Right after high school graduation I dated Jason. The boy was many years older than me, dark-skinned, very powerfully built. I liked his feistiness and confidence. He did not let himself be blown away. Out of character he was difficult, he used to have tantrums, he could bad-mouth me, even beat me up. I was in this situation for three years.
We broke up for two reasons, first, I met Julian, a sweet white guy, a barista. Julian was good to me, kind to me. He was eager to going out with me and took after what I was thinking. The complete opposite of Jason, who thought of himself first, only then of me. Secondly, the scales of bitterness were overflowing when, upon hearing that I was meeting regularly with Julian, Jason taunted me as a whore.
The truth is that at that time with Julian I had nothing in common, we didn't even touch hands, if only by accident. So I felt deeply hurt and left.
The subsequent story already seems obvious. I started dating Julian, at the time Jason went to jail for robbery and beatings. That was the only thing I saw of him at the time.
That's how another five years passed. In the meantime, Julian and I got engaged and planned a life together. I liked the vision of a white wedding dress in front of the altar, later surrounded by a bunch of children by their father.
At that thought, I first felt something was off, but I thought it was just fear of newness.
Julian was a tall and handsome man. I liked his long blond hair terribly. Also on the bed life I did not complain. I was able to come with him up to five times during one intercourse. He kissed me, stroked me, sucked my nipples. He had an unearthly tongue, and could drive me crazy with a cunnilingus alone.
Finally, I asked him what he thought about me stop taking birth control. Until then, I had always been on the pill. He agreed, stating that he always wanted children with me, and so did I.
That same evening we made love. He began to undress, and so did I, biting my lips impatiently. He took out his ruddy, quite large cock, and I sank to my knees and began to lick it, at the same time fingering my clit. I put his penis all the way into my mouth, feeling it pulsate under the touch of my tongue. However, I did not want him to end in my mouth, the plan was different after all.
So after a while I got up and lay down on the couch, spreading my legs wide.
I saw him kneel in front of me and start licking my clit, then the rest of my pussy, trying to get inside my vagina with his tongue. I grabbed him by the hair and pressed harder, howling with delight. After a while, I don't know how long, but it was enough for me to come twice, he stood up, and I guided his penis to my pussy with my hand. He moved steadily at first, then faster and faster, moving me on a missionary. I moaned, whispering in his ear:
- I love you, I am your, only your woman.
At one point I felt that he was on the verge, about to come. A moment before he asked:
- Surely inside, where do you want?
I do not know what happened at that moment, but I momentarily replied:
- On the tits, cum on my tits.
Julian took out his penis, swollen to the limit, at the last minute and gushed. It was supposed to be on the boobs, but he also hit the belly. Was I scared? Why did I change my mind at the last minute? To this day I can't quite answer that question.
Three weeks passed like this, and I asked each time to pull out. Of course, Julian always listened to me, he never showed that he did not want to pull out.
After that time, however, something unusual happened. As usual in the afternoon, I was standing in line at the market when I suddenly saw Jason. He was standing with a net of vegetables and fruits a few people in front of me. After a while, he saw me, smiled and, after shopping, waited for me in front of the store.
- Hey, how are you, years I haven't seen you.
I noticed right away that he had gotten new tattoos on his arm. He already had a dragon on his back, but this was new to me. So was the fact that he had cut his hair shorter, into a military hedgehog. But the smile, the face still looked the same.
I was walking him to his car talking about work, school and my fiancé when he asked if I might want to stop by his place for coffee. Julian was working second shift at the time, so I figured I could easily still make dinner before he returned before nightfall.
He lived not that far from me, so it was no surprise that we met at the store. He had rented a small studio apartment six months earlier and lived alone.
I had a coffee, we had a really nice conversation, it was really refreshing. Especially since he seemed to have calmed down over the years. Later, we watched a movie on TV and suddenly it was nine o'clock. Looking at my watch, I said I already had to leave, but Jason grabbed my hand.
- Sylvia, please, may I? - he asked.
I didn't know what he meant, but I waited, and he looked into my eyes. I was stuck in them again. Like a tsunami, all the feelings from before came back to me, although in the back of my head the thought "girl, he called you a whore" kept popping up. Nevertheless, I did not push his hand away, and when he brought his face closer, I reciprocated the kiss. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I began to massage him with mine. After a while, he began to massage my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples. He slipped his hand under my bra and massaged. Finally, unable to bear the pressure I moved away a piece to remove my blouse.
