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Ryan (Part One /Revision of Student Painter)

Ryan picked me up with cock still inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him as he started to pump with more force. The now-cold water rushed over our bodies as Ryan kept fucking me. I dug my nails into his lower back while his hips continued to buck. He shoved his tongue back down my throat just before he came inside of me. My whole body shivered as Ryan’s cum spewed inside of me. I could literally feel the first few splashes against my pussy walls. Even after we both came, Ryan left his cock inside of me until his massive erection started to subside. He then eased me down and turned off the cold shower water. We were soon lying in bed together, both of us still naked.

Fiction

Sharing My Room With Sis

I woke up to a large rumble of thunder just in time to hear a gentle knocking on the door. I looked over at the clock. It was still the middle of the night, and there was a heavy storm outside. As I pulled myself awake, I saw my sister Abby come into my room carrying a sleeping bag. She was wearing an old pair of pajamas, a blue long-sleeved shirt with yellow dogs printed on it that buttoned up the middle and matching pants.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, still confused from being half asleep.
“Mom said I could stay in hear tonight,” she answered.
“Why can’t you sleep on the couch?”
“The dogs.” Our two German Shepherds had made the couch their bed years ago, and we didn’t have the will to train them better or the heart to throw them outside.
I stared blankly at her for a second, seeing her in the light coming off my computer monitor, which I had left on. I wondered why she was in pajamas she hadn’t worn since last year. They were old cotton worn fairly thin, and obviously too small. The top was too tight across her chest, and spread open slightly between the buttons, showing her skin.
“The storm broke the window in my room and the rain’s pouring in there.”
Waking up more now, I became aware from her voice how close to tears she was. Finally having my wits, I got out of bed. “Of course, sis, come on in. How bad is it?”
She sat down on my bed. “I didn’t even hear the glass break in the storm, but the rain woke me up. It was pouring in on my bed and dresser and getting everywhere. It looks like everything is going to be soaked. Mom said we’d have to wait until morning to take care of it.” I could tell she was exhausted as well as near crying.
“Lets try to get some sleep,” I said. She got up and started rolling out the sleeping bag. “Why don’t you take the bed tonight, Abby? You need it more than I do.”
“I don’t want to kick you out of your bed.”
“I’m fine, really. After getting soaked you should get a good nights sleep. Tomorrow’s likely to be hard too, with school and taking care of your room.”
“Thanks.” She climbed into the bed and was asleep almost immediately.
As I laid out the sleeping bag, I glanced up at my computer and was mortified. My room has always been my sanctuary, with Mom and Abby rarely if ever coming, and I tended to forget I lived with anyone else when I was in there. I had been looking at porn online before I went to bed, and hadn’t bothered to close it when I was done. On the screen was a picture of girl giving a blowjob. My desk is right next to my bed where I was talking to her, she couldn’t have missed seeing it. I walked over to it, closed the browser. Before I turned off the monitor, I peaked down at Abby to make sure she was asleep. Then I crawled into the sleeping bag and tried to forget my embarrassment.
The next morning Mom woke us up early and we went into Abby’s room. The broken window would be easy enough to replace, but there was a lot of water damage. The carpet and the bed wear both soaked. Abby tended to leave her dresser drawers open, and water had gotten into most of her clothes there. Only the stuff in her closet off the floor was still dry. We taped up the window and put the wet clothes in bags. Mom said she’d have a laundry service take care of them. Then it was time to go to school.
Abby and I are a year apart and go to the same high school, where I’m a sophomore and she’s a freshman. I drive us to school and home every day. It’s a big school, and being in different grades we rarely see each other during the day. After school that day we met at the car to go home, and she was clearly upset. In the car I asked her what was wrong.
“I tried to eat lunch with Madison and Cindy today.” The three of them had been inseparable in middle school, but once they reached high school, the other two had dumped my shy sister to join a more popular clique of girls. It’d only been a couple of months, and Abby was having a hard time making new friends. “Mady and her new boyfriend made fun of me, and Cindy asked me to sit somewhere else.”
“I’m sorry sis.” Being shy myself I knew how lonely she must feel, but knew there wasn’t anything I could do to help except be sympathetic. As I turned the wheel, I groaned bit.
Abby looked up at me. “What is it,” she asked, concerned.
“Nothing. I’m just a little sore from sleeping on the floor last night.”
“I’m sorry. You should take the bed tonight.”
“No, I can’t have you sleeping on the floor after a hard day. Its not too bad, I just slept in the wrong position.”
After we got home, I helped Abby move some of her hanging clothes into my closet. Neither of us was a fashion freak, and we were able to cram it all in.
My closet stuffed to the brim, I sat in my computer chair. “Its sweet of you to share your room with me until Mom can get mine fixed up again. I know it’s always been your personal space, and I hate to impose on your privacy.” She glanced at my blank computer screen for a second, and I remembered what I’d had up there the night before. Realizing my embarrassment, she shyly glanced away and changed the subject. “I’m going to go downstairs and get a snack. Want something?”
