Chloe's Summer Vacation

Derek knelt down hurried to wash her legs so he could stand back up and resume grinding his cock into her back. Taking a brief swipe at her pussy, he spent his time focusing on Chloe's perky little tits. He kneaded and groped them in rhythm with his thrusts to her back.

Derek turned Chloe around and gave her the loofah, saying, "Your turn." He took his cock in his hand and stroked it as Chloe washed, taking care of soaping his own cock and rinsing it off. When Chloe tried to reach to wash his shoulders unsuccessfully, he picked her up to give her the ability to reach him.

Ready to fuck, as soon as he held Chloe up by her ass cheeks, he lined up his cock with her pussy and sunk her onto his cock, only getting about a third of his cock in with how tight Chloe was. He let out a loud moan that echoed in the shower stall at finally getting to feel pussy around his cock.

Standing in the middle of the shower, Derek started moving his arms to move Chloe's ass, seeing how much of his cock he could get in. Chloe was so tight, he had be to slow without injuring her.
 
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Chloe steeled herself, trying not to whimper as she went about the task of working the thick frothy lather all over his firm, powerful body. She caressed his calves, his thighs, the taught ripples of his abs, his chest, his hips…. She lingered on his bottom, feeling how taught it was… his forearms, his biceps…

She didn't fully understand why they were actually washing each other, at first. She had been so desperate for him to fuck her her body was trembling, her vision obscured by tears. She had expected him to simply bend her over and plow himself inside her, expected to be screaming… but instead he had carefully lathered and washed her, making her body feel fresh and soft. She felt an intimacy between them… felt her own body loosening even as her tiny little pussy continued to dribble her arousal down her thighs.

Of course, the one part of him that he HADN'T allowed her to wash was what fascinated her the most. It stuck out proudly from his body, rigid and hard, and she watched as he washed it all over, watched as the lather trickled away under the stream of water down his thick testicles. It twitched powerfully as he touched it, and again she bit her lip, feeling a clenching in her tummy at the idea that he was going to push that inside her.

She continued to clean him, leaving his whole body soapy against the slick, glossy clean wetness of her own skin as the water cascaded over her. She was standing up on her tiptoes, rubbing the loofa over his shoulders, when she felt his hands wrap around her waist. She looked up at him, feeling him lift her up, and she quickly dropped the loofa to wrap her hands around his shoulders. He readjusted his hands to cradle her naked bottom, and she responded, lifting up her knees , gripping onto his hips…

She felt him settle her onto the glass wall of the shower, his body pressing into hers… and one hand went under her… and she felt the bulky fullness of his cockhead. He was working it through the slippery wetness of her labia, settling into the tiny unfolding opening of her teenage cunt… She looked up at him, her eyes wide and trusting, biting her lip. She nodded to him, to make sure he knew it was okay. She wanted him to fuck her.

The pressure made her groan. He was so thick. Even as he braced himself firmly against her and let her own body weight lower her down onto him, she could feel just how very much her poor little pussy was being stretched. She clutched him tightly, holding her eyes shut against his shoulder, feeling the soft, delicate flesh of her pussy being pulled inward by the relentless force of his cock, only to then feel the gooey wetness inside her allow their flesh to slide in even deeper… she’d never felt like this, never in her life…

And then there was a dull, throbby pressure. He was BURIED inside her… she knew from science class that he was pressing into her cervix, but it was a sensation she had never, ever felt before. “so full…” she whimpered… how long could he stay in her like this?

And then, as if to answer, she felt both of his hands on her bottom, and he started to lift her. She held tight, letting him rock himself inside her. She wondered why he was being so gentle… she was taking more inside her than she had ever felt in her life… but….

She caught their reflection in the glass of the shower, and moaned pitifully. He had only pushed SOME of his cock inside her. The huge swollen fullness she was feeling, making her tummy feel distended, was only a small amount of him… she clenched him harder… knowing he was going to do so much more to her...
 
Derek was expecting Chloe to be tight, but this was something else. Chloe's juices were doing evertything they could to accept his cock. Only having a portion of his cock in her didn't bother him as he hadn't had any pussy in the last couple days, so Derek was on edge from the start.

Derek's instincts were wanting him to treat her like a fuck toy, with no regard for Chloe's desires at all. But Chloe's pussy was so tight, he couldn't pound her with the full force he was accustomed to when he fucked his wife.

Against his will he just slowly raised Chloe's ass up and down, only stopping when the soft head of his cock gently bumped into her cervix. Eventually this became too frustrating for him, so he set her back down on the ground, spun her around and pushed her into the glass of the shower. Bending her so her tiny ass was presented to him. He smacked it a couple times before taking her by the hips and slamming his cock into her, finally able to drive his cock the way he wanted to.

Once he got a good rhythm, he took Chloe's hair and pulled her head back, arching her back, and said to her, "I'm gonna fuck you real good, my dear little slut. You're about to experience how a man fucks you."
 
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Chloe’s eyes rolled back into her head. She had known he was thick, and that she was going to feel stretched… but this was almost too much! She clutched onto his shoulders for dear life, feeling him work her up and down… her breath was coming in desperate pants as he slid that huge, violently hard cock inside her tiny little opening… She could feel herself gushing inside, her own arousal so intense as she struggled to take him… but each time there was that dull pressure as he eased himself all the way into her, and she moaned pitifully…

Finally, she felt him lift her up… she reached back, resting a hand on the side of the shower. As his cock slid from her pussy she felt the sudden little gloop of her creamy arousal dribbling from her, only to quickly be flushed away by the shower. She wondered… is the shower making this harder? Would he have an easier time if they weren’t washing everything away? He lowered her to her feet, and she looked up at him…

He wasn’t stopping, was he? She felt a tiny kernel of panic starting to bubble up in her tummy. Had she not been good enough? Was she so tight that he was changing his mind? Was he going to send her away like a child, and find a real woman to fuck him? She started to reach for his chest, still shaky on her feet, wanting to find some way to connect with him again, to do better for him...