I wanted him already, now. I looked lustfully at his torso, then at his breasts when he took off his shirt. I took a step forward toward him and started touching him on his breasts, then sucking on his nipples. I took off my skirt, so that soon my panties were my only piece of clothing. I knelt down and unbuttoned his pants, with the intention of taking his cock in my mouth and putting it on rigidly. I looked up and saw an expression of triumph in his eyes. Immediately after dealing with his zipper, he moved back two meters. He smiled, then said:
- The bitch has returned to her master?
At the sound of these words, a tingle went through me. I just swallowed my saliva and nodded wordlessly.
- Do you know how dogs mark territory bitch? - He asked, then took out his cock. I never compared the tools of my fiancé and ex, but this time I had to. They were generally similar in length, or slightly above average, Jason however, was straighter and thicker.
- Nooo ... - I replied, on my knees trying to get closer to him. At that moment I felt something warm and wet on my tits. I looked in front of me with horror and saw that Jason was starting to pee on me. The smell of urine was beginning to spread through the room, a biting, sour smell. I could feel the liquid running down my stomach, soaking my panties with it. I don't think I've ever been as hot as I was at that moment. Unable to stand the tension, I put my hand in my panties and began to press my clitoris first gently, then harder and harder. Admittedly, peeing for me was new, but we had done a few, somewhat extreme things before.
The thought flashed through my mind that I had to do something with my panties, because I would have no way to get home. I took them off, and put my finger in the hole. In the meantime, the golden stream was over. I watched with maximum excitement as the last drops fell from the tip of Jason's penis onto the wooden panels. I quickly inserted two fingers into my doubly wet pussy and pushed as far as I could, repeating again and again until I came for the first time that evening.
The feeling was incredible, full of a perverse delight I hadn't felt in years, having managed to get used to traditional stimuli. I felt until an incredible warmth spread over my body, my fingers curled and my lips tightened, giving out quiet, muffled moans. After a while, feeling my emotions weaken slightly, unable to stand it any more, I got on my knees to Jason's standing member and took it into my mouth. At first I squirmed from the sourly bitter taste of the residue from his urine.
- Yep - he purrs - a bitch cleans alpha dog.
After a short moment, he grabbed my chin and pulled me upwards, so that I was looking with my gray eyes straight into the dark of his. He took the ends of my blond hair from my face, pulled it behind my ear and said:
- You are mine again, you smell of me. You are not to wash today, do you understand? He is supposed to smell my scent while lying down to sleep next to you. He is supposed to smell my scent from your mouth, kissing you. Do you understand?
I nodded submissively. Of course I would go to the bathtub as soon as I returned, but this moment required me to agree to it.
I went back to sucking. I gently licked him from root to mushroom, then taking him in my mouth and sucking him like the world's biggest lollipop. I could feel his standing cock hardening under my tongue. I covered him as much as possible with saliva. However, I didn't want him to come in my mouth. I had to have him inside me. I simply had to, otherwise I would be completely unsatisfied.
I looked carefully around the room, noticing the couch. I got up and headed toward it, holding my ex-boyfriend's hand. I sat down on my knees, pushing my butt back and holding onto the backrest with my hands. He was already about to insert, I could feel him rubbing against my wet pussy to cover it with his juices. At that moment, however, a light came on and reminded me that I was just after ovulation, at the most fertile time of my cycle. Preferring to be honest, I said:
- I don't take the pill.
- Should I go to the store?
I remembered that he didn't react well to condoms, so I just quietly answered him:
- No. Just take out a long time ahead of time.
- Okay.
And at that moment I felt him enter all the way in, from the very end. He began to move steadily, faster and faster. I began to moan louder and louder. I felt him pressing against the entrance to my uterus. I reached my hand to my clitoris and started rubbing it, which made me come immediately. I let out a loud scream. Jason pushed harder, and harder, every now and then. He did not look at all to see if he was gentle in what he was doing.
- In prison, I jerked off every day to your picture Sylvia.
It may seem strange, but at that moment I felt like it was the best compliment in the world.
Suddenly I felt a bump on my buttocks. I had a pear-shaped build, so my breasts were rather small, but from the waist down, my thighs and buttocks were very large. I never knew why, but both my lovers found my bottom very exciting. Anyway, I like spanking a lot, so while he was pounding the same spot harder and harder until it hurt and turned red, I was pushing my buttocks into his crotch. Finally, at one of the harder spanks, I arched forward and his penis popped out of my vagina. Uuuugh, I squealed.
