Cum In Me

Keri had found the perfect spot for some sunbathing. It was pretty remote, on a beach of the southern part of a large island. The beach was so long, you could barely see where it ended. The sand was bright and helped bringing out the beautiful turquoise color of the water even more. There were smooth rocks just a few meters out from the sandy beach, partly submerged in the crystal water. It was perfect, because she could rest on the rock, with parts of her long, shiny tail in the water. She was a Mediterranean mermaid, and looked pretty much as you'd imagine one. Half woman, half fish. Her skin was tan, and her hair was thick and curly, dark brown with almost blonde highlights. Her face was heartshaped and quite beautiful, full cheeks and plump lips, sparkling blue eyes. She wore nothing but some jewelry made from different sea shells, fishbones and very resistant seaweed. Her breasts were round and quite perky. The tail had a deep purple color, mixed with some spots of cobolt and silver. 

Today she hoped to get a few hours of rest after several days of hunting, and as it was closing in on mating season she felt like she could use the rest. Keri had pretty much only laid on the rock for a few minutes, before she fell asleep. 

She suddenly jolted awake when something quite strong nudged her. The mermaid opened her eyes, first blinded by the sun that was shining so bright, just behind her uninvited guest. Keri lifted her arm to block the sun, too shocked to even yell at first, only to see that she was facing a horned horse. It was unlike anything she'd seen before. Horses was rare enough, just sometimes seen walking along the beaches or on top of the high cliffs where the surroundings were greener. But this one was bright white, in in almost unnatural way, with a large, even whiter horn that was large and pointy. The beast was standing over her, leaning down to sniff her face. Keri figured that if some was still nothing would happen... But she was so wrong. Feeling uneasy about looking the creature in the eye, Keri decided to close hers and turn her head away slowly. But being busy staring at the sharp horn, the mermaid had failed to notice the monstrous, erect cock that was so very close to her unprotected entrance. As it suddenly was pushing the hard member into her naturally slick hole, she screamed out loud from the shock and the stinging pain. By instinct, she tried to move away, but the beast has the sharp horn so very close to her face and throat, it could easily stab her. 

It continued to push it's cock deeper inside her, and Keri gasped, panted and moaned in panic, totally unprepared for the penetration. It burned as it stretched her out, and she could feel every inch as it filled her flexible insides. Tears of shock began to run down her cheeks, the beast now thrusting his giant cock into her in a steady motion. Pain and an odd kind of pleasure that she refused to recognize forced her to moan every time the tip of the cock brushed against her cervix. Keri's heart was pounding, her gills opening and closing very fast with her panicked gasps. She couldn't believe this nightmare was real!

It just kept fucking her, for what seemed like forever. Keri refused to admit that despite everything, this cock inside her felt really good. But she couldn't like having a monster fucking her! It was dishonourable and revolting! If any other merman or mermaid saw her now she would be done for forever, no one ever wanting to be her mate... 

When the cock suddenly began to swell, even larger than before, Keri found herself whining and grasping at the edge of the stone. How could something so big grow even bigger?! Her hole had never been so stretched out. 

"By Poseidon, please be over with it," she pleaded in her mind, breathing heavily. 

As if by command, when she thought she'd reached her breaking point, the feeling of something hot, thick and wet was released inside of her. Keri gasped and twitched in surprise, moaning as the horned horse shot load after loud of hot semen into her. More tears streamed down her face as she did her best to endure what she hoped was the end of it. Luckily for her, within a few minutes, the beast pulled his cock out of her, shaking his entire body a little, as if he'd gotten stiff standing there for so long. There was still cum dripping from his member, and Keri could feel herself overflow as well. She had dared to open her eyes as the horse got off her, now watching it trott back towards the beach through the shallow water, clearly quite satisfied. She was just happy that it was over...

The next couple of months went by without any other incidents. For mating season, her kind usually hunted and ate more than usual to gain some extra weight. It was favourable for conceiving. So it was completely natural that Keri gained weight at first, she didn't notice. Completely normal. What wasn't normal was the lack of male approach. This part of the sea wasn't as highly populated, the poor little mermaid was well aware, but she saw very few of her kind during the mating times. The few she saw kept their distance, which made her feel gutted. Wasn't she desirable? Since when did males get so picky?

Mating season passed and Keri hadn't gotten a single opportunity to breed. She started to wonder if the horned beast's scent had ruined her, but the mermaid was about to discover it was much worse than that. And it didn't take more than another month and a half. Even though she stopped overeating after mating was over, she kept staying chubby. She could swear she gained weight. It was about then she was beginning to feel starving pretty much all the time, not being picky about anything she came across, as long as it was food. It was around 4 months after the beast had taken advantage of her, that her belly had an intense growth spurt, and the truth was impossible to look over.

The horned horse had put his spawn inside her. Keri was furious, enraged and felt utterly hopeless. But most of all, she was filled with dread, not being able to imagine was she was carrying in her womb. She hid deep in an area that was rather cold and unpopular for her kind. The shame of being seen was too great. What would they said if they smelled that this was unnatural? Now her belly was growing at a alarming rate, and all she did was eat and sleep more or less, though hunting got harder and harder as she grew larger. It forced her to swim back towards the beaches, where hunting was easier with the smaller fish, and there were more crabs. It was barely enough, but as her belly began to grow beyond proportions, she had very little choice. Keri started to fear for her life, wondering how she would be able to birth whatever was inside of her. 

One day, she was resting between some rocks, just by the surface. Her belly ached, being so abnormally large to her otherwise quite small frame. Her breasts had been leaking milk the past few days, hurting as well. The only way to ease her pain was to pleasure herself, so that was what Keri did when not sleeping or eating. Suckling her nipples to help with the heaviness of her full breasts. Rubbing her enormous belly, so full of stretch marks and bruises. The thing inside was lovely and often moved and turned around. Her hole sometimes started to leak from love juices, which didn't really make sense to the mermaid, but she always took the opportunity to pleasure herself some more as it helped with the pain.

Today, Keri felt that it was different. Her offspring had changed position entirely, and from early in the morning, her belly had felt very tense. It didn't even help that much to touch herself or suck her breasts. As she sat on her rock, groaning and grunting, holding onto her large stomach, something suddenly just seemed to 'pop'. A big gush of fluid came out all at once from her hole. After that, everything just escalated very quickly. Contractions were strong and the time between each one decreased in no time. The mermaid was seeing stars dance before her eyes whenever an especially strong one hit her. Her offspring was moving rather forcefully inside her, clearly moving down fast. 

Keri panted and moaned harder, rolling back and forth as she tried to deal with the pain burning inside her belly and lower parts. Curse that horned beast! Curse that brute for putting this thin inside her! 

