CHAPTER EIGHT
Donovan
I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with the girl. On the one hand, what I’m doing with Rachel right now is totally clear. The brunette’s moved into my quarters at the Club and I’m fucking that slutty pussy 24/7 non-stop, every position, every which way, not to mention that tiny ass. Oh yeah, that’s getting drilled too and the girl loves it, moaning and bumping her butt against me on a moment’s notice, showing me her brownie.
But that’s the thing. It’s never been this good. I’ve had dozens, if not hundreds of women, and the physical has never been this tantalizing, this fucking hot, making me erupt again and again. I swear, I’ve seeded Rachel a hundred times in this past week, spurting like a geyser again and again all over her insides, drenching her in semen, making her drink it, sucking it up with all her orifices.
So what the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell can’t I get her out of my system? This was supposed to be an anonymous encounter, one where the girl never sees my face. I’m supposed to bury some fingers into a strange twat, feeling a female pulse around my fist before pulling out and saying sayonara. So what the fuck has happened? Why have my best laid plans gone off the rails?
And it’s not just the loss of anonymity. It’s the fact that we’re not using protection. That birth control shit has gone down the crapper with a giant flush because of course, Rachel asked me about it again after our session in the playroom with no results.
“Daddy,” the brunette murmured sweetly, turning to look at me over her shoulder. We’d just finished another hot session and my dick was buried in her pussy from behind, still pulsing as I emptied myself into that steamy vaginal chamber.
I didn’t reply, instead cupping her tits with my hands, enjoying the mountainous flesh before tweaking a nipple with a satisfying pop.
“Daddy!” Rachel squealed, jiggling her butt and making me groan. Shit, the female was still so tight even though I’ve been fucking her non-stop and the slight wiggle made my dick jerk, spurting more.
“Fuck baby girl, you wanna be fucked again?” I groaned, squeezing a big breast so hard that she moaned lustily, tossing her head. “Is that what it is?”
Rachel panted a little, pussy juicing around my dick. But closing her eyes, she forced herself to be serious.
“No Daddy, I wanted to ask you a question about …” Her voice trailed off.
Perfect, I squeezed her other tit this time, the mountainous white flesh literally slipping from my grasp, there was just so much of it. And sure enough, her pussy juiced down below, squeezing my cock reflexively.
But Rachel stopped for a moment, dipping a hand between her legs so that her fingers came up covered and goop and tantalizingly, pushed those digits into my mouth. I sucked like a mofo, the juices so hot and musky, fucking delicious.
“Do you like that Daddy?” she cooed. “Because it’s you and me down there, it’s a mix of both of us.”
I slurped hungrily again, running my tongue all over her hand, sucking down the love potion.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Fuck, it’s never tasted that good before.”
The brunette giggled again, pulling her fingers out of my mouth before lightly lapping at them herself. But she turned to me then, brown eyes wide and innocent.
“But that’s the thing, Daddy,” she whispered. “Your semen is in me, I’ve got your hot juices in my pussy, and you know, I haven’t been taking the Plan B.”
Immediately my big body tensed.
“You haven’t been what?” I rumbled deep in my throat. Every siren went off in my head, dick jerking involuntarily. Because on the one hand, fuck, we were so screwed if the brunette wasn’t on birth control. Rachel was eighteen, that nubile body so lush and curvy, that just one pump of my semen into her and she’d be pregnant. So what the fuck, what the fuck? Were we already too late?
But on the other hand, oh shit, yeah, this is what I wanted. I wanted to seed the teen, I wanted that fertile body to soak up my cum until she was round and bouncy with a baby. My baby, specifically. I wanted that sweet twat to drip with my jism until Rachel was pregnant as fuck, big as a house and just as fuckable. Like I said, I like ‘em big and Rachel could benefit from a good forty or fifty pounds, especially if it was because she was pregnant with my kid.
But I couldn’t let her know, not now, the female was too young.
“Baby,” I rumbled, skimming over her nips lightly. “What do you mean, you’re not using the Plan B? I gave it to you days ago.”
Shit, it seemed like a lifetime now, stopping by her apartment to drop off the birth control but actually praying to see her, dying to gaze into those big brown eyes, to feel that slick, wet cunt once more.
“What do you mean, you haven’t been using it?” I rumbled again, breath hot on the back of her neck.
The brunette squirmed deliciously.
