u/serpents-doosri-path

So, I [27 Indian] have been dating this guy [34 White] for a few months now. Lately, he’s been telling me that he wants a baby, but I often brush it off as a fleeting desire—maybe even a new fetish. The thought of seeing me knocked up, so obviously claimed by him that other people would see me as his, pregnant and swollen with his baby. So I haven’t really been taking him seriously about it.

But it all changed last night. We had come back from a day out and just had dinner, and I was relaxing on the couch. He came over to me and kissed me. He lifted me up and took me into his arms as we kissed, then carried me off to the bedroom. Soon he had me folded up under him, pushing my legs wide open as far as they'll go as he was pounding his thick hard white cock into my brown ovulating pussy like he had an ulterior motive—pumping me full of his babies.

I cried out and dug my nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into him. How he'd gone from lovemaking to pounding me raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for my womb and kissing my cervix each time he bottoms out.

"I told you I wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought I was joking. What makes you think I'd ever joke about something like that??" he asked me, demanding to be taken seriously.

And I finally did. "Daddy!" I screamed between garbled moans, my head tipping back into the pillow when he pushed his cock flat into my cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message.

"Mmhh greedy little indian pussy swallowing up my cock," he said. And I could only respond with more moans.

The fat pad on his pubis had been rubbing directly on my clit as he fucked me, and my body started to convulse, my breathing became even more rapid, and I squeezed down on his cock. He moved up to bring his lips to mine, and our sweaty bodies fused into one as the two of us kissed messily, tongues rolling over one another and slurping greedily. The new angle has his cock spearing into me impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, my pussy flutters around his cock, making each thrust feel like heaven.

The white man I have been seeing wanted to breed me and just thinking about it felt so dirty but so real. This all started because my friend thought we would hit it off, and now he wanted to knock me up.... and I was loving every second of it. He bent over, kissed my neck and his hand slid around to my clit. As he started rubbing my clit, he whispered in my ears that he really meant it, that he wanted to make a baby with me. I had already realized earlier that he was being very serious, but in that moment, it became crystal clear just how much.

I just couldn't help but think of his white cock literally throbbing in my brown cunt... of being claimed by him, by his white seed... how everyone else would know that I took his white cock raw in my Indian pussy, that I'm a cum slut for white cock.... and how much my family, especially my parents, wouldn't like it... but I didn't care at all. That's when I knew I wanted his white baby in me.

Fuckk.. I came so hard like that. Seeing me like that brought him closer too, and he pressed himself against me more, and pounded me hard in the mating press position.

"Okay... yes, put your baby in me... Fill me up please-" I begged, as my creamy pussy walls squeezed his cock, milking it greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him.

And with a loud groan into my mouth, he spilled a hot, thick, heavy load right into my womb, fucking me through it, pumping load after load of his white seed deep into my spasming cunt.

We kissed and cuddled as we went to sleep. Today, as the reality of what we did settled in, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I have had other guys cum inside me before, but this just felt different and more real. I haven't taken any pill today. I already decided I’m going to let it happen, and I know that he will fill me up with more of his seed tonight too. I know exactly what I'm risking but that only makes it harder for me to resist.

I think there is a good chance that I will get pregnant with a mixed baby soon.

So, I [27 Indian] have been dating this guy [34 White] for a few months now. Lately, he’s been telling me that he wants a baby, but I often brush it off as a fleeting desire—maybe even a new fetish. The thought of seeing me knocked up, so obviously claimed by him that other people would see me as his, pregnant and swollen with his baby. So I haven’t really been taking him seriously about it.

But it all changed last night. We had come back from a day out and just had dinner, and I was relaxing on the couch. He came over to me and kissed me. He lifted me up and took me into his arms as we kissed, then carried me off to the bedroom. Soon he had me folded up under him, pushing my legs wide open as far as they'll go as he was pounding his thick hard white cock into my brown ovulating pussy like he had an ulterior motive—pumping me full of his babies.

