Pull out (just barely in time)

“You're mine now, your highness!” I grunt as I start pounding even harder. “If I want to fill your womb with my seed, that's what I'm going to do.” I could feel her squirming under me. To be honest I'm not sure if it is my pretty tenant who is worried about getting knocked up or if she is still imagining what it might be like for that innocent princess impregnated by the selfish prince.

“Everyone will know what you did to me.” Her small hands cling to my shoulders and in spite of her protests I can feel her pelvis rocking against me with each thrust. “I won't be able to hide my shame!”

“That's right.” I'm feeling far more excited by the idea of my seed fertilizing an egg and a baby growing in her womb than I should. The rational side of me knows that fathering a child at sixty would be wildly irresponsible, but there is a primitive need to procreate that is wired into our male DNA. “Your belly is going to swell like a balloon and your pretty little breasts will fill with milk.” I was expecting this graphic description to send my sexy tenant into a panic, but instead she clings to me even harder, and her protests turn to soft whimpers of pleasure.

Pulling out is the hardest thing I've done since Fran's funeral, and I wait until the very last possible moment savoring the feeling of her tight sex clinging to my cock. Her cry of surprise and frustration is almost as heartfelt as the one she gave when plunged into her the first time simulating the deflowering of the pure young princess.

My cock pulls free just in time as the first jet of cum pulses in a strong stream up between her tits. It's been years since I've had sex with a woman, and the amount of jizz that I pump onto Alison's torso is as surprising as it is satisfying. Alison seems even more overwhelmed by the abundant coating of pearly seed that covers her.

As we recover, Alison's fingers trace through the puddles of the cum between her breasts. This is clearly a new experience for the sheltered woman and there is a little of the dominant prince still inspiring me. I scoop up a big bead of cum from her belly and bring it to her lips. She shakes her head but I'm not taking 'no' for an answer.

“Open up.” I insist. “Taste my seed.” I watch with satisfaction as she nervously obeys, and I push the glob between her soft lips. “Lick those fingers like a good little princess.” For the next few minutes, I scoop up more of the white jizz and feed her until she is sucking my fingers without protest. This isn't just about me asserting my control over my new lover. I plan to have this beautiful young woman sucking on my cock a lot and I want to make sure she gets used to the taste of cum.

We lay together on the bed for a while until she breaks the silence with a soft whisper. “Mr. P,” Her hushed gasp is throaty and deep, “I thought you were going to fill me up.” Her pretty eyes search mine for any sign of understanding as her hand unconsciously moves down until it cups her lower belly. “I thought I was going to be as pregnant as that poor princess you just ravished.”

“Yeah, I'm sorry.” Now that the excitement of fucking this beautiful young woman is over, I realize how close I came to doing just that. I resolve to get to the pharmacy first thing in the morning, so I always have rubbers on hand from now on.

“That was too risky, Honey.” I warn her. “We can't let ourselves go like that again.”