I composed myself. “No thanks, I think I’m going to take a shower. And it’s no trouble sharing my room, it’ll just take a bit of adjustment. I know how hard it must be to have so much of your stuff ruined. Just make yourself at home and try to be comfortable.”
She left and I got into the shower. Abby and I share a bathroom, which connects to both rooms directly. Usually when one of us is in there, we lock the other’s door. As I stood in the shower, I tried to relax and not worry about my sister’s problems or my own embarrassment from last night, and focused on letting the water relax my sore muscles. Still preoccupied, I got out of the shower, toweled off, and headed into my room to get dressed as I’d done a thousand times before.
I walked into my room and took a few steps before I froze. Standing in my closet with the door wide open was my sister, naked with her back turned to me through my underwear on a shelf in the closet. She was only a little shorter then me, with long, straight red hair and soft, pale skin. Her figure was still maturing, but she already had a modest hourglass figure, with a round, nicely shaped ass. As I froze, she turned around and saw me standing there, and for a moment we both just stood and stared at each other.
It was the first time I’d seen her naked since we were little, and the first time I’d seen a woman naked in person. She had round, firm breasts, a b-cup, with large nipples that seemed to be pointing at me. Though I could have stared at the soft curves of her tits all day, my eyes were drawn down past her soft, flat tummy. Her pubic hair was as red as braids, and was both neatly kept and wild at the same time. The way she was standing, I could just see a profile of the lips of her pussy, spread apart just slightly.
As I stared at her, I became aware that she was also staring at me, and following her eyes I remembered I’d come in naked from a shower, and my dick was in full view, growing larger and stiffer.
She looked up at me and our eyes locked for a moment. Like the night before, she tried to sidestep the embarrassing moment.
“Sorry, I was just getting changed and was looking for a pair of underwear I could wear. All my panties were in the stuff that was taken to be cleaned.” I realized she was holding a pair of my boxer briefs. She quickly slipped them on and pulled on one of her shirts as I stood there blankly, too overwhelmed to think of covering myself or retreating to the bathroom. “These are a little loose, but should fit okay.” She put on some jeans and turned to leave the closet, paused a moment, then slid past my naked body and left the room.
I got dressed and sat awkwardly on the couch with her during dinner, not saying anything. After Mom went into the kitchen to clean up, I turned to her and said, “Sis, about earlier upstairs-”
“Don’t worry about it.” She was staring at the floor with a neutral look on her face. “We’re living together, now more than before, and like you said, we’re having to make a bit of an adjustment.” She looked up at me and gave me a sweet smile. “And I don’t think it’s a big deal if a brother and sister see each naked.”
We watched TV for a while until after Mom went to bed, then left the couch for the dogs and headed up to my room to get ready for bed. I went to the bathroom first to get ready, and made sure I gave Abby enough time to put on her pajamas before I went back in there.
“Your turn,” I said as I came out. As Abby headed for the bathroom, I again looked at the spaces between the buttons on her pajama tops, stretched open from the shirt being too small. The openings to her soft skin underneath seemed larger than last night, but were still maddeningly small. I could just see where her chest curved softly into the side of her breast, and imagined the sight of her firm tits and big nipples again. As she walked past, I looked at her round ass, seeing the darker color of my own boxer-briefs through the worn-thin cotton of her pants. I imagined my own underwear rubbing against the fuzzy lips of her pussy. A moment later, the bathroom door closed.
It was clear that our earlier encounter had gotten me hornier that I realized. Normally when I was horny at night, I’d sit at my computer and visit some of my favorite websites, but with only a few minutes until Abby returned, I decided it wasn’t an option tonight. I stripped down to a t-shirt and my boxer-briefs, slipped into the sleeping bag and tried to clear my head.
Abby came back in and saw me already on the floor. She turned out the light, leaving only the faint glow of my monitor, and climbed into the bed, wrapping the blanket around her tightly like a cocoon. “It sure is cold in here tonight,” she said. She was right.
“Must be your broken window letting all the cold air into here through the bathroom.” I got out of the sleeping bag and crammed a towel under the bathroom door.
Abby watched me as I did it. “You really shouldn’t be sleeping on that cold hard floor, especially if you’re already sore.”
“And what kind of brother would I be if I let you sleep there?”
Abby looked at me a moment and hesitated. “We could, um, you know, share the bed, just for tonight. There’s enough room for us both.”
I hesitated at the idea, too. I still couldn’t get the image of Abby’s naked body out of my head, sharing a bed might be a bad idea. On the other hand, the floor was cold and hard and my shoulder did ache. “Alright, just for tonight.” She was laying near the edge of the bed to talk to me, still wrapped up. I just climbed over her to take the side against the wall, lying on my side facing her. Abby unwrapped part way and extended the blanket over me. She was facing away from me, with just a slight separation between us. I could feel the heat coming from her body, but tried to put her out of my head.
“Goodnight, sis,” I said.
“Goodnight.”