I cried out and dug my nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into him. How he'd gone from lovemaking to pounding me raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for my womb and kissing my cervix each time he bottoms out.

"I told you I wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought I was joking. What makes you think I'd ever joke about something like that??" he asked me, demanding to be taken seriously.

And I finally did. "Daddy!" I screamed between garbled moans, my head tipping back into the pillow when he pushed his cock flat into my cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message.

"Mmhh greedy little indian pussy swallowing up my cock," he said. And I could only respond with more moans.

The fat pad on his pubis had been rubbing directly on my clit as he fucked me, and my body started to convulse, my breathing became even more rapid, and I squeezed down on his cock. He moved up to bring his lips to mine, and our sweaty bodies fused into one as the two of us kissed messily, tongues rolling over one another and slurping greedily. The new angle has his cock spearing into me impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, my pussy flutters around his cock, making each thrust feel like heaven.

The white man I have been seeing wanted to breed me and just thinking about it felt so dirty but so real. This all started because my friend thought we would hit it off, and now he wanted to knock me up.... and I was loving every second of it. He bent over, kissed my neck and his hand slid around to my clit. As he started rubbing my clit, he whispered in my ears that he really meant it, that he wanted to make a baby with me. I had already realized earlier that he was being very serious, but in that moment, it became crystal clear just how much.

I just couldn't help but think of his white cock literally throbbing in my brown cunt... of being claimed by him, by his white seed... how everyone else would know that I took his white cock raw in my Indian pussy, that I'm a cum slut for white cock.... and how much my family, especially my parents, wouldn't like it... but I didn't care at all. That's when I knew I wanted his white baby in me.

Fuckk.. I came so hard like that. Seeing me like that brought him closer too, and he pressed himself against me more, and pounded me hard in the mating press position.

"Okay... yes, put your baby in me... Fill me up please-" I begged, as my creamy pussy walls squeezed his cock, milking it greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him.

And with a loud groan into my mouth, he spilled a hot, thick, heavy load right into my womb, fucking me through it, pumping load after load of his white seed deep into my spasming cunt.

We kissed and cuddled as we went to sleep. Today, as the reality of what we did settled in, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I have had other guys cum inside me before, but this just felt different and more real. I haven't taken any pill today. I already decided I’m going to let it happen, and I know that he will fill me up with more of his seed tonight too. I know exactly what I'm risking but that only makes it harder for me to resist.

I think there is a good chance that I will get pregnant with a mixed baby soon.

So, I [27 Indian] have been dating this guy [34 White] for a few months now. Lately, he’s been telling me that he wants a baby, but I often brush it off as a fleeting desire—maybe even a new fetish. The thought of seeing me knocked up, so obviously claimed by him that other people would see me as his, pregnant and swollen with his baby. So I haven’t really been taking him seriously about it.

But it all changed last night. We had just come back and had dinner after a day out, and I was relaxing on the couch. He came over to me after doing the dishes and kissed me. He lifted me up and took me into his arms as we kissed, then carried me off to the bedroom. Soon he had me folded up under him, pushing my legs wide open as far as they'll go as he was pounding his thick hard white cock into my brown ovulating pussy like he had an ulterior motive—pumping me full of his babies.

I cried out and dug my nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into him. How he'd gone from lovemaking to fucking me raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for my womb and kissing my cervix each time he bottoms out.

"I told you I wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought I was joking. What makes you think I'd ever joke about something like that??" he asked me, demanding to be taken seriously.

And I finally did. "Daddy!" I screamed between garbled moans, my head tipping back into the pillow when he pushed his cock flat into my cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message.

"Mmhh greedy little indian pussy swallowing up my cock," he said. And I could only respond with more moans.

My body started to convulse and my breathing became even more rapid, and I squeezed down on his cock. He moved up to bring his lips to mine, and the two of us kiss messily, tongues rolling over one another and slurping greedily. The new angle has his cock spearing into me impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, my pussy flutters around his cock, making each thrust feel like heaven.