After just a while, however, the roles switched. He lay down on the couch, and I sat on him and began to ride him. Faster and faster, rocking my buttocks back and forth, pausing only for successive orgasms, from which my head was already stirring. Wanting to speed up even more, to feel him even deeper, I stood on my tiptoes and started jumping on his cock. I pushed to the limit until he grabbed my thigh, and I, pulled as if from a trance, looked down at my ex's face.
- I will come soon, get up - he said.
At the word "I'll come soon" I got hot inside. What if? Somewhere in my heart, however, a thought arose against reason: I want his children, not Julian's, I want a strong son or ******** to be like the father in the future. Threatening, but confidently walking through the world.
I sat on his cock, thrusting even deeper.
- Come inside me - I whispered. I felt a feeling of shame, remorse, but it was too late for that. I had already decided.
- What if you get pregnant? - he asked uncertainly.
- Then I will give birth to puppies for you, - I muttered, biting his ear. Immediately he grabbed me by the neck and squeezed me, and I felt at the same time the warmth of the cum spreading over my pussy, flowing into my uterus, another part flowing out straight to his short pubic hair.
- You're already mine, my bitch, I'm going to make you a brat - he choked out in a spasm of his orgasm.
We then lay cuddled for a while longer, and I thought about the consequences of what I had done. I still want Julian to raise my children, but I don't want them to be his. I don't know if I will succeed, probably not. Maybe I'll confess, it's better that way. And then I'll become a single mother or go back to Jason.
As you can guess, over the next few weeks I visited my ex several times, each time he ended up inside me, more he didn't even ask if he could. I felt amazing as he, as he put it, "inseminated his bitch". He just did what he wanted with me. On the other hand, with Julian I had sex less often, trying to avoid him during the fertile window, and all the time asking him to come everywhere but inside me.
Today, instead, I am ten weeks pregnant, the happiest in the world. I'm stroking my belly knowing that I'm going to have the most wonderful black baby in the world. Because it's his, Jason's, and my genes will have. And I already know today that no matter who I'm with, it's his children I want to bear in my life, and I know that someday I'll be back for more....
We broke up for two reasons, first, I met Julian, a sweet white guy, a barista. Julian was good to me, kind to me. He was eager to going out with me and took after what I was thinking. The complete opposite of Jason, who thought of himself first, only then of me. Secondly, the scales of bitterness were overflowing when, upon hearing that I was meeting regularly with Julian, Jason taunted me as a whore.
The truth is that at that time with Julian I had nothing in common, we didn't even touch hands, if only by accident. So I felt deeply hurt and left.
The subsequent story already seems obvious. I started dating Julian, at the time Jason went to jail for robbery and beatings. That was the only thing I saw of him at the time.
That's how another five years passed. In the meantime, Julian and I got engaged and planned a life together. I liked the vision of a white wedding dress in front of the altar, later surrounded by a bunch of children by their father.
At that thought, I first felt something was off, but I thought it was just fear of newness.
Julian was a tall and handsome man. I liked his long blond hair terribly. Also on the bed life I did not complain. I was able to come with him up to five times during one intercourse. He kissed me, stroked me, sucked my nipples. He had an unearthly tongue, and could drive me crazy with a cunnilingus alone.
Finally, I asked him what he thought about me stop taking birth control. Until then, I had always been on the pill. He agreed, stating that he always wanted children with me, and so did I.
That same evening we made love. He began to undress, and so did I, biting my lips impatiently. He took out his ruddy, quite large cock, and I sank to my knees and began to lick it, at the same time fingering my clit. I put his penis all the way into my mouth, feeling it pulsate under the touch of my tongue. However, I did not want him to end in my mouth, the plan was different after all.
So after a while I got up and lay down on the couch, spreading my legs wide.
I saw him kneel in front of me and start licking my clit, then the rest of my pussy, trying to get inside my vagina with his tongue. I grabbed him by the hair and pressed harder, howling with delight. After a while, I don't know how long, but it was enough for me to come twice, he stood up, and I guided his penis to my pussy with my hand. He moved steadily at first, then faster and faster, moving me on a missionary. I moaned, whispering in his ear:
- I love you, I am your, only your woman.