Suddenly, he grabbed her, and spun her against the glass wall of the shower, shoving her downward, her hands bracing her pitifully, her breasts smooshed up against the glass as his hands went to her naked bottom, giving her several firm spanks on both of her round, perky cheeks. He seemed to move her feet apart, lifting her up, getting his body down low…

And her mouth dropped open, her head dropping forward against the glass. He had taken that big cock and SHOVED it back up inside her. He was filling her completely, all at once. She couldn’t make a sound, the sensation of being fo full so fast driving all her senses from her, but before she knew it, he was yanking back and stuffing her full again… and again….

Oh…. Fuck….. He… Was….FUCKING…. Her…

She squealed as he gripped her hair, yanking her head back, keeping her back arched and her but up high so he could slam her full of cock. He called her a slut… told her how he was going to show her how a grown man fuck… She felt herself drooling, her tight little body struggling to take him, but he was in a good position now, able to pound into her, even if she still couldn’t take all of him.

Slowly, one of her fingers slipped down from the wall. She leaned her shoulder into it, able to look back and watch him pound into her. He leaned right into the slight shift of her position, reaching down and gripping her leg, holding it up, turning her just a bit to the side…. She squealed, feeling how this new angle let him shove just a tiny, tiny bit more of his cock into her as he slammed inside her, stretching her so much… her free hand slipped down between their legs, wanting to feel his cock pistoning into her….

But instead, her fingers felt her own soft sex, and the way it twisted and pulled under his pounding. Her fingertips found her clitoral hood, already stretched out, her tiny little clit standing out and exposed… and she started to roll her fingers over it in time with his throbbing cock’s constant thrusting into her…

She bit her lip, looking back up at him… oh god…..

She squealed, her orgasm making her shudder. She fell forward, slipping off his cock and dropping to her knees, shaking as she came all over herself...
 
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As Chloe was squealing, it only made Derek pound into her harder. There was a primal urge inside him as he fucked Chloe. She was his conquest, his prize, his toy, and he was taking pride in how he was manhandling her.

The tightness of Chloe's pussy was adding an immense pressure to Derek's cock that was making him feel himself getting closer to cumming. He had already determined he was going to cum in Chloe's pussy, but he didn't want to cum so soon. He wanted to fuck Chloe some more in the shower, but the pressure on his cock from her tightness was so intense.

He could see Chloe trying to reach now to play with her clit, and shifted to oblige her. He could tell he was going to cum if she did, so he decided to acquiesce, giving her his creamy filling as she convulsed underneath him. He began to pound Chloe as hard and as fast as he could, which wasn't much given her tightness, and was getting tighter as he felt her orgasm building. He felt that tingle in his balls, ready to do it, ready to claim Chloe as his and mark her pussy as his with his seed.

And then Chloe came, and she became so tight that she pushed his cock out of her. She fell to her knees in front of him, convulsing in her orgasm with him on edge for his. He grabbed her hair and yanked her back so her mouth was pointing to the ceiling, and he shoved his cock in her mouth. He grabbed both sides of her skull and face fucked her, demanding her body give him his release.

It only took a few thrusts before he felt his cock pulse. He shoved himself as far down her throat as he could and exploded, shooting his cum straight down into her stomach. He moaned as he felt Chloe choking on his cock, making sure she stayed in place until he was done.

Finished with his orgasm, he pulled himself out of Chloe entirely, giving her a minute to catch her breath. Shutting the shower off, we reached over on the nearby shelf and grabbed a towel, drying himself off. Once he finished, he picked Chloe up and towel her off himself, keeping her close to him as he did.

Dropping the towel on the floor, he then picked Chloe up like before and carried her over to the bed. Plopping her down, he went to the kitchenette and grabbed the bottle of wine he referred to earlier and two glasses.

Returning to the bed, he held out the glasses and said, "Care for a drink? Something to relax you."
 
I shivered and shook, feeling my poor little pussy all swollen and tender, the muscles contracting tightly as my orgasm clenched and released, shooting into my tummy and legs, making my shoulders shake and my nipples feel sharp… my skin pimpling under the flow of water that gushed over my face. I hadn’t meant to fall off of him, but when I came my pussy had clenched so suddenly I couldn’t control it… he was so slippery from my gooey little cunt that he had shot right out, and I hadn’t been able to stay on my feet. I needed to get back up, needed to get in position for him to continue fucking me… I just needed… A second…

Suddenly he loomed over me, standing right over my face. I felt his huge powerful hands reaching down and cradling my head, gripping me under my throat, tipping my face back… the shower flowing freely over my face. Oh God…. His cock was so big, right in front of my face… he was guiding it downward…

I opened my mouth, knowing what he wanted. I had sucked a few cocks before, but nothing like this. I rested my tiny hands on his calves, bracing myself…. But he held my head firmly, his huge cock stretching my mouth much further than I imagined possible. He didn’t slow down, filling my mouth with the taste of my own pussy… and he didn’t stop when my mouth was full. I felt my gag reflex convulsing, my stomach trying to retch, but he didn’t stop. He just pushed, holding me in place by the throat so I couldn’t escape. I burbled and gagged, each shuddering, gasping attempt to force his cock out of my throat was met with no movement at all from him, just a constant downward pressure, and my throat was quickly sloppy with a frothy soup of the goo burbling out of my face, smearing everything, flushing away with the shower but still choking me…