The white man I have been seeing wanted to breed me and just thinking about it felt so dirty but so real. This all started because my friend thought we would hit it off, and now he wanted to knock me up.... and I was loving every second of it. He bent over, kissed my neck and his hand slid around to my clit. As he started rubbing my clit, he whispered in my ears that he really meant it, that he wanted to make a baby with me. I had already realized earlier that he was being very serious, but in that moment, it became crystal clear just how much.

I just couldn't help but think of his white cock literally throbbing in my brown cunt... of being claimed by him, by his white seed... how everyone else would know that I took his white cock raw in my Indian pussy, that I'm a cum slut for white cock.... and how much my family, especially my parents, wouldn't like it... but I didn't care at all. That's when I knew I wanted his white baby in me.

Fuckk.. I came so hard like that. Seeing me like that brought him closer too, and he pressed himself against me more, and pounded me hard in the mating press position.

"Okay... yes, put your baby in me... Fill me up please-" I begged, as my creamy pussy walls squeezed his cock, milking it greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him.

And with a loud groan into my mouth, he spilled a hot, thick, heavy load right into my womb, fucking me through it, pumping load after load of his white seed deep into my spasming cunt.

That pushed him over the edge, and he grunted loudly as another load of his seed filled my cunt and made its way to my womb again. We kissed and cuddled as we went to sleep. Today, as the reality of what we did settled in, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I have had other guys cum inside me before, but this just felt different and more real. I haven't taken any pill today. I already decided I’m going to let it happen, and I know that he will fill me up with more of his seed tonight too. I know exactly what I'm risking but that only makes it harder for me to resist.

I think there is a good chance that I will get pregnant with a mixed baby soon.

So, I [27 Indian] have been dating this guy [34 White] for a few months now. Lately, he’s been telling me that he wants a baby, but I often brush it off as a fleeting desire—maybe even a new fetish. The thought of seeing me knocked up, so obviously claimed by him that other people would see me as his, pregnant and swollen with his baby. So I haven’t really been taking him seriously about it.

But it all changed last night. We had just come back and had dinner after a day out, and I was relaxing on the couch. He came over to me after doing the dishes and kissed me. He lifted me up and took me into his arms as we kissed, then carried me off to the bedroom. Soon he had me folded up under him, pushing my legs wide open as far as they'll go as he was pounding his thick hard white cock into my brown ovulating pussy like he had an ulterior motive—pumping me full of his babies.

I cried out and dug my nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into him. How he'd gone from lovemaking to fucking me raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for my womb and kissing my cervix each time he bottoms out.

"I told you I wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought I was joking. What makes you think I'd ever joke about something like that??" he asked me, demanding to be taken seriously.

And I finally did. "Daddy!" I screamed between garbled moans, my head tipping back into the pillow when he pushed his cock flat into my cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message.

"Mmhh greedy little indian pussy swallowing up my cock," he said. And I could only respond with more moans.

My body started to convulse and my breathing became even more rapid, and I squeezed down on his cock. He moved up to bring his lips to mine, and the two of us kiss messily, tongues rolling over one another and slurping greedily. The new angle has his cock spearing into me impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, my pussy flutters around his cock, making each thrust feel like heaven.

The white man I have been seeing wanted to breed me and just thinking about it felt so dirty but so real. This all started because my friend thought we would hit it off, and now he wanted to knock me up.... and I was loving every second of it. He bent over, kissed my neck and his hand slid around to my clit. As he started rubbing my clit, he whispered in my ears that he really meant it, that he wanted to make a baby with me. I had already realized earlier that he was being very serious, but in that moment, it became crystal clear just how much.

I just couldn't help but think of his white cock literally throbbing in my brown cunt... of being claimed by him, by his white seed... how everyone else would know that I took his white cock raw in my Indian pussy, that I'm a cum slut for white cock.... and how much my family, especially my parents, wouldn't like it... but I didn't care at all. That's when I knew I wanted his white baby in me.

Fuckk.. I came so hard like that. Seeing me like that brought him closer too, and he pressed himself against me more, and pounded me hard in the mating press position.