I had almost started to doze off when Abby said, “I’m still kind of cold.” She reached back and grabbed my arm and pulled it over herself and nuzzled up right against me, pulling me against her back and resting her ass against my groin. I felt her warm body through our cotton shirts. With her hand over mine, she pulled it and nestled my palm against her ribs. I realized that my fingers had fallen in the gap between the buttons of her shirt and were touching her soft skin. For what seemed like a long time I just held them there, not daring to move, feeling her creamy skin just inches away from her breasts. Everything else had fallen away from existence except the sensation at the end of my fingers. I didn’t even breathe for fear of loosing the moment.
Then I felt something else. My dick had begun to rapidly swell. With Abby’s butt pressed gently against it, it was impossible to hide. As it grew, it pressed harder against her. Beneath my hand I felt Abby’s breathing quicken, her heart race and her body tense. I sat motionless, terrified of what was happening but more terrified of loosing this feeling.
Abby began to shift, and I felt a brief moment of panic thinking all was lost. Surely she’ll move away from me. Instead, she rocked her ass back and forth, pressing herself more against my hard dick. At the same time, she pulled my hand farther into the opening in her shirt. She must have had one button undone, because both our hands slid in and up her ribs until my finger pressed against the bottom of her breast. I could feel every part of her, from her hand to her legs, were even tenser than before. Though her heart was racing, she lay motionless.
She’d already taken another step herself; perhaps she was waiting to see if I’d take it a step further. I very slowly began moving my finger against the side of her breast, waiting for any sign of rejection. Sensing none, I grew bolder and moved my hand. Using just my fingertips, I caressed around the very edge of her breast, scared at any moment she’d pull away from me.
As my fingers circled her breast, I began to cup it gently in my palm. My fingers spiraled inward, and I softly went all around her areola before bringing my forefinger and thumb to her nipple.
I had never felt more stimulated in my entire life. My dick had started jump slightly in excitement against Abby’s ass, and as I cupped her breast and touched her nipple, she breathed out slowly and began rubbing up and down against my dick and body, slowly at first, but then more firmly when I pushed back. Despite our clothes, my dick nestled nicely between her ass cheeks and I thrust gently against her.
I reached my other hand around under her head and unbuttoned her top buttons, and grabbed her breast with it. My other hand free, I finished the lower buttons and pulled her shirt open. Again my fingers caressed her, this time the soft skin of her side just above her waistband. After a few rounds I began pressing one finger under the edge of her pants on her side, then another, then another. I felt the skin of her hip under my own boxer-briefs as she continued to rock against my dick, and slowly moved my hand down toward her belly, keeping my fingers just inside her pants.
I held my hand for a second, then, more slowly then anything else I’d done, began moving my fingers farther in. I first came to her pubes, and I remembered how fiery red they had been. I split my fingers apart and ran then through her hair, my palm now pressed into her.
As I continued lower, I felt the biggest rush of adrenaline yet as reached the soft skin of her pussy. Using only two fingers, I softly and gently traced one along each of the lips of her pussy. She gasped slightly and stopped moving her ass. I had another moment of terror that she might pull away and I paused, but there was no way I could stop then. With only one finger I circled around her hole, feeling the fuzz and soft skin of her pussy lips. She reached one arm over her head and behind her, ran her fingers through my hair to my scalp and gripped the top of my head. Her other hand slipped quickly in her underwear over mine, she grabbed a hold of my hand, and pressed it against her pussy. She began rubbing against my groin again, and my dick just seemed to be enveloped
by the flesh of her cheeks.
I grabbed her breast tighter with one hand and took my finger and touched right in the middle of her pussy, feeling it to be wetter and softer than I had ever imagined. Her hand pressed mine harder, and I plunged my finger deep into her. She exhaled and inhaled sharply and with the hand on my head pressed me harder against her back. I pushed my finger in and out of her, rubbing the tip against what felt like the ribbed inside of her cunt. My other fingers at first brushed against the outside, but then with her hand she pressed me harder against her, pushing my thumb hard against the area at the top of her pussy. Unable to pull my finger out, I more and more quickly bent my finger in a ‘come hither’ gesture inside her, rubbing my fingertip against her as fast and hard as I could. She moved her hips up and down to meet every move of my finger and she pressed against me with all her warmth and strength, her breath quick and shallow.
As we continued my hand started to get tired, but I dared not stop, and she continued to move against me harder and faster. Finally, she exploded in my arms, her body jerking and pressing against my hands, chest and dick. I held her more tightly, one hand almost squishing her tit into her chest. I could feel her pussy squeezing hard against my finger over and over again as I kept pushing it inside her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever.
When she jerking finally weakened and stopped, she gently pulled my finger out of her pussy and up to her stomach. She wiggled her ass against my dick again, and I felt her whole body relax in my arms. Within minutes she was deep asleep. I fell asleep holding her, and wishing she’d get to share my room with me forever.

