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The Party By: Boredsitting This story is a follow up to my debut story, The Party (Jello Shots). I'm still learning to write these types of stories, so please offer any constructive criticism if you can. I'm new to the company. Just started last week. It seems like a great place to be. Everyone is very welcoming. They smile when they greet you. How did everyone know my name so quickly? Man, it feels good to work here. It feels like I belong. They even invited me to a get- together tonight. Standing outside of the doorway of where Todd said the party would be, I wonder if I'm too early. I look at my watch - seven o'clock. Right on time. Muffled pop music thumps the door. I knock on the door. The hallway seems somewhat decadent for an apartment building. The whole building is small, but well designed. I'm sure it cost a lot to live here. Everything looks like it was there by design. It's an impressive place. I wonder if they mind the loud music. The door opens inward. A friendly face greets me. It's Todd, the manager. He greets me by name and holds his arms out for a hug. I'm not a big fan of hugs, especially from guys, but being new I don't want to cause friction. I lean into the room, and he grabs me for a bear hug. My wind is squeezed out for a moment. He really is a friendly guy, I say to myself. Letting go, he welcomes me in. Peering in, I see that everyone from the office is here. Groups of two or three clump throughout the main living room and dining/kitchen. They are all happily conversing with each other. The married couple is sitting on a sofa conversing with Dick from personnel. Poor guy, he must be teased a lot. The room is reminds me of those high-rent New York condos you see in television shows and movies. For the most part, the room is black and white. Black rugs cover a white, marble floor which leads to a white fireplace. Sofas alternate between black and white. All of the various artwork and amenities are either glossy black or white. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone want such a stark-colored room?" I chuckled at the off-chance that someone would spill a red wine in here. Todd is the manager at the company that we all work for. This must be his place. He's a big, somewhat chubby guy. We all look up to him, both physically and metaphorically. He's usually in company garb - black creased dress pants and dress shirt with a tie with a company logo on the shirt. Company man through and through. "Hey, everyone! It's the newbie," he teases as we walk into the room. Everyone turns and cheers. That is too much of a welcome, I say to myself. I wave my hand to greet everyone. Normally, I'm very reserved, and this kind of greeting is a little off-putting. Again, I don't want to create ripples with my new coworkers, so I smile and wave. "Now that everyone is here," booms Todd. He has a very loud, tenor voice. It commands attention and respect. It's one of those voices that lends people to agree with the speaker no matter the circumstance. "Let's bring out the shots!" The group of eight immediately stop their banter and gather in the middle of the room. Beau walks up quickly and greets me first. He's usually a very well-dressed guy. He looks like a cover model from of a men's magazine. Standing about the same height as me, his dark complexion makes him very attractive. I don't swing that way, but I'm sure that he has no problem convincing the ladies to compromise any code of chasteness. He puts his arm around me as we gather for the impending shots. He has his arm around the girl from marketing on his other side, too, so I don't feel too uncomfortable with his closeness. These people seem really touchy-friendly. Todd returns from the kitchen with a silver plate lined with eight yellow Jello shots in decorative metal shot classes. Due to his towering height over everyone, he easily reaches over our heads to allow us to grab a shot from the middle of the circle. Titters and laughter surrounds me as I'm in the middle of the circle. I reach over the same time as Beau. Being nice, I allow him to reach for his first. He saw what I was doing, and grabbed two shots - one for each of us. I share my appreciation, and turn to look at Todd. "I say let's have a great time tonight and go wherever the shots take us," he bellows. "Hear, hear!" someone agrees from behind me. We all raise our shot in the air towards the middle of the group, tilt our heads back, and dump the contents of the little metal shot glasses down our throats. A single tick of what seems like surround sound gulping, and another round of cheers. The electricity in the room is addictive, and I'm also cheering with my newly-found friends. For the next hour or so, we continue to visit throughout the apartment. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. I'm truly enjoying myself, too. These people are the best people around. I'm so thankful to stumble upon this group of coworkers. "Alright, everyone." Todd again calls for attention in the middle of the black and white room. "As you know I've been working on a new technology. Such a technology that will help countless people and, most importantly, bring us a lot of money." Todd seems to slur a little hinting that he may have had a little too much to drink. The crowd cheered when he mentioned money. I honestly have no idea what he is talking about. I was brought into the company to work in their computers and network, so the details of their product hadn't been a priority for me. If we make more money, then I'm all for the company goal. Yay, money! "I've been toying with the new technology recently to see how far it can be applied. I'm sure you will all appreciate my little experiment tonight," he exclaims. This party seems to be getting more and more fun. I wasn't expecting a tech demo tonight, but I'm still unsure about what exactly we do as a company. He holds up a stack of name tags from the office. They gleam in the light of the room. The name tags are covered with electrical tape covering the name with our company logo proudly emblazoned on a side. He hands each of us a tag, but demands that we do not look underneath the tape. "Our new technology is so strong that it will change a person with only a simple written command. Imagine what we can do when a person can be completely changed with only a simple command from a cue card," he states proudly. His face glows with a grin. I'm a little creeped out by what he's saying. What does he mean by that? Looking around, everyone else must be aware of the technology because they are nodding their heads in agreement. Maybe I should have paid more attention to the goings on at the office. I definitely will after tonight. Todd is still lecturing. He almost looks like a bad guy in a movie prepping his minions to fight the good guys. "I added our product to a solution of jello shot and a slight mental conditioner. It will activate when you remove the tape from the name tag. Be sure to look at yours first before looking at anyone else's." My mind is clouded with confusion. I don't understand what he means about the name tags. How can a name tag change a person? For that matter, what kind of change is he expecting? I'm a little upset at the thought that my boss would try to manipulate us by sneaking an untested product into our drinks. "But first, before you look. I want to start the process by telling you that it's your job to discover not only your change is, but one other's, too. You have been given a complimentary command that requires another person to complete. That being said, it's your job to find your mate for the night." Cheers and laughter erupt from the group around me. Speculation and guesses bounce throughout the crowd. Everyone seems not only in on the joke, but a willing participant as well. Is this normal for a company to use a party to test their products on people? "You may take off the tape to start the game," Todd announces as if he is the master of ceremonies of a race. The sounds of tape ripping off of the name tags surround me. I'm not sure if I want to participate in this. I don't want to be a guinea pig for an untested drug. Did he just mention that we are looking for our mate for the night? There's only two females here, and one is married. I wonder if the husband is upset that his boss just whored out his wife. As I glance over to them, he seems oblivious to the fact that his wife is supposed to bed another guy here. Looking the other way, Ann, the only other girl, is jumping up and down in excitement. Her bouncing breasts keep my attention for a moment until Beau puts his arm around me again and whispers into my ear. "No one's going to be paying any attention to you, so you shouldn't be worried about what happens. Be happy and just go with the flow." He's right even though it was odd the way he said it. Why should I be the party pooper here? I'm the new guy, and I need to become a part of this group if I'm to work with them all day. As long as I don't make a big commotion, no one will pay any attention to me anyway. They all seem so happy, so don't bring in any drama. "In fact," he added, "whatever happens to you will be our little secret, and I promise not to tell anyone." His boost of confidence helped quieten my fears. I'll just keep to Beau for the night, and no one will care about me. Grabbing the name tag, I peel off the tape. There's no name there. There's just the phrase "The Other Side". The other side? What does that mean? Maybe it's a metaphor