Be Careful What You Wish For

Eyes closed, you felt almost as if you were on a cloud: a divine level of support and comfort cradled your head and neck. Weightless, painless, you couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your cheeks. Holding on tighter, you heard skin brush on skin as the covers rustled, and a soft giggle sent tiny waves rolling through the valley that held you...

Wait.

What?

Startling awake, you recoiled and opened your eyes!... only to freeze once more, stunned.

Lying comfortably on her side was a mature young woman soaking in the rays of morning light streaming through your window. You drank in the sight of her dusky brown skin, wavy jet black hair spilling over your pillows, and molten chocolate eyes staring back equal parts coy, warm and seductive. Her hips rose up above the covers like a hill, then swept down into a thin waist, before swelling immensely again with the huge, pillowy orbs of her tits capped by dark brown nipples that glistened in the light.

She was naked.

In your bed.

But before you could even begin to let a million questions rattle through your brain, she crawled up to you hand over hand and planted her glossy sable lips on yours, shattering everything and sending you into a heavenly place.

Your first kiss: it was a beautiful sensation, black and warm. She tasted spicy and sweet, and moaned softly each time your lips smacked apart before leaning into you to have you again.

A line of drool followed her as she broke the kiss for a moment.

“Master.” Her voice oozed with love and affection, emotion spilling from those huge brown eyes…

Wait… her eyes.

Gazing deeply into the windows of her soul, you finally figured it out.

“…Xena?”

Her smile evolved into a beautiful laugh, rocking her shoulders and setting those perfect tits to wobbling. Glancing around and noticing there was a distinct lack of dogs in the room, you knew it was true.

You kissed her this time, cupping her cheek in your hand. Her laugh died away and she melted beneath you, eager to submit. You wrapped your arms around her, she draped hers over your neck, and you held each other for what seemed an eternity.

“Master.” Xena husked even sexier this time, impressed by your initiative.

Keeping her eyes locked onto yours, she slipped down your body, tracing electric tingles down your skin with the lightest touch of her nails. She had the biggest smile by the time her head was level with your cock, holding firmly onto your shaft with her warm, soft hand. It didn’t matter that your dick was pretty average: to a virgin like you it seemed enormous next to her head, boosting your ego.

A warm, wet tongue stroked your shaft, Xena staring into your soul. Moaning appreciatively, you took a gentle hold of her head, begging her to continue. Your plea was rewarded, an impossible heat enveloping your head and sinking down your shaft.

And then your dick bumped up against resistance; Xena tried her best but had to retract, coughing a little as her gag reflex took over. Still, she stroked you up and down with her hand as she recovered, trying not to miss a beat.

You had a moment to reflect as Xena built back up her rhythm: this woman had once been your pet dog. Her head bobbed up and down sending waves of pleasure through your body, and you recalled all times she had greeted you with kisses at the door, played fetch and followed your commands, and even insisted on being with you in the bathroom.

Stroking the base of your shaft and slurping up and down your dick, now you were imagining this gorgeous creature doing all those things: kissing you like she had this morning every day, taking orders like a good girl, joining you in the bathroom to relieve some stress...

“Oh, fuck!” You groaned, blinding white consuming everything. You gripped Xena’s head with both hands, dumping a load down your doggo’s throat like the sick bastard that you were.

Xena gasped as your dick popped out of her mouth, a gooey string of saliva still connecting her to you. Her tongue lolled, moist cavity within steamy and hot; a rivulet of your sticky white substance slipped down, dripping down her chin and trickling onto your cockhead, drizzling it like a pastry.

You laughed, and Xena joined you.

Lapping up the last bit of your love, Xena rose back up your body, and at the same time shifted balance, lying you down on your back. She had a sizzling look in her eyes – equal parts saccharine love and fiery lust – and suddenly you realized something silky smooth and drenched in heat was nestled up against your penis.

Looking down, her naked pussy slavered your cock in juices.

Looking up, she took your hand and sank your fingers into her glorious marshmallow-soft titty, holding your other in her own for emotional support.

Was this really happening? Watching as if in a dream, your beautiful pale cock lined up with her dark, glistening pussy.

Sinking down inch by inch, you resisted the urge to thrust all the way up: no matter how much your core ached and every fiber burned to bury yourself in her, you knew that it would hurt her. Everything else fell away but the feeling of your union, enveloping heavenly warmth making you more and more complete.

And for the second time that day, you bumped against resistance. Xena whimpered, clamping your hand in an iron grip. Stroking her thigh and shushing her gently, your comfort gave her the strength to continue.

And with one final push, you were in: hot like a furnace, slick and wet, constricting and alive, it was like nothing you had ever felt before.

Xena grunted, eyes squeezed shut; you drew her in for a kiss, dissolving into that beautiful place of safety and comfort. Her breathing calmed down, and you began to knead her plush, doughy booby in your hand; she giggled softly into your mouth, biting you gently on the lip.

Grasping her ass firmly in both hands, you enjoyed the way her flesh gave in to you. Rolling your hips back and forth stoked a roiling fire that rolled with waves of pleasure. Mashing and grinding against her sent her wild, twitching and moaning; pulling out made a satisfying schlock, and ramming back in only to grind again built up a heat that burned and burned until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You took her hand again, then her other, and now your hands were pushing against each other, supporting you with fingers intertwined. Xena bounced her ass up and down, meeting your ever-harder thrusts in a chorus of slapping flesh. You could only imagine that ass wobbling and jiggling with the **** of your pounding, inviting you to slam it home again and again. If you could kiss her cervix you would, reaching for that impossible ring at the entrance to her womb.

“Ooohhh Master!” Xena exalted, moaning whorishly from her throat. You admired the pendulous swinging of her monster tits: the way her suckable nipples made twin circles mesmerizing you.

…In fact, why not?

You growled, pouncing on that tit and glomming onto that nipple. You wrapped her in your arms, licking and biting the salty sweat from her bud like it was nectar. Your bodies were so close, so hot… your thrusts came fast and sharp, using her pussy like a sex doll for your pleasure.

“Master, master, mmmmMMMM!”

Her squeal died in her throat as a power overwhelmed her, mind and body. Staring up at her you saw her tongue lolling, her eyes rolling back into her head; your dick was trapped in spasms and convulsions that shook your lover’s body, and you couldn’t help but bite her nipple as your world exploded.

Your skin tingled, load after load pulsing directly into her womb. A primal satisfaction washed over you, almost hoping she might get pregnant.

And then exhaustion claimed your body: a shaky breath left your lungs, muscles suddenly tired.

Flopping back on the bedsheets, you both tumbled into a messy heap. You could hear each other panting, light sweat cooling on your skin.

You looked into her eyes again. Those beautiful brown eyes. She smiled in the afterglow, and you knew you were to. You could look into those eyes for-

Slam!

“Oh.”

“My.”

“Fucking.”

“GOD!”

Panic gripped your heart.

Agatha.