"Okay... yes, put your baby in me... Fill me up please-" I begged, as my creamy pussy walls squeezed his cock, milking it greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him.

And with a loud groan into my mouth, he spilled a hot, thick, heavy load right into my womb, fucking me through it, pumping load after load of his white seed deep into my spasming cunt.

We kissed and cuddled as we went to sleep. Today, as the reality of what we did settled in, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I have had other guys cum inside me before, but this just felt different and more real. I haven't taken any pill today. I already decided I’m going to let it happen, and I know that he will fill me up with more of his seed tonight too. I know exactly what I'm risking but that only makes it harder for me to resist.

I think there is a good chance that I will get pregnant with a mixed baby soon.

You fucking me and finishing inside me is great, but when you grip my hips to keep going again and again as you empty your balls out into me and pump me full of cum is even better...

Like just imagine it, we're all sweaty from the fucking you just gave me. Your cum pooling against my cervix as you rest your body against mine. Leaving that cock of yours inside my warm little pussy...

Thinking about where that cum is right now. How deep you pumped it. You can't help but feel yourself getting hard again. Twitching as the blood rushes back into your cock, hardening inside me...

Pulling out just a little to thrust back in. Hearing me whimper, having just been fucked, feeling you pushing your cum deeper inside me...

Grabbing my hips, you pull me to you. Taking me again. Needing to pump another load inside me. Making sure I'm bred over and over again...

So, I get onto a very crowded metro. I squeeze myself through the crowd to move away from the entrance and try to find a little spot for myself but there isn't any. Noticing me struggling to carry myself in a sari (and maybe how good I look in it), you kindly offer me the corner you were standing in. I gratefully take up on your offer, and soon after I've settled you realize how close I am to you... with me basically standing with my back to your chest. You instinctively shift back a little, only to get shoved forward again by the swelling crowd. "Oh, sorry... I didn't mean to," you murmur. "It's okay," I reply.

More people get on, and it's ridiculous how we're all expected to just make it work. We're standing so close that you can totally smell my perfume mixed with my sweat. You gently let your fingers graze the back of my thigh through my sari as if on accident. "Sorry... I didn't—" you say quietly, but then you see that I haven't noticed.

Whenever train speeds up, physics does its thing and I shift my weight closer to you, unintentionally leaning into your body. It must be tempting for you to reach out and touch me again. You carefully place your hand on me, softly feeling over my ass and gently squeezing... just enough that it can't be mistaken for an accident this time. I glance back at you, and you try so hard to avoid my gaze. What all must be going on in your mind!  But I don't say anything, and go back to checking my phone.

In the ruckus of people getting on and off the train, you're pushed into me again... and this time, your hand accidentally grazes the bare skin of my waist, exposed by my sari. I glance back at you again, but yet again don't say a word. We're standing so close that I can feel your breath on my neck... it must be all too easy to grope me however you wanted to.

You decide to feel brave, and put your left hand on me and gently squeeze my exposed waist. No response from me, I don't even turn back to look at you. You can see that I closed my eyes in response, and you know I liked it. My silence becomes your encouragement, and your grip on me tightens. A quiet moan escapes my lips, and hearing me like that snaps something in your mind. You escalate things by moving your hand up to my boob under my sari, feeling it through my blouse. I gasp audibly, and turn back to look at you, only now properly seeing your face. A naughty grin is on your face and a shy smile perks up on mine.

You push yourself more onto me, and I don’t even think the crowd had anything to do with it this time. Through the layers of my sari and your pants, I can faintly feel your hardness against my ass. If anyone were looking at us, they would only see our backs and assume we’re standing really close (and maybe even mistake us for a couple)—but that would just be because of how crowded it is... they would be oblivious to where your hand really is. You begin to fondle my boob, and more moans slip from my lips and get lost in the noises of the crowded train. I can feel you breathing me in as your fingers brush over my hardened nipple. I press myself more firmly against you, sliding my ass back to really feel how hard you are. 