Once her slit began to move, things became even worse. It burned so bad, and as she touched herself to try to feel if she was bulging yet, she felt how sticky she was from all the fluids and blood. As the waves occasionally washed over her, the goo was washed away, but more would still come out, especially as she had to start pushing. It was so surreal, with how big her little monster was. Keri screamed louder than ever before when something suddenly slid out of her hole. With a shaking hand she reached down, only to feel a head, or at least a part of a head. It was wet, sticky and warm. Her entire being felt as if it was on fire and all she wanted was to push this out of her. Desperately, and very exhausted, she grabbed onto the rock and began to push furiously, moaning and screaming at the top of her lungs. More tears streamed down her face the more she struggled, but her fighting was paying off. While her belly was too big for her to see her own hole, it was clear it was stretched bigger than it ever had been before, as more and more of the creature was leaving her body. She saw the upper part of a horned horse foal, small and silver in color, with only a very tiny, round thing resembling a horn right at the forehead. It looked so innocent, barely making a sound as she struggled to push the rest out. After one particular hard push, it seemed as if something just... Loosened up. With a wet sound and more gushing fluids, the rest of the beast more or less flushed itself out. 

What Keri now laid her eyes upon was something out of this world. While the top looked so much like it's father, it had no hind legs. Instead, from waist down, just like it's mother, it had a long, shiny fish tail. It was a lighter, pale blue shade, with almost seethrough fins. She soon noticed the gills as well. Keri realized it was gasping for "air". The maternal instincts just kicked in, and despite being exhausted to the brink of passing out, she used the last of her energy to help the baby into the water.

Only seconds after being brought into the sea, the creature was moving around, clumsily but with a lot of energy. Using it's tail to swim and learning to adjust to stay up right and all. Keri looked at it while in a pained daze, and found herself feeling proud. Despite everything, she'd brought forth something new and incredibly unique to this world. 

It had been a long, but oh so wonderful day. But weren't wedding anniversarys supposed to be exactly that? The day had been almost a bit too dreamy. A nice breakfast at our favorite café, followed by a stroll along the beach nearby. We went back into town to do some window shopping, but I ended up getting spoiled with both new lingerie, a golden bracelet, and the collection of my favorite perfume brand. How lucky I was. Happily married, with the love still growing strong after six whole years!

My husbands were all perfect, each in their own way. Malek, my confident stallion. 6"1, six pack and bisceps some women and men would kill for. Obsessed with protein shakes, bad reality shows and early morning fucks before his jogging round. "Warm up" he used to call it. Davos, my beautiful man with the angel face. Skin so soft it was ridicilous, and dark, wavy hair down to his shoulders, that never seemed to want to stay in place, but still looked so perfect on him, wether it was let down or put up in a messy bun. Always curious on everything, ready to try new things and explore life and take every opportunity to learn something new, failures as well as success. And Tias... with eyes so dark and full of meaning, speaking every word through those black orbs or his. Full lips, tan skin, lean build. So sweet looking, yet so dirty and naughty when other weren't around to see. To imagine I almost missed my chance to even get to know him all those years back, could make my heart ache.

I loved them more than anything in the world, and every day with them in my life was a blessing I never wanted to see end. Everything we had was definitely happily ever after material. A spacious house in a beautiful neighborhood. All of us had steady jobs which we all enjoyed. Friends and neighbors that we loved and trusted. Sure, it wasn't like EVERYONE was our favorite person, but we got along with most people. While it had become more common with a person having only one or two spouses, it was still rare for four people to take their vows together. So it would occasionally shock someone, or create gossip or discussion, but mostly never in a much too negative way.

The only thing the four of us really missed was... yes, you guessed it. Kids.

The reason we still didn't have any was pretty simple. As you can imagine, being four people in a relationship, you're bound to have some differences, and have different views, dreams and goals, on some things. I hadn't felt mentally or physically ready to have kids until about a year ago, when I suddenly out of nowhere started having... pregnancy cravings. Wet dreams where I grew huge and pregnant, and everything that came with it. Seeing other pregnant women, and having split emotions, both longing to finally become a parent, and because the thought of getting knocked up turned me on so much.

Both Malek and Tias had been excited for kids since the early stages of our marriage, while Davos had been very hestitant. I knew it had to do with his own quite traumatic childhood, and the absence of his parents. We all had decided to give it time, and discuss it as much as we felt like, in order to plant the seed and let it grow, under no pressure. And now the four of us all seemed to feel the same way - we were ready.

It was in the air the entire day. While we were feeling so very lovey dovey, happy, joking and laughing, the subject of children kept returning over and over again. Even when we were in town, yes, even in public, I could feel how all my husbands were a bit more touchy touchy than usual. A hand on my ass here, rubbing my back or holding onto my hip there, kisses lasting a little longer and feeling a little hotter. Especially Tias couldn't keep his hands off me. After a while I was feeling so aroused I couldn't help but wonder how I would get through a dinner out.

"Honestly... I feel like eating at home tonight. What about you?"

My question caused three very different pair of eyes to look at me with a certain spark within them. Less then 25 minutes later, we were back at our home, Malek urging me to try out the new gifts for the special occasion. I gave myself a few minutes of private time to freshen up, in the bathroom connected to our bedroom, while they undressed together, waiting for me. I watched myself in the mirror while undressing, stroking my sensitive skin as I exposed myself more and more. I let two fingers slide in inbetween my legs to feel the wetness, before I brought the fingers to my mouth to taste it. I felt my womanhood heat up even more.

The lingerie was a clean black lace design, that was just as comfortable as it was pretty. It was such a contrast to my quite fair skin, and was very flattering with my slightly chubby form. The bra hugged my plump breasts very nicely, lifting them without pushing them up too much. I decided to wait with the bracelet, as it was a thin gold link with a few pendants, and I didn't want to risk breaking it since I knew just how wild it could get when we went for it. A little bit of perfume and brshing through and fluffing up my auburn locks a bit. In the mirrow, I saw a happy wife with rosy cheeks, stiff nipples and an excited look in her eyes. Outside I could hear my men moving around, quite impatiently.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, they were all on the bed together. Malek had Davos stroking his semi erect cock, while whispering something to him. Tia's was rock hard already, sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes seemed even darker than usual from all the lust. I had to use most of my willpower not to throw myself directly at them, and instead walking over slowly, as sexy as I possibly could. All of them looked so very hungry.

"You look amazing, love," Tias murmured, pulling me closer once I was within his reach. One hand firmly grasping my ass, another one cupping one of my breasts. I smiled and enjoyed the warmth and fluttery feeling that spread within me along with the arousal. Tias' full lips captured mine in a heated kiss, which I gladly responded too while glancing over at Malek and Davos. Malek was growing harder with every second he watched us, Davos Still stroking him.

"Natalya..." Malek groaned before receiving a kiss from Davos, me and him moaning together. My pussy was getting hotter every second now, and as I felt Tias' boner rub against my I had to break free to let us all move closer together. To feel everyone so close, having all our hands touch, caress, stroke and feel each others bodies, and all our sensitive spots, was just turning us all on further.