that Todd wants me to have now that I'm with the group. Sounds good to me. I glance over to Beau. He's nodding his head and making a face that says that he's happy with his nickname. "What does it say?" I ask. He puts it on his lapel and turns towards me. Black letters on a gold name tag state "Baby Daddy" with the company logo following it. I chuckle to myself. He must have a reputation for being a lady's man, then. Glancing around I look at everyone else's name tags. Jimmy, from research and development, has "Love Thyself" on his tag. Both the married couple and Dick and Todd have the same names. The married couple's nickname is "Skewered", and the other two have the name "Biggest Part Of Me". How come they have the same names? Does this mean that they are meant to be couples, or do they match with one of us? I spy the other girl's tag. It says "Plastic Fantastic". Is the boss insinuating that she has had plastic surgery? That's a little sexist. As the party continues, I stay close to Beau. After some conversation, I see the attraction the girls must have with him. He's a great guy. We form our own little group, Beau and me, as we bounce around the room. The liquor is flowing, so we are all a little intoxicated and loose. With our arms around each other, we stumble to the table where everyone else is congregating. Random conversations are traded across the table as everyone is having a fun time. The noise is almost a little too loud. I look over at Beau. He really is very handsome. It's probably the liquor talking, but I whisper into his ear," You're a good looking guy. Why didn't you bring a girl to his party?" We are sitting on a bench around the large dinner table, and he slides up next to me. Our hips and thighs are touching, and he places his arm around me. "I'm still looking for the right one," answers. What a noble answer. That answer is probably why he has the nickname "Baby Daddy". Ladies would swoon over that answer. Strangely, he doesn't ask me the same thing. Ann has found herself beside Jimmy next to us. She seems tense. Her face looks like she's worried about something or she's being startled. Her eyes are widely opened and her mouth is slightly opened. I know girls usually wear makeup to avoid a glossy look, but she must have forgotten. She must be very sweaty, because her skin has a glossy sheen. Jimmy is talking to her, but she isn't talking back as much. He must be annoying her, because she's not paying much attention to him. Her attention is focused on something across the table from them. Across the table, the married couple seems to be getting closer now that we are seated. They are continuing two different conversations, but always coming back to each other. How romantic! They seem to be so happy together. I'm not really that good at talking to girls, so I haven't had many girlfriends. I wonder what he had to do to get her to like him. He probably had to do something very romantic to convince her that he was good enough for her. As they talk, she keeps rubbing her throat as if she has a sore throat. Her husband needs to get her a glass of warm water. If he is a keeper, he would. At that moment, he gets up and asks if anyone wants a drink. See, he is right for her. She has her mate already. Why would they participate in this game that could make her go with someone else? I adjust my seating. My hips are sore, so I move Beau's arm to adjust. When I sit down, I lean in closer to him. He must have a tall torso, because I have to look up a little to see him. My hips flare again. This time, it is joined by a throbbing between my legs which makes me wonder if I'm sitting on a seam or button. He asks me about why I'm fidgeting. I tell him that I'm uncomfortable. He replies," Just get yourself comfortable. In fact, let me help you." He picks me up a little off of the bench and starts to undo my pants. I put my hands on his to stop him. I never realized how big his hands were. "Just relax. No one is going to notice. You want to be comfortable, right?" I nod. I really do want to enjoy the evening, and I can't if I'm fidgeting. I allow him to undo my pants and I lift myself up to give him space to pull my pants down. We're sitting at a table with a tablecloth covering our laps. No one will notice that I'm bottomless. It's refreshing that a guy would take the time to help me out like that. I sit back down on the seat feeling the fabric detail on my butt. His arm is around my shoulder again and I'm leaning into him. His shoulder is just the right height for my head to rest upon. He's busy talking to the married couple beside him. My hips and between my legs are still throbbing. I moan a little. He stops talking to ask me if I'm alright. He's so considerate. Beau's right hand grazes my cheek. I