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Fantasy

First Time with Dad

My parents keep themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still looks fantastic in her bikini while my dad still wears the same pant size from when he graduated from college. Indeed, my Mom loves it when people mistake her for my older sister! No doubt it helps that she only had to give birth to one child. I was a rough delivery and so based on her doctor’s recommendation, my mom didn’t have any more children. As her only child, she and I have always very close and I share everything I do with her.

Fiction

The Hotel Maid

I hope you enjoy this I wrote it a while ago for my blog and thought I’d post it on here too.

Fantasm

Mistress in the Making Phase 3

Layla went down the basement to a tied Laura and showed her that she too could be a mistress. But she got carried away and did the mistake all inexperience dom makes. She forgot to take safety into account.

Fiction

Piercing My Hairdresser Part 2

This is just a dirty story for those who like the idea of fucking your alternative girl hairdresser and giving her a few more piercings along with a nice hard shag. Reading part one isn’t necesary but it will explain why Jen is so excited in this story.

Fiction

My Crotch-Sniffing Dog

You’ve heard of drug-sniffing dogs and you’ve heard of bomb-sniffing dogs. Well, I have a crotch-sniffing dog. Now wait a minute here, you’re probably thinking. What’s the big deal? All dogs go around sniffing crotches. That’s true, but my dog has been specially trained to sniff out and identify fertile, human females ready to be fucked into motherhood.
This isn’t some science fiction story about some dog that rapes and knocks up women. No sir! I’m the one who knocks them up. My dog Spike just points the right ones out to me, so to speak. Heck! Spike couldn’t fuck puppies into a bitch. He’s fixed, you see. I got him at the animal shelter. They’re the ones who insisted he be neutered before I “adopted” him. Well, I got him for his nose and neutering him didn’t hurt that any. By now I’m sure you think I’m a complete bastard and you’d be right. But if my story is interesting, so what? Just bear with me for a bit.
I was born and raised in a working class environment. I won’t bore you with the details of my early life since it’s not important to my story. My father was a drunk and my mother was a dutiful wife. I was the oldest in a family of three sons and four daughters. When I turned 16 I was told to quit school and get a job to help support the family. Well, I quit school but when I walked out the door to find a job I never returned. I drifted from odd job to odd job until I was 18. I then got a job driving a truck and I’ve stuck with that type of work ever since.
I’m not ugly but I’m not exactly a charmer either. My success with women was always hit and miss. I usually accepted rejection like a gentleman but my one pet peeve was for a woman to string me along while expecting me to spend time and money on her. One time I’d spent a whole pay check to wine and dine this bitch. We went to this exclusive nightclub after dinner where there’s always a ton of people waiting to get in. I tipped, or rather bribed the doorman a hundred bucks to get us in. Not ten minutes after we were seated the bitch let herself get picked up by some other guy and dumped me! Needless to say I was pissed.
I got my revenge by raping her. Knowing her habits and schedule, I caught her alone where it was dark and deserted. I came up from behind and grabbed her. I then threw a bag over her head, shoved her into some bushes and tore off her clothes. Raping her was pure pleasure. I porked her mercilessly. Since she couldn’t identify me I got away clean.
Later when I heard she was pregnant by her rapist I couldn’t have been more pleased. In fact I nearly came in my trousers just thinking about it. My career as a rapist had begun.
Think about it. I saved a ton of money on dating and could pick and choose my “dates.” The most attractive women were accessible whether or not they were married or had a sweetheart. The only drawback, of course, was if I were caught, I’d be probably spending the rest of my life in prison. That possibility didn’t stop me although I tried to be as cautious as possible.
Within a year I’d raped several more women. I knocked up a couple of them and that’s when I realized the biggest charge I got was when I knew my victim was going to give birth to my bastard. My big fantasy now was to impregnate every woman I raped. Well how do you make sure the woman you want to fuck and impregnate is fertile? How do you know you’re not risking everything for a woman who’s on the Pill?
It’s impossible. I’ve read plenty of those online stories where the heroine gets knocked up so easily. This is not so in real life. It was a puzzle I was determined to solve.
