Amber’s Competition
Amber’s Competition
A Pregnancy and Breeding FMM Erotic Novella
Persephone Moore
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Amber’s Competition
Copyright © 2017 Persephone Moore
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An Over the Moon Erotica Book
Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy, but in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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Anna’s Nurse
Centaur Lover
Claire’s Cuckold Denial
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Kiss of Iron
Melissa’s Decision
Suburban Milk Maids
Contents
Part One
Part Two
Part One
ONE.
I was riding on top of my boyfriend when I abruptly stopped at looked down at him. Since I was doing all the work, his eyes popped open. I must have ruined whatever groove he was working in, which must have disappointed him.
“Why’d you stop?” Dylan asked me.
“I want to have a baby,” I told him.
“You already have a kid,” he pointed out.
“I want another.”
“With me?”
I hesitated and teased him. “Maybe.” I rotated my hips just a bit, grinding my pussy down on his cock the way he liked. His hands were on my thighs—which are way too fat but he always claims I’m the perfect size—and he slide them slowly up to my hips and around to my too-large ass.
“Is that a good idea?” he asked. He was either trying to pull out of my pussy or his cock was shrinking and I didn’t want either of those things to happen so I leaned forward and kissed him.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe for tonight at least. I can’t get pregnant without a trip to the doctor first.”
Those were the words he wanted to hear. He gripped my ass tighter and started to thrust up into me. I sat up and arched my back, showing off my tits to him. That was the one good thing about carrying around a few extra pounds; it always went first to my butt and boobs. I wanted to have a slimmer body, but my boyfriend said he loved my body with all its curves. That’s just what a woman wants to hear sometimes.
The fact that I heard it from my husband as well didn’t hurt either.
No, I’m not one of those sluts who have a boyfriend and a husband. Well, I do have both a boyfriend and a husband, but they know about each other and they both approve. I’m in that category of that other type of slut.
I’ve been married almost eight years, I have a six year old daughter by my husband (thank you very much for asking), and I have an extraordinarily high sex drive.
Most men would be thrilled to hear their significant other say they want more and more sex. Usually it’s the woman who doesn’t want to fuck as much as the man, right? And Justin was thrilled at my high sex drive when we were starting out, but a woman can go forever and after two or three orgasms, a man is done for the night. I’m definitely a two-cock (or more) woman.
When I started fantasizing out lout to my husband about fucking other men, he was onboard with the fantasy. He was even onboard when the fantasy changed into reality which gave him the chance to see me fucking other men. It turned out he had a certain kink that he didn’t know about until we stumbled over it. Not only did Justin not mind me fucking other men, he encouraged it, as long as he could watch or as long as I told him about it afterwards.
Dylan’s thrusts up into my pussy became steadily faster. He was trying to hold me in place but I needed to move as well. “Have you said anything to Justin yet?” he asked me.
“No,” I confessed. “I want to give you the first ...