u/lofilunaa

I need to be bred so bad right now.

Lying here in bed with this stupid reverse harem book (Losers) open next to me and my hand already between my legs. Every page is just making me wetter. All I can think about is a man who doesn’t give a single fuck about pulling out. Who looks me in the eyes while he’s pumping me full and says “Good girl, take Daddy’s cum. Gonna breed you properly.”

I’m 28. Single mom, divorce a years ago, so it’s just us. I teach third grade and content creator on the other side, just moved to a new town, still figuring shit out…

But tonight I’m not thinking about the responsible stuff. I’m thinking about being used. About a cock that just keeps filling me until I’m dripping and swollen and definitely pregnant. About being called Daddy’s little breeding slut while he holds me down and makes sure every drop stays inside. Soft voice, mean hands. “You’re not getting up until it takes.”

Anyone else into that? Or is it just the book and my lonely, desperate pussy talking??

The sound of the front door opening froze us both.

His thick cock was still buried to the root inside my cum soaked cunt, pulsing, leaking more hot seed into me with every tiny twitch. My legs were locked around his waist. His wedding ring sat on my finger, still warm from his hand. We stared at each other, breathing hard, listening.

Footsteps. Soft. Careful. Then Jenna’s voice, distant, calling out, “Dad? You still up? I forgot my charger…”

My heart slammed against my ribs. Mr. Donovan’s eyes went dark and filthy. He didn’t pull out. Instead he clamped one big hand over my mouth, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, and started fucking me again, slow, deep, deliberate strokes that forced his first load even deeper while we listened to his daughter moving around somewhere near the living room.

I moaned against his palm. He leaned in, lips brushing my ear.

“Quiet, you little homewrecking slut. You wanted my cum in your womb. You’re going to keep every drop right where I put it while my daughter is twenty feet away.”

He drove in harder. Wet, filthy sounds filled the kitchen, his heavy balls slapping against my ass, my cream and his cum squelching out around his thick shaft with every thrust. I could feel it running down the crack of my ass, dripping onto the counter. He kept one hand pressed low on my stomach, grinding the heel of his palm so I could feel how deep he was rearranging me.

Jenna’s footsteps moved closer, then farther. A door opened somewhere down the hall. We heard her rummaging.

Mr. Donovan pulled almost all the way out until just the swollen head stretched my entrance, then slammed back in so hard the counter rattled. I bit down on his fingers, eyes rolling. He growled under his breath.

“This tight little breeding hole is mine now. Feel that? That’s my cum already starting to work. I’m going to keep pumping you full until it takes. Until your belly swells with my kid while you sit across from my wife at Sunday dinner.”

I nodded frantically against his hand. He removed it just long enough for me to whisper, voice wrecked,

“Yes ...uhhh.. fuckkk... knock me up. Breed your daughter’s best friend. I want to walk out of here leaking and pregnant.”

He covered my mouth again and fucked me like an animal. Long, punishing strokes that made my tits bounce hard. Every time he bottomed out he held himself there and ground deep, forcing more of that first thick load higher into my cunt. I came again with a muffled scream, walls clamping down so hard I felt fresh cum squeeze out around him. He didn’t stop. He just kept using me, chasing another orgasm while we both listened for Jenna.

Finally her voice floated from farther away. “Found it! Night, Dad!” The front door closed. Silence.

The second the latch clicked he ripped his hand away, grabbed both my thighs, and folded me nearly in half on the counter. His cock never left my pussy.

“Now you’re going to take another one,” he snarled. “Deeper this time. I want it dripping out of you for days.”

He started pounding me properly hard, ruthless, the kind of fucking that makes a girl forget her own name. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the empty house. His thick, veiny cock stretched me open on every stroke, the head battering my cervix like he was trying to fuck straight into my womb.

“Beg for it,” he ordered.

“Please...please fill me again..dump another load in me, I want your baby so fucking bad , use my cunt like a cumdump , breed me, Mr. Donovan, breed your daughter’s slutty little friend”

He leaned down and spat on my clit, then rubbed it with his thumb while he kept slamming into me. “That’s right. You’re nothing but a pair of holes and a womb tonight. My personal breeding bitch. I’m going to keep you full until it sticks.”

I came so hard my vision whited out. My pussy milked him in hard, rhythmic pulses. He roared and buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as the second massive load exploded out of him. Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped straight against my cervix, flooding me until I felt swollen and overfull. He kept thrusting through it, short, brutal jabs that forced every drop higher, packing me tight.

When he finally slowed he didn’t pull out. He just stayed locked inside me, cock still twitching, and reached down to scoop the excess cum that was leaking out around his shaft. He pushed it back in with two thick fingers, then added a third, stretching me wider while his cock stayed buried.

“Look at that,” he muttered, watching. “Stuffed full of my seed and still greedy for more. You’re going to stay like this all night. Every time I get hard you’re going to open those legs and take another load until your pussy is nothing but a dripping cum-factory.”

