A Suprise Capt Feg
I have made a terrible mistake. Richard, my husband, is one of three partners in a small accountancy business. He and his partners spend a weekend each quarter on an "Away Day", talking business and developments away from the distractions of home and office. Being unadventurous and risk-averse (typical accountants really), they always have fixed weekends, go to the same hotel, and even use the same rooms for each Away Day. I had accompanied him once or twice, but found that they were all too engrossed in their work to notice me. Having walked around the small town, and exhausted the hotel facilities within the first day, there was nothing else to do. I teased Richard about their accountants predictability and lack of excitement, and stopped going along.
Then we decided to have children. I got pretty broody and sexually demanding. We tried repeatedly, without success. Eventually we both underwent medical tests, and Richard was found to have a low sperm count.
About six months ago I calculated that I would be ovulating on the Away Day weekend. I didn't mind him being away - even if he filled me up to the ears with spunk, the chances of me falling pregnant were small. However as the first day, a Saturday, progressed I became increasingly broody, and felt more and more driven by the need to breed. I decided that I would travel to the hotel and suprise Richard.
The hotel was a couple of hours away. I set off mid evening with the plan of slipping into Richard's bed just before he went to bed (him being a creature of habit, usually at 11.30 on the dot). Under my everyday outer clothes I wore my "slutpack", as I thought of the black lace peephole bra, crotchless panties, suspender belt and stockings which Richard found irresistible. As I drove along I fantasised idley about what would happen to me if I had a crash, and the ambulance men found that I was wearing slut underwear as they examined me for injury. By journey's end I was pretty hot at the thought of all the life-giving injections the hunky medics would have given me.
At the hotel I recognised the Receptionist and she recognised me. We exchanged pleasantries. She had just come on duty after a week's holiday, so was feeling out of touch with the place. She noted the other key was out and gave me the second key to "the usual room".
I made my way there, let myself in and slipped out of my dress. Wanting the suprise to be complete I threw the fuse to isolate the room lights. Hopefully Richard would not see my body in his bed in the dark. I slid straight between the sheets.
I lay quietly in the pitch dark for some time, head under the duvet, anticipating the pleasure to come. I could feel the stickiness of ovulation and expectation between my legs.
Looking at the luminous dial of my watch at 11.50, I wondered why Richard was so late. Then a key turned in the door. I heard the door close and the click of the light switch. Several more clicks followed. A short period of several seconds then the rustle of clothes being removed at the bed side.
A cold draft as the cover was lifted and the bed sagged at the weight. I heard a sigh as he stretched to fill the bed. A hand brushed me and stopped dead. I sensed the electric shock of suprise. Warily the hand felt again, touching my breast and discovering my nipple poking through it's peephole. The lone hand then went walking. It explored each breast in turn, nipping and tweaking my nipples. It travelled my stomach, the reflex of contact making me catch my breath. It traced the line of a suspender down to a stocking top and luxuriated for a while on the different texture from silky stocking to soft skin. The hand then traced it's way to my groin. I undulated my cunt to meet his hand, opening my legs for him.
A finger slowly and carefully explored me before tunnelling into me. Wow, Richard was on form tonight. He didn't usually pay this much attention to his foreplay.
The covers were disturbed. I felt him climb over me, I smelt his penis. Then his tongue licked my clitoris. It was my turn to feel electrified. Richard wasn't too keen on oral sex, and only participated with reluctance.
His arm snaked between our bodies and took hold of his penis and put it's tip to my lips. I opened my mouth and it slid in. A spasm of terrified panic gripped me. I felt winded. This penis was circumcised. Richard was not circumcised. This was not Richard. My immediate response was to writhe to try to escape the embrace.
But my head was trapped between his legs and knees and the bed. My legs were locked open by his head. I could not remove the penis from my mouth, I could not escape the tongue on my clitoris. In addition, my writhing was having the opposite effect to that which I wanted. My unknown ravisher was getting the impression that I was heating up, and redoubling his own efforts. This had precisely the same effect on me. Blind panic was slowly being diluted by his tongue. Over the next few minutes the urgency to escape was gradually replaced with the rapidly increasing need for my clitoris to orgasm.
This was matched by the penis, still in my mouth. gradually but certainly the engorged head expanded. It moved a little in my mouth, but I did not allow my tongue to touch it, lest it excite it and ejaculate in me. I did not want to show any encouragement to it or its owner.
My orgasm exploded. Shock waves rippled through my body. The power of it swamped my consciousness, and my mind lost all sense of time, space and control for the several seconds of it's duration.
When I regained my senses my ravisher had turned round on me. His lips were on mine, with the strong tangy taste and smell of my cunt on them. I could still not make out who my assailant was. I felt a well-proportioned body pressing me to the bed, with large, lean muscles which rippled against the softness of my breasts, belly and inner thighs. I was enjoying the sensations, but terrified that my naked body was open to him and fertile, ready to be seeded. I wanted out, but was too scared to make a scene, in case his gentleness was replaced by force.
