CHAPTER 6:BLACKMAIL BREEDING PT 4

Within a week, the encounters became daily. Marcus would text Rebecca in the morning with instructions. One message told her to wear a short sundress with no panties. Another demanded she wait on all fours in the bedroom, something that sounded crazy but hot at the same time. She read each text with a mix of dread and excitement. Her hands shook as she followed the orders.

Marcus arrived one afternoon while the kids were at school. He found her in the kitchen. She stood at the counter chopping vegetables for dinner. He stepped behind her without a word and lifted the hem of her dress. His hands gripped her hips hard. Rebecca gasped as his thick cock pressed against her entrance. She was already wet from waiting. What’s holding her from getting even more wet, you’d wonder.

"Bend over," he ordered.

She leaned forward and gripped the edge of the counter. If she were any stronger, it would have broken under her weight. The cool granite felt sharp under her fingers. Marcus pushed inside her in one thrust. Her pussy stretched around his girth. He started pounding her relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen. Rebecca bit her lip to stay quiet. Each deep stroke sent jolts of pleasure through her body. His balls smacked against her clit with every thrust.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Marcus groaned. He reached around and rubbed her clit. "This tight cunt is mine now."

Rebecca moaned softly. She was enjoying this more than she could let on. Her juices coated his cock and dripped down her thighs. The smell of sex mixed with the onions on the cutting board. A moment that can’t be explained, only felt. How could she explain how she gets so wet even before he fucks her? Or the sound of her ass as it recoils on his cock. 

She gripped the counter tighter as he fucked her harder. Her breasts bounced inside her dress. He looses it slowly as her breasts dangles helplessly. Marcus slapped her ass lightly, then harder. The sting made her clench around him.

"Please," she whispered. "Don't stop."

“You have little faith in me, sweetheart. This is just a warm-up.” Marcus says with a smile.

He did not stop. He drove into her faster. Rebecca's legs trembled. Her orgasm hit suddenly. Her walls pulsed around his cock. Marcus kept thrusting through it. Finally he buried himself deep and came. Hot cum flooded her pussy. He held her there, pumping every drop inside. "That's it. Take my seed," he said.

He pulled out slowly. Cum leaked down her leg as he zipped up. Rebecca stayed bent over, breathing hard. She felt full and claimed. Marcus kissed her neck once, then left. She cleaned up quickly before her family came home.

The next day, Marcus texted again. He wanted the living room couch. Rebecca waited there after lunch. Her heart raced when she heard his key in the door. He walked in and smiled at her.

"Strip down to your bra," he said.

She pulled off her shirt and pants. Marcus sat on the couch and patted his lap. Rebecca straddled him. His cock was already hard. She sank down onto it slowly. The stretch felt perfect. She started riding him. Slowly, building momentum.

"Tell me how much you need this," Marcus demanded. He held her hips and guided her movements.

Rebecca's cheeks burned. "I need your cock," she said. Her voice was shaky. "It's so much bigger than my husband's. It fills me up completely. Not to mention of how it gets fucking hard for me”

Marcus thrust up into her. "Louder. Compare them."

"I need your thick cock," she moaned louder. "My husband's is smaller. It doesn't reach deep like yours. I crave you stretching me every day." All while she was pushing up on him. Her bra rubbing against his chest—steady and soothing. Her eyes holds his while riding him.

Her words made him fuck her harder. The couch creaked under them. Rebecca's tits bounced in her bra. Marcus pulled the cups down and sucked on one nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud. Pleasure shot straight to her core. She ground her clit against his pelvis with every bounce.

"That's my good slut," he growled. "Keep talking while I breed you."

"I think about your cock all the time," Rebecca gasped. "Even when I'm with him. Your cum stays inside me longer. It makes me wet for hours."

“You don't need no fucking bra when you’re with me. I own you.”

With that, Marcus flipped her onto her back on the couch. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and pounded deep. The new angle hit her g-spot perfectly. Rebecca covered her mouth to muffle her cries. Her second orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy squeezed him tight. Marcus groaned and emptied himself inside her again. Thick ropes of cum painted her walls. He stayed buried deep until he finished.

Each session ended the same way. Marcus always came inside her. He whispered about breeding her every time. Rebecca's body started to crave it. Even after he left, she felt empty without his cum. In quiet moments alone, she touched herself. Her fingers rubbed her clit while she remembered his thrusts. The guilt sat heavy in her chest, but the addiction grew stronger. She hid it from everyone. 