He was thrusting his cock down into me. I felt the dense wall of muscle that was his stomach pressed into my nose. He was COMPLETELY inside me… I could feel his cockshaft inside my NECK… The swelling throb of his cock as it started to get ready to climax stretched my entire esophagus, making me groan in pain. The big, dense, MASS of cum pooled inside my throat, hot and gooey and slickly trickling right down into my tummy. He held me like that, pulsing again, and again… and again… and AGAIN… and A G A I N…. until he finally withdrew himself in one swift movement. All the sloppy mess that had been flooding my throat and my mouth and my sinuses gushed out of me. I doubled over on the tile, retching… what felt like gallons of goo pouring out of my mouth and nostrils. I choked and gasped… thankful that I was in the shower, feeling the hot water rushing over me, washing away all of the goop. I wailed pitifully, trying to breath normally, feeling my pussy throb as my throat slowly returned to it’s normal size, remember how it had felt to have his cock stretching me there as well. My hand shook weakly as I reached for my face, wiping the goo from my lips and nostrils…

The water stopped flowing, and I looked up at him pitifully. He was drying his body, looking so hard and unweildingly big. I felt him lift me up, carrying me through the suite, the soft towel gently drying me. Soon I was lying in his big expansive bed with it’s luxuriously fluffy comforter. He handed me a glass of wine. I took it, and sipped it cautiously… my brain still not completely caught up to everything he had done to me. It was perfect. It soothed my throat and my tummy, which still felt sloshy with all the cum he had put inside me. I drank heartilly, feeling my mind go soft and quiet as I quickly polished off her glass, and held it up wanting more.

“I’ve… never done any of that before.” I said softly, holding my glass with both hands as he filled it. “I mean... I have, but not like that.” I sipped again, a bit slower this time, looking up at him with big innocent eyes. “That… was a lot, wasn’t it?”
 
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Derek stood there and sipped on his wine, watching and listening to Chloe. When she finished, he merely said, "No... That was only the beginning..."

Setting his wine glass on the nightstand, he went back into the living room, and went through his suitcase, digging through his sex stuff, finding a bottle of lube. Returning to the bed, he patted the edge of the bed and said, "Come here."

Kneeling down and opening her legs once she got in position, Derek leaned in and began to eat her out. He used his tongue to lick her pussy lips and alternated that with kissing her clit and sucking it into his mouth, trying to get her juices flowing again. Once he could taste them seeping out, he stuck a finger in her tight pussy, gently pushing it in until he found her g-spot and played with it while he used his thumb to play with her clit.

Satisfied that she was wet again, he withdrew the finger in her pussy. He then climbed up on the bed and offered his finger soaked in her juices to have her suck them off. Once finished, he took the lube bottle and squirted some in his hand. He then carefully applied it to her pussy lips. His cock now rock hard, he squirted more lube in his hand and liberally applied it to his uncircumcised cock.

Putting the tube down, he got himself into position on the edge of the bed. Seeing as he was taller than the bed, he grabbed a couple pillows and placed them under Chloe's ass, raising it up, before sinking his cock back in her pussy, still super tight, but easier to enter with the lube.
 
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"No... That was only the beginning..."

She was in mid-sip of her wine when she heard it. She alcohol and sex-addled mind didn’t quite understand it at first, and as he stood up and went over to the suitcases in the corner, there was a moment when she didn’t understand what he was saying. Suddenly, her eyes widened. “R...really?” She muttered weakly, her muscles at once shuddering as she felt her tensing little pussy suddenly start to moisten again at the very thought of taking MORE of him.

She quickly drained her entire wine glass, her arm stretching out to blindly set it on the bedside table. Could he really do it? The high school boyfriend she had sex with could never get hard again after he had cum on her face, no matter how hard he tried; it had made him so frustrated. But as Derek stood and walked toward the bed, she realized that his huge, powerful cock was just as hard, just as scary… sticking out from his body, swaying with each step.

"Come here." he said, patting the edge of the bed. She scooted toward him, cautiously leading with her legs, easing them off the edge, very awar of the sensation of the cool silk comforter under her, sliding against her exposed, wet little pussy with each scoot…

He worked himself between her legs, and she felt him tug her forward a little, lifting her thighs up onto his shoulders… And she gasped, her eyes snapping wide. Oh god… she had heard of this, but had never imagined what it would feel like. His beard dragged over the inside of her thighs, his mouth working roughly against her lips, and his big thick tongue dragged itself into her, lapping vigorously upward, the pointed tip flicking over her clit. Her fingers tightened in the comforter, her back arching. Oh… God…. This…. Was…. Amazing…

She could feel how intensely wet she was. Feel how gooey slick his cheeks and beard were getting as he worked himself into her. This will be better, she thought to herself… the shower won’t be washing everything away, I’ll be better able to take… I squealed suddenly… he was working his fingers inside me, curling them upward, brushing against parts of me that made sudden, violent darts of excitement shoot right through me. My knees wanted to straighten, but I forced myself to hold this position… his thumb rolled over my clit, meeting with the upward pushing sensation of his finger inside me… the soft flesh between his fingers jolting over and over, my tummy bucking… I was going to cum if he kept doing this…

Which… clearly was exactly where he wanted me. He climbed up, and fed me his fingers. I reached up and held his wrist, licking and sucking my own taste from his fingers eagerly, while he did something with his other hand. Something that involved him gently working his fingers through my labia… something… warm… and creamy…

He slipped away, and I watched him, confused…. He lifted me up by my hips, and put pillows under me…. And then he was looming over me, taking my legs and parting them, aligning himself with my hips…. I felt my breathing coming heavy. He was getting ready to put himself back inside me!

