As always, note: Breeding is a hot as hell fantasy, but playing with consent and breeding in the real world is messy. This is a fantasy! Enjoy.
Rachael pulled her jeans up, and tugged down on her modest red shirt, and looked in the mirror. She looked like a wholesome example of a young woman. Her body would always get attention, but the outfit was plausible deniability, no extra skin being shown off at all. She left her apartment and strolled slowly down the street, enjoying the soft spring air, to the grocery store. She began to pick out her purchases, some fruit, a few croissants. She was deliberating between varieties of carrots when she felt her phone vibrate.
– Do you have it in?
Her heart thudded at the question, and her fingers quickly typed the answer.
– Yes. It feels amazing. And huge.
– Good girl. I love thinking of you that way. Nobody else knows. Just you, and me.
She put a few more items in her basket, putting her shoulders back. With every step, she could feel the plug in her ass, a constant reminder. Under the ordinary jeans, she had absolutely nothing but the plug. She gave a brief smile to a man who stepped out of her way, and he smiled back, doing the double-take of interest, despite being clearly a generation older than her. She wondered what his response would be to knowing that she was wearing that plug out here tonight at the behest of another older man, and was texting with him.
In the middle of the store, shielding the phone with her body, she queued up the little video that she had made earlier, and sent it to her older lover.
– Jack, I just wanted to show you proof.
She carried on with her shopping, getting into line when she felt the phone vibrate again, and saw:
– You look so sluttily satisfied when you fill your ass with that plug, Rachael. Though it’s nowhere near as full as when my thick cock takes you there, is it?
She smiled to herself.
– I couldn’t walk with a plug in that was as thick as your cock, Jack.
She completed the checkout, and headed back to her apartment, groceries held easily in her arms. The phone buzzed again as she got onto the elevator with a few other people. Making sure her phone was only visible to her, again, she checked the message.
– When you get back to your place, I want you to use that big, black, curved dildo on yourself. Be rough, be thorough. You know you deserve it.
She unlocked the door, and slid it shut behind her. She put the groceries on the counter, and then went to the living room, where she opened her toy box and pulled out the dully gleaming black dildo Jack had referenced. Not quite as thick as him, but an impressive mass still. She set her camera up, turned her back to it. Leaving her top on, she pulled her jeans down to just her knees, looking over her shoulder, reaching behind her to play the big blunt head of the fake cock up and down against her pussylips. She grasped the base firmly, and pushed, gasping, head dropping a bit as the girth of it slid into her already-wet pussy. The sensation of entry made the plug in her ass feel enormous, and that sensation only grew as she firmly and steadily pushed the dildo all the way in, until the base of it was pressed up against her pussy.
She slid it out again, delighting in the slick noise of her tight pussy slowly letting the shaft go, and then, concentrating, started to pump it in wild thrusts inside her, mimicking the primal way Jack fucked her when he was simply consumed with need. She felt her honeyed wetness start to trickle down her legs as she showed off for the camera, her generous, squats-and-yoga ass looking amazing with ass and pussy both being filled at once. “God, yes,” she murmured to herself and bit her lip. She worked the dark dildo in and out of herself until her arm started to shake with the effort. She looked back over her shoulder, and gave one last moment, slowly, slowly inching the shaft from her pussy so that he would be able to see every detail of her pussy wrapped around it.
She sent the video, and then finished kicking off her jeans. She sat on the couch, and started to play the dildo against her pussy again, needful. A few minutes later, the phone buzzed.
– You’re such a beautifully obedient little fucktoy. Tomorrow night, I want you to submit your whole body to me.
– Okay. :)
A simple, genuine response from her. She pushed the dildo back in, and spread her legs, imagining Jack’s cock in its place as it had been so many times before. She didn’t quite know what he meant by submitting her whole body: He’d fucked her in every way, taking her sweet mouth, her ass, her pussy. He’d fucked her tits as she held them together for him, eagerly. It gave her a little shiver of almost fear, mostly anticipation, thinking of what might be coming.
She gave herself a toe-curling, leg-shaking orgasm. Then, still plugged, she put the groceries away, and finally pulled the plug out, before crawling into bed.
The next day was a bit of a rosy blur, sometimes she’d manage to put out of her mind that Jack would be over that night, at other times her eyes would grow wide and she’d lose focus in the middle of her task, or phone call. It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that he texted.
