I really shouldn't be doing this...
Allen, Master CumGeyser, did not follow through, though. Through professional networks, I learned that he married a woman soon after the conference and moved away. I did not see him again, but Master still emailed me. When the next annual conference rolled around, I emailed him in hopes of submitting to him again. Once I checked into my hotel, I sent him my hotel and room number. The last night of the conference, I got a message back. He was in a different hotel several blocks away. He would stop by that night, if he had time.
He did stop by, but it was very late, and he was hurried. In the darkened room to preserve our anonymity, he quickly fucked my face and pumped his load down my throat. Then, he left. We exchanged a few emails afterward. The conference ended, and I returned home. Months passed, and registration for the annual conference opened. I signed up and reserved my hotel. I emailed Master to let him know where I was staying in hopes that he would stay at the same one, so he would have convenient access to me.
When marketing for the next annual conference began to tease the open of registration again, Master emailed me to make sure I was going. In my reply, I asked if he would like for us to stay in the same hotel. When his next email came, I was excited to see that he liked the idea. I obeyed his directive to make it happen.
By the time the conference arrived, I was having second thoughts. I realized that I really should stop this. I adore my husband. He’s the love of my life. I should not cheat on him. I resolved that I would make myself scarce during the conference, so Master would not have an opportunity to breed me this year.
I had barely checked into my hotel when an email notification popped up on my phone. It was from my private address that Master uses. I stared at my inboxl. His message asked for my room number. I knew I shouldn’t give it to him. He would show up, and I would not be able to refuse. As I stared, bubbles appeared. He was typing. “You wish you could refuse but you cannot. Your married ass wants my thick cock to breed you again. Now, tell me your room number.”
I felt the surge of lust and desire he intended to inflict. My mind replayed scenes of him fucking my throat and my ass two years ago and the way he fucked my face last year. I remember the thickness of his cock and how amazing it felt fucking me. When my head cleared, I blinked a couple of times and saw my room number on the screen. My fingers had sent it to him. “Oh fuck!”
I just fucked up any chance of avoiding him. On the screen, I saw bubbles appear below my room number, so I waited to see what he typed. “That’s better. I have an event right now, but I will be stop by in about an hour. I’ll call your room phone as usual when I am on my way. Be ready.”
“Aye, Sir.” I replied and tossed my phone onto the bed. By calling my room phone, he could reach me without either of us sharing mobile numbers. He could call in the middle of the night and wake me up. Email notifications did not wake me. A loud ringing phone did. As soon as I answered, he would hang up, and I would know he was on his way. In this case, he wasn't waking me. He would let the phone ring twice.
I jumped in the shower and got ready. Deeply ready. After my shower and prep, I closed the curtains and unplugged the clock. Before it went dark, I noticed the time. Almost an hour had passed. I made the room as dark as possible. It was evening, so the room barely had any light.
A few minutes later, the room phone rang twice. I walked to the door and set it ajar, so he could enter when he arrived. "What am I doing?" I asked myself aloud in the dark. "I should not be doing this." Then, I climbed onto the bed and under the covers. I knew that I should stop this. I should think of a way out. That was it! When he got here, I would just tell that I could not play any more, that I would not play any more.
After a few minutes, the room brightened as the door swung open. I heard the latch squeak when he swung it out of the way, and then the room went dark. The door clicked shut.
I sat up and called out, “is that you, sir?”
In the dark, I could make out his shape as he moved into view. He was taking off his clothes and dropping them to the floor as he approached. “Yes, boi.”
“Hello, sir. Thanks for stopping by." I started. I could see the silhouette of him in the darkness as he proceeding to strip. "I have been thinking, and I really shouldn’t be doing this.”
No answer. He continued to remove the last of his clothes.
“We should stop, sir. Both of us are married.”
“That makes it all the hotter. Your married ass wishes it could refuse my big thick cock, but you want it too much. My seed has roots in you.”
His words made me feel dizzy. My heart raced, and I felt my cock stir. “Sir, I’m not playing. I mean it. I cannot keep doing this.”
“Doing what?” he asked as his naked form crawled onto the bed. His mouth quickly found my left nipple. The licking and sucking sent waves of hunger through me.
“THIS!” I panted. “Please stop. I shouldn’t…”
His mouth switched to my right nipple and sucked lightly. I shivered and squirmed. He lifted his head to speak, “No, you shouldn't, but my seed is already inside you.”
“True, but please, sir. I should not keep doing this.”
“No, you shouldn’t, boi,” he paused sucking my nipple just long enough to say. He flicked his tongue on the tip and then continued, “You wish you could stop, but you want my big thick dick too much. My seed is already inside you."
Hearing his words was firing my blood. "Oh fuck. Sir, please stop."
"Say it, boi.”
Oh fuck. If I utter those words, my hunger will worsen. I whimpered as he continued to lick and suck my right nipple. Then, dissatisfied with my resistance, he lightly bit the nipple. I grunted.
“Say it!” He pressed the head of his hard thick cock against the rim of my hole. I felt the heat and hardness of it. I also felt the slipperiness of his precum.
“Oh fuck…” I was going to say it. “I… shouldn’t.”
“Yes, boi, you shouldn’t,” he teased, “You wish you could refuse me, but you can’t. You know you’re going to obey.” He rubbed the head of his cock on my aching hole. “Say it.”
I whimpered, “Your seed is already inside me.” I felt the surge of lust and the rising need.
