MEGHAN’s MAN

(Copyright © Ryan Oberon 2017)

Brandon heard the vibration of his phone’s message alert again. Removing his hand from his pants, he clicked pause on the computer in front of him and checked the message. It was his ex, Meghan again, for the third time this week, and now wasn’t the time to answer her.

The twenty-year-old woman was becoming a borderline stalker. It had been over a month since he’d broken up with her, and the poor girl had been devastated. He felt bad about that, but ever since then she had sent him countless messages in an attempt to get him back, and now it was just becoming ridiculous.

It had also been over a month since he had been laid, and that was why he found himself sitting on his computer, jerking off to some website that was probably infecting his computer as it was infecting his mind.

The phone went off again, and with a sigh, he opened messenger.

Meghan: Hi.

Meghan: What you up to, sexy?

Brandon wasn’t sure why, but he decided to reply finally. At least an actual female girl was messaging him.

Brandon: Hi. Nothing. What u up to?

Meghan: Thinking about u.

Brandon cursed himself, he should just delete her number for a second time.

Brandon: We’ve been over this, have a nice day.’

Meghan: Not thinkin’ bout u in that way!

Brandon: ??

Meghan:  Laying here playin. Haven’t had sex in a month. Can’t stop thinkin bout your cock inside me, hehehe.

What the fuck? This wasn’t like her at all. Sure, when they were dating, she had been great and very enthusiastic in bed, and would often message him kinky things, but this hadn’t happened since he had split with her. Everything had been about getting him back.

Brandon: Really?

Despite his raging hardon, Brandon could think of nothing else to say at that moment.

Meghan: U should come ova. I don’t expect anything. I just want u inside me to get me off.

His body wanted nothing more than to do that right now, the very thought of it made his testicles throb, but how could he? Not only would it be wrong to use her that way after breaking her heart, it would also be letting a rather unstable women back into his life.

Meghan: Ur the best ive eva had. Just use me for sex, and don’t feel bad bout it. We can still be just friends who fuck right?

Brandon gazed at the message, heart pounding. When he took too long to reply, she messaged again.

Meghan: Friends who get each other off?

Christ, how could any male in his twenties say no to that?

Apparently, he couldn’t, because it wasn’t long before he found himself driving down the highway, his mind a spin. Was he really doing this? I mean, sure, it was just sex, they had slept together before, but Meghan again? It would mean more to her than just sex, surely, and she might take it as a sign she could get him back.

Thirty-three minutes later he pulled into her driveaway. It was just after seven that night, and he found there were no other cars there. Her roommate must have been out, probably for the night. They would be alone.

Slowly, he got out and walked up to the front door. Last chance to turn back, he told himself, but as his foot hit the top step the door flew open, and there was Meghan.

‘Hi!’ Her round face beamed with excitement. A dressing gown was all that covered her flesh, and it was almost at the point of being useless. Her large, round, breasts pushed against the fabric, and Brandon could clearly see her erect nipples pressing forward. A single ribbon which tied the middle of the gown was affixed loosely, as if she had only just thrown the garment on as he arrived.

Her smooth white skin stood out in the doorway light, and Brandon could see her chubby curves clearly under the fabric. His cock twitched.

‘Hi.’ His smile was genuine as his eyes were fixated on her.

‘You like?’ she smiled broadly.

Brandon nodded dumbly. Meghan took his hand and pulled him inside, locking the door behind them with an enthusiastic click, as if she wanted him clearly to notice what she was doing.

Inside was as dimly lit as outside. The room was illuminated by candles, which may have seemed to be a romantic gesture, however, Meghan had a strange fixation with candles, and this vigil could be seen at various times.

‘It’s good to see you,’ she admitted, carefully leading him to the lounge.

‘It’s good to see you too,’ he said taking a seat as she moved something then sat beside him.

‘Really?’

‘Of course.’

‘Well you’re gonna see a lot more of me before the night’s out.’ She giggled. ‘I’ve been so horny all day.’

‘I know the feeling,’ he confessed with a developing nervousness.

She placed the object she had moved onto the table. Brandon noticed that it was a vibrator egg, connected by a lead to the control unit.

‘Had to get myself off lately,’ she explained, ‘but it just doesn’t do the trick the way your cock does.’