The sensation was completely different. I felt the sudden, swelling, unyielding pressure, but his huge mass just slipped inside me. Even feeling his huge bulk, and the intense tightness of my stretching body, he was able to just work himself right inside, quickly filling me. My eyes wide, I stared at him, watching him clench my hips… and suddenly He was pounding into me. My hands shot down, grabbing his, my legs wrapping around his body… my back arching again, my head rolling back… all I could do was groan as I felt his massive cock fill my tiny little pussy over and over, slamming inside, each thrust making my whole body shake.

Oh… GOD…..
 
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Derek felt good now that he could give Chloe a proper fucking, pounding away. Chloe's legs draped over his chest, feet hanging over his shoulders, her pussy still super tight and putting pressure on his cock when he was all the way in.

For the moment, Derek was giving Chloe a chance to get use to him before he really gave it to her, he reached down and pressed her thumb on clit, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts, trying to get Chloe to cum. He wanted Chloe cumming. He wanted her cumming again and again. He wanted her to have the best fuck of her life. That way she would come back for more the whole weekend, willing to give him free pussy.

As he was trying to do this, he was fucking her and pushing her back enough that the pillows were starting to shift under her, the firm mini pillows not conforming to keep her in place. Plus, he felt the lube losing effectiveness. Pulling out, he picked up her ass, pushed the pillows aside, flipped her over, and put her on her hands and knees. Putting a little extra lube on his cock, he easily slammed back into her.

Grabbing her hips, he started pounding into her, being too big for her and still not getting himself all the way in. He was wanting to really slam into her, but he had to settle for shorter thrusts, not able to just stop when he crashed into her ass.

Putting his hand on her ass, he rubbed it for a sec before slapping it. Seeing Chloe's reaction, he said, "You like this, slut? You like being fucked by a real man?"
 
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She felt him move his hand onto her abdomen, but didn’t know why he did it. She didn’t care, it felt so good. Each time he pushed his cock up inside her, the pressure of his hand on her tummy felt like he was squeezing her between his hand and his cock, and the sensation made her feel he was fucking her entire body. She groaned at the thought. But then, he moved his thumb down, and it rubbed over her distended little clit. He wasn’t gentle pressing and stroking with each brutal thrust of his cock inside her tiny little pussy.

She shuddered. Her legs trembled as they squeezed his shoulders, her tiny fists balling up in the comforter. The pillows under her bottom kept her hoisted upward, his cock thrusting down into her like a piston. Each overwhelming thrust into her making her entire body spasm…. And with the sudden attention to her sensitive clit… her back arched, and she squealed…. Her teeny little cunt suddenly flooding with her own cum, squishing out as he jammed himself into her, her tight little pussy walls clenching, anticipating his thrust, forcing her creamy girlcum to glish out, spattering his hips and thighs…

Suddenly, he slipped himself out of her, dropping her down to the bed. She whimpered, her whole body tremblingly sensitive to every little sensation as she shivered and trembled with her orgasm. She felt his hands gripping her tiny hips, pulling her up, her hands going under her, immediately knowing what he wanted even though she had never done this before.

The taught little muscles inside her were spasming… overwhelmed by the orgasm he had given her but hungry and eager to be filled again. She felt the bulk of him lining up behind her, and suddenly there was his cock, relentlessly filling her. She groaned, knowing how much she was taking. Oh GOD… this was so much cock. She was being fucked so GOOD….

She cried out when he spanked her, biting her lip, not understanding why she liked that so much.

"You like this, slut? You like being fucked by a real man?"

She groaned, lowering her head to the comforter, her arms going out before her, rocking her tiny little hips, trying to meet his huge powerful thrusts, slamming into her with so much force it made everything shake.

“yES! fuCK ME! I’m sUCH a little sLUT…” she said,, her face buried in the comforter.
 
Derek continued to piston in and out of Chloe, feeling her body shaking and convulsing as he pounded into her. He smacked her ass again. "That's right. You are a little slut. Getting your first taste of being fucked by a man." He smacked her other ass cheek.

As he continued to pound into her, he was relishing the feeling right now. It has been a while since he fucked such a young woman, and loved the power trip. He was standing strong, stout, stoic until just opening his mouth to speak, pounding his firm thick cock into her. She was on her hands and knees, shaking, quivering, convulsing, crying out as she's being invaded by him. He wanted to dominate her in all ways, physically, mentally, emotionally. He wanted her to feel owned by him.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up, arching her back. Grabbing at the back of her head, he turned her head to look at him. He could still see the fear, chaos and confusion in the eyes of the young woman he was talking to in the hot tub. But now that fear of the unknown was replaced with the submissive look of someone out of control, and knowing it. Her eyes communicated what he wanted to see. She had no control over what was being done to her and he had all the power.

Satisfied with seeing her face, he let go of her head. He pulled her legs off the bed, bringing her legs down to hang off the edge of the bed. He squatted down to stay in her as he pulled her down. Now her pussy had nowhere to go with each thrust, being pushed into the bed, and coming back right to be ready to be slammed into again. He fucked her, hard and fast, taking his hand and pushing her head into the bed, smacking her ass occasionally, completely dominating her.

"How do you like it now, slut?"
 
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I gasped over and over, taking his thick, pounding cock inside my spasming little cunt. I felt something drip from the tip of my nose as I clenched the comforter with both hands… unsure if it was tears or sweat. He was calling me a slut and smacking my ass, my hips and thighs almost going slack under his constant pounding inside me, every muscle turning to jelly. I felt the shuddering whirlwind of crashing sensation as I came again, but I almost couldn’t tell them apart anymore…. I was so completely overwhelmed...