"Who wants to be first?" I asked with the most seductive voice I could bring forth. Malek's eager hands moved quickly and I felt his fingers brush against my clit, causing me to moan. With a slight whine I moved from Tias' arms, to straddle Malek's face. His tongue was immediately searching for my sweet spots through the lace, only making me moan more as I automatically spread my legs further. Davos was soon getting infront of me, getting up to stand on the bed so that his cock was right infront of my face. It was the shorter, thicker kind. I happily accepted it with my mouth, started off immediately by licking and sucking the very tip of it, looking up to meet his green, sharp eyes. While I proceeded, Malek pushed my lace panties to the side to get better access to my pussy, licking and pleasuring my wet cunt just the way he knew I liked. And judging by his moans, he was enjoying himself. Perhaps Tias was going his his cock now too. We liked to keep eachother busy, and knew just when and how to swap for most of the time.

But as much as we all loved foreplay and sex, all of us were kind of impatient tonight. It was easy to tell. It was just something in the air... Something unsaid that had to be said. I was so close to climax when I let out a whining moan as I forced myself to stop sucking by husband's dick, and move away from my other husband's mouths. I was soaking wet and feeling almost as excited as the first time we all had sex together. This was a big moment, and I really didn't want to mess it up.

"Hun... Darling, babe. Fuck, I'm shaking from how good you're making me feel. But I need to say something. Nhm, I... Today has been a celebration. And we've all talked about taking the next step for a while now. So I've wanted to surprise you. This past week I've gone through a fertility treatment. It's the seventh day today, the last day, which is the day you're supposed to be ridiculously fertile. I did so much research for this... Because I want to have your babies. I want you to knock me up, one my one..."

I had to take a deep breath as I looked from man to man, their eyes still so full of lust and expectations.

"But..."

I raised a finger as Davos was about to interrupt me. He got quiet. All my husbands looked painfully ready for this.

"Tonight I want you all to fuck my pussy, at the same time. Stretch it further than you ever have before. Use it for your pleasure. Tonight... Tonight I'm not just your wife, but your breeding bitch. Your cum whore. I need you all to cum in me together... And we'll see who's going to knock me up. And next baby, the two of you who didn't knock me up first, will share your breeding bitch again. I want all your children so fucking bad. I love you all so much..."

I was emotional, horny, and feeling so frustrated and ready to have all these cocks inside me. Before I knew it, all three surrounded me to kiss me, murmuring "I love you", making me feel like the most blessed person in the world.

First, I straddled Tias. We always preferred that position whenever one of them fucked my ass, and one my pussy. I was so horny that I lowered myself onto his dick immediately, hearing him sigh happily. Malek, unsurprisingly, had the largest cock, measuring just above 7 inches , being big in general. He lined up behind me as I leaned forward, spreading my legs as much as I could.

"Fuck, please, put it in me already," I begged, feeling him brush against my wetness. I've had two cocks inside me before, but never three. We had never gone that far. Two was great, but we'd just never decided to go for all three, so this would be completely new. But, I wasn't scared. I was used to being stretched out, and I knew I was wet and relaxed enough. As Malek held onto my hips, I felt him push himself into me, now two hard dicks sharing my pussy. I moaned again, louder this time, almost cumming from the penetration alone. That was extremely rare even for me...

"Are you alright?" Tias asked, panting slightly as he seemed to resist the urge to start fucking me. I nodded, looking over my shoulder at Davos and Malek.

"Nghh, yes, just fuck me already... I need all your cocks inside me!" I begged, watching Malek adjust to make space for the third fella. Both of the first had went in smoothly, and now when the third came to penetrate me it was obvious met my some resistance from the quite full cunt.

"So tight," Davos whispered, pushing a little bit harder each time. I was gasping the entire time, feeling how my insides stretched out more and more as he got further in. It stung a bit, but the pleasure was greater. I felt so full I could barely function properly with my train of thoughts.

"OH MY GOD YEEEES!"

I could help but yell as I felt the third cock go in as far as it probably could. It was INSANE. By now I was begging for my husband's to start fucking me, which obviously was a challenge for us all. They had to be firm and time the thrust with eachother, slipped out a few times but pushed themselves back in. I was beyond ecstatic, unable to stop myself from making noises and speaking any dirty sentence that came to my mind, and they LOVED IT.

"Yes yes yes!!! Stretch my pussy just like that! Prepare it for all the babies I'm gonna have to push out! NHGGGGH FUUUUCK! Give me more cock...!! Fuck me! Fuck your breeding whore of a wife!"

Gripping tightly onto the sheets, I was starting to reach climax. I could tell the others were even closer than me so I had to hurry if I wanted to share the orgasm with them. I reached down and rubbed my clit while they kept panting, moaning, pushing their cocks into me, all closing in on cumming.

"Fill me up with all your cum... Ohhhhh yessss please, fill me! I need it all deep inside my pussy and womb... Knock me up sooo hard please! Mmmmm give me every drop of your tasty fucking semen... Mmm who's gonna be a daddy hm? Who's gonna be a da-..."

Suddenly they all seemed to speed up their thrust, pushing their cocks as deep into my cunt as they possibly could. Within a matter of seconds I felt all three cocks start to shoot their thick loads into me, all while I kept moaning and rubbing my clit until I started to cum with them. Once they all pulled out, my pussy was just a gaping, pink, swollen hole filled to the brim with sticky, white cum. I was a drooling mess, tears of joy streaming down my face.

The same kind of tears rolled down my cheeks a few weeks later, when I finally could present a positive pregnancy test to my very excited husbands.

Me and Steve didn't say much about what we had done together, the morning after. He went to work, and I went to curl up on the couch with my laptop as well, to try to do some work since I wasn't at the office. A couple of hours passed. I ate some leftovers. Dealt with my annoying, returning boner aka watched porn and jerked off. This was my first time exploring pregnancy porn, and I realized just how much I loved it.

But I grew impatient. I was restless and couldn't focus. I knew Steve had said he wanted to go with me to look for Aaron, but I was about to go insane... I had to go.

I freshened up and got dressed. Nothing fit like it should but I did my best to dress properly. In all honesty... I felt hot, knowing people would check out my shape and growing belly, wondering whether I was fat or... something else. The drive to the hotel was about half an hour, but felt much longer. I grew more and more nervous the closer I got, and once I parked outside the big, fancy building, I almost turned around to go home. But I knew I couldn't. So I got out of the car, and tried to keep my steps as confident as I could, walking into the hotel. I could swear I had grown bigger just since yesterday. The thought kept turning me on, despite how nervous this situation was making me. The entire aura of the hotel was calmness. Not strange considering it was meant to be kind of a spa resort. Everything was modern and fancy, and I felt very out of place. Guests and employees sent weird looks my way, and I enjoyed it a fair amount as I moved over to the front desk. The person stationed there was a blond, fair skinned man, almost as handsome as Aaron himself. His eyes were warm and brown, scanning me discretely, but with no judgement.

"Welcome sir, how may I help you?" he asked politely, putting some papers aside as I stopped infront of him. I was still nervous, but did my best to shove that aside.

"I'm looking for uuh... the manager, Mr.Schaade?"

It felt so formal, but I didn't know what else to ask. There was a spark in those brown eyes of his, and the receptionist smiled slightly.

