Mating Rights - Photographer

All characters are over eighteen. This is set in an alternate version of society where it is socially acceptable for a woman to offer mating rights in exchange for something of value. While there are other stories in this setting, it is completely standalone.

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As a highly sought-after photographer, I was used to flying. Being reimbursed for all expenses makes it much more pleasant since I get to fly first-class and stay in five-star hotels while traveling the globe. It helped that ever since my parents moved from Chicago to Alabama after retirement (and my advice that Florida was becoming unaffordable thanks to skyrocketing insurance rates), I didn't have a place I really thought of as home.

None of that meant I didn't hate delays as much as everyone else. When I saw my flight was delayed once I landed in O'Hare for a stopover, I joined the collective moan echoing throughout the gate. Passengers hate delays. Pilots hate delays. Even air traffic controllers hate delays. Why couldn't God hate them too?

Several passengers were bitching at the poor airline employees, as if they somehow had the power to reopen a different airport. I moved away and started flipping through hotel options on my phone.

Most of the good ones were already booked. I started brainstorming if there was anything in Chicago I hadn't seen in a while. If all else failed, I could always check into one of the crappy two-star hotels downtown and pass the time revisiting some of my favorite places. Natural History Museum. Shedd. MCA. MSI.

"Cynthia?"

I looked up and saw a face I hadn't seen in over ten years. "Mark!?"

Once I got over my surprise, I gave my old childhood friend a hug. Mark and I had known each other since we were kids. We both lived in one of the Chicago suburbs a few miles away and attended the same school, where we were both known for being shy and studious.

"It's been way too long," I said after we finished.

"I know," he said. "Everyone misses you at class reunions."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. My schedule just doesn't allow it, especially since that's one of my peak demand seasons."

"I'll bet. The school says you're one of the most successful members of our class."

"Thanks," I said. "What about you? Are you arriving or departing?"

"Arriving," he answered. "I was just on my way to baggage claim. What about you?"

"My flight just got delayed. I'm stuck here until tomorrow."

"Ouch. That sucks."

"Yeah," I agreed. "It looks like all the best hotels nearby are booked."

"Why don't you stay with me?" he offered.

"Really?"

"Sure. Let's just grab our bags, and I'll show you my house. I'd love to catch up some more."

I didn't need much convincing. Mark had definitely grown up since I last saw him. He was taller, for one thing. He was also wearing some dark pants and a white business shirt that, combined with his smoothly combed hair, made him look much more mature than the high school boy of my memory. One look into his now hypnotic blue eyes told me he was a full-grown man, something I had grown to respect in my travels.

"You look good," I said as we waited for the carousel to start.

Mark made a skeptical sound. "I'm nothing. Just look at you."

I tried and failed to avoid smirking. As much as Mark had changed, I'd changed even more. When we were kids, I was just an average-looking girl with better grades than looks. Then, in the last year and a half of high school, I suddenly became

very

popular. My entire body started growing voluptuous. My hair and face had cleaned up, and my tits had grown enough to make the homecoming queen jealous. Overnight, people were telling me to go into modeling instead of photography.

All of those trends had only accelerated once I left. I now had a pair of big tits that could get me all the male company I wanted. My face was described as "angelic," especially with my long dark hair falling past my shoulders, and every square inch of my body was covered in curves that sexual partners loved to run their hands over.

I'd learned how to use those assets, too. My beauty had helped me countless times in my career, and I wasn't above using it even when not on the job. Sex had long been one of my favorite stress-relieving activities, and I'd become quite adept at using my body. I was no longer a girl. I was an experienced, worldly woman.

"Thanks," I said modestly.

Twenty minutes later, we both had our bags. "All right," he said as we each held our large suitcases on wheels. "Follow me."

*****

It turned out Mark lived in one of the suburbs accessible from the Blue Line. One train ride from the airport and a ten-minute Uber later, we arrived at his house without a hint of the infamous Chicago traffic.

I was immediately struck by how modern the neighborhood was. The architecture was unmistakably Chicagoan, but the minimal footprint reminded me of the medium-density housing style I saw in many European cities.

"Come in," he invited.