At one point I felt that he was on the verge, about to come. A moment before he asked:
- Surely inside, where do you want?
I do not know what happened at that moment, but I momentarily replied:
- On the tits, cum on my tits.
Julian took out his penis, swollen to the limit, at the last minute and gushed. It was supposed to be on the boobs, but he also hit the belly. Was I scared? Why did I change my mind at the last minute? To this day I can't quite answer that question.
Three weeks passed like this, and I asked each time to pull out. Of course, Julian always listened to me, he never showed that he did not want to pull out.
After that time, however, something unusual happened. As usual in the afternoon, I was standing in line at the market when I suddenly saw Jason. He was standing with a net of vegetables and fruits a few people in front of me. After a while, he saw me, smiled and, after shopping, waited for me in front of the store.
- Hey, how are you, years I haven't seen you.
I noticed right away that he had gotten new tattoos on his arm. He already had a dragon on his back, but this was new to me. So was the fact that he had cut his hair shorter, into a military hedgehog. But the smile, the face still looked the same.
I was walking him to his car talking about work, school and my fiancé when he asked if I might want to stop by his place for coffee. Julian was working second shift at the time, so I figured I could easily still make dinner before he returned before nightfall.
He lived not that far from me, so it was no surprise that we met at the store. He had rented a small studio apartment six months earlier and lived alone.
I had a coffee, we had a really nice conversation, it was really refreshing. Especially since he seemed to have calmed down over the years. Later, we watched a movie on TV and suddenly it was nine o'clock. Looking at my watch, I said I already had to leave, but Jason grabbed my hand.
- Sylvia, please, may I? - he asked.
I didn't know what he meant, but I waited, and he looked into my eyes. I was stuck in them again. Like a tsunami, all the feelings from before came back to me, although in the back of my head the thought "girl, he called you a whore" kept popping up. Nevertheless, I did not push his hand away, and when he brought his face closer, I reciprocated the kiss. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I began to massage him with mine. After a while, he began to massage my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples. He slipped his hand under my bra and massaged. Finally, unable to bear the pressure I moved away a piece to remove my blouse.
I wanted him already, now. I looked lustfully at his torso, then at his breasts when he took off his shirt. I took a step forward toward him and started touching him on his breasts, then sucking on his nipples. I took off my skirt, so that soon my panties were my only piece of clothing. I knelt down and unbuttoned his pants, with the intention of taking his cock in my mouth and putting it on rigidly. I looked up and saw an expression of triumph in his eyes. Immediately after dealing with his zipper, he moved back two meters. He smiled, then said:
- The bitch has returned to her master?
At the sound of these words, a tingle went through me. I just swallowed my saliva and nodded wordlessly.
- Do you know how dogs mark territory bitch? - He asked, then took out his cock. I never compared the tools of my fiancé and ex, but this time I had to. They were generally similar in length, or slightly above average, Jason however, was straighter and thicker.
- Nooo ... - I replied, on my knees trying to get closer to him. At that moment I felt something warm and wet on my tits. I looked in front of me with horror and saw that Jason was starting to pee on me. The smell of urine was beginning to spread through the room, a biting, sour smell. I could feel the liquid running down my stomach, soaking my panties with it. I don't think I've ever been as hot as I was at that moment. Unable to stand the tension, I put my hand in my panties and began to press my clitoris first gently, then harder and harder. Admittedly, peeing for me was new, but we had done a few, somewhat extreme things before.
The thought flashed through my mind that I had to do something with my panties, because I would have no way to get home. I took them off, and put my finger in the hole. In the meantime, the golden stream was over. I watched with maximum excitement as the last drops fell from the tip of Jason's penis onto the wooden panels. I quickly inserted two fingers into my doubly wet pussy and pushed as far as I could, repeating again and again until I came for the first time that evening.
The feeling was incredible, full of a perverse delight I hadn't felt in years, having managed to get used to traditional stimuli. I felt until an incredible warmth spread over my body, my fingers curled and my lips tightened, giving out quiet, muffled moans. After a while, feeling my emotions weaken slightly, unable to stand it any more, I got on my knees to Jason's standing member and took it into my mouth. At first I squirmed from the sourly bitter taste of the residue from his urine.
- Yep - he purrs - a bitch cleans alpha dog.
