life.