Jonah the Breeder [Part 4][OC][MF][female perspective]

Thanks everyone for reading. Hope you enjoy this next part. All feedback is appreciated!

Don’t forget to check out [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nyjyw7/intro_jonah_the_breeder_part_1ocmffemale/), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nz6a6h/jonah_the_breeder_part_2ocmffemale/) and [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o0udhd/jonah_the_breeder_part_3ocmffemale_perspective/)

After a few minutes more enjoying his cock from behind, I pushed myself upright with my palms against the counter top until we were both standing. Jonah continued fucking me, thrusting deeply into me with his thick cock. I felt so good to be fucked with his cum. He wrapped his arms around my stomach tightly and kissed my neck while he pounded me from behind, pausing momentarily at the top of each thrust and forcing himself a bit deeper.

It didn’t take long before I came again. I had given up the urge to announce it each time. I was relieved to know that he wouldn’t stop or slow down because I reached orgasm. He’d learned by now that I was multi-orgasmic so he felt no inclination to stop; he just powered ahead trying to make me cum again.

After a few more orgasms I had essentially melted into a warm puddle of flesh on the kitchen counter top, moaning and groaning as my eyes rolled back into my head. Whenever my legs began to tremble and get weak, Jonah was there to hold me steady.

She was so tired of waiting for the right Daddy to come along. (DD/lg, noncon, role reversal)

I don’t think I’ve ever actually had a week alone from my wife. Since the day she moved in with me when we were dating, except for nights I got called in to work, I’ve been next to her in bed every night. This was gonna be a huge deal. A week all to my self. What do you want for breakfast? Whatever the fuck I want. What do you want to do today? Whatever the fuck I want. What do you want to watch on tv? Who the fuck cares? For once there wasn’t a wrong answer. No “I don’t know, what do you want?”, followed by, “I don’t really want that”. No indecision. What I want, goes. Or, at least that’s what I thought.

A mess on the sofa part 2 [ff] [Mff] [anal]

It’s an average Thursday afternoon. I’ve just finished work for the day. Daughter’s away at her mom’s. I’m making a pot of chili to freeze later. You had texted me earlier, asking if you could come over. I said sure. I’ve just set the pot to simmer for a few hours, when the doorbell rings. I open the door to find you, and another girl your age I don’t recognize.

“Hi Mr. Ellis! This is Sarah. I hope you don’t mind, but after I told her about my last visit, she begged to come over with me.” you say.

My brow furrows at the unexpected visitor. I regard Sarah – petite, about 5 feet tall, brunette. Same school uniform as you, but she’s wearing a pair of Converse, as opposed to your Doc Martens.

“A little warning might have been nice, Emma. Come inside.” I say, and motion for you both to enter.

“Thanks!” Sarah says, and you both traipse in.

We enter the living room, and I sit on the sofa. The same one I defiled you on last week.

“Your house is cool, Mr. Ellis! Something sure smells good!” says Sarah, settling into a chair.

Tendrils [*/f]

Oh, goodness, but Ms. Strumpfenfitz has really outdone herself.

I’m well taken care of, you know. I am watered regularly and the temperature stays comfortably tropical with a misting and ventilation system that keeps things luxuriously damp. A couple of weeks ago, she started to play music for me. I know there is some debate on whether plants enjoy music – most of us are stone deaf and possess no more of a nervous system than your average floorboard – but I just *adore* music in my greenhouse and I think I could become a sort of aficionado of several genres, given time and exposure. She noticed my affinity when she brought in a TV the other day so that she might watch a collegiate women’s gymnastics program whilst attending to her collection of delicate little bonzai trees. Such lovely musical arrangements during the floor exercise. I couldn’t help but that some of my tasting tendrils caressed the screen, tracing the contours of a cute little blonde who had caught my attention.

Fucking the divorcee with an audience (M/F/F)

It was 4pm on Saturday when I received a semi panicked text from Stef: “do you know anything about electrical work? I tried to install this air conditioning unit and now the lights in the room and hallway won’t turn on.” I had known Stef for a while. We fucked a couple times before she was married and had continued to flirt since her divorce. The text immediately got me thinking about the time her legs were wrapped tight around my head as I made her cum with my tongue before pounding her tall skinny frame in the shower. I wondered if this was an invitation for more, but decided I was reading too much into the situation. After all, this was not a porno and she likely needed my help.

“sounds like a blown fuse… I charge $500 an hour” I joked.

“That’s not happening. But I’ll give you something to eat and be VERY thankful”

As I drove over to her house I became acutely aware of how horny I was. This dry spell following my own divorce had been going on too long. My dick strained against my pants as I realized that I was going to animalistically fuck the shit out of Stef if given the chance. In fact, I had to sit outside her house for a second to calm down before knocking on her door.

Dominating the Controlling Boss p8 (MF) (FF) (freeuse) (mdom) (voyeur) (controlling) (anal) (teaching)

It wasn’t the first time Brian left the office after sexually dominating and pleasing Lisa, leaving her in a puddle of her sweat and juices. But for the first time, she gathered herself on the floor of her office intertwined with her naked and perky intern, Elsa. Their bodies salty from their sweat and Brian’s cum and exhausted after he drilled them all night.

Elsa spoke up first. “Wow.. I’ve never been fucked like that before. And you were amazing, you have to teach me.” Lisa gave her a lingering deep kiss. “Keep This a secret and we will see.”

