u/SinsSerious

Disclaimer: All characters are 21+

Sometimes a night out is boring and uneventful. Sometimes a night out is a hangover and an empty wallet. Sometimes a night out is a first and a full womb. A few years ago, I ended my night with the latter.

My city has no shortage of clubs, dance clubs, kink clubs and on and on. But my favorite is a shitty dive bar. I grew up in them so they feel like home. Punk rock music so loud I can’t hear the shitty people around me. At some point it’s so loud it turns to sensory deprivation and I just get to fade away and relax. My night could have been just that and I would have been happy.

But she caught my eyes, or rather I caught her eyes. She was staring at me from across the room. Chelsea is only five feet tall, all wiry lines and quick movement, the kind of skinny that makes every one of her colorful tattoos look like artwork displayed in motion. Her medium length brown hair swings just past her shoulders, soft and a little messy, and it frames those dark brown eyes that catch the light in flecks of gold like embers. Her body is small but expressive, her tattoos doing half her talking for her, wrapping around her arms, ribs and legs in bright, chaotic stories only she can explain. I saw the way she traced the edge of one specific tattoo with her thumb whenever she’s thinking, grounding herself on a detail no one else realizes matters.

As soon as our eyes locked I could tell she was staring at me for a long time. Maybe she just saw someone who was just as comfortable as she was. Maybe she had also reached dive bar nirvana and I just happened to be where her eyes rested. But the moment we met she did what I would describe as the cutest little panic. Flashing me an awkward adorable smile and turning to become suddenly very interested in the conversation her friends were having.

I turned to the bartender and ordered a shot of well tequila, slammed it and rose from my shitty bar stool. Should I talk to her? Should I go watch the band? Should I sit back down and reclaim my seat? It had a back to it AND was already warm. But the tequila moved my legs towards the tattooed beauty before I could talk myself out of it.

As I got closer I could see cheeks begin to match the color of the rose tattooed to her chest. Her friends quickly abandoning her as I approached one of them, grabbing my shoulder and whispering “She’s been staring at you for weeks”.

Listen. I get pretty lost in my meditation. I don’t notice much. But I’m ashamed I went weeks teasing this girl. I wouldn’t want to keep my absent minded teasing any longer.

I started to introduce myself and as I did she beat me to it! We are friends of friends! She’s friends with my friend Emily. Whom I’d had very very kinky sex with. The tone with which she told me of our mutual friend betrayed the idea that she knew about the aforementioned kinky sex.

Before I can start to worry that I’m getting a reputation I break into small talk. I could tell she was feeling a little flustered by our conversation. Ladies, I don’t know if you know this. But watching you try to hold a conversation while you’re horny is HILARIOUS and so so cute.

We moved on and she started to tell me that she just broke up with her boyfriend. He was her first boy friend and they had been together 5 years since high school. She just cleaned out her apartment today and her and her friends were coming here to celebrate.

I divulged that her friends say she’s been looking at me for weeks, and If she wasn’t red before, whew boy, she looked like an apple now. She started to stammer and stutter. “No it’s just my apartment is really close, not that I’m inviting you, but we are here a lot and so are you and you wore that cool Iron Reagan shirt and I love that band and my friend said you were really cool and I should talk to you”. The way she just rapid fire responded was adorable. This girl wanted to have her brains fucked out. I’ve seen it before.

I moved my hand to her cheek and watched her melt. I said “Chelsea, would you like to give me a tour of your new apartment”. All she could find in response was “mhm”.

She really did live close! Across the street! We entered the side entrance and made our way up a set of stairs to find her apartment. Chelsea’s apartment feels like stepping into a small, self contained spell. It’s a compact two bedroom, but she’s transformed every inch of it into something textured and intentional, this blend of goth, alt, and softly witchy energy that makes the whole place feel alive. The walls are dotted with vivid prints and occult leaning art, everything from neon skeletons to botanicals rendered in deep blacks and purples. One bedroom is clearly her studio, cluttered in that artistic way where every pile has a purpose, tattoo sketches pinned beside jars of brushes and candles burned all the way down to the wick.

Her other bed room is simple when compared to the rest of her lair. I’m guessing this is where most of her ex’s stuff was. There was a small bed frame and what looked to be a brand new mattress laying on top of it. Bed still messy from when she left it that morning.

I can’t lie I had so much fun walking around and seeing her decorating that I almost forgot that this girl wanted me to rock her world. So when we got to the bedroom and she said “This is where the magic happens” I jokingly said “I thought that’s what the living room was for based on the ritual set up”. She responded quickly with “we can do it out there but I wanted to break the bed in” not realizing that I was making a joke and neither of us had mentioned having sex yet.