You move your hand down to quickly adjust your pants... for me to rub my ass better against your bulge. Your hand goes back to fondling my boob, squeezing my waist on the way. You blow warm air onto my exposed, sweaty neck and I turn to look at you with a needy expression. Just as our eyes meet you squeeze my breast hard... and a kinda-loud-but-not-actually-loud moan escapes my lips, right into your face. Just then, there's an announcement notifying that the next stop is the one where I have to get off. I quickly straighten myself and move toward the exit without looking back at you. My heart is pounding with mixed emotions.

As I get off the train and walk towards the station exit, I hear someone shouting behind me: “Hellooo… excuse me…”

I’m almost sure it’s you, but I don’t stop or turn around as my feelings are still tangled, and you’re still just a stranger. But you run to catch up with me, waving my card in your hand. “You dropped this,” you say. It must have slipped when I was straightening myself and exiting the train quickly. I take it and thank you, looking right at you awkwardly.

You break the awkward silence by saying, "So....... you seemed to have enjoyed that..."

I can't help but blush as I whisper, “Yes.”

"I did too," you admit. Awkward silence again. "So... you like being groped by strangers like that...?" you ask.

I get all flustered, and only respond with a small, shy smile.

“Did you… is this even your stop?” I ask.

You shake your head. “No. I only got off for you.”

I thank you again, and as you turn to leave, I say, “I’ll be on the same train again tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? Then I’ll be there too,” you reply and run back to catch your train.

So, I get onto a very crowded metro. I squeeze myself through the crowd to move away from the entrance and try to find a little spot for myself but there isn't any. Noticing me struggling to carry myself in a sari (and maybe how good I look in it), you kindly offer me the corner you were standing in. I gratefully take up on your offer, and soon after I've settled you realize how close I am to you... with me basically standing with my back to your chest. You instinctively shift back a little, only to get shoved forward again by the swelling crowd. "Oh, sorry... I didn't mean to," you murmur. "It's okay," I reply.

More people get on, and it's ridiculous how we're all expected to just make it work. We're standing so close that you can totally smell my perfume mixed with my sweat. You gently let your fingers graze the back of my thigh through my sari as if on accident. "Sorry... I didn't—" you say quietly, but then you see that I haven't noticed.

Whenever train speeds up, physics does its thing and I shift my weight closer to you, unintentionally leaning into your body. It must be tempting for you to reach out and touch me again. You carefully place your hand on me, softly feeling over my ass and gently squeezing... just enough that it can't be mistaken for an accident this time. I glance back at you, and you try so hard to avoid my gaze. What all must be going on in your mind!  But I don't say anything, and go back to checking my phone.

In the ruckus of people getting on and off the train, you're pushed into me again... and this time, your hand accidentally grazes the bare skin of my waist, exposed by my sari. I glance back at you again, but yet again don't say a word. We're standing so close that I can feel your breath on my neck... it must be all too easy to grope me however you wanted to.

You decide to feel brave, and put your left hand on me and gently squeeze my exposed waist. No response from me, I don't even turn back to look at you. You can see that I closed my eyes in response, and you know I liked it. My silence becomes your encouragement, and your grip on me tightens. A quiet moan escapes my lips, and hearing me like that snaps something in your mind. You escalate things by moving your hand up to my boob under my sari, feeling it through my blouse. I gasp audibly, and turn back to look at you, only now properly seeing your face. A naughty grin is on your face and a shy smile perks up on mine.

You push yourself more onto me, and I don’t even think the crowd had anything to do with it this time. Through the layers of my sari and your pants, I can faintly feel your hardness against my ass. If anyone were looking at us, they would only see our backs and assume we’re standing really close (and maybe even mistake us for a couple)—but that would just be because of how crowded it is... they would be oblivious to where your hand really is. You begin to fondle my boob, and more moans slip from my lips and get lost in the noises of the crowded train. I can feel you breathing me in as your fingers brush over my hardened nipple. I press myself more firmly against you, sliding my ass back to really feel how hard you are. 

