Tag: impregnation

eros-muse:

Every thrust has me wondering if
today would be the day, if today he’d flood me and knock me up. I know that I
don’t want it, that I keep telling him to be safe, to be careful but my
boyfriend doesn’t listen. He loves to fuck me, to show me that I’m his in the
most primal way and once he gets me going, my body tight and needy he knows I
won’t stop him no matter what he does. It’s not every day, it’s not even
regular or anything I can plan it’s just that some days he decides that he’s
going to fuck me bare. Though that last part he does more often than not,
fucking into me without any protection or barriers between us as he calls me
his babydoll while he drives me to orgasm after orgasm. He knows how risky it
is, how I can’t take birth control and how him being in me bare is such a risk.
He knows but he doesn’t care, because he likes to claim me, to mark me as his,
to flood my insides with his cum and tell me that I’m his, his and no one elses.

The good thing is that he doesn’t
always cum inside, in fact more often than not he’ll pull out to splatter his
cum on my back or my stomach or my face. I love that feeling, the hot sticky
streaks of it all over me, marking me and showing that I’m his. The cum inside
of me marks me even more, the fact that he doesn’t plan it, that he simply
decides it in that last heartbeat before he explodes makes that risk so much
more intense. Every time, every thrust inside could be the one before he floods
me with his cum and no matter how many times I remind him of the risk, how many
times I warn him that he’ll put a baby in me he does it anyways.

I can’t say that I really hate
it, I love that feeling, the way he swells and twitches inside of me as he
fills me. I love how he gasps and groans and his hands tighten on my body
slamming deep and holding me still while he floods me. It’s probably the most
intense feeling in the world, that moment before he cums where I’m wondering if
he’ll pull out and be safe or if he’ll flood me and risk our futures for the
chance to mark me, to feel me clench and flutter around him as he pours himself
into me.

I don’t hate it but I definitely
don’t want to get pregnant yet, I have to finish school and then get a job and
begin our lives together. I want his babies and he knows that, but he also
knows the risks, the way him knocking me up would endanger the easy future we
want but he doesn’t care. I can always feel him behind me, can see it in his
eyes that lust to flood me that he doesn’t care about all of that, that all
that matters is me and him and that moment where he cums into me.

I’m not even sure if he knows
when it’s safe or not, or if he even cares. He doesn’t follow any schedule,
doesn’t warn me before he does it he simply fucks me into oblivion and then
fills me and I can’t help but love it. I know that sooner or later I’ll be
where I am now, his cock in me, twitching and swelling and his hand fisted in
my hair before he cums deeply inside. It’ll be that day where his cum finds my
ripe body waiting with an egg or maybe even more than one and suddenly I’ll be
full of his babies. He doesn’t ask, I don’t think he even cares about that
moment all that much all he cares about is marking me as his.

The way he’ll ignore my protests
and cum deeply into me as he tells me that he knows how much I want this only
serve to make it hotter. He knows how much this turns me on, how much I want to
risk it but also how much I don’t want to be pregnant yet. I tell him that I
don’t want it and he’ll push into me bare and tell me that I might say that but
my body tells him what I really need. It won’t be long before I’m pushing back
and moaning out how good he feels bare inside of me as he fucks me. I still
warn him, still beg him not to cum in me but he always tells me to hush, to
just enjoy him giving me what I need as he slides through my folds and presses
against my cervix.

He drives me to this feeling,
that height of both ecstasy and fear in that moment before he’ll stiffen. I can
feel it now, his cock driving into me as he waits to make his choice, as he
thrusts deep again and again and draws my voice out of me in moans and squeals
and gasps. In a moment I’ll know which one he chooses, our futures or a gamble
for him to mark me as his, to show himself and everyone else that I’m no one
elses as his cum leaks out of me and maybe even makes my stomach swell. I
should stop him, make him be safe but I simply can’t bring myself to make him
change, to stop him from taking me and marking me as his, his cum on me, in me,
flooding me again and again. Sooner or later his risk, his willingness to risk
my future will affect us but maybe not this time, maybe we’ll be lucky again…

Risky fantasies. 

At first you were happy when your girlfriend hit it off so well with your sister. In the past, your sibling had acted strangely toward your girlfriends and scared them off. Your sister made them uncomfortable, they’d say, and then clam up, embarrassed. So you’d warned your GF delicately, but she just seemed intrigued. Whatever the reason, they got along, and by the end of the night your girlfriend and sister had gone off to a different room and talked for hours. 

This left you with your weird brother in law, who always tried to talk to you about how hot your sister was. “Admit it, you’d tap that, right?” You could only manage to distract him by talking about your girlfriend. “Would you mind if I borrowed her some time?” Eugh. That guy.

When she started hanging out with the two of them, you were afraid you’d have to be exposed to your brother in law more often, but you never seemed to be invited. Which was fine. But when she needed a new place to live, you really began to worry when she announced she was moving into their spare room. “It’s such a good deal,” she said. Nevermind you’d been hinting she should move in with you. 

You started seeing your girlfriend less. She called your concerns “jealous nonsense”. Yet photos of the three of them looking very cozy kept popping up on instagram. That’s when she told you she’d agreed to be their surrogate. You tried to hide your concern and asked when the implantation would be happening. “Oh, we don’t want it to be so clinical. The whole process will be very natural.” 

itskkiss:

Very hot !!!!!

I wanted to be a good wife, so I slipped your wedding ring from your finger while you slept. When he came by, I put the ring on him, making this stranger my husband for the day. I told him he needed to consummate. That he could do whatever he wanted with his new bride. He said he wanted to knock me up and I nearly came right then. I didn’t exactly want to get pregnant… but, well, I did promise him whatever he wanted.

ms-oedipussex:

ms-oedipussex:

ms-oedipussex:

YOUR MOM Begging You To KNOCK HER UP! (HQ Extended Version)

Give into to your primal need to mix genes with Mommy!

Gaze into Mommy’s eyes as she urges you on to shoot your seed from your churning testicles and plow your sperm into her cervix, flooding her forbidden fertile womb, where the egg released from her ovaries awaits…

Usurp your father’s breeding rights FOREVER!

💋

Fill me up, son…

…Mommy’s ready to breed your seed

Don’t see videos this perverse very often.

bkcomments:

No, Kitten

“That’s it, kitten. Enjoy hubby’s big cock. That’s it. I love hearing you moan.”

“So good. So deep.”

“That’s right. Hubby is going in deep. He’s going paint your womb with his seed.”

“No! Can’t. Not protected.”

“Oh yes he is, sweetie. He’s going to plant his seed inside your fertile cunt.”

“Oh god! He’s going faster. Can feel him swelling. Need to get off.”

“Oh no you don’t. I am going to hold you here so he can finish off inside of you, my sweet kitten. You’re going to have a beautiful baby bump.”

Your girlfriend had stopped having sex with you shortly after she started hanging out with that married couple down the street. Not that she denied you outright; she was just always with them so late into the night. And she seemed so exhausted. She said they were training for a triathlon, and you believed her, for the most part. But some things didn’t add up. Who trains so late at night all the time? And you never saw them running or biking around the neighborhood. When she declared she was pregnant, the dates really didn’t add up…