look up at his eyes. God, he's beautiful. He would make a girl so happy and complete. I almost wish that I could see why he's called Baby Daddy. I giggle a little, and place my right arm on his lap while his left hand is laying on mine. Dick and Todd are consumed in a conversation. Their actions are very animated, so much that I think that they are disagreeing about something. Dick keeps shaking his head mouthing the words, "No, no, no." Todd argues back smiling, "Yes." After a couple of exchanges, Dick asks," Really?" He must be trying to convince Dick to do something, because he seems to not believe something. Next to me, Jimmy is really chatting Ann up. I giggle thinking that he's trying to get into Ann's pants. Good for him. I'm not really concerned about getting with her, though. I'm not sure why. I should be trying to get with one of the females here, but neither of them seems that interesting. In fact, she's just sitting there letting Jimmy ramble on. The noise at the table just got a little louder. I look around to count how many people are at the table wondering if someone else had joined the party. Jimmy seems to be talking to someone else, but I can't see who it is. I adjust again. Something hot is chafing under my scrotum. The space below my belly button is starting to convulse. I start to look, but Beau stops me by placing his hand under my chin. "Don't worry about down there, yet. You need to focus on what's up here." Beau's hand snaked up my belly and under my shirt. My breath jumps when he reaches my chest. He is caressing the underside of my chest. It seems a little more substantial than before and jiggles up as he moves his hand to reach my nipple. Mmm, that feels good. I look down at my chest to see his hand moving around on the right side. My left nipple is making a large tent in my shirt. His fingers flick my nipple and I shudder. Beau brings his hand between my nipples and I can feel it rub between both sides of my chest. My chest is hugging his hand. "You should be proud of your breasts. I bet they are perfect," he says to me as I gaze into his eyes and moan. Breasts?! I don't have breasts. Guys don't have breasts, girls do. I sit up from Beau's comfortable reach, and feel movement on my chest. My shirt is blocking my view of my lap, and two nubs are pointed towards the heads of the Dick and Todd. Beau smiles at me like he's proud of me. He must be glad I have breasts. I'm glad that I have breasts. Pulling my shirt open at the collar, I can see them. He's right, they are beautiful. Beau guides me back into his embrace and asks me if I'm comfortable. I wiggle a little and whine that the shirt's pulled fabric is chafing my nipples. "Why don't you take it off. Don't you want to be comfortable?" His hands reach up and pull my shirt off over my head. Some of the others are looking at my breasts, too. They seem to like what they see. "They wish that they could see breasts like this every day," I say to Beau. I realize that I'm now completely naked at a table with all of my coworkers. I giggle a little admitting to myself that showing them my breasts is more fun than I would think. "You sound like a girl when you giggle like that. I like it when my girls giggle," Beau mentions to me as he resumes his caressing. I mewl in delight and cross my legs. Does he think that I'm one of his girls? Does he want me to be a girl? I look down at my amazing cleavage between my arms. I wonder what it would be like to be one of his girls, I think as my hand moves to his lap. Jimmy seems to have found someone, because I see him sitting on someone's lap. That's silly. Why would Jimmy sit on someone's lap? Wouldn't a girl want to sit on his? Jimmy is bent over making out with someone. I can't really see who it is because Ann is sitting between us. She's not moving at all. Her mouth and eyes are open, so she can't be asleep. She just continues to stare into space. Jimmy's moaning drives my attention back to him. He's bobbing up and down on someone's lap and moaning. Oh, my god. Someone is fucking Jimmy! I giggle again thinking of how much fun it would be to ride someone, as my hand strokes Beau's large cock in his lap. I bet it would be heavenly. So, is Todd's little concoction supposed to make everyone horny? If so, it is definitely working. Hell, even I'm getting turned on by Beau. I usually don't go for guys, but I may make an exception here. I don't really want anyone to know that I'm really into this guy. Hm. Baby Daddy. Yea, I wouldn't mind allowing him to do things to me. Too bad we can't make a baby. Does he feel the same way about me? I wonder if I should tell him. As long as no one knows about us, I don't mind experimenting tonight with Beau. The conversations are being slowly replaced by moans