I once had a fuck-buddy, Ellen, who loved to role-play getting pregnant. What man wouldn't cooperate wholeheartedly with an idea like that? She was on the pill, but we never used condoms, so it was easy to suspend disbelief. She was 35, same as me, but she looked much younger. She had lustrous black hair down to her shoulder blades and deep blue sparkling eyes. Her kilowatt smiles could make any guy's heart skip a beat.
One night, upon returning from a several-month business trip abroad, Ellen called me on the phone and told me she was tired of waiting for a man to marry her before she could have a baby. She wanted one much sooner than that, and she was willing to be a single parent. Figuring this was probably one of her games, I let her tell me how difficult it was to find a good commitment-minded man and how she was worried that her "biological alarm clock" would go off soon. I knew where she was going with all this talk, but I let the conversation play out "naturally", and she eventually confessed that she had a favor to ask me. She of course hemmed and hawed until she finally blurted out that she wanted me to impregnate her. I paused for all of five seconds to create the tiniest bit of suspense, then told her I couldn't think of any reason why not and I'd be happy to help a friend in need. She pretended to be so ecstatic as to squeal her excitement; I heard her voice bouncing off the walls of her kitchen. Since I had understood this little charade all along, I already felt an edge of lust, so I suggested she come over so we could get started that very evening.
When she arrived, I greeted her at the door as if I were nervous. I was in fact a little bit nervous, because I was not accustomed to this level of role-playing. Without planning anything, and without speaking to each other for months prior, she and I were playing a game similar to ones we'd played before, but neither she nor I had once broken character so far, and I wasn't sure how long I could keep it up without laughing. For her part, she acted a little scared now that she was in the same apartment with the man who was soon to be the biological father of her child, so I offered her a glass of wine and suggested she lose her shoes to loosen up. We made small talk on the couch in my living room, catching up on what happened to us during her trip. After a few minutes of this, she suddenly became quiet and serious and, looking down towards the floor, told me we were avoiding the real topic of this meeting. I agreed and asked if she needed me to take the initiative. After a moment, she nodded, and I asked if she wanted this to be clinical or passionate. She responded that she'd heard that women who have orgasms during sex were more likely to become pregnant, and I took this to mean she'd prefer the passionate option. I had of course known how she would answer, but I was trying to play along.
I moved closer to her on the couch, put one arm around her shoulders, and with the other hand gently turned her face toward mine. Looking into her eyes, I asked her if this was what she really wanted, and she said yes. I kissed her then, softly at first, but soon more insistently, as my hand found her ample breast and began to caress her nipple into stiffness I could feel even through her bra. Our tongues intertwined. As she began to rub my half-hard cock through my jeans, she and I both felt it grow to its fully aroused size, and she broke our kiss long enough to tell me she'd had no idea I'd be that big. She was playing her part perfectly, and it was making me want her more than ever before.
I stood from the couch and took her hand to tell her I wanted her on her feet as well. I enfolded her in my arms and kissed her again, my hands roaming freely over her back and ass, occasionally pressing her belly into my crotch to show her I was still hard for her. I broke the kiss to pull her dress over her head and toss it onto the couch. She'd worn her purple bra and panties, my favorites, but I dispensed with them quickly. She relieved me of my T-shirt, boots, and jeans. As she helped me step out of my jeans, she looked up at my rigid cock holding open the leg of my boxer shorts, stood, and kissed me as she stroked me through my shorts. I knew she liked to feel the precum leaking out of me, and this time I could feel her smile almost immediately as we made a tiny wet spot under her fingertip through the thin cloth. I reached down to test her wetness, but before I could, she quickly skinned my shorts down to my feet and pulled insistently on my hand to get me down on the floor with her. In the past, we had usually moved to the bedroom at this point, but this time she was evidently too impatient.
Lying on my left side next to her on the carpet, my right hand wasted no time in finding her pussy slick with anticipation. My middle finger parted her cunt lips and began sliding slowly upward in search of her clit. As her fingers wrapped around my straining cock and began to slowly stroke me, I asked her if she was sure she wanted me to fuck her and give her my baby. She smiled and nodded, and at this I felt my cock swell even larger and leak another drop of precum. I reached down and gently lifted her hand away from me, telling her that we needed to conserve my ability to fuck in order to give her the best chance of becoming pregnant. All the while, my middle finger spelled the alphabet on her sensitive little clit, dipping down from time to time to bring up some more of her sweet nectar.
