It had been awhile, but we had finally each gotten some time to catch up and see one another after only interspersed texts for a few weeks. We sat in the small booth of the coffee shop catching up on what we’d been up to since we last saw one another. You weren’t dressed up to anything fancy, just light make-up and a well-fitting casual dress that accentuated your picturesque curves and showcased your tattoos.
“…I still owe him a dick appointment,” you were saying. “We hooked up once a year or so ago, and have been meaning to again sometime, but I haven’t had the libido lately,” you continued.
I was a little miffed at that. After all, when we had first met, we had a deep sexual interest in one another. I still remembered some of the first texts we had exchanged, where you’d said things to me like “I’ll be a good slut for you, sir. I want you to take what you want from me.” I’d tell you all about how I’d pin you down and hold your throat and fuck you bare until I bred you, and you’d tell me how wet you’d get from me looking over your gonewild posts and fantasizing about us fucking.
But more than a year and a half had passed since then, we’d become friends and the sexual interest seemed to wane as life became more complicated, as it always does over time, and friendship became more important than a quick and dirty fling. And more and more, it seemed like I was no longer on the shortlist of people who would be that fling, if the time for one ever came. I was happy to be friends, but disappointed that our initial interest in each other didn’t seem reciprocated anymore.
As a little jealous as I was, that wasn’t so big a deal. I was after all a fan of sharing. But then, sharing typically meant everyone involved was “getting a turn” so to speak, and we hadn’t ever truly fucked yet. The closest we had gotten was a bit of light making out on cold evening at the end of a night at the club, in the sketchy chill of its parking lot. Cold as it was, I had you pinned to the side of your car and against my warm chest as we held each other close as I had kissed you from neck to mouth, sensuously, while I caressed your soft breasts and ass, and gently grasped your throat.
At the same time, the idea of you casually _scheduling a dicking_ stirred my cock. I imagined you home alone at night, and getting a little ring on your phone alerting you of an upcoming appointment. “Dicking, coming up in 30 minutes at 11:00pm; Home.” Silly as that was and surely not how that’d go down.
Something about that seemed a lot simpler though. No worrying about if you’re in the mood, or if there’s work or class in the morning. Just booking it like it was just another thing to do that day. Like going to the bank, or grabbing groceries. The time would come, it’d happen, and then it’d be over with and you’d get back to whatever it is you wanted to do after that. Just another part of that day’s agenda, as though fucking was just something you ought to make sure you get in at least every week or two, without any further context to it.
As our coffee catch-up came to an end, I walked you out to your car and we shared a quick kiss before you had to be on your way. It’d been a long night after all, and you needed to get up early for work the next day, regrettably as always seemed to be the case. I headed home a little disappointed that nothing more happened, but then again, I hadn’t really expected anything at this point anymore.
A week goes by as I try to make some follow-up plans with you. A fancy italian dinner at my place home-cooked by me, music playing, fireplace roaring, candles glowing atmospherically. A proper seduction in an environment of my choosing. But I don’t hear back, which is pretty par for the course.
Another week passes and on a particular Friday night I give it another go and fire off a text to you, not quite knowing if I’ll get an ecstatic response, a lazy reply, or nothing at all. “Hey, what’re you up to tonight?” I ask.
Surprisingly, I hear from you pretty quickly this time around. “Not much. I just had that dick appointment I mentioned to you before actually, ha.”
My jealously is betrayed by the hard swelling of my cock as I read your message. “Oh, I didn’t realize you had gotten your libido back. I hope he dicked you good and hard?” On the inside, I’m annoyed that you had broken another promise to me, but I planned to at least see where this would go. “Did you happen to take any pictures or videos for your gonewild account?”
“Well, I didn’t really get my libido back exactly. But he hit me up and I didn’t have any plans, and he ended up coming over,” you replied, shy of the details of your first fuck in months.
“I wasn’t planning on posting this, but he took some, ha.” you continued. A moment later, another text lit up from my phone.
It was a picture of you laying on your back on a bed, arms outstretched and grabbing hold of the sheets roughly. Your eyes were directly into the camera, shining brightly as you bit your lip. Your breasts were huge and jiggling in motion with nipples pointed and hard and rippling. Reaching over your body, his thick hand was wrapped tight around your throat. Your thighs were split wide and pointed out of frame, while the lips of your tight wet pussy gripped a large thick cock that was pulsing deep inside you, bareback. Not much of it was visible, it was clearly buried as deep inside you as it would go.
