“That was good…” she cooed.
“But I’m not finished.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I want to finish. And I want you to take me. All of me.”
“Ohhh baby, I don’t know if I can.”
“You can and you will. This is the part that will impregnate you.”
“Ohhh I see.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. I want to have your baby,” she purred. “I want you to get me pregnant.”
He lifted himself off and lay on his back, ordering her to her knees.
“Ride me. Whatever happens, don’t stop bouncing as hard as you can.”
“Why?”
“This is the ideal position for impregnation, at least for our unique compatibility readings.”
“Okay…just be easy on me…”
“I can’t promise that. But that’s what turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, sir…”
She crawled on top of him and eased herself onto his penis, still ten inches long and every bit as firm as when they started—only this time it was soaking wet. She started with slow and controlled shifts, where she rode his cock back and forth, feeling the full length slide in and out.
She then started gyrating on top of him, shifting upward and then hard down his length, letting his cock fully enter her. She was just getting a rhythm going when she noticed something peculiar.
His cockhead was rubbing against her tight asshole, sliding in between her wet asscheeks.
“What…what is that…”
She still felt his cock deep inside of her, but at the same time, his cock was grazing against her ass ready to penetrate. She was being double penetrated by the same man. She moaned in surrender, letting her do what he wished with her. She squinted her eyes closed tightly shut and hummed, not sure what she would feel.
His second “cock”, whatever it was, felt smaller. Not quite as big and girthy, making it a more comfortable penetration. He eased his cock into her asshole and began pushing upward, encouraging her to ride him faster, by grabbing her hips and moving them.
She reluctantly agreed, crashing down on his cock and feeling a double stuffing—a giant cock in her pussy, still wet and still spurting cum everywhere, and another cock pumping into her asshole with mysterious lubricant. It felt intense, the sensation of having two dicks rubbing against each other, only one thin line of skin separating them.
She tried to ride him faster, but every time she did the sensation grew into a more breathless state of panic. If she came from this it would be painful, maybe a little scary. But it would be the most powerful orgasm of her life.
She bore down and let him insert more length into her delicate asshole, and then rode him harder and faster, putting more thigh and pelvis strength into it.
“Ungh!” he shouted, keeping still and holding onto her hips.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she felt another strange rubbing sensation—this time right on her clitoris. Somehow, a third cockhead had come up and began skin caressing her most delicate spot.
“Ohhhh God! How…how are you doing that?”
“Ride my cock faster.”
“Yes! Yes sir!”
She wiggled and deep lunged as fast and hard as she could, putting her back and swinging pelvis into it but it still wasn’t enough. She craved more.
He put his hands on her breasts and squeezed firmly. “Ride me with everything you have. Use your breasts and belly and butt. Use every muscle. I need you to crush me with every last ounce of power you have. That’s the only way I’m going to fertilize you.”
Holy shit, she thought to herself. How did I get here? Fucking my brains out with a total stranger, with super powers, who wants me to crush him. It’s the only way he can sperm hard enough to make me pregnant.
The thoughts were crazy, dangerous and so uncharacteristic for a woman who took far too few risks in life. But that’s exactly why it felt so good. So she did just what he ordered. She used her belly to thrash him harder. She used her bouncing breasts for momentum and pounded him with all her body had to offer.
She kept feeling three cocks pressed inside her, somehow, so felt compelled to look down and see what the hell was happening down there.
In between rages and screams of wet, drooling passion, she managed to sneak a glimpse.
Three cocks, all fully erect, penetrating her at once; but somehow all coming from the same beautiful, shapeless man.
He fucked her hard as she rode him furiously, their sweat and flying off each other’s body and their genital fluids dripping into each other’s skin.
“Ohhh ohhhh ohhh!” she groaned, preparing herself for a major squeeze. “Ohhh I can feel it! I’m going to cum so hard!”
“Cum harder! Harder! Ride me, damn it!”
“Oooohhhhaaaaa!” she screamed pounding him with her curves and moving faster than she ever moved before, losing all control over her body and her senses.
Just as she was cumming, he increased the size of his second cock and filled her ass up with more girth. Before she could bark in objection, he had already unloaded a huge sack of extra cum into her anus, in her deep pussy and all over her throbbing clit.
“Ohhhh Jesus! Ohhh Christ! I don’t even know your name…” she said, as she plopped over and grabbed her heart. She panted like a bitch in heat and it felt exuberant to let go of all civility and return to the grime like an animal. It was primal love. Fucking for the sake of fucking, baby or not, who the hell cared.
He was more than a man. He was a god among men.
Her naked body sprawled out on the bed still reaching for his cock—which was now only one.
“Ohhh that was so good.”
“You are now carrying my offspring.”
“I know. I can feel it.”
“It was an amazing experience,” he said, cupping her cheek and rubbing down to her neck.
“Yes. You were amazing. What do I call you? I’m not calling you Valor.” She laughed.
