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I Accidentally Called My Boss Mom Pt. 4 by Deep Rest

Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Discipline, Domination/submission, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female Domination, Hardcore, Male / Females, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Oral Sex

Introduction:

Mark goes on a drive with Amanda, and meets Kiya at the gym for a redo. . .

I pulled up to Amanda's house and parked the car on the street, concerned. 

Who the fuck is here at this time of night?

There was a sparkling black Corvette parked in her driveway, in front of her SUV. I got out of my car, and Amanda threw open the front door and came running to meet me. She was wearing a black two piece pajama set. She had a massive smile on her face, and enveloped me in a big hug.

"What's . . going on?" I asked slowly.

Amanda was hopped up and down, ecstatic, unable to contain her excitement. "I bought you a new car!" She squealed. "And it matches mine!"

There's no fuckin' way.

"You didn't have to . . What?" I stuttered. "I mean, I don't need a new car, especially one as expensive as this." 

The car was a C7, and it was beautiful. It had aggressive lines and scorching curves, complete with a big wing on the back and a badge on the front that said 'Z06'. 

"Yes. You. Do." She tapped me on the chest three times. "You deserve it, baby boy." She gave me an evil grin. "This one is supercharged too."

I might cum right now.

"Amanda, I- I don't know what to say." I said faintly. "Thank you. So much. It's incredible." 

"Oh, just wait." She grinned. "You have to take me on a test drive."

We went the speed limit through town, making our way to the outskirts where there was a long, flat, uninterrupted road. Once I found a perfect spot, I stopped the car, centered on the middle lines. I looked at Amanda.

"Go for it, baby." She whispered, grinning.

First gear. I eased the accelerator, having found out that first gear would break the tires off the pavement easier than I had imagined. I was trying to get up to speed, not do a burnout. Once I hit 25mph, I slammed the pedal all the way down. I had to tap the paddle shifter quickly to avoid redlining.

Second gear. The engine rewarded me with an explosion out of the exhaust, and slammed us into our seats as the car propelled forward. The supercharger squealed, screaming as it gulped down air. The rear end of the car swayed, and I had to compensate slightly, but was able to regain control. Before I knew it, we had already passed the speed limit.

Third gear. The car had caught its stride. It liked going fast, and preferred it. It was glued to the pavement, steadily increasing speed. Its hunger for the road was unyielding. 'Faster.' It urged. 'Faster. FASTER.'

Fourth gear. I took shallow, controlled breaths. Any sudden movement could send us careening off the road. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. My hands had a film of sweat, making it difficult to properly hold the steering wheel. I was losing it, but I couldn't let go. 126. 128. 130. 

Just a little more. Just one more.

I was terrified, and exhilarated. I was frozen, and I was free. 

131.

I let my foot off the accelerator. The engine let out deep rumblings and pops as it immediately slowed down. I took a huge breath in, and sighed as it decelerated to 100mph. My fingers were tingling and my arms were numb. I glanced over at Amanda as we coasted.

She was smiling wildly. "Good job, baby."

I grinned. "I think I'm good for tonight. I don't wanna push my luck." I looked back at the road, and let the engine wind itself back down to the speed limit. Soon, I found a turnoff, and started making my way back to Amanda's house.

On the drive back, I noticed Amanda squirming in her seat, seeming uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked.

She looked over to me, her face flushed and red. "It's nothing baby . . it's just that . . the suspension is so stiff . . and it's vibrating my seat so much."

Holy shit, she's getting off just from the bumps in the road. 

"Y'know what the good thing about driving an automatic is?" She asked in a low whisper.

"What's that?" I replied, confused.

"You only need one hand to drive.

She grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs. She was warm and wet, and I could feel her soaking through her silk shorts. I was instantly hard. I quickly pulled my hand back slightly and slid underneath her shorts and found her clit. Her arms were straight, pinning her breasts together as her hands pushed mine down into her crotch. I reached my finger down to her entrance and slid upward, taking advantage of how wet she already was to lubricate her clit. I kept my eyes on the road while I was half leaned over, playing with her pussy. 