"Absolutely. Let me give him a call."

He picked up the phone on the desk, to try to get in touch with his boss. Not many seconds passed before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Keith?"

I turned around, and to my surprise my eyes met with a pair familiar one's.

"Aaron..."

However, Aaron was soon looking at my belly.

"Let's talk in my office."

He more of less ended up pulling me behind the desk, and into a short corridor, leading me into a room to the right, which turned out to be Aaron's office. It was spacious and modern,like the rest of the hotel. I didn't have much time to look around, much less say anything, before Aaron soon pushed me up against the door, his hands traveling to my belly, which started to tingle like crazy from his touch.

"You're carrying my spawn..." he moaned into my ear, beginning to kiss my neck, causing me to shiver and freeze.

The way he said that... why did it feel so... obvious? I didn't resist his actions, unable to hold back a small one one he began to suck at a sensitive spot. For some reason it felt like I already knew what was going on. It's an impossible feeling to explain. I just knew now.

The next time I faced him, his perfect face was not the same. His eyes were the glowing red ones I thought I had seen the night we slept together. Horns we're sticking out from his forehead. His teeth were sharp, like the fangs of a carnivores, and his ears and tongue pointy. I couldn't be scared though. Because deep in my soul, somehow I remembered now. Or, "remembered" is the wrong word. "Knew" is better, because it was more of a feeling than a memory.

"I knew I was right when I told Steve you were a real devil."

Aaron laughed, his pointy teeth flashed clearly as he did. Now as he caressed my belly more, I felt his claws.

"You're dealing with this so well... I knew I made the right choice that night," he said happily, quietly, carefully using his claws to stroke my belly, round and round in circles. "I didn't think I'd manage to make you pregnant, but here you are. And you came right back to daddy... How are you?"

I swallowed, hard, finally my body starting to act somewhat right since my pulse started going crazy while I was staring up at the demons face. Still no fear though.

"Pissed. Hungry. Constantly horny. You're one hell of a one night stand, you know that right? Ever since that fucking night...-"

"Hush now... don't be so upset. Can't be good for the baby. Or is it babies? You look so big already... I love it. Don't worry so much now, hm? Since you're adapting so nicely to this, I'm sure we can make an arrangement. Can I get you anything?"

I was trying to look at least a little angry, since I didn't want to let him know that he was sweeping me off my feet again, even with this horrifying face. I felt every muscle of my face relax more and more though, just like the rest of my body. I needed to listen to it. The heat that was beginning to grow wasn't going to go away by itself.

"I want your cum..."

Pleased, Aaron grabbed my chin to pull me into a heated kiss. His grin was as big as ever.

"As you wish, baby daddy..."

*A few weeks later*

"Ah..."

"What is it? Another one?"

"Mhm..."

"They're getting closer. That's exciting."

"Easy for you to say! You're not the one who has to deal with them!"

My belly was bigger than I had ever imagined it would be. The past month, I had lived at the Astoria, in a Suite that was more like Aaron's second home. The entire hotel was run by Aaron's kind, which was, obviously, demons. Because he had impregnated me, I had been under the influence of his magic, and I had learned a lot about it. It was because of that my emotions and instincts had been the way they were. And why I had been craving cum constantly... Much still didn't make sense, but carrying his child just made me accept everything. Steve... was a different story though. He barely dared to come and visit, after the truth was revealed to him. He forced himself to though, since he cared for me. However, my pregnancy had some side effects on normal humans, and let's just say it's the reason why me and Steve had sex on several more occasions, often while Aaron watched or even joined. He really enjoyed the situation, and honestly... so did I. My life had taken the weirdest of turns and I loved it. Now though... things were about the change again. Hopefully, just moving on to another chapter in life that could be as great.

It took a while before another contraction hit me. I was laying on the couch in Aaron's office, while he was sitting behind his desk, working. I sent a bitter glare his way when he looked over at me and grinned slyly.

"You're just so hot when you're in pain."

I rubbed my huge belly and moaned again, feeling the baby move some. I had learned over the past month how much Aaron enjoyed my state, and that he loved teasing me about it. No complaints from me though... I loved it.

"You're lucky you're such a smooth talker, you nasty demon," I muttered bitterly, shutting my eyes, but I had to open them again only a second later, gasping in surprise to find Aaron on top of me.

"What did you say to me?" he growled playfully, his flawless human face replaced my his scary demonic one. I knew this game.

"I said, you're a nasty demon..."

I didn't have to wait long for a "punishment". The demon had pulled down my pants and wrapped his fingers around my cock, stroking it teasingly.

"Oh, am I?" he whispered into my ear, his pointy, wet tongue tickling it as he licked around it. "Then what are you?"

I could feel how one of his fingers searched it's way to my asshole, and he began to finger me. I moaned, automatically grabbing onto my belly.

"Ngh... I'm your pregnant man slut..."

"And more?"

"I'm such a horny bitch who loves to fuck my best friend infront of my master... I have no shame... ngh fuck... I can never say no to cock, not even when I'm too big and pregnant to see my own dick..."

My own answer turned me on further. It seemed to please Aaron as well, since he kept on going.

"And...?"

"I'm a hungry fucking cum slut who loves to be pregnant... I can't wait to be my master's breeding bitch again... o-oh fuck Aaron, please just fuck me already!!"

I got desperate so fast, bucking my hips the best I could, panting desperately from how much I craved Aaron's dick, even though I was struggling with an aching back and contractions. I was obsessed.

"Good boy... damn, I love this Keith, I really do. I'm going to have to knock you up right after our little boy finally is out."

He pulled me up from the couch, only to positing me on all fours, with my hands on the backpiece of the couch, for support. Lately, my ass had been so easily stretched and wet, that I never needed any prep, so it was easy for Aaron to shove his cock in once it was hard, and that didn't take very long. I almost screamed, as a contraction hit me the same time as he began to thrust into me. The pleasure and pain was definitely a combo out of this world.

"Fuck me! Fuck me before I go into full labor... fuck me until I can't take it anymore! Ngh, oh, shit..."

I gripped hard to the couch, pushing my ass back at Aaron everytime he pushed his cock deeper into my ass. My belly was so heavy and my chest swollen. Sometimes, a drop of milk or two would drip from my nipples. I had to support my hanging belly in this position, since it was just so heavy.

We kept going, just as passionate as ever. Ever so often, my moans would be from the pain from the contractions that was growing closer rapidly. Aaron was leaning over me, reaching for my chest to squeeze my hard nipple while still fucking my asshole roughly. I was crazy wet... dripping juice every time he pulled out and pushed back in. And now as he squeezed my nipple, I was actually squirting milk.

"You're such a good little whore," Aaron moaned into my ear, panting hard, and I could feel that he was getting close. My eyes were tearing up and my mind was becoming a blurr from all the sensations and emotions.

"O-oh please fill me up o-one last time before I have this baby... I need your cum... fuck I'm so close..."