Despite being a high school dropout I consider myself pretty smart. If I’d completed high school and gone on to college I might have made something of myself. I love books. I spent countless hours in public libraries in a program of self-education in the arts and sciences. I became well informed and I can hold my own in conversations with many professionals regarding their own specialties. In all my research I never ran across anyway to test a woman’s fertility without resorting to blood or urine analysis or checking body temperature. For my purpose none of this was tenable.
I was sitting in a bar one day nursing a beer. There was only one other patron in the place. I was watching a piece on the television news concerning the use of drug-sniffing dogs at the U.S.-Mexico border.
“They should have dogs who could sniff out women who were ready to have a baby fucked into them,” I said. I was talking back to the television out loud.
“It’s possible,” said the other customer who was sitting a few stools away from me. “Dogs right now are being trained to detect certain diseases in humans. The results have been very encouraging. Since every organic compound gives off a signature odor the dog can be trained to signal its handler when it detects the odor that we’re looking for. Healthy people have odors just like diseased people. I think a dog could be trained to detect the scent of a healthy adult female at the peak of her fertility cycle.”
Now this guy definitely had my attention. I introduced myself and bought him a drink. He turned out to be a biochemist. His name was Gustavo and once he warmed to his subject he was hard to stop. I didn’t want to stop him. I was an eager listener. The company he was working for was one of many trying to develop devices, which could detect the presence of compounds down to a few parts per billion. The Holy Grail of this research was to develop a detector as sensitive as a dog’s nose. The dog’s sense of smell is immensely more powerful than a human’s. This goal is still years away from realization.
I asked Gustavo if he could synthesize the odor emitted by a healthy ovulating female. He said it had already been done by a colleague of his and offered to get me a sample. He never even asked why I wanted it. Gustavo was a problem solver and loved to help people. I’m sure he would have been horrified if he had known my intentions.
After exchanging information with Gustavo I started calling around to various centers that trained detection dogs and their handlers. Virtually all of them dealt with drugs and explosives and couldn’t understand why I wanted to a dog trained for one scent. I finally started telling them that I wanted a truffle-hunting dog. Truffles are a rare type of fungi that are used in gourmet food dishes. They grow underground. Dogs and sows are used to smell them out.
I was finally referred to a semi-retired trainer who was willing to work with me. He didn’t care what kind of scent the dog would be trained for. He’s the one who took me to the animal shelter and picked out Spike for me. He had a good eye for dogs and felt that Spike would be a perfect candidate for training.
I live a fairly Spartan existence so I had plenty of money saved. Since I had to undergo training as a handler as well as participate in Spike’s training I quit my job. It all set me back quite a bit financially but the results were worth it. Spike and me hit it off pretty well with each other. With Gustavo’s sample in hand we started our training. Twelve weeks later our trainer declared us a fairly competent team.
After a bit of field-testing and dry runs with Spike it became obvious that some adjustments would have to be made in his training. For one thing no woman likes a dog sniffing at her crotch. I know! I know! Duh!
Spike had to learn to do his crotch sniffing from a safe distance. I discovered that most women weren’t even aware of Spike until he was within five yards of them. Eventually he learned to stay out of this awareness zone. Spike could still get the needed scent if he was downwind of his target. He also learned to just sit and wait for the target to walk by.
Spike responded well to my whistles and hand signals from a distance so he knew when to stay and when to move on without me having to get close enough for me to get noticed. If I was ever arrested I didn’t want Spike to be connected to my activities. As far as anyone was concerned the dog was just a pet. I had a good friend who would take care of Spike and make a good home for him if anything happened to me.
The only thing I couldn’t teach Spike was my tastes in women. He was scent oriented and I guess they all looked alike to him but he never failed to signal me when he caught the scent. His signal was a pawing of the ground with his right foreleg.