It only took a minute of my attention for her to cum. Her thighs clamped down on my hand as her body shook and she whispered "I'm cuminggggg." She leaned back in the seat, breathless, and I pulled my hand from her lap as I pulled the car into her driveway. I parked, and pulled the keys out of the ignition. She grabbed my face, roughly pulling me to her, and kissed me.

"Mommy." She kissed. "Needs to fuck." She kissed. "Her fuck toy." She kissed. "Right. Now." She shoved her tongue down my throat.

I REALLY might cum right now.

She pushed me back into my seat, unbuckled herself, threw open the car door, and deftly got out. I sat in the seat for a second, my mind reeling as I unbuckled. Then, my car door opened. She grabbed me with both hands, yanked me out of the car, and dragged me up to the house. She snatched the keys out of my hand and opened the door. We walked inside, and she slammed the door behind us.

She stood with her hand on her hip, and pointed to the back of the house. "Bedroom. NOW." She ordered.

Without a second thought I sprinted to the room. The door was already open, got in, and figured she wanted me naked. I stripped off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and ripped down my shorts. I clambered onto the bed, laid flat, and waited patiently. She walked in quickly, saw my clothes and position, then nodded.

"Good Boy."

I swallowed. She unbuttoned her pajama top, threw it off, then bent over and pulled down her shorts. Then, she walked over to a corner of the bed. She reached under the bed and pulled something black out. She snatched my ankle and pulled it towards her, then tied a restraint around it. I swallowed again. She walked to the other three corners of the bed and restrained my other ankle and my wrists, forcing me to lay spread eagle. She climbed onto the bed and stood over me, her legs outside my hips. With her feet flat on the bed, she squatted down, hovering over my cock that was dripping precum down the shaft. She grabbed it with one hand and rubbed it tenderly against her clit and entrance, then set it gingerly inside. She set her hands on my chest, her arms pressing her breasts together towards my face as she bobbed up and down, my dick barely inside her. She looked at me, waiting. 

I whimpered at the feeling, my cock aching to be inside her. I pushed my hips off the bed slightly, trying to get inside of her. She looked at me below her bangs, and fire ignited in her eyes.

"Bad boy." She snarled. She raised one of her hands and slapped me across the face.

Her impact wasn't very hard, but it took away my breath and stung my cheek. I let my hips fall back down to the bed. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

She caressed my struck cheek and replied. "Beg."

Submit or suffer.

"Please Mommy. Please I want-" I pleaded. "I NEED your pussy. Oh fuck I need your pussy, I can't live without it."

She sat deeper by an inch and her walls clenched down on me. She was dripping pussy juice down my shaft, and it caused my cock to spasm and I pushed, spilling precum inside of her. 

"Fuck Mommy please, oh god I can't- I can't- I'm going to fucking die if you don't fuck me." I cried, praying to my goddess. 

She slammed her ass down into my lap, enveloping my entire cock in one motion. My back arched and my eyes saw stars. The universe was aligned through the focal point of us, and I was liberated of my soul until she spoke me back into existence.

"Take a breath, or you're going to pass out." She said firmly.

I gasped, breathing in deeply, fighting the descent into unconsciousness. I raised my head and saw her in all her glory as she sat on my cock. Her knees were pointed away, her breasts a painting of which only a majesty of song could portray. She was the visage of Athena, her battle: my will.

"Oh Mommy." I whispered. "You're so pretty."

She smiled, then rode me savagely. I was helpless, only able to watch as her cunt slid up and down my cock in rhythm. I was her toy, her plaything. I ascended and worshiped her, her body relinquishing my sins as I was made divine. 

