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.