“Damn, that’s fucking hot. I wish you had come to me first though… Did he cum inside you?” I reply.
It was a little while before you replied again, keeping me on edge. “Sorry, it just worked out that way.” you replied. _Ouch_.
I was pretty upset now, and not really in the mood to be cucked. “I hope you’re ready for round 2. I’m coming over.” I text back, as I throw my coat and shoes on and stride out the door to the cold winter air and hop in my car.
I’m already nearly there by the time my phone beeps to indicate another message from you, but I ignore it at this point. Pulling up to the house, I throw my car in park and make way over to the front door, and begin knocking aggressively.
A minute or two goes by, until the light inside the house flickers on. The door squeaks open slightly, as you peek out from inside. “Now isn’t really a good time,” you say. I push open the door as you step back and shut it closed behind me.
Standing in front of me there, you’re completely nude, tits swaying as you eye me. Your hair is a freshly mussed mess from your recent fuck, and I can see the slick shimmer of his cum smeared on your inner thighs, you clearly hadn’t bothered to clean up yet after he’d cum generously inside you.
“Hey,” I say.
“I wasn’t expecting you to come over,” you start. “He just left a few minutes ago, I haven’t had a chance to clean up yet, let me take a quick shower?” you ask. Indeed, you reeked of sex, and I could still smell his cock on your breath.
Instead, I move forward and grab hold of your slight body roughly and kiss you deeply on the mouth. Reluctantly, you open up to my kiss as our tongues intertwine against one another. One hand finds its way to your plump ass, and begins to knead it, before I wind my hand up, and send it crashing down to spank hard against your cheek. You yelp as I grip your ass, fingers gently brushing against your cunt and ass. My other hand trails up your body and smooths over your breast before I take you nipple into my grasp and rub and tweak it as I kiss you.
Parting our kiss for a moment, you’re almost breathless. “Don’t you want me to clean up first?”
“No,” I say, leaning in close to your ear, biting your neck. “I want to take you as the freshly fucked slut you are,” I growl. Your breath gasps as I grab hold of your thighs and lift you up against my body, kissing you again as I march you in the direction of your bedroom. I slam you hard against the walls as I go, pausing to kiss you and grope you roughly.
Arriving in your room, I throw you down to the bed and pin you down as I continue to kiss you, hands exploring every inch of your perfect body.
My lips leave yours as I plant further kisses down your face, neck, and chest. I pause to lick and suckle and savor each of your breasts and their nipples before making my way further down your stomach as you gasp breathlessly. Your hand goes to my head and holds onto my hair as my lips reach your mound, and snake around to the side to kiss your inner thighs.
“He sure came in you a lot, didn’t he?” I ask, as I continue to kiss ever closer.
“Ugh, I wish he hadn’t..” you say. “It felt amazing but I’m not on birth control right now… I’m going to have to get a plan B in the morning,” you complain.
“Well, I might as well pump you full of my own cum then, since you need a pill anyway,” I growl. Before you can reply, I dive deep into your pussy with a long lick from the bottom of your slit up to your clit, and begin tendering sucking and licking and flicking it with my tongue as my finger snakes its way past your entrance and firmly to your G spot. I can taste him all over you, the mix of your juices as I eat your pussy like my last meal.
As my other hand reaches up to play with your tits as I work on magic on you, you can feel an orgasm building and building until a flood of pleasure overwhelms you at how dirty, kinky and hot the situation was.
After you cum, I lift myself up form your pussy and kiss you deeply on the mouth, letting you get a taste of yourself and him. Pulling back, I ask, “So, you sucked his cock, right? You did mention preferring to give oral than receive.” You nod in response.
“I figured, I can taste him on you,” I laugh. “Show me how you sucked him off,” I demand, pulling you up off the bed and down onto the floor roughly. I unbuckle my belt and slide down my pants as my hard cock bounces out. I slap you across the face with my shaft playfully. “Did he fuck your face, or did you suck him lovingly?” I ask.
“Suck him first, before he fucked my face,” you smile back. Following suit, I gently cradle your head as you open your mouth and allow my cock to slip past your lips, you can taste my pre-cum from the tip as it moves across your tongue and down your throat. In short order, you’re bobbing back and forth on my cock with love as you sit there down on your knees, cunt still full and leaking another man’s cum.
