The Breeding Contract

“Can’t get enough of that cock, can you Kathy?” Annette’s voice dripped with malice, each word burning like acid as it reached Kathy’s ears and pierced her haze of pleasure. The faint scent of stale coffee mingled with he sharp tang of sex, making her transgression feel even more inescapable.

Greg didn’t even slow down, his grip on her waist tightening as his slid into her, the smooth skin of his shaft gliding against her slick folds, sending pulses of pleasure through her. Fuck, but it just felt so good! She looked up at Annette, throat tight, words catching, even ash her hips betrayed her, pushing back for more.

Annette’s lips curved in a sneering smirk, her eyes hard and cold, but there was no anger on her face. Kathy tried to focus, to process what she was seeing, but Greg slammed his cock deep into her, forcing a grunting groan from her mouth. She let her head fall forward, cheek resting on the cool wood of her office desk.

Greg’s fingers dug into her waist and she could feel the hunger in every thrust. His rock hard cock pounding into her, stretching her pussy lips, fucking her senseless just like he’d done every time since this started. Her body tensed at the feel of Annette’s fingers in her hair. Her ears rang with the sound of Greg’s ragged breathing, her own panting a counterpoint to the creaking of the desk beneath her.

“Did you think I didn’t know Kathy?” Annette’s hand was gentle, stroking, her voice soft and amused. “Who do you think told Greg to seduce you? I knew you couldn’t resist my young, stud, boyfriend.” Greg punctuated that with another thrust that made Kathy’s eyes roll up in her head. “It’s been a while Kathy, hasn’t it? Since Dave left you. And I bet he never fucked you like this did he?”

Kathy shook her head, her mind a frantic bird trapped in a cage, beating against the bars of pleasure and fear, unable to form a coherent thought. Her breath caught in her throat as Greg pulled out, the sudden emptiness making her feel hollow and aching. Her hips and ass pushed back, trying to find him again. There… his cock head rubbing against her slick, wet, lips. The raw, slick friction of bare skin against bare skin sent a jolt of alarm through her, even has her body pulsed with need.