by Jamie Knight
It was a lot like in my daydream. Except, of course, there it was sunset. I wasn’t about to complain. I absolutely loved the feeling of walking with Max in the pale moonlight, traversing the soft sand. Both of us had taken our shoes off a while ago. It really was like walking on flour.
“Want to take a break?” he asked.
“Sure,” I beamed, just happy to be with him no matter what we were doing.
The sand was just as soft under my ass as it was under my feet. Before I knew I knew I was doing it I was lying on my back, looking up at the starry sky, counting all the constellations I had only ever heard about. I had never been in a place where it got dark enough for me to actually be able to see them.
Max sat down next to me, paying a lot more attention to me than the lovely world around us. I could almost feel the desire radiating off him, mirroring the yearnings of my own burning spirit. Bending my knees, I pulled my skirt up to my waist, unveiling my tight, wet, little pussy cast in gentle blue moonlight. Slipping his hand between my legs, he stroked my sensitive little cunt while coming in for a kiss, which I accepted happily. Our minds and bodies came together in a wonderful way.
Still kissing me with all his love and affection, Max gently mounted me, unzipping his pants as he did so. Stroking the head of his cock against my pussy to get me relaxed and ready, my beautiful lover slipped his gorgeous cock deep in my tight pussy, filling me up in the most wonderful way.
“That good, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Fuck yes,” I enthused.
At my word, Max started moving carefully, pumping my pussy until I was beyond the power of speech. I still made sounds alright. Just none were any recognizable human world language.
Not wanting to draw to much attention to our public sex, my gentle master put his hand over my mouth as I moaned and howled. My vision actually got a bit weird from the amazing things he was doing to my cunt, filling me with joy before filling me with his hot load.
It was like a wonderful dream. The last few days of the getaway were spent on a cruise ship. Our cabins weren’t connected like they had been at the resort, but they were right across from each other, which made meeting in secret a lot easier.
Keeping up the appearance of professionalism during the day and making hot, sexy love at night, my beautiful master blessing me with buckets worth of his glorious cum.
Despite our caution. I was fairly certain Thomas and Lauren were beginning to suspect something was going on with us. Not only because I would sometimes be walking a little funny when I came in for breakfast after a night’s worth of beautiful rutting. Even so, we were looking forward to our last couple of nights together before going back to our regular lives. He hadn’t actually talked about it yet, but I had a feeling we were more or less together even if we would have to keep it a secret to protect the company. The best laid plans.
It was a dinner like any other. The four of us sat around the table in the ship’s luxury dining room. Max did his very best to give the impression of aloof professionalism. Thomas and Lauren made small talk. Then a bomb, shaking our entire world, came in the form of a reporter appearing on a nearby TV.
“… the imposed travel ban will extend to U.S. citizens currently abroad.”
Chapter Ten - Max
There were many things I could fairly be called. Some of them were good. Others were bad. A few more were in the latter category than I would really like. But one thing that could never be said about Maxwell James Morgan was that I gave up easily.
The first order of business was to find out more about the travel ban. Easy enough, given the ships lighting fast Wi-Fi. The good news was I that had convinced officials at the Marsh Harbor airport to extend our return tickets until we were allowed to re-enter the US, which looked like it could be a good long while.
It sounded like an agitated woodpecker. I tried to ignore it, but the knocks just came again and again, running the risk of driving me mad. Moving across the large cabin, in a less than genial mood, my attitude readjusted itself when I saw the one knocking on my chamber door.
“Busted!” Lauren sang.
“What are you on about?”
“Oh, come on, don’t even try to lie,” she said, forcing her way into the cabin.
“I really don’t - ”
“Oh yes! Right there! Fucking my tight little pussy, Max! Fuck me hard!”
Carrie’s exact words, said in a surprisingly good impression. Fuck. I could smack myself for not realizing that Lauren’s cabin was right next to ours and the walls, while nice, really weren’t very soundproof.
As pissed as I was at myself, I was even more pissed at her. She knew full well it could ruin my reputation if it ever got out that I was boinking my assistant. A good number of the more conservative clients would be vaporized.
“What do you want?” I asked, assuming she was blackmailing me.
“A raise of course. For starters at least, and then we’ll see,” she said with a vulgar wink.
I had been fairly certain she was just using me to gain money. Turned out she wanted sex and power too. I could have given her a costume and a catchphrase, and she could have been a z-grade supervillain.
The travel ban was going to go on for a while, so I had time to weigh my options. I never actually agreed to Lauren’s demands. I just made it sound like I would. I needed to get back to American shores before I could really access my finances. It was bullshit of course, but she believed it.
She wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Even so, I figured it would be best if Carrie and I stayed away from each other for a while both by day and by night. Just in case. Not being an idiot, I texted the love of my existence and let her know what was going on and what my plan was. Text messages were generally more difficult to intercept than any other medium.
Soon enough, the ship took us back to the island. With some of my legendary negotiating skills, I got them to give us another four rooms indefinitely for half price per room. I didn’t get rich by spending money I didn’t have to.
I made sure that Carrie and I were nowhere near each other in terms of our rooms. We barely even looked at each other at meals. It hurt like hell. It was like someone stuck a knife in my rib cage. But what no one knew was that I was evolving a plan.
It took two weeks for the travel ban to lift, but even then, there were some pretty strict limits put on the populace. One of them was that we stay inside for a minimum of two weeks. No one ever actually specified who had to stay where.
“Wow, this place is huge,” Carrie said, sitting on the antique couch in the living room.
We would take care of her lease and I would of course pay to have her stuff moved in, but all that could wait. What was really important was that we were home and we were together. At least we would be.
“What are you doing?” Carrie asked.
“I just have one thing to do, then I’ll show you the bedroom.”
“Do you really think it's safe?”
“Perfectly. I have decided I really don’t give a shit who knows about us, because I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said, getting just a little bit misty.
Working her way up from the couch, she took me in a loving embrace, her face pressing gently onto my chest.
“I also just fired Lauren and promoted Thomas,” I added.
Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I took Carrie by the hand and guided her into the master bedroom, laying her out on the beautiful four-post bed.
“Wow,” she said again, gazing around the bedroom.
“I know, right?”
It was summer, so she was wearing a light summer dress. It made it much easier to strip her naked. She was bare but for her back brace, which I had gotten really used to working around over the last month.
Stripping myself down to nothing, I joined my beautiful lover on the big old bed, all the love I had been holding onto since La
uren’s threat pouring out in the form of kisses all over her luscious body.
I worked my way to her tender little pussy. Lightly opening her legs a little bit more, I buried my face into her sweet tenderness, holding her by the hips to keep her still and avoid any serious injury.
Bringing her to the very gates of ecstasy, I smothered her beautiful pussy in tender, soft kisses as she came down. Carrie stroked my hair with both hands.
Turning her gently onto her side, which we found to be our favorite position, I licked my way up her side, ending at her lovely neck. The head of my cock pressed up against her beautiful pussy. Both of us were desperate for what was going to happen next. It was a tender joy we hadn’t been able to indulge for far too long.
My huge cock deftly worked inside her beautiful little pussy. Her tender lips hugged me as I pumped her, to a higher state of consciousness.
Epilogue
This too shall pass. Great advice which also turns out to be true. Not that having to stay inside together was the worst thing in the world.
If anything, it gave Max and me time to really get to know each other in more than just the Biblical way. As it turned out, we had similarly interesting histories. Both of us had dreams that didn’t quite work out.
Destiny got in the way, minor infractions in the grand scheme mostly made up for by the fact that Max and I had been brought together. It was a chance we fully intended to make the best of.
“What’s happening?” I asked, doing up my robe as I came into the living room.
“It’s over!”
“What’s over?”
“The lockdown. The situation just went to green. We are open!”
That wasn’t the only thing that was open. Max and I decided to date openly. We actually called a meeting at the office to let everyone know, just so there weren’t any unseemly rumors. To our surprise, everyone was really supportive and actually planned a surprise party for our anniversary.
Things were humming along quite nicely with the company as well. Mitch fully recovered from his cold and the Whitman account came through with flying colors. As did the over $1,000,000 worth of new accounts started by the competition, securing the future for the company.
I wasn’t sure at first, mostly because of lingering memories from our enforced stay months before. Max had already booked the tickets, however, and we would be going alone for what we both understood to be a hot sex weekend.
Another change was the discovery of a painkiller that let me fuck a lot harder and without my brace. We still couldn’t get too crazy, but we could do doggy style, which was something I’d always wanted to try. Being on my side was still my favorite position.
I was still tingling. Max’s beautiful load warmed me to my core. I was on birth control so we could fuck more or less freely. Max divided his loads evenly between my pussy and my mouth. Both of which had their own advantages.
“How many times is that now?” I asked, as Max gently pulled out of me.
“Not sure, sweetheart,” he said, lowering my legs from his shoulders back down to the bed, “I lost count after thirty.”
“Where are you going?”
“I have a surprise for you,” he said, starting to root through his suitcase.
I was just about to ask what it was when I saw it. A small box covered in black velvet. Something that certainly got my attention. Returning to the bed as I sat up, Max got down on one knee. The tears of happiness were already rolling down my cheeks.
“Yes!” I blurted before he could even ask. The sight of the diamond ring was more than enough of a clue.
