Impregnation

“Where are we going?” her eyes, set like star sapphires in the soft pale of her face sparkle as she asks a question she already knows the answer to. The accent makes me swallow.

I squeeze her hand a little and pull her into the elevator. “I have a room, Kitten. We’re going there.”

The doors slide shut. My heart is already beating, cock already hardening, anticipating, ready to-

There is a sickening lurch, a loud reverberating clang and a series of creaks. The lights flicker for a second in the stunned silence.

“Well.” She says after a while. “That was unexpected.”

I pick up the emergency handset and wait for a few short buzzes.

“Hello, you’ve reached the Maintenance Desk. Can I help you?”

“G’day, we’re stuck in an elevator.” Keep it simple, I think.

“Again??”

“What?”

“Oh... nothing.. look, it’s probably nothing dangerous, the emergency braking system is a bit touchy and it’s just clamped down. You’re not going to fall.”

“Okay, so can you just.. switch the lift back on?”

. Normally this would frustrate me, but I sense opportunity.

“We have an hour, Kitten.” I take my coat off and throw it into the corner, kick off my shoes. “We’re going to have to do something to occupy ourselves. Come over here, please.”

Her eyes sparkle again as she steps closer. I take off my belt and loop it around her hands, binding them to the long handrail that runs the back of the lift. She is bending forward, looking into the mirrored backing that runs the sides of the lift, copies of her bending forward seen from every angle, stretching off forever. I step behind her and lift her skirt, exposing her bare buttocks. I smile - she remembered my request.

I spank her lightly before I drop my pants and my aching cock springs free.

“Spread your legs, Kitten.”

The shaven peach of her cunt splits a little, and a few droplets fall onto the floor of the elevator. My cock - aching in throbs, I’m so excited - rubs slowly back and forth in the soft, wet furrow of her pussy. She rolls her hips with me, slipping and sliding against each other in the abundant wetness of her outer lips, my tip nudging her clit, her opening a burning wet kiss against the top of my shaft.

I’m lost in the thrill when Kitten begins to beg, and only then do I allow myself to sink slowly, inch by veined inch into the core of her. She engulfs me in heat and I moan, long and deep. I begin to smoothly pump, dragging from side to side.

“please... rub my clit...”

My fingers trace and tickle slowly around, tug gently at her outer lips and finally settle into a rhythm on Kitten’s clit. She’s muttering for me to fuck her, fuck her deep, fuck her over and over, more, harder, deeper... fuck yes, more, more, more..

Her orgasm takes us both by suprise, a sudden tumbling screamer that clamps her sizzling cunt down around my cock and makes her back arch over and over, her hair flying. The erotic delight of seeing her lost in her moment is more than my cock can handle and I grip her hips, grinding against her, pushing as deep as I can as I explode in strong, hard jets of come against the back of her pussy.

...

I said Please Baby, Please Baby

Please understand

I’m in love with another man

but what he couldn’t give me was the one little thing that you can...

First comes the blindfold. Then the first handcuff.

I enclose the handcuff around your second wrist as you feel me trail kisses down your chest, across your stiffening nipple, down to taste your dripping virgin cunt, my fingers trailing down to cup and squeeze your breasts as my tongue flickers over your clit. Moaning, grinding my face, you fall into an orgasm that makes you itch inside for cock... but your hands are bound, and you cannot lift me by the hair, so instead you writhe, writhe and plead to feel the length of me inside you.

When you feel the head of my cock gently teasing your soft inner lips you whimper in anticipation - I ease my cock in by degrees, gently stretching you, allowing you to feel my thickness before I push deep enough to touch the barrier of your virginity. Your voice is hoarse as you beg me to continue...

“The Great Wall of Vagina”, by Jamie McCartney.

There is no such thing as a “perfect” vulva. There is a tremendous variation in the shape and size of women’s vaginal lips, clitoris and vaginal opening in the real world, away from carefully airbrushed images of models with neat tiny clefts. Labiaplasty is as terrible an idea as every woman getting plastic surgery to make their faces look the same.