Aaron Johnson

Hopper knows nobody will be able to hear you out here. He has you stripped naked, your soft fleshy hands pressing into the rough bark of a robust oak tree. His bare legs are bent, struggling to keep his massive dick in your tight swollen pussy. It’s pistoning in and out, stretching and pounding. Pieces of bark crumble into your fingers as you cry out in pleasure. Your legs feel like giving out, but Hopper’s tight hold on your ass won’t let it happen.

“Daddy, you’re so fucking big. My pussy feels so full.”

He has already made you cream twice on his dick. Nobody but the trees and animals to witness it.

“It’s what you’re made for, baby. Taking this cock. Letting me, ah fuck, letting me use your hole.”

The older man’s voice is raspy and stern. You can smell cigarette smoke on his breath. He spanks you so hard that you yelp. The flesh of your ass stings. You begin to moan louder and louder.

“You’re so deep, I can’t take it! Oh daddy, oh my god, I love your cock!” you whine.

Hopper takes one of his hands and wraps it around your delicate neck. He has such heavy breeder balls, it aches him to keep this pace up.

“Shut up. Take this cock like a good fucking whore.”

You try to wriggle out of his grip but he keeps going. His fat cock continues to forcefully pound you. Hopper releases your throat and grasps a fistful of your hair, pulling your neck back as he slams into your aching slit. He’s a large man, so his body is taking its toll on yours with each thrust.

“So young and fertile. Listen to how wet you are.”

You cannot see his face but you know he is grinning with lust.

“Daddy, please let me go.”

You attempt to push him away. He is too strong.

“I don’t think so. I have to breed you.”

“Daddy, please.”

You writhe and struggle, managing to slip off his rigid cock and away from the tree. You let Hopper wrap his arms around you and force you onto the soft forest floor. A mosaic of fallen autumn leaves carpet the ground. You are on your belly, helplessly prone beneath him. Hopper presses his heavy body over yours, you can feel his peppered beard brush against your ear. You might as well be taken by a wild bear.

“Where do you think you’re going? Huh?”

He places his huge hands over your small wrists, making sure there’s no way you can squirm out from him. You try anyway, flailing your legs and attempting to free your wrists. Hopper grips you tighter. You don’t have a chance. There will be some bruises to deal with later.

“All mine.” He asserts at a low growl.

Hopper guides his girthy cock back into you and fucks you like an animal. Your warm, sweaty bodies are likely steaming into the morning air. You are growing tired from resisting him.

“I need this, baby. Stay still.” He sweetly pleads.

You finally stop wriggling and fighting Hopper and let him have his way.

“Atta girl.” he breathes.

He forces one more trembling orgasm out of you. Your poor body weakens in Hopper’s grasp.

“That’s it, baby. Mmph that’s it, baby…” Hopper groans repeatedly as he feels the pressure mounting in his groin.

You can’t do anything but succumb to the pleasure of being dominated and controlled. Fucked like you’re just a wet hole for his desires. The worst part is you’ve never been more turned on. Hopper slows his pace but thrusts with full force.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you. Fuck, baby. I’m going to knock you up.”

Hopper loudly vocalizes a groan as he bursts and releases his load into you. You feel him shoot his seed deep within. Painting your walls with himself. You’re so wet and used it’s hard to distinguish his fluids from your own. Hopper is out of breath, softening cock still pulsating as he withdraws. He glances at his cum seeping out of you. Hot.

In the Evening

Hopper tossed you over the arm of the sofa, not bothering to let you undress. Not even bothering to put out his cigarette that continued to smoke in the ashtray. Your tight little skirt and ass were propped up for him to fuck as he pleased. He frantically undid his belt and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles.

His thick cock was already swollen and dripping with precum. The only thought in his mind was filling you again and again. Hopper reached up into your skirt and tugged at your baby pink cotton panties, which were thoroughly dampened.

“Just dripping wet for me, hmm?” His gravelly voice was low and brutally seductive.

Your tight pussy was lousy with natural juices, making you the perfect breeding whore Hopper needed right now. His rough fingers rubbed at your slit, teasing the stretching to come. You writhed your hips, impatient for his cock to enter.

“Please fill me up, Chief, please!”

He pulled his fingers away and pressed the tip of his cock against your begging hole. His hands adjusted your skirt and found their grip.

“Oh I’m going to breed this little pussy. Make you a young mama. Is that what you want?”

“Please, please fuck me however you want.”

Hopper stuffed his cock into your tight flesh. Your body clenched around his shaft, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. He wasted no time pushing himself as deep as he could, as fast and hard as he could. You squirmed and loudly whined into a scrunched up blanket on the couch. Hopper gripped tighter, his hands pressing your hip bones through your clothes.

“Fuck! Your pussy feels so tight. Take this cock until I’m finished with you, bitch.”

Helpless, all you could do is let him pound your body into submission. His cock beat at your tender cervix, making you writhe and moan for him louder. It felt like your hottest fantasy finally coming true. You were his submissive, breedable cocksleeve. Your entire body was flooded with the thought of being knocked up by him.

“Use my little hole—use me, use me Daddy, oh God use me—“ you pathetically begged.