and giggles. It almost sounds like a porno in here. The convulsing continues within my belly. It feels like a bad case of gas, then it flutters like a butterfly below my belly button. My breasts continue to grow, too. They jiggle with every movement that either I or Beau makes. Large, brown nipples cover the ends of them. His caresses on my breasts are driving me crazy making me so horny. Across the table, Todd stands up and undoes his pants. They fall letting everyone know the size and shape of his cock. Mmm, cock. I wonder what Beau's looks like. Curiosity moves my hand to his zipper, and I move it down. "I bet you love my cock, don't you?" Beau asks me. "I bet you would love to have my cock inside of you." A wave of arousal floods me as my vision blurs. I nod my head and whimper. "But, what about you," I ask. "What would make you more comfortable?" He smiles, and I melt. My hips are moving reflexively from the pleasure of my nipples. I'm so horny that I can't really form words. "Just make my cock happy." With a fury I undo his pants and pull them down onto the floor. If I'm to make his cock happy, I need full access to it. The spectacular specimen of manhood is so beautiful laying there in his lap. I gaze at it for a moment and, with shaking hands, grip it with my right hand. I notice that there's not much hair on my arm, but it's not as important as making that cock happy. Up and down I stroke. Beau leans his head back in pleasure, so I know that I'm doing a good job making him happy. A moan grabs my attention across the table. Dick is leaning over the table looking at my breasts with a pained expression. His body is shuddering in rhythmic bumps. Todd is standing behind him with is hands on Dick's back. Dick is getting it, too! Tee-hee, I giggle. Dick is so focused at me. I bet he would love to touch my boobs. I shake them at him and giggle again thinking to myself that I'm shaking my breasts at Dick. He moans and clenches his face. Todd's pounding is getting harder and Dick's mouth open reflexively. This time, however, his mouth opens vertically instead of how it would normally. Ew! That's weird. He opens his mouth again. Where are his teeth? For that matter, his mouth is the only thing that he's moving on his own. His arms are just laying on the table not supporting him anymore, and his head is fixed in an upward position. Another set of moans takes me to the married couple. The wife is openly riding her husband with her hands using the table as leverage. Goodness, everyone's getting some. Her expression looks like she's in ecstasy as she momentarily looks up at the ceiling. I move a lock of hair away from my face and look down at Beau's beautiful cock. I have to tell him what I think. "I want your cock," I whimper at him. He's looking down at me in his lap with a smile. "Can we be together tonight, but promise that no one will know? I'm not gay, but you are so beautiful," I plead. I want his cock so badly, but I can't risk people thinking that I'm gay. "My cock is all yours tonight", he whispers. Without hesitation, I drop down to my knees and put as much of cock into my mouth as I can. Up and down my hand assists my mouth. My breasts jiggle with every motion that I make. His cock will be as happy as possible if I have my way. I feel I have a stream of precum running down my thighs. They are so slippery. As I move up and down on his cock, I squeeze and slide my thighs together. I can't really feel my cock at the moment, but I don't care. It's the cock in my mouth and hands that need my attention. The table isn't moving as much as before. I come up for air and look around under it. This usually isn't a position that I'm used to, and giggle at the sight of all the pantsless people. Where's Dick, I ask myself. I don't see his legs. As if on command, Todd moves away from the table and I can see now where Dick is. He's firmly planted on Todd's cock. He moves around like a large cock himself with no arms or legs. He looks just like a very large cock. Todd's cock. Todd's large hands are comically stroking the large phallus. He can't get his hands anywhere nearly around to do it any justice, but good lord is he trying. I return my attention to the cock in my hand. It's so big. My hands cannot get a strong grip on it, either. "Wouldn't you like to take all of it into your mouth?" Beau asks with his eyebrow slightly higher than the other. Yes, I moan. My voice is quite a bit higher than before. That's okay, I won't be saying much with this perfect cock in my mouth. It's so hard, yet soft to the touch. I moan as I bring my lips around the head of it. I bet that if I really try, I can get all of it into my mouth. He would love that. Slowly, I press my head down on his cock. It tastes somewhat salty, but a perfect