Breeding Beauties - Pt. 05

Jill was tiny. Extremely tiny. She was a coworker, and couldn't have weighed more than 95 lbs, at most. She was Filipino, but the shape of her eyes was noticeable-- they were quick, delicately structured, and always perfectly framed by her eyeliner.

In fact, she did everything very carefully and directly. When sitting at her desk, her back was ramrod straight. She rarely wasted time, ever.

I'd had a few odd sex dreams about her, and that was it. She was 22, and I was 39.

She sat next to her boyfriend, since the company allowed it. Henry was quiet, and usually had no opinions on anything.

Jill, on the other hand, led from the front. She wasn't in my department, but many technical decisions I made affected her department.

She made a move on me during a late day at the office when Henry was out for a medical appointment. It caught me off guard, because I was in a relationship myself, so was she, and the move to initiate was not in character, from what I knew of her.

But, as I quickly realized, that was very little.

It was past 8:00pm, and I'd been in the tiny breakroom getting a sparkling lemon soda when she approached me. Looking over, I noticed what seemed a change in her posture.

She seemed incredibly focused. Her eyes locked to mine, not blinking, or wavering.

"Hey, Jonny." She seemed to force a quick, fake smile.

"Hey there, Jill" I replied. "About to head out?"

"Actually, I need to eat before the drive home-- otherwise I get tummy cramps." She rubbed her tummy, slightly, and the movement wrinkled the white fabric along her abdomen.

I paused. Was this...

I looked back to her, "Want to run by that upscale cafeteria? The one across the street-- my treat!" I said brightly.

I hadn't finished the word 'treat' before she was nodding.

"Sure! Can we go now?" she asked.

"Yeah, lemme log out-- 5 mins?"

She nodded, smiled, and flashed around the corner out of sight.

Four minutes later, I found her waiting by the door already, with her thumbs tucked under her backpack straps. She grinned nervously as I approached, and we made small talk all the way to through the parking garage towards the street.

"So yeah, we'll see if it happens or not-- hard to tell with some bids if there's even a possibility of it working out." I said, on the topic of client work.

Then I realized she'd stopped walking.

Looking back, I saw her staring at me, frozen in place.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Can we go to your place?" she asked quickly, meeting my eyes, and again, not blinking.

I considered everything. There was no conflict with... fucking her, but... it did tug at my conscience. However...

Dropping the cordial workplace demeanor, I squared my body to face her, and looked her up and down. She had tiny breasts, being so small-- but I couldn't deny I wanted to see her naked, and stuff her full of my fat cock. Lastly, what she didn't know was that I was currently walking around with a fat, three week load built up inside me, and the notion of shooting all that greasy jizz in Jill from behind was wildly appealing.

"Yes." I eventually replied.

She gulped quickly, and the parking garage lights caught the sheen of even that small movement. "Okay!" she said.

"This way?" she asked, jerking her head toward the section of parking our company rented.

The ride home was uneventful. More small talk.

When we got inside my house, her demeanor had shifted again. Now, she seemed resolute-- even determined.

Before I could get my lanyard off she was on me.

Her arms encircled me, and she pressed her face, eyes closed, to my lower chest.

I wrapped my arms around her. She melted against me, pressing her small breasts to my body.

This was going to be fun.

"Let's fuck each other" she said quietly, and I caught a hint of suppressed excitement.

I nodded.

She stepped away, waiting.

I took my shirt off, then pants. Then, I kicked off my boxers.

She stared down, eyes wide, as my thick dick and engorged cockhead bobbed. I'm girthy down there, and women never fail to remark on it. Jill, however, was utterly silent.

I waited.

After a pause, she swallowed, still looking at my cock, and absently reached for her bra clasp behind her back. She got it off, then pulled her shirt off, giving me a full view of her small breasts. Her nipples were hard, and exceedingly dark colored. She still hadn't looked away from my cock as she fumbled with her denim shorts button.