Hopper’s groans were louder than usual. He was incredibly turned on by the primitive, instinctive urge to dump his hot seed into your womb.

“I’m going to put a baby in you, fuck— oh fuck, I’m gonna cum inside you.”

His thrusts were forceful, fast, and merciless. Your pussy was making a sticky mess all over his bush and thighs.

“Yes, Daddy, oh- oh- fill me up, don’t pull out.”

You felt Hopper’s body tense as he released an uncontrollable groan of pleasure. He held you tightly so that you couldn’t escape being bred. His cock pulsated and throbbed as he shot his cum into you. He softly thrusted in and out, absolutely drunk off the sight of himself leaking out of you. It was the perfect lube that he used to keep fucking you that evening.

During the Day

Hopper thought you had been such a seductive little brat when you met him for lunch. How could you tease him like this when he still had hours left in his shift? Before he let you drive home, Hopper took you for a ride in his Blazer. It was midday, and while most townsfolk were at work or school, he had to make sure you weren’t seen getting fucked like a slut by the Chief.

His erection pushed against his tight fitting khaki pants, aching to get inside of your fertile pussy instead. After parking, it wasn’t long until you were slipping onto his thick, veiny dick in the backseat. Hopper tossed your top and bra aside. He kissed on your breasts and played with them as you rode him.

“I can’t wait until your tits are just swollen with milk.”

“Might leak on you.” you smiled, stroking at his soft beard.

“God. You’re gonna be such a hot little mama.”

Hopper’s thickness pushed against your clit, adding to your pleasure. The truck probably looked like a bouncing mess from the exterior. You felt yourself getting closer to an orgasm. Wet and horny, excited by the thought of Hopper impregnating you.

“Good girl. Oh yes, baby.” Hopper praised as you ground into him, reaching your climax.

Cumming all over his dick was one of favorite sensations. You couldn’t help but scream and moan his name and other involuntary noises. His cock just felt so good.

“Don’t be so loud.” He ordered.

He took his hand and guided his thumb to your mouth. You started to suck his finger, still moaning as he continued thrusting into you. Louder, louder…

“Poor little slut, you can’t help yourself can you?”

He withdrew his thumb from your mouth and used his hand to forcefully cover your mouth. Your sexy noises were muffled. This only turned you on more.

“Everyone’s gonna see that you got fucked and bred by me anyway.”

You writhed, but he held you firmly in place. You were overstimulated by his big cock and bold words. His intense eyes were taking in the sight of you.

He fucked you harder now, taking control from underneath you.

“Good girl. Take it.”

Hopper himself couldn’t take it anymore. He bursted deep into your pussy. His hot ejaculate flooded you, adding to the sticky mess. Your hair was a mess and hips hurt, but you wanted to be pinned down and fucked some more.

He had to go home to change his pants before heading back to the station.

First Thing in the Morning

You and Hopper both slept late into the morning. Some teenagers vandalized the library downtown and the Chief was out late dealing with it. As morning sunlight bloomed on the wooden panels of the bedroom, you stirred awake. Your dreams had been filled with wet fantasies about the man sleeping next to you.

Already nude, you knew it would be easy to get Hopper turned on right away. You cuddled up next to his soft, warm body. His cock was rock hard in his tight boxers. You loved how stiff and big his cock became during naps or in the morning. Your hand rubbed against him.

Hopper stirred awake. He didn’t say a word, only nudging harder into your little hand with his pelvis.

“Good morning.” you whispered.

“Hey.”

“Jim, I’m just so so wet for you. I woke up needing to be bred.”

Hopper let you straddle him, kissing his plush lips as you rubbed your wet slit over his boxers. It wasn’t long before he pushed you off and onto your back. His heavy cock sprung out, and he pinned you down for more kisses.

You reached down and guided his cock to your entrance. It hurt a little as he pushed in, stretching your walls that had been sore from being used all week. Hopper wanted to be a bit more gentle this morning. He cared about you, after all. Wanted to knock you up with his children. He was so much taller than you, and your head rested more against his chest as he moved in you.

“Mmmh you feel so good.”

Your body relaxed around him. He slowly yet fervently stroked in and out of your pussy. His heavy body held you down into the mattress, shielding you from the chilly November air. Your legs wrapped around his hips, ensuring he wouldn’t pull out. What a slut, letting an older man impregnate you as he pleased.

“Daddy, fill me” you whimpered.

Hopper’s breathing got louder. His thrusts became more urgent. Morning romps normally drained him pretty fast.

“I’m going to cum—“

You clung onto him as he released his load deep into you. Even as he came down from his orgasm, his cock remained hard. Hopper kept pumping into you, picking up his pace now. Fucking you in his own sloppy seconds.

“Again, fill me again.”

Hopper was folding you in half now, your hips were getting tired from being held down like this. He readjusted himself so that he could make eye contact with you. His blue eyes locked with yours, and you felt more vulnerable than ever.

“I love you, baby”

“I love you”

You felt pleasure rush over your body from your head to your toes. Your legs trembled as you gushed around his cock. Hopper continued to look into your soul as he spurted yet another load of semen into your pussy. He kissed you and held you as his cum made its way deeper into your body. Withdrawing from you, he laid on his back to cool off.