Page 6 of Bred By the Minotaur
Let’s just say I learned some important lessons. Never get too close to a client, no matter how good they fuck you. It’s just a job, and feelings only make it harder.
It was difficult to give up that baby. When I watched them carry it away, it made me ask all sorts of uncomfortable questions of myself. What if I could have kept it? Could I be a mother?
What if I wanted to be a mother to that child, and now that chance was gone forever?
The day I came home from the hospital, I sat on my bed curled in a ball, wishing I could have seen the father’s face, maybe held his hand. After that, I pledged that I’d never let myself get swept away by one of my clients again. And I held fast to this agreement with myself during my second pregnancy, doing my best not to get attached to the baby growing in my belly.
That one was easier to hand off after the birth, but I still wonder what that child is doing now, where they are, what their life is like.
I’ve been waiting for my visitor to answer my greeting, but still, he doesn’t even speak to me, and I get a creepy-crawly feeling down my back. Is he going to stay silent like this as he does the deed? I guess that’s fine, but even some friendly courtesy would be appreciated, especially if we have to meet a few times for this. If he’s going to put his cock inside me so I can carry his baby for the next who-knows-how-many months, the least he could do is say “hello.”
“Okay then,” I say in a clipped tone, because he clearly doesn’t want to reveal himself. “Get to business, why don’t you?”
Then, a huge, soft hand brushes over the swell of my ass.
“You look exactly the same,” comes a quiet voice, as that hand smooths down my skin. I shudder all over as it skims the crease between my ass cheeks to the other side.
Wait. I know that voice, that delicate hand.
It’s him.
Hank
I wasn’t quite honest with my mother about where I was going when I asked her to babysit Milo for the afternoon. I didn’t tell her I had an appointment at DreamTogether, though I can’t exactly say why I kept it secret.
Maybe I was afraid she wouldn’t approve of me bringing home a second baby when Milo is already so much to handle. He’s almost five now, and he’s always moving at the speed of light. I’m planning to get a nanny this time around, but Mom will surely still be involved.
Maybe I was afraid she’d judge me for using my inheritance from my father this way. His passing a few years ago was hard on all of us, but he left me enough that I could do this.
Hell, maybe Mom wouldn’t have judged me at all. No, maybe I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want to admit why I’m going back now.
On the surface, it’s because I want a sibling for Milo. But it’s also very much for Rapunzel.
Here she is again, spread open for me on the breeding bench, her legs strapped in to hold them apart. I can see everything, from her tiny, puckered ass down to the flower between her legs, its petals leading to a pronounced clitoris. I would know that pussy anywhere.
I caress one of those familiar soft cheeks. Already my cock has recognized her, too, and it extrudes from my sheath inside my jeans.
“It’s you?” Rapunzel asks, her voice catching. “Really?”
I nod even though she can’t see me. “It’s me.”
Her blonde hair is cut short now, in a bob around her head that shows off the slender shape of her neck. Rapunzel doesn’t really fit her anymore, but that’s all right. I’ll learn her real name soon enough, I hope.
Last time I was here, I was much sloppier with her. I won’t be sloppy this time. How often have I thought about her since then, jacked off to the memory of her small body swallowing me up, the sound of her little mewls and moans? She’d taken me so well—so well—and I regretted everything about the last time I left this tiny room.
If only I’d known it was our last chance, I wouldn’t have gone without finding out her name, her email address, her phone number.
Well, now I have another shot.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” Rapunzel says, gasping when I squeeze her ass. I’m watching with interest as that small slit between her legs pulses. “Well, ‘see,’ relatively speaking.”
“I thought the same.” I test her other cheek with my other hand, squeezing it as well to see if it has the same effect. Her pussy opens and then closes again with her breaths. “But here I am.”
“Here you are,” she echoes. I bring my thumbs down to trace the outline of her soft folds. Each of her pinkish labia swells as I tease her.
“Are you ready?” I don’t even touch her there. No, I simply run the pad of my index finger down to the hood that hides everything but the tip of her clit. “Are you ready for me to put another calf in you?”
At these words, her pussy flutters again, and the pink inside is already starting to glisten with moisture.