Once I was satisfied with the adjustments I made in his training I took Spike to a dog-friendly park for some serious prospecting. He immediately got to work.
The first potential Spike identified was a young teenage girl. She was a pretty little thing. As much as I would have loved to put a baby in her belly I decided to pass on her. You see the cops are basically pretty lazy. They wait for a guy to make a mistake or otherwise fall in their laps before they make a move.
However when a youngster is a victim the cops get energetic and start doing real police work. For that reason I lean toward women who look at least old enough to buy a drink.
Spike did some more exploration and for one reason or another, I had to pass on the bitches he identified. Usually it was because they had company, either children or another adult. Some of them just weren’t to my taste. On our second lap through the park we hit pay dirt. A vision of beauty walked by Spike and he signaled me. She looked to be in her early twenties, 5′ 7″ and about 125 pounds. The bitch had a slim waist, wide hips and a nice set of tits. I knew right there that I wanted her. She would bear healthy children and be a good mother. Before another hour had passed I wanted this bitch to be carrying my seed deep inside her body.
The future mother of my child had shoulder length brown hair and a light complexion. She was wearing sunglasses, casual top, loose-fitting slacks and walking shoes. She was carrying a small purse hanging from her shoulder and a paperback book. It looked like she’d just arrived to relax and read. I signaled Spike to go back to my pickup truck. There he had access to food, water and his favorite chew toy. He would sit there patiently and wait while I attended to business.
Because of the nature of my quest there’s an urgency to act in a timely manner. I just can’t wait and follow a bitch around until she’s in a convenient place for me to nail her. There’s a certain amount of risk I have to take. Even waiting a little while might cause her to fall out of optimum fertility.
I thought I lost my chance when my bitch sat down in the open. There was no way I could get to her there. Luck was with me when some kids started playing soccer nearby. Disturbed by the noise and proximity my bitch moved off into a wooded area on her way to the other side of the park, which was usually quieter.
I entered the woods from a different direction and stationed myself where I knew she must pass. I concealed myself and prepared my rape kit. It consists of latex gloves, ski mask, a lubricating gel and a tranquilizing spray powder. The latex gloves are to prevent me leaving fingerprints behind. The ski mask, of course, is to hide my face. The gel is to provide an easy entrance when I start to fuck my bitch. Quite often my victims are still dry when I first penetrate them. It’s uncomfortable trying to fuck a dry cunt. After three or four strokes the cunt starts producing its own lubricant and then the gel isn’t needed. The powder is something I discovered in Mexico. It’s making its way through the criminal underground there. It’s not yet known in the U.S. but when it is I predict that it will become the date rape drug of choice. The drug has acquired a nickname but since I don’t know Spanish I just call it Dust.
Dust is inhaled. It gives the user an euphoric feeling. For my purposes it lowers my victim’s resistance and makes her more pliable. With the exception of my very first rape I don’t like to struggle with my bitches. It leads to the possibility of injury both for myself and my quarry. Really it’s for the same reason I don’t mess with minors. A battered rape victim gets the police and public all worked up. With the exception of a belly full of sperm and a few grass or dirt stains on their clothes I like to leave my victims a lot like I found them.
I was ready for my bitch by the time I saw her strolling down the path. I grabbed the beauty from behind all right. She drew in breath to scream and got her lungs full of Dust instead. I held her mouth and dragged her off the path and behind some bushes. I held her until the drug did its job. It only takes a few seconds.
“Don’t fight me and you won’t get hurt,” I whispered. I didn’t expect an answer. Complete disorientation can last for as long as two minutes and all I got was a moan in response. I searched her for weapons and alarm devices. I found a cell phone but no whistles, pepper spray, knives or other weapons. I took the time to fondle her tits. Yeah, they were nice ones all right. I would love to do the same thing when they were filled with milk. I had peeked at her driver’s license when I searched her purse so I already knew her name and address. Karen is a nice name. She was wearing a wedding ring so I guess she was married.