Mark's home was big enough for a pond and a hot tub out back, I noted with envy. What really stayed with me wasn't the luxuries so much as how it felt like a real home. For me, residences had long since ceased to have any meaning. I moved from place to place, picking whatever seemed like the most convenient hub at the time. Staying with Mark, I felt relaxed and at ease in a way I hadn't felt in years.

He left to grab some wine from a nearby store while I settled in and confirmed everything was on track for the next day. Once he got back, we shared some glasses and caught up on old times and our jobs.

It wasn't long before I could feel the wine loosening me up. Besides making the talk with Mark much more enriching, it also gave me the extra bit of courage I needed to consider my next move.

"This is a nice place you got here," I said.

"Thanks," he said. "I admit it is a bit bigger and more expensive than I planned for, but housing in this area tends to sell fast. My job is pretty remote-friendly, so I've been trying to use my vacations for travel more. This place offers the perfect combination of space, convenience, and quiet. I think the reduced stress is worth retiring a year or two later."

I shifted to make myself more comfortable. "Mark, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Would you be willing to let me stay with you in exchange for mating rights?"

My old friend's eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hair. "You'd really be willing to do that?"

I nodded. "Right now, I don't have a place I think of as home. This place would be perfect for me. I'd be willing to have your child if you gave me a place to raise it."

Mark's eyes glazed over as he considered my offer. I could tell from his expression it only took him one second to reach the same conclusion as me: he'd love to mix his DNA with mine and raise the offspring resulting from our coupling.

I grinned as he transitioned from deliberation to examining my body. The lustful look that appeared on his face confirmed he liked what he saw: a white long-sleeve that exposed my navel and a pair of stylish jeans, combined with an open jacket I wore on the flight. When his gaze lingered on my tits, I knew what his would be answer.

"Absolutely, Cynthia," he said.

With my chest suddenly heavy (and my panties rapidly dampening), I leaned in and pressed my lips against Mark's for the first time. It took less than a second before my hunger grew to the point where I was pulling his head and kissing him aggressively.

I'd kissed countless men during my travels, but my kiss with Mark felt different because he knew me. Our relationship in high school had never been physical, but there was still enough familiarity to provide a degree of comfort and tenderness as we settled into a pattern.

Without releasing his head, my hand drifted down to massage the corner of his pants hiding his manhood. He moaned deeply in response as I made circular motions for several seconds, applying just enough pressure to make him hard.

I pulled back only to slip out of my jacket. It didn't leave me any more exposed than I was before, but Mark was staring at me as if I was already naked. I basked in the familiar rush of power I felt before flexing myself, torturing him with the movement of my chest. Any worries he had about me going painfully slow were dispelled when I immediately tugged my shirt free and exposed my white-bra-enclosed tits.

Under different circumstances, I might've teased him until he reached his breaking point and manhandled me to the ground or his bed. Sadly, we didn't have much time before my flight, and my cunt was begging to be filled. Mark was such a respectful chap when I knew him that it could've taken hours before he finally snapped.

Before he could finish processing how big my tits were, I moved to unzip my pants. I pushed them down my long, smooth legs before kicking them aside and posing for my mate's benefit.

I waited patiently before he finally exclaimed, "Woah!"

Satisfied with his response, I kissed him again as I undid his shirt. He caught on to what I was doing and helped me remove it so I could run my delicate hand down his hard chest.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Mark?" I asked as I fiddled with his pants.

He drew me by the chin to kiss me. "I never thought I'd hear you say that. All those times we were studying in the library or doing after-school activities, I never thought I'd hear you asking to suck my cock."

I grinned from ear to ear. "Good point, but Mark?" I said, waiting until I had his full attention while I got down on my knees between his legs. "I don't want you to think of me as the math and science whiz you knew back in high school, or the professional photographer you've heard about after college. Tonight, I'm nothing but your fertile, big-tittied slut!"

Carefully timing my actions, I yanked his pants down, where a rapidly growing bulge confirmed my words had the desired effect. Carefully holding it in my fingers, I slowly moved my tongue until I was close enough to lick from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip. Mark moaned, closed his eyes, and fell back onto the couch as my first touch overwhelmed him, a familiar sight owing to the tricks I'd picked up.