She went back into her stammering and anxious energy “No I mean if you want but if you don’t then that’s okay but I just think you’re hot and Emily said you’re really good and my ex was…”

I leaned in and kissed her.

She’s quite about smaller than me but she still managed to wrap her arms around me and pull me in. Then she did something I’ve never experienced before. She jumped on to me and wrapped her legs around me, locking them just behind my back. She was exceptionally light. But she found a way to conquer our height difference with style and ease. The make out session meeting it’s fever pitch as I carried her back to her bed. Her cropped shirt and jean shorts removed with ease. Revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“I never wear underwear” she said.

“Why would you” I responded, not at all annoyed at this discovery.

“Your turn!” She said as she grabbed at my shirt and pulled it over my head, not an easy feat considering it was buttoned all the way up. And my jeans pull off in the same effort. She had been waiting for this. And having something as silly as clothes getting in the way wasn’t going to hinder her.

I was already at three quarters mast from the make out, but Chelsea took control and launched her mouth on to my cock and I was at 100% really quick. She was sucking my cock like it was the last blow pop during a heatwave. She was hungry and I was serving her favorite meal.

I didn’t even get the opportunity to appreciate her body before I was laying on her bed on my back. Eyes closed, moans leaving my mouth from how good it was. Feeling her tongue trace around the head of my thick cock. She has talent. Both her hands wrapped around my cock working in perfect conjunction with her mouth. I opened my eyes for the first time when I felt one of her hands leave and she started to moan. What I saw was incredible.

The hand missing my cock had now found its way to her cunt, she was playing with her clit while she sucked my cock. God damn, so hot. And I could hear from her fingers she was wet. She said some of my favorite words.

“Please daddy, fill me”.

Incredible. I changed positions with her. I asked where her condoms were. Top drawer. I moved my hand to open the drawer and found only an empty drawer. I checked the bottom drawer and saw what could only be described as a trove of sex toys. Plugs, cocks, wands. All of it. But no condoms.

She got a little anxious. We checked some other places but none could be found. I don’t normally fuck without protections. But she had only one other partner (and the tests were negative later) so I decided to roll the dice.

“Okay, but I’m going to pull out”

She gave a very cute excited nod!

And it was back to business. Back on the bed, ready to go. I looked at her as I slowly pressed myself into her. And when I say slowly I meant it. She has the tightest and tinniest pussy I’ve ever come across/in. But with every tiny bit by bit she started to roll back losing her mind, eyes rolling back, mouth open and hands covering and muffling her moan. Finally, I was in as deep as she could take, my cock bottoming out inside of her. Wet and warm from fucking her raw tight cunt. I pushed her legs back to rest on my shoulder and folded her so I could get even a little deeper. And I did. Her moans mixed with a slight hint of pain as I bottomed even deeper into her.

As I bottomed out in Chelsea’s pussy I moved my thumb to her clit, gently rubbing in time with my thrusts. The moment I did this she had her first orgasm. Feeling her already tight pussy grip me even tighter was in credible. It brought me closer and closer to the danger zone. When I’d need to pull out. That’s when she moved her legs, her back arched up and her legs left my shoulder and wrapped around my waist pulling me even deeper. That’s when she started screaming “Breed me daddy” “Fill me up” “use me Daddy please”.

“oh no my one weakness, begging”. I thought, or tried to. My brain was a foggy mess and my instincts took over, wrapping my hands around her slutty waist and pumping in and out. The danger zone. Danger. Danger. Danger. Pull out. That’s what I should have thought. But I didn’t. I thought “Breed this slut, knock her up, harder. Deeper. Faster. Now”

I finally managed to eke out “I’m gunna cum” and she released her legs but it was too late as I came to pull out I was already cumming. I finished by blowing the last of my load on to her tight used cunt.

Sweaty and out of breath I rolled next to her. Just in time for her to pull out her phone and got a photo of her creampied pussy. I asked if that was her plan all along. She assured me it wasn’t and I believed her. She did mention that she’s actually sterile from PCOS. She there wasn’t any need to worry about that. She did however divulge that Emily had mentioned that I was an “amazing rebound fuck”. I’ll have to speak with her about a commission program.

Epilogue:

Chelsea and I would fuck for several months before she eventually found a guy! They got married and moved. And got divorced. He moved back and she didn’t. But she has been encouraging me to take more photos of myself and share them. She tells me she still looks at the Creampie photo when she masturbates.