Ex-lover Wants Me To Breed Her

Me and an ex-lover had a fantasy of me impregnating her after she got married. Years later, she actually texts me and we meet.

She used to be my lover. It was always clear we wouldn’t be together, but sexually she’s one of the most compatible women I've ever met. She knew my fantasies, I knew hers and we had our ways of playing around with them. There was one specifically that made her mind (and body) go wild…

I’d be on top of her and very, very slowly fuck her. The kinda of tempo that doesn’t satisfy a woman’s craving, but only makes it worse. I’d then whisper in her ear. “When you marry someone else, I will make sure you carry my babies…” I could feel her go crazy under me. Her desire took over. She was waiting for me to start pounding her. But I wouldn’t. Not yet.

First I would make her promise all the things that her wet pussy secretly wanted. I’d make her promise she would text me. I even told her what to text me. I made her say that I owned her womb and all her holes. I called her my slut. All it did was make her more crazy, more wild, and more in need of a hard fuck.

Of course it always followed. But I’d never fill her pussy. That could only happen under that one circumstance...

Then, years later, my phone lit up. It was a message from the lover I hadn’t talked to in years. “I need your help. Saturday at 16:07?”

She did exactly as I told her years before. We both already knew the location of the hotel. We’d been there before. Only a short train ride away. All we needed was a time and a room. Time isn’t really important. You can check in from 15:00 onwards. Anywhere before dinner works. The room number is much more important. Sure, you could meet in the lobby, but there are too many people there. 16:07. Meaning 167. Room 167.

I booked. With some story about room 167 being the room where we celebrated an anniversary, I managed to get it.

I texted her back. “Sure, no problem. Usual spot. See you then.”

It was Monday when she texted me. It was quite the tormenting week. All these memories (most of them sexual) kept playing through my head while I tried not to do anything sexual myself. I wanted to give her almost a week’s worth of built-up sexual energy.

Then Saturday came. I went to the hotel at 16:30. I didn’t want to be early. I got the key and the receptionist told me, “your girlfriend is already waiting.”

I entered the room and was met with the sweet smell of a bath bomb. “Of course”, I thought. “She will be taking a bath.” And as I walked further I could hear the faint sound of classical music coming from the bathroom. I didn’t know how to greet her. How do you greet a lover you haven’t seen in ages?

I slowly opened the door and opted not to speak. She faced me. Our eyes met. A light smile appeared on both of our faces, saying something like, “we’re actually doing this, huh?”

We fell into our old habits. I undressed and took a shower. I told her I still remembered her smile of years ago in that very same room. And how I’d missed the effortlessness of fucking and talking. How I had to stop myself countless times from ringing her doorbell, especially when spring arrived and the animal inside me craved a good fuck.

Then she joined me in the shower, and something came over me. A possessiveness that she always liked about me. Here was my girl. My good girl. The one that I trained and taught everything. This tailor-made slut with her “fuck-me-eyes.”

Then it started.

I wrapped my right hand around her throat and gently pushed her against the wall. “You did good coming back to your master, little girl”, I whispered in her right ear. I kissed her intensely while the warm water ran down my back. I grabbed her tits and touched her all over as to reclaim my girl. She loved every second of it.

Then I turned off the water. “I can’t wait any longer”, I said. She looked down at my cock. “I see”, she said. “What could we possibly do about that?”, she asked while slowly existing the shower. We dried our bodies in a hurry and I threw her on the bed. Again I put my hand around her throat and pushed her into the bad. While kissing her, my cock found her wet pussy. I pushed my cock in at once. “You’re mine, little slut”, I growled at her as I started to fuck her hard immediately.

Her moans were louder than I could remember. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I kept fucking her. Hard. I told her I was already close and that her pussy still felt amazing. She said I should fill her up already and that we had the entire night to fuck more.

“Oh yeah?”, I said while my breathing got heavier. “Does my little girl want her master’s baby?” All she could do was nod. This deep inside a fantasy, she usually went non-verbal and only nodded as I whispered fantasies inside her ear.

I had slowed down a little. I wanted to get my slut as ready as she’d ever been to receive my cum.

“Alright then, baby. Is your pussy going to milk your master dry?” She nodded. “Are you going to be a good little breeding slut and carry my baby?” She nodded again. “Did you text me because you know I still own your womb and all your holes?” Again, a nod. “Good girl”, I said. “You really deserve what is about to happen because good girls always get rewarded, right?” She looked at me and nodded intensely.

“Then get ready for your reward.”

My mouth found hers again and I increased the pace of fucking. I already felt my balls tightening and knew I couldn’t take this much longer. My hand found her throat. I was pounding and choking my little slut hard. My breathing got faster and louder. She knew what was going to happen. She was also very close. Both of our breathing turned into moaning. I pushed my hand even harder on her throat, and my lips on hers as the first rope of cum shot inside her.

Six days worth of cum filled her pussy as I felt her orgasming around my cock. I got the most intense milking of my life. Both our bodies fully spasming as they worked in tandem to make sure she got pregnant. What probably took about 20 seconds felt like minutes. We were both completely drained of energy.

About an hour later I woke up with her still sleeping in my arms. I kissed her forehead. “Such a good girl.”, I whispered as I gently put her head on her pillow and went into the bathroom.