His weight on me, I felt his penis at the lips of my cunt. Desperately I writhed from side to side in an effort to evade entry. To no avail. His penis entered me, its warm, soft hardness driving me wild with conflicting emotions. I was pinned to the bed and fucked. His tongue in my mouth, his penis in my cunt. Helpless as he moved in and out. Each thrust a reprieve from ejaculation, but each brought it inevitabley a stroke closer. All my senses were alert. I felt a slight change in his rhythm. He stiffened, his glans swelled, and lunged down into me. At his deepest penetration he groaned. I felt the first injection of his seed into me.
Crying aloud for the first time, I attempted to claw myself up the bed out of his reach, away from the danger of his spewing penis. But he wrapped his hands over my shoulders and pulled me down even deeper onto him. I counted each lunge, felt each injection of sperm at the deepest part of my cunt. Even through my terror I felt both the satisfaction of his satisfaction, and the deeper, primal satisfaction of having been coupled and bred.
Both exhausted, we lay entwined for some minutes. I felt spasmodic twitches from the penis inside me as it ejected the last remnants of it's sperm in me. Then wordlessly he climbed off and groped away from the bed and into the bathroom. I heard a long noisy stream of urine. Using the noise as cover I leapt from the bed, clasped my coat and shoes and quietly but quickly exited the room, leaving my dress behind, but relieved to be out of the room.
Thankfully there was no-one in the corridor, I donned my coat and shoes and raced for the safety of my car, then home.
Richard arrived home later the next day. Due to some last minute hitches with one of the partners, they had changed hotels. Richard had tried to phone me to let me know, but I had not answered. I dare not tell him of my plan and it's backfiring on me.
I missed my period. A pregnancy test has confirmed that I am pregnant. Richard found the test kit and asked why I had it. confused, I blurted out that I was pregnant. He was over the moon, phoning ****** and friends, and telling anyone who would listen that we were going to have a baby.
I telephoned the hotel, pretending to be a company rep, looking for a client. On the night of my insemination the room had been occupied by a Mr Odeku, an Ethiopian on a business trip. He reported that he found the hotel and it's services exceptional. He had left a parcel at reception, but he did not know who would collect it. I asked that it be forwarded to a discrete female friend. Inside was my dress and a piece of native gold jewellery. A short note thanked "room service for the best night of [his] life". Richard is treating me like royalty. I am afraid that the baby will not be white. But I have tried for so long for a baby that I cannot face an abortion.
I dare not tell Richard. I guess he is going to find out in the delivery room.
I have made a terrible mistake. Richard, my husband, is one of three partners in a small accountancy business. He and his partners spend a weekend each quarter on an "Away Day", talking business and developments away from the distractions of home and office. Being unadventurous and risk-averse (typical accountants really), they always have fixed weekends, go to the same hotel, and even use the same rooms for each Away Day. I had accompanied him once or twice, but found that they were all too engrossed in their work to notice me. Having walked around the small town, and exhausted the hotel facilities within the first day, there was nothing else to do. I teased Richard about their accountants predictability and lack of excitement, and stopped going along.
Then we decided to have children. I got pretty broody and sexually demanding. We tried repeatedly, without success. Eventually we both underwent medical tests, and Richard was found to have a low sperm count.
About six months ago I calculated that I would be ovulating on the Away Day weekend. I didn't mind him being away - even if he filled me up to the ears with spunk, the chances of me falling pregnant were small. However as the first day, a Saturday, progressed I became increasingly broody, and felt more and more driven by the need to breed. I decided that I would travel to the hotel and suprise Richard.
The hotel was a couple of hours away. I set off mid evening with the plan of slipping into Richard's bed just before he went to bed (him being a creature of habit, usually at 11.30 on the dot). Under my everyday outer clothes I wore my "slutpack", as I thought of the black lace peephole bra, crotchless panties, suspender belt and stockings which Richard found irresistible. As I drove along I fantasised idley about what would happen to me if I had a crash, and the ambulance men found that I was wearing slut underwear as they examined me for injury. By journey's end I was pretty hot at the thought of all the life-giving injections the hunky medics would have given me.
At the hotel I recognised the Receptionist and she recognised me. We exchanged pleasantries. She had just come on duty after a week's holiday, so was feeling out of touch with the place. She noted the other key was out and gave me the second key to "the usual room".
I made my way there, let myself in and slipped out of my dress. Wanting the suprise to be complete I threw the fuse to isolate the room lights. Hopefully Richard would not see my body in his bed in the dark. I slid straight between the sheets.
I lay quietly in the pitch dark for some time, head under the duvet, anticipating the pleasure to come. I could feel the stickiness of ovulation and expectation between my legs.
Looking at the luminous dial of my watch at 11.50, I wondered why Richard was so late. Then a key turned in the door. I heard the door close and the click of the light switch. Several more clicks followed. A short period of several seconds then the rustle of clothes being removed at the bed side.
