Category: impregnation fetish

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It had been way too long since I had seen my sugar daddy. He had been out of town with his family for ten long days. I can’t believe we’ve been seeing each other for eight months now. I’ll never forget how my heart skipped a beat the first time I laid eyes on him. I felt like I was dreaming. He was too perfect to be real. When I met his beautiful wife, I wondered what he saw in me. Then I saw how she treated him. He’s not happy with her at all. He tells me that he wants me to wreck his home. When he fucks me, he tells me that he wants to impregnate and breed me. I love it so much.

I missed him so much while he was on vacation. So I decided to meet him at his office when he got in on Monday morning. He looked pleasantly surprised to see me. A huge smile bloomed across his face. His dick grew visibly harder through his slacks right before my eyes.

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

 

I arrived at my new employer’s residence dressed in my sexy maid uniform and high-heeled stilettos. I was determined to be the best maid. I was greeted by the owner of the residence. He was a tall, handsome, dark-haired, middle-aged man. His eyes lit up like candles combing over my hot young body. He cleared his throat before speaking. I could tell from the looks of the house that he had a six-figure job. It was immaculate. I was slightly intimidated to have to clean such a massive mansion.  He adjusted his pants and gave me a tour of the enormous mansion.

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I always loved when he called me “A good girl.” Something about those words makes a tingle run down my spine. It’s the validation that only a Daddy could give his obedient slut. I crave the feeling of giving him pleasure. I loathe the sensation of his cock exploding inside me. He knows all he has to do is give the order, and I will oblige. He is turned on by my unwavering loyalty and obedience. Today was no different from any other day. He called ahead to let me know he was on his way home and instructed me to prepare myself. The huge grin I wore was evidence of what he had in store for me

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Tonight is a new moon, and tomorrow is the first day of spring. You know what that means. It’s time to manifest, it’s time for new beginnings. Time for new things that will make your life better. What is it that will make your life better? Little Rachel, at any age? A tiny, little virgin pussy? Or a barely legal, tight teen pussy? Maybe it’s a teen tease to drive you wild. How about a homewrecker that will destroy your marriage with the addictive little pussy that you can’t stay away from. Do you want to impregnate me and breed me? Or maybe you’re just a fucking loser that wants me to drain your wallet and take all of your money. Are you a sissy that wants to be dressed up and then fucked like a girl? Or do you want a babysitter that will change your diaper or have my way with you? Do you have a foot fetish? I love to wrap my tiny feet around hard dicks and feel them explode and drip warm cum between my toes. Tell me what you’re looking for. Maybe it’s me.

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doctor fetish

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Under the sterile clinic lights, wearing my favorite red dress felt like a mistake. “Amber?” A nurse called from the doorway, with a clipboard in her hand. Her smile was tight, but professional. “Dr. Lorne will see you now.”

I followed, as my heels tapped too loud against the linoleum. The exam room was cold. Paper-covered table, stirrups gleaming like instruments of some forgotten ritual. Then he walked in. Dr. Lorne. Tall. Calm. Silver watch on his left wrist…the kind that ticks just loud enough to sync with your pulse if you’re listening. He didn’t look at my chart. He looked at me. Not in a leering way. Worse. Like he already knew things.

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breeding

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My hand trembled slightly as I pulled it back from Mr. Thorne’s firm grip. This was the biggest deal of my career, and it was done. “To celebrate, Stella,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “you must join me for dinner.” I accepted. The restaurant was upscale, the drinks flowed, and his eyes, dark and intense, seemed to see through me, past the business woman, to something deeper.

Dinner ended, but the night was young. “One more drink?” he asked, his hand lightly on my arm as we stepped out into the cool city air. The ‘one more drink’ became two, then three, in a dimly lit bar where the music was soft and the world outside faded. He leaned closer, his scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely masculine, filling my senses. My usual discipline, my careful boundaries, began to dissolve.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He told me that he had a fetish. I asked him what it was. But before he could answer, I had to go check on another table. Before I could get back over there, my imagination was running wild. He was a big biker type. I was wondering what on earth it could be. A strap on? Feet? Eating cum? Wearing panties? Then I finally made it back over to his table. He told me that it was breeding, impregnation, and breastfeeding. And he told me that every time he’s come here over the past couple of months, he’s been fantasizing about fulfilling this sexual desire, this fetish, with me. He said that he imagines implanting his fertile seed deep inside my womb. Then watching my body change would turn him on so much. Just knowing that he caused it to happen would be the ultimate. He said that watching a woman’s stomach grow and breasts swell is so fascinating. And just knowing that a life is growing inside of her because his cum is so potent is completely exhilarating. The thought of fucking a swollen, extra wet pregnant pussy gets him rock hard and dripping.

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Big Dick Daddy

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

You know what I love more than a big dick daddy? When that big dick daddy cums inside me and there’s a risk of me getting pregnant. When someone asks me what I’m in the mood for when I’m feeling extra kinky, my go to is always impregnation phone sex.

I didn’t know I was into it until I started here and guys would be telling me that they wanted a role play about it. I’d be their wife who fucks big, thick cocks all the time and eventually ends up pregnant.

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family fun

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walk into the kitchen, where you’re making lunch. Watching you, I can see the sweat on your back, the way your shirt clings to your skin. I walk up behind you, pressing my body against yours. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day, Paulie,” I announce. “The way your muscles flex as you move around the house, the way your jeans hug your ass. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, thinking about how good it would feel to have you inside me.”

You turn around, a smirk on your face. “Is that so?” you ask, your hands finding my hips. “And what makes you think I want to fuck you, Amber?” I grin, my hands moving to your chest. “Because I know you do,” I say, my fingers tracing the lines of your muscles. “I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me for years, just like I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”

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crush

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I have a girl crush. It’s terrible how much I crush over her tiny figure and sweet little curls. My reasons for wishing to be like her are because of him. The man I really want to be with, but I’m too old for him. Too used up and not as fresh and innocent as her. She has the widest eyes that take in the world with wonder and amazement. I think that’s why he wants her so much.

She doesn’t know what a monster he is. I’m sure there hasn’t been a single thought that’s crossed her naive brain about him hurting her, but he will. I know he will because I’m going to hand-deliver her to him so he’ll take notice of me.

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