Lindsay looked up as Clive turned around. There was a look on his face that she had never seen before on a man. As he sat down on the edge of the edge of the bed she felt a shiver of unexplainable excitement run down her spine.
She had been in a similar situation a few times before with Les; restrained to the bed and near naked, but he was her husband. She knew him. She felt safe and secure with him but this was not Les now; this was not her husband of sixty months. This was stranger that she had only met in real life less than sixty minutes ago.
He smiled at her as he rested his hand on her thigh. She looked down at the large dark brown hand of the man that now controlled her and then glanced at the monstrosity between his thighs. It was menacing; he was menacing, but she felt a tingle between her thighs that she had never felt before. There was wetness there and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“Everything okay?”
Lindsay nodded.
“You look nervous,” he told her.
She smiled nervously back at him, “I am,” she told him.
He smiled and gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, “No need to be,” he told her, “I am only taking you where you want to go.”
She smiled nervously again. ‘Where did she want to go?’ she wondered. She didn’t even know herself yet, so how could he?
She looked down at his groin again. She swore that his erection had just grown.
“Would you like me to take it off?”
Lindsay gasped. “No,” she said, startled,” no, of course not.”
His hand moved up her thigh over the material of her nightdress. Up over her mound and to her tummy. He gave it a gently pat.
“I would like to make you pregnant Lindsay,” he said softly.
She gasped.
“What stage of your cycle are you at the moment?”
She gasped again. Clive meant business. Her mind raced back, “I finished my p…,” she started to say, “I’m about 12 days…”
“At around your most fertile stage?” he said patting her again.
She stared up at him, unable to say anything. She felt his hand move to her mound; she felt his fingers move over her clitty and down her groove. His eyes were wild as he stared back at her.
“You do plan to start a family sometime don’t you?” he asked her.
“Yes but…”
His fingers pressed the material of her panties into her groove.
“I really would like to help out,” he told her as he pressed into her vagina with his fingers.
Lindsay gasped.
“You’re very wet,” he told her.
She already knew that; she could feel for herself, but she felt embarrassed that he knew about her state of arousal.
“It would be no problem for me,” he said, “I have at least seven.”
“Seven.”
He nodded. “Four to my wife,” he replied. “One to a friend, who needed some help, and two to married ladies who wanted to take the risk and cuckold their husbands properly.”
Lindsay gasped loudly.
“There were a couple of other ladies who took part in gangbangs I was part of and got pregnant,” he explained further. “I could possibly be the father there as well.”
Lindsay said nothing as she lay there afraid; not afraid of him but afraid of herself. She looked down at his cock again. The teat of his condom now had some tell tale creamy white liquid inside it. Clive was leaking precum. Les often had precum in his when he used them but there was something more threatening about Clive’s.
He saw her looking at him and he smiled, “It’s the excitement of making you pregnant,” he told her.
She looked up at him. Suddenly he shifted position so that he was on his knees at her side. Still smiling, he leant over and gently kissed her on the lips.
“You do want me to take it off don’t you?”
She shook her head.
He kissed her again and she felt his hands pushing her nightdress up. She felt that tingle between her thighs again and then, as his fingers gripped the waistband of her panties, she felt that shiver of sexual excitement run down her spine again.
“Lift,” he said as he started to tug.
She did lift. Not just lift, but raised her bottom high into the air. It was almost as if she was more than willingly offering herself to him.
“Good girl,” he said to her. “Let’s get these wet panties off you.”
She could feel an orgasm building and yet he had hardly touched her.
He shifted position to her feet and took them off. Now he was between her parted thighs. He looked into her eyes again and then lowered his head to her groin.
“Oh no…Oh no,” she cried out as his lips touched her.
She felt his hot breath against her as he kissed her pussy lips and then she felt his tongue push its way inside her. Lindsay cried out as her orgasm hit her. Never had she orgasmed as quick as this before. She could feel her juices escaping from her as she climaxed; she knew that they had flooded against his cheeks but it didn’t deter him. Les would stop as soon as she climaxed. Les would pull away to mount her; it was almost as if his duty of readying her for his cock had been done. Not so with Clive; he wanted her prepared for more than just cock.
She felt his thumbs gently prising her pussy lips apart and his tongue pushing deeper. Lindsay could also hear herself telling him to fuck her. He ignored her. Clive just kept delving and licking her. His tongue darted in and out of her like a penis and then ran up her between her pussy lips to her clitty.
