In the summer of 2018, I was working in Austin, TX on a new type of visualization hardware.
I'd been in the city around a month, and was looking for a house with a pool. Having lived in Texas before, I knew how hot it could get, and having a pool for those blisteringly hot summer days is a luxury I could afford, fortunately. The product I was working on, I was almost certain, would be far too expensive to ever turn a profit, but the corporation paying me was so big and had so much money that it could take years, even decades, for them to abandon an endeavor.
So, I found myself with a relatively cushy job, extremely easy, high paying, and it afforded me large amounts of free time.
I started talking with a 22 year old woman online who lived in San Antonio, which was a few hours away.
Her name was Chey.
She had dark hair, beautiful skin, reaallyyy large breasts, and was younger than me by around 12 years. From what I could tell, she wasn't that interested in a true career. She worked at a high end gas station, and lived with her grandparents.
To be frank, her life was a bit messy. Living with family awhile is something *most* people have to do at some point as an adult when rough times hit. However, in her case, she lived in a closet under their stairs, because there were no spare bedrooms.
I'm not making this up. And yes, just like H.P.
She was surprised by my dick size in a few photos I sent. I'm stupidly wide down there, and she said she was worried a bit about taking my dick from behind.
We'd planned to meet for the first time on a Friday night and have dinner. It was barely Tuesday, though, and I was getting more and more stirred up wondering how far the date would go. We'd exchanged some pics, and I'd been wrong-- her tits were *massive*. Plus, she had a wonderfully voluptuous body, and a pussy that was wet in every photo she took for me.
I was getting that urge to breed.
I decided to be direct. Worst case scenario-- she'd ghost me.
I text her: "Are you on birth control?"
Her reply was almost immediate.
"No. Why?"
I stared at the sentence, wondering if I should press further.
Fuck it.
"Because I think I want to skip dinner, meet at a hotel, and cum in you."
She was wrong-footed and surprised, but immediately wanted to know more.
I explained, simply put, that I wanted to breed her. I didn't want to court her, I wanted to push my fat dick inside her from behind, and then drop a week's worth of cum into her pussy-- and if she was ovulating, then that was even better.
A few minutes later, she acknowledged that, actually, she began her first day of ovulation that month only a day after our proposed first date, so Saturday.
I eagerly explained that, if allowed, I'd give her a baby. No questions asked.
All the sudden she was ecstatic. It seemed like this was basically a big win in her book, and we began making additional plans for Friday.
Four days later, I picked her up from her grandparents house, and within an hour she was naked on the bed on her tummy as I worked my fat dick in and out of her tight pussy. She moaned when she was close to orgasming, and I'd promptly fill her with my cum. I usually breed intelligent women, but there was something about her that I couldn't help being drawn to.
She got SO much cum.
At one point she rolled out of bed, with my cum slowly oozing out of her pink, used pussy, and was unsteady on her feet. She came back with a drink, but I bent her over and began fucking her swollen, oozing pussy as she reached over to the nightstand for a straw for her drink.
It turned her on that I wanted a few pictures of her cum filled pussy, too.
However, she had a bit of an attitude. She could be a bit bossy, but sexually, everything... worked.
After 24 hours of stern dicking, I dropped her and her used pussy off at her house. Two weeks later we got confirmation she was pregnant, and I made arrangements to pay her weekly for childcare costs the next 18 years.
That was about seven years ago.
Two months ago she started asking for a second baby. I've been adamant that she can't have any more of my kids, but then she started sending increasingly desperate videos of herself nude and begging for my cum. I kept telling her no, and reminded her I bred only when inspired to do so.
Last month, fresh off a workout, I checked my phone to find a text from her with a video of herself on her back, giant tits out, while slowly rubbing her spread pussy-- which was clearly full of cum already.
"What happened?" I text her.
"You've got some competition! I met a guy who filled me up." she replied.
I'd never considered giving her another kid-- but the thought of some random guy packing my baby mama full of loser cum bothered me, slightly.
"I've got a four week load built up rn." I told her.
"Can I have it?" she text back, mere seconds later.
Four hours later, I met her at her new job, which was at a call center.
