His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

"I want you to cum in my ass," she said.

"You sure you can take more?" I asked.

"Yes, please. I need it. Fuck my asshole until you cum!"

The urgency in her voice let me know she was deadly serious. We weren't playing around or playing roles anymore. She needed something from me, and I was damn well going to give it to her.

Giving her a moment to recover, I put some lube onto the shaft of my cock, the head still deep inside her, and pushed the rest of the way in, putting my hand on her back to feel the tremble go up her. It happened every time. She really did love it.

Reaching under her with my free hand, I played with her pussy as I began to move in her. The trembling got more intense and her moans louder as I moved in her, gaining speed with each thrust.

Her pussy got even tighter around my fingers and I knew she was about to cum. I slowed down a bit, wanting us to cum together, her trembling against me as I unloaded my cum into her asshole.

It wasn't long until I got close, increasing the speed of my thrusts, fingering her pussy deeper as I did so. Kora moaned her approval, and it was mere moments before we both came, Kora, convulsing and cursing in a way that would have made my mother call an exorcist as I gave her my cum in her sweet ass.

I stroked her hair as she whimpered against the couch cushions, Kora too tired and spent to resist. Gently holding her ass cheeks with my hands, I slowly slid out of her asshole, massaging it with my thumb to maintain contact. I didn’t want to pull away too quickly and cause her a nasty shock.

When she was relaxed, I collected her dress and underwear, helping her put them on.

"I guess you want to go now," I said, handing over her shoes.

"Yes," she said, taking them.

And there it was. The sting. I respected her decision, knowing she must have her own reasons. I just wished I knew what they were.

Then it might be easier to take, this fuck and run routine already starting to wear a bit thin. I wanted to make her happy but couldn't be sure if that was actually what I was doing.

"Shall I call Sarah?" I asked.

"Please," Kora said, not looking at me.

I got out my phone and dialed the number.

"You don't have to go," I said, as the the phone rang.

"Yes, I do."

"Hey, Sarah? Yeah, another special assignment for you."

"Special assignment?" Kora asked.

"Our code for a job that doesn't involve me being in the car."

"Oh," Kora said, almost sounding disappointed.

"She'll be here in five minutes," I said.

"Great," Kora said, walking unsteadily towards the door.

I followed her to the main doors, just so she didn't get lost on the way.

"Do you need -"

"No, thank you," Kora said quickly, heading out into the night, carrying her shoes, still somewhat unsteady.

I watched as Sarah helped Kora into the back of the limo, not leaving the doorway until the limo had gone.

Closing the door, I went back to the parlour.

I could still smell her.

I saw the butt plug and lube on the floor. I picked them up and returned them to their proper place.

Then I went back down to the parlor and started looking through my record collection. Lou Reed. Perfect. Setting the needle to "Perfect Day," I went to the mini-bar and poured myself a double shot of vodka.Chapter Fourteen - KoraThe Art of the Bean had been our favorite hangout when we were younger. Kristen would get whatever fancy sounding coffee she had heard about recently. I usually just stuck to hot chocolate with whipped cream.

It was pretty easy to have simple tastes when that was all you could afford. Kristen always offered to pay, of course, and I had always politely refused.

Kristen was already at our favorite table when I arrived, sipping a frothy looking something out of a mug that more looked like a small bowl with a handle. Across from her was a mug of hot chocolate and whipped cream.

"You remembered," I said, sitting down on the hot chocolate side of the table.

"Of course I did; I always remember the important things," she said.

"So, not your bank balance," I said.

"Never," she said.

I took a sip of the hot chocolate, which was ridiculously good. Even better than I had remembered.

"You've got -"

"What?" I asked.

Kristen reached out an wiped a bit of whipped cream off of my nose with her thumb.

"Oh," I said, blushing.

"It's okay," Kristen said, "I don't think anyone saw."

"Unlike your tearful reunion with Mr. Cuddles," I said, it coming out meaner than I meant.

"I still can't believe he found it. I really thought it was gone. Lost in a move to college when I was eighteen. I cried for about a week."