– I’ll be over at around eight. Be ready for me.
By eight o-clock, she was freshly showered and scrubbed, and had dried her long blonde hair and put it into braids. She went to her jewelry box, and took out a pair of silver clamps. She opened one and closed it around her nipple, feeling that delicious bite of pressure, and then repeated it with the other. A thin silver chain ran between them. Then, she got on her knees, near the door, and waited.
A few minutes later, his key turned in her lock, and he walked in. He smiled down at her, as he shrugged off his jacket, “Yes,” he said, “First, your mouth.”
He approached her, his hands tugging at his belt, and then pulled out the length of his cock, already hard for her, and slapped it against her waiting face, the noise of that so loud in her still apartment. That contact made a chill run down her back, and she straightened up just a bit more, looking up into his eyes as his hand guided his cock to her lips. She obediently opened her mouth, bobbing her head forwards and enveloping the head of his cock, then the first few inches, with her mouth. Humming in satisfaction, she put her hands on his thighs and started to rock back and forth on it, eyes fixed on his. Loving the feeling of her lips dragging on his cock on every stroke, the shaft of it starting to slicken from her saliva.
He let her serve him for a long time, sighing in pleasure, telling her what a good little cocksucker she was. His hand first stroked her hair, and then tangled in it, and finally, he held her there as he fucked her mouth, telling her to take it, to press her tongue up against it as he used her. Her pussy was pulsing with need, in time to his thrusts in her mouth. Her clamped nipples ached in two dimensions, pain and lust-pleasure commingling in inescapable alchemy.
She wondered if their night would begin with him filling her mouth, but as his breath grew ragged, he pulled out of her mouth, cock dripping. He reached down and helped to lift her to her feet, smiling at her, and then walked her to the living room. He bent her over the arm of the couch. She proudly planted her hands on the soft fabric, pushing her ass up, the picture of a ready-to-be-used little slut, nipples still clamped, chain dangling. He opened her toy box, and she felt lube splash on her ass, and then a dildo, just a bit smaller than the one she’d used last night, pressed against her tight ring, and she pushed back against it, inviting it in.
“Such a beautiful sight,” he said, and she looked back to see that he was, indeed, staring straight down at her ass taking that dildo. He pressed harder, and she had a flash of fear that this would overcome her, but she braced, bit her lip, and felt the exquisite sensation of the big dildo claiming more of her ass; pain, again, so joined with pleasure, and above it all, the feeling of serving, of being used. Her pussy was swollen with desire, visibly wet to Jack, and she was suddenly jolted by the feeling of his firm hand slapping against her pussy. Her arms trembled, but she kept herself up, anticipating the next slap for so long, the dildo still being pumped in and out of her ass. She turned her head to look back at him, needfully. As her eyes met his, he spanked her pussy again, and kept his hand pressed against her there, fingers slowly stroking her clit. She made a noise between a groan and a whine, wriggling her amazing ass. He teased her clit until she panted, and then backed off, leaving her bereft. Then he spanked her again, an even wetter sound this time, pressing his fingers against the folds of her pussy, then delivering another spank.
“You make such a pretty sight this way, bent over like a fucktoy,” his deep voice said, “And you were so good last night. You’ve earned all of this.”
He kept her balanced between his hand using the toy in her tight ass, and his other fingers slapping, stroking, teasing her little pussy, making her arms shake, and time dilated and disappeared. She was content to be here as long as he wanted, a perfect object for his desire. He’d had her mouth, and was using her pussy and ass; nothing new, but doing it so rapidly did give her the sense of her whole body being used.
When she finally felt him slowly pulling the length of the dildo from her ass, she was expecting it to be followed immediately by his cock. Instead, he wrapped one hand in her hair, and put the other on the small of her back, pinning her firmly against the arm of the couch.
“If I’ve been tracking your cycle right,” he said, his voice calm, but dark with promise, “You’re ovulating today.”
A flash of fear, swallowed by a blaze of excitement, “… yes. But you use a condom. So..”
He slapped his naked cock against her pussy, and he laughed, “But I told you, today I’m making you my full-body submissive.”
She tried to push herself up, instinctively, but his hands kept her down. He moved his hips again, sliding his cock, already lubricated from her mouth and his precum, up and down her soaked pussy, the contact opening her up. His hand in her hair pulled, making her arch her back even more, and he said, “You’ve always gotten so incredibly hot when I’ve written you stories about breeding. You’ve loved fucking when you were ovulating. You want to submit to me. This is the apex of that submission.”
