CHAPTER 7:BLACKMAIL BREEDING PT 5

Rebecca drove to Marcus’s apartment on a Tuesday morning. She had told her husband she was meeting a friend for coffee. The lie slipped out easily now. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she parked. She walked up to his door with quick steps. Marcus opened it before she could knock. He pulled her inside and locked the door.

“Strip,” he said right away.

Rebecca pulled off her blouse and skirt. She stood in just her bra and panties. Marcus stepped close. His fingers traced down her stomach. He unhooked her bra and let it fall. Then he slid her panties down her legs. His hand cupped her pussy. She was already wet.

“You’re getting better at lying to him,” Marcus said. He pushed two fingers inside her. Rebecca gasped at the sudden stretch. Her walls clenched around his fingers. He pumped them slowly, curling to hit her sensitive spot. “Tell me why you came today.”

“I needed your cock,” Rebecca answered. Her voice was breathy. “I’ve been thinking about it all morning.”

Marcus smiled. He took off his belt and wrapped it around her wrists. He pulled her arms behind her back and fastened the belt tight. The leather pressed into her skin. He led her to the living room couch. Rebecca knelt on the cushions. Marcus freed his thick cock. It stood hard in front of her face.

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“Please fuck me,” Rebecca said. She looked up at him. “I want your load deep inside. Breed me today.”

Marcus grabbed her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked eagerly. Her tongue swirled around the head. Salty precum coated her tongue. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat. Rebecca gagged slightly but kept going. Wet slurping sounds filled the room. Marcus groaned and fucked her face for several minutes.

He pulled out and bent her over the arm of the couch. With her wrists still bound, he spread her legs. His cock rubbed along her slick folds. Then he thrust in hard. Rebecca moaned loud. The fullness made her toes curl. Marcus pounded into her from behind. Each stroke made her breasts swing. The sound of his hips slapping her ass echoed.

“Film this,” he said. He grabbed his phone and started recording. The camera light blinked. “Tell the camera how much you love being my breeding toy.”

“I love it,” Rebecca panted. Her pussy squeezed around his cock. “I crave your cum every day. My husband doesn’t know how much I need this.”

Marcus fucked her faster. Sweat slicked their bodies. The leather belt held her wrists firm. Pleasure built quickly. Rebecca came first. Her walls pulsed hard around him. Marcus kept thrusting through it. He buried himself deep and released. Hot cum flooded her pussy. He held her there, pumping every drop inside.

He untied her wrists after. But the session was not over. Marcus took her to the kitchen next. He lifted her onto the counter. The marble felt cold against her bare ass. He spread her legs wide and licked her pussy. His tongue flicked her clit while his cum leaked out. Rebecca gripped his head. The wet sounds of his mouth made her blush.

“Again,” she whispered. “Please fill me again.” She begged and he loved it.

Marcus stood and slid back inside. He fucked her on the counter with steady strokes. Her juices mixed with his cum and dripped onto the surface. He pinched her nipples hard. The sharp tugs sent sparks through her body. Rebecca came a second time, moaning his name.

They moved to the bedroom after. Marcus tied her wrists to the headboard this time. He climbed between her legs and entered her slowly. The slow drag of his cock along her walls felt incredible. Rebecca arched her back. He took his time, edging her for long minutes. Each thrust made the bed creak softly.

“Beg for my load,” he said again.

“I need you to breed me,” Rebecca moaned. “Cum inside me. Make me yours completely.”

Marcus sped up. His balls slapped against her. The room smelled of sex and sweat. He reached down and rubbed her clit fast. Rebecca’s third orgasm hit hard. Her body shook. Marcus groaned and came again. More cum pumped deep into her.

By the third week, Rebecca’s body had started to change. Her breasts felt fuller and more sensitive. She tracked her cycle closely now. She knew her fertile days and craved Marcus most then. In quiet moments at home, she touched herself thinking about carrying his child. The ultimate betrayal excited her even as guilt tried to surface. She pushed the guilt away. The addiction was stronger.

She lied more often. “Running errands,” she told her husband. Or “Yoga class with the girls.” Each time she drove straight to Marcus’s apartment. The visits grew longer. The memories, stronger. Sometimes she stayed for hours.