Once, twice, three times she came on my dick, quivering and moaning as her orgasm passed, then she resumed fucking me even harder than before. Her breasts were bouncing between her arms, and I raised my head to feel them on my face. She was relentless, and I was nearing the point of no return. 

"Fuck Mommy oh my god, I love your pussy, I love you pussy so much it feels so good, oh fuck oh shit, shit shit shit shit" I whimpered. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna- I can't hold it-"

"No." 

She stood up on the bed, instantly releasing myself from her. I gasped, the sudden absence of her a knife withdrawn from the wound. I wept, my cock pulsing, begging, yearning for the comfort of her salvation.

Amanda stood over me, dripping from her pussy.

"You can cum when you earn it, Sweetie." She said softly.

"Yes, Mommy." I spoke. I would not disappoint her again. I ached for her being as an acolyte for a God.

"You're welcome, baby. Now, it's your turn to fuck me."

She stepped off the bed, and quickly removed all of my restraints. I sat up, rubbing my wrists, still on the verge of orgasm. She laid on her back, her ass at the edge of the bed, and spread her legs. My lust for her intensified.

"Fuck me. Hard. Harder than any bitch you've fucked before." She commanded.

I got off the bed, and moved between her thighs. I lathered my dick in her pussy juice and slowly entered her as she moaned. I positioned my arms below her legs, with her bent knees resting on my elbows, and folded her in half. Her arms were down by her ass, so I grabbed her wrists and locked her open. She raised her head, looking at me in surprise. I pulled back, and slammed my entire weight and all the force I was capable of generating into her.

"OH FUCK!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice pierced my eardrums. I felt the tip of my cock hit her cervix. 

I fucked her. Hard. I was not moving of my own volition. My body was acting in response to her command. She spoke fractions of words every time my cock smashed her cervix.

"Fu- ck- Mom- my- oh- fu- u- u- u- u- uck." She cried.

I was using everything in myself to please her, to give her what she needed. I was pulling her wrists towards me harder with every thrust. I was spending the last of myself, for her, and my head fell between her bouncing breasts as I continued fucking her the best I could.

"Please Mommy, please I need you to cum. Cum on my dick. Cum on my dick Mommy. Please Mommy, please I need you to cum, please cum. Make me a good boy, please Mommy CUM!" I pleaded in desperation.

I felt a tremendous pressure against my dick, and I had to thrust even harder to overcome her pussy squeezing me. Then my entire lap began to get wet.

"I'm- I'm- I'm- squi- squi- squirt- t- t- ting-" She moaned. 

Every time I pulled away, she shot a jet of squirt into my crotch, and every time I thrusted, the jet pressurized and sprayed against us, showering us in liquid, over and over and over. With my head hung down and my mouth open, I was able to drink when it sprayed into my face. I was soaking in her squirt, and I couldn't hold my cum in any longer.

"Mommy PLEASE" I yelled, nearly in tears.

"C- c- c- cu- cu- cum- in- me-" She gasped.

I emptied myself inside of her, slamming into her as hard as I could. It exploded out of her pussy, combined with her squirt, and gushed down the side of the bed. I thrusted several more times, my body forcing the rest of my cum inside of her, my will spent. I released her wrists and collapsed on top of her, moaning incoherently, our slippery warm cum dripping down our legs.

She pet my hair and shook me. "Let's go take a shower baby." Her voice was frail and content.

I groaned in acceptance. I was drunk and high. I was on a mountain and below the sea. It was the hardest I had ever came, even recently; tenfold beyond the orgasms I had before Amanda. I slowly stood myself up, and helped her off the bed. When she stood, her legs were shaking, and I began swaying. She reached and pulled my arm over her, supporting me, and we walked to the bathroom together. 

We stepped into the shower, and this time she cleaned me. She washed my hair, down my arms, my chest, my cock. She cleaned my legs and back, then set me against the shower and washed herself. I gazed at the goddess, soaping herself up, and she enjoyed the attention. Even in my catatonic state, I still lusted after her. She was the world, and I was eternally hers. She finished, dried both of us off, and we stumbled back to her bed.