Looking up at me with your beautiful eyes, you’re surprised and moan to see me phone out recording you. But, you don’t stop sucking like the dirty exhibitionist little whore you are.
“Don’t mind me, just recreating a moment you showed me,” I smile, winking. Putting it away, I then grab hold of your head with both hands as I begin to force your mouth down hard against me, pushing myself deep into your mouth to the point of gagging. You choke and cough but only grow more enthusiastic about me turning your mouth into my own personal fuck hole as I plunge myself in and out of your throat.
After a good few minutes of this, I finally pull your mouth off of me and smile as you sit there, makeup even more ruined than it was, tears streaming down your face, and smiling large as drool drips from your lips.
I slip out of my pants entirely and peel off my shirt before pulling you up and kissing you hard again. Unexpectedly, I abruptly shove you to the bed and quickly climb over you. “What positions did you two fuck in?” I ask between kisses.
“Mmm” you think for a moment. “Missionary for a bit, and then doggy,” you confide. Fair enough, I pin you down to the bed, grabbing hold of both your wrists and crossing them over your head, firmly in my grasp. With my other hand I spread your legs wide around me before moving up to your throat, gripping it tightly. You can feel the breath slip out of you as my big hand almost crushes your windpipe. You struggle to move your hands and block me as I push myself forward and slip my cock up and down and back and forth against your entrance.
“Mmmph” you struggle, “…con… condom,” you eek out as I aim myself toward your entrance (with rather difficulty, considering I’m using both hands already). I lean in and whisper. “No. He didn’t use one, so I’m not. I’m going to fuck you like the dirty slut you are, hard and rough to punish you for the years of teasing and blue-balling,” I threaten. “He might have cum in you first, but I’ll be the one to reclaim your pussy and breed you.” My grip on your throat tightens as I line myself up and begin to ease into you. You moan and gasp out in denial, but it’s a vain effort as I thrust past the threshold and sink myself deep inside of you.
I can feel the tight silky warmth of your freshly fucked pussy as my shaft buries itself deeper, inch by inch, until I can feel the pressure of your cervix push against my tip, as my balls press firmly up against you. Just as slowly as I plunged myself in, I slowly retract and pull myself out, savoring every moment of my first time fucking you, until I slam back down hard into you, my balls slapping against you. You gasp in pleasure as I begin to build up a momentum of fucking you. You’re whispering “no,” and “no,” again and again even as your body language completely betrays your utter pleasure and lust. You’ve given up trying to struggle your hands free from my grasp, and you feel light-headed as my other hand continues to squeeze your throat tightly, choking you. Desperate to wiggle free and torn between the radiant heat of your pussy as my cock thrusts in and out of you in a slow, hard, deep rhythm, you can’t help but wrap your thighs and legs tight against my ass. With every pump, you can feel my cock grow bigger and harder and you can’t help but change your “no’s” to “yes’s” and “God fuck me,” and “Please cum in me,” and “breed me.”
I grunt hard with each thrust, with dirty talk of my own, calling you a “dirty fucking slut,” and a whore, my own personal fuck toy to use as I please, my little breed-happy rape-slut.
I struggle to pull myself out of you so as to fuck you doggy style as he did, but your legs remain fixed tight around my ass. My thrusts get deeper and deeper and soon we’re both panting, and out of breath. My grip on your throat has become a full stranglehold, barely leaving you any oxygen to function as you fully throw your head back, eyes closed, body ravaged by another orgasm as my cock unloads burst after burst after burst of thick potent cum against the entrance to your fertile womb. I scream out in a deep groan as I fill you up to the point of overflowing.
It’s a good long while until I finally roll off of you, and you begin to catch your breath, having nearly fainted from the breeding choke fuck rape I delivered to you.
When finally you’re capable of speaking, all you can say is “Mmm… I wish we’d done that sooner…”
“Told you,” I say. “We’re not done yet though… still have to recreate his picture and fuck you doggy style next… and I have some of my own ideas of what I want to do to you as well, slut.”
“I’ll be a good slut for you, sir. I want you to take what you want from me,” you reply.
(End… Of part 1?)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f9kaks/a_dick_appointment_mf_cnc_breeding