I continued waiting, not wishing to miss any moment of her undressing. She hopped to one foot, kicking off her shorts, and finally met my eyes, with her light pink panties still on.

"Take those off." I said, softly.

She reached a hand to her eye, and wiped away a fresh tear, as I noticed she was on the brink of crying. Without a second thought, I stepped forward to comfort her,, but she began speaking as I placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I'm alright!" She smiled widely, eyes wet. "I just... this means a lot to me."

I tilted my head, waiting to see if she would elaborate.

"Um, I've never done this before, and you're... well, you're huge, Jonny."

"I'm used to..." she looked embarrassed, as she held up her hands to indicate what must have represented no more than a two and a half inch penis.

I nodded, "We'll go at your pace, Jill."

Her eyes flashed back to mine: "No, no, I-- let's go..." she chopped one hand into the pal of her other, "full throttle."

The word seemed to echo the room for a moment.

Looking down, my cockhead swelled further, as the tip pressed against her hip.

I knew how I wanted her in that moment.

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder as I walked to the bedroom, and her heartbeat was rapid and noticeable against my shoulder.

She was silent, but her body was tense.

I paused in the doorway, and looked at her small rear to the left of my face.

I petted her butt cheek once, reassuringly-- and then gripped her pink underwear and ripped them off in one motion.

Over my shoulder, Jill gasped.

Panties now gone, the aroma of Jill's excited pussy met my nose.

The sliding door to my closet has floor to length mirrors, and they reflected my naked form, and Jill's butt draped over my shoulder. Walking forward, and wetting my right index finger in my mouth, I took her right butt cheek and spread it away from the left to expose her tiny, dripping pussy. The skin of her pussy was darker, and she made a sharp intake of breath as I pressed my index finger inside.

She was ready.

Full throttle had differing meanings, though, and normally I adopted a dominant role, though usually with voluptuous women with large hips.

Jill was getting something different.

I threw her onto the bed, and caught one of her wrists in my right hand, before tucking it behind her back and pushing her face into the bed sheets with my left hand. This left her on her knees, bent over in front of me. She was breathing quickly now.

"I'm going to cum in you." I stated.

She was silent. Then she looked back over her shoulder at me.

"Promise?" she asked. Her eyes were wild, and I sensed her greed instinctually.

I smiled.

No, not doggy-- she wanted full throttle, right?

I released her, and she slumped forward.

I laid on my back, and gestured for her to come over.

Jill licked her lips, once, crawling toward me. I smiled, and she gave a nervous smile back.

She rose up, before crouching over my dick, and hesitated as she looked down at all that mean dick meat.

Giving a chuckle, I seized her hips and pulled her tiny pussy onto onto my throbbing dick-- Jill yelped, and as I noticed the bulge of my cockhead through her abdomen as I pulled her further onto me. Jill had remained up right, until now, but her eyes were unfocused and she slumped forward, seemingly only barely capable of keeping her torso upright.

I held there, feeling fresh trickles of her juices running down my balls.

Jill moaned insensibly, stirring slightly, eyes closed.

I took her hips in my hands, and pressed the last few inches into her pussy. There was a sense of resistance, then I was fully inside. Jill uttered a noise between a gurgle and a moan, before I put my hand on her throat and tilted her torso upright.

I wish I had a picture of that moment. Her eyes were open, but hooded. Her pussy was barely taking my dick meat, and her small breasts seemed flattened to her chest.

After several moments of dick induced stupor, Jill roused, blinked rapidly, and met my eyes. I stared back stonily.

"Ride me." I ordered her.

Jill swallowed, then seeming to fight off the disorientation of having half the organs in her abdomen rearranged to accommodate a monster cock.

Taking a breath, she rose slightly, no more than an inch-- looking down, her dark pussy lips were awash in fluids and stretched obscenely around my thick dick.

She hissed softly as she lowered herself back down.

She settled, growing still.

Her head snapped up "I'm not on birth control" she said in a rush. "Is that.. well, okay?"