"I'll clean it later." She whispered. She climbed into bed and laid on her back. "Come here. Lay on Mommy." 

I got in after her, and laid my head on her chest, my head and neck supported by her billowy breasts. I fell asleep, her fingers in my hair as she whispered to me.

"You're such a good boy. You fucked Mommy so well, baby. You gave me exactly what I needed. I needed you. I needed your cock. I think . . . I think I-"

I woke up first the next morning and found Amanda lying on the other side of the bed. I had a painful case of morning wood, so I slowly stroked my thick and swollen cock. I stared at her, thinking about the previous night. She shuffled and rolled over onto her back, still sleeping. I crawled under the covers and took the opportunity to pleasure her. I laid my head between her legs, and couldn't help but grind my dick against the mattress as I licked her. She woke up, already cumming, my fingers inside of her, my tongue gently caressing her clit. 

"Fuck baby . . Your tongue is . . Oh fuckkk." She purred sleepily. 

Once I ate my breakfast, I climbed up next to her. "Good morning, beautiful."

She sleepily put her hand on my cheek, smiling. "Good morning handsome. Let me return the favor." She licked her lips. "Breakfast."

I laid back on the bed and she sat up, then spread on all fours and took me in her mouth. She was an expert, and it seemed her throat was bottomless. Her tongue was between my cock and her lower teeth and she slid down until her throat was fucking me. She gulped me up and down, up and down and I couldn't hold my orgasm any longer. I came down her throat, and she swallowed everything, not wanting to waste. She eased off of me, using her hand to milk me and get every last drop.

We both laid in bed, content. Amanda sat up, remembering something. "So how did you not have sex with Kiya?"

I looked at her, blushing. "Um, we almost did. In the car at the park. But . . I stopped before it got too far."

"Did she tell you she wanted to take it slow?"

"Not exactly, she said she wanted it to be 'different'. So, I didn't . . Y'know. . Cause I figured that's what she wanted."

Amanda gave me a sad smile. She knew something I didn't. "She wants you, baby. Just realize that she is the one waiting for you, not the other way around."

We got out of bed and made actual breakfast together, eating and talking and laughing and loving. Just before noon, I realized it was already Sunday.

"I need to get groceries and stuff for the week." I said. 

"Go on, Sweetie. Tomorrow is going to be another lesson." She said.

"Are you . . Sure? About the car?" I hesitantly asked.

"Yes. The title is in the glovebox, so make sure you put that somewhere safe."

I grinned. "Yes Ma'am."

She put her hand on my cheek. "When I comes to Kiya. Don't hold yourself back so much. Girls like passion, okay?"

"Okay." I said. "I think I understand."

She gave me a kiss goodbye, and I grabbed the Corvette keys, and went to start my new car. I took the scenic route home, enjoying the Sunday drive. I stepped into my apartment, changed my clothes, took stock of the fridge, made a list, and headed back out.

I had a full shopping cart and was almost done. I pulled out my phone and opened Kiya's messages to ask her to come over for dinner, and I saw her magnificent pictures. Then, I felt hands on my face, and then, darkness. A small woman had covered my eyes and pressed her body against me. I felt small breasts with nipple piercings pressing into my back. 

Did I summon a succubus?

"Guess who?" Her voice chimed.

"Either a good girl, or a bad girl, I haven't decided yet." I said.

My eyes were released, and I heard multiple women giggling. I turned around and saw Kiya with three girls in basketball uniforms. Two of the girls were Black, one my height and thick, one shorter than all of us, and smaller than Kiya. The third was a very tall and lanky Asian girl. The larger Black girl snatched my phone. 

"Oh my god K your titties are so cutteeee." She said, gaping at the pictures. She turned around to show the other girls who were staring and nodding. 