You move your hand down to quickly adjust your pants... for me to rub my ass better against your bulge. Your hand goes back to fondling my boob, squeezing my waist on the way. You blow warm air onto my exposed, sweaty neck and I turn to look at you with a needy expression. Just as our eyes meet you squeeze my breast hard... and a kinda-loud-but-not-actually-loud moan escapes my lips, right into your face. Just then, there's an announcement notifying that the next stop is the one where I have to get off. I quickly straighten myself and move toward the exit without looking back at you. My heart is pounding with mixed emotions.

As I get off the train and walk towards the station exit, I hear someone shouting behind me: “Hellooo… excuse me…”

I’m almost sure it’s you, but I don’t stop or turn around as my feelings are still tangled, and you’re still just a stranger. But you run to catch up with me, waving my card in your hand. “You dropped this,” you say. It must have slipped when I was straightening myself and exiting the train quickly. I take it and thank you, looking right at you awkwardly.

You break the awkward silence by saying, "So....... you seemed to have enjoyed that..."

I can't help but blush as I whisper, “Yes.”

"I did too," you admit. Awkward silence again. "So... you like being groped by strangers like that...?" you ask.

I get all flustered, and only respond with a small, shy smile.

“Did you… is this even your stop?” I ask.

You shake your head. “No. I only got off for you.”

I thank you again, and as you turn to leave, I say, “I’ll be on the same train again tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? Then I’ll be there too,” you reply and run back to catch your train.

So, I get onto a very crowded metro. I squeeze myself through the crowd to move away from the entrance and try to find a little spot for myself but there isn't any. Noticing me struggling to carry myself in a sari (and maybe how good I look in it), you kindly offer me the corner you were standing in. I gratefully take up on your offer, and soon after I've settled you realize how close I am to you... with me basically standing with my back to your chest. You instinctively shift back a little, only to get shoved forward again by the swelling crowd. "Oh, sorry... I didn't mean to," you murmur. "It's okay," I reply.

More people get on, and it's ridiculous how we're all expected to just make it work. We're standing so close that you can totally smell my perfume mixed with my sweat. You gently let your fingers graze the back of my thigh through my sari as if on accident. "Sorry... I didn't—" you say quietly, but then you see that I haven't noticed.

Whenever train speeds up, physics does its thing and I shift my weight closer to you, unintentionally leaning into your body. It must be tempting for you to reach out and touch me again. You carefully place your hand on me, softly feeling over my ass and gently squeezing... just enough that it can't be mistaken for an accident this time. I glance back at you, and you try so hard to avoid my gaze. What all must be going on in your mind!  But I don't say anything, and go back to checking my phone.

In the ruckus of people getting on and off the train, you're pushed into me again... and this time, your hand accidentally grazes the bare skin of my waist, exposed by my sari. I glance back at you again, but yet again don't say a word. We're standing so close that I can feel your breath on my neck... it must be all too easy to grope me however you wanted to.

You decide to feel brave, and put your left hand on me and gently squeeze my exposed waist. No response from me, I don't even turn back to look at you. You can see that I closed my eyes in response, and you know I liked it. My silence becomes your encouragement, and your grip on me tightens. A quiet moan escapes my lips, and hearing me like that snaps something in your mind. You escalate things by moving your hand up to my boob under my sari, feeling it through my blouse. I gasp audibly, and turn back to look at you, only now properly seeing your face. A naughty grin is on your face and a shy smile perks up on mine.

You push yourself more onto me, and I don’t even think the crowd had anything to do with it this time. Through the layers of my sari and your pants, I can faintly feel your hardness against my ass. If anyone were looking at us, they would only see our backs and assume we’re standing really close (and maybe even mistake us for a couple)—but that would just be because of how crowded it is... they would be oblivious to where your hand really is. You begin to fondle my boob, and more moans slip from my lips and get lost in the noises of the crowded train. I can feel you breathing me in as your fingers brush over my hardened nipple. I press myself more firmly against you, sliding my ass back to really feel how hard you are. 