When he grabbed my hair and yanked me head up, turning me to look at him, my mouth hung open pitifully, my arms hanging limply down to the comforter. He was unyielding, a solid wall of muscle, his grip on my hip like a vise, his cock like a piston, jamming into the gooey mess that my pussy had become, gushing my cum all over him, dribbling down my legs, soaking the comforter. I had never felt so completely overpowered by anything in my whole life, and knew there was no way I could stop him even if I wanted to… but that very fact; his complete and utter dominance of my tiny body, made me cum all over again. I gasped and groaned, my poor little body squirming against his arm as he continued to drive me to orgasm after orgasm.

When he let go of me I collapsed, and for a moment I felt my limp legs start to fall forward. I was terrified that I might fall off of him. His cock was the thing keeping me going, it’s driving, endless force squishing inside me the one constant, keeping me going, from falling into a pathetic little whimpering puddle. He caught me, though; pulling both my legs backward. Suddenly I was lying on my hips. My legs dangled to the floor. All the sensation of teetering on the brink of crumbling under him vanished. He was slamming inside me, and I was free to simply take it. I sobbed, feeling how deep he was reaching. Suddenly, I realized that his hips were starting to slam into me with each powerful thrust. My eyes went wide as I thought about it. That… meant… his whole cock. His WHOLE COCK was inside me. He was stretching me beyond anything I could ever imagine… my insides gushing ,my gooey girlcum all over him, frothing and squishing and spurting. I felt myself gaping inside, and then gloriously filled, over and over and over and over… my cervix was so pummeled it simply throbbed, swelling inside me…

His hand was on my head, stuffing it down. I sobbed, breathing mouthfuls through the blanket, knowing how much of a worthless little fucktoy I was and quivering in delight at being used like this. He struck my rear again, asking me how I liked it.

“Love… being….” I muttered, before another brutal spank made me squeal, turning my head to the side so I could speak even with him brutalizing me. “Love being your slut! Never… ever felt…. So much…. Ever…. So… much…. Cock…. Such…. a whore… for you….”

My mind reeled. I barely knew the words to tell him how beautifully degraded I felt.
 
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Whatever words came out of Chloe's mouth, Derek couldn't understand them. He grabbed her head and turned her face towards him. She looked listless, tongue hanging out, whatever words she was uttering was incoherent. The lights were on, but nobody was home.

For a moment, Derek realized he forgot to ask her if she was on the pill, but given that she came out at night alone in a sexy bikini, he has to assume her intentions were to get laid tonight and she would be responsible enough to be on the pill. But the way Chloe looked right now, entirely overwhelmed, and unable to put two sentences together, she wasn't going to be able to tell him even if he asked.

Letting go of Chloe's head, she fell back on the bed. He could feel that twitch in his balls that he was ready to cum. Being all the way inside Chloe now, he didn't hold back. He pounded into her, harder and faster than he had yet. He was fucking like a machine.

He felt Chloe orgasming and convulsing underneath him, tiny arms flailing everywhere, tiny legs kicking. He was so close that he held her in place. He pinned her legs against the bed with his. He took both of her arms and put them behind her back. One arm holding down both of her wrists, one hand on her neck. Her body bucked and shook underneath his, but he wouldn't let her go anywhere, not at this critical junction.

He felt his balls tightening, his cock throbbing, his body start to tense. He slammed the last few thrusts he need before his whole body went stiff and rigid. He let out a guttural moan as his orgasm began. He slammed deep into her, feeling his cock head nuzzled at her cervix.

And then he shot his first rope of cum right at her cervix... And then another... And then another... Each time he shot, his body would rear back and slam in as he shot his next dose of life giving sperm right at her cervix. He came for what seemed like a minute, when he thought he was done, he felt his penis twitch to shoot again.

Laying on top of Chloe, Derek just rested there, his cock having finished spilling his seed.

He hoped Chloe was on the pill... But satisfied in his orgasm... He didn't care at the moment...
 
He grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back, stuffing her face down into the comforter. She was pressed down, utterly dominated, her mouth open as she sobbed into the satin…

Suddenly… she felt it. He slammed himself into her, burried completely inside, his whole body pressing down over hers on the bed…. And his cock THROBBED. He stretched her so completely, she felt every bit of it. The swelling, purposeful pulse, and then… Oh god. She could feel it spurting inside her. Feel her body eagerly suckling it up. She thought about how tender and soft her cervix felt, about how he had stretched her so wide open… She remembered from health class that she was at her most fertile two weeks from her period… which would definitely be this week. Right now. Her periods were so regular, she knew without even guessing…

She was so fertile right now. And he was cumming inside her. Deep, deep inside her. Just that one spurt of cum was flooding it’s way into her womb, even now… she didn’t know how, but she could feel it inside her, hot and frothy and so very, very alive.

He slammed himself into her again, and again she felt the surge of his cock, and the thick, gooey load bursting inside her, flooding her tiny little womb all over, as if the first one wasn’t already enough. She groaned, thinking about all of his sperm inside her, and how eager and healthy they were, and how her body was definitely ready for them… She imagined them fertilizing her egg even now… He thrust AGAIN. She groaned, feeling her tiny opening, already stuffed and stretched so tight with his huge cock, SWELLING with the size of his cum… felt it gushing deeper inside her. Her hips shook, and she came again, the realization of just how thoroughly he was possessing her making her whole body trembled under him.

The word ‘breeding’ crept into her mind. She recoiled from it, terrified… but it stuck.
 
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After resting for a minute, Derek could feel his cock was still hard. On instinct, he slowly pumped his cock in her pussy, feeling his cum squishing around his cock. It didn't last long as he felt himself getting soft.