Kiya looked up at me, embarrassed, and looked back down at the ground. "That's Shayna. The tall and short ones are Lin and Mindy."

"It's nice to meet you." I said, unashamed and grinning. 

Shayna returned my phone with a devious look on her face and shook my hand. The other two smiled at me.

"Why are you looking at tits and ass at the grocery store." Shayna asked, giggling.

Suddenly, I changed my mind. I had a better idea.

"I was going to ask Kiya to come to the gym with me." I said, looking at her directly.

Kiya looked up at me. "We just had practice . . and we have a game tomorrow, so I don't really want to-"

I raised an eyebrow and interrupted her pointedly. "I need a spotter."

"Oh. Okay, yeah, I'll meet you there tonight then." She said meekly. 

"Perfect." I said, pleased. "I need to get going, you ladies have a great game tomorrow." As I walked away, I was able to catch them gabbing quietly.

"He's pretty." Said Mindy.

"You didn't say he was built like that." Said Lin.

"He's not pretty, he's hot. If you don't fuck him, then I'm-" said Shayna.

"Shut. Up!" Said Kiya.

I grinned as I walked to the checkout.

Stuffing groceries into the nonexistent storage space of the Corvette didn't work out, so I had to fit everything in the passenger seat. I got back home and put everything away, then completed some chores I had let get away from me. Around 7pm, I made my way to the gym.

Kiya was already inside by the time I arrived. There was only one other car in the parking, and she watched me get out of the new car.

"When did you get that?" She asked, dumbfounded.

"My boss gave it to me." I shrugged. "It's . . kind of like a bonus."

"Jesus. Dick that good, huh?" She joked.

"Fuck around and find out." I teased back, making her blush.

She was fairly quiet during my workout. I focused mainly on shoulders. She spotted me when I asked, but I never told her that I could easily control the weight. I just wanted her there with me. I desperately wanted to touch her, to feel her, but there was an old man walking on the treadmill, the owner of the other car in the lot. 

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was wearing red shorts that were somehow smaller than the green pair, and cupped her ass even tighter. Her ass jiggled like water when she walked, but I didn't touch her. I couldn't. Not yet.

She noticed that I wasn't feeling her up, even when she gave me opportunities, bending over to pick up weights. I kept my hands to myself. I could see her getting annoyed and frustrated. My plan was starting to unravel because of the old man, but it wasn't his fault.

After a few more sets, I spied the old man toweling off, then leaving.

Thank God. Let's see if it's not too late.

Kiya had started acting huffy, bratty even. I told her I was moving on, and went to a bench in front of the free weights. I set the bench at 90 degrees, then lowered it two notches. I grabbed two heavy dumbbells, and sat on the bench, a little lower than straight up. 

"Kiya, be a good girl and spot me, please." I said, after I had lifted the weights to my shoulders.

She eyed me with suspicion, and I could see her mind contemplating whether to be defiant, or obey. Finally, she spoke in a low voice. "Okay."

She started walking behind the bench.

"No." I stared at her. She glared back, confused. I pointedly looked at my lap. She looked at my face and my lap a few times, then moved over in front of me, pouting. She climbed into my lap, her face inches from mine, her feet firmly on the floor, her pussy set on my cock.

She raised her hands below my elbows, and I started my set. She watched my muscles moving, my skin sweating, and my veins popping up close. I did four reps with ease, then had to use more effort. Finishing out my set, I had to drive through my legs into the floor to lift the weight, slightly compromising my form and lifting out of the seat. Every rep I grunted loudly with effort, I moved out of the seat, and sat back down as I lowered the weight. Kiya would move up in my lap with me, then bounce back down at the end of the rep, letting out a tiny gasp. Feeling her bounce in my lap and gasp was turning me on, and it became difficult to focus when her gasps got louder, her clit making contact with my hard cock. I finished the set and dropped the weights to the floor, startling Kiya and making her bounce one last time. 

