fillyouwithbabies:a-sprinkling-of-desire:I never thought that I would ever want kids. I was neve

fillyouwithbabies: a-sprinkling-of-desire: I never thought that I would ever want kids. I was never that girl who did babysitting jobs to earn some money, nor did I ever obsess over baby names like my friends did. Even now, I don’t like the thought of having my freedom taken from me by some gremlin. Yet, even thought the thought of motherhood, and the responsibility that came with it disgusted me…the concept of pregnancy did not. I longed to see my body change as I grew another human inside me, to see my belly swell over the course of nine months. What would I do with the child afterwards? Keep it of course - I’m not that cruel. My fiancé and I always joked about my girl friends. It was a time where everyone around me seemed to be expecting and I so desperately wanted to join their ranks. Bryan, however, did not share my opinion. I knew he wanted to marry me because I was like him; we both wanted to be child-free, so that we could spoil ourselves rotten. To some extent, I shared his views…I just couldn’t deny the ache in my belly. When my best friend of 20 years, Kiera finally knocked up (she and her husband had been trying for several years), something inside me snapped. It was as if a sleeping beast had been awakened and would not go back down, because the only thing that was on my mind was pregnancy and babies. It finally got to a point where I decided to do something about it, whether Bryan wanted to or not. If he truly loved me, he would stay. If I wanted to fulfil my maternal desires, my plan would need to be well thought out. Bryan was cautious, and even if I managed to get him hammered - which was impossible in and of itself - he’d still have enough rational thought to insist on a condom. And I didn’t want to have sex with him whilst he was passed out, for fear that he would accuse me of cheating on him. I could video it, but maybe that’d be too creepy. No, the best thing for me to do was to have sex with him whilst he was mildly drunk, and play my cards carefully. Bryan was super competitive, and I could use that to my advantage. I’d make him feel in control, when really it would be me running the show. I came off birth control and started tracking my cycle, so I could jump him on one of my fertile days, maximising the chance of conception. A part of me felt guilty for tricking him in this way, but a bigger part of me wanted to get pregnant. When I woke up on a Thursday morning, I knew that today was the day. Somehow, I just knew that there was an egg in there, waiting to be fertilised. One glance at my fertility app confirmed my suspicions. Bryan was asleep beside me and I smiled inwardly. He had no idea what was coming. I went to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and freshen up before sliding back under the covers. I crawled towards him, so that his boxer-clad cock was in my face. I reached out and massaged it softly, encouraging it to grow and harden. He mumbled in his sleep and rolled over. Slowly, I pulled down his boxers, to let his cock spring free. Then, I ran my tongue across the tip. No response. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and wrapped my lips around his head, hollowing my cheeks out as I sucked him. He moaned softly. My hand continued to stroke his shaft whilst my lips and tongue worked around his head. He had to be awake by now, I thought. As if reading my mind, Bryan let out a groan and pulled the covers off so he could look at me. “What a way to be woken up,” he mumbled, looking at me sleepily. I pulled him out of my mouth with an obscene ‘pop’ and smiled at him. “Morning, hon,” I murmured, before using my tongue to lick him from balls to tip. His eyes fluttered close and he let out a long sigh. “Fuuuuuck, I love you,” he moaned, gripping the sheets tightly as I took him into my mouth again. His head fell back onto his pillow as I engulfed his length, relaxing my throat so that I could take him in deeper. With one hand, I gently massaged his balls, knowing full well how much he liked that. Bryan moaned and squirmed at my touch as I nursed him closer and closer to orgasm. His hips bucked into my mouth involuntarily, “Fuck! I’m close, baby,” he warned. And with that, I backed off, sitting up and wiping a hand across my chin. “What the fuck?!” he cried, looking at me incredulously. I giggled and slid over his body, planting a kiss on his nose. “I need to get showered, hon,” I said softly, “And…if you’re goooood…maybe I’ll finish that off, later,”. He grunted in frustration, but didn’t argue with me; I think he was secretly excited by what I had hinted. I got off the bed and sauntered over to the ensuite, leaving him with a very bad case of blue balls. Tease and denial: check. He’d be begging to have me tonight. Throughout the day, I sent him several…lustful messages, to keep him perpetually horny. I told him how badly I needed him to bend me over my desk and take me, how desperately I needed to cum and how much I wanted him. To emphasise that last point, I snuck into the bathroom at work to snap a picture of my dripping pussy to send to him. He messaged me back saying that he couldn’t leave his desk without flashing his erection to the whole office. I managed to get off work a couple of hours early by telling my boss that I was feeling hot and achy. That wasn’t technically a lie, I was hot and achy, just not in