Yes, you are! Trick him into fatherhood!

"Of course I am!" Tyler was clearly waiting to hear those words. Before the last word even escapes your mouth, he thrusts himself into you. You long to kiss him, but he is leaning backward, holding your legs up in front of him. Down lower, he is fucking you at a steady pace. You cover your face with your hands, unable to even bear the light as Tyler steadily picks up the pace, faster and faster, until he's pounding you like a jackhammer. You **** your hands to the side. Tyler Avel is fucking you! You're not going to miss seeing a single second of it even if the entire damn hotel were burning down around you. It might be, for all you are aware of your surroundings. Even if your plan fails, and you never see him again after this one perfect night, you'll replay it in your memory for decades to come. You focus on every detail. The way his cock tugs on your pussy, pulling slightly on your flesh with every movement despite the copious lubrication. The way his thumbs turn in circles on your ankles as he holds them. The single drop of sweat falling from his forehead and onto your belly.

Without warning, he lets go of your legs and drops himself flat onto you. His arms worm their way under your body, and as he hold you tight, you kiss him. Finally. Your legs lift into the air on their own, straining to give Tyler the best possible angle as he continues fucking you. You return his embrace and his kiss, throwing your entire being into both. His pace quickens even further, and you feel him throb inside of you. This is it! You cum again at the thought of Tyler Avel knocking you up, at a vision of yourself in a bridal gown, streched by your pregnant belly, has you make your way along the aisle. As you lock your legs around his ass, denying him any escape he might have planned, he breaks the kiss and growls into your ear. "You are mine now, Cindy. Mine forever!" Does he know? Has he somehow realized he might be about to be a dad? Did he want it too? It doesn't matter. It's too late anyway, you have him right where you want him. An instant later, with a grunt, he thrusts all the way inside you, and pure pleasure erupts in every nerve in your body as you take his cum.

After a shared orgasm that lasted an eternity, you open your eyes again. That was a weird dream. A hotel room? Master is home, why would you be in a hotel room? And something about Tyler Avel? The singer? Oh, no! As Master fucked you, you had imagined it was someone else! Is that cheating? Did you cheat on Master? Panic and grief rise within you, and you hold on to Master as tightly as you can with all your limbs. "I'm sorry Master, I'm so sorry..." You repeat it over and over, sobbing against Master's chest. Master just laughs. You don't understand Master, some times. But He seems happy, so He must have forgiven you already. Still, you press yourself against him. You had come SO close to disobedience, and it terrified you. You keep clinging to Him even as He grabs His phone off the nightstand and calls someone. "It's done," He says, "you can come over now." You hear a high-pitched voice coming from the phone, but can't make out what it's saying. "No," Master replies, "Even better. Just come see for yourself..."