I stared at her, inches from her face. I was sweating, full of adrenaline, hard as a rock, and ready to conquer.

"Yes, or no." I stated simply.

"What?" She whispered. Her eyelids were drooping and her mouth open, she was about to kiss me.

"Yes." I said again. "Or no."

"Yes, but I-"

I kissed her fiercely and stood up, grabbing her ass to support her weight against me. She instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I quickly walked towards the water fountain that was by the locker rooms. I set her down and broke the kiss. 

"Wha- uh-" she protested. I grabbed the hair at the base of her neck into a fist and pushed her into the women's locker room. 

"Mark, what are you-" She whined. Walking in I found a fresh cotton towel rack and grabbed one. I let go of her hair, and she looked at me, bewildered. I twisted the towel up tight.

"Open your mouth." I demanded.

She looked confused, curious, and a little frightened, but almost without hesitation she opened. I placed the towel in her mouth.

"You have to be quiet, in case someone walks into the gym." I whispered, my finger over my lips.

She nodded, slowly. I pushed her deeper into the locker room, where there were wooden benches bolted to the floor.

"Bend over. Put your hands on the bench."

She did what I asked.

Amazing.

I stepped behind her and peeled down her shorts, revealing that she hadn't worn panties.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" I said smiling.

She shook her head no. I dropped her shorts down to her ankles, and looked up her muscular legs and tight ass from behind. Her pussy lips peaked between her thigh gap. I quickly wet my middle finger, and without warning, inserted it inside her.

"Jesus Christ." I whispered. "Your pussy is so small. I don't know if I'm gonna fit." I massaged her internally, gently draping over her g spot, pulling my finger out and pushing it back in. She was getting wetter, and whimpering behind the towel. I went as deep as I could go, my finger all the way inside her, and curved it, applying pressure trying to pull it out. Her ass moved backwards towards my hand, and with my other hand, I smacked my open palm on her ass. Hard. It left a large red handprint.

"Bad girl." I spoke, my voice gravel. I didn't recognize it. "Stay still."

She whimpered, then nodded.

I moved my finger in deep, pulled it out, then put it together with my ring finger and spit on them. I began easing both fingers inside her as she moaned. 

"Oh shit." I marveled at the tightness of her. "We're not even close yet."

I manipulated both fingers inside her, maneuvering around her vaginal walls, working her open. When I was satisfied, I pulled them out and combined my ring, middle, and pointer finger together. I dragged them up and down her slit, then put pressure at her entrance.

She immediately began squealing through the towel.

"Shh." I whispered. "Relax."

She relaxed slightly, and slowly I pushed my fingers into her. I spit on them several times, and after a few moments of pushing in, pulling back, and pushing in, I was stopped at the middle knuckles of my fingers.

I moved my thumb downwards, and thankfully was able to reach her clit. It was wet, and I rubbed it gently before squeezing it hard towards my other fingers. Her ass clenched around my hand, and all three fingers slid into her to the base of my hand as she bit into the towel and screamed.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and pressed with all fingers into her g spot, and her legs began quivering. 

"Now this." I said, my voice low. "This is almost my size." 

Her head snapped backwards and she looked at me, incredulous. I nodded, and worked my fingers inside of her. Within seconds I found her rhythm and she began cumming, moaning into the towel, and creaming all over my fingers. After she recovered, her legs shaking, I slowly pulled my fingers out of her. I stood her up, pulled her standing, pulled the towel away, and shoved my fingers into her mouth. She eagerly devoured her cum, then looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Did I do good Daddy?" She asked cutely.

"Yes you did." I replied. "Now I'll ask again: yes or no?"

"Yes." She said, hesitantly. "But what-"

"I'm done." I stated. "I'm done waiting. If you're quiet, we won't have to use the towel."