“And why is that, boi?” He teased. He knew that making me admit past transgressions would fire my blood.
“Because You bred me, sir.” I felt my ass twitch as the head of his cock rubbed precum across the rim.
“Good boi,” he cooed. His cock rubbed and pressed against my rim, and I felt my hips rock and tilt, trying to catch the tip. “So what does make that you?”
“Your cumdump, sir!” I needed him inside me. He knew it.
“I couldn’t hear you, boi. Say again.”
“Your cumdump…” I began, but before I could finish the second word, he pushed his cock through the rim and deep inside me. The next word was more of a gasping grunt, “…Sir!”
“That’s what I thought. Your ass will always open for my bare cock,” he gloated as he began to rock his hips and build toward full thrusts.
“Oh fuck, sir. Please. I really shouldn’t…”
“Oh, it's too late for that. Isn’t it?" He paused to flex his cock inside me and then resumed fucking me.
I flinched, “Fuck, sir. Not if you pull out now.”
He flexed his cock inside me again. “What’s that, boi?”
Panting from the struggle to resist the waves of pleasure he inflicted with each thrust, I begged. “Not too late if you pull your cock out of my hole, sir.”
“Am I going to do that, boi?” he asked without breaking stride.
“No,” I said, sounding like a defeated child, “Sir.”
He ground his hips against me, stretching my hole with his cock. "Tell me why.”
“Fuck!!” I knew he would make me admit this. “It’s not my hole anymore, sir.”
“No? Who’s hole is it then?” he asked as his hips were gaining momentum.
“Yours, Master.”
As he was building thrusts, he grunted his satisfaction. He liked that answer. “Is that the only reason why, boi?”
“No, sir.” His thrusts were drilling me deeper than my husband could, and the pleasure was blinding. “Your cock stretches my hole more than my husband’s does.”
“Keep going, boi.”
“Your dick is longer than his. You planted your seed deeper than his.” He was pounding my hole now. My body was awash in lust.
“That’s right, boi. My seed is so deep inside you. It compels you to submit.”
“Aye, sir. Your seed… too deep… to resist.” I panted as he thrusted aggressively. I knew I was going to be extra sore tomorrow. He had pushed in hard with very little lube, so the hole was gripping his thick cock tightly. “Your big dick feels so fucking good, sir.”
“Yeah, it does.” he growled. Then, he ground his hips against me again and leaned down to whisper by my ear, “This little married ass is nice and tight tonight, but it cannot help but to open wide for me.”
“Aye, sir.” I panted, and then, I felt my hole obey his instruction to open wide. “Oh fuck, no!”
“Oh fuck, yes! My dick is so much better than your husband’s” He started long dicking me.
“I love my husband…”
“That doesn’t matter,” he paused at depth to grind his hips against me, grinding his cock inside me. “You want my cock to unload my seed inside you.”
“Oh fuck!” I blurted as I heard his command, and I felt my lust obey. “I… WANT… your… cum, sir.”
“That’s a good boi.” He began drilling me again.
I could feel the sweat on his body. His whole body felt slippery against mine. I wished that I could see his eyes. In the dark, I could only see his silhouette. His hands grasped my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I struggled briefly and realized that I could not break free. He was holding me down as his thrusts became longer, harder, and faster. The intensity stoked the fire of my lust, “Oh fuck!! I’m just a hole…”
“Yes!” His thrusts got faster.
“YOU made me a hole”
“YES! I did.” He drilled harder and harder. “Say it!”
“I’m nothing but a hole, a cheating hole, a fucking DEEP hole for your cock to fuck…” My eyes strained against the dark to see his eyes. I knew he was staring down at me with a cocky look of conquest, but in the darkness, I could not see his eyes.
“To fuck and?” He thrusted with abandon now. He had fucked me into renewed submission. Now, he was using my hole to get off, and he was close now.
“Breed, sir. Breed me, please!” I begged for another load of his cum inside this married ass, and I did not have to wait. I felt his cock erupt. He shoved deep, and I felt his cock flexing with each pulse of cum. He pulled back and thrust again. He shoved deep and held there for a minute. Then, he repeated this move once or twice more.
When his load was spent, he released my wrists. Then, he patted my face with the palm of his hand. “This married ass is dripping with my cum now. You really shouldn’t have let me cum in you again.”
“Why’s that, sir?” I asked as he dismounted, stood, and began to get dressed.
As he dressed, his silhouette was not facing me. “Because every time I cum in you, my hold on you gets stronger.”
I gasped softly. His words penetrated my brain, and I heard myself echo them like a prayer, “Every time You cum in this hole, Your hold on me gets stronger.”
He continued dressing without facing me. “I’m going to be back every night to breed you again and again.” His silhouette moved, and I felt him sit down on the foot of the bed. I could tell that he was putting on his shoes. He paused and turned to face me still reclined on the bed. “You, boi, will be ready every night. You won’t object. You won’t refuse. You won’t resist. You will submit eagerly.”
I felt a rush of lust twist my body. I writhed in ecstasy at the thought before I could form the words, “Aye, Master.”
He stood and started walking toward the door to leave. “My load stays inside you all night. You can shower in the morning.”
“Aye, Master.”
He proceeded to the door. Out of my sight, I heard him pause. “What happens, boi, every time I cum in you?”
I felt a rush before I could answer, “Your hold on me gets stronger, sir.”
From the darkness by the door, he replied, “Good, boi. I’ll be back with another load for you.”
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