After a short moment, he grabbed my chin and pulled me upwards, so that I was looking with my gray eyes straight into the dark of his. He took the ends of my blond hair from my face, pulled it behind my ear and said:
- You are mine again, you smell of me. You are not to wash today, do you understand? He is supposed to smell my scent while lying down to sleep next to you. He is supposed to smell my scent from your mouth, kissing you. Do you understand?
I nodded submissively. Of course I would go to the bathtub as soon as I returned, but this moment required me to agree to it.
I went back to sucking. I gently licked him from root to mushroom, then taking him in my mouth and sucking him like the world's biggest lollipop. I could feel his standing cock hardening under my tongue. I covered him as much as possible with saliva. However, I didn't want him to come in my mouth. I had to have him inside me. I simply had to, otherwise I would be completely unsatisfied.
I looked carefully around the room, noticing the couch. I got up and headed toward it, holding my ex-boyfriend's hand. I sat down on my knees, pushing my butt back and holding onto the backrest with my hands. He was already about to insert, I could feel him rubbing against my wet pussy to cover it with his juices. At that moment, however, a light came on and reminded me that I was just after ovulation, at the most fertile time of my cycle. Preferring to be honest, I said:
- I don't take the pill.
- Should I go to the store?
I remembered that he didn't react well to condoms, so I just quietly answered him:
- No. Just take out a long time ahead of time.
- Okay.
And at that moment I felt him enter all the way in, from the very end. He began to move steadily, faster and faster. I began to moan louder and louder. I felt him pressing against the entrance to my uterus. I reached my hand to my clitoris and started rubbing it, which made me come immediately. I let out a loud scream. Jason pushed harder, and harder, every now and then. He did not look at all to see if he was gentle in what he was doing.
- In prison, I jerked off every day to your picture Sylvia.
It may seem strange, but at that moment I felt like it was the best compliment in the world.
Suddenly I felt a bump on my buttocks. I had a pear-shaped build, so my breasts were rather small, but from the waist down, my thighs and buttocks were very large. I never knew why, but both my lovers found my bottom very exciting. Anyway, I like spanking a lot, so while he was pounding the same spot harder and harder until it hurt and turned red, I was pushing my buttocks into his crotch. Finally, at one of the harder spanks, I arched forward and his penis popped out of my vagina. Uuuugh, I squealed.
After just a while, however, the roles switched. He lay down on the couch, and I sat on him and began to ride him. Faster and faster, rocking my buttocks back and forth, pausing only for successive orgasms, from which my head was already stirring. Wanting to speed up even more, to feel him even deeper, I stood on my tiptoes and started jumping on his cock. I pushed to the limit until he grabbed my thigh, and I, pulled as if from a trance, looked down at my ex's face.
- I will come soon, get up - he said.
At the word "I'll come soon" I got hot inside. What if? Somewhere in my heart, however, a thought arose against reason: I want his children, not Julian's, I want a strong son or ******** to be like the father in the future. Threatening, but confidently walking through the world.
I sat on his cock, thrusting even deeper.
- Come inside me - I whispered. I felt a feeling of shame, remorse, but it was too late for that. I had already decided.
- What if you get pregnant? - he asked uncertainly.
- Then I will give birth to puppies for you, - I muttered, biting his ear. Immediately he grabbed me by the neck and squeezed me, and I felt at the same time the warmth of the cum spreading over my pussy, flowing into my uterus, another part flowing out straight to his short pubic hair.
- You're already mine, my bitch, I'm going to make you a brat - he choked out in a spasm of his orgasm.
We then lay cuddled for a while longer, and I thought about the consequences of what I had done. I still want Julian to raise my children, but I don't want them to be his. I don't know if I will succeed, probably not. Maybe I'll confess, it's better that way. And then I'll become a single mother or go back to Jason.
As you can guess, over the next few weeks I visited my ex several times, each time he ended up inside me, more he didn't even ask if he could. I felt amazing as he, as he put it, "inseminated his bitch". He just did what he wanted with me. On the other hand, with Julian I had sex less often, trying to avoid him during the fertile window, and all the time asking him to come everywhere but inside me.
Today, instead, I am ten weeks pregnant, the happiest in the world. I'm stroking my belly knowing that I'm going to have the most wonderful black baby in the world. Because it's his, Jason's, and my genes will have. And I already know today that no matter who I'm with, it's his children I want to bear in my life, and I know that someday I'll be back for more....