salty. That means that his cum would taste like this. My eyes roll back into my head at the thought of him cumming in me. With shaky hands, I grab the pole and continue my motion downward. The head reaches the back of my mouth and I stop. It's hard to breathe and I don't trust the size of my throat. As if he knew my concerns, he places his hands on the back of my head and pushes slightly down. He's so concerned for my well-being. Other guys would just force it down, but he's letting me get used to it first. The head is putting a lot of pressure on the back of my throat, but it's not going to go in. I panic. This is a disaster if it doesn't go in, so I relax some more hoping that my body will help Beau's cock be happy. The pressure grows as it resumes is slide into my throat. My lips can feel every bump and vein that slowly works its way in. There's not enough room to grab with my hands, so I caress my breasts instead. Oh, wow, they have grown. My leaning posture is allowing them to hang down and sway with my head's motions. Just a little more. Surely, I can get that much more in I think as I struggle a little more. Success. His hairs tickle my nose, while Beau's eyes roll back. Beau's perfect cock is completely inside of me. Oh, god the pressure and pleasure. My eyes are tearing up and involuntary groans echo from within me. Now that I have him, I move back just a little, and move forward again. His cock is all mine. I have all of it. We continue this dance until I my vision blurs from lack of air. Regretfully, I pull away from the most beautiful phallus I've ever seen. It's standing up with a clear coat of moisture. My moisture, I proudly think to myself. This is my cock, and it is all mine. Beau pulls me back up to my seat beside him in his arms. My hand resumes its stroking. I whine a little begging to go back to sucking on his cock. I really liked the idea of trying to make him cum. "Look around," he commands. "Everyone here only sees a sexy cock whore and me. Don't you want to be the best cock whore you can be?" What does that mean? I was doing an amazing job being a cock whore, but everyone is too busy fucking to pay attention. My belly lurches at that thought everyone else watching me suck a cock. I want to be a cock whore. I want to have that cock in me in every way possible. The scene has changed quite a bit since I began loving on Beau's cock. I survey the room, and see that everyone has changed. Across the table, Todd is stroking an unreally-sized cock. A stream of pre-cum is rolling out of the tip and forming a puddle on the table. Todd's dick is showing very little resemblance to the Dick that he was arguing with earlier. I moan with the thought of rubbing that large cock between my breasts and showering in his cum. That's what a cock whore does, right? To my left, a surreal sight of one Jimmy forcefully fucking a sex doll while another Jimmy pumps away behind the first. Both Jimmies are moaning in ecstasy as they move in unison. I guess that's what his name tag meant when it said "Love Theyself". He is the same as me, a cock whore. Only, he doesn't have these perfect titties like I do. Titties! I giggle. "I have titties," I giggle while lifting them up and rubbing the nipples. To my right, the wife continues to ride her husband. Up and down, she slides. Moaning and gurgling. Her head is tilted all the way back and something seems to be coming out of it. She's riding her long husband's cock, and it's coming out of her mouth. Her husband has skewered her on his impossibly long cock. Her hands reach up and stroke head. She is her husband's masturbation device. Good for her. All husbands need one. The sight gives me a shiver of arousal below my belly. Everyone is fucking each other. Everyone has a cock in them. My thoughts return to Beau's magnificent cock. Losing patience, I raise my legs over his lap and sit looking down at his beautiful, tanned face. He looks up into my eyes and sees that I'm hurt that everyone is fucking but us. "How about you show everyone at this table what your beautiful and tight pussy can do," he whispers and caresses my cheek with his right hand. I'm seated in the valley between his hard cock and belly. His cock is riding up along the crack between my legs. Below me, a puddle of moisture wets the inside of my legs and the base of his cock. Do I have a pussy? I look down and remember the nickname on his tag, Baby Daddy. The thought shocks me, and I let out a minor moan. Could I make him a daddy? While I would love to take all of his cum in my mouth, why would I waste it there? He needs to make babies. That what his name means. His job is to make babies. Oh, how I wish he could make one in me. This beautiful cock would feel so good in a pussy. My hands move down between