the way she thought. Back home, I marinated some steak to cook later, before hopping into the shower. I took spent some time shaving my legs and pussy - leaving a small landing strip of hair - so that I could be extra smooth for tonight. I pulled out a new bra and panty set to wear tonight, one he’d never seen me wear. Before I put the garments on, I arranged them on the bed and sent him a picture, just to tease him. When he came through the door an hour or so later, I had just finished grilling the steak. He came up behind me and pressed his crotch against my ass - he was already semi-hard. “I’ve wanted you all day, baby,” he whispered, kissing the back of neck. He made a move to lift up my shirt but my hand stopped him. He pulled away, a confused look on his face. “I made you dinner,” I pouted. He groaned in frustration, “Can we eat it later? I want you now,” there was an edge to his voice that made my panties wet. I wanted nothing more than to bend over the counter and let him have me, but I stood my ground. “I’m hungry,” I told him, taking my plate over to our dinner table. As I set it down, I looked at him coyly, “Besides…we’ll need energy for later…” I let my voice trail off invitingly. He got the message, grabbing his plate and coming to sit opposite me. I had brought out a bottle of wine for us to share, hoping to take the edge off him. When he was almost done with his food, I lifted my foot and ran it across his thigh, towards his crotch. His hand stopped me, “You’ve been really…playful, today, babe,” he said. “You don’t like it?” I asked. “No…I mean, yes…I’m just saying,” he shrugged, “You’re not usually like this,”. I sighed and stood up to take my plate to the sink, “Want a drink?” I asked. “A G&T please!” he called. Perfect. I poured him a glass, making sure to add a whole lot of gin and not so much tonic. I made myself a drink too, so that he wouldn’t get too suspicious. I walked back to the table, coming around to his side, “Thanks babe,” he murmured, as I handed him his drink. As he took it from my hand, I slid into his lap. He chuckled, before taking a sip of his drink. He grimaced, “How much did you put in?” he asked. I shrugged, “Sorry, my measurements were a bit off,”. He downed it anyway. I set my drink down and wrapped my arms around his neck, “Honey,” I purred. His arms came to rest on my hips, “You know what I’ve been thinking about today?” I asked. He shook his head. Before I answered, I leaned up so that my lips were by his ear, “Fucking your bare cock,”. He moaned softly, before tensing under me, realising what I’d said. “Bare?” he asked slowly. “Mmmm, I made myself cum at the thought,” I whispered. Not true, but I knew he would like that. “You did?” his eyes were dark with lust. I nodded, “I came home and went straight to bed, working my fingers into my hot, wet, tight pussy, imagining it was you fucking me. Ohhh, I moaned for you to cum inside me, and it felt so naughty!” I giggled, pressing my lips to his neck. His arousal was apparent and pressing against my thigh. I rubbed my palm across it as I spoke, “C’mon, honey…just this once. I wanna feel what it’s like for you to cum inside me…”. He shook his head and my heart sank. “No,” he began, “It’s not safe…I could get you pregnant,”. At that word, his voice cracked and suddenly, I felt like I could see through his facade: he wanted this just as much as I did, but didn’t want to admit it. I pressed my lips to his and he kissed me back hungrily. “What’s so wrong about that?” I said quietly, “What’s so wrong about you pumping your seed in me, knocking me up? What’s so wrong about me wanting to carry your child?”. “What?”. There was a sharpness in his tone that wasn’t there before and I thought I might have blown it. I squeezed his dick softly, hoping to distract him. “Let’s go to bed, baby…let’s take care of this,” I cooed, cupping his cock through his trousers. I slid off his lap and sashayed over to the bedroom, making sure to sway my hips seductively as I walked away from him. I heard the scrape of the chair against the floor and knew I had him hooked. As he came into the room, my back was turned towards him. I pulled my shirt off and slid my shorts over my legs, bending at the waist to give him a good view of my ass. Then, I crawled on all fours onto the bed, looking at him over my shoulder. He was watching me intently, nostrils flared and pupils dilated. I wiggled my butt at him, “C’mon, baby, what’re you waiting for?”. He snapped into action, quickly discarding all his clothes except for his boxers and crawling into bed with me. Bryan pulled me on top of him and kissed me deeply as our hands explored each other. He slid a hand into my panties and moaned when his fingers brushed against my dripping wet pussy, “God, you’re horny,” he growled. In response, I pushed his boxers down and wrapped my hand around his engorged shaft, “Same to you,” I murmured. I pushed him so that he was lying down, so that I could straddle him. I reached up and undid my bra, allowing my tits to spill free. He eagerly reached up to cup and squeeze them as I leaned over and dangled them in his face. When he sucked a nipple into his mouth, I moaned loudly - fuck, I was hornier than I thought. Still wanting to be in control of the situation, I removed my breast from his talented mouth and slid over his body. I tugged his boxers down and he helpfully lifted his ass so I could slide them down his legs. His erect member