You move your hand down to quickly adjust your pants... for me to rub my ass better against your bulge. Your hand goes back to fondling my boob, squeezing my waist on the way. You blow warm air onto my exposed, sweaty neck and I turn to look at you with a needy expression. Just as our eyes meet you squeeze my breast hard... and a kinda-loud-but-not-actually-loud moan escapes my lips, right into your face. Just then, there's an announcement notifying that the next stop is the one where I have to get off. I quickly straighten myself and move toward the exit without looking back at you. My heart is pounding with mixed emotions.

As I get off the train and walk towards the station exit, I hear someone shouting behind me: “Hellooo… excuse me…”

I’m almost sure it’s you, but I don’t stop or turn around as my feelings are still tangled, and you’re still just a stranger. But you run to catch up with me, waving my card in your hand. “You dropped this,” you say. It must have slipped when I was straightening myself and exiting the train quickly. I take it and thank you, looking right at you awkwardly.

You break the awkward silence by saying, "So....... you seemed to have enjoyed that..."

I can't help but blush as I whisper, “Yes.”

"I did too," you admit. Awkward silence again. "So... you like being groped by strangers like that...?" you ask.

I get all flustered, and only respond with a small, shy smile.

“Did you… is this even your stop?” I ask.

You shake your head. “No. I only got off for you.”

I thank you again, and as you turn to leave, I say, “I’ll be on the same train again tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? Then I’ll be there too,” you reply and run back to catch your train.

So, I get onto a very crowded metro. I squeeze myself through the crowd to move away from the entrance and try to find a little spot for myself but there isn't any. Noticing me struggling to carry myself in a sari (and maybe how good I look in it), you kindly offer me the corner you were standing in. I gratefully take up on your offer, and soon after I've settled you realize how close I am to you... with me basically standing with my back to your chest. You instinctively shift back a little, only to get shoved forward again by the swelling crowd. "Oh, sorry... I didn't mean to," you murmur. "It's okay," I reply.

More people get on, and it's ridiculous how we're all expected to just make it work. We're standing so close that you can totally smell my perfume mixed with my sweat. You gently let your fingers graze the back of my thigh through my sari on accident. "Sorry... I didn't—" you say quietly, but then you see that I haven't noticed.

Whenever train speeds up, physics does its thing and I shift my weight closer to you, unintentionally leaning into your body. It must be tempting for you to reach out and touch me again. You carefully place your hand on me, softly feeling over my ass and softly squeezing... just enough that it can't be mistaken for an accident this time. I glance back at you, and you try so hard to avoid my gaze. What all must be going on in your mind!  But I don't say anything, and go back to checking my phone.

In the ruckus of people getting on and off the train, you're pushed into me again... and this time, your hand accidentally grazes the bare skin of my waist, exposed by my sari. I glance back at you again, but don't say a word yet again. We're standing so close that I can feel your breath on my neck, and it's must be all too easy to grope me however you wanted to.

You decide to feel brave, and put your left hand on me and gently squeeze my exposed waist. No response from me, I don't even turn back to look at you. I only close my eyes and you know I liked it. My silence becomes your encouragement, and your grip on me tightens. A quiet moan escapes my lips, and hearing me like that snaps something in your mind. You escalate things by moving your hand up to my boob under my sari, feeling it through my blouse. I gasp audibly, and turn back to look at you, only now properly seeing your face. A naughty grin is on your face and a shy smile perks up on mine.

You push yourself more onto me, and I don’t even think the crowd had anything to do with it. Through the layers of my sari and your pants, I can faintly feel your hardness against my ass. If anyone were looking at us, they would only see our backs and assume we’re standing really close (and maybe even mistake us for a couple)—but that would just be because of how crowded it is... they would be oblivious to where your hand really is. You begin to fondle my boob, and more moans slip from my lips and get lost in the noises of the crowded train. I can feel you breathing me in as your fingers brush over my hardening nipple. I press myself more firmly against you, sliding my ass back to really feel how hard you are. 

