He is going to fuck me again... And I will let him.

She woke up exhausted, but in a good way. Worked. Fulfilled. She felt that typical "workout afterglow," her muscles sore and somehow tighter from their hours-long mating. As she lifter her arms above her head, she made a long stretch, and she felt his sticky cum on her thighs, mixed with her own juices, dripping out of her well-used cunt. She was dirty all over but nicely dirty. Good and dirty. He had fucked her two more times, giving her an endless number of orgasms, before filling her unprotected womb each time. She didn’t know what time it was, but as she looked through the hotel room window, dusk was setting in. He was sleeping next to her, on his back. Such a good workhorse, she thought.

Penelope sat upright and inspected his cock. Her cock now. Even flaccid, it still had a nice size. She changed her posture from sitting on her butt to kneeling, her face real close to his spent cock. It was still shiny from their juices, waiting for her tongue to clean it up, she imagined. Her hand caressed it softly, admiring it. As her hand slid down towards his balls, he let out a noise, slowly waking up. She didn’t wait for him to be fully awake and took the head in her mouth, softly nibbling on it, her tongue playing with its slit. That slit, which had pumped her full. Her mouth kept playing with his cock, and to her amazement, it started to get hard again. She felt his hand caress the back of her head, indicating to her that she was doing it right. As soon as his cock was half erect, she could move her mouth up and down on his growing shaft, speeding up his recovery. He slowly started lifting his hips in the same cadence as hers to answer her thirsty mouth with small thrusts.

As she was letting him fuck her cheating mouth, she smiled. He is going to fuck me again, and I will let it happen.

“I am not sure if I can do another round.” He protested, but in an unsure way.

“Oooh, but your cock sure does, honey," she cooed. “It wants to feel my warm sleeve again.”

“Don’t you want to have my wet tunnel on your cock again?” She purred.

She felt his cock twitch in her mouth, growing rock-hard again. She stopped sucking him and pulled her mouth off. She changed her position, facing him, and placed one leg on each side of his hips, straddling him. One hand quickly found his upright cock in between her legs and placed the tip against her sore slit. She knew that the next fucking she would receive would be delicious, her cunt oversensitive from the many orgasms. But this time, it would be a slow fuck, all hungriness having been satisfied before. And besides that, she would set the pace this time. She was already late going back to the resort, meeting the others for that mandatory social drink before dinner, so one more fuck didn’t matter. But for her. My life. My pussy. She thought.

She lowered herself, gasping, as the cock entered her tunnel again. She was very sore, but the feeling of his penetration was exquisite, and she pushed herself further down, quickly having him balls deep inside her.

"Ooohhh," Penelope moaned, being so full again. This one was their last fuck today, but she wanted him tomorrow again. She should let him rest, she thought, as she was speeding up their copulating. Maybe tomorrow night? I need a break too; my pussy is raw. But all that didn’t matter, as she kept fucking him steady. She wanted one more orgasm before leaving. Just. One. More.

She started fucking him harder, her orgasm now very close. Her tits were bouncing in front of his mouth, and he grabbed them both, kneading them and pinching with his fingers those protruding hard nipples. She quickly switched to grinding his cock back and forth, her swollen clit now being molested with each single movement. So. Very. Close.

Finally, her release! Her orgasm ripped through her entire body, making her scream, as wave after wave of electric pleasure went straight from her cunt to her brain and back. She kept riding his cock but lost all awareness of her surroundings. Half a minute later, after her orgasm had faded away, she collapsed on his chest, out of breath.

After ten minutes or so, her breath steady again, she grabbed his face with both her hands and kissed him deeply.

“I owe you one." She said, since he did not come, kissing him again. "But I need to go.”

“No problem, and yes, of course.”

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

“I am off at 5 PM.”

“How do I find you? She asked.

“In which resort are you?”

“Riu.”

“Good, that’s right next to where I work.” He replied. “At 5 PM, you walk towards the sea, and you turn left, walking slowly towards Playa. I will find you and catch up with you, but you wait for me in front of the next resort.”

“And then?” She asked curiously.

“We will grab a cab there, and we can have a drink at my place on the terrace.”

“Lovely!” Penelope replied. “Can you organize me a cab here?”

“Sure. Get dressed; I will find one outside; you just walk up the street.”

As soon as the cab was leaving with her towards the resort, she glanced at him quickly, hoping he would show up tomorrow.

…

“Where have you been?” Her fiancé asked her, half angry, half worried.

“I am fine, thank you for asking.” Penelope answered in a very calm tone.

“Everybody was waiting for you!” he almost shouted.

“Don’t tell me they died of thirst.” She replied sarcastically, adding, “I am going to my room; I need a hot bath.”

“What happened?” He kept asking.

“I simply lost track of time, I guess. I will come down in one hour, I promise.” And gave him a smile he could not translate as she walked away.

Up in the room she quickly undressed in the bathroom, checking for damages. Scratches, bruises. Nothing. Thank God. Not even a hickey. He is a good lover, no marks, she thought, although the idea of having a hickey from him, to mark his territory and own her, would have been arousing. She let the bathtub fill with hot water and added a bath bomb. She took her time, enjoying the hot water welcoming her sore muscles, especially that one muscle only women have. After half an hour, she got out and got dressed. She chose something conservative but very sexy to clash with all the boring talk she had to endure later on. Just to provoke a little. A long, tight-fitting evening dress made out of silk. On purpose she decided not to wear a bra or panties. Anyone walking behind her would see her round ass and notice she wasn’t even wearing a thong. And as for her nipples, if there would be a cold breeze, it would make them jut out against the soft fabric. No earrings, but she couldn’t help wearing a choker with diamonds. And high heels.

She wondered what effect she would have on her guests and her future husband. Well, he would have a hard-on the whole night, because they agreed to sleep in separate, connecting rooms, deferring sex until the wedding night. On the other side of her room, Marisol, their wedding planner, had her own room with connecting doors too.

And just that gave her a brilliant idea.

As she joined everybody in the hotel bar, she received a lot of looks, appraising ones and jealous ones. She smiled and gave her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear, “Get me a double whiskey, neat.”

She grinned at the way he looked at her, speechless, but he complied and went to order for her at the bar.

“Looking good, Penelope.” A close friend of theirs said as he approached her. “You work out?”

“Sometimes. Today I did.”

“You can see the workout glow on you; very nice!”

Her whiskey arrived, and she took a big gulp. Her future husband kept staring at her. She normally never had any ****. And now she drank a double whiskey as if it were water. Amazing bride, he thought, and smiled. My amazing bride.

"Oh, babe,” she said to her fiancé, “tomorrow evening I go shopping; don’t wait for me at dinner.”

“Eh, OK, sure!”

“Of course it is.” She replies to him in a confident tone.

She mingled a little bit with the other wedding guests but wasn’t really listening to what they were saying; her mind was far away.

Am I pregnant?

To be continued.