Secret Breeding Kink: Give Me Your Seed!

He’s looking over my shoulder.

“You know you don’t have to take that, right?” he says, pointing to the metallic packet in my hand.  We’re in the bathroom, and I’m about to take my birth control pill before we go to bed.  Obviously, he hasn’t noticed I’m about to pop the Monday pill and it’s Thursday.  What can I say?  Sometimes, I’m forgetful.  But the fact that he wants me to stop taking the pill isn’t completely a surprise.  I figured out his secret breeding kink the first time we slept together.

I put my hand on my hip and lock eyes with him.  “Babe, you know I’m super fertile right now.  I’m ovulating.  If I don’t take this, what’s going to happen when you fill me all up with your big, strong sperm tonight?”  I reach forward and grab his crotch, bunching his boxers up in my hand.  He’s already hard, of course.  Any mention of impregnating me satisfies his secret breeding kink.  And I like to tease him.  His dick stiffens even more in my hand when I continue, “I forgot to take the pill a few times already this week.”  Sheepishly, I shrug.  “I always lose track of time when I’m with you, baby.”

As I say that, I pull him close to me, leaning back against the sink.  I take his hand and put it between my legs so he can feel how damp my panties are.

He’s not the only one with a secret breeding kink.

Nothing makes me cum harder than when he’s behind me, pumping his hard cock into my tight pussy.  His breath hot on my neck.  Then his hand grabs my hair and pulls my head back.  “I want to fill that pussy with my cum.  I want to breed you, I want you pregnant and barefoot.”  As he says that, his other hand grips my stomach.  I can feel his dick so deep in me.

“Do it,” I moan.  “Fill me, give me all of your cum!”  And in that moment, it’s true.  I’ll say goodbye to my wild party girl ways, I’ll stay in the kitchen with my growing belly.  I’ll let him squeeze my milk-engorged tits and feed from me.  Sometimes I wonder if my secret breeding kink is even more intense than his.

We usually cum at the same time, both of us high on the idea of him impregnating me.  After, I’ll lie back, putting my legs up the headboard so gravity can do its job.  And he’ll trace my stomach with his fingertips.

I want him to fill me up right now.

I turn myself around and put my hands on the sink, pressing my ass against his crotch, the position I consider the best for breeding.  My eyes meet his in the mirror.  I reach back and pull his cock out of his boxers.  And he knows what I want.  He can see the look on my face.  He has to feed my secret breeding kink the same way I feed his.

Eagerly, he yanks my panties down, and I feel his hardness against my cunt.  “Breed me,” I whisper, gripping the sink and pushing back against him.  “Give me your sperm.”  As he plunges into me, I pick up the birth control pill packet.  With each thrust, I pop a pill through the silver casing.  Then another. Together, we watch as a dozen pills slide down the drain.

“I want you naked all the time,” he says, his stomach pressed against my back and his cock ramming into me.  “You’ll stay at home, grow my seed.  You’ll be so grateful every time you touch your full belly.”  He cups my flat stomach in his hand.  “Imagine what you’ll look like in nine months.”  His hands slide up to squeeze my tits, gently pinching my nipples, mimicking milking motions.

Our secret breeding kink is no longer secret.

When I let out a moan, he knows I want him to breed me.  He pushes in as deep as he can.  “Take my load,” he roars, exploding inside of me.  Before I can even react, he pulls out of me, lifting me onto the vanity and parting my legs.  He loves admiring his work, watching that creampie slip from my pussy, his cock still throbbing with desire.  He runs his tongue up my slit and then kisses me, sharing his cum.  Then he carries me to bed, only to wake me up for another round in the morning.

Later, after he’s gone to work and I’m just waking up, I hear a sound at the front door.  It must be the naughty mail delivery I was expecting.  When I stand up, I feel him dripping down my thighs.  Then I walk to the door and grab the package outside.  I rip open the envelope, pulling out my pharmacy order.  Just what I was waiting for:  a box of pregnancy tests.  Maybe our secret breeding kink has been fulfilled.

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