“Well, I looked it up on-line and it’s really scary,” she said in a soft voice, not meeting my eyes. “Plan B works by pumping you full of hormones.”
“Of course,” I said, my voice sharp. She jolted at my words, and I regretted it immediately. Rachel was so young, so innocent, unused to the rough, ravaging ways of an asshole like me. So I started again, softening my tone. “Sweetheart, that’s what hormonal birth control does. It pumps you full of hormones so that your body thinks you’re pregnant already, and you can’t get pregnant again.”
“I know,” she said in a small voice. “But Plan B is huge doses of hormones, much more than your average pill. I read that it’s like taking ten times the amount of the regular pill and that’s really scary. I don’t want to do that to my body.”
She had a point. That’s a shit ton of drugs and I didn’t want my little girl wracked with crazy side effects either. After all, the female is perfect as-is, so who was I to tell her to change her body biochemistry?
But I had to be real.
“Sweetheart, this is life. This is for-real, no-shit real life. You’re a fertile teen, and honey, I’m a virile man. If you don’t take birth control you’re gonna get pregnant baby, it’s just a question of when. In fact, you may be preggo already, I’ve cum so many times into that wet cunt.”
She was silent for a moment.
“I know,” Rachel whispered in a small voice. “But I don’t mind.”
My body jerked then in back of her, making her mewl and squeal, dick still buried in that tightness.
“Baby,” I ground out roughly. “Are you for real? Are you for fucking real?”
The brunette mewled again, twisting slightly in my arms, those luscious curves spilling all over.
“I know Daddy,” she admitted in a small voice. “I know we met under weird circumstances, that we weren’t even supposed to know each other’s names. But the thing is,” she took a deep breath. “The thing is I wouldn’t mind if I was pregnant. I’m ready to be a mom, have been for a long time.”
My arm tightened reflexively around her tiny waist, bicep bulging.
“Do you know what you’re saying baby girl?” I ground out roughly in her ear. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”
She was silent for a moment before answering.
“I know,” she said, that small voice resolute. “I’ve been ready to be a mom for so long, I’ve always dreamed of having a baby. And with you, Daddy, it would be even better. I can’t wait,” she said wiggling a bit. “I want it, I swear I do.”
But I couldn’t let her do this. Rachel has no idea what she’s talking about and I can’t let a lamb walk into a lion’s den with no protection, even if that lion was me.
“No sweetheart, absolutely not,” I rasped, dick still buried tight despite my words. “Absolutely not, we’re putting you on the pill from now on.” And with that, I grabbed the receiver next to the bed. “Doctor, now,” I ground out.
At that, Rachel twisted around to look at me, that sweet cunt sliding off my dick. Oh shit, it felt so good to have those slick walls pressing against my cock, fuckshaft stiffening reflexively. But the brunette had words for me.
“Daddy, please,” she begged, brown eyes filling with tears. “Don’t make me go on it.”
And I couldn’t resist, she was so beautiful, nude and curvy under me on the bed that when the knock on the door sounded, the doctor ready with drug supply, all he heard was furious moaning again, the sounds of slapping flesh punctuated by female squeals and cries. Needless to say, Rachel never got a prescription.
So yeah, I’m so fucked. I’m so fucking fucked. This was supposed to be a no-names, no-numbers, no-nothing type of thing. I was supposed to finger some hot twat and then walk away, onto the next girl by the next night. But instead, it’s become the real thing, with a beautiful girl living in my quarters, spending delicious minute after delicious minute with me, eating meals, chatting, playing with me all the while giving me her all.
I should kick Rachel out. Hell, I should never have even brought the sweet female here, the depravity of the club is too much, she doesn’t need to see what happens here with the males like rampaging lions, the females so fucked every which way. She doesn’t need to see the warren of rooms in our sub-sub-basement, where women are pummeled over and over again, sometimes by one guy, sometimes in a billionaire gangbang.
Because she’s too good for this. My sweet teen is dirty as hell, yeah, that swollen cunt and tiny asshole begging for it, but still, she’s too young. The female doesn’t deserve what’s happened, and yet I’m the man who did it to her. I’m the asshole who dragged Rachel down into the cesspool, introducing her to my depravities, forcing her to take cock every which way. And the problem is that I know I have to let her go, it’s for her own good. But how the fuck will I survive once my little girl gone?