One afternoon Marcus filmed another video. He had her on her knees in the hallway. “Look at the camera and promise you’ll keep coming back,” he said while she sucked him.

“I promise,” Rebecca said around his cock. “I’ll come whenever you want. I’m your secret breeding toy now.”

He pulled her up and fucked her against the wall. Her back pressed to the cool paint. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Marcus thrust up into her. Gravity helped him go deeper. Rebecca cried out with each stroke. Cum from earlier sessions still leaked down her thighs. He added another load before they finished.

By the end of the month, Rebecca was fully ensnared. She kept the perfect housewife smile at home. She cooked dinner, helped the kids with homework, and kissed her husband goodnight. But inside, she belonged to Marcus.

The final intense encounter happened on a Friday. Rebecca told her husband she had a full day of shopping. She arrived at Marcus’s apartment before noon. He greeted her with a deep kiss. His hands roamed her body immediately.

“Today I’m claiming every room,” he said.

They started in the entryway. Marcus pushed her against the door and took her standing. His cock slid in easily because she was soaked. Rebecca wrapped her arms around his neck. He fucked her hard. The door rattled with each thrust. She came quickly, biting his shoulder to muffle her sounds.

In the living room he bent her over the couch again. This time he used his belt on her ass lightly. The sting mixed with pleasure. Marcus recorded it all. “Tell me you want my baby,” he demanded.

“I want your baby,” Rebecca gasped. “Breed me. Fill me until it takes.”

He came inside her once more. The warm rush made her shiver.

They moved to the kitchen. Marcus sat on a chair and pulled her onto his lap facing away. She rode him reverse. Her hands braced on the table. The angle let him hit deep. Rebecca bounced faster. Sweat ran down her back. Marcus reached around and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her pussy gripping him tight. He followed, pumping more cum into her already full womb.

In the bathroom he took her in the shower. Hot water cascaded over them. Marcus pressed her against the tile wall. He fucked her from behind while the water made everything slick. Soap ran down their bodies. Rebecca’s moans echoed off the walls. He filled her again under the spray.

The bedroom was last. Marcus tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. She lay spread open for him. He teased her with his tongue first. Long licks along her swollen pussy. He sucked her clit until she begged. Then he climbed on top and drove in deep.

“Promise me you’ll obey even if your husband gets suspicious,” Marcus said. He thrust slow and hard.

“I promise,” Rebecca moaned. “I’ll keep lying. I’ll keep coming to you. Use me whenever you want.”

Marcus fucked her through four more orgasms. Her body trembled each time. The sheets were soaked with their juices. Finally he buried himself to the hilt and came. The last load felt especially thick. It overflowed and ran down her ass.

They rested for a while. Marcus untied her and stroked her hair. “You’re mine now, Rebecca. Completely.”

She nodded. Her body glowed with satisfaction. Every muscle felt used and relaxed. Her pussy throbbed pleasantly, full of his cum. She dressed slowly. Some of it leaked into her panties as she stood.

Rebecca drove home later that afternoon. She stopped at a store briefly to buy a few things as cover. When she walked through the door, her husband greeted her with a hug. She smiled calmly at him. The practiced smile felt natural now.

“How was shopping?” he asked.

“Good,” she replied. “Found some nice things.” Inside her, Marcus’s cum continued to drip slowly. The feeling kept her aroused even as she sat down for dinner with her family.

That night in bed, her husband reached for her. Rebecca let him. But her mind was on Marcus. She faked her pleasure while thinking of the rough claiming earlier. Her double life felt complete. Loyal wife on the outside. Marcus’s eager breeding toy on the inside. The danger thrilled her. The constant creampies satisfied something deep in her body. She had accepted it fully.

The next weeks followed the same pattern. Rebecca lied smoothly. She visited Marcus often. Each session involved new ways for him to control her. More videos were made. More promises were spoken on camera. Her body stayed sensitive and ready. She tracked every fertile day with excitement now.

One morning she touched her stomach in the mirror. The fantasy of swelling with Marcus’s child sent heat between her legs. She texted him right away. “I’m coming over today. I need you to breed me again.”

Marcus replied quickly with instructions. Rebecca smiled as she got ready. The perfect housewife facade stayed intact. Underneath, the addiction burned hotter than ever. She was his whenever he demanded it.