I clenched around him, feeling the warm mess inside me shift. “Yes… keep breeding me. Don’t stop until I’m pregnant. I want to feel your cum leaking down my thighs when I finally go home. I want to fall asleep with your baby already starting inside me.”

He pulled out slowly. A thick river of white poured out of my gaping hole and pooled on the counter between my legs. He watched it for a second, then grabbed my hair, dragged me off the counter, and bent me over the kitchen island instead. His still-hard cock slapped against my ass.

“Ass up. Present that bred cunt.”

I did. He lined up and slammed back in with one brutal thrust, forcing the overflowing creampie deeper again. The wet, filthy sound was obscene. He set a relentless pace, one hand tangled in my hair, the other spanking my ass hard enough to leave prints while he used me.

“Tell me what you are.”

“Your breeding slut, your homewrecking cumrag, the girl who’s going to carry your baby while your wife is still out of town”

“Louder.”

“I’m your personal fucktoy for knocking up! Fill me again pleasee, I need another load I need to be dripping with you ”

He fucked me through two more orgasms like that, never pulling out, just grinding deep every time I clenched and making sure his cum stayed packed inside. By the time he finally flooded me with the third thick load I was shaking, drooling on the counter, my belly already feeling heavy and warm from how much he’d pumped into me.

He stayed buried, breathing hard against my neck, one big hand spreading my ass so he could watch his cock pulse inside my ruined, cream-filled hole.

“We’re not done,” he said, voice low and dark. “I’m taking you upstairs. You’re spending the night in my bed the same bed I fuck my wife in. You’re going to sleep with my cock still inside you so nothing leaks out. And in the morning I’m going to wake you up by breeding you again.”

He finally pulled out. A massive gush of cum poured down my thighs. He scooped some up with his fingers and pushed it back into my pussy, then slid those same fingers into my mouth so I could taste us.

“Clean it. That’s what a good breeding slut does.”

I sucked his fingers clean, moaning. He picked me up like I weighed nothing and started carrying me toward the stairs, my legs still wrapped around him, his half-hard cock rubbing against my dripping cunt with every step.

Halfway up the stairs he stopped, pressed me against the wall, and pushed back inside me just because he could. One more slow, deep thrust. One more thick pulse of leftover cum forced higher.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered against my mouth, “you’re going to text Jenna and tell her you’re staying over again. And while she’s at class I’m going to keep you bent over every surface in this house until that womb of yours has no choice but to take.”

He started walking again, cock still buried, carrying me toward the master bedroom toward the bed he shared with his wife.

Somewhere downstairs a phone buzzed.

It was Jenna’s.

And the screen lit up with a message that made my stomach drop and my pussy clench hard around her father’s cock at the same time..

I never planned on letting my best friend’s dad cum inside me raw.

But the second I saw him standing in the kitchen with his dress shirt half-unbuttoned and that thick outline pressing against his pants, my pussy started throbbing.

I’m 28. He’s 49. Jenna’s dad. Married. Successful. The kind of man with broad shoulders, strong hands, and a calm, controlled voice that somehow always made me wet. I’d been flirting with him for months wearing shorter skirts when I came over, “accidentally” brushing against him, letting him catch me staring at his crotch. I wanted him to break.

Tonight he finally did.

Jenna had gone out with the rest of our friends. His wife was on a week-long work trip. The house was empty except for the two of us. I came over under the excuse of “picking up a textbook I left here,” wearing a tight white crop top with no bra and a tiny black skirt that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard from the second he opened the door.

He looked at me longer than he should have.

“You didn’t have to come all the way over this late, Aria,” he said, voice low.

I stepped inside, let the door close behind me, and walked past him slowly so he could watch my ass. “I wanted to.”

I found him in the kitchen a few minutes later, pouring himself a drink. I walked right up behind him, pressed my soft tits against his back, and reached around to rest my hand on his stomach.

“Your wife’s gone,” I whispered. “Jenna won’t be back for hours… and I’ve been aching all day.”

He turned around slowly. His eyes dropped straight to my hard nipples poking through the thin crop top. I watched his jaw tighten.

I took his hand and guided it under my skirt. I wasn’t wearing panties. His fingers slid through my soaked pussy lips and he groaned under his breath when he felt how wet I already was.

“Fuck… Aria.”

“I’ve been thinking about your cock for months,” I said softly, stroking him through his pants. He was already rock hard thick, heavy, and long. “I want you to take it out and use me. I want you to fuck me like you’ve been holding back.”

He didn’t say another word. He just picked me up, set me on the kitchen counter, and yanked my skirt up around my waist. Then he dropped to his knees, spread my thighs wide, and dragged his tongue up my dripping cunt.

I moaned loud, one hand in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter. He ate me like a starved man slow, deep, filthy licks, sucking on my clit, sliding two thick fingers inside me and curling them while his tongue worked. My legs started shaking within minutes.

“Mr. Donovan fuck I’m gonna cuuuum…”

He didn’t stop. He just kept going until I came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head, soaking his chin while I whimpered his name.