my legs and as if I'd been shocked by lightning, I yelp. There's nothing there. My cock is gone. Between my legs is a warm, wet cleft. I have a pussy. I have a pussy! I yell out to the table, "I have a pussy and it's all Beau's". Both Todd and the husband glance my way. Todd gives me a thumbs up and continues to stroke his friend. Without any control, I place my mouth onto his. He's looking me straight in the eye now, so I don't have to lean down any. I want as much of him in me as possible. When we leave here, I want him as a baby daddy. He has to knock me up tonight. Oh, god! I want him to put a perfect baby in me. I whine and whimper," Put a baby in me, Beau." Using his big, strong hands he grabs my hips and lifts me up. My wet hand is still exploring my newly-formed pussy. Mmm. My pussy. That doesn't sound right. Beau's pussy. That sounds so much better. There's so many pieces to Beau's pussy. Two large lips cover smaller ones, and they all converge into a small hole. Moisture drips out of me in preparation of making Beau a daddy. The earlier convulsions continue and are now visible as my pussy contacts. His large cock bumps into the back of my hand. It's still warm and slightly wet from my blowjob earlier. He lowers me again. My hand directs the head of the cock to the center of my folds. Inside, I worry if it will fit, then I remember how it fit into my throat earlier. It almost as if it was made just for me. Pressure tells me that his head is pressing against my entrance. It increases, and I let out a moan. My hips involuntarily wiggle back and forth to set the head inside. My body wants this. Gravity presses the cock slightly farther inside, and the pressure builds. Beau lets go of my hips. Not realizing that my eyes were closed, I open them. A tear falls down one cheek. Bloodshot, they look deep into Beau's eyes. He wants me to do the rest on my own. He wants me to surrender myself to him and his cock. His hands press against my breasts lifting them while flicking the nipples. Lightning shoots from them to my stressed pussy. My body is tense, and he knows it. "Relax," he comforts. "You will be a fine mother." Blood rushes to my head and I lose control of my legs causing him to press completely inside. I cry out as a white-hot stinging signals that he has made me his. I'm his cock whore. I'm going to be his baby momma. I am Beau's. I can feel him inside and outside of me. Pussy lips stretch to welcome this intruder. I feel him pulse within me behind my belly button. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. Looking down, I feel his pubic hair tickling my lips. There's no separation between us. My warm, wet pussy is holding his turgid, veined manhood. His hands return to my hips and push up. Each contour of his cock runs across my lips again. Pleasure makes my head light, and I grow dizzy intoxicating my senses. For the moment, there is no up or down. There is only my body gripping his cock like a glove. Down, I fall again taking the breath out of me. Moaning, I place my head in the crook of his neck and begin to cry. Images of a growing belly and lactating breasts dance in my vision. He's going to make me a momma, I think to myself. We continue to move up and down. My moisture has completely coated Beau's cock so it doesn't grip as much as before making it possible to move a little faster. By now, I thought my pussy would loosen up to accommodate his member, but it hasn't. The slickness helps, but my entire body seems to serve as a glove to this cock. We are rocking back and forth with greater intensity. He's really getting into it. Beau moans and starts to pant. His hips smack my bottom as I fall down onto his cock. They roll back and forth as we fuck causing as much friction between us a possible. I scream a high-pitched girlish moan with every uptake. I am fucking Beau with all of my might. God, he feels good. His panting is getting stronger and grunts replace moans. Beau's cock is growing even bigger stretching the walls of my used pussy. Through tear- filled eyes, I connect with his as they roll back into his head. Beau convulses beneath me in a spasm of grunts and spasms. He's cumming. This is it. He's finally cumming. I bear down to push as much of him into me as possible extending my legs on either side riding out wave after wave. The center of my body flexes and jerks as a warm, syrup-like force explodes deep inside of me. Now, it's my turn to cum. My head swims with dizziness, and my extremities fail wildly in the air as if connected to an electric current. The head rush forces me to hold onto Beau with my arms and place my head in his neck. We've done it. He's made me his cock whore, and I won't stop fucking this man for the rest of my life. He's going to be my baby daddy.