We met at a friend’s summer party. And then, a few weeks later, we matched on Bumble. You were flirty from the get-go. Complimenting my body, my smile, my eyes, my voice. You had a thing for blondes, you said. Blonde boys had always been your favorite. So when you told me that you had the afternoon off work…I was more than happy to drop by.

You said you were into risky sex. When I asked you what you meant by it, you said: “I want to feel you come inside me.”

Jesus. Christ. No condom? Fuck, yeah.

“I like taking risks,” I replied and ditched the condoms from the pocket of my jacket. No need for these…

And then, I headed over. You wore a flowery, pink summer dress. Hair in a ponytail, sun-kissed cheeks, and a bright, cheeky smile on your face. You looked so damn cute, so innocent. A far cry from the woman who’d texted me that she wanted me to fuck her raw.

Even though we’d met before, this was the first time we’d been alone together. You were in your skimpy summer dress, no bra, no panties. All alone with me. Helpless little female about to get fucked and bred.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex without a condom; it must have been years ago. So this was…heaven. I came once. Then again. And then…after some recovery, a third time. Your cervix was properly coated in a thick layer of come, full of vital little swimmers. You giggled when you saw the thick, white creampie in the mirror. Legs spread, fingers probing your silky folds.

“It’s so pretty,” I said. “Such a pretty, bred pussy.”

We laid on your bed. Your five orgasms had milked my balls dry, sucking in each one of my loads. Feeling my seed deep inside your pussy soothed you, you told me. Soothed an ache. I wondered then if you took the pill, so I asked you if you did.

You answered with, “I don’t. But I can get plan b tomorrow.”

I shrugged, then laughed. “Whatever. You’re not 19, I am not 19. We’re fine.” In fact, you were 37, and I was 32; the chances that you’d get pregnant were quite low.

“Yeah,” you agreed with a smile. “It’s not like I’m ovulating or anything…”

“Exactly.”

“How about, next time we meet, I pretend to be pregnant?” Your idea piqued my interest. I hadn’t even mentioned my raging breeding and pregnancy kink… so I couldn’t believe you’d even come up with the idea.

So I agreed, “Hell. Yeah.”

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When you mentioned the next time we’d meet, I thought I’d see you in a week or two. But whenever I messaged, you were busy with work or out with friends. Our one-night stand had blown my mind…and truth be told, it’d been one of the best sex I’d ever had (especially with that added risk), but I wasn’t desperate enough to keep asking you when you wanted to meet up.

Out of nowhere though, around three or four months later, you messaged me again.

I’m free tonight…if you’re in town.

Oh. For sure. "I’ll be there."

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And now I am here, in front of your door, like I was months ago.

“Hiya, thanks for dropping by…” you say as you open the door.

“Hey… it’s been a while…” You wear a long, knitted, cream-white dress that grazes your ankles.

“Yes…I’m sorry, I’ve gotten quite busy with some changes in my life.”

“Changes?” I ask as you close the door behind me.

“Mhm, some personal changes. Would you like to sit?” Um…okay.

I sit down on your couch in the living room. You take a deep breath, then smile. “Remember the last time you came over and we had…unprotected sex?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod. “I do, yes.” How could I forget?

Another deep inhale from your side. You place your hands on your knees and grip the fabric of your dress.

“I said it would be fun to pretend that I got pregnant the next time you come over, right?”

Right. Oh, hell yeah. 

“You want to play that out now?” I ask, intrigued.

“Uh…sort of. I am pregnant.”

You’re getting right into it, aren’t you?

“Really…” I say with a cheeky smile. “What a surprise with all those loads you took the last time I was here.”

Your eyes meet mine in an intense stare. When you blink, you say, “I really am pregnant.”

Right. This is gonna be fun.

“How far along are you?” I ask to play along.

“Three and a half months. Fourteen weeks.”

“What if we say you’re six months pregnant, hm? Horny little pregnant girl…” I brush my hand over your thigh and squeeze it. That’s when I feel you tense up.

“I…” you start, sighing heavily, “I am pregnant with your baby. For real.”

Frowning, I study your face for any indication that you’re roleplaying. “Wait,” I blurt. “You’re pregnant for real? Real, real?” I laugh in disbelief.

“I am, look...” You brush your hands over your protruding little belly underneath your dress, making it stand out. My gaze drops. I stare, unblinking. “It’s a big, healthy baby. Already bigger than average for fourteen weeks…”

Now, I blink. Goosebumps rise all over my body. I feel hot and cold at once. “Um, you sure…I mean, you sure it’s mine?”

“Yeah, I’ve only had sex with you in the last…half year?”

My brain is still trying to process the information. You’re pregnant with my child. “Holy shit,” I whisper. I feel my blood run cold. I must look white as a sheet. “Do you need some water?”

I nod, gulping.