Rising in the slow, seductive manor, that deliberately extended her legs, she moved towards the kitchen. ‘I think you need a drink. I started hours ago.’

‘I think so too,’ he called after her, ‘but not too much, I have to drive home later.’

‘My roommate’s gone for the night,’ she added tactically, ‘you can stay as long as you want.’

Brandon had no intention of spending the night there, that wasn’t what he was here for.

When she returned, Brandon was handed a large glass. ‘JD and coke, right? Just how you like it.’ She eased back onto the lounge with her legs stretched out toward him, laying her feet on his lap as he took a sip.

‘Christ, that’s strong,’ he laughed with genuine nerves.

‘No, it’s not, you’re just a soft cock.’ Brandon felt a foot rub him through his shorts. ‘Or maybe not, you’re semi hard already.’

‘Sorry,’ he said then took a drink. He wasn’t sorry.

‘It’s a good thing, babe.’ Meghan moved her other foot over and rested it on the back of the lounge, clearly spreading and displaying her shaven pussy. It wasn’t often that she shaved, she had obviously been preparing for this night in advance. ‘All smooth for you,’ she said seeing his eyes bulge. ‘Do you still shave your balls?’

‘Sure, I always do.’

‘Mmmm. Smooth on smooth is going to feel sooo good. Take your jacket and shoes off, babe, you’ll be more comfortable.’

As he did this, she reached over for her vibrator again, and when he sat back down, drink lowering fast, she pushed the egg into herself and turned the vibration on. Brandon watched as she moaned and started playing with her clit, eyes locked on him but occasionally rolling back into her head.

‘Feels so good babe. Not as good as your cock though, I miss you inside me so much.’

A foot slid under his shirt and started rubbing his chest. Brandon flinched a little, but she could feel his heart beating as she did it, and that excited her. ‘Finish that drink and come play with me.’

Brandon found himself doing as she commanded, and once the drink had burned its way down his throat, he put the glass down. This is what he was here for, may as well get on with it! Sliding his shirt over his head, he then instinctively moved on top of her.

Meghan embraced him, staring deep into his eyes, the egg still vibrating deep within her.

Something wasn’t quite right though. As the seconds passed Brandon felt his head starting to spin and his body tingle. One drink shouldn’t have that effect on him, but maybe it was complicated by how damn horny he was. Surrendering to it, he lent down and kissed her, and the second their lips met Meghan went wild, passionately returning his kiss and wrapping a leg around him, thrusting her hips up towards him desperately.

‘God, I need this,’ she said when their lips parted for a moment. She started tugging at his pants, and his hand found her pussy and a thumb found its way inside. ‘This body is all for you tonight. I want you throbbing inside me.’

Soon he was naked on top of her, and she reached down to wrap her small hands around his cock. ‘Mmmm,’ she moaned, clearly drunk, ‘the vibrator is driving me wild, but I think it’s your turn.’

One hand around his member, she used the other to slowly pull the egg out of herself. She took the time to slide her arms out of her nighty, and let it fell apart, revealing her 16B breasts, which Brandon quickly took advantage of as Meghan started to tug at this cock again.

‘Please fuck me,’ she begged, pulling him close.

Brandon sucked on her breasts as he reached over to his shorts.

‘What’s wrong?’ she gasped.

‘Condom,’ he said.

Her legs tightening around him and Brandon felt her hips rise. ‘It’s not like you’ve never fucked me before.’ She was staring into his eyes as he lay breathless on top of her. ‘I can’t wait, baby. I need you inside me.’

‘We should be safe.’ Brandon felt the tip of his cock touch her slit and she started rubbing his cockhead up and down her wetness.

‘Take me. Smooth, skin on skin. I trust you. Feel how wet I am. Push in.’

Strategically, he pressed his lips against hers, and as the kissed managed to retrieve a condom from his pants one handed.

Meghan groaned and her tongue found its way into his mouth. He could feel her powerful legs pulling him close, and he struggled to open the condom packaging.

‘Just fuck me,’ Meghan groaned desperately.

Brandon felt her hand pull his penis towards her, pushing her hips up and tightening her legs until the tip was forced to penetrate her. After the first, wet taste, Brandon managed to pull out and roll the condom on. This was met by a disapproving groan, but Meghan eagerly took his shaft back into her with haste.

