My recent work trip to Madrid came with an unexpected twist—one that brought out my inner Viking and set me on a mission to spread my genes. On a whim, I decided to post on breedingr4r, hoping to connect with a local girl. I’d tried before with no luck, so I wasn’t expecting much. But as they say, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.

To my surprise, a few hours later, I got an intriguing message request: “When will you be in town?”

At first, she was hesitant, saying she wanted it but couldn’t right now. Still, the conversation quickly grew more charged, the flirtation ramping up with each message. Then, she sent me what might be the hottest compliment I’ve ever received:

“I like your genes. Honestly, I looked at a couple pics, and everything else you wrote disappeared from my mind. Age? Who knows? Height? I don’t care—probably taller than me (not hard). Anything else I read? No idea.”

At that moment, I knew we were on the same page. There was no doubt: she wanted to be bred, and it didn’t take long to convince her that it was going to happen.

We moved the conversation off Reddit, and that’s when she really showed her bratty side, sending me teasing videos of her dancing and twerking—right as I was about to board my flight. I had to replay those videos in my head while sitting in my seat, trying not to let my arousal show in public. The first time I saw her, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was stunning. Olive skin, long curly hair, a lean figure with an amazing pair of tits. But what truly blew me away was her ass—round, juicy, and perfectly toned, with an immaculate thigh gap that drove me wild. She was just 24, young and fertile—the perfect breeding material.

Unfortunately, our schedules didn’t line up for the first few days. But that only made the anticipation hotter. We spent every night sexting, and I edged for three days straight, saving up so I could give her the biggest possible load when we finally met.

On the second-to-last day of my trip, the stars finally aligned. We managed to carve out a few hours to meet at my hotel. The moment we were alone in the elevator, we locked eyes and leaned in for a kiss, complete strangers about to share something primal. I didn’t even know how to pronounce her name properly, but that didn’t matter. The chemistry was electric. Her lips were soft and eager, and as we kissed, I couldn’t help but grab that perfect ass, squeezing it through her jeans.

We sprinted to my room as soon as the elevator doors opened. Once inside, the door closed behind us, and we were on each other instantly. Her body pressed against mine as we kissed deeply, the desire between us undeniable. I gripped her ass, feeling the heat radiating from her, and it was clear we weren’t stopping until she was well and truly fucked.

She’d made it clear that getting pregnant wasn’t an option and she wasn't on birth control—but that didn’t stop her from begging for my cum, like she needed it more than anything else. We spent the next 30 minutes just kissing, touching, exploring each other’s bodies while slowly undressing. Piece by piece, her clothes came off, revealing a bright pink lingerie set that perfectly framed her petite yet curvy body. It was stunning, but I wasn’t there for lingerie—I needed her naked. I stripped it off her quickly, ready to devour her with my eyes and my hands.

Despite the intense desire, I felt the familiar nervousness that comes with a new partner. But her hazel eyes, her sweet smile, and the raw hunger in her gaze melted all of that away. I was ready for her, and she was more than ready for me...

To be continued...