Pulling out, he stood there, about to go lay down on the bed, when he saw Chloe trying to get on the bed, struggling. She was clearly exhausted, trying to pull herself up, unable to get her legs up on the bed, still hanging off the end of the bed, cum seeping out of her pussy. Derek took a hand to her ass ad pushed, giving her enough leverage to crawl onto the bed.

Walking around to the other side of the large bed, he got on the other side, and sat against the back of the bed and patted right next to him, signaling for Chloe to come to him, watching her crawl to his side. When she got to him, he held up his cock, quietly saying, "Clean me."

As Chloe put his cock in her mouth, sucking up the cocktail of their combined juices, he put his hand on her head, patting her head, running his fingers through her hair. As she cleaned him off, he kept saying, "Good girl. Good girl."
 
She panted as he continued to thrust himself inside her, feeling the sudden, rushing realization that she could very easily have just been impregnated swirl in her brain. His huge cock was settling, twitching inside her less and less but still brutally hard, and she whimpered as he continued to pump himself down into her. Slowly… slowly…. Slowly…. He started to finally grow softer. After what felt like hours, he slipped out of her. There was a gush of wetness flowing down the inside of her thighs as all their mingled fluids were released from inside her. Even as she felt the syrupy wetness trickle down to her knees, she could still feel just how swollen she was inside with the cum her had pumped into her.

Idly, she tried to lift herself up onto the bed, but she could barely move. She hung pitifully off the bed, and her arms and legs just weren’t powerful enough to bear her weight. She was in an utter fog, unable to think her way through the roaring knowledge of what was happening inside her womb right now. She had never been so intensely aware of her own body. She was familiar with the cramps when she was menstruating, but this was so much more vivid. She felt like her ovaries were tingling.

Derek seemed to take pity on her. He rested a powerful hand on her round little bottom, and hefted her up onto the bed. She collapsed there, just breathing… completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. She couldn’t see him as he walked around the bed, but felt it move under her as he got in. She turned her head, seeing him pat the spot next to him, and weakly crawled forward, draping herself over his lap. He held his cock up to her, right in front of her face, telling her that she needed to clean it. She muttered a wordless reply, scooting up onto his lap, reaching under his hand, replacing it with her own, and held him to her mouth, starting to lick him a little bit before she started to carefully suckled him, her mouth filling with the mingled tastes of him, and of herself.

‘This is the cock that made me pregnant’, she felt herself think, as he ran his fingers through her hair soothingly. She continued, wanting to do everything he instructed… her task helping to give her more energy. Even though his cock was soft, it was still very big, and it jumped a little bit in her hand here and there, so she felt like she needed to continue to caress it. She made sure her saliva continued to keep him wet, gently stroking him down by his base. They lay together for a long time like that in silence, listening to the sound of the ocean.
 
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Derek sat there, getting cleaned by Chloe. While she was busy with his cock, Derek reached over to the nightstand where he his his bag of weed he bought before coming to the hotel. Rolling a joint and lighting up, as Chloe continued to clean his cock.

As he slowly smoked his joint, he loved that mellow feeing it gave him, and he felt his cock starting to harden again. He let out a puff of smoke into the air. He took a moment to enjoy the scene, this young, inexperienced girl sucking on his cock, the smell of the sea and marijuana filling his nostrils, seeing the starry night sky through the clear window walls.

He felt himself chilling out as he took another hit of the joint. He looked over at Chloe, seeing his cum pouring out of her pussy onto the bed. He reached over and took a tit in his hand, groping it, while Chloe kept on his cock, sucking him back to hardness. The lazy slurping up of his cum had turned into hungry sucking, bringing him back to life. After a long, slow hit of the joint, keeping the smoke in his mouth, letting it get him high, and slowly blowing it out into the air, he put his hand on her head and patted it. "Haven't had enough, baby? You need more cock?"

He turned her head so that their eyes met. He held out the half smoked joint and said, "You want a puff?"
 
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She knew the smell before she realized what he was doing.

She felt a shiver go through her body, knowing that her servicing his cock was a key part of his pleasure right now. She was curled up against his tummy, her hand wrapped around his cock, gently stroking him at his base as she softly, evenly suckled at his head, feeling it ever so slowly growing in her mouth, as he rolled a joint and casually smoked. She whimpered, thinking about what he had done to her, and what she was doing to him now. There was a bird crying off in the distant jungle, and the constant, gentle slush of the waves down on the beach. His wide open windows let the delicious smell of the ocean bathe them in the night, mingling with the lurid smell of his cum dribbling from her thoroughly fucked little pussy, and the rich pungency of his weed.

His hand reached around her, and fondled her tit, and she cooed, squirming into him, starting to bob her head over his cock. He was still less than completely hard, and she could take more of him than she could in the shower. She thought about how brutal he had been with her, about how easily he could have hurt her… but she wasn’t scared of him. She was a plaything for him, and she knew it. She loved it. Even the fact that she was probably carrying his baby now didn’t really seem like something he would care about… and some part of her seemed to understand that. This was what she was for, as far as he was concerned… Something to fuck and use and impregnate. She felt like an object, like a fucktoy.

It was the most grown-up feeling she’d ever had.

"Haven't had enough, baby? You need more cock?" he asked her, gently stroking her hair.

She moaned softly, and felt herself nodding. Did she really want more? She had already gotten more than she had bargained for… much, much, much more. She didn’t even know if she COULD take more from him. And if he hadn’t already made her pregnant, than she knew that having him cum inside her again would make sure he did. But none of that felt like it mattered. He was being nice to ask, but he couldn’t possibly really care if she wanted it or not; His cock was getting hard again thank you her careful sucking and stroking, and now he wanted to use her again. She understood what she was for.