Aaron's only response was an equally loud moan. His stamina was something to brag about definitely, because even after fucking me for a good while, he managed to speed up his face, grabbing onto my hips tightly. It sent me over the edge almost immediately, giving me one of the most powerful orgasms so far, making me cum allover the nice couch. But not only that, a lot of juice started gushing out of my stretched out asshole once Aaron pulled his cock out. I bit my lip at the feeling that came over me next. Hot, burning, pain. Another contraction that seemed to squeeze my entire being, and I gasped for air.

"Aaron!"

Suddenly I was alone, making me blink in surprise, panting, looking around even though I knew the demon was gone. I moaned and panted so e more, sinking down on the floor, holding onto my belly. For the first time in a while, fear was coming over me. I was really about to give birth.

The door opened, and Aaron came inside with two more people. Employees and friends of his, Zoe Wells, a black haired beauty, and James Koch, the blonde receptionist. Obviously, demons.

"You two always make such a mess," Zoe sighed but hurried to my aid, They'd all brought several things, like towels, water, and what I didn't dare to look at closely, but seemed to be surgical instruments. Once again, it felt like I was in a movie.

"Shut up and help me Zoe," Aaron growled, both of them moving me over to the middle of the floor, where James had spread out a towel. I was only panicking... a little bit.

"Shouldn't there be a doctor here at least?! Since I can't be at the fucking hospit...- Ohhhnggggh!"

I had to grip onto both of them really tightly, feeling like my insides were being squeezed by iron hands. I had to breathe so heavy and fast, trying not to succumb to the pain. I knew this was only the beginning. The baby was working itself out of my body, slowly. I just had to hang in there.

"You don't trust us to deliver your baby? I'm offended," James said while rolling his eyes, beginning to prepare by disinfecting pretty much everything that he seemed to plan to use. I did not want to look at this tools, feeling sick just from the thought. Somehow, it all felt a little easier to deal with, thanks to that short, intense sex we'd just had. I was thankful for that, because hell was literally breaking lose inside me.

"Shut up! Nghhhh fuck that hurts!"

Aaron squeezed my hand, and I could lean against him. Zoe helped me spread my legs, checking on my belly, feeling it.

"Just keep going like that," she said, patting my arm. "You have to wait for a while until you can push. You've stretched out quite wide but not wide enough just yet..."

I wanted nothing more than to push this baby out and be over with it, but I also knew it wasn't that simple. I kept getting the strong contractions for another thirty minutes, and at one point I had a raging boner from how turned on the pain and my own moans was making me. Aaron ended up jerking me off until I came and it really helped.

"I think you can start push now..."

James's words were such a relief, once they were spoken. I was a trembling, gasping mess, and I wanted nothing more than to push. Zoe and Aaron helped me keep me legs up and back, while I pushed. The progress was slow and the pain almost surreal, but I could feel I was slowly getting to the end of the tunnel. Or at least the baby was. It was just so... big. I was holding into my belly, leaning forward somewhat as I struggled to push, the head just barely poking out of my ass. It burned, so bad, and I thought I was going to explode.

"HE'S STUCK!" I groaned, desperately trying to push but I just wasn't getting the baby to move. I was so exhausted by now and almost ready to give up. The baby was just TOO BIG.

"You're almost there Keith," James said, his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wider. "Come on, just another push or two."

"Hnnn, fh... FUCK!!"

I screamed, gasping before giving all I had for another strong push. It was followed by an awful, sharp, stinging pain. I heard James make a small hissing sound, and I knew I must have torn, but I couldn't focus on that. Everything changed. The baby's head finally came out enough for me to be able to give another hard, frustrated push, and the entire head was suddenly out. I screamed again, but I didn't know whether it was out of pain or victory. I felt James's hands, and how he carefully pulled the tiny body out of my own. Moments later, screams and cries from our new born son filled the room, and despite being a broken, shaking mess, I wanted nothing more than to hold him. He was placed on my chest, a red little screaming mess, wet from blood and other body fluids. He was such a big baby... yet so small. He moved his tiny arms and legs, his face one big grimace. Many of his veins were visible, and all black. Little devil child.

I looked up at Aaron,only for a moment, unable to look away too long from this little miraculous monster.

I hadn’t expected the night with Aaron to be more than a one night stand. I remember thinking that right before falling asleep that night. The oddest thing though, was that the next day, I woke up incredibly hangover... in my own bed. But I did not remember going home. It had me worried and confused at first, making me wonder if it all just had been a really realistic dream, or if it had really happened. Had I been drugged or...? Nah. After getting up, I knew it hadn’t been a dream at least. I felt sore allover, and every little mark made on my skin last night was there. It was just so weird... everything that had happened. But I guessed I just wasn’t used to doing things like that anymore, since I usually was the biggest couch potato I knew. 

I tried not to spend too much time thinking about the whole event, even though it was hard. I hadn’t saved Aaron’s number or anything, and he didn’t try to contact me either. Not going to lie, it was a big disappointment. It had definitely been a special night, and probably the best fuck I’d ever had, so of course I would have loved to have it happen again. But I tried to be positive and move on, trying to see this as a development for my character. I needed to be more brave and spontaneous, that was it. However... The next few weeks, things just got weirder. 

I slowly but surely got more and more horny. Every day, I woke up with a boner, usually from a rather hot dream. The smallest and weirdest things would turn me on, such as the way someone talked, even if it was about something as simple as making a Starbucks order, or sometimes if I touched something pleasant, like a soft blanket, or ate something tasty. At first, it was just a little annoying. But day by day, the horniness increased, and I started masturbating more than usual. It just... didn’t do it. I connected it to the fact that I had gone without sex for a really long time, and now after getting laid really good, it was hard to adjust to not getting anything at all. And maybe hormones, who knows. But it got me more easily annoyed than usual. I lashed out on friends and coworkers for small things, without really meaning too, just feeling too frustrated to contain myself. Eventually, I had had enough, and for the first time in years, I downloaded a couple of dating apps. One thing led to another, and suddenly I was meeting up with new guys, a few times a week. And yes, I had sex. and a lot of it. It was like my frustration just pushed my normal shyness away, to allow me to get what I needed, apparently. None of the sex was quite as good as what I’d had with Aaron. I actually tried going back to the club twice, but he wasn’t around either at the times. Or maybe he was avoiding me... For some reason. I wouldn’t know. 

The next thing that came to annoy me was that I was gaining weight. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering how I didn’t exactly work out, or do much of physical activities in general, since the couch and bed was my best friend, and I worked in front of a computer, sitting by my desk, eight to ten hours a day. I tried to pull myself together, and bought myself a gym card so I could get rid of that belly I now had to struggle with every morning to get my pants on. It didn’t seem to help much, no matter how many days a week I went to work out. That belly of mine just seemed to grow bigger, now not just looking fat, but oddly bloated. I was getting nauseous and scared, my “logical” part of the brain telling me that I surely had some extremely rare kind of cancer or tumor and that I would die any day if I didn’t go and see the doctor. So that was what I did. And in a way, I would soon wish I never had done that. 