At home in her steaming shower, she replayed the night’s session, from the first blowjob which filled her with more than pride to showing off to her perky intern the way she rode her master and received his gifts to having Elsa suck the cum dripping out of her cunt.

Elsa, with her cute tight body, luscious blonde hair, and perky nipples, was an excited and willing learner. Atleast sexually. At work, she was ditzy, and clearly spent more time checking for her coworker’s dick prints than getting work done. Fine, Lisa thought, she’ll teach her what she really wants.

Smiles

I know it’s not uncommon to wake up with morning wood, but I’m not sure it’s as common when you’re so hard it’s starting to get uncomfortable. Usually, I’ll just get on with my day, but I heard the tv was on in the living room. It hadn’t even been a week since she’d moved in, by the time I process that she’s here my feet were already moving. As I’m turning the corner into the living room I immediately worry about pushing my luck. As quick as the thought came, her smile and inquisitive “oh?” told me everything. Not unreasonable for her to think I wanted a blowjob the way I quickly made my way around the couch and stood in front of her. I had to let her know that this was different. I put my hand on her chin, only pausing to wish I could print the view of her staring up at me. I nodded my head, she stood not needing another cue. Before either of us knew it I had her in the air, forearm around her lower back sinking my fingers into her ass as much as I could while my free hand started the next step. Through luck or pure instinct, her panties were pulled to the side and I was in before the next breath. Stillness. She squeezes up against my chest, I wait for her to finish her motion and our eyes to meet again. It was on. I was going to do everything in my power to get as far out, as far in, as fast as I could. If I would have slipped out I probably would have broken my cock off on the next thrust. The last thing I felt on my balls before they went completely numb from the symphony of slaps was her cum running down them. She was unusually silent except for her breaths. But I knew every time she opened her eyes she was enjoying the ride, not knowing or caring where any of this had come from. It only came to an end when she started to squeeze me harder than I thought she could, the silence was broken with a moan to match. Her legs no longer wrapped around me, she temporarily had little control over her body. I laid her down on the couch, kissing her neck softly while she catches her breath. Giving me time to notice the only difference in my situation is my dick is dripping wet. I’m looking down trying to process how I didn’t cum with her then. I feel her wrap her arms around my neck, and we lock eyes again. With that same smile, though a little bigger now she looks down then back at me and shakes her head up and down. I move my hand around her hips and pull away from her, then flipping her onto her stomach. I prop her up on the back of the couch, step onto the couch myself, and hook my arms around her like a full nelson for leverage. She was so tense with anticipation I didn’t even need a guiding hand now, with eyesight alone I worked my way in. It had only been a minute, somehow she felt wetter, even a bit warmer, and I was somehow even harder. This time ‘round she was not silent, she was letting it all out. I’ve never felt such a strong sensation of being on autopilot, my body moved on its own because all of my consciousness was focused on her body. Not even sure I lasted from this point, but I know I was ready. I pulled out, easily slid my wet cock onto her cheeks. Leaving my head exposed on the top, shooting this wild load over as much as her back as possible. I sat down beside her now being the one who needed to catch their breath. She grabbed my chin as I had previously to her and gave me one, long, deep kiss. Stood up and walked past to go clean up, leaving me with another one of those smiles.

Poem about CNC from my POV

Maybe I’m bored or maybe I’m dense,
Far too often do I crave the intense.
I don’t want the option,
I don’t want the choice.
I want to be forced,
And stripped of my voice.

Far less about the physical,
Dig into my mind.
Make me question my reality,
Make safety hard to find.
Manipulate me, confuse me,
Make me feel at fault.
Breaking down the mind,
Gets you a key to the vault.

You like the fight,
I like the abuse
It’s more fun,
When I’m used.
My words say no,
My body says yes
As you force your hand,
Under my dress.
I beg you to stop, I plead and I cry,
But touch myself when you say good bye.

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The three story on Blossom Drive [RAPE]

I’m walking down the street as you pop out of a coffee shop. We don’t know each other, but I caught your eye and apparently kept it. You couldn’t help but stare. You knew you wanted me. Knew you needed me, but didn’t know how to get me.
You decided to follow me down the street, trying to find out where I was going. We walk for about 15 minutes, keeping a safe enough distance away you wouldn’t get caught. Finally we reach the destination.

A little three story Victorian home just a couple streets over from the coffee shop. You watch as I walk inside and close the door behind me, you take note of the address knowing you’ll need it later. 23 Blossom Dr. And you go about your day returning to work.

A couple hours pass by and you’re done for the day, but it’s still daylight, you know you can’t go back yet. No worries you have to run some errands anyways.

Colorado CNC – Bike ride home

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

I got this idea initially from u/WilyCoyoteCNC & his Colorado desert post. Thank you for letting me pick off of your content!

You don’t often see people riding their bikes out on this road this early but I knew she would be out. Colorado is chilly in the mornings this time of year. I have spent a couple days “accompanying” her on her rides. It was fun to scare her, the reflection from the sun on my windshield and my tint prevented her from seeing me but she would still turn her head to look at me as I trailed her. I already knew where she lived but I never followed her into the neighborhood, no need for her to know I know yet. Today is Monday though and she’s home alone so I am going to pay her a visit after her ride.