I said nothing, but swung her onto the bed, still very much filling her, and pistoned my dick brutally into her smaller body as she lay on her back.

Jill's neck muscles clenched, her head rose an inch off the bed, and her eyes shut tightly.

Looking further down, the delicate skin of her chest was flawless.

"Open your eyes, Jill."

Her eyes opened quickly, meeting mine.

I withdrew from her, before impaling her again-- half way down Jill nearly shut her eyes again, but rallied and matched my gaze as I sunk into her.

She was panting now.

"Are you..." she cleared her throat "like, fixed?"

"No."

Jill closed her eyes, slumping to the bed again. "Fuckin'... do it, then." she swore emphatically, and I felt her pussy clench on my dick once, as if to reinforce the point.

That was all I needed.

I leaned over her, covering her with my body, and sunk my left hand under her small back, and tucked my right under her left butt cheek, which I gripped tightly.

I began to fuck her in earnest-- each thrust from my golf ball sized dickhead stretched her pussy a bit wider as I worked her over. At first her pussy clung tightly to my dick, but then went slack as her anatomy submitted to a breeding age male. I could feel the bed becoming wet under my knees with the fluids bubbling out of her small body.

Then, she smiled-- with no trace of tension. A peaceful smile. Utterly content.

It's called dick brain. Fuck a woman right and they collapse inward-- it puts them in a place where they're happy and feel safe, and they soften from the inside out as a joyous sensation radiates outward into their musculature. Biology is fascinating.

I pounded Jill steadily, never slowing, and her pussy began to grip me languidly as I withdrew each time. Her eyes were shut, again, and her hardened nipples had softened against my chest.

Sensing her enjoyment, I pulled my dick out of her, and her fine dark pubic hair clung to my purple dick head as I exited.

Her eyes flew open "What? What's wrong?" she had that focused look again.

I stood at the end of the bed, enjoying the sight before me.

She was splayed out, pussy dripping with fluid and beaten open, but she still wanted more.

I smiled, shrugging "You're a great person, Jill. I let myself get a little dominant, but I shouldn't have said that-- about cumming in you. It would definitely complicate your life, and career, if you got pregnant."

Jill nodded, maintaining eye contact. "I'm well aware of that", she said neutrally.

I eyed her breasts, saying nothing more.

Her voice grew louder, strident: "You promised."

I looked back, now wary.

"You want a baby?" I asked, now curious.

She pursed her lips.

"Henry wants kids. I just..." she spread her arms suddenly, exasperated.

"I need, you know, a little better material-- to work with." she said with a bit of a pleading edge in her tone.

I understood. I'd seen it before.

Right man, wrong genes. Strong women tend to skirt moral implications to have both.

I straightened, feeling the edge of the instinct to breed take hold: "You're ovulating now?"

Jill was silent. She looked to the right, out the windows, and sighed.

"Henry's my soulmate, but even he... agrees it should be someone else. And, yes, I am."

I nodded, slowly.

"And he knows about this...?"

She lowered her chin, blinking slowly once "Obviously."

Well. That settled it.

"So just cum in you, then?" I smiled.

Jill's face swung to eagerness faster than thought "Multiple times, if possible." Her brow furrowed "I can't stay the night, Henry and I agreed. But you can.. uh, cum as much as you want."

Then, "In me, I mean", she said quickly, as if it wasn't obvious.

I was inside of her in two seconds, and her mouth gaped open with the sensation of being full of eager dick meat again.

She gripped my arms tightly, and I felt her pussy clench surprisingly hard on my dick meat as she bit her lip, clenched the sheets in her fists and bucked her hips upward to skewer herself on my throbbing cock.

Heavenly.

I sunk on top of her, pushing my cockhead further inside-- her breath was rapid, and being so tiny, I could feel her tummy muscles against my body-- they quivered as I buried my thickly veined dick in her guts.