“I...-”

I definitely lost my breath for a second, staring at the result of the x-ray I just had gone through. The doctor seemed beyond puzzled and rather awkward, and my mind was only going blank. 

“Obviously I’m asking for professional reasons only... but I have to ask, because of these result. I take it that you’ve transitioned from female to male, but it wasn’t something that was mentioned in your medical records. I have to say, it can be very dangerous, especially if a rare pregnancy like this would happen. Being on testosterone, or any hormone therapy really, doesn’t always exclude the chances of conception. I’m just surprised you didn’t come in earlier. I’ll have to refer you to one of our midwifes for a better consultation. “

Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. PREGNANT. I was surrounded by a thick bubble, closing out every word coming out of the doctors mouth. It had to be a mistake. Yet, deep inside, my body was telling me, this was the case. Even though it should be biologically impossible, I knew it was the truth. Call it instinct, or whatever, but that was it. I kept staring at the fat, bald man in front of me, his grey, tired eyes looking right at me, his mouth kept on moving. There was judgement and discomfort radiating off him the entire time. My hand was pressed against my stomach the entire time, the round shape being rather obvious now, even though I looked fat rather  than pregnant. 

“... is my recommendation. How does that sound?”

“Eh?” 

I was forced to snap out of my shocked state, seeing as the doctor was expecting an answer. My entire body was shaking, my eyes moving back and forth between him and the pictures on the table. 

“I... I’m sorry, can you say that again?”

He sighed, this time almost in an annoyed manner. 

“One of nurses might have a small spot open right now, she could give you a better ultra sound and provide you with the necessary information. Do you want me to call and check, or do you want to wait and make another appointment?”

I swallowed. Heart pounding harder and harder. I could hear my own heart as if it was right next to my ear. My throat was so dry, but I managed to muster a response for him. 

“Oh, please, I’d be happy if she could squeeze me in right away.” 

The doctor only nodded, picking up his office phone to make the call. Only 15 minutes later, I was welcomed into a room I never had expected myself to be in, ever. The chair and ultra sound machine looked like the kind you saw in movies. The nurse was a young brunette with a kind smile and cute dimples. Her names was Wendy. The walls there were framed pictures of pregnant bellies, drawings of babies growing inside the womb, and sperm meeting an egg. I got to sit down and lean back, feeling numb to the world. 

“If you just pull of your shirt... yes, good. I’m going to put some of this cream on, so it’s gonna get a little cold, just a warning for you.”

I was lucky,  Wendy had a calming effect on me, her voice being sweet and comforting, and her touch very gentle. Her behavior was ideal for her profession. I shivered when she put on the clear, thick cream, pressing some buttons on the machine, before she started the examination. She pressed the ultra sound tool against the lower part of my stomach, moving it around slowly. The pictures on this scan was much different than the previous ones, but the fact remained. The shape that was made out, was the one of a child. 

“Oh,” Wendy said quietly, rather surprised, and it had me on the edge immediately. 

“What is it?”

It came out more like a whisper than anything, but my throat was too dry for anything else. I had stopped wondering how this was possible, still in too much of shock, only thinking about what the situation looked like. 

“I’m just surprised you’re so far along. I’d estimate you to be around... 16 to 17 weeks. Baby looks good, from what I can see it’s a healthy little chickpea. Would you be interested to know if...-”

“B... boy or girl?” I asked, surprising myself, just kind of staring at the screen and fascination as much as fear. 

Wendy kept moving the tool around on my bloated belly, nodding slowly. 

“It’s a boy.”

I got to take some pictures from the ultrasound with me home. 

“To show your partner,” Wendy had said and smiled very cheerfully. I hadn’t said anything. They all thought I was a transman who had misjudged my own fertility. But I clearly had a womb inside me. With a living thing inside it. A little living thing that was growing into a baby boy. And no matter how weird it was, it was the reality I had to accept, no matter how much it made me panic. I went straight home, and made sure to gather the last energy I had to call my boss to call in sick for the next couple of days. After I hung up with her, I was completely drained, and I ended up on the bed, curling up underneath the blanket, the pictures laying upside down on the bedside table. My hand kept moving to my belly, and the numbness began to fade. I was pregnant. Four months pregnant. And there was so many questions. How, how, how. And switch around those letter, WHO? I had not slept with ANYONE four months ago. Before Aaron, which was barely a little more than a month earlier, I hadn’t had sex in over a year. None of this made sense, and I honestly couldn’t panic anymore than I already had, my energy tank being pretty much as empty as it could be. I could rubbing my belly, not really being able to stop. I had someone’s baby in there. I was a pregnant man. The thought was making me feel really hot all of a sudden. Why? Most people would find it totally repulsive... but there I was, rubbing my round stomach, feeling how I was getting hard just from thinking about it. 

“I’m pregnant...” I whispered to myself. Hearing myself say it was a completely different thing from hearing the doctor or nurse say anything. “I’m pregnant. I’m four months fucking pregnant.”

I had a full hard-on with a minute. All kind of scenarios was flashing in my mind, my hands automatically pulling down my hands and boxers, and I began to jerk off. The feeling was pretty intense, immediately, in way that was different from what I usually felt. But it was so... great. I kept going. 

“I’m a pregnant man... I’m pregnant with some other man’s baby... Fuck... I’m just gonna keep growing bigger with this baby. People will see me as a freak... But it won’t stop this. They can’t stop this. I’m a horny, pregnant slut...”

It was the most bizarre thing, since never in my life was pregnancy something I had considered hot, or arousing in any way, especially not since I had no interest in women, and they were usually the ones who were pregnant... except for trans individuals then. 

I couldn’t stop repeating all this things, feeling so incredibly hot and dirty, and the amount of cum I released when I climaxed was insane... And despite being exhausted, I had to change bed sheets and shower after that. The entire time in the shower I kept caressing my belly, trying to inspect myself from all possible angles in the mirror, my dick still so hard and leaking the rest of the little cum I had left. That was it. No matter how, I would have this baby. This had to happen for a reason. I just had to figure out how the hell I would work this out...

I had to tell Steve. Obviously. He was my best friend, and the closest to a boyfriend I could come honestly. Platonic boyfriend, you could say. After dealing with my own shock, it was easier to deal with his. He was basically panicking for hours, pacing back and forth in my living room, pale as a ghost, after I had called him over to talk. But things calmed down. I begged him to just push the word “impossible” aside, and help me get through this. And since he wasn’t my best friend for nothing, he did, after a little while of ranting about the all dangers that I was about to go through.

“It has to be that guy from the club,” Steve insisted, for the forth time that evening. We were eating Chinese on the couch, some random show being turned on on the TV. I was covered up my a blanked, but not because I was cold, but because I was trying to hide the raging boner I was struggling with, and had been for the past hour. Even though I had mentioned that I had been having some “arousal issues” since all of this started, I hadn’t wanted to go all into detail about it... 

“It can’t be. That was just last month. I told you, the nurse said I was about four months along,” I said, shaking my head while chewing on my stir fried noodles. But Steve was not satisfied with the response.

