Blake grabs Semra's hips

"I can't do this" I protested. "I'll get pregnant. I'm not on any birth control." I tried to fight off the lust, and tried to squirm off of Blake at the same time. But Blake forcefully grabbed me by the hips, and slammed me down on his cock. It was in me! It was deep inside me! I could feel the head probing the top of my womb. "AAAUUUGGGHHH!" I moaned. My senses reeled with desire. But I quickly regained control. "No please don't make me do this!" I begged again. "My husband... I'm happily married!" I tried to raise myself up off of him, but he held me firmly in place.

"You don't understand, I just claimed you. You're not going anywhere, because you belong to me now" Blake said. "Now take a picture of us. Make sure that slutty expression of yours gets top billing."

I did as Blake told me. I took a picture, and I'm sure the expression on my face said it all. It was a mixture of lust, fear, and surprise all rolled into one.

"Good girl" said Blake. "Now give me your phone. I'm going to film us while you fuck me. So get those hips moving."

What else could I do? I was impaled upon his cock, and he held me there with one big, strong arm around my waist. I started to cry as Blake began to film us. "My husband will divorce me. I love him. I don't want to lose him. Please let me go" I pleaded. "I'm going to end up pregnant with your baby! We've been trying for a baby for months now."

"Then divorce him" said Blake in an authoritative voice. "You can move in with me, and I'll make you my cum slut. You can have as many babies as you want. Now do your job, and fuck me like the slut you are."

I sobbed as I started rocking my hips. I knew once John saw this my marriage would be over. Then Blake pulled up my dress, making my naked ass visible to the camera so John could see we were really fucking. Why did I let it get this crazy? Did I want this to happen? Was I that submissive? Where did Monica go? Was this her idea? Did she set me up? I cried bitter tears for John, for my marriage, for coming here in the first place. The questions kept running through my head as the tears kept flowing. I had another man's cock in my womb. Did I really want it there? why didn't I fight him? Why did I allow him to impale me? My heart felt sick at the loss of my husband, and my hips stopped moving. Was I a slut deep down inside? Is that what Monica was trying to bring out in me?

"You will fuck me, and you will enjoy it" Blake said in a thin, angry voice. He smacked my ass hard.

I looked into my phone, which Blake was still holding. Tears were still streaming down my face. "John, darling. I love you. I'm so sorry. This wasn't my choice."

Blake grew impatient. He looked into the phone and said "John, your wife belongs to me now. She will become my ****. I am going to fuck her, right here, and right now, and fill her with so much cum she's going to end up pregnant with my baby, not yours. I'm going to let you watch." He lifted up my dress, and panned the phone around my bare naked ass to show John that I was indeed impaled upon his cock.

So that was it? I was Blake's ****? Is this something he and Monica both cooked up? Something deep inside me told me this was Monica's doing. But why? Why would she want to see this happen to me? We'd always been the best of friends. I started to feel guilty for suspecting her. How could I do that to my best friend?

Blake slapped my bare ass again, causing me to jump slightly. "I said fuck me, slut. Fuck me, and I will give you what you desire, what your impotent husband can't give you."

I gave up the fight. I surrendered finally to Blake's demands. Grudgingly, I started slowly moving my hips.

"That's it princess" Blake's soothing voice whispered. "A little at a time. Get yourself used to it. You'll be servicing this cock for a very long time."

The fight was over, though the guilt remained. I had to shrug it off, and I had to face the fact that once John saw the film, it would be over between us. I decided no one was to blame but me. I made the choice. I had to live with the consequences. The tears stopped flowing, and I began to concentrate on making Blake feel good. It was all I had left, and I now knew it. I was his property, his ****.

"Looks like you're starting to enjoy it now, princess" he whispered into my ear. "You have an extraordinary pussy. It's so wet, and so tight. I love the way it hugs my cock."

John, for the most part, had never said anything like that to me. Most of our sexual encounters had been pretty much straight forward, or on the generic side. Blake's words had an effect on me. I began to feel wanted, desired, dirty, and slutty all in one nice little package. I picked up the pace a little bit, and it began to feel good.

"That's it, you little slut" Blake whispered. "Fuck that cock inside you. Make it cum inside you. Make it give you a baby."

"Yes!" I said as I threw back my head to toss my hair out of the way. I wanted Blake now. I wanted his cum. I wanted his baby. I began to bounce up and down on Blake's cock, not caring any more about the consequences of my actions. His cock was so big, so fat, so good! My pussy even reacted to it differently now. It began to contract around his shaft, sucking him back into me.

"Your pussy is so good" said Blake. "I knew when I saw you I had found the right girl."

I paid no attention, but kept going. I wanted to have an orgasm, and I knew I was headed for a big one. Nothing else mattered but that orgasm. Not my marriage, or getting pregnant with some stranger's baby. I redoubled my efforts, and they paid off. I tried to keep my voice down as I panted and whimpered with delight into Blake's ear. Then it happened. Blake fired the first shot deep inside me, and the heat from it set me off like a rocket. My body froze and tingled from head to toe, though my hips still rocked with a lewd motion, milking the rest of Blake's potent baby making seed from his ample balls.

I felt it as time seemed to stand still. His sperm had found its target. It felt so different, so right. I knew I was pregnant, and it set off another large orgasm as I bucked and writhed on Blake's lap. Yes, my marriage was probably over, but a new life was just beginning. I fell against Blake's chest, and he held me close. I knew I would be his ****, and he would become my Master. I didn't care any more. I just wanted to be his, and to have his baby.