Rounds 3 and 4.

While Olivia cooked breakfast, I sat patiently at the table. I was a little surprised when she brought over a single plate piled with food enough for both of us. But, as she sat at the head of the table she patted her lap and everything became clear. Sitting side saddle on her lap, still dressed in the school girl outfit, she proceeded to feed us both. The salty bacon and eggs, though made me a bit thirsty, and she must have noticed as she stood me up a moment so she could run to the kitchen to grab something. Coming back, she sat down and returned me to her lap before revealing a large baby bottle full of milk. "A bottle?" I groaned.

"I don't want to get my clothes all dirty trying to make you drink from a glass," she defended.

"But, I don't wanna. I have hands," I protested.

With a sigh and no hesitation, she stood me up and promptly bent me over the table. Flipping up my skirt, she promptly started to give me the firmest spankings I've ever received which really only sought to bring the wetness back to my inner thighs, and yelps from me. After about 20, she stopped. "You going to be a good girl and drink your milk?"

"Yes, Mommy," I replied reluctantly and I expected to be returned to her lap, but, instead, I heard her unzip her pants and felt her stuff my cunt with her cock again. "Ah!" I gasped in surprise.

"Fuck, I love it when you're in heat. Your pussy is just always so nice and wet and I can completely skip the boring foreplay and go straight to fucking. And just so you know, I went to the doctor the other day and he said that I have a high sperm production, meaning I can fill you up several times a day and I fully plan on it. AND he mentioned that I'm extra virile, but I have been taking virility treatments. Which, I know you're in heat and already pretty fertile right now, but I'm probably gonna give some fertility tablets just to make sure I knock you up," she explained and I wasn't complaining.

Taking my tail in her hand she used it as leverage for a good hard fuck. She also wasn't really trying to last forever, and within about 5 minutes or so, I felt her jam her cock in as deep as it would go and add some more baby batter to my already full womb. After this, she grabbed a napkin and wiped my pussy lips clean and then sat me back on her lap, after kicking off her pants.

Without any more protest I allowed her to put the bottle in my mouth and I drank from it like a good girl. The rest of breakfast went without further incident, just her petting my leg, making me wetter and wetter which, in turn, made her harder and harder. Soon, she stood to her feet, with the last piece of bacon between her lips, and sat me on the edge of the table while she went to put the plate in the sink. "Drink your milk," she ordered, handing me the bottle.

Plopping the little nipple in my mouth, I watch as she slipped dishes in the sink, ran a little water on them to let them soak while eating the strip of bacon. She then grabbed a drink of water before returning to me. Removing the bottle briefly, she gave me another kiss while slipping between my legs and stroking my thighs. Then she laid my on my back, guiding me to replace the bottle, her cock now resting against my clit.

Taking my breasts in her hands she moved her hips to line up her cock with my wet tunnel and quickly drove it home. "Mmm...Missionary is your favorite position, isn't it?" she asked. I shook my head. "No? Then what is?" Wordlessly, I lifted my legs in the air. "Oh. I always think of this one as the Diaper Changer 'cause it feels like that's what I'm doing." she commented and I giggled around the bottle before rolling on my side, her cock still inside me, and positioning so that I was in the spooning position while she was standing. This put me more in a fetal position, but she got the idea. "Ah and the classic spoon. Personally, I'm fond of the Spiderman and any where I can look you directly in the face. I don't know, that little bit of extra joy you get when you see how good you make someone feel." To emphasis her point, she gave me a couple solid thrusts, which made me moan and contort my face in pleasure. "Like that. Does it feel good when I do that?" she asked, tickling my ribs which genuinely made me giggle and laugh, twisting and turning away from her. "Oh, someone's ticklish!" she replied and tickled me harder, causing me to twist and move away from her and off her cock.

"Oh, where do you think you're going? Come back over here, you little slut. I'm not done with you yet." This was accompanied by her simply taking hold of my hips and pulling me back over to her before returning her dick to my cunt.

A moment later, I had finished my milk and pushed the bottle away so I could enjoy the sex. As she got close, she leaned over and kissed me. We made out through our shared orgasm. After the fourth batch of cum, I was pretty confident that I was pregnant, but I was also confident that I wanted her to continue to use me as a cock-sleeve. But, after 4 of the best fuckings of my life, we were both pretty tired and as she pulled out and returned her pants to their rightful position, she carried me to the couch were we spent the rest of the day just watching TV or reading or just simply relaxing.