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Happy Father’s Day - Mind Fuck (A True Story About A Breeding Role Play)*

It was our first date. We had talked kinks and safety via text for for some time.

He had a want to breed someone. It was both the risk of unprotected sex and the need to feel that he was wanted so badly, that she wanted his baby. This primal need was right up my alley.

I’d slipped into the conversation a few days earlier, how I was always so horny when I was fertile. How I was very fertile right now. Sad, that I needed and wanted sex but tried to abstain as to not get pregnant. After all, I wasn’t on birth control.

We had a few drinks and some snacks. And then went to the toy store. Had fun picking out toys and looking at all the goodies.

We ended up back at his place.

He was rock hard with an excellent cock. I stroked him and let him lay back and enjoy. I lay next to him and started to finger myself. And then, all of a sudden he was there, between my legs, rubbing his cock on my clit and teasing my tight wet hole.

“You should get a condom. I told you how fertile I am.” I said seriously. Moaning because his teasing felt so good.

“Maybe just just for a little bit, then I’ll put on a condom.” He said. More teasing more heavy breath. Me holding his eyes as he looked down at me.

“I want you in me.” I breathed, finally. And he dove in, to the hilt. Stroking me luxuriously. And I, matching his rhythm.

“You feel so good.” I told him. And it was the truth. His cock was hitting me in all the right places.

“We should stop, be responsible.” I tell him. And he continues to fuck me making my eyes roll back and my moan catch in my throat. My hands grasping at his arm, palm on his chest, above my head on the wall.

My eyes fly open. “Please.” I beg. “Please fill me.”

“Do you really want that? I mean, do you really? You’re just very aroused.” He relies still pushing into me.

“You’re right, I know...but you feel so good. And I want it. I want to feel your cum in me.” I urge him on.

Things get a bit more frantic with each renewed thrust.

“PLEASE!” I beg in earnest.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” He demands.

“Please fill me. I want your baby in me. I want it. It will be so beautiful and smart. Give me your baby. I’ll have a beautiful round belly and huge milky boobs.”

He is ready to take the risk. Ready to blow.

“If I cum in you we will get pregnant. Do you want that?” His last shred of resolve floating away like ash.

“Please, fill me.” And I wrap my legs around his back and kiss him deeply. I can feel his head on my cervix.

“I’m cumming.” He growls which throws me over the edge, my pussy milking his cock. Sucking every last drop from him. I keep my legs clamped around him and tell him I don’t want to lose any of his seed.

In the after glow, his post-cum brain kicks in. And I can tell he is having regret. I toy with him a bit more. Teasing him about baby names and what the nursery will look like.

And then the best line of the evening. I kiss him, look him in the eye and say... “Happy Father’s Day!”

Prologue: I didn’t tell him, before I left, that I was on birth control. “We” decided I would get Plan B. He offered to come with and pay for it. I declined and said I would take care of it.

The next day he spiraled a bit. Had guilt about me having to put unneeded hormones in my body. So I broke the news that it was all role play. He was safe, and I would never do anything to put him in harms way. He said I deserved an Oscar.

I hope he’ll go on a second date with me. *Hope when he reads this he looks back at it fondly. 😉