On The Kitchen Table

Hans blinked rapidly and tried to calm his breathing. His head was glowing bright red. With another elderly man, I would probably have had to worry about his heart, but not with my fit father-in-law. I remained kneeling on the floor in front of him, looking up at him with wide eyes. My pulse was racing and I was hot. My mind was melting away and I had only one thought: I wanted a baby! Now. Immediately. Did a bitch in heat feel like this?

“That was... great,” he managed to gasp between two breaths.

“I thought it was sweet, too. Better than the cinnamon rolls,” I cooed, brought a finger to my lips, took a drop of his juice and licked it off with relish. At the sight of this, his heart actually seemed to skip a beat. But I knew no mercy and just giggled.

“Look what you've done to me, Daddy!”

I rose smoothly from my crouch and in the same movement lifted the hem of my shirt up to my belly button. He couldn't help but see how soaking wet I was down there. To emphasize this, I ran the finger that I had just had in my mouth over my dripping slit. Oh! That felt good. I moaned loudly and began to rub myself. Hans' eyes almost popped out of his head.

My finger slid naturally between the slippery, swollen folds. Oh, so sensitive! I writhed whimpering and blew Hans my hot, musky-smelling breath in his face. Shamelessly, I began to fuck myself with my hand in front of his eyes. A furtive glance down showed me that my show was definitely serving its purpose. Despite the huge load he had shot, 'little Hans' had never really gone limp. And by now he had long since straightened up again and was twitching adventurously.

“Oo-oh! This feels so good, but it's just not enough,” I moaned, ”I need more than just one finger. Something big, thick. Please, please - Daddy!”

I screamed the last word in ecstasy.

He jumped up from his chair like a stretched spring, took me by the hips and sat me on the kitchen table as if I were as light as a doll. I let myself sink backwards. Coffee cups clattered and one fell to the floor with a clunk. I didn't care about any of that at the moment. The only thing that mattered was the man in front of me. And his majestic cock rising in front of him.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer.

Doubts flickered across his face. “Are you sure?”

Instead of answering, I pressed him against me with all the strength I could muster and at the same time raised my pelvis. We fit perfectly together. His mighty hammer hit the spot and slid into my needy cave without resistance.

My father-in-law might have been a bit out of practice, but he quickly found his groove again. He skillfully and persistently rammed his shaft into me, transforming me into a howling, submissive female who wanted only one thing: to be impregnated by him. How I longed for the moment when he would fill me to the brim with his potent seed!

But instead of hastily coming to a quick end, he paused briefly. I looked up at him, confused and longing. And he looked at me, smiling ecstatically. Playfully, he took my legs and put them over his shoulders. I had an idea of what he had in mind. By leaning forward, he brought me under him and at the same time put my pussy in a more favorable position in which he could finally take full possession of it. Woah! His next thrust went deeper into me than ever before. I thought his long cock hit something inside me, it hurt and at the same time it didn't. He shot me to dizzying heights of bliss. I rolled my eyes back and the world turned into dazzling colors.

And then it happened. Hans growled. A dull, rolling rumble from the deepest of throats. I swear I could feel him shooting the cum inside me, gigantic, overpowering, directly into my fertile, ready-to-conceive womb.

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