Chapter 10

She had caught her breath, finally, after an orgasm that had left her weak and helpless. Only a small part of that was because she had strained against the ropes as she came hard. She was relaxing, as his hands moved all over her body, stroking her gently. The most amazing thing of it all was that though she was still tied, she no longer felt restrained, really. The ropes were now just something to hang on to as he took her on this wild ride.

“You want to be on top?” he asked softly.

“Can I?” she gasped.

“Yes,” he said.

Her hands slipped out of the ropes and he helped with her feet. She got on her hands and knees as he scooted under her. Almost frantically, she squatted, and sank down on him. Immediately she leaned forward, dangling a pear shaped breast in his face, and her hips went crazy, moving her clit against the base of his prick.

She couldn’t get enough, moving unceasingly through four orgasms, moaning and crying and kissing him, mashing her breasts in his face, and demanding that he suck them, only to jerk them out of his mouth as she raced through another orgasm. She felt like she was rubbing her clit raw, but couldn’t stop, until finally she ran out of energy and fell onto his chest, gasping weakly for air.

“I don’t believe this,” she panted. “This can’t be real.”

“It’s very real,” he said, into her hair, stroking her back.

“All that time,” she panted. “And you didn’t cum once.”

“You don’t want to get pregnant,” he reminded her.

She raised up, putting her forearms on his chest, and looking down into his blue eyes.

“Why do I want to feel you cum in me, then?” she asked.

“Do you?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “It feels so good and warm when you do that.”

“When was your last period?” he asked.

“I finished up just before I met you,” she said.

“It’s probably safe,” he said.

“But what if it’s not?” she moaned.

“Then you’ll have my baby,” he said.

“You drenched me last night,” she whined.

“You might already be pregnant,” he whispered.

She sat up. He was still hard ... still deep inside her. She looked down at her flat belly, and her hands went to rub. The residual gel there heated up instantly, and she felt the ball of heat sink into her again, bathing her womb with heat. She tried to imagine a baby in there, being warmed by her hands. It was too bizarre. She closed her eyes, filled with hot prick, and rubbed more. She brought her hands up to her breasts and rubbed them. Heat exploded in them too, like they were full of hot milk, for a baby. She felt that strange urgency in her belly again, like when he had said he wanted to spurt in her pussy.

She looked down at the man who had turned her whole world upside down. Her mind coalesced into an understanding of this man that most women wouldn’t have been able to rationalize.

“Do you want to get me pregnant?” she asked, her voice steady.

“You don’t want to get pregnant,” he responded.

“But do you want to get me that way?” she asked, leaning forward, her eyes inches from his.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Her belly did flip-flops, and there was a burning in her breasts that wasn’t due to the lotion.

“You’ve done this before ... haven’t you?” she said, her voice still steady. “You’ve gotten other women pregnant ... haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he whispered again.

Her pussy squeezed his prick, all by itself. She could no more have stopped it than she could have stopped her heart beating.

“How many?” she asked.

“Does it matter?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, her voice firm.

“Many,” he said softly.

“Many,” she repeated. “More than two?”

He smiled.

“More than five?” His smile didn’t waver.

“More than ten?” her voice went up and her pussy clenched again.

“There are more than ten babies,” he said, softly. He decided that splitting hairs about born and yet-to-be born children wasn’t necessary.

She felt a weakness flow through her, but had to ask the next question.

“Some women have had more than one of your babies?”

He nodded.

She sat back up and felt the prick that had made more than ten babies, fully penetrating her pussy. It clenched, yet again.

“Mandy, honey,” he said. “If you don’t want to have a baby, that’s fine.”

“I know that,” she said. “Be quiet. I’m thinking.”

What she was thinking about was that she had a good job, that was going to get better, if her father’s plan worked out. She knew the staff would love it. She would be busy. She thought of the men she had seen in the past ... the pool of men she might have to choose from, if she wanted to get married and start a family. That pool was, in her opinion, shallow and stagnant. She knew that somebody could come along, out of the blue, like Bobby had ... but that could not be counted on. She tried to imagine what it would be like to enter the dating game ... the time that would take ... the false starts, and disappointments she’d likely face. She was thinking about her father, and how she had no idea how long he had left. Could he wait, while she tried to find a mate, and make him a grandfather? Did she even want a mate? The thought of that was foreign. At the same time, the thought of her father as a grandfather was as natural as it could be.

She looked down at Bobby. He was gorgeous. He was smart. If she were looking for a mate, she’d want someone like him. She closed her eyes and remembered last night, when he had flooded her with his warmth ... his seed. He had known she was unprotected ... that he might be breeding her ... like he had bred other women. Ten babies! More than ten babies! She felt the urgency in her loins, and recognized it for what it was. Her loins wanted her to fulfill her destiny as a woman ... to take a man’s seed, and procreate with it.

With her eyes still closed, she rubbed her belly again, and again felt the heat sink into her insides. This time she imagined a tiny little Bobby in there, with a tiny little forelock. He was smiling, looking at her with blue eyes, saying, “Thank you, Mommy, that makes me feel warm!”