He heard right

Kyle's heart skips a beat at her words. His cock beat up with a couple of ejaculations begins to harden once more. "Say what?" he breathes, unable to believe his ears. "You want...you want me to make you pregnant?" He groans, still feeling the heat of her body surrounding him. "And then you want me to do the same to your sisters?" His hands go on her perfect tits, roughly pinching on the soft flesh.

"Well of course, they have excellent genes just like myself. I want you to give them a kid." She bites her lip, and begins to contract her vagina muscles, while her legs are locked around his waist. She arches her back, pulling him deeper inside her. "I need you to fill me up, that as I see the two stripes I will introduce you to Olga and Helga." Her breath is coming in short gasps as she feels his cock getting harder against her inner walls.

"Ah fuck..." Kyle growls, feeling her contract around him. He thrusts harder, feeling his cock sliding against her wet folds. "You like that, huh?" He grunts, feeling her inner muscles milking him. "You want me to fuck you and your sister? You want me to fuck you until you're so full you can't even walk?"

"Oh, I'd love that." Emma moans, her pussy clenching down on him as he thrusts deeper. "But you seem to be talking too much. Grab my hips, I want to feel you deep inside me." She arches her back, meeting his thrusts, her breath coming in short gasps as their bodies slide together.

Kyle holds on to Emma's hips for dear life, feeling her inner muscles gripping and milking his cock as they thrust together. He slams into her over and over, their bodies slapping wetly as they move. His eyes are locked on her, watching her face contort in pleasure as he takes her. His thrusts grow more urgent, more ****, his need to cum building inside him.

Feeling Kyle's state, Emma brings him for another kiss, "Come on, knock me up!" Her hands grip his hair, pulling his face down as she kisses him passionately. Her hips move in rhythm with his, her pussy milking his cock. "Cum for me," she whispers, "Cum deep inside me." Her legs hugging him tightly, she arches her back, pushing him deeper as she feels his hot seed pulsing inside of her.

Kyle, having finally being released from Emma's leg-lock falls on her office chair, panting heavily, his cock still hard and slick with a mix of her juices and his cum. He looks in front of him, breathlessly. "That...that was amazing." He whispers, unable to believe how good it felt to be inside her. "I've never...felt anything like it." He says, his eyes trailing over her muscular body, still glistening with sweat and leaking his cum from her tight pussy.

Emma, however, does not wait. She quickly slides of her table and does some stretching exercises as if nothing happened. "Well, that was refreshing." She says casually, "But I don't think you can survive another round." Her tone is light and playful, but it still carries a hint of command. "Go on, see ya tomorrow." She motions him to do so with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Kyle shakes his head, still catching his breath. "What? See ya tomorrow? You just had me fuck you. And now you want me to just... go?" Kyle says, his voice cracking as he tries to understand what just happened. "Is this some kind of joke?"

Emma looks at Kyle with a small smile. "Oh, I'm sorry. That is not what I meant." She fixes her hair and goes in the middle of the office to retrieve her bra, "I want you to fuck me more. But you are definitely in no condition right now." She finishes putting her bra on and steps closer to him, her breasts swaying just out of his reach. "Why don't you take some nice rest, and come back tomorrow?" She looks at her clock, "Oh, you almost made late to the dinner." She says with a soft chuckle.

"Fuck you." Kyle growls, his anger boiling over. "I will make you late for that dinner with your stupid cuckold of a fiance!" He snaps, rising to his feet. He grabs her wrist and pulls her roughly against him until she falls on her knees.

"Oh, really?" Emma asks, arching her back slightly. "Somebody wants to take charge?" She easily breaks out of his grip, yet slowly crawls to him, until she sits right between Kyle's knees. "So, how are you going to make me late to my cuckold," she really empathizes the last word, "fiance's dinner?" She grins wickedly, "Maybe you could fuck me again?" Her hand slowly travels up his thigh, feeling the heat of his body through his pants.

"You don't get to decide that, you fucking slut." He growls, his cock getting harder every second. "I'm going to fuck you, but not the way you think. You're going to **** on it." He reaches with his hand and grabs a nice fist full of her hair. "A nice, long, hard..." He pauses, eyes glinting with anger and lust. "...skull fuck."

The smile cracks on Emma's face as Kyle grabs a fistful of her hair. "Oh, really? You will fuck my face? You think you're so big and strong, don't you?" She laughs softly, her chin pointed straight at him as he holds her hair. "Well, go ahead. I will let you do it if you cum in my pussy."

