Breeding Beauties! Pt. 03

In the summer of 2018, I was working in Austin, TX on a new type of visualization hardware.

I'd been in the city around a month, and was looking for a house with a pool. Having lived in Texas before, I knew how hot it could get, and having a pool for those blisteringly hot summer days is a luxury I could afford, fortunately. The product I was working on, I was almost certain, would be far too expensive to ever turn a profit, but the corporation paying me was so big and had so much money that it could take years, even decades, for them to abandon an endeavor.

So, I found myself with a relatively cushy job, extremely easy, high paying, and it afforded me large amounts of free time.

I started talking with a 22 year old woman online who lived in San Antonio, which was a few hours away.

Her name was Chey.

She had dark hair, beautiful skin, reaallyyy large breasts, and was younger than me by around 12 years. From what I could tell, she wasn't that interested in a true career. She worked at a high end gas station, and lived with her grandparents.

To be frank, her life was a bit messy. Living with family awhile is something *most* people have to do at some point as an adult when rough times hit. However, in her case, she lived in a closet under their stairs, because there were no spare bedrooms.

I'm not making this up. And yes, just like H. P.

She was surprised by my dick size in a few photos I sent. I'm stupidly wide down there, and she said she was worried a bit about taking my dick from behind.

We'd planned to meet for the first time on a Friday night and have dinner. It was barely Tuesday, though, and I was getting more and more stirred up wondering how far the date would go. We'd exchanged some pics, and I'd been wrong-- her tits were *massive*. Plus, she had a wonderfully voluptuous body, and a pussy that was wet in every photo she took for me.

I was getting that urge to breed.

I decided to be direct. Worst case scenario-- she'd ghost me.

I text her: "Are you on birth control?"

Her reply was almost immediate.

"No. Why?"

I stared at the sentence, wondering if I should press further.

Fuck it.

"Because I think I want to skip dinner, meet at a hotel, and cum in you."

She was wrong-footed and surprised, but immediately wanted to know more.

I explained, simply put, that I wanted to breed her. I didn't want to court her, I wanted to push my fat dick inside her from behind, and then drop a week's worth of cum into her pussy-- and if she was ovulating, then that was even better.

A few minutes later, she acknowledged that, actually, she began her first day of ovulation that month only a day after our proposed first date, so Saturday.

I eagerly explained that, if allowed, I'd give her a baby. No questions asked.

All the sudden she was ecstatic. It seemed like this was basically a big win in her book, and we began making additional plans for Friday.

Four days later, I picked her up from her grandparents house, and within an hour she was naked on the bed on her tummy as I worked my fat dick in and out of her tight pussy. She moaned when she was close to orgasming, and I'd promptly fill her with my cum. I usually breed intelligent women, but there was something about her that I couldn't help being drawn to.

She got SO much cum.

At one point she rolled out of bed, with my cum slowly oozing out of her pink, used pussy, and was unsteady on her feet. She came back with a drink, but I bent her over and began fucking her swollen, oozing pussy as she reached over to the nightstand for a straw for her drink.

It turned her on that I wanted a few pictures of her cum filled pussy, too.

However, she had a bit of an attitude. She could be a bit bossy, but sexually, everything... worked.

After 24 hours of stern dicking, I dropped her and her used pussy off at her house. Two weeks later we got confirmation she was pregnant, and I made arrangements to pay her weekly for childcare costs the next 18 years.

That was about seven years ago.

Two months ago she started asking for a second baby. I've been adamant that she can't have any more of my kids, but then she started sending increasingly desperate videos of herself nude and begging for my cum. I kept telling her no, and reminded her I bred only when inspired to do so.

Last month, fresh off a workout, I checked my phone to find a text from her with a video of herself on her back, giant tits out, while slowly rubbing her spread pussy-- which was clearly full of cum already.

"What happened?" I text her.

"You've got some competition! I met a guy who filled me up." she replied.

I'd never considered giving her another kid-- but the thought of some random guy packing my baby mama full of loser cum bothered me, slightly.

"I've got a four week load built up rn." I told her.

"Can I have it?" she text back, mere seconds later.

Four hours later, I met her at her new job, which was at a call center.

She took me to the vacant store room, and locked the door behind us. I'd taken my fat, heavy dick out already, and her eyes got wide at the site of the only dick to put a baby in her.

She stripped quickly, exposing her longer breasts and hairy pussy. She'd also gained some weight, which made her hips that much more round.

We got on the floor together.

I grabbed one leg and lifted it to expose her pussy.

I didn't see any cum in her. Not then.

"Cough for me." I said.

She stared, and the look on her face was one of true confusion.

"Cough!" I repeated, more firmly.

After a pause, she shrugged.

I watched her pussy as she forced a couple coughs. A small amount of cum appeared-- near her delicate opening.

When I looked up, she was smirking: "You're jealousssss, Jonny".

I pushed her over on her back and immediately mounted her, pressing my golf ball sized cockhead deep into her unprepared guts. She let out a high pitched squeal of shock, and I felt the telltale indication I've bottomed out in a girl's pussy.

I pumped her for 15 minutes as she lay on the floor, and some of my deeper thrusts caused her legs to spasm as my thick meat bopped into her nerves.

She'd said she was ovulating, prior to this meeting.

Looking down, her cunt was stretched across my shaft, including the individual veins. I withdrew, glancing at her now vacant cunt.

I leaned forward, stroking her breasts and tracing my fingers around a few of her poor quality tattoos. She mewled softly.

I powered forward into her again, and pulled her hips back to ensure her pussy was fully stretched across my dick meat. She gasped.

Enough of this.

I pounded her hard and fast, right through two of her orgasms, never slowing.

Now, if I wanted, I could fill her with nut and sire a second offspring from her line. If, of course, my swimmers got there first.

I pulled out of her pussy, and stood.

She looked up at me, an expression of hurt and, perhaps, thwarted ambition on her face.

"Wait, you didn't cum?!" she whined.

I smiled, zipping my jeans up.

"No, I didn't."

She scrambled to her feet, breasts jiggling, and looking panicked.

"Baby, I..." she began to say, before trailing off.

I waited.

She pouted. "He didn't mean, anything-- I just, you know-- wanted you to get jealous, and give me some of *your* dick."

She was still nude, and from a biological perspective, I still felt a desire bend her over and breed her.

But I didn't. She'd overstepped.

"I hope he's got money." I said, laughing.

Her eyes clenched in anger briefly, but softened quickly: "Baby, can you please just... finish?" She bent forward, pawing at my pants and clearly attempting to unzip me.

I slapped her hand away, grabbed her by the neck, and brought her face to mine so our eyes were inches apart. Her naked body trembled against me-- her fat, mommy titties pressed to my chest. She's breastfed my offspring with those things, and they were deliciously soft.

"No more from me." I said, firmly. Her eyes were wide, and welled with tears. I'd destroyed her hopes of additional income, most likely.

I pushed her away, and left the room as she began to ugly cry-- her massive tits jiggled through the sobs.

She keeps asking for a baby, though, so apparently his load didn't do the job.

I'll probably give in, eventually.

Should I? Does anyone have an opinion? If so, I'll breed her and post another story here about the details.