“So? You said you didn’t fuck ANYONE around the time you supposedly... you know... got knocked up. And everything was SO weird about that night, from what you told me. Like, come on, I saw him. He looked inhumanly hot. And you fell asleep there, but woke up here at home. What if he was a fucking alien disguised as a human, here on some sick mission?!”

“STEVE! Not helping! I’m not pregnant with some fucking slime blob!”

“I’m not saying you are. This is just another level of weird, so we have to be able to expect anything!”

In a way he was right. Me being pregnant was unbelievable enough. But aliens? I honestly didn’t know what to think. In a way, I wish I remembered where Aaron lived. It felt like it would have made things easier to talk to him. But I had been too drunk, and making mental notes on his address had not been a priority of mine that night, so to speak. But....

“Astoria!”

“Come again?”

It had hit me, out of the blue.

"It's the name of the hotel Aaron said he's the manager at! If that wasn't a lie, I should be able to find him there, right?!"

Steve's eyes went big.

"Ummmmm, yes? Wait, let me Google it... Damn!"

I was getting more horny just thinking of Aaron... I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't help it. He made me feel so... Hungry. As Steve did his detective work, I was doing my best to push away all horny thoughts and feelings. But my fantasy was rushing away again, at the memory of Aaron's cock, how it had felt, and tasted...

"Aaron Schaade, that's gotta be him... At least he didn't lie. Fuck man... I have to work tomorrow. But I want to go with you if you decide to go there. Hey, you're drooling... What the fuck Keith?" My friend laughed at me by this point, and I realized I had been staring at his crotch the entire time. Luckily he hadn't seemed to noticed that.

"Aaron Schaade? Uh, I guess, otherwise it's a very weird coincidence... Sorry, I just got really tired. Would you mind staying over tonight? I'd really need that right now... Having you around keeps me calm." That wasn't a lie. In this mad situation I needed my best friend support. Steve agreed, which had me relieved, and he made sure I got into bed and all. Despite being horny, I was still quite exhausted, and I managed to fall asleep pretty quickly. I was woken up a few hours later though, surprisingly, by someone's touch. I slowly opened my eyes, only to see Steve, with his hands on my swollen belly. His eyes seemed tired and kind of... Off. Like he wasn't quite there in a way. Or very distracted.

"Keith... You're so fucking hot like this," he whispered, catching me off guard.

"What the...-" I started, but quickly shut up, finding myself getting aroused by his touch, and immediately craving more of it. My nipples stiffened quickly under Steve's touch, and he began to tease one of them while still rubbing my belly.

"You were moaning in your sleep," he continued, his hand moving to the bulge in my boxers. "I thought you had a nightmare so I wanted to check on you but... Fuck, there's something about this. I've always thought you're cute and all but... Seeing you like this makes me want to fuck you..."

I felt so awkward, trying to fit in in a place like this. I wasn't a smooth flirt like my bestie, Steve. Going to this gay club was his idea, since he'd gotten tired of my love life simply consisting of the fictional love I'd receive in my countless RPG-games. He knew I loved everything romantic and cheesy, just like he knew that I just couldn't put myself out there, always feeling like a total clutz whenever things included flirting or dating. My last few boyfriends hadn't been... quite right, not really sharing my view of where the relationship would go and so on.

Steve insisted that tonight was for fun only though, that I shouldn't make any expectations or worry too much, like I always tended to do. Let loose, he'd said. But now, I was just feeling stiff and totally out of place, drinking my drink a little too quickly, at least hoping some alcohol would help. Steve had caught someone's interest, and apparently it was just the guy Steve had hoped for, and now they were standing very close to eachother, further away, probably having a very interesting "conversation".

In all honesty, I wanted to leave. The new season of the series I was watching on Netflix had been released a few days earlier and I was sure I would enjoy that much more than this. Even if I saw several guys that definitely caught my eye, there was no way I dared to make a move. I wasn't like Steve. Which was probably why I'd end up still being single by 40, with a bunch of cats or a few dogs.

I was just finishing my drink, about to turn to walk outside, at least for a little bit of fresh air, when the most typical, cliché, teen romance movie thing happened. I bumped right into someone who'd been standing behind me. I was startled and immediately got flustered, once again proving just how clumsy I could be, beginning to try to apologize when I kind of lost my words somewhere. Before me stood a man that I had done my best not to look at the entire time we had been at the club. He was easily somewhere above 6 feet, nearly a head taller than me. His skin was flawless, tanned perfection. Hair cut short, in a modern sharp cut, being the color of dark chocolate. His eyes, somewhat narrow and bright green, a big contrast to the rest of his appearance. He looked like he had the body of a model, from what I could tell. It wasn't like he didn't know that, considering his muscle fit t-shirt and slim fit jeans. He had the brightest smile you could imagine, teeth like a movie star. His entire being screamed model, celebrity... too good to be real. It was honestly almost scary, because it almost hurt, just how attracted I felt towards this man, who was clearly out of my league. I had seen how everyone had swarmed around him, every time I had failed to keep my eyes off him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" he said, speaking with a voice that was smooth like velvet.

I did not expect an apology when I was the one who'd bumped into him, but I tried to respond despite my surprise.

"It... uh, it's fine! It was my fault. Um, sorry, I was just going..."

I tried to pass him, feeling how my face was getting more and more red by the second, but the hot stranger stepped out infront of me, blocking the way. It confused me further, so I stepped back quickly, just wanting to get away from the place before I made things worse. I could barely look at the guy, but with what he had to say next, I kind of had to.

"Please don't go just yet! I've been wanting to buy you a drink all night..."

"I g... what?"

I must have looked just as shocked as I felt, because Mr.Perfect started laughing.

"I'm sorry, I hope I'm not messing something up for you. I just thought the guy you came with was your boyfriend, but I guess he's not...?"

He nodded in the direction of Steve and his flirt, who now was making out against a wall further inside of the club. I was far too confused by now, only wondering what kind of set up this was. It had to be a joke, right?

That was what I kept thinking, after I somehow agreed to let him but me a drink. Through the two hours we spent talking, about this and that, everything and nothing, me mostly wondering what the hell was going on. His name was Aaron, 32 years old, unexpectedly enough he was not a model or a celebrity of any kind, at least not what he said, but a hotel manager for one of those spa resort hotels by the coast. He loved dogs and traveling, his favourite food was basically anything with avocado. He enjoyed Indie-pop and jazz music, but admitted he sometimes would listen to just Taylor Swift for days. He was a frequent visitor there apparently, since he noted that he hadn't seen me around before, to which I admitted I was not much of a club goer. I lost count on how many drinks I'd had when Aaron asked me if I'd be up to go "somewhere else", and somehow I had managed to leave enough of my nervousness behind to say yes. This was nothing I usually did but... tonight something was just different. Besides, I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought many dirty things through our conversation.