His raw cock pushed inside her pussy, and she moaned; it felt thicker than usual, somehow. Claiming her. She protested, weakly, “Jack, those are fantasies. I don’t want…”
“Such a little liar,” he said, gently, and bore down, inch after inch of his cock disappearing inside her tight pussy. “Yes, they’re fantasies. Because you want. With every iota of your beautiful soul.”
And she was pushing her hips back against him, unconsciously, encouraging that bareback cock inside her. “Jack,” she groaned, “Oh, Jack. You can’t. You can’t cum in my pussy…”
“Your whole body,” he said, voice a little ragged with his desire now, “That’s what I want. Your whole fertile little body. It’s what you want. For me to claim you. For you to feel yourself filled.”
His strong thighs were driving his cock into her now, she was taking it all, down to the root, “I didn’t cum at all, yesterday. Not even to those beautiful pictures you sent. Because,” he punctuated his sentence with a hard spank to her ass, “I needed every drop of it tonight. To breed you.”
She gasped in pleasure, spinal shocks of desire crashing through her, “Jack, you can’t,” she said, breathlessly, “Yes, I do want it, but..” her words flew from her as he slammed deep in and held himself there, making her feel so incredibly full. He lent down, and incongruously kissed her tenderly on her lips, then put his mouth next to her ear as he continued fucking her.
“This is what you were made for. You’re going to be so incredibly hot when you’re pregnant. I can’t wait to see the swell of your belly. I’ll want you even more often than I do now. My sweet little bred fucktoy. Submitting your whole body, the way you were meant to.”
“Yes,” she heard herself agree, “But… oh Jack.” He’d shifted his weight above her, driving down into her pussy on every stroke, a wet, obscene sound with every movement. His voice continued to pour honey into her ear, “You’re going to glow with the pregnancy, and you’re still going to be my little slut. Imagine getting to hold your pregnant belly in one hand while I fuck your mouth.” He was fucking her smoothly, in long, confident strokes, each one ratcheting up the need, the desire in her. Her objections faded, and certainty poured in.
“Yes, Jack. It’s yours. Claim it.” She re-braced her hands against the couch, as at her words, the force of his fucking redoubled, hips slapping into her ass, hand pulling on her hair hard enough to hurt so good, as his voice descended into a growl of need, “Goddamn, Rachael, I need to. I need to feel your young pussy milking my cum into you. You were made for me to breed.”
She was lightheaded with desire, it was a dream, a dangerous reality, but she was so far past any hesitation. She could feel an orgasm building in her, heights of pleasure being built inside her, but knew she wouldn’t trigger until she felt him explode, until she heard that rush of air from his lungs as he came inside her. The thought kept ringing in her head, “I’m about to be bred.” A part of her was still a little wild with fear, but a larger part of her said, “Finally,” with deep satisfaction.
“Fuck, Rachael, this is where I need to be,” he groaned, and she could tell he was trembling on the verge of release, “Deep inside this naked wet pussy. It’s where I belong. It’s what you’re for.”
She pushed back as much as she could, pinned beneath him, and said, “Fill me. Fucking fill me.”
A half-roar, half-moan erupted from him, and she felt his cock jerk inside her, the first pulse of cum splashing into her pussy. As he came, he pushed all the way in, getting the load of cum as absolutely deep inside her pussy as possible. Again and again, she felt cum surge from his cock, all that pent-up need unleashed for her. Her body resonated with it, with the force of the fucking, with his words. Her nipples ached sweetly. Finally, he half-collapsed on top of her, kissing the nape of her neck, before slowly withdrawing his cock, taking his hands from her hair and back. Embracing her, and helping her up.
“There is no way you’re not bred right now,” he said, with a voice full of wonder, “I came so goddamn hard in you.”
She smiled at him, almost demurely, and put her hand on her belly. “I can feel it.”
He kissed her, nuzzled her, and took her to bed. In the morning, he took her raw again, missionary this time, looking into each other’s eyes in that moment when he gave her everything he had. After, he slipped out to grab coffee and breakfast for them–and pregnancy tests, too. She could swear, though, she didn’t need them. She could feel herself so full of life already. He had been exactly right: this was what she needed to become.
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