At last she feels weak enough to push up off the table and thrust up against a wall. Now you get to face her, as she passively accepts your onslaught.
"Wrap your arms and legs around me!" you command and she obeys instantly as if in fear. You feel more and more aroused as this fine little woman's too-long-untapped orgasmic potential keeps on whimpering out of her, until she's yipping and yelping like some poor trapped tortured Chihuahua. Then, with her most savagely wracking orgasm yet, you feel it, a distinct slump, as if she has reached some innermost surrender, and the next thing you know her arms and legs are tight around you again, but this time with a new urgency, as they grab and caress.
"Uhh, oh yeaaah!" she sighs, and you realize that at last her that Mrs. Nguyen's inner slut has been lain bare and has taken her over. The triumph is the signal your cock needs, as you hammer home, damn near bouncing her fine tight ass against the wall, and you pulse deep into her vagina.
"Now clean it with your mouth," you command her, feeling you can trust her now, and she does so, so lovingly, so passionately that she has you rock hard again in no time. Now she is sucking and slurping and gobbling with nympho neediness and an occasional yummy "Mmmmm!" as she nearly impales her throat upon you, and you cut loose and blast into her mouth, then spurt all over her lovely face and long sleek black hair. You look down, to see a look of pet-like adoration. It's a starry-eyed look of hero-worship, the face of a creature broken and domesticated, tamed and conquered and claimed.
You feel a bit absurdly like some movie cowboy hero as you straighten yourself up.
"My work here is done."
"You ... you're done fucking me?"
"I'm all out of sperm for tonight. Yes."
She stands up, "I don't want you to leave," she asks with timid beseeching softness, "Please put your cock back inside me? Please?"
"You're not thinking straight. You're a mother now. You've just had your brains fucked out."
She grins, "But I don't need my brains," she assures you breathily, "I want only to be your cum bucket. I want to exist only as a receptacle for your awesomely powerful penis. Please? Please?"
You wonder how any person can manage prose so purple as to be ultraviolet, and yet, she's so pretty and petite, you can half imagine folding her up in your pocket and smuggling her away as your private little sex toy. You sigh hard and think, Another time, another place, another life ...
"One last favor," you say, because it seems necessary. "Don't be sweet. Don't see me to the door or anything. Just stay here and stay raped."
"How many babies have you made?"
"Twenty," you lie easily, thinking far ahead. She shudders in awe.
Leaving the house, you pass the window, and through a narrow break in the curtains you can see her on the rug. Her eyes are shut in concentration as she furiously fist-frigs herself while her free hand lightly caresses her nipples. It's not just a baby you've left you realize. You smile and walk away.
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