“Please fuck me Clive…please fuck me Clive,” she cried out over and over again.
Each plea fell on deaf ears. Clive just lay there between her thighs and continued to bring orgasm after orgasm. She bucked and writhed; dug her fingers into his scalp and pleaded louder and louder for his cock. All still to no avail until that one final cry escaped her lips.
“You can take it off. You can take it off,” she screamed at him. “Just fuck me please Clive.”
He stopped immediately, lifted himself up and looked into her eyes. Lindsay suddenly realised the enormity of what she had just said. He held his stare for a few moments and then leaned over and kissed her. His cheeks were wet with her juices; she could taste herself and she could smell her own musky aroma. They kissed for a few minutes and then Clive drew himself up so that he straddled her chest.
He didn’t need to say anything as he squatted over her with his hands on hips. He just looked into her eyes as he thrust his cock out at her. She looked up at the gossamer sheathed monstrosity inches above her head. It was straining even more now and the teat was almost full of precum. Her hands instinctively pulled at her bonds as she attempted to reach up and take hold of him.
Clive remained silent as he leant across and picked up the key to the handcuffs. Lindsay swallowed hard as he reached forward through the bed rails and unfastened one of the cuffs. She pulled her hands free; looking him on the eye as she reached for him.
It was her choice now; it was her decision. He could have whipped it off and been inside her by now. She couldn’t have stopped him; not that she would have protested anyway, but this was her choice; her decision.
She held on to his manhood; her handcuffs dangling from one of her wrists as she made her decision. Her fingers reached for the bottom of the condom and began pulling back the rolled end. It was difficult. She was used to taking them off spent cocks not fully erect ones. As she pulled it off she felt a few droplets of his cum fall onto her breasts. Tossing it onto the bedside table she reached for his cock again and pulled it to her mouth. She ran her tongue in circles around his tip; arousing him as she cleaned and then she took some of his shaft into her mouth. A few minutes later she pulled her lips away. “Put the handcuffs back on me please.”
Clive smiled as he reached for her hands.
Lindsay wanted to be bound. She wanted to be helpless. She wanted to be fucked while restrained.
She groaned as he clicked the cuff back into place, restraining her once again. She was helpless again not just helpless but more vulnerable than she had ever been before. She wasn’t just going to get fucked by him but she was going to get fucked without any contraceptive protection at all. His condom was now gone; she was unprotected and fertile and he was going to fuck her until the last drop of his seed had been pumped into her.
She watched as his body slid down the length of her body; back between her legs; back between her wide open thighs.
She felt the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy lips and looked down. His huge brown cock was beginning its entry inside her. She could feel its entry and she could see its slow disappearance inside her body. She was already feeling her first orgasm from Clive’s cock building up inside her.
She lay still for a few moments as Clive held his cock deep within her. Was he allowing her body to get used to his size and thickness? She didn’t know. But she did know that for the first time in her life she was feeling the difference between a sheathed cock and an unsheathed one. She could feel the texture of skin inside her instead of the texture of latex. This was natural.
Lindsay thrust her hips at him and looked him in the eye, “Come on,” she said softly, “Let’s see if you’re a real man.”
Clive grunted and glared onto her eyes as he thrust back at her. She saw his anger and felt the outrage in his deep penetration and then she saw him smile as he began to reach under her bottom with his huge hands. She had challenged him and she knew was going to pay for it.
**
It was half an hour later when he removed the handcuffs from her. He had fucked her hard and fast the first time. Les had often fucked her hard and fast but it was nothing compared to the pounding Clive had given her. She had lost count of the orgasms he had pounded her through.
She was already spent as he lay there on top of her; still deep inside her and with his hands still clutching her bottom against him. She motioned for him to move as he kissed her but he just said, “There’s another nut to cum.”
And so he kept her there; his cock still erect and deep within her to stop any cum leaking from her. A short while later he began to stir inside her again. She felt his cock come to life; slow thrusting motions became long hard thrusts once again and her orgasms began to flow once more.
Afterwards, when he had released her legs after holding them up in the air for a short while, and unfastened the cuffs, she wrapped her arms around him as she lay on her side kissing and cuddling him. She could feel his cum escaping from her but she wasn’t disappointed. She knew that he had already done his job. Deep down inside she sensed her womanhood rising within and she knew that motherhood was just around the corner. She felt complete.
Les would soon be seeing his cuckold’s reward coming to fruition.