She felt him pull her back against him, and she rolled onto her back, her head on his tummy, her hand still reaching back and over her head to stroke his cock, keeping it nice and hard so that he could fuck her again if he wanted. She looked up at him, her eyes glassy from the wave of orgasms that still had her insides trembling.

"You want a puff?" he offered, holding out his joint.

She nodded, reaching up with her free hand, taking a tiny little toke, and coughing as she exhaled. She had only smoked pot once before, and it hadn’t done much to her, but this was MUCH stronger, and she felt it immediately. She looked up at him, but he didn’t move to take it back right away, so she cautiously took another slightly deeper drag, and tried to hold it for a bit, the way he had. She coughed again, groaning softly, feeling her wine-addled brain slip deeper into it’s orgasm-drunk delirium.

She closed her eyes against the slowly settling cloud of acrid smoke, breathing shallowly, her whole body feeling numbly swollen.

“I’m…” she whispered, still stroking his cock, “not… on birth control….”
 
A moment ago, Derek was worried that Chloe wasn't on birth control, his adult mind concerned of the consequences. Having taken enough hits to get high, he was more focused on his pleasure.

He leaned his head back and took another puff, his own mind spinning into chaos from the week's events, the anger he felt as his wife for not making it on the trip, the suspicion that she was having an affair, like he was, on top of all the women he banged here, including this 18 year old girl, whom he may have just impregnated.

But as he exhaled that long hit, his mind focused on that single fact, he may have just impregnated Chloe. Mary Ann never wanted kids, much to Derek's chagrin, and got her tubes tied so she never did. She hated it when Derek came inside her. He looked down at Chloe, and in the weed-influenced moment, he made his decision, he wanted to impregnate Chloe, regardless of the consequences.

And then Derek realized there were none... At least for him...

He reached over to where the wine bottle and wine glasses were and grabbed them, pouring himself another glass. Finishing the joint, putting it in the ash tray next to his weed supply, and taking a sip of wine, he looked at Chloe, and finally responded to her.

"Chloe... I'm leaving to go home tomorrow. Your name is all I know about you. I don't know where you live, I don't have your phone number, e-mail, Facebook... and I don't intend to get any of it, or give you any of mine. When I go back to my wife tomorrow, she'll know nothing of my time here. I'll never see you again, and you're never going to see me.

I'm not forcing you to take my cock again, But if you climb on me and ride my cock, then I'm going to cum inside you again. I'm going to pump you so full of my seed that you are GOING to have my baby.

Now... get up here."
 
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"If you climb on me and ride my cock, then I'm going to cum inside you again. I'm going to pump you so full of my seed that you are GOING to have my baby.”

She stared at him. How could he be saying this? She was already almost certain she was pregnant… she didn’t know how, but she felt like she could FEEL the cum inside her pooling in her womb, feel the inseminated egg burying itself into her uterus. But there was a chance… a CHANCE… that she was wrong. He was saying that she would throw that change away. If she let him keep fucking her, she had no choice. Her head whirled, drunk and high… trying to figure out her options. She was with her parents, there was no way she could get any sort of birth control… they wouldn’t be home for over a week. If he impregnated her, then there was no choice at all… she’d be carrying his baby.

And he was telling her in no uncertain terms; he would NOT be there for her. He was married. He wasn’t going to contact her, or ever see her again after tonight. She’d be a pregnant teenager, all alone and unable to explain what had happened to her parents. Her whole life, her whole future… everything would be cast aside for him, just so he could cum inside her again.

That’s what he was telling her he wanted.

“Now... get up here."

She slowly lifted herself up on her arms, letting his thick, rock hard cock slip from her fingertips. She reached for the wine glass in his hand, and eased it toward her lip, tipping it gently, gulping deeply, quickly draining it into her tummy. She lifted herself until she was sitting next to him… and then up onto her knees, resting her hands on his broad hairy chest, lifting her leg up and over him, until she was straddling his stomach. Her head was an utter fog, milky thick with weed and booze. She lifted herself up, reaching between her legs, finding his cock, her tiny fingers pitifully small as they wrapped around his bulk, gently working his swollen head against her tender, trembling pussy one last time. She whimpered, looking up at him, her expression truly desperate.

“Are you... really... going to make me pregnant?”
 
When Derek saw the reaction on Chloe's face, there was no mistaking what her mind was thinking, even as much as it was turned to mush at this point. He immediately regretted what he said, realizing that there were no consequences for him, but there were a world of consequences for her, as her face was telling him. Even in the fog her mind was in, she knew clearly the consequences of their actions.

As she started to lift herself up, his mind continued in the chaos. He knew what awaited him back home. He knew Mary Ann had left him here without her, certain that she was sleeping with someone else, despite him having an affair as well, and their marriage was going to be either loveless, or end in divorce.

What was he kidding, they were getting a divorce. There was no way this project of hers took this long, especially her knowing this was suppose to be a celebration of his promotion. This was a slap in the face to him. This week that was suppose to be a celebration of his promotion turned into a week of debauchery and fucking whatever pussy would take his cock, since Mary Ann didn't want his. He took the joint back and finished it, signifying to him that his marriage was dead to him.

Breathing out the smoke, he took his wedding ring off, and threw it in the wastebasket, he wanted no reminder of Mary Ann right now. The Mary Jane was chilling him out so his rage at Mary Ann wasn't about to be taken out on Chloe.

As Chloe took the wine from him and gulped it down herself, he thought of her life being over with the potential life in her. He reached for the bag of weed and rolled another joint, trying to fog up his mind. He knew he would never forget Chloe. He knew no amount of booze, drugs, or women would make him forget that he may have a child he'll never meet. But as he took another long hit off the joint, and let the marijuana cloud his mind, he knew that there was no way he was about to let this eighteen year old slut affect his life. It wasn't his fault Chloe wasn't on birth control. This slut should have known to not let him cum in her teenage cunt.