All of it brought me to his apartment, only a cab ride later. Aaron had barely shut the door behind us before I was pinned against it, his body pressed against mine. My mental barriers had collapsed, and he didn't have to wait for me to go with the flow of what was happening, our lips meeting for the first time in a heated, hungry kiss. I wanted him to have all of me, just like I wanted all of him.

"Bedroom," he breathed against my lips, grabbing my ass firmly was both his hands as he did his best to lead me through the dark apartment, while still kissing me. It was all just like in a movie really, the last thing I had expected to experience tonight. But there was no way I could say no to this. Not a chance.

Aaron pushed me down on the bed, getting on top of me. I whimpered, feeling my cock pulsing inside my pants, fully erected and aching for touch. The bulge in Aaron's pants was quite obvious as well.

"I want to suck your cock so bad," I moaned in-between kisses, rubbing the bulge with one hand, my other pressing Aaron's face closer to mine. He bit my lip, obviously turned on by my comment, smoothly moving to unbutton his jeans.

"Mm, as you wish..."

Soon Aaron was the one laying down on the bed, pants and boxers pulled down, leaving his big, erect cock exposed, just for me. I couldn't remember I time where I had felt this drawn to give a blowjob to someone... but even Aaron's cock looked perfect. Not too long, but definitely thick, was a defined head and visible veins. I wasn't late to take a mouthful of him, wrapping my fingers around the base while I started sucking, my entire body feeling ecstatic and more than ready to do whatever it would take to please this man. Aaron definitely seemed to like it, soon releasing low moans, holding onto my hair while I sucked and licked his manhood, especially enjoying sucking his large, warm balls.

"Does that taste good, huh?" he whispered huskily, pushing his hips up so that his entire dick was shoved all the way into my mouth. I almost felt like choking on his girth but at the same time it turned me on even more, and I did my best to deepthroat him a few times before pausing to breathe and reply, saliva dripping from my mouth.

"It's delicious," I answered sheepishly, getting ready to continue, but Aaron sat up and pulled me closer, this time for another wet, messy kiss.

"Good boy. Turn around and keep sucking while I have some fun with your pretty little ass..."

I would not say no to that. I tried to move as quickly as possible without knocking Aaron or anything. THAT would have been embarrassing. Somehow I managed to get rid of my pants and underwear without doing so. Aaron had taken off his t-shirt, revealing move tanned skin and muscles, helping me rather quickly to lose mine, leaving us both completely naked.

As I got on down all four, back at sucking that perfect cock of his, Aaron seemed to enjoy the buffet that was placed infront of his face, one of his hands immediately finding my hard dick, playing and stroking it. His other hand... and tongue, got busy elsewhere. A shot of electricity seemed to rush through me when his tongue and finger began to explore my ass. He was definitely used to this, that much I could tell. His tongue caressed every little sensitive spot, teasing my asshole, making me moan and whine over and over, still sucking his cock stubbornly. He began fingering me, preparing my tight hole for what was coming. I could barely wait. I wanted to get fucked so bad...

To think I had almost left the club early, almost missing out on this, was unbelievable. I was seriously experiencing the night of my life so far. The alcohol and arousal was definitely doing a lot of good right now.

Eventually, the fingers I had enjoyed having inside of me for a while, was pulled out. I whined, taking Aaron's cock out of my mouth.

"Don't stop now~!"

He had me crawl off him though, his hands gently guiding me, getting me up on my knees so he could kiss me again. He seemed amused, and even though it was kind of dark in his bedroom, I could feel his smile when he kissed me.

"If I let you keep sucking I'm not going to last. That mouth of yours knows what it's doing. But I want your ass to take care of the rest."

I didn't have one single complaint about that. I was more than ready.

"Please fuck me," I begged, kind of sinking down in the bed, on my back, my cock leaking precum, just like Aaron's. I watched him turn around, probably for his bedside table. He seemed to be looking for something, I heard him curse under his breath.

"What is it?"

It comes out more like a whine than a question.

Aaron turns back to me, with a bottle of lube in his hand.

"I'm out of condoms..."

Right. And like the stupid clutz I am, I didn't bring any either, since I definitely didn't plan on having a one night stand. But I was desperate by now... I don't know what I would do if we had to stop. In that moment, it felt worth the risk.

"I don't care if you don't! I... I mean... I just... I'm clean, I promise. Fuck Aaron, I..."

I didn't have to continue, Aaron was already back with me, kissing me just like before, still as passionate.

"If you say it's fine, it's fine for me too."

I was more than relieved about those words,my cravings for his cock being way too overwhelming by now. I was in such a mood... something I never quite had been in. I almost felt drugged, besides the alcohol.

I watched him use the lube on himself, almost exploding from watching him stroke himself. I couldn't keep my words in my mouth anymore.

"I-I need your cock so bad. I want you to make me scream while you fuck me like the little slut I am. Please Aaron, I need your...-"

He was fast. Almost too fast. I must have triggered him further because he seemed even more eager than before. He was pushing his cock into me, pressing it into my tight hole. I gasped slightly, spreading my legs further, pulling them up and back using my hands. To feel my insides being stretched out was pure bliss, and by this point I couldn't shut up.

"Please, fuck my dirty little ass! Spread it good... It's been so long since I had a real man's dick inside me! Please make me your fucking slut, I promise I'll be good!"

Aaron's thrust was firm and kept a good rythm. His eyes were locked with mine, but they seemed different now. Hungrier. If I hadn’t been so drunk and aroused, I could have sworn they turned crimson red for a moment. Every word that slipped past my lips seemed to make him thrust a little harder.

"I knew you'd be perfect for me... You're the best little slut. Does that feel good, hm? Does your little ass want more?"

"Nghhhh, yes, PLEASE! More! I need your cock so bad..."

He lifted my hips, pushing even harder this time, causing me to shut my eyes tightly from the sting of pain blending with the hot pleasure that was filling me. Aaron made me want to be the dirtiest I ever could be... there wasn't enough words to express how horny I was. The more this man pounded into me, the more I craved. He stroked my cock the entire time and as much as I wanted to cum all over the place I wanted this to last for as long as possible.

We changed position, went for doggy style. This way we could keep a different kind of pace, faster, at a better rythm. Both of us were moaning and panting, definitely not caring about any neighbors that we possibly could be disturbing.

"Fuck... You're gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing my dick like that," Aaron moaned, gripping onto my hips even harder.

His movements were beginning to send me over the edge by now, I didn't know for how much longer I would be able to last. And I wanted to make Aaron cum as well.

"I want you to fill me up! Cum inside," I begged, gripping so hard onto the sheets every time Aaron pushed himself deep into my ass, knowing it would be much longer now. I heard him snort, but in a amused manner. My arms was shaking from exhaustion, ready to give away any moment now. Just as Aaron moaned loudly, and I felt his seed begin to fill my inside, I came as well, falling face down into the mattress while stroking my own cock, my ass still being fucked, but at a slower pace, and less rough.

"Ffffuck..."

"Mmm there we go... Good boy. Heh. Mhn, you're gonna squeeze every drop out of me, aren't you? Ngh."