You go back to fondling my boob as you blow warm air onto my exposed, sweaty neck. I turn to look at you with a needy expression, and just as our eyes meet you squeeze my breast hard... and a loud moan escapes my lips, right into your face. Just then, there's an announcement notifying that the next stop is the one where I have to get off. I quickly straighten myself and move toward the exit without looking back at you, my heart pounding with mixed emotions.

As I get off the train and walk toward the station exit, I hear someone shouting behind me: “Hellooo… excuse me…”

I’m almost sure it’s you, but I don’t stop or turn around as my feelings are tangled, and you’re still just a stranger. But you run to catch up with me, waving my card in your hand. “You dropped this,” you say. It must have slipped when I was moving quickly to exit the train. I take it and thank you, looking right at you.

You break the awkward silence by saying, "So....... you seemed to have enjoyed that..."

I can't help but blush as I whisper, “Yes.”

"I did too," you admit. Awkward silence again. "So... you like being groped by strangers like that...?" you ask.

I get all flustered, and only respond with a small, shy smile.

“Did you… is this even your stop?” I ask.

You shake your head. “No. I only got off for you.”

I thank you again, and as you turn to leave, I say, “I’ll be on the same train again tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?” Then I’ll be there too,” you reply and run back to catch your train.

I want someone who just can't help themself - they see my tits and they have to grope them 😳 Like it doesn't matter if i'm dressed or maybe naked after a shower. Doesn't matter if i'm busy doing other stuff. They just grope my tits and pinch my nipples, and when I start to get wet and whiny, and beg to be touched anywhere else, they just laugh and tell me "well, you just shouldn't have tits this pretty if you want me to care about anything else" 😭

I want someone who just can't help themself - they see my tits and they have to grope them 😳 Like it doesn't matter if i'm dressed or maybe naked after a shower. Doesn't matter if i'm busy doing other stuff. They just grope my tits and pinch my nipples, and when I start to get wet and whiny, and beg to be touched anywhere else, they just laugh and tell me "well, you just shouldn't have tits this pretty if you want me to care about anything else"

I need to be used raw like a slut. I need my cunt to be pumped full of hot cum. My tits are already a handful but I need them to grow even heavier with milk. And I need my engorged nipples sucked hard to get some relief.

I need to be fucked into labor. I need to arrive at the maternity unit dripping with cum. The doctors and nurses will know that I was craving cock desperately, even at 9 months pregnant. I need to labor with my legs spread, screaming and writhing in pain all because I’m a cumslut.

And then I need to repeat the whole process again.

i wanna be the ex wife of my crush... like the one who argues with him every damn time we see each other but we still get along because of our five kids. he comes over to fix something and i’m running my mouth being a brat.... then he just flips me around, hikes my skirt up, pulls my panties down and rams his cock inside me. he grabs my hips like handlebars so he can hit that spot that makes me go wild. our juices mixing as i feel more and more his warm cum being dumped against my cervix. he keeps fucking me, his cock stretching me out while it fucks more and more cum into me. and suddenly i’m knocked up with number six...

I have a breeding kink, but I don't want to actually get pregnant, or do I? So, of course, that means that someone should hold me down and breed me anyway. Who cares what I do or don't want? That's not my decision to make, so you should make it for me.

Fill me up with your cum every day until it takes, until I'm forced to face the fact that I was only ever made to be bred.

After all, I wouldn't have a breeding kink if i didn't really want to be bred.

Insane how all it takes is getting fucked once to potentially get knocked up. even if I didn’t want it, even if I'm on birth control, even if you pull out, even if I think that it’s a safe day, even if I fought and fought until I passed out. My body is literally made to keep the sperm alive until I ovulate and help it get to the egg. I literally have no choice. I lower my guard once or make one mistake and all of a sudden my body has been biologically claimed and hijacked for the sole purpose of making someone’s baby and I can’t do a thing about it no matter how hard I try to wish it away. And yet I badly want it. Insane.