“I didn’t even ask yet,” he pointed out.
“Still, the answer is yes,” I held firm.
Knowing when he was beat, Max took the ring from the box and slipped it onto my finger.
“Feel like celebrating?” he asked.
“What do you have in mind?”
I was still a bit sensitive from the almighty pounding he had just given me, making his touch all the sweeter. The moan rose up from deep within me, long and loud.
“Yes, sir!” I enthused.
Relinquishing full control of my body to my brand new fiancé, I laid down on my back at the edge of the bed, exactly how he liked it, and opened my legs wide and gave him full and unfettered access to my excited little pussy.
Taking things slow, he fingered me right to the edge of orgasm, stopping right before I peaked. Waiting for me to come back down, he started to move again. He used his tongue as well, making me get close even faster. Actually allowing me to finish that time, I trembled all over as I came, vibrating with sweet ecstasy.
“Good girl,” he said, kissing me tenderly on the cheek.
After giving me a moment to fully recover, Max turned me over onto all fours. Keeping a hand lightly on my bare hip, he stroked the head of his cock against my pussy lips, making me hum with wonderful contentment.
Then it happened. My beautiful man slipped his cock all the way into my tender young pussy, filling me up to the absolute limit. Making me whimper softly. I kissed him enthusiastically, letting him know he hadn’t hurt me. I had just been overwhelmed by the absurd amount of pleasure that had just hit me all at once.
Giving me a moment to let my pussy adjust to the sheer size of his huge cock. Taking me softly by both hips, he started to move. He worked his magnificent member deep inside me. My pussy lips held on, not wanting him to stop. Not that he was going to anytime soon.
With tender love and careful measure, he gradually gained in speed and intensity until he was fucking me so hard the headboard started banging up against the bedroom wall. The rhythmic slamming of oak on plaster was the last thing I heard as I started to cum.
I came to in the bath, surrounded by soothing bubbles. Max was on his knees beside me, gently massaging my thoroughly fucked pussy. I could still feel his cum inside me.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
“Yes, sir. I’m more than okay. I’m so happy. You make me feel like happiest woman in the world.”
“Good. Because you make me feel the same way. I love you. Always.”
“I love you, too. Always and forever.”
THE END
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Chapter One - Anne
This man is right around the perfect height to pass down his genes to my baby, but he has a crooked nose.
That man’s eyes are too close together.
What if my cute little child ended up having pointy ears like this guy? I might as well pick an elf to father my child!
As I clicked through the photos on the screen, none of the candidates seemed right, and I was getting to the point where I didn’t really care. I just wanted them for one thing, after all: their baby-making goods.
Choosing a father for a child is always one of the hardest decisions ever, no matter the situation. This was true for me, as it undoubtedly is for everyone, back when I was dating and considering going the traditional route into marriage and parenthood. And now it was even harder, since I was going the IVF route: in vitro fertilization.
I had wanted a baby for a long time, so I would look at whatever man I was dating and think, “Would he be a good potential mate? A father for m
y baby?”
Sadly, I’d barely ever found one who was a good potential for a second date, let alone a good candidate with whom to procreate!
I tried giving a few guys a second chance but that only led to drama or heartache.
You would think there would have been some big event that caused me to swear off having a baby the traditional way. But it was more like a series of annoyances.
Finally, with my biological clock ticking louder than ever and no good potential baby daddies in sight, I just got tired of waiting for a knight in shining armor to rescue me in the baby-making department. I had decided to take matters into my own hands.
So, there I was, in my office, looking at potential fathers for my child on a website that looked similar to a dating website. (But good thing it wasn’t, as I was so very sick of those).
Except, instead of swiping right to be matched with someone whose interests included long walks on the beach followed by awkward dinner conversations about his favorite basketball team I knew nothing about, I was supposed to choose the stranger whose looks, IQ and other attributes would make the best match for my child.
“You’re still considering going through with this?” asked my friend and colleague, Judy, as she walked into my office and saw what I was working on.
She set a file down on my desk. I knew she had come to talk about a case we were working on together, but that she found my current personal issues to be more exciting.
“I am. In fact, I’ve already started the process. Why not?” I asked her, a bit defensively, ready with my reasons I presented to everyone who questioned my crazy idea. “I’m not getting any younger and I certainly haven’t found Prince Charming. I also have plenty of money saved up thanks to being a billable hour drone for this firm for so long…”
“Tell me about it,” Judy laughed, quickly changing the subject. “But no worries. I wasn’t asking so that you would have to defend yourself once again. I was actually curious because I read an article about IVF, saying that the good old-fashioned ‘turkey baster’ method might be worth trying first. So, have you considered IUI before IVF?”