By the weekend, Marcus wanted more risk. Her husband was home watching a big sports game on TV. The living room was loud with cheers and commentary. Marcus texted her to meet him upstairs. Rebecca's stomach flipped. She told her husband she needed to fold laundry. He barely looked up from the screen, completely immersed in it.

Marcus snuck in through the back door. He moved quietly up the stairs. Rebecca waited in the guest bathroom. He closed the door behind him and locked it. His hands were on her immediately. He pushed her against the sink and kissed her hard. His tongue invaded her mouth. Rebecca tasted mint on his breath.

"Stay quiet," he warned. He spun her around to face the mirror. Her husband was just downstairs. The TV noise drifted up faintly.

Marcus yanked her pants down. He freed his cock and rubbed the head along her wet slit. Rebecca gripped the sink edge. He pushed inside in one smooth motion. She moaned softly. He covered her mouth with one hand. His other hand held her hip as he started fucking her standing up.

“Tell me you missed my cock.” He spanks her ass. 

“I—“ Marcus goes deeper as the words hand in her throat. 

“Fuckk. I …missed you…” he kept on going back and forth making her hiccup words. “…and your cock.”

The mirror showed everything. Rebecca watched her own face twist in pleasure. Marcus's eyes locked on hers in the reflection. He thrust deep and steady. Each stroke made her breasts jiggle. He grabbed it with one hand like a trophy he won. The risk made her pussy wetter than ever. She could hear her husband yelling at the TV below which made her more delighted. 

She was enjoying it. 

She was being fucked. 

She was being claimed. 

"Such a dirty wife," Marcus whispered against her ear. "Getting fucked by me while he sits right there."

His fingers pressed tighter over her mouth. Rebecca nodded. Her saliva wet his palm. The slap of his hips against her ass was muffled by the game noise. Pleasure built fast. Marcus reached around and fingered her clit. The dual sensation pushed her close. Her legs shook. She came hard, biting his hand to stay silent. Her pussy spasmed around his cock.

Marcus kept going. He fucked her through the orgasm. Sweat slicked their skin. The bathroom filled with the scent of sex. He pulls out but she grabs it with swiftness and stuck it in her mouth. Her tongue on the tip as she savaged the cum. 

“You’re so stingy. How could you deny me this, honey?” She giggles, mouthful of cum. His cum.

He watched her suck his cock as he grabs her head, guiding her and feeling her hair. “You’re so naughty.” 

She looks up at him, almost couldn’t let go of his cock. “Only for you.” She takes in his balls and runs her tongue on it.

Finally he groaned low and came. Cum shot deep into her. He held her tight. Some cum dripped onto the floor. Rebecca quickly wiped it up.

Marcus slipped out the back door minutes later. Rebecca fixed her clothes and went downstairs. Her legs felt weak. She smiled at her husband on the couch. He grinned back, focused on the game. She sat carefully, feeling Marcus's cum still leaking into her panties.

Later that same weekend, Marcus demanded more. He texted her to sneak out while her husband napped after the game. Rebecca's heart pounded as she drove to his apartment. This was the first time she went willingly. She knocked on his door with shaky hands.

Marcus pulled her inside and locked the door. He did not rush this time. He kissed her slowly, exploring her mouth. His hands roamed over her body. He stripped her clothes off piece by piece. Rebecca stood naked in his living room. His couch was big and soft.

"Lie down," he said. 

She stretched out on her back. Marcus knelt between her legs. He spread her thighs wide. His tongue licked along her pussy lips slowly. Rebecca moaned. The wet heat of his mouth felt incredible. He sucked on her clit gently, then harder. Two fingers slid inside her and curled. He worked her for long minutes, bringing her to the edge, then pulling back.

"Please, Marcus," she begged. "I need to cum."

"Not yet." He edged her again and again. His tongue flicked her clit while his fingers pumped slowly. Rebecca's hips bucked. Sweat covered her skin. Her nipples were hard peaks. She gripped the couch cushions tight. The edging lasted nearly an hour. Her body trembled with need. Every nerve felt alive.