“You can call me Lover. It is an intergalactic phrase, you know. For an intimate friend. The saying goes, ‘We may never meet again. But whenever we do, you will always have a lover in me.’ Someone to hold you, satisfy you, and protect you.”
“I like that.”
“So…do you want to come back to my planet?”
Nelly tilted her head in wonderment. “I think I have to say no, my Lover.”
“Really? I’m surprised.”
“Yeah…I do love this. I love you. I will have this baby. And I want you to come see me as often as you like. But somehow…I still love the earth. I think I still have unfinished business here. Sometimes…you just have to take a chance and say YES, sometimes. You know?”
“I understand,” he said with a smile. “Then I will return to you. And every night when you look up at the stars, you will see me. My friend. My lover. My most cherished being.”
THE END
Knocked Up by the Billionaire Bad Boy Street Racer
Chapter One
The roaring of the engines around him was only muffled slightly by the hum of his own idling engine. The black tinted windows of his vintage Dodge Charger hid Greyson’s face from the crowds, but everyone knew his reputation at the races.
He would win and he would take her home. It did not matter who “her” was, he would find someone with a tight little skirt and a giggly young voice, and they would rumble off down the street together.
He had dumped every penny possible into the car, just to insure the win. Custom paint job, tinting on everything but the front windshield, emblems removed for that smooth exterior. And of course the engine modifications list was extensive and expensive. He had a particular mechanic that he liked, and he paid well for the services and for the discretion.
And these groupie girls just purred when he sidled up to them. It did not hurt that he was a few inches over six feet, with wavy dark hair, broad shoulders, tawny eyes, and a chise
led jawline that nearly always sported a few days of stubble. He had an easy grin and a charismatic way about himself that drew the girls in like moths to a naked lightbulb. More than one had been scorched by the heat.
As his race time approached, he relaxed back into the black leather seats and ran his fingers over the shifter that brushed his right knee. The worn knob felt smooth under his thumb and he grinned when he felt the engine vibrating through it. He was not overly concerned about the race itself. Because of the money he had dumped under the hood, he won nearly all of them. And everyone at the race site knew that it was lost money when you went up against the black behemoth.
He pulled up to the starting line and looked to his left. He was up against some Honda Civic that seemed to have more neon than all of Vegas. He started to roll his eyes but stopped when the flag girl caught his attention. She looked perhaps a day past her twenty-first birthday, and shook her blonde hair in the gentle summer breeze. Her young tanned figure was flawless and barely covered with a tiny white bikini. His cock twitched as she grinned at both drivers and tugged a red scarf from around her hips. She waved it in the air to get everyone’s attention and then dropped it dramatically.
Greyson was only slightly distracted by her firm and perky breasts, but his engine roared off the line as he stomped on the accelerator and jetted past her. His cock spurred him faster because he knew the sooner he won this last race of the night, the sooner he could have that little blonde bouncing around on top of his lap.
He whipped the car around the pylon at the end of the designated strip of road, and headed back to the finish line. The Honda was surprisingly close to him, but he loved a close race. What excitement would there be if he whipped them all too easily?
He could see the outline of her as he closed in on the win and had to fight the urge to adjust his swelling cock. He whipped past her and screeched to a halt only moments before the Honda but it was yet another win for the Charger.
He threw open the door and popped out for his victory hug from the scarf girl. She pressed herself firmly up against his muscled chest and he could tell this was already a done deal. His fingers wandered around her hip and gripped her nearly exposed ass tightly. She gasped softly but made no motions of pulling away.
With her clinging to his side, he made his way through the crowd to collect his cash from the Honda driver. The young man was dismayed to have lost to someone around thirty, but Greyson took his money with a smile that seemed to mollify his anger. Greyson gallantly escorted the young woman back to his car, and flashed a victory sign to the onlookers as he closed his own car door.
A few minutes after pulling away from the event, he was parking in a small apartment complex lot and letting her back out. They tumbled into the apartment with clothes flying in every direction. It was a fun but unremarkable affair, and he dozed off with a limp cock against one thigh and a sleepy blonde against one shoulder.
Chapter Two
The next morning, he made some sort of excuse to her about having to get to work. She looked disappointed when he handed her a $50 bill and called the cab company, but the no-nonsense set to his jawline made her reconsider putting up an argument. He waited until the taxi took off, then he took off in the Charger. He did not feel the need to head straight to the office. Instead, he pointed the Charger to his real home and settled in his seat for the drive.
The little apartment was convenient for so many things. It was handy for one-night encounters and also served as a meeting place for any of the friends that did not know about his day job. He did his best to keep it up as though it were really a place to live, but truthfully he could not imagine actually living in a studio apartment where the kitchen overlooked the main area, where the living room and the bedroom were one giant shared space, and where the only door in the place led to the tiny bathroom.
He pulled up to the gate of his estate and punched in the codes to let it slide open. He pulled the Charger into its designated spot of the multi-car garage and headed inside.
