Damien had never left his little hometown on the Montana Hi-Line. Not until moving to Chicago. He was eager to discover the world, to learn all about the future – and maybe even to help shape it.
Lara was born right there, a few miles from the bean, the daughter of African immigrants. Of her family’s homeland, she retained the majestic beauty, as if Wakanda had crafted itself a Queen for all time.
They were the most unlikely roommates ever to be paired, and yet a few Craigslist disappointments and a couple beers later, here they were, sharing a small two bedroom apartment in downtown Chicago.
Despite all odds, they blended to perfection. He was willing to try almost anything, to learn all that the city lights had to offer at night, and she had finally moved out of her parents’ home, and craved nothing more than a partner in crime. And yet one thing was clearly missing from their lives. They were both single, unable to find their missing piece of the puzzle.
Damien, he was a bit too sheltered for his own good. His uprising in conservative rural Montana had shamed him into hiding his own kinks and desires. He was raised to believe sex to be solely the realm of reproduction, of baby-making. Baby-making, an activity that he feared and respected as much as he painfully desired it. Many times he had masturbated himself to sleep at the fantasy of impregnating a woman, of watching her belly swell, and of knowing himself the one who had caused it all.
Lara, she knew exactly what she wanted. She knew it as she fucked herself to multiple loud orgasms, she knew it as she squirted the bed sheets almost nightly.
And she certainly knew it now. She was in the shower. Her vibrator a trusted friend in her time of need. Her periods left her hornier than almost anything else. Her hormones a whirlwind of forbidden lust. Her legs spread. The toy deep inside of her, her pelvis riding it, her body thrusting back and forth as her hand leaned against the wall of the shower. She hoped the water would mask her moans.
Damien had left to run a quick errand, only to realize he had to pee, and – what would it hurt – rush back home and walk through the bathroom door without checking, without knocking.
He saw her. He knew. She saw him. She knew he knew. He could have walked out, mumbled an apology. But somehow, somewhere, his instinct, his primal desires, his animal crave, it prevailed over everything. He had never seen her naked, much less in the midst of pure sexual bliss. The words came out of him as if on autopilot, as if a deeper program had overridden his nurture.
“So that’s what you do when I am not home, uh?” he said, a sly smile on his face
“I.. I… I guess so” she answered.
Before either of them even consciously realized it, he had taken his clothes off, his cock hard, veiny, throbbing, and had jumped into the shower.
He pulled her long thick hair, her neck bending at his strength, and he reached for her ear. “Why don’t you let me help?” he whispered in her ear.
She felt the warmth. The pang of desire. She felt it right below her navel. It was the signal, it was the undeniable unmistakable signal that her body was ready. It almost hurt her to remember, she was on her period, she couldn’t. She tried to mutter some excuse, but all that came out of her was the truth. “I am on my period” she whispered, almost a moan coming out of her.
“Good”, he said, as his cock entered her. “I want to fuck you raw. On your period. How shameless is that? How dirty is it?” he said, as he started thrusting, his own body leaning against hers.
“Fuck fuck fuck” is all she could retort. It was dirty. It was shameless.
He fucked her. Relentlessly. He pulled her hair, bit her neck. He pinched her nipples. She shivered. Moaned. She begged him for more. “Am I a good little slut? Am I what you want?” she moaned at him.
“You are almost everything I want”, he told her. “You are but one thing away from the bliss my cock craves”. Without even letting her ask, he pushed deeper into her, and as he pulled her hair harder, he told her. “You will be perfect when I can fuck a baby into you.”
It was as if he had lit a fire into her. Those few simple words were everything. “Oh fuck fuck”. It was a melody of begging and moaning. “Make my belly swell. Make a mother of me. I want it. I want it so bad.”
They had discovered their mutual secret shared perversion.
She craved to be pregnant. And he craved to impregnate. It wouldn’t happen that day. But that didn’t stop their fantasies.
He talked about her swollen belly. She begged him to squeeze her tits, and to imagine them ripe, full with milk.
“Fuck me like an animal” she implored, “Cum inside me. Own me. make me into a mom”. She wanted it. He wanted it.
He called her a bitch in heat. He marked her neck with his teeth. “A dirty little slut lusting to be made pregnant as nature intended”, he whispered. “A slut so horny she is taking bare dick on her period”.
She tried to retort, but she couldn’t hold it any longer. Her pleasure too strong. She exploded in orgasm. She tensed. Arched her back into him. Her eyes pointed at the sky, she moaned contentedly, as she came.
The last wave of her orgasm left her, and yet she was still lost, lost in the bliss. And she did it. What she didn’t even know possible. She peed. She felt it trickle down her legs, he felt it trickle down his.
She froze. Scared. What would she say? He didn’t miss a beat. “You.. you fucking pissed on me” is all he said. He didn’t know it. But it turned him on. It took him one split second to realize it. As the last word left his mouth.. he came. Deep thick bursts of cum found their way deep into her. He let out a grunt. And he was spent. His pleasure so dirty, so forbidden, and yet so perfect.
They would have a lot to talk about over the next few days. She started tracking her cycle. He started looking for a better paying job. They were going to make a baby, or discover all their kinks trying.
*I must thank a beautiful and smart and funny Redditress for inspiring this story. She chose to remain anonymous, but if you enjoy this story, be grateful to her*
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/ba9osu/mf_interracial_piss_preg_the_shower