Cheating Linda visits me in Amsterdam

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My Amsterdam apartment was on the third floor in a typical, small historical building. From the living room I could see the busy street, the coffee shops, and the trams passing by. From the bedroom there was not much to see, since a small alley separated our building from another one, in which there was a hotel. I did have thick, dark red curtains in my bedroom, because the bedroom had two very large windows. The living room on the third floor didn’t need any curtains, the buildings across the street were far enough.

My building, the brown one on the left, between the restaurant and the cafe:

View in front of my building:

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A few days later, I got a text from Linda that made my cock stir immediately.

"I've been thinking. Maybe I don't want that pill after all. Can I come over to your place in Amsterdam tonight? I have something to show you."

I sent her my address and told her to come at eight. I thought about her coming to visit me after we fucked and that cheating on her boyfriend would not be the topic, or actually, cheating was the only topic!

When the doorbell rang, I opened it to find Linda standing there in a long beige trench coat, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous lust I'd only seen in women who had made up their minds about something primal.

"Come in," I said, stepping aside.

She walked past me, her hips swaying deliberately, and I caught a whiff of expensive perfume mixed with her natural arousal. My apartment was a spacious loft near the canal, with large windows that faced a hotel across the alley. As she entered the bedroom, she noticed the two Japanese tourists with cameras in their hotel room who had been taking photos of the historical Amsterdam architecture across the alley. They were young, maybe early twenties, with big, curious eyes that widened even further when Linda turned to face the window.

Without a word, facing them, she untied the belt of her trench coat and let it fall open. Underneath, she wore a black lace lingerie set that contrasted beautifully against her latte macchiato skin—a push-up bra that lifted her young breasts to perfection and a matching thong that cut high on her hips. She let the coat slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet, standing there in heels that made her legs look endless.

Linda had this sexy, slender hourglass figure with warm, caramel-colored skin, her body lean and toned—you could see that gentle hollow of her flat stomach and her inviting, pert natural breasts with dark, prominent nipples that stand out against her smooth skin, perfectly matching her round hips. Hips are meant for one thing only.

The Japanese tourists had stopped pretending to photograph buildings. Their cameras were now aimed directly at my bedroom window, mouths agape behind their lenses.

Linda smiled, enjoying the audience. She began to move to music only she could hear, swaying her hips in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her hands travelled up her body, cupping her breasts through the lace, pinching her own nipples until they hardened into visible peaks. She turned around, giving the tourists a view of her perfect ass, the black lace thong disappearing between her caramel cheeks.

She bent over slowly, touching her toes, then crawled up her own body with deliberate sensuality. Her fingers hooked into the bra straps, and she slid them down her shoulders one by one, teasing, revealing the tops of her areolas before finally unclasping it and letting it fall. Her breasts bounced free, fuller than I remembered, already seeming to swell with the hormones of early pregnancy.

The two Japanese were frozen, cameras clicking rapidly.

Linda crawled onto my king-sized bed on all fours, crawling away from the window, giving the voyeurs a perfect view of her black-thong-covered pussy. She crawled toward where I was sitting on the bed, slowly, deliberately, her hips swaying side to side like a cat in heat. When she reached me, she looked up with those big brown eyes and said the words that made my cock ache:

"Can you make me a mommy again?"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I stripped quickly, my cock already rock-hard and throbbing, a vein running along the top pulsing with my heartbeat. Linda stayed on all fours, arching her back to present herself, reaching back to pull her thong to the side. Her pussy was already glistening, her inner thighs slick with her arousal.

"Please," she whimpered, looking back at me. "Make my cry."

I positioned myself behind her, gripping her hips with both hands. Her skin was warm and soft, and I could feel her trembling with anticipation. I rubbed the fat head of my cock up and down her slit, coating it in her wetness, pressing against her clit until she moaned.

I pressed forward, watching her tight entrance stretch around my thick girth. She was hot inside, impossibly hot and wet, and she pushed back against me, impatient and hungry. I slid in slowly, inch by inch, feeling her walls grip me and suck me deeper. When I was halfway in, I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, making her arch her spine, and thrust hard, burying myself deep inside her.

"Ah!" she cried out, her voice carrying to the open window.

The Japanese tourists had moved closer to the hotel window now, looking at us with those big, amazed eyes. One of them had his phone out, recording everything. The thought of being watched while I bred this willing slut only made me harder.

I started to fuck her in earnest, pulling almost all the way out until just the tip remained inside her clasping entrance, then slamming back in, my hips slapping against her ass with wet, sharp cracks. The bed creaked beneath us, and Linda's breasts trembled wildly with each thrust, her nipples brushing against the sheets.

"Ah!" she gasped. "So good!"

I increased my pace, pounding into her relentlessly, angling my cock to hit that spot deep inside that made her scream. Her cunt was making obscene noises, squelching and sucking at my shaft, her juices running down her thighs and mine.

"Look at them," I grunted, gripping her hips tighter, leaving red marks. "Those tourists are watching me breed you. They can see my white cock disappearing into your brown pussy. They know what I'm doing to you."

"Yes," she moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Let them watch. Let them see you put a baby in me. Oh god, I'm so close..."

I reached around and found her clit, swollen and slick, rubbing it in tight circles as I continued to hammer into her from behind. Her walls started to flutter, then clamp down on me in rhythmic waves.

"I'm coming," she wailed, her voice breaking. "I'm coming; don't stop, please don't stop, fill me up, fill me up!"

Her orgasm hit her hard, her entire body convulsing, pussy gripping my cock like a vice, milking it, demanding my seed. I felt my balls tighten, that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine, and I knew I couldn't hold back anymore.

I growled, slamming into her one final time, burying myself as deep as possible, my pubic bone grinding against her clit.

The first spurt was explosive, shooting directly into her unprotected cervix, flooding her fertile womb. I kept thrusting shallowly, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her, filling her until it overflowed, dripping out around my shaft and down her thighs, white against her brown skin.

Linda screamed into the pillow, her orgasm continuing as she felt me breeding her, her body knowing exactly what was happening, accepting my sperm, and welcoming it into her waiting egg. She collapsed forward, trembling, and I followed her down, staying buried inside, making sure every drop stayed deep.

When I finally pulled out, a thick glob of cum immediately leaked from her gaping pussy, running down to stain my sheets. Linda rolled onto her back, breathless, her breasts heaving, her skin flushed and glowing. She spread her legs wide, showing me the mess, I'd made, showing the tourists below the creampie dripping from her well-fucked cunt.

More tourists had gathered now—a small crowd on the street looking up, pointing, whispering. Linda just smiled, lazy and satisfied, running her fingers through the cum leaking from her, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean.

"Again," she said, whispered, looking at me with those hungry eyes. "I want you to fuck me again. And again. Until you're sure I have your baby."

To be continued.