My experience with pregnancy risk sex
I moved out of my parents house when I was 18, and landed in a nearby big city. I was young, broke, and dumb, so I took what work I could find and floated from couch to couch. I ended up hooking up with a guy via a dating app and eventually ended up quasi living with him. He was a pretty normal looking guy who worked for a tech company, so he made decent money. He liked that I cooked and cleaned for him, and we had great sex, so it worked out well. I got to stay there for free, he took care of me, I took care of him.
One night, a few months into this relationship, we were fucking. He was on top of me, thrusting into my tight pussy when I felt the condom snap. He pulled out and quickly pulled the tattered shreds off his cock. I thought he was going to roll another one on when he shoved himself back inside of me. I reminded him that I wasnāt on any form of birth control.
āWeāll just get plan b tomorrow,ā He whispered to me. I had no money, he knew this. He knew he was my only access to that sort of thing.
He kept thrusting and soon I realized that he was going to cum. I reminded him to pull out but instead he pinned me down by the wrists and hammered away. I begged him to pull out but he told me to shut up, finally sinking all the way into me and releasing a thick torrent of cum. It was the first time a man had ever ejaculated in me. I came the hardest I ever had, closing around him and milking his cock.
He thrusted lazily into me with each spurt, telling me how good it felt to finally fuck me bare. To finally cum inside of me and mark me as his own.
He held me against him that night and when I woke, his hard cock was already inside of me. āWe have to go to the store and get plan b.ā I told him. He told me to shut up again.
āWeāre not getting plan b. Iām getting you pregnant.ā
And so it went, for the next few weeks. He reminded me, constantly, that he had trapped me in his apartment with no means of escaping. No matter when or where he fucked me, he came in me. āYouāre going to have my baby.ā āIām going to knock you up and make you move to another city with me.ā He said different variations of these to me, balls deep in my pussy.
I sometimes begged him to pull out, knowing he was going to ruin my future. Other times, I just laid back and let him do what he wanted. One time, he laughed as I cried about how he was raping me. āIām going to rape our baby into you.ā
Our last day together, he had gotten a promotion to move several states away. I helped him pack, he made me help him naked. He fucked me several times, laying on top of me, cock pressed against my cervix, holding my legs open. He made me beg for his baby. He made me beg for the honor of being the mother of his child. I refused at first, but he slapped me so hard my ears rang and told me I knew better than to deny him. The last time he came in me, I was crying about how I couldnāt wait to have all his children, to be a servant wife to him for the rest of my days. He promised that, if I got pregnant, he would move me in with him. I was terrified of becoming pregnant with his child, of being dependent on him. But part of me wanted it. Part of me wanted to sacrifice my future to service the needs of this man.
I didnāt get pregnant, but he woke some strange desire in me that I cannot keep quiet. I long to find someone else like him, who will trap me in a relationship with his child.