A cold draft as the cover was lifted and the bed sagged at the weight. I heard a sigh as he stretched to fill the bed. A hand brushed me and stopped dead. I sensed the electric shock of suprise. Warily the hand felt again, touching my breast and discovering my nipple poking through it's peephole. The lone hand then went walking. It explored each breast in turn, nipping and tweaking my nipples. It travelled my stomach, the reflex of contact making me catch my breath. It traced the line of a suspender down to a stocking top and luxuriated for a while on the different texture from silky stocking to soft skin. The hand then traced it's way to my groin. I undulated my cunt to meet his hand, opening my legs for him.
A finger slowly and carefully explored me before tunnelling into me. Wow, Richard was on form tonight. He didn't usually pay this much attention to his foreplay.
The covers were disturbed. I felt him climb over me, I smelt his penis. Then his tongue licked my clitoris. It was my turn to feel electrified. Richard wasn't too keen on oral sex, and only participated with reluctance.
His arm snaked between our bodies and took hold of his penis and put it's tip to my lips. I opened my mouth and it slid in. A spasm of terrified panic gripped me. I felt winded. This penis was circumcised. Richard was not circumcised. This was not Richard. My immediate response was to writhe to try to escape the embrace.
But my head was trapped between his legs and knees and the bed. My legs were locked open by his head. I could not remove the penis from my mouth, I could not escape the tongue on my clitoris. In addition, my writhing was having the opposite effect to that which I wanted. My unknown ravisher was getting the impression that I was heating up, and redoubling his own efforts. This had precisely the same effect on me. Blind panic was slowly being diluted by his tongue. Over the next few minutes the urgency to escape was gradually replaced with the rapidly increasing need for my clitoris to orgasm.
This was matched by the penis, still in my mouth. gradually but certainly the engorged head expanded. It moved a little in my mouth, but I did not allow my tongue to touch it, lest it excite it and ejaculate in me. I did not want to show any encouragement to it or its owner.
My orgasm exploded. Shock waves rippled through my body. The power of it swamped my consciousness, and my mind lost all sense of time, space and control for the several seconds of it's duration.
When I regained my senses my ravisher had turned round on me. His lips were on mine, with the strong tangy taste and smell of my cunt on them. I could still not make out who my assailant was. I felt a well-proportioned body pressing me to the bed, with large, lean muscles which rippled against the softness of my breasts, belly and inner thighs. I was enjoying the sensations, but terrified that my naked body was open to him and fertile, ready to be seeded. I wanted out, but was too scared to make a scene, in case his gentleness was replaced by force.
His weight on me, I felt his penis at the lips of my cunt. Desperately I writhed from side to side in an effort to evade entry. To no avail. His penis entered me, its warm, soft hardness driving me wild with conflicting emotions. I was pinned to the bed and fucked. His tongue in my mouth, his penis in my cunt. Helpless as he moved in and out. Each thrust a reprieve from ejaculation, but each brought it inevitabley a stroke closer. All my senses were alert. I felt a slight change in his rhythm. He stiffened, his glans swelled, and lunged down into me. At his deepest penetration he groaned. I felt the first injection of his seed into me.
Crying aloud for the first time, I attempted to claw myself up the bed out of his reach, away from the danger of his spewing penis. But he wrapped his hands over my shoulders and pulled me down even deeper onto him. I counted each lunge, felt each injection of sperm at the deepest part of my cunt. Even through my terror I felt both the satisfaction of his satisfaction, and the deeper, primal satisfaction of having been coupled and bred.
Both exhausted, we lay entwined for some minutes. I felt spasmodic twitches from the penis inside me as it ejected the last remnants of it's sperm in me. Then wordlessly he climbed off and groped away from the bed and into the bathroom. I heard a long noisy stream of urine. Using the noise as cover I leapt from the bed, clasped my coat and shoes and quietly but quickly exited the room, leaving my dress behind, but relieved to be out of the room.
Thankfully there was no-one in the corridor, I donned my coat and shoes and raced for the safety of my car, then home.
Richard arrived home later the next day. Due to some last minute hitches with one of the partners, they had changed hotels. Richard had tried to phone me to let me know, but I had not answered. I dare not tell him of my plan and it's backfiring on me.
I missed my period. A pregnancy test has confirmed that I am pregnant. Richard found the test kit and asked why I had it. confused, I blurted out that I was pregnant. He was over the moon, phoning ****** and friends, and telling anyone who would listen that we were going to have a baby.
I telephoned the hotel, pretending to be a company rep, looking for a client. On the night of my insemination the room had been occupied by a Mr Odeku, an Ethiopian on a business trip. He reported that he found the hotel and it's services exceptional. He had left a parcel at reception, but he did not know who would collect it. I asked that it be forwarded to a discrete female friend. Inside was my dress and a piece of native gold jewellery. A short note thanked "room service for the best night of [his] life". Richard is treating me like royalty. I am afraid that the baby will not be white. But I have tried for so long for a baby that I cannot face an abortion.
I dare not tell Richard. I guess he is going to find out in the delivery room.
