A friend of mine directed me over to this place when she saw several recent posts about pregnancy play because she knew that's my fetish. I decided to start a screen name of my own to share some true stories about my own impregnation fetish. Before I do though I want to say that this is clearly not a fetish for everyone and should always be consensual. To some this may sound like a small niche fetish but the reality is I have had many women admit to me their own impregnation fantasies and even several who have wanted to take the risk with me. The bottom line is that this is what our sex organs were made for and to use them for their purpose is both thrilling and erotic.
I suppose it's most appropriate to start my story off with Abbe (not her real name obviously) because she was the woman who got me into this kink. I was 27 and Abbe was 24 and we met after she had posted an ad online entitled “unprotected sex.” Up until this point protection while having sex was a given for me. A condom and birth control offered the best scenario for staying safe, clean, and without a child but her ad intrigued me and I read it. It read something like this:
24 married woman looking for a man to have sex with and cum inside of me. No protection. No birth control. Once finished no more contact. Must be very discreet.
It's hard to describe what I felt when I read that but the best word is “wrong.” Wrong on so many levels – she's married so obviously there's the cheating aspect. No protection which could make either of us susceptible to whatever the other had. And then finally no birth control, the chance for her to become pregnant with a child – my child – and I would never even know who it was. But that wrong feeling was quickly overcome by a feeling of such overwhelming arousal I could barely contain myself. I emailed her, sent her a few pictures, and waited for her response.
When she replied I could sense she was having similar feelings about the whole ordeal. She wasn't just some whore who wanted to fuck, she was very eloquent in her response about her situation and how it made her feel. She had never cheated on her husband before and as we conversed further I could sense that this was true. She vacillated between feelings of shame and unbridled lust.
She told me that she had been married for several years now and that while she loved her husband and did not want to leave him he was very sexually restrictive – something typical you hear from unsatisfied married women. But her husband was very careful to be sure they don't have kids and while she was able to convince him to drop the birth control he refused to fuck her without a condom, and even when he did it was plain, boring, and lacking passion. He clearly got satisfaction from it, but she wasn't and this dissatisfaction had been building and building in her.
She admitted to me that she wanted nothing more than to start a family with this man and she has always felt it inside of her that she was meant to be a mother. She was meant to raise children and that she wanted nothing more. She explained that her husband, even though always using a condom, would always get nervous that she was pregnant afterwards. It's not that he didn't want to have kids, he just had a plan and it was very financially driven. It was one thing she admired and hated about him – he was a provider, but he was not a lover.
The way he worried about it got her thinking that she should just get pregnant with or without him. And she found the thought extremely arousing but never thought she could actually do it. But then she realized, naturally, that once the seed was planted it only continued to grow and that is exactly what happened with her desire. Without meaning to he had made her bitter about denying her her dream and in a way she started to desire revenge – not a divorce, not something that would ruin both their lives – but revenge for denying her what she most desires to be in life.
So she began to flirt with the idea of her husband raising someone else's child for his entire life under the pretense that it was his own. For being a coward on starting a family it was his punishment to raise a child that was conceived without him. She even told me about two previous times she put up the same ad – one time not finding anyone she trusted to do the job right and the other time where she set it up but backed out at the last minute because the thought was so overwhelming she came with hardly touching herself and she had a moment of reasoned thinking and asked what she was doing.
But after each unsuccessful setup the burning desire returned with renewed intensity each time to the point that she told me she couldn't think of anything else but getting her pussy filled with white hot cum after an intensely pleasurable session of vaginal intercourse. She insisted that this would only happen once and that if it happened or not she would be fine with the result, but she needed to do this. The risk alone was what drove her more than anything else.
I had to agree. Would this result in a pregnancy? My heart raced at the thought and I knew what she had been going through over the last several months as she contemplated this decision. Even as I drove over to her house, her husband was gone at work, I had to pull over and truly decide whether I wanted to follow through with this. But ultimately I was driven by the rush of endorphins that swelled inside my head clouding my mind of judgement or anything else.
As I pulled into her driveway and walked into her house she was wearing what I could tell was her nicest lingerie, black and lacy, that she must have bought in a failed attempt to have her husband fill her. She was cute, short black hair, pretty small and thin face, b-cups, and a thin frame. She led me to the bedroom as we smiled knowingly at each other but we didn't kiss. Immediately I began licking her neck, feeling her, sensing her warmth between her thighs.
But neither of us could hold back for long. We were both wildly in need to do what neither of us could even speak of because we felt it was both so wrong and so right at the exact same time. She slid her panties off and spread her wet needy pussy for me, freshly trimmed and shaved from the shower. And I undressed, bent her over on her own bed, and pushed my throbbing cock inside of her fertile pussy. I fucked her long and hard but I could tell she wasn't used to things lasting more than a few minutes so after about half an hour I thought about the risk. I thought about how the next few moments could change an entire lifetime and I immediately came heavy and hard into her pussy. She kept moaning “fill me up, fill me up” as I pumped my seed inside of her.
When I was finished I pulled out and for a long moment she did not move. Just knelt there on all fours, her ass still poking up in the air with her pull white around the edge with cum. Then she got up and quickly ran over to the full length mirror, cum dripping down the inside of her thighs. When she finally turned around again, I was dressed. She thanked me, and I left. We never spoke again.
But since I knew where her house was I occasionally drive by there and a couple years ago I noticed that there were toys in the front yard. I still wonder to this day but not knowing is part of what makes it so fun.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/378a24/planting_the_seed_mfpreg
One of the best stories I’ve read on here. Bravo.