As you stand up to get me a glass of water, I brush my hands through my hair and drop back against the couch. Fuck. My friends have been trying to get pregnant for years...and now this? The one time I don’t use a condom… oh my God.

“Here you go.” I take the glass of water from you and gulp it down in one go. “Are you okay?” you ask me.

“I guess…yeah.. why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I wanted to come to terms with it myself and…decide whether I wanted to be a single mother or not.” I nod at what you say. That makes sense. “You can be as involved as you want…”

“Mhm,” I reply a little strained. I feel like Ross when Rachel told him she was pregnant in Friends. Completely blindsided.

“On the bright side…” you start, causing me to look at you, “We now don’t have to pretend that I’m pregnant.” The way you bite your bottom lip makes some heat return to my body. “I really love being pregnant…my boobs feel swollen already, and there’s some baby weight on my hips…if I keep growing like this, I’ll end up with a belly as big as a beach ball.”

Oh my God. 

The mental image you give me makes my dick stir and my balls ache. 

“I’ll look so pretty…” you whisper and rub my knee soothingly. I watch you do it. “All big with your healthy baby…” I feel like my brain is short-circuiting when you say that. “I’ve also been so horny.” The sigh you sigh makes my skin prickle with arousal. “I’m constantly wet and my pussy feels all…puffy?”

I inhale through my nose before I say, “I can help with that if you like.”

“Yeah?” I love that innocent smile of yours. You stand up and straddle me, so I settle back against the couch. Your hands fall to my belt, unbuckling, then unbuttoning and unzipping. “I’ve been dreaming about this big dick of yours.”

I press my lips together so I won’t moan. 

“That big dick that got me pregnant…” Holy fuck. “Big daddy dick.”

In a matter of seconds, my cock stiffens all the way. With you on top of me, whispering those dirty things and rubbing me through my briefs…my God, I can barely cope. You pull out my dick, give out a delighted squeal, and then lift your dress to get in position. Only now do I realize that you’re not wearing any underwear. You knew I’d let you take what you need even after you told me that I was the father of your baby. The sound of your silky wet folds on my cock fills the room. You wiggle my tip up and down between them before you set them at your entrance and sink down. Your lips part, eyes widen, hands gripping my shoulders.

“Oh,” you sigh and start grinding, back and forth, before adding pressure to push me in deeper. “Oh my God, it’s so good. No wonder your seed took.” My brain is literally shutting down at what you’re doing to me. Your pussy is so tight it’s a real struggle to get my cock inside you. But you’re determined. And obviously fucking horny. I just sit there, stunned, with my hands on your thighs, while your big tits jiggle inside your dress and your pregnant pussy sucks my dick in, inch by inch. 

Finally, you rock your hips from side to side, then back and forth, forcing my entire length inside you. You grin a delirious grin, eyes closed, nails digging into my shirt. “That’s it…” you moan happily. My cockhead rubs against your cervix while your pussy soaks my shaft in your juices. You begin to bounce and as you do, you free your tits from your dress as well. 

Sensory. Overload.

I cup your tits because I’m obsessed with the weight and size of them. My God, you’re fucking hot. Even hotter now that you're pregnant... Tits bouncing, pussy clenching, cervix rubbing back and forth against my tip. “You’ll make me a mommy…” you whine, eyes locking. “Your thick dick will make me a mother…” My balls ache and draw up to my shaft, tightening at every rock of your hips. “Oh, you like that?” You grin. You must have felt how I flexed inside your pussy. “I’m gonna make you a daddy…make you a father.”

Oh. My. God.

My eyes squeeze shut at the rising pressure inside my balls. I’m getting close, so fucking close. Your whines and whimpers turn into proper pants now. You’re going faster, so I push your tits together to keep them from bouncing so much. My God, I love your boobs. Will they get even bigger?

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—“ The high-pitched cry that follows finishes your train of thought. Your entire body tenses then shakes while your pussy clamps down around me. It’s all I need to tip off the edge as well. I tilt my head back and moan—a deep, long, growly sound. Strand after strand of come squirts deep inside you, coating your cervix once more. “Yes, yes, fuck!” I’m tensing underneath you when you grind your hips hard and fast, your breath held. You’re about to come for a second time. I pry my eyes open to watch the expression on your face. Your eyebrows are pulled together, lips parted, eyes shut. “Oh God, oh God, oh Go-o-od.” That’s when your eyes snap open. The orgasm that surges through you makes your body tremble on top of me. That tight pussy of yours squeezes repeatedly around my shaft until—

You cry out and pull yourself off my dick. 

“I’m—“ you gasp, “squirting…” Warm liquid splashes all over my cock, stomach, and pants, soaking me in your juices. You finally collapse on top of me, leaving my shaft wet and creamy. This pregnancy is going to be a lot of fun…

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