PussyGirl

We knew it would be risky to meet. We’d chatted for months about our desires, our interests, and our attraction to each other. But more than that, we’d shared our breeding kink, and a promise - that no matter what, when we fucked, I’d finish inside you.

And yet, here we were.

As we kissed deeply, I pushed my bare cock inside you. For a moment, you felt worried. You worried, thinking that maybe I should pull out, even after all our talk about breeding when we met. You knew it was a big step, and there would be no turning back, especially since you weren’t on birth control, and you were ovulating. But you wanted me to fuck you, you wanted to feel me fill you, and you knew that neither of us wanted to use a condom.

Then I thrust into you, hard, and all that was thrown away. The only thing on your mind was the feeling of being so wonderfully filled by cock.

You were lost in pleasure in that moment. All your worries and concerns were washed away by the feeling of me inside you, bare, skin against skin. Nothing mattered other than that amazing sensation. You could only sigh in pleasure and satisfaction as I thrust into you over and over again, gasping as my cock filled you. You subconsciously pulled me deeper, opening up, knowing that you would only truly be satisfied if you felt my seed flood into you.

I told you I was getting close, but it didn’t mean anything to you any more. All you heard was the possibility of more, of feeling me inside you, and you gasped in delight. You were moaning and writhing underneath me, lost in pleasure and the the need to take my seed, to feel my essence fill your womb. Without knowing it consciously, you had locked your legs around me, and were gripping me tightly, pulling me in, and begging for me to go deeper.

I obliged, of course.

I bottomed out in you, pushing my cockhead deep inside you, pulsing, throbbing, and releasing my load deep inside you, filling your cervix with my seed. The feeling of my cum flooding your fertile womb pushed you over the edge, and you came, hard, on my throbbing cock.

As you came down from the high of orgasm, you felt more satisfied than you ever had.

Fantasizing about being in your car. The date had gone well, and shortly after finishing our drinks, we were making out in your back seat Straddling you, my thick thighs exposed from where my skirt was riding up. Your hands all over my firm body, searching for hemlines and zippers. I could feel your cock against my clit, only your jeans and my soaked panties between them.

Your tongue was in my mouth and one hand under my shirt, grabbing a fistfull of tit, the other was wrapped in my hair, keeping me close, pulling me in.

You asked if I wanted to fuck and sheepishly, I declined. I wanted you so bad but I didn’t want to risk getting caught in the parkinglot. Maybe we could head back to my place?

You were too demanding, though. You hard parked in a dark corner of the lot for a reason. I felt a hand at my pantyline, a fingertip just dipping into my wetness. With one swift movement, you unzipped yourself and pulled my panties to the side.

Suddenly you were inside me. I was so wet that trying to tighten my muscles to slow you didn’t work, only encouraging you. You pumped into me, pushing deeper and deeper and deeper with each stroke.

I knew I couldn’t fight you. After all, we both knew what we came here to do. All I could do was brace myself against the car’s ceiling and ride you out. You were thrusting so deeply into me, stretching me and opening me up. You had managed to loosen my breasts out of my low-cut, and were hungrily sucking on a nipple. You groaned in pleasure, complimenting my tightness, punctuated with a slap on my ass.

I felt a rising wave of pleasure, accepting my role as your fleshlight for the evening. My comfort didn’t matter, my nerves didn’t matter, the fear of being caught didn’t mattered. All that mattered was that you were enjoying me. Your needs superseded mine, I knew I had to submit to your wishes. Despite my shame, I couldn’t hold back my own cries of enjoyment. I moaned into my arm, trying to muffle myself.

Encouraged by my obvious pleasure, your strokes deepened. I could tell you were getting close to climaxing. I begged futiley for you not to cum inside of me, reminding you I was fertile, but I should have known that would only encouraged you. You came like a freight train, exploding deep inside me. Your face was pressed against my breasts, your hands on my ass, pulling me down into every thrust as you spurted. You kept pumping me until you finally stopped cumming. Breathing heavily, you stayed inside of me, holding me firm, keeping me plugged full of you. I could feel our mixed juices running down my thighs, over your balls, probably staining the seats. I was so full of you, so violated by you. I knew my body was yours.