I could feel her heartbeat, smell her sweat and pussy, and I was balls deep in fertile hot girl pussy. Her wild eyes met mine, and their brown intensity is still burned into my memory as she gushed: "Do it, Jonny. I want yours."

I paused.

"When you go to the breakroom, you bring me something back each time. I don't care what-- soda, fruit, whatever, but only me. and as long as we work together."

Jill listened, then nodded quickly.

I raised up, pulling my veiny dick 90% out of her, before pausing.

Jill's rapid breathing was the only sound in the room.

Jill looked at me, pleading and focused.

I rammed my dick into her pussy, and her muscled legs both twitched in shock as I touched off a few deeply seated nerves. Jill's eye rolled back, she groaned, and I withdrew briefly before viciously pounding into her deeply yet again-- this time her pussy made a wet squelching noise.

Jill's tiny muscled hands gripped my shoulders tightly, and her head began to slump backward.

I leaned over, pressing my nose to her cheek gently: "Look in my eyes," I said.

Jill looked in my eyes-- her brown to my hazel.

She opened her mouth to speak, but it froze in place as I sawed my fat wet log into her again, pushing apart the muscled walls of her vagina and punching past the yielding ring of her cervix.

Jill convulsed under me-- now filled entirely by dick. Her tummy muscles quivered, and a low, frightened moan rose up out of her throat as she looked in my eyes

Then, I felt the first contraction in her cunt, followed by a second-- her eyes were hooded, locked to mine.

I savored the moment, and if I'm honest, the pride that comes from making another man's woman froth and cum around my reckless dick. Jill was hot as fuck, and looking down, I could see her brown pussy lips stretched wide around my conquering meat.

It was time to breed new life in Jill's quivering pussy.

I held her down, clenching her small wrists, now very serious and mission focused on breeding her. My fat cock, now ridiculously bulbous and swollen, was buried in Jill's pussy.

And then I released.

The first wild splurt of lava hot cum rocketed out of me--Jill's beautiful eyes snapped wide open and her mouth dropped as the fat load of seed splattered her pussy-- "Omg, Jonny, yes!" The second rope of cum followed the first, and a puddle of greasy jizz began to accumulate: "Fuckkkk, Jonny! I want it all! Give it to meeee! Her eyes never left mine throughout.

As a fifth splatter coated her insides, her eyes were glassing over slightly "I... I want it-- give it to me, Jonny. Fuck that baby in me,"

Jill clung to me now, and her fingers clenched into the meat of my biceps as subsequent loads filled her pussy. Near the tenth splurt, now subsiding, I felt her abused pussy pulsing greedily in a swallowing indulation around my cock head. I looked at Jill, quirking one brow up at her determination. Jill gave a shrug, half smiling-- she was being as thorough and detail oriented as always-- gobbling up my seed like her body wanted.

I kept her skewered in place under me for ten minutes, dick slowly growing soft, to ensure my spunk dripped down into her body. Jill carefully milked every drop out of me. She flared her cunt around me again and again, kissing my neck softly.

Then she got chatty, and suddenly playful.

"How tall are you?" she asked brightly, and my answer made her grin widely.

"Can we try tomorrow, too?" she ventured, eyes wide and imploring. "I'm fertile three days, with this being the first."

"Yes, if Henry drops you off." I replied.

She nodded so fast her neck could have broken. "Absolutely."

I laid back, watching her newfound glee fill the room with an all together different energy from the pervading seriousness she radiated when at work. She was... ecstatic.

I yawned. "Mm, if this set of attempts doesn't take, do you want to try next month?"

Jill scrambled forward to get close to my face, and a slurry of cum from her abused fuck hole was flung onto my right leg.

"Uh, *if* takes?" she chuckled. "I don't think that will be the case..", she stated, and her face clenched in an impish grin.

I've always enjoyed looking at my handiwork. It makes me become stern, often.

I seized her neck, and loudly told her: "Rotate yourself 180 degrees.. put your pussy on my chest and let me watch you breath and ooze my cum out."

