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Woman #1
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Woman #1 After work I usually would go back home, except for this day. I was invited a company function/get together near a local bar. I’m definitely not a bar type guy but never the less mingling with coworkers in a social thing is usually a good idea. I reluctantly drove myself there and slowly worked around the room waving everybody I recognized, then I was introduced someone. Woman #1 is a stunningly beautiful African woman, born in I believe, she was there due to her connection of a rather large company we did a lot of business with. Her husband was introduced first, a much older person than her. I have be honest, she was all I wanted to talk to. She was about 5’6” and a little over a hundred pounds (so she tells , I believe her) and very athletic frame, beautiful thighs, amazing ass, B cup breasts, perfect smile, very cute accent. Anyways, I worked around the room talking with everybody I could and she touches me on the shoulder and says Hi with a giant smile. We started chatting for a while. About an hour or so goes and people started leaving at this . She ends up asking if I can recommend a product for her company I said sure I’d love hear about it. She gives me her and says I’ll be in touch. I think absolutely nothing of it. A month or so goes and I get a random from Woman #1 on a Thursday evening. I was invited to grab dinner with her about the product she mentioned. I say sure and we setup the time and place, again I think nothing of this. Our companies do a lot of business together, this is honestly rather routine. I show up at the restaurant dressed in business casual as it’s the next day Friday after work hours. I turn around looking for her and she is dressed in a stunning all red silk dress. Understandably, everybody stares. She slowly walks over to me and says in her cute accent. “Hi” with a huge smile again . I knew something was up, but I didn’t know what we sat down. We started talking about how she looked, how was work, the weather, the old tired ice breakers people use on first dates, which is exactly what this felt like. We stared at each other like we were in and had no experience with the opposite . Anyways, we got over the early jitters and started eating and talking about work. I then start talking about family, brother and , parents etc. I then asked about her family, she gladly talks about hers but then I asked about her husband. Her smile goes away. Apparently, she doesn’t have and she is frustrated her husband, much older than her can’t give her the family she wants. I noticed this is not making her comfortable so I change the subject. Then she asks the question. “Would you be willing impregnate?” she asked with a big smile on her . Needless say I was shocked. Almost reflexively I said no cause I didn’t want ruin her relationship with her husband. I’m an atheist and have no love for organized religion but I still try and respect peoples belief systems whether I agree with them or not, and the institution of marriage is something most people take seriously. So, I calmly said I was flattered but no and wish her the best in trying have . The problem was, she wasn’t going take no for an answer. Next week I believe, I was in the office finishing something and Woman #1 walks into office. It’s not a big room, but not tiny either. She walks in and closes the door. I want you seed inside of me, right now. I’m ovulating for you. Keep in mind, it’s lunch time and lots of people are walking around the office, but nobody thought twice when Woman #1 walked in with the short skirt and semi revealing blouse. She forces right hand and guides it her pussy as she isn’t wearing any panties. I say very reluctantly I can’t cause your married. I did admit however she was getting as she looked incredible. But in the end I said no and she left in a hurry. Finally, a month later I get a knock at apartment door. And she is standing there with a trench coat on. She walks in, closes the door and takes off the trench coat, and of course she isn’t wearing anything. “I’m ovulating, you will seed inside, right now.” I can’t take it anymore. First I pick her up and just slide the<b> workout </font></b>shorts and underwear I was wearing off and slide the 7 plus inch cock in her, while she is pinned against the wall. She can’t stop staring, it makes it even harder. I slowly fuck her upwards as stimulate her G-Spot as much as possible. The tension in shoulders and arms started increase after about 10 minutes of this as I just finished an upper body<b> workout. </font></b>I let her down, she leads on the bedroom. She pushes gently down on the bed and then immediately goes reverse cowgirl on me, HARD she squirts loudly all over, squirting and drenching the bed. Do whatever you want , as long as you impregnate this body. I am your slave for tonight. I immediately picked her up over the right shoulder and lay her on her back on the kitchen table. now the neighbors were probably wonder what the fuck is going on over there. I didn’t give a shit at this , the soul goal in life in this moment was impregnating this women. So I pinned her to the table, turned her over and forced her legs completely open (she was flexible enough) while she was on her stomach, grabbed her hair and fucked her as hard as I could. I constantly smacked her beautiful voluptuous ass while we both talked dirty to each other. You are a breeding slave I say, she says I am your breeding stock, this body's purpose is give birth to your she says. Getting close to bursting so hard now, so I pulled her hair a little more so she was staring directly upwards, I leaned in and told her I was ready. DO IT she says. I came the hardest I ever have.  Not surprisingly she got pregnant as the sperm count I had then was just under two hundred million sperm per 1 milliliter, very fertile I guess. She then texted , after she found she was pregnant she thanked and would forever be debt. We then fucked consistently for the next few years as I successfully gave her 3 healthy . So this is the first experience I had started life as a breeder. I cannot believe this happened but it did. She was the first woman I helped have , but not the last. time, I will post more of these. I do this women are need of having in unique circumstances, not just any wants inside of them. I genuinely like helping people. Message me let me know what you think! Am I bad person for doing this? Am I a good person? I ask myself this all the time honestly. Till next time. Italianguy05 |
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