When I could finally breathe again, he stood up, unbuckled his belt, and pulled his cock out.

It was even better than I imagined. Thick. Veiny. Heavy. The head was already shiny with precum. He rubbed it up and down my soaked slit, teasing my entrance, coating himself in my juices.

“You sure about this?” he asked, voice rough.

I looked him dead in the eyes, completely shameless.

“I’m not on birth control. My cycle is perfect right now. I want you to put a baby in me.”His eyes darkened.

He pushed inside me in one long, deep stroke.

I gasped as his thick cock stretched me open, inch after inch forcing its way into my tight pussy until he bottomed out and I felt completely full. He was so much bigger than any guy my age. I could feel him pulsing against my walls.

“Oh my god….. you’re so fucking deep”

He gripped my hips hard and started fucking me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hard, heavy strokes that made my tits bounce and the wet sound of his cock slamming into me echo through the kitchen. Every thrust hit a spot that made my toes curl.

“This tight little cunt is better than my wife’s,” he growled, watching his thick cock disappear inside me over and over. “Soaking wet. Gripping me. Made for taking my cum.”

“Yes fuck breed me,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around him. “Fill me up. I want every drop. I want to walk around tomorrow still leaking your cum while I sit next to your daughter.”

He fucked me harder after that. One hand pressed down on my lower stomach so I could feel how deep he was. The other grabbed my throat lightly, holding me in place while he used my pussy.

I came again, harder this time, clenching and pulsing around his thick cock, but he didn’t stop. He kept pounding me through it, chasing his own release.

“I’m close,” he warned, voice strained.

I locked my legs tighter around his waist and stared up at him with glassy eyes.

“Do it. Get me pregnant. Dump every thick load inside me. I want to feel your cum flooding my womb. I want your baby.”

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan. I felt every heavy pulse as he flooded my pussy thick, hot ropes of cum pumping deep inside me, filling me until it started leaking out around his cock. He kept grinding deep, forcing more of it in, making sure it stayed as far as possible.

When he finally finished he didn’t pull out. He just stayed there, cock still twitching inside my cum-filled pussy, both of us breathing hard.

I reached up, slipped his wedding ring off his finger, and slid it onto my own. Then I clenched around him and whispered,

“We’re not done. I want another load… and I want you to fuck it even deeper this time.”

Somewhere in the house, a door opened…

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Hello! I’m looking for hot stories (Literotica or anywhere) focused on impregnation or the risk of it. Especially ones where she’s bred raw, no pull-out, and ends up pregnant or the heavy scare of it.

Loving wives / cheating / behind-his-back is a plus. Dominant breeder who just decides he’s going to fill her and keep her full until it takes.

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this breeding urge will not leave me alone.
i keep getting stuck on the same filthy loop. being pinned down and bred. no pulling out. no protection. just someone deciding they’re going to fill me until it takes. the idea of my belly slowly growing after, my tits getting even heavier and more sensitive, knowing i was claimed that deeply… it makes me drip so fast it’s almost embarrassing.

ever since i had my first, my body has been constantly reminding me how good it felt to be filled and claimed. the fantasy of getting pregnant again turns me on more than almost anything right now. i keep imagining a man pinning me down, pumping me full, telling me he’s going to put a baby in me while he cums as deep as he can. no pulling out. just holding me there so it takes.

i daydream about the exact moment it happens… the way he’d grip my hips and force every drop inside, the thick pulse of him finishing while he growls that he’s breeding me. then the days after, wondering if it worked. checking for signs. the thought of my belly slowly starting to grow, my tits getting even fuller and more sensitive, nipples darkening, body changing because someone claimed me that deeply… it makes me drip so fast it’s embarrassing.

some nights i edge for hours just to that idea. fingers buried, legs shaking, whispering filthy things to myself about being used for breeding and kept full until it sticks. the impregnation fantasy has gotten so detailed i can almost feel the weight of a swollen belly already.

I'm 28 now and i know i’m still young and already handling everything on my own, but the craving is only getting stronger. it’s primal and constant and honestly a little addictive.

any other women here who feel this same intense urge to be bred and impregnated again?

know it’s just a fantasy.
but it’s a really loud one.

I’m a 28 year old divorced single mom to my 6 year old daughter. Ever since I had her, I’ve had this deep, primal urge to get pregnant again. It’s like my body is constantly reminding me how good it felt to be bred and filled.

My ex (who left when she was only 6 months old) never really understood it, but the fantasy of being pregnant again turns me on more than anything lately.

I fantasize about a man pinning me down and pumping me full, telling me he’s going to put a baby in me while he cums deep inside. The thought of my belly growing again, my tits getting full… it makes me so wet.

I know I’m still young and a single mom, but this breeding kink has been getting stronger and stronger. Sometimes I touch myself thinking about being used for breeding, taken care of while I’m swollen and pregnant.

Is there any other girls here who feel the same intense urge to be bred again? Or guys who love the idea of breeding a single mom? Would love to hear your thoughts or fantasies…