"Oh, really?" Kyle growls, his grip tightening on her hair as his other hand joins in. "You think you can make me your cum dispenser?" His fingers roughly clench on her hair making her cry out in pain. "You're wrong. I'm going to fuck you until you **** on it. Then I'm going to make you **** with my cum."

With a final surge of anger and lust, Kyle roughly yanks Emma's head down, forcing her lips to accept his member. His cock thrusts roughly into her mouth, as his hands grip tightly on her hair. He slams his hips forward, impaling himself on her mouth, his thick cock filling her throat with every thrust. She gags and chokes, but he doesn't care. He feels her hands grasping at his hips, clawing at him as she tries to pull him deeper, trying to get more of him.

Kyle feels that Emma still somehow control her head movement by pulling on his thighs. "Put your hands behind your back, whore." He growls, his hips slamming into her mouth. She looks up at him with lustful and angry expression, but her hands slip down her back, obeying his command. He pushes her as deep as he can and orders, "Stay like that, do not move." He then lifts his hands of her head, and looks down at her.

Emma gags, chokes, but follows the order, looking up at Kyle with crazy, lustful eyes. Her hands tremble behind her back as she tries to focus on breathing through her nose, feeling the warmth of Kyle's cock stretching her throat. Her throat burns from repeated thrusts, but she still swallows his cockhead, giving him a proper throat service.

Kyle looks at her for a moment, feeling himself getting calmer. He takes a deep breath, then, he reaches to her throat with his hand, feeling his cock bulge her throat. His other hand moves to her hair, gently, softly, running through it. "That's it, slut. That is what you deserve." He grabs her hair and slowly dislodges his cock from her throat.

"Do you want more?" He asks, his voice husky and rough. His cock twitches, leaking precum and saliva on her chin. He growls, his grip on her hair tightening. "Beg me, slut. Beg me to fuck your mouth hole."

Emma looks up at Kyle, her eyes wide and pleading, her cheeks flushed from the effort of taking his cock. Even with precum and saliva smeared all over her face, she's still stunning. Her eyes pierce into him, not willing to give up. Kyle angrily pulls her hair up and down, causing pain to shoot through her scalp, until she finally says "Please, Kyle. I need more. Please, fuck my mouth. Let me taste you cum" Her voice is raspy, barely a whisper. "Please."

The words pierce through him, making his anger flare up again. He roughly yanks her head back and shoves his cock back into her mouth, feeling her throat close around him. "That's it, you fucking tease." He growls, his hips thrusting forward, forcing her to take him deeper. "Take it all, you filthy whore."

Kyle's thrusts become more furious, more animalistic as he fucks her mouth. He grabs her head, holding her steady as he pounds into her, his hips slapping against her face. He feels her hands slide up his thighs, her nails digging into his skin, and he moans into her mouth.

Kyle's body tenses, and he lets out a long, guttural groan as he comes, shooting his hot cum deep into her throat. His hips buck once, twice, as he empties himself into her mouth. Emma feels it first as a warmth spreading on her tongue, then as a thick, hot liquid filling her throat, making it impossible to breathe. She chokes, gags, and sputters, but Kyle's grip on her head never slackens.

When he finally releases her head, and she collapses on her knees, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Kyle's cock, still hard, slips out of her mouth and slaps against her cheek. Kyle takes his soft cock and slaps her on the forehead. "That's what you get for being such a slut, Emma."

Emma wipes her face with the back of her hand, looking up at Kyle with an expression of awe and submissiveness. Her lips part as she exhales shakily, her breath hot against her palm. "That was... good. I've never had anyone fuck my throat before." She reaches forward and licks his cock clean with her tongue before getting on her feet.

She walks over to her desk and leans against it, crossing her arms under her breasts. "You seem to have quite the power trips when I talk about my fiance," she says, her voice soft and teasing. "Maybe I should talk about him before we start." Her eyes flick down to his crotch, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Now seriously, dress up, and get out."

Kyle glances down at his clothes, then back up at Emma. His face expressing a satisfied smile. "Fine," he growls, quickly gathering his clothes and puts them on. He meets Sarah who shows him the way out of the office building.

As Kyle walks out of the office building, he cannot help but feel a sense of accomplishment and desire coursing through his veins. He cannot understand what is going on, why Emma fucked him, why she did let him throat fuck her. But he decides to enjoy it while it lasts. He's been a lonely porn watcher, but now he's living out his fantasies, and it's fucking awesome.