Lily wants my touch. (+18)

(Updated)

I walk to the set and see everyone is there; I get to the stage. And Lily is standing there waiting for me.

W.A.S., please pull up her info.

Lily Wright (English Heritage.)

Charm meter: 100

Age: 23

Breast size: C cup

Hip size: High-medium wide

Number of partners: 1

Number of children with host: 0

Status: having fun

Loves: roleplaying and hair-pulling

Feeling for Host: Likes having fun with him, can't get the sight of him kicking those bell-ends asses. It turned her on. She wants to be part of his harem but doesn't know if he will like her. 

I walk over to her and give her a wink; her eyes shine. We get into the shoot, and I start touching her subtly. Giving her a little playful touch makes her blush and start getting hot. Just to the point before she starts showing too much when we are about to get done with our shoot, I lean down and whisper into her ear.

Come to my changing trailer if you want me to take it to the next level.

She blushes and whispers back.

Ok

We get down, and I head back to my trailer, and less than a minute later, she knocks on my door. I open it, pull her in, and turn her around, putting her face against the wall. Pulling down her underwear and starting to eat out her pussy.

Fuck!! Shit, your tongue feels terrific, Timothy. Yes, dig into my pussy with that fantastic tongue of yours. Make my quim fucking sloppy. Eat it out like it's your dinner, fuck your Aussie kiss is the best I have ever had. More give it to me more.

She gets wet to the point that I can slam my cock into her pussy. I get up and pull off my underwear, letting my hard cock bounce up.

Shit, your knob is fucking big; I don't know if my quim can handle that shit.

I slide the head into her pussy, spreading it open slowly. It gets a little more than halfway into her, and she squirts. I look at her, and she looks away.

I have never squirted that fast; don't judge me.

Dear, I don't judge anyone. Well, just cheaters. Those fucking cowards.

I push the rest of my cock into her, I kiss her. I thrust into her from behind; I grab her hair. I was pulling it while she kept looking back and smiling as she slammed her ass backward.

Fuck I love this yank cock, fuck my red coat pussy. You're causing a revolution in my cunt. Conquer me. Colonize my British pussy with your American children. 

I fuck her like she owes me money; God, I love her pussy. Well, I love all single pussy, but that's beside the point. I want to put a child in this British pussy, kind of payback for the War of 1812. Who am I kidding? We already made them our bitch by saving their ass in World War two. Shit, wait a minute. I have a Japanese girl, A German girl, and An Italian girl. Does that make me on the wrong side first? Like, did I join that axis of pussy first? Do I also need to pull an Italy and switch sides? Timothy focus here; you got pussy to fuck. Worry about your wild imaginations later.

She begins to tighten around my cock. As I feel like I am pulling out her pussy, her inner pussy walls come out every time my cock. Like a Chinese finger trap, when you get your fingers out how, it gets pulled apart but doesn't let go of your fingers. It's so tight; we go at it for about sixteen minutes. We both wanted to finish as I still needed to do my last shoot with Aaru; I began to pound her pussy like what the British Empire did with its colonies. There is nothing wrong with it; there has to be a bottom-up in all relationships.

We begin to run the last leg of our entanglement; she slams her ass back as I impale her one lost time on my cock, unloading all the built of seed that I have left in me. Shooting it deep into her cunt, she squirts out the tea she had at teatime. She falls onto the wall, out of breath and tired as fuck.

*ding*

I will be making girls pregnant today; it's a good thing. It's the only right thing to do, after all women get the best joy in life for being pregnant and raising children. Even if they try to run from it, they will regret not doing it later in life. You hear them always say it: I am past my window for kids, and now I can't have them. Well, dear, you should know that the clock is accurate. Just because you want to run from it or "think," you know what you want. That doesn't mean that's how life works; nature wins even if you try to turn your back on it, dear. It is better to have kids while you are younger than when you're older. But don't worry, I will make up for society's failure in teaching women; the birth rate will go up by at least 13% every year now. That's my goal; I've got to lead women on the right path. Society has fucked their brain up; I am the Buddha of sex and making children. At this point, I shall lead them on to enlightenment.

I can already tell; I am getting a God complex. But who wouldn't? Those who say they wouldn't are fucking liars. Everyone has an ego, and if you get magical abilities out of the blue one day. And you're the only one in the world with them; it will feed your ego. It only depends on how long it takes for you to notice it; most try to downplay it as they don't. But for every novel you ever read or video game you play, the MC or the characters you play start acting with the mindset that they are hot shit and they can do whatever they want as no one can stop them. That is a God complex; I own it.

To be an MC, be it in your own life or a character in a novel written by an author, one must have a God complex. After all, M.C. stands for Main Character, meaning they are the most important. If that isn't egotistical, then nothing is.

Shit why have I been having these random thoughts today? Maybe too much fucking, not enough chilling. I pull out of Lily and help her sit down; I pop a set next to her, holding her hand, waiting for her to wake up and think about the change in my mindset and everything that's been happening, how it's happening hella fast. I have so many kids now that I can start a baseball. It's unreal that I was just your average teacher taking care of his daughters a week and a half ago. Now I am here in my new life, putting babies in them, and they have no problems with it. They enjoy it. 

She finally wakes up, and I get out of my mind; she leans her head on my shoulder, and I talk to her. She tells me she has no problem with being part of my harem, as she knew about it before even having sex with me. She asked if it was okay for her to come over to my house on Saturday. I tell her she can, and I have no problem with her coming over or me going to her place. I give her my number and get changes as I still have one more shoot alone. 

I head out after I kiss her and smack her ass. She rolls her eyes, and I head to the set. We get started, and I do as Isa wants; I am no model. The girls look at me like I am a slab of meat and they are starving; I fucking, love that feeling. If someone says that's stupid, they never have been desired by someone before. The lust of wanting someone, the madness, the soul-binding feeling of your heart beating in your chest so hard your soul feels it more than your body. Some people think lust and love are two different things, but they are something. Love is the beginning emotion, but lust is the deepest part of the emotions. It's the primal feeling before humans tried to make Order from the Chaos of nature. Now, Order is ok for the violent aspects of life, as you can't have life. If everyone is killing each other, but love is way more complex than violence. A man is made to love many women. Men die more than women, so the strongest men spread their seed to many women. That is just the root of how humans become the top of the world; lust and love play a part in that. Women had no problem with that, as the most potent men had the most. Making women have better lives is all about giving and taking. Sometimes, you have to deal with aspects you don't like, and women had no real problem with sharing back then.

It's not until nowadays that everyone is self-centered. Has it changed? Even now, women are more likely to share a rich guy if it means improving their lives. But they want to play like they don't own your shit. I have no problem with a woman being with a guy for money or other things to better her life. As long as she does precisely what the guy wants to; after all, if you take but don't give, then you're an asshole. It's not wrong to enjoy a better life, and as long as everyone knows what they are getting into and knows the rules, I see no problem with using and being used. That is how life is, but people nowadays want to act like it's not. You choose who you are ok with being used by on the cover of "Love." Love has its place, but in my honest opinion, lust is more important. 

Well, both are good; it's just that I lean more into team lust. Because no one is going to stay with someone they aren't physically attracted to. So, lust plays a considerable part. Now how one handles falling out of having lust for their partner, with define if they are a shitty person or not. Love can only overcome so much. Damn, my intrusive thoughts have been hitting me hard today. I need to chill tonight.

I finally get down with the shoot and walk to get change. I need to finish up with being out today and need a break. I sit in my trailer after changing and breathe a sigh.

I am tired.