Her womanhood was incredibly wet, and he started thrusting, leaning down and kissing her shoulder while she ran her fingers affectionately through his hair. For a time, they pushed and thrust and rubbed against each other like desperate animals. They both needed this, and despite their romantic problems they had both been more than a match for each other sexually.

After a time, Meghan relaxed her legs and gently pushed against his chest. ‘Bedroom,’ she panted starting to sweat.

They moved off the lounge and she took his hand like a lover and lead him to her room.

The bedroom was the same as last time he had been there. Neat, dark, smelling of incense and femininity. As he reached the edge of the bed, he turned to take her in his arms, but before he could he felt two soft hands impact his chest, and he fell back onto the covers.

Brandon laughed and shuffled into a more standard position, before Meghan suddenly yet carefully leapt on top of him, straddling his stomach and holding his hands above his head. Her legs locked tight against his sides. There was a look in her eyes as she stared down at him, something he had never seen before and it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

‘Do you trust me?’ she asked.

The answer was a resounding ‘hell no’, however, Brandon knew he couldn’t say that to a girl he was naked in bed with. So, instead, he meekly answered in the affirmative.

Her smile broadened. ‘Close your eyes, sexy.’

Brandon obeyed, what else was he going to do? Go home? There was a deep need in him to ejaculate, and while he was here and Meghan was keen, he was going to take advantage of the situation. Lord knew he wasn’t going to come back again. This was a one off.

In what felt like a hasty manoeuvre, Brandon felt something cold latch around both of his wrists. His eyes snapped open, but he already knew he was trapped.

‘Um, what are you doing, Meghan?’ He lightly struggled against the handcuffs as if to emphasise the question.

Only a giggle replied. With a seductive shuffle she slid off the bed, softly dragging a foot across his chest as she did. At the end of the bed, she produced a leather strap and attached to each support post, and proceeded to fasten them tightly around his ankles. This was no heat of the moment thing, these straps had been here before he arrived, she had planned this.

‘I don’t think this is a good idea,’ his voice was auditable shaky this time.

A deep, full-hearted laugh escaped her as she crawled back between his shackled legs. ‘Relax babe, trust me.’

His mind screamed, ‘fuck no!’, but again he couldn’t find a voice.

‘Just let it happen,’ she said stroking his testicles before casually sliding the condom off his rock-hard shaft.

Sliding up his body again, she paid special attention to make sure her dripping slit rubbed the full length of his raging shaft. When their lips met again, there was a fearsome desperation on her part, and as she literally took his breath away, he felt her shift slowly, and impaled herself on him.

Bit by bit she slid down, moaning as she did, until he felt himself deep within her again.

‘Should really use a condom,’ he reinforced.

Meghan just smiled and started to move. Her motions were slow yet manipulative, already he was feeling a twinge within his testicles.

With each stroke she would move up his penis until he almost exited her, then slid down to the hilt before thrusting her hips forward a little and clenching what seemed like every muscle in her body. As she thrust down and forward, almost painfully hard, Brandon felt his tip hit resistance, which seemed to drive her on even more. A strange groan escaped her, filled with pleasure, but also a distinct nervousness.

‘Do you feel that? She gasped, pushing down with such force it actually made Brandon a little sick to the stomach.

‘Fuck yes,’ he replied as he felt himself push against her.

‘You’re so big, you’re hitting my cervix.’

It was a strange thing to say, and alarm bells started to chime in Brandon’s head as he put the pieces together.

‘Don’t hold back,’ she chimed. ‘I want you to come whenever you need to, baby.’

‘I wanna cum all over your tits.’

‘No,’ she insisted thrusting, ‘I want it in me. You never came inside be before. I want it, and I know you do too.’

His heart was pounding, and it was no longer just the sexual excitement. ‘Let me cum on your tits, we’ll take a picture of it. It will be so hot.’

Meghan was having none of that. ‘It will be hotter to feel your bare cock throbbing inside of me, pressing against my cervix.’

Brandon struggled, but was under not illusion that the bonds were real, and high quality. He submitted just for a moment to compose himself. ‘Are you on the pill?’

Her lips pressed into his forcefully, but Brandon couldn’t find it within himself to return the kiss this time. When she broke away, she was panting, her hot, moist breath engulfing his ear as she whispered, ‘I’m so horny knowing what you’re doing to me. Let yourself go babe, it’s me.’

