Bea finally gets what's coming to her

With a loud sigh, Bea dropped her arms to her side and groaned. Launching herself forward, she rose from the chair and dutifully approached me. I was sitting on the couch, my feet on the floor. Bea dropped her biking shorts to the ground and tossed her loose shirt to the side. It was interesting how some of the women interpreted my commands to involve only such undressing as was necessary. Others felt compelled to be all or mostly naked. Bea pulled off her sports bra and was fully naked before me.

I was finishing off a bottle of water and tossed it to the side just as Bea settled onto my lap. She was kneeling astride me and pointed my erection up as she settled down. Still slick with Crystal's fluids, I had no trouble entering Bea's equally wet depths. Maybe I loved Sandra. Maybe Rachel was the most gorgeous of the group. Maybe Rayanne was the most attractive to me. Maybe Jade was the most exciting. Maybe I felt closest to Angela. But Bea? Bea was my favorite.

Strong-willed and confident, my control over her seemed like such a powerful thing. Beautiful in ways that tapped into my recurring fantasies. And oh dear God was she tight! The combined fluids were necessary to get me in that restrictive tunnel. Once she had me all the way in, Bea didn't start moving. Instead, she held her body still and began squeezing me in long, slow applications of pressure. Her hands were on my shoulders and her eyes tightly shut. An observer would think there was nothing happening, that we were motionless. But below the surface, in a place where only she and I existed, Bea was clenching and unclenching at a regular, languid pace.

Her breath was shaky and betrayed her otherwise calm appearance. I could tell she was already on the edge. I had to admit, this was a new one for me – not that I was all that experienced to begin with. I wondered if this was at all related to tantric sex or something like that. Bea leaned forward and put her forehead against mine. I could feel her hot breaths in sync with her squeezing of my aching rod. Even though I had no desire to disturb this almost sacred process, I also wanted to be more involved. I risked raising my hand to her chest and lightly cupping one of her small breasts. It fit perfectly in my hand and Bea gasped as I made contact. She uttered no objection, though, so I continued to apply light pressure, teasing her nipple with my fingertips.

Her pace increased just slightly, squeezing at shorter intervals and for shorter duration. The first vocalization caught me by surprise and I nearly startled as she moaned very softly. Still joined at our foreheads, I moved a bit to the side until I could touch her cheek with my lips. Bea tilted her head in response, allowing my to nibble at her ear, then kiss along her elegant neck. I brushed long strands of her silky black hair to the side, allowing me to run my lips down her neck and onto her shoulder. She was too short for me to easily reach her breasts with my mouth, so I journeyed back up her neck and found her lips. Bea kissed me passionately, hungrily. Her ideal lover that she was imagining seemed to be someone who tapped into a deep affectionate side of her.

In the build up to her moment of release, Bea finally started moving her hips a little. It wasn't a lot, and I remained deeply embedded in her body the whole time, but it was enough for her to have some friction at a spot that mattered, and her kisses communicated the urgency that was building. She was almost there. Her panting, her grinding, her squeezing, her almost mournful cries into my mouth, it was all converging on one purpose, one moment.

I placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her head closer to me so that my mouth was next to her ear. As Bea made her final ascent, I said softly, “You're such a good girl. My good girl.”

With that, Bea started shuddering and pulled her face away so she could look me in the eyes. “Condoms,” she exclaimed with a worried look. Yes, I knew that. That was the purpose, or rather the inspiration behind all this. Bea, out of a very responsible concern for protecting her womb, had maneuvered me out of my plans to fill her pussy earlier, unwilling to take my load because it wasn't safe. There would be no such misfires this time. I was close, but not yet there.

Bea was shaking in my arms, the squeezing of her pussy walls now an involuntary action beyond her control. She continued to grind against me, hands on the back of my neck and body curling forward as she rubbed herself towards ecstasy. As each woman started to cum that morning, once they told me their birth control plan, she was to suddenly forget her imagined lover and instead recognize me as the one bringing her this pleasure. She was to look at me as she came and she was to imagine my seed filling her, impregnating her.

I felt every tremor, every twitch of Bea's release. I heard every moan and gasp. I watched her eyes plead with me to both stop and to continue. I drank it all in, enamored and obsessed with this woman. I wanted her to be mine forever. I wanted to give her this moment over and over, to **** her to experience the peaks of pleasure and to know it was only me that could take her there.

Drained, she slumped forward and stopped moving. I felt two or three more twitches around my staff, but small ones compared to the **** of her full release. Bea's face was buried in my chest, her hands loosely resting at our sides, lightly touching my hips. I wondered, I truly was curious, how the next few minutes would play out. Her instructions, as the last girl of her group, were to let me finish inside her, something she was unwilling to allow before. So unwilling was she, that our first coupling had resulted in her forcing me into her ass right before I came. I had been the first to fill her there. Now I would also be the first to fill her pussy.

Once she had rested and caught her breath, Bea began to work herself up and down on my cock. This was no loner about her pleasure. It was about my load. And it wasn't going to take long. Even after a weekend of cumming inside 15 women and a morning spent fucking 14 of them, filling two, I was so ready to cum again. All because of Bea. I had saved Bea for last – my favorite, the one missing piece to this perfect weekend, the womb yet untouched by any sperm, even mine. This was the home stretch of this amazing event.

Bea straightened up a bit and faced me. Still a little short on breath, she was panting hard as she pistoned on my cock. There was also a great strain in her eyes, beyond what a very healthy body like hers needed for this task. Mustering every bit of willpower she had, Bea looked me in the eyes and rasped out, even as she continued to fuck me, “I... will... kill... you.” Then she grunted and went back to her more placid, compliant mood, fucking me as she was commanded to do.

Holy shit!, I thought. She was trying to break through the power of the app. Bea was more amazing and terrifying than I had thought! She was strong enough to will her way around my commands and get that threatening message through. Bea might require more intentional programming later on. I had to carefully ensure there were absolutely no loopholes in her instructions moving forward. And I had to redirect her fierceness away from me as the target and have her equally bent on protecting me. I could start that now, but it would call for more thought and planning later. Later, for sure. Something more urgent was insisting on being addressed right now.

I put one hand on the side of Bea's face and smiled. “You're not going to hurt me, Bea,” I told her. “You will protect me and all that is mine. You will do everything you can to keep us safe. You're the guardian of my harem, our great protector.”

Gritting her teeth and speeding up her bouncing on my lap, Bea hissed through mental pain, each word a great effort, “I... want... to... kill... you.”

“No you don't,” I groaned, my release imminent. “You don't want to hurt me. Do you know why?”

Bea didn't answer, but her expression was pleading with me to explain.

“You don't want to hurt me,” I continued, “because you don't want our baby to be without its father. Oh FUCK!”

Bea's eyes widened in horror, but her body did exactly as it had been commanded to do in my letter. As soon as I started spouting my seed into her, she pressed down and squeezed tight. She was to try to keep all my fluids inside her and to milk my cock until I told her to stop. I don't know how I had anything left to give at that point, but I still felt strong spurts of my essence empty into Bea's fertile and untouched inner chamber. Even as I continued to unload into her, I tried to speak more commands. My enraptured voice told her, “Take it all, love. Don't stop it from doing its job. Let my seed stay inside you, and if it succeeds, let our baby grow. Take care of it and fiercely protect the little family we've just made, all three of us.” Bea was crying silent tears.

“And one more thing,” I sighed. “Don't resent this baby, but shower it with all the love you can. This is your most important role now.” Bea didn't respond, but one hand rested above the thin hair on her mound and rubbed slow, gentle circles. Yes, Bea was my favorite. And I'd have to make sure no one threatened that, not even her.