Take a Nap…

After that work out I picked up Ms. Inga Jonssen and carried her to what I assumed was her bedroom upstairs. This wasn’t an altruistic gesture, rather a self-serving one. Women tended to be more receptive if they perceived they were cared for by the man who just fucked their brains out. The reality was I just wanted to make sure I had the opportunity to make sure she was bred.

I laid down and went to sleep next to Inga simply as a matter of convenience. When I woke up a couple of hours later, I found Inga wrapped around me like I was her giant teddy bear. Extricating myself slowly, I managed to avoid waking her up. Again, that was self-serving. Experience had taught me that virgins tended to need more down time, & while the water was absent any blood, I was sure she would have trouble walking downstairs later. Sleep would help that.

The husband may be my bitch, but he showed gumption by disappearing with Elsa & Tanya before I woke up. In the living room I heard a feminine mezzo-soprano voice singing and the scent of food being cooked. My stomach reminded me that food would be a good idea at this time. However, I had more to accomplish before that could happen.

Walking into the kitchen I see the wife busy making her best interpretation of someone who knew what they were doing but only because they read it. She was spinning around and flipping food on pans only after she identified what she was looking at.

“Oh Dwayne it is good that you’re here, is Inga awake? The food will be ready soon, & that husband of mine said that he would be back with Elsa & Tanya before then.”

I had fucked Inga right in front of the dumbshit’s impotent face, so this news was far from that surprising. Of course, unless he was abandoning his wife & Inga, with Elsa & Tanya, then he was only postponing the inevitable. All these bitches were mine, & he knew he would do nothing about it. Fear of what could happen if his secret was out, was always worse than the event itself.

Smiling to myself, I came up behind the strawberry haired beauty and slipped one hand deftly up under her dress and grabbed her butt, & what would soon be my cunt. She gasped as my index & pointy finger slipped into her moist folds.

My hand found what my nose already told me, a rapidly moistening cunt. Apparently, the mother was well aware of my activities earlier and it both excited her & left her in trepidation. My other hand came up and moved her head to the side for me to claim her mouth in a domineering kiss. Her soft whimper of distress was music to my ears.

Mrs. Barbara Jonssen froze and submitted to my conquest of her oral cavity, as I heated her cunt up quickly. She turned out to be a very passionate woman who needed a good fucking daily. Something her husband failed to provide. As always this was self-serving, because a wet cunt was much easier to fuck & enjoy than trying to fuck sandpaper. However, my actions seemed to have spurred further changes eventually, as she gasped into my claim of her mouth.

Slowly Barbara began reciprocating as she submitted to my ownership of her mouth. I could tell that she was **** whore, but I loved those types. Hopefully she was aware her husband would do nothing. He had already verbally accepted that I would be sleeping in the master bed with his wife & daughters in my arms.

The husband’s behavior sickened me, and that surprised me. I was used to fucking rich white wives by now. I was used to breeding them while their husbands watched in horror. Except this time, the cunt practically offered them up to me. There was no argument, no pushback, if he talked to the right people it could end up being a problem for me. Instead, he sacrificed his own family to get ahead in the local politics.

Of course, I fully intended to give him a whole host of curly-haired babies for whom to care for and raise, by the time I was done with this college. His wife and daughters were my fuck toys, he could only postpone the inevitable for Elsa & Tanya. If I wanted to I might even decide to take his women.

“We shouldn’t… please, I am married.” Barbara breathlessly whispered as if someone else might hear if she spoke normally. She did that while making the most delicious whimpers of ****.