‘What am I doing to you? You’re the one doing all the work, sexy.’

She sat up, thrusting down hard and ran her soft hands over his chest while staring deep into his eyes. ‘You’re making me pregnant.’

‘What?’ Brandon attempted to sit up, but with unusual reflexes Meghan pressed her hands into his shoulders and utilised her weight to pin him to the bed. ‘Relax. Just let it happen. It’s so natural, so right.’

The hell it was! It was anything but right. He really shouldn’t be here, she was his ex, and was surely not over him. This was not to mention that he was restrained against his will. How was that right?

‘Meghan, get off,’ he demanded starting to panic.

‘God, I am getting off, baby, and you will too, deep inside me.’

‘Stop it. I’m not going to get you pregnant, Meghan. Untie me!’

She giggled. ‘Oh, but you will, you can’t stop it, don’t even try, baby, it’s ok. Sooner or later you’ll cum, and you’ll be a father. You can’t stop it, babe.’

Oh god, she was right! His body would betray him. He needed to do something, anything. Realistically, what could he do? Call for help? Scream rape? Even if someone did call the police, by the time they arrived it would be too late to stop Meghan’s insemination. Perhaps he could play along, act like he wanted this and that it was turning him on, in the hopes she would release his arms to be a more active participant. He could then gain physical control over the situation.

No, Meghan was no fool, there was no way she would fall for that.

Again, he felt his wet knob press hard against her cervix, and an involuntary moan escaped him. Holy shit that felt good! Brandon took a deep, deliberate, breath and close his eyes. He attempted to think of something, anything, to stem the surge of semen which was desperate to be unleashed.

On top of him, Meghan was panting as she moved, and the cute little noises she was creating make it even harder for him to concentrate. Again, his tip hit her cervix, but this time so much pressure was applied her body opened just a little.

‘Right there!’ she exclaimed, lost in lust. ‘Cum right there!’

‘Meghan, no!’

‘Brandon, yes!’

It wouldn’t take much, oh god it wouldn’t take much, a moment of lost concentration and he would be hers. Such a mistake coming here, damn his lack of self-control.

‘Give in,’ Meghan said, but this time there was a hint of mild annoyance in her tone. ‘It’s going to happen, just relax. Enjoy. You’re so sexy, you were made to do this to me.’

Brandon opened his eyes and looked up at her pleadingly, and this time he saw affection and understanding in her face. He felt genuine loving hands on his chest.

‘It’s ok to be scared,’ she assured him, ‘I am too.’

Suddenly, Meghan trust down hard in a jerking motion, squeezing Brandon’s cock as she hit rock bottom. ‘Do it,’ she begged repeating the violent thrust. ‘I know you’re almost there.’

A third time she thrust down and felt him tense. She screamed, and Brandon felt her grip his cock as she came hard.

He managed one final protest before she thrust down once more in mid orgasm, holding her place as Brandon groaned and tried to fight it, but knew it was too late. The first pulse seemed to come from his entire body, and must have shot into Meghan with tremendous speed. That one shot ejaculate smashing into Meghan’s cervix would have been enough, but strong pulse of orgasm that followed were more powerful than Brandon had ever experienced.

‘Oh god!’ Meghan exclaimed. ‘Oh shit! We’re really doing this! You’re making me pregnant!’

Brandon would have wondered if she was suddenly having second thoughts, but was too caught up in the incredible sensation of natural breeding to care. Their bodies responded to one another as if they were meant to be, and the look on Meghan’s face was one of pure satisfaction. She had seduced the male she wanted, and now, he was going to be the father of her child.

When their bodies finally began to calm from their mating frenzy, and breathing slowly returned to normal, Meghan removed Brandon’s wrist restraints and took his hands in hers. Brandon was in a strange place. Sexually he was satisfied, however there was terror deep down inside about what had just transpired and who was in bed at this moment.

Meghan placed Brandon’s hands on her smooth, plump, stomach and smiled down at him. ‘You’re going to be a daddy.’

‘What the fuck, Meghan?’ he asked with little energy left.

She kissed him sweetly and he responded with passion.

‘Stay with me tonight.’

Brandon’s head was still spinning from that drink. ‘I don’t think I’m going anywhere tonight.’

She giggled, jumping off him and releasing his legs. ‘Want another drink?’

He smiled. ‘Why not.’