bobbed in my face and in one smooth motion, I took it in my mouth. Like earlier this morning, I teased him to the brink of orgasm, only this time, I was far more ruthless, and he was far more aroused. I pulled out all the stops, making sure to drive him extra crazy. I hummed with just the tip in my mouth, so the vibrations made his spine tingle and his back arch. I took all of him into my throat, until my nose brushed against his pubic hair. I made it extra wet and slobbery, because the sloppier I got, the hornier he became. Each time he neared the brink of orgasm, I backed off and kissed his thigh, giving him time to cool down before I attacked him again. By the time I was done with him, he was panting with desire and his balls were aching for release. “Please,” he croaked, “Please, I…I need you, baby,”. I stood up and peeled my soaking panties off my legs, kicking them to the corner. Then, I straddled his lap, such that my pussy lips were on the underside of his cock. Biting my lip, I slid my hips against his engorged member, shivering as his ridged dick grazed my clit. “Gahh, unghhf, please,” he begged. I placed my hands ono his chest, “How about we make a bet, baby…” I purred. He opened his eyes to look at me and I saw the primal need in them. “How about this: you fuck me without a condom. When you need to cum, you can pull out. If you pull out and don’t cum in my pussy, you can give me the same treatment,” inwardly, I grimaced at the idea, but I knew it would tempt him. “But if you don’t…” I leaned over so that my tits pressed against his chest, “Then you fuck me without condoms for the rest of the week,”. He groaned, then remained silent for a while. “Okay,” he whispered weakly, “Now get on,” he growled. I giggled, “No! Then you’re just gonna blame me for not getting off! If you want to play, you’re fucking me like this,”. I got off him and lay down on the bed, holding my legs behind the knee so my pussy was spread open. With one hand, I rubbed my clit, “Mmmm, I’m wet and waiting, baby,” I purred. With a growl, he crawled over to me and kissed me deeply, grasping his cock and lining it up with my soaking entrance. He slammed into me balls deep in one thrust, my well lubricated pussy stretching to accommodate him. I yelped and clutched his shoulders as he started to fuck me vigorously. “YESSSS, baby, fuuuuuck, you feel so good,” I moaned, “Mmmm, fuck my pussy, baby, fuck me with your big prick,”. He gripped my hips and started to thrust into me deeper. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as his cock plunged into me repeatedly. He was going so deep that the tip of his dick was just kissing my cervix, making me shiver with pleasure each time. “Mmmm imagine how good it would feel to cum in my pussy, baby,” I purred, squeezing my walls around his cock to heighten the sensation. “Fuuuuck, I don’t want you to stop,” I moaned, feeling the pressure starting to build in my groin. I reached a hand between us to rub my clit. “God, honey, I…I’m sooooo close,” he panted. “Please! Just a bit more, baby, a bit longer,” I cried. He shook his head, “Need to…pull out…gonna…cum,” he stammered. “Baby please! I wanna cum on your cock! Please…god, honey…don’t stop…” I sobbed, my nails raking across his back, my legs pulling him deeper into me. “Honey..not safe..” he grunted. I pulled him in and kissed him fiercely, “Cum in me,” I whispered, looking at him with wild abandon, allowing the desire to seep into me voice, “Please..I..I want you to fill me with your seed…I want you to fill my pussy with your cum,”. I pressed my lips to his neck, “I want you to get me pregnant,”. He moaned loudly, but didn’t answer. It was all or nothing, I decided. I cupped his face in my hands and made him look at me. I could see how desperately he wanted this, but there was a part of him holding back. “Give me your baby,” I whispered, “Cum in my fertile pussy. Make me pregnant,”. That was all it took. His hips moved frantically, and with a strangled scream, his cock erupted in my pussy, spraying jet after jet of warm, sticky cum against my cervix. The sensation of his cock twitching and spurting inside me set me off and my pussy clenched around him, flexing and contracting around his length, draining his balls of every last bit of sperm. He stayed inside me, even after he had deposited his load, giving me some time to drink it every single drop. “Are you…actually fertile?” he asked quietly. He was still breathless after that. “Uhhh, I stopped taking my birth control pills a while back. And I’m ovulating,” I replied. His eyes widened in shock, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…I just…really wanted this,” I said, squeezing my pussy around his dick for emphasis. “Me too,” he told me, “I was gonna wait until we were married…but whatever,”. I was shocked. “You want kids?” I asked incredulously. He chuckled, before pressing his lips to my neck, “I want to have unprotected sex with you. And cum inside you. And…I’ll take whatever risks or consequences that come with that,” he murmured. I smiled, “Well, sir,” I began, “You’ve just lost the bet. And that means unprotected sex for the whole week,”. I pressed my lips to his, “And I want you to cum inside me. Every. Single. Time,”. He groaned, but his cock twitched in response. We had to find me a new wedding dress to accommodate my baby bump. Good sweet mother of pearl -- source link

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