Begging to Be Bred
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Lately, I can orgasm just from the thought of being bred.
The idea of being filled to the brim by Dante’s big cock has taken over my mind.
He came inside me a couple weeks ago. I don’t take birth control.
I told myself I should be mad. But I wasn’t.
He gave me exactly what I had been craving.
Mark, my husband, had a vasectomy after we had our three kids.
We’re done. I don’t want any more babies.
But the thought of someone else getting me pregnant? That fantasy is different.
It’s dangerous. It’s delicious.
Even though the reality would be terrifying, I can’t stop wanting it.
Part of me wants to be bred. To be stretched. To be used completely.
Mark gets it.
He finds it just as hot.
He knows exactly what kind of slut he married.
When he got the vasectomy, it erased the fear.
Every time he came in me, there was no risk, no worry.
Now with Dante, you’d think I’d panic.
But I don’t.
I just keep track of my cycle. I know when I’m ovulating.
Yesterday was one of those days.
I planned to use a condom.
I told myself I would.
But then an appointment got canceled, and I happened to be near Dante’s place.
I texted him.
He texted back almost immediately.
“Come by. Door’s unlocked.”
When I walked in, he was already naked.
Sweaty from the gym. Ripped. Smiling.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he said. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
I followed him to the bathroom without thinking.
He lit a joint, took a hit, and passed it to me.
The steam filled the room.
I leaned in close and whispered,
“You’re so fucking sexy. I’ve been thinking about your cock all day.”
I reached around him, grabbed that thick, meaty shaft.
He was already hard.
“Oh yeah?” he grinned.
“Yeah,” I said, stroking him slowly. “But I think you ruined me. You came in me the other night.”
His smile faded for a second.
“For real? You okay?”
I laughed.
“Nothing like that. I’m fine. But ever since you did… I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I just want it more and more.”
“Oh really?”
I nodded.
“And I’m ovulating today. So we need to be careful. Promise me you won’t cum in my pussy. Cum in my mouth or ass. Just not inside.”
He smirked and grabbed my ass.
“Got it. I’ll behave. Even though you’re making it really hard saying shit like that.”
But the second we hit the bed, all caution disappeared.
Dante slammed into me, slow and deep.
I felt every inch. Every ridge.
Stretching me until my body trembled.
I needed to pee so bad, but I couldn’t tell him to stop.
Instead, I grabbed my phone and texted Mark.
“Do you want to watch me be a slut on FaceTime?”
Mark called instantly.
I answered and propped the phone up on the dresser.
Made sure he could see everything.
His face on the screen—jaw tight, eyes locked on me—sent another wave of heat through my core.
Dante pulled out and teased my clit with the thick head of his cock.
Slow circles. Watching me whimper.
Grinning as I rocked my hips, desperate.
I never looked away from the phone.
I wanted Mark to see me lose control.
Dante pushed back in, making me gasp.
“You’re so thick,” I moaned.
“I love how you stretch my tight little white pussy.”
Mark was still watching.
Still breathing heavy.
Watching his wife get destroyed.
Dante picked up the pace.
Hard, deep thrusts that made the bed shake.
I couldn’t think straight.
“I want you to breed my pussy. Please. I need your cum.”
He pulled out, groaning.
Hot cum shot across my clit, my belly, my tits.
I scooped some up and licked it off my fingers, moaning while I stared into the camera.
I was a mess.
But Dante wasn’t done.
He flipped me onto my hands and knees and slid back inside.
No hesitation. No mercy.
I was drooling into the sheets, babbling.
I couldn’t even speak.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
“I’m fucking ruined. I’m BBC only now.”
From now on, if Mark wants to be inside me, he’s going to need a condom.
I heard him groan through the phone.
Still watching. Still obsessed.
Dante yanked my hair, pulled me up so I could look into the screen again.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Please. Please cum in me. I need it so bad. I don’t care. Just do it.”
He pulled out at the last second, jerking over my clit.
Another hot mess spilled across me.
It wasn’t what I begged for.
But maybe that’s for the best.
I collapsed face down, shaking.
Completely used.
I turned my head to look at the phone.
Mark was still there.
Breathing heavy. Staring like I was the only thing that mattered.
He smiled.
“That was so fucking hot.”
I smiled back, wiped the drool from my chin, and whispered,
“You like watching me get ruined, baby?”
He nodded.
He couldn’t even speak.
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