Jill took a breath, dipped her head in a nod, and then did as instructed.

I could see my spunk dripping out thrashed pussy, into her matted pubic hair-- visual confirmation that cute little Jill had taken a fat load of my cum.

I reached for me phone, and Jill looked around to see what I was doing.

"You're taking a picture...?" she asked, with a hint of mirth in her voice.

"For the memory, yep."

She sighed, then languidly chuckled. "Well, you earned it."

I set my phone back down, now serious.

"But have you?" I asked.

Jill looked back around, the smile softening on her face "Me?", and then she looked down to see my hardening dick underneath her chest "Of fuck" she muttered.

I leapt to my knees, grabbed her hips, and pulled her wrecked and swollen fuck hole on my throbbing dick

Jill gasped, clenching the sheets in both hands, and submitted fully as I pounded her guts mercilessly from behind. The first time was enthusiastic breeding, and this second time was me sending a message.

Jill's body was defeated, now, and incapable of anymore than taking my dick, and she cooed softly as her insides were beaten.

Her knees buckled, and she fell forward, my dick sliding out of her as she slumped.

Weakly, she looked back over her shoulder at me, smiling-- "Is that all you've got?"

I grinned, and the sight of her pretty face stirred my blood.

I gathered her arms behind her back, held her wrists tightly in a clenched fist, and scooted forward over the slightly brown skin of her butt cheeks.

She was silent as I nosed my eager cockhead between her cheeks.

"You've done this before, Jonny. Haven't you?" she asked.

I pushed my cockhead between her pussy lips.

"Yes" I responded.

She said nothing as I gave a few light, questing thrusts. Then: "I think I... sensed it, maybe", she said. I chuckled.

"Your face is beautiful" she said. Her face was on the sheets, so she could make eye contact as she complimented me.

"Thank you, Jill", I said, before violently thrusting my dick into her-- Jill's eyes bulged with the fresh assault, and as her pretty mouth opened in an 'O' shape. Fuck she was so hot.

I let loose my remaining cum into her as she lay underneath me, pinned in place and helpless.

For a second time that night, we kept our positions long after the act itself-- from underneath me, she kept her eyes locked to mine as her pussy heaved and pulsed to lap up the seed I'd spilled into her body.

It was midnight as I withdrew, and Jill stumbled to the bathroom on stiff legs to pee and freshen up.

I made her suck my dick, once dressed, before she left, to ensure no part of her left without feeling my presence.

The next day, around 10am, Jill came to my desk. She halted, staring at me.

I looked up, seeing a cup of coffee in each hand.

Then she poured the second cup all over my desk.

I scrambled up to avoid the fate of my drenched keyboard.

"Pig" she said, loudly, and then returned to her desk.

Only two other people were there, and one was from HR, Helen, and the other was Jill's boyfriend, Henry.

I met Henry's gaze, and he, Henry mouthed something that looked like "phone", then pointed to his own phone, then mine.

Glancing over my coffee covered desk, I picked up my phone and noticed an icon for an unread test.

It was from Jill.

"Sorry-- I have to make sure the narrative is far from the reality! People talk, and I'd much rather have them thinking we hate each other than the truth-- which is that you're blowing all your hot spunk in my pussy. See you and your fat dick tonight, you animal."

There was a picture attached. Jill's face, grinning broadly-- and the background looked like the inside of a car's interior.

Then it clicked-- the Uber she'd taken home.

I glanced up. Jill was working at her desk, eyes forward, back ramrod straight-- but even in profile I could see the slightest of smiles on her face.

Don't get me wrong, i love breeding women-- but goddamn if it isn't a roller-coaster of surprises at every step.

As I walked toward the breakroom for paper towels, I realized I was looking forward to the evening, and to Jill's embrace.

As I filled a Styrofoam cup with water, the memory of her dazed expression as she sat astride my dick rose came to mind, and my dick twitched slightly.

"Soon, buddy. Real soon."