Breeding my boss's wife, Daphne

I took her face in my hands, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palms, and brought my lips to hers. The kiss started gentle, exploratory—two strangers meeting in the most intimate way possible. Her lips were soft, tasting of that sophisticated nude lipstick and champagne. I felt her hesitate for just a moment, the weight of her decision heavy between us, then she melted into me with a small whimper that vibrated against my mouth.

Her arms came up around my neck, fingers threading into my hair as I deepened the kiss. I traced the line of her jaw with my thumb, then let my hand travel down the elegant column of her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my touch. She was alive, hungry, and starving for this connection after three years of desert.

"You're sexy," I whispered against her lips, pulling back just enough to look into those green-grey eyes, now dark with arousal. "I'm going to take care of you tonight."

She nodded, biting her lower lip, that gesture of nervousness and desire making her look years younger. "Yes," she breathed.

I reached for the thin straps of her black maxi dress, sliding them off her shoulders one by one. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her body in the soft lamplight of the room. She wore nothing underneath—no bra, no panties—just her smooth skin glowing golden in the warm light. Her breasts were indeed perfect, full and high with those hardened nipples I'd seen pressing through her bikini photo, now begging for my mouth.

I cupped them, feeling their weight, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. She gasped, her head falling back, and I took the opportunity to kiss down her throat and her collarbone, finally closing my mouth around one taut nipple. She cried out, her hands clutching my shoulders as I suckled her, teasing with my tongue, moving to the other breast to give it equal attention.

"Oh god," she moaned, her hips rocking involuntarily against my thigh. "It's been so long... I forgot how good it feels."

I straightened up, lifting her easily—she was light and toned from all that endurance sport—and carried her the few steps to the bed. I laid her down gently, like she was something precious, and stood back to remove my white shirt and shorts. Her eyes devoured me, landing on my cock, which was fully hard now, thick and heavy, the vein along the underside pulsing with my heartbeat.

"Come here," she beckoned, reaching for me.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between her spread thighs. She was already wet—I could see the glistening evidence of her arousal on her folds. I wanted to taste her, to prepare her properly, but she was urgent now, pulling at my hips.

"Inside," she begged. "I need you inside me first. We have time for everything else after."

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nestling against her heat. I looked down at her, making sure this was what she wanted, and she nodded, tears actually forming in the corners of her eyes from the emotional intensity of the moment.

"Give me a baby," she whispered.

I pushed forward slowly, groaning as her tight, neglected channel stretched to accommodate me. She was slick but snug, her muscles fluttering around my shaft as I sank deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her, my balls resting against her ass.

"Yes," she hissed, her nails digging into my back. "Yes, just like that. Don't hold back."

I started moving, long, deep strokes that dragged my cock against her front walls, finding the spot that made her eyes roll back. She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles behind me, urging me deeper. The bed creaked rhythmically as I settled into a steady pace, watching her face transform with pleasure—three years of celibacy within her marriage ending right here, right now, with me.

"You're so tight," I grunted, picking up the pace. "So perfect."

"Harder," she demanded, that aristocratic composure breaking down into raw need. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you for days."

I obliged, driving into her with force now, our bodies slapping together, the wet sounds of our joining filling the room. She met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet mine, taking everything I gave her. I could feel her building, her internal muscles tightening around me like a fist.

"Come for me," I commanded, reaching between us to press my thumb against her clit. "Let go, beautiful. I've got you."

That was all it took. She shattered beneath me, her back arching off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream that turned into a wailing moan as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on me rhythmically, milking my cock, and I felt my own climax rushing up from my balls.

"I'm going to come," I warned her, even though we both knew there was no pulling out, no barrier between us.

"Yes!" she cried, still spasming from her own release. "Fill me up! Put your seed deep inside me!"

I thrust deep one final time and erupted, my cock pulsing as I pumped jet after jet of hot cum directly into her unprotected womb. It seemed to go on forever, spurt after spurt, my body emptying everything I had into her fertile depths. She held me tight, her legs locked around me, her face buried in my neck as I filled her completely.

We stayed like that for long moments, breathing hard, connected in the most primal way possible. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, rapid and strong. Slowly, I softened inside her, but I didn't pull out yet—I wanted every drop to stay where it belonged.

"That was..." she started, then laughed, a sound of pure joy. "That was incredible."

I kissed her forehead, her nose, and her lips. "We're not done yet."

I pulled out carefully, watching my seed begin to leak from her swollen entrance. She looked down at herself, at the mess we'd made, and smiled with satisfaction.

"I need you hard again," she said, her hand reaching for my cock. "I read that twice in one night increases the chances significantly."

I was still sensitive, but her determined fingers worked me, coaxing me back to life. She pushed me onto my back and crawled between my legs, taking my flaccid cock in her hands. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, then lowered her head, taking me into her warm, wet mouth.

The sensation was electric—her tongue swirling around the head, her lips creating suction as she bobbed up and down, using her hand on the shaft where her mouth couldn't reach. She was eager and hungry, making little sounds of enjoyment that vibrated through my cock. I watched her work, her dark hair spilling over my thighs, her hollowed cheeks as she sucked me with abandon.

"That's it," I encouraged, my hand resting on her head, not forcing, just feeling. "Make me hard for you again."

It didn't take long. Within minutes I was fully erect again, thick and throbbing in her mouth. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and crawled up my body like a predator stalking her prey.

"Again," she demanded, positioning herself over me. "I want to ride you this time. I want to control the depth."

She lowered herself onto me, her used, cum-slicked pussy accepting me easily now. We both groaned at the sensation—her filled with my previous load, me sliding through my own seed to claim her anew. She began to move, rolling her hips in a figure-eight pattern that made her breasts sway hypnotically above me.

I reached up to cup them, pinching her nipples, and she gasped, her movements becoming more frantic. She rode me hard, grinding her clit against my pubic bone with each downward stroke, her hands braced on my chest for leverage.

"You're going to make me come again," she panted, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. "I haven't had two orgasms in one night since... god, since I was twenty-five."

"Good," I growled, thrusting up into her to meet her movements. "You deserve it. You deserve to be fucked properly."

She leaned down to kiss me, her tongue invading my mouth as her hips never stopped their rhythm. I could feel her second climax building, her movements becoming jerky, less controlled. I grabbed her hips, helping her, guiding her to take what she needed from my body.

"Come on, my cock," I urged. "Then I'm going to fill you again. You're going to be dripping with my seed when you leave this room."

That filthy promise sent her over the edge. She threw her head back, crying out—or rather, crying out for her stud, her breeder—and her pussy convulsed around me in powerful waves. The sight of her lost in pleasure, her body shuddering, her face flushed with ecstasy, pushed me to my own limit.

I held her hips down, keeping myself buried to the hilt, and released for the second time. Another thick load pumped into her already-flooded womb, adding to the first, ensuring that tomorrow when she ovulated, my seed would be waiting. She collapsed onto my chest, trembling, as I continued to pulse inside her, giving her everything I had.

We lay there for a long time, my cock still twitching occasionally inside her, her breath warm against my neck. I stroked her back and her hair, whispering praise and admiration. She had taken everything—two full loads, deep in her unprotected fertility—and she glowed with it, radiant and satisfied.

"Thank you," she whispered finally, pressing a kiss to my collarbone. "Thank you for making me feel alive."

I held her tighter, knowing that in nine months, if nature did its work, she would have much more than a memory to thank me for.

Tuesday Fuck Club - To be continued