The apartment he just left could have fit four times over into the garage alone, and that did not count the other structures on the property. The main house sat back from the street, with the guest house and the small pool house behind it to flank the tennis court and the swimming pool.
His butler met him at the garage door, and handed him a cup a coffee. Greyson grinned and took a cautious sip from the steaming mug.
“Long night,” he admitted with a grin to Mr. Anders.
“I can see that, sir,” he replied noncommittally.
Mr. Anders was not a fan of Greyson’s newest hobby but did not feel it was his place to say anything about it. Mr. Anders had worked for the family for several decades and had known Greyson’s father more like a brother than an employer. Now that Greyson was head of the family, of the business, and of the estate, things were changing faster than Mr. Anders was accustomed to.
Greyson headed up to his master suite to get ready for work. As the heir of the global corporation, he had massive responsibilities but he also had a certain amount of freedom. His recent street racing was just a way to blow off steam and to have a little fun with girls who did not know who he was. Most of the time, he was completely bored with the society girls that his father’s associates and friends pressed upon him. These girls from the races were not really that much brighter, they will just fun without all of the strings.
There were magazine articles listing him as one of the country’s most eligible and desirable bachelors, but he hated those articles. His private life was no one else’s business, especially since he did not purport himself to be any kind of celebrity. He did realize that with his financial status, he was a default celebrity of sorts especially given his piercing eyes and washboard stomach, but he was not the type to seek it out.
After a long hot shower, he slipped into one of his custom tailored grey suits and headed back downstairs. This time, his driver would be in charge of the accelerator and would drop him off at the high rise office building downtown. Part of him wished he could just hand the reins to someone else, but he knew his father built this company so that his son could run it someday.
He stopped by the granite and steel kitchen for more coffee and something more substantial. The kind older lady who worked as his chef ushered him to the table and laid out a nice breakfast for him. He really should not have taken the time, but the lox platter looked irresistible. The bagel was perfectly toasted, the vegetable cream cheese was soft and spreadable, and the translucent slips of smoked salmon glistened. He topped off the entire creation with shaved red onion and capers and wolfed the entire meal down along with another cup of coffee.
Greyson gathered his briefcase and sighed deeply as he slid into the town car. Despite everything that his father had left him and being a man of nearly unlimited resources, he was bored with his life and ready for something to change.
Chapter Three
The next racing night could not arrive soon enough, and Greyson went through the motions of his business dealings with anticipation of feeling that rumble underneath him. There was no rumble in the board room that could come close to matching the excitement of his beloved Charger roaring off the starting line.
It really had less to do with the girls and more to do with the racing itself. The girls he took back to the apartment were just the chocolate cake after the filet mignon. He got more of a thrill out of the 50-second street race than he did when he closed a $50 million deal at the office.
By Friday afternoon, he was tapping his toes impatiently in the board room and watching the clock tick off one second per hour. When the meeting concluded, he nearly ran out of the room much to the irritation of the other board members. They, like Mr. Anders, were still getting used to the changes.
Greyson reached the building’s parking garage in record time, and waved his driver over insistently.
“I gotta get outta here,” he told the man as he slid into the back seat.
The driver no
dded, “Where to, sir?”
“Home. I need to just get home.”
The town car pulled smoothly out of the garage, and Greyson sunk back into his seat and yanked his tie off with a strangled groan. He was ready to slip into those torn jeans and beat up tee shirt, and take the Charger out for a spin. He had been a reckless teenager and sometimes longed for those days -- when he could slip out and do whatever he wanted while someone else was left to clean up the mess he left in his wake.
He finally arrived home to don his street uniform, and he headed out in the Charger to the other side of town. Mr. Anders tried in vain to stop him, and just stood in the open door shaking his head as the Charger pealed out of the driveway.
On his way to the racing site, he pulled into a fast food drive-through window and ordered himself a meal that would have made his chef quit her job. She tried to provide him with healthy balanced meals for his overall health, and he just grinned at the thought of her reaction to his double bacon cheeseburger and extra-large order of French fries. The bucket-sized soda washed everything down nicely.
He was not overly concerned about the impact of one meal on his health. He worked out like a fiend and ninety-five percent of the food he ate was of the healthy variety. He just liked to indulge in the burgers once a week before the race.
After he finished his meal in the car in an empty law firm parking lot, he decided to swing by the apartment and make sure everything was looking good. He never wanted it to look like it was abandoned; those apartments always got robbed.
After checking, he headed over to the normal gathering spot. The onlookers and drivers had already started to assemble, and the group parted as he pulled up. A couple of new visitors ooh-ed and ahh-ed over his car and he basked in the attention she earned for him.
He stepped out of the car and nearly lost his balance when his eyes fell on her. These racecars were usually driven by young guys with something to prove, and the girls were giggly airheads who barely knew how to put gas in their own cars. But she was different.
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