As Chloe was getting herself into his lap, he knew she viewed him as a sex god, a dominant man, and probably now a douchebag, but still reluctantly submitting to him, he wouldn't back down now. He blew the smoke in Chloe's face, not caring right now about her feelings.

He heard her ask him if he was really going to make her pregnant. He put the blunt in the ash tray, and put his hands on her hips. He grabbed onto them and slowly raised her up, like he was about to lift her off of him, and held her there in silence, watching her face looked mortified.

He then gripped her hips tightly and slowly pushed her down to him, the whole time keeping eye contact with him, as his cock head split her lips open, filling every inch of her pussy with his cock until his head bumped into her cervix.
 
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She watched him slowly place the joint back into the ashtray.

His big hands slid over her hips as she sat up on her knees, holding the bulging head of his cock against her gooey little cunt. He lifted her, and for a long, dense moment, she thought he was going to lift her off of him. For a fleeting second, she felt that tiny, glimmering chance that she might not be pregnant, that he might let her out of his room without putting a baby inside her…

But he pulled her downward. His shaft pressed relentlessly into her opening, stretching her wide, pushing inside. She moaned wordlessly, her mouth open, feeling him ease his dense hardness inside her, filling her, pressing deep inside her, her throbbing cervix swelling with the pressure. She felt something tremble deep inside her, as through her uterus now knew with a certainty what was coming.

She leaned her hands forward on his chest, looking up at him with glassy eyes, her hair falling over her face. She was more lost than she had ever been in her life, and yet she saw him with remarkable clarity. She was a grown-up. She smiled at him weakly, rocking her tiny, teenage hips over his cock, feeling him working inside her.

“I’m just a little fucktoy, aren’t I?”
 
Derek kept one hand firm on Chloe's hips while moving the other one up to her neck. "Yes, you dirty slut, you are my fucktoy tonight. I'm going to breed your tight, little pussy and flood it with my potent seed."

Derek tried to let Chloe continue to ride him, but he needed to take control. He rolled them over on the bed and got up on his knees. He raised Chloe's legs and hung her feet over her shoulders. And then he started making slow, powerful thrust. He'd slowly withdraw his cock to where just the tip was in, and then slam hard into, rinse, repeat.

Whatever moans or screams Chloe shouted only made Derek slams harder. He didn't care if her hurt Chloe, all that mattered was his orgasm. Chloe was just an object to him, a living, breathing fucktoy for his cock. Even in his affair with his secretary, he had to be mindful of her life. He didn't care what became of Chloe.

At one point, while fully inserted, he reached over to the ashtray and took another hit from the second joint. This time though, he puffed out right in Chloe's face. After Chloe finished coughing, he turned the blunt around and put in her mouth, "Finish it, slut."
 
"Yes, you dirty slut, you are my fucktoy tonight.”

Chloe’s heart pounded in her chest. No one had ever put a hand on her throat before. Not in her whole life. To have him hold her like that, while she rocked her tiny hips over him, working his thick cock inside her tight little cunt… She didn’t understand all the feelings swelling up inside her. It was terrifying, but he wasn’t squeezing, not really. She could breathe. But then… she could only breathe because he was LETTING her. He controlled everything. Controlled whether she was pregnant or not. Whether she LIVED or not. She felt small and powerless and… and….

And SO turned on.

She shuddered. She felt completely dominated, like an insignificant plaything… she really was just his toy to fuck and impregnate and discard. She didn’t matter to him at ALL… and she loved it. Her chest swelled as he rolled her onto her back, and held his huge body over her, a terrifying mountain of power dedicated to using her. She held her legs apart for him, taking each slow, powerful thrust, the bulk of his cock gushing thickly, powerfully, unto her waiting cunt. Her tiny hands rested outside his as he gripped her narrow hips, yanking her up into him with each pistoning thrust, whimpering at the sensation of being his fuckmeat.

When he buried his cock in her completely… She had been unable to take all of him when they started, but she stretched so much around him, feeling her insides shuddering to accommodate him as he buried himself right up to his root inside her… He instructed her to finish his joint. She nodded meekly, taking it from him, puffing at it obediently… It was much stronger than anything she’d ever smoked before, but she continued to work at it, letting the swelling mellow sensation drive away her fear… with only a tiny little bit of the joint left, she lowered it to her side, watching him build in intensity…

“Is it… about to happen?”
 
Derek continued to pound and pound at Chloe, trying to make himself cum. In his own mellow haze that had been amplified by the last joint, he couldn't remember anything. He couldn't who this girl was he was fucking, he couldn't remember how she got here, why he was fucking her so forcefully. He just continued to pound away.

His looked at this girl he didn't recognize, and saw the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty. In his haze. He felt compelled to stop and ask her why she was afraid, but then that would mean he would stop fucking her and his cock felt too good right now to stop, so he pressed on.

He just simply pounded away, pounded the pussy of this young girl. The only thing he could recall was it way okay to cum inside her. As he kept pounding and pounding, wanting to cum. Getting tired for some reason, he laid down on top of the girl, her legs moving to wrap around his hips.

He closed his eyes and only focused on the feelings in his cock. He heard this girl asking questions, but he didn't understand what she asking. He just frantically humped her, hard and fast until he felt himself ready to cum.

And then he shot his first rope of sperm into, his body tenses up, moaning loudly, shoving his cock in further with each thrust. Shot after shot after shot of his cum filled up this girl's pussy.

And then in the exhaustion from exerting himself to cum three times that night, he rolled off of the girl and passed out.
 
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