I stepped away for a second to retrieve the book she dropped. Interesting title. It looked like a horror novel. There was a picture of a damsel in distress on the cover. This girl’s experience in horror was going to be real life, not some vicarious thrill out of a book.
I knew I’d chosen a nice private place for my encounter with Karen. The area was scattered with discarded condoms so I guessed other “lovers” were not afraid of being disturbed in this area. Karen was lying flat on her stomach. I pulled her up to a crouching position and pulled down her slacks and panties. This seemed to wake her out of her drugged state a bit and she began to struggle although listlessly and ineffectively.
“Please don’t do this. I’ll give you all the money I have,” she pleaded.
“Don’t worry about money,” I responded. “I’m not charging you a thing.”
Karen didn’t seem to appreciate my attempt at humor. She wiggled a bit harder when she felt my prick nudge aside her labia and penetrate her. I always anticipate another attempt at a scream when I start fucking them. This bitch was no exception. I grabbed her around the mouth before she got much more than a squeak out.
“You don’t listen very well. The next time you make a sound above a whisper I’ll gag you and tie you up. Would you like that?” Karen shook her head as best she could. I let go and went back to concentrating on the task at hand.
Karen’s snatch felt nice and tight to my prick. She was no virgin but I didn’t care about that. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a virgin cunt. When I started my in and out Karen went limp as if that would deny me pleasure. I guess she thought that no guy would enjoy fucking a piece of dead meat. Hell! I didn’t care. She could have pretended to be asleep and it wouldn’t have bothered me. My pleasure came from the knowledge that my sperm was going to penetrate her egg and start a baby growing inside her.
I like my sperm to do the job nature intended it to do. That’s why I’m not into oral, anal or facials. If I have the time and inclination I’ll fuck my victim again and all of my sperm will wind up in her snatch.
I heard someone’s steps coming along the path. This wasn’t good. I stopped fucking Karen and held my hand over her mouth again until I heard the steps fading. It was time to finish up and get out of there. I sped up my pace until I felt my prick swell and begin to squirt my cum into her reproductive system. Karen felt it also and just whimpered. I pushed her back down flat on her stomach and just lay on top of her.
“I love you, Karen,” I whispered. “I’ve always loved you.” She appeared startled. Was her assailant someone she knew? I wasn’t going to enlighten her. I pinched her nose with one hand and gave her another dose of Dust with the other. This allows me plenty of time to get away. Trying to be a gentleman I pulled Karen’s panties and slacks back up around her waist. I stepped behind a tree, removed my mask and gloves and stowed them. I stepped back on the path and wandered casually back to my truck where Spike awaited my return.
I had already arranged to take a load of farm equipment up to Bakersfield. When Spike and me returned I checked the newspapers for any mention of the rape but there was none. This is not unusual. Very few of my rapes have been reported to the police. The few rapes that have been reported made no mention of a man with a dog.
I can’t claim that every one of my rapes since I started working with Spike has resulted in a baby but my percentages are up. Karen was one of the successes. I try to keep track of my bitches and I know she had a baby at the right time. The baby has my hair color. Karen must have convinced her husband that the baby was his. I have over twenty sons and daughters now. Almost all of their mothers were crotch-sniffed by Spike.
Spike and I had the opportunity to thank Gustavo for his help and inspiration. I became a close friend of Gustavo and his wife Clara. Clara was trying to get pregnant but hadn’t been successful yet. I was in their back yard talking with them. Spike was wandering around but then I saw him signal me. Clara was at optimum fertility.
“Is she pregnant yet?” Clara had returned to the house and I was alone with Gustavo.
“No. Not yet.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Right now would be a good time to try.”
“And how do you know that, my friend?” He sounded irritated and I was afraid that I had insulted Gustavo.
“Because Spike knows.”
He looked at Spike. It took a few seconds for him to understand but then he started smiling. Spike and I left so that Gustavo could take care of business. Their first child was born exactly nine months later.
The End

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