Feeling horny and bored was always a dangerous combination. I should have been smart and just stayed home, but against my best interests, I decided to head out and find something or someone exciting to satisfy me.
And I had found him. Handsome, from out of town, quick to flirt with me the moment I walked into the dimly lit bar. It was the perfect scenario. I didn’t want anything long term, just a one night stand with no hopes of accidentally getting stuck with an overly attached man. It didn’t take long for me to get him back to my house, and into my bed.
Straddling him, his hands combing through my long hair, our lips locked, I gently rocked my crotch against his. I could feel the cold zipper of his jeans against my dampening panties. The sizable bulge restrained beneath his pants felt amazing when it connected to my throbbing clit. My entire body was starved for him, demanded him.
“I think we should move this to the next level,” I whispered in his ear. “There’s some condoms in my dresser drawer, you should slip one on.”
He grabbed my hips and ground himself against me even harder than before. “Oh fuck, babe. I know this sounds shitty but I actually like to fuck bare for a little bit. I can put one on after a bit, I’ll fuck better bare. Let me make you cum and then I’ll put one on. You just tell me when.”
I had never fucked unprotected before, and his logic sounded fishy. But the drinks he had bought me and my overwhelming desire clouded my mind, and I agreed. We hungrily undressed each other and before long, my wet pussy was sliding up against his thick shaft. I teased him, not letting him penetrate me, just humping against his hard cock. I felt this first wave of my orgasm come swiftly, just from grinding my clit against him.
I shuddered as I came, warmth flowing through me. At that exact moment, he grabbed my ass and lifted me onto his cock. He shoved himself into me, pushing me down onto him and holding firm. “I’m not gonna let you have all the fun tonight, got it?”
He was rougher than I was used to. One hand stayed on my ass, guiding me up and down as I bounced on his cock. Every thrust opened me up wider and wider, my tight pussy fighting to accommodate him. The other hand pulled my hair, snapping my head back, exposing my throat. He sucked at my skin, biting occasionally, groaning in pleasure.
I felt him swell inside of me and I knew it was time. I opened my mouth to ask him to pull out and roll a condom on, when he suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He was on top of me, and my mouth was full of wet fabric. I realized he had gagged me with my own underwear.
“What, were you about to ask me to put a condom on?” He asked playfully, still fucking me. I nodded desperatley, and he smirked. “What’s that? I can’t understand you. Tell me you want me to put a condom on.”
I couldn’t speak through my balled-up panties. He put his hand over my mouth, pushing them further back into my throat. His pace increased, somehow pushing even deeper into me.
“Well, I told you to tell me when to put a condom on… And you just aren’t. So I guess that means I don’t have to.” He laughed as I struggled underneath him. “Oh, I love a fighter. Let me guess, you’re worried because you let a stranger fuck you and you’re not on any birth control?”
My heart was pounding in my chest. All I could think about was how deep he was inside of me, stretching me and filling me. I was supposed to begin ovulating tomorrow. He was so, so, so deep in me, so heavy on top of me. I couldn’t fight him.
He turned my head to the side, crushing his weight against me. My hips ached from how hard he was thrusting, my bedframe squeaking in protest. He bit my neck, hard. I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing what was coming.
He came inside of me, hard. I felt every jerk of his cock, every squirt of fun against my cervix. He roared like a monster, filling me completely. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. You feel me, bitch? You feel me filling that slutty little pussy of yours up? You feel me putting a fucking baby into you?”
I shook my head violently and he laughed again, still thrusting into me with each spray of semen. “Yeah, you feel that. You are such a dumb little slut, you deserve to get knocked up by a stranger. Going to bars and picking guys up while not on the pill? You fucking dumb, dumb whore.”
His words stung, hard. They were made worse by the intense pleasure I felt as he continued to pump into me. My body was betraying me, edging towards orgasm as I fought him.
His cock softened but he didn’t pull out. He just lay on top of me, staring down and smirking. I prayed for this horrible encounter to end.
“You know what’s my favorite part of getting you dumb bitches pregnant?” He finally asked after several painful minutes of silence. “The more you cum, the more likely it is I’ll knock you up.”
My eyes widened as he pulled out of me. He pulled me against him, restraining me with his powerful arms. He kept my legs open and soon, one hand was down at my clit, his fingers making small circles around it.
I resisted as much as I could, but I couldn’t hold out in the end. Orgasm after orgasm rocked my body, flooding me with hot endorphins. I could feel how sloppy I waa, my pussy dripping with cum and juices and sweat trickling down my thighs.
He held me like that forever, bringing me higher and higher and continuing to whisper terrible things in my ear.
“You know how many women I’ve done this to? Filling them with baby? More than I can count. And I hunt them down after a little bit, just to see how they’re handling my bastard. Maybe I’ll find you when you’ve finally pushed my kid out, give you the number of the woman I knocked up in the town over. You can start a support group, bitches I made cum and filled with baby.”
I shook my head over and over again, crying out as another powerful orgasm took me. I felt his cock begin to harden again, pressing against my thigh.
“You know your tight little body? It’s going to get ruined when you stretch with my baby. If you’re a good girl and keep your body tight, when I find you again, I’ll fill you up as a reward.” He slipped his hard cock back into me. “Oh, speaking of tight? My cock is big, but not as big as the baby that’ll come through here in about 9 months.”
He began to fuck me, pulling me on top of him. My back was to his chest, and he spread my legs further with his knees.
“I’m going to fill you all night and make you cum over and over and over again,” each word was accented by a thrust. “You’ll remember this fondly, you’ll be thinking of how I fucked you as you stare at your engorged body in the mirror.”
Tears were streaming down my cheeks as he fucked me again. His cock was so deep, so big. I felt tiny and insignificant, a mere insect, powerless to stop him.
He came inside of me again, hot liquid spraying against my cervix. He held himself inside me for a long time, still stroking my clit, biting at my ear.
“Just remember, bitch. You could have done anything else tonight, but you chose to get bred by a stranger.”
My life was a whirlwind after that night. I couldn’t scrape together what I needed for an abortion, so I decided to move in with my sister. She helped me, and when my son was born, I fell totally in love with his smiling face. My life was a trainwreck before him. I won’t say I’m thankful for the man who raped me, but there’s a special place in my heart for him.
I decided to take my son to the library one day. In my previous, partying life, I would have been hungover on such a nice Sunday. But with my son to take care of, I hadn’t partied in ages. I had managed to keep my body intact, too. I ran every morning with him in the stroller, it was an excellent workout.
Holding him in my arms as I hopped off the city bus, I felt a tingle at the back of my neck. I turned sharply and looked across the street.
There he was. Exactly as I remembered him. Tall, strong, handsome, and intimidating. My heart stopped, and I saw that familiar smirk. His eyes dropped to the child in my arms, our child, and he nodded. Then, in an instant, he boarded the bus across the street and was gone.