Finally Marcus climbed up. He positioned his cock at her entrance. He pushed in deep. Rebecca cried out in relief. He fucked her in long, steady strokes. The couch moved slightly under them. Marcus leaned down and sucked her nipples while thrusting. The sensations overwhelmed her.

"You love this, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes," Rebecca panted. "I need your cock every day. Breed me again."

He sped up. His balls slapped against her ass. The room filled with wet sounds and their heavy breathing. Marcus changed positions. He put her on her hands and knees and took her from behind. His hand reached around to rub her clit. Rebecca came hard. Her pussy clenched around him in waves. Marcus did not stop. He kept edging her pleasure higher.

He flipped her onto her back again. This time he pinned her legs back and drove deep. His cock hit the perfect spot inside. Rebecca's eyes rolled back. Another orgasm crashed over her. Marcus groaned loudly. He buried himself to the hilt and released. Cum flooded her womb in thick spurts. He kept pumping until he was empty.

They lay together for a few minutes. Rebecca's body buzzed with satisfaction. Marcus kissed her forehead. "Good girl. My cum belongs in you."

Rebecca dressed slowly. She drove home flushed and freshly fucked. Her skin still tingled. When she walked in, her husband was awake again. He smiled at her. "Where'd you go?"

"Just ran a quick errand," she said. She smiled back warmly. Inside her panties, Marcus's cum slowly dripped down her thigh. She felt it trickle as she sat next to her husband. The secret made her pussy throb again. Guilt twisted in her gut, but the craving stayed stronger. She knew this would continue.

Over the following days, the routine settled deeper. Marcus grew even bolder with his texts. One morning he specified red lingerie under her clothes. Rebecca put it on before the kids woke up. When he arrived that afternoon, he inspected her immediately. His fingers traced the lace edges. He bent her over the kitchen table this time. The wood was hard against her stomach. He fucked her with long, powerful strokes. Rebecca gripped the table legs. Her moans were muffled against her arm.

"You look so slutty in this," Marcus said. He pulled the lingerie aside just enough to thrust inside. "Made for my cock."

Each thrust sent waves of heat through her core. Her pussy was soaked. The lace rubbed against her skin with every movement. Marcus reached under and pinched her nipples. The pain mixed with pleasure. Rebecca came quickly, her body shaking. Marcus followed soon after, filling her again. The warm flood of cum made her sigh with satisfaction.

Another evening, he took her on the couch once more. This time he made her face away from him, riding reverse cowgirl. "Talk to me," he commanded.

"I need your big cock stretching me," Rebecca said breathlessly. She bounced on him. "My husband never makes me feel this full. Your cum is what I want leaking out of me later."

Marcus slapped her ass. The sting made her ride faster. Her juices ran down his shaft. The couch fabric stuck to her knees. Pleasure built steadily. She described every dirty thought until he exploded inside her again.

Rebecca's secret touches grew more frequent. In the shower, she rubbed her clit thinking of Marcus's hands. In bed at night, while her husband slept, her fingers slipped between her legs. She imagined his voice demanding she take his seed. The orgasms came easier now, but they left her wanting the real thing.

The weekend risks repeated in her mind. The bathroom encounter replayed during quiet moments. The thrill of her husband so close made everything sharper. Marcus's cum had felt especially hot that day. At his apartment, the long edging session had broken something in her resistance. She craved the way he controlled her pleasure.

One more afternoon before the week ended, Marcus arrived early. He texted her to wait naked in the bedroom. Rebecca obeyed. When he entered, he wasted no time. He pushed her onto the bed on her stomach. He climbed over her and slid in from behind. His weight pressed her into the mattress. The deep angle made her whimper.

"So tight for me," he murmured. His breath was hot on her neck. He fucked her slow at first, savoring it. Then faster. The bed creaked. Rebecca pushed back against him. Their bodies were slick with sweat. She came twice before he filled her once more.

Each time reinforced the breeding. Marcus always made sure every drop stayed inside. Rebecca's body responded. Her periods were late now. The thought scared her, but it also sent a forbidden thrill through her. She hid everything. The smiles she gave her husband felt real on the surface. Underneath, the addiction pulled her deeper.

Marcus's demands continued daily. Texts arrived with new positions. Rebecca followed them all. The kitchen counter became a regular spot. The couch held many memories. The risky thrill never faded. Her fingers found her pussy often in private. The guilt remained, but the pleasure won every time. She was his now, one load at a time.