She talked me into it! - Sex Stories

She talked me into it!

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They'll be swimming through your wetness—and God, you're so wet for this, aren't you?—finding every secret fold, every sensitive spot. They'll coat your walls, seep into your crevices, make themselves at home in the warm, dark heat of you. My load will be so abundant that you'll feel it dripping for hours, a constant reminder of just how thoroughly I've filled you."

"Stop," I breathed, but my voice was weak, almost a plea, my thighs pressing together as if to trap the fantasy already forming.

"Why would I stop?" she murmured, pressing her lips against my ear, her tongue tracing the shell of it. "Think about it, Miranda. Tomorrow morning, when you're getting dressed, you'll still feel them inside you. A slow, wet drip against your thigh as you pull on your panties—a reminder of exactly how much I gave you. When you're at work, sitting at your desk, they'll be swimming deeper, settling into your cervix like they belong there, because they will belong there. Brandon's loads—they're nice, I'm sure. Mine? I'll pump you so full that you'll be leaking for hours. Every twitch, every subtle ache, every slippery sensation—that's me, inside you, long after I've pulled out. That's my seed, colonizing your most intimate space, making you ache for more even when you tell yourself you don't want it."

I moaned, a sound that escaped before I could stop it, and she smiled against my skin.

"And when Brandon finally comes home," she purred, her hand sliding down my stomach, ...

... "and he slides his cock into you, they will be long gone. But, you'll be lying there thinking the way my cum is leaked out of you. Every time he fucks you from now on, there I'll be—a ghost in your womb. He'll never know, but you will what we did. But, every time you cum, you'll wonder if it's his touch or my memory that pushed you over the edge."

Her fingers traced the hard nub of my clit.

"You’ll let me give you something to carry," she whispered, her tone dropping to a husky command. "Something that will change you from the inside. This sheer, overwhelming abundance. You WILL let me inseminate you, Miranda. You’ll let me paint your walls white with my desire. You’ll let me fill you so full that you overflow, that you taste me on your own fingers when you touch yourself later. You WILL say yes. Then, you will let me claim you properly—with a load so copious you'll feel claimed for days."

Her thumb continued to circle my clit, slow and deliberate, and I bucked into her touch.

"Every time you cross your legs ……….," she said, her voice thick with certainty, "you'll remember this moment. You'll remember my cock splitting you open, my sperm flooding your tight little chamber. You'll feel me dripping down your thigh hours from now, and you'll know—you'll *know*—that Brandon never marked you like I'm about to."

I shook my head, but the motion was weak, almost pathetic.
"And the best part?" she asked, her hips pressing forward just a hair more. "You *want* it. Every ...