Her eyes widened and her thighs squeezed together in anticipation. I pulled down my shorts and sat on the bench, setting the towel next to me. I spread my legs and my cock stood straight up. Kiya looked at it, her mouth open, her eyes as large as dinner plates. I grabbed her, spun her around, kept her legs together, and sat her on my lap. She put her hands on my knees and forced her pussy against my cock. She was soaked, and she slid up and down on me, relishing my thickness.

"Do you think it will fit?" She whispered.

"I'll make it fit." 

Her ass squished on my thighs with my cock poking out of her crack was a sight to behold. I pushed her up and angled my dick towards her entrance. She sat on me slowly, the tip disappeared inside her and she yelped.

She sat, frozen in place, shocked I was finally inside her. I slowly applied pressure downwards, gripping her hips tight. 

"Oh. My. Gooooooooddd." She moaned from her soul. "It's stretching me, fuuuuuckk."

Her lips enveloped me and I saw her sink onto me and stop halfway. She was squeezing me tighter than a fist, almost making my dick go numb.

"My dildo wasn't big enough." She whimpered.

"It's okay." I leaned forward and kissed her back. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up, watching her lips grip my cock. I slowly set her back down, then moved her up and down on me in rhythm. Her cream began to lather me, and inch by inch I was able to coax her to sit all the way down. She sat on my lap, my cock completely inside her. 

"It- it's so big." She whispered. "I can't- It's- all inside- I can't- I stretched to fit all of it." She was vibrating, visibly on the verge of orgasm.

"Of course. I'm going to fuck you, but I'm going to be gentle." I whispered low. "I think you're going to need the towel, though."

She nodded, and I handed it to her. As she put it in her mouth, I grabbed her hips and lifted her up, only an inch, then pressed her back down. She moaned gutturally into the towel. Her pussy gripped, her body shaked, and her second orgasm of the night rolled through her.

I sat her down on me over and over, listening to her moans and watching her cream collect at the base of my shaft, where her pussy settled after every pump. She became louder, squeezed me tighter, and she couldn't stop convulsing. She spit out the towel.

"I'm cumming Daddy oh fuuuuck." She whispered. "I love your dick. I love your dick so much."

Something inside my head snapped.

I grabbed her arms by the elbows and cinched them behind her back and she cried out in pain. I stood up and held her bent over by her arms and slid my cock out of her, then slammed back inside. She screamed out and quivered. I started to fuck her with my entire length, punishing her with my cock.

"Oh- oh- fu- uk- I'm- cu- um- ing- ing- Da- aa- ddy- yy-" She cried. I lost count of how many times she came.

I watched my cock disappear inside of her over and over, then saw her cream collect rapidly over it.

"I'm leaking!" She shrieked, her voice an octave higher. "It's- it's- it's spilling on the flo- oor-"

Her cream had begun to flow freely, dripping on my shoes and the gym linoleum floor. I started increasing my pace, feeling my cum well inside me. I was animalistic, consumed by the need to consume her. She was the object of my carnal desire, and I was relentless in my quest to fuck her in half.

Her head fell down, her body limp, and I supported her entire weight, my fucking the only thing keeping her upright. She mumbled in a low voice, barely coherent. 

What is she saying?

"Iloveyourdickiloveyourdickilove-"

"I'm going to cum. I can't stop." I growled, desperate for release. I fucked her harder and harder, forcing my weight into her ass, pounding her body outwards, then yanking her back onto me with every thrust.

"BREED ME DADDY." She screamed at the top of her lungs with the last of her energy. "FUCK YOUR CUM INTO ME-"

I exploded inside of her, my cum penetrating the vacuum of her womb as her pussy spasmed, drawing my cum in further as I fucked it deeper.

"Oh fuck." She whimpered, barely conscious. I pumped myself into her slowly until I was content that my cum had filled her completely.

I released her arms one by one, and held her in an embrace as my dick became smaller. I pulled out of her and miraculously, she kept all of my cum inside her, squeezing her legs together. 

Just then, we heard the gym door chime.