Back when Mark had known me, I'd been shy about sex. It was while I was building my career that I'd learned to view sleeping with men as just another form of stress relief. Mark was the first time in years my heart felt involved, which directly translated into a desire to please him and show him what I was capable of.

I continued my vertical sweeps of his fully hard cock, drawing a choir of sharp breaths until I switched to deepthroating him. He was too thick for me to swallow entirely, but his deep moans and weak grip on my hair suggested he was quite satisfied with my performance. I still succeeded in my primary goal of getting most of his shaft well lubricated, which allowed me to finish the bottom part with my tongue before I leaned back.

His wide eyes made my pussy dripping wet as I released my bra, tossing it aside and exposing my large bust. I couldn't help cupping and gently playing with them with my hands, just to show how soft and malleable they were.

"You like my girls?" I asked in a schoolgirl tone before gripping them and planting Mark's hard cock between them and pressing them together.

He nodded wordlessly as I smothered him with my warm flesh. He especially liked it when I started jerking him up and down.

"Would you like to play with them while I ride your cock?"

"Yes!" he moaned.

"Good," I smiled as I climbed up and straddled him. "Fertile sluts need big, hard cocks to ride."

Rather than immediately impale myself, I allowed Mark to feel how wet I was, silently sharing how eager I was to have him inside me. He responded by pulling me in for another deep kiss. Seeing how he was just as close to the limit of his patience as I was, I held him to the entrance of my pussy and pushed back.

"Oh, Jesus," he groaned as we engaged in the most intimate act a man and a woman could take part in. His very rigid and enthusiastic cock sliced my pussy lips open and pushed deep into my core, filling me with his warmth.

"Mmph," I groaned in breathless agreement as I settled on his lap. From the moment I felt his head touching my pussy, I knew this sex would be different. Knowing I was fertile made all the difference in the world. It gave me an extra thrill that just couldn't be accomplished when I was using pills or condoms.

Smiling down at my friend-turned-lover, I began riding him. It wasn't long before I was gripping his shoulders for support as I took him into my ravenous cunt while enjoying the natural warmth of our bodies pressed together.

"What do you think?" I inquired. "Do you like having a fertile slut bouncing up and down on your cock?"

"Yes," he said, his hands gripping my hips to help raise and lower me. "Do you usually go bareback?"

"Nope," I peeped cheerfully, relishing the sight, sound, and feeling of my hips slamming down to meet his.

"Seems pretty reckless for a slut," he noted without objection.

I grinned and rewarded him by pressing my lips to his, thanking him for playing along and allowing me to be the dominant one. The more I fell into my role of forgetting everything I was and focusing only on filling my pussy, the stronger my urge to set him off and feel him flooding my unprotected womb became.

I felt like the lioness I'd seen on a safari: powerful, invincible, and indifferent. Master of all but one thing: my hunger, a craving that drove everything I did. It made me ride him harder, draw his cock in deeper as I strove to finish him, to overwhelm him with the pleasure of my pussy until he had no choice but to fill it.

"Isn't that what you want?" I asked. "To cum inside me? I can feel how hard you are."

"Kinda hard not to be hard with a slut riding my cock," Mark joked. We both knew that wasn't answering the question.

"Sluts have to earn their keep somehow. Whether it's by fucking a man or giving him a cute baby."

The reminder of what we were doing made him groan, but it put a big dent in my walls as well. Knowing his child would be inside me soon fanned my existing flames with pure oxygen. Every time I slammed down, savoring the feeling of our hips rubbing while my tits bounced wildly, I was reminded of his shaft inside me and what it was capable of.

"Oh fuck" I moaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"I like seeing sluts cum on my cock," Mark wheezed.

His words propelled me to let go of what little control I had left. Normally my orgasms, when they happened at all, were at my own pace. Knowing this was Mark and I could trust him enough to let my defenses down helped the explosion building inside me reach its full destructive power.

"Fuck!" I cried. "Fuck me!"

Using the last of my energy to kiss him a final time, I allowed my voluptuous body to do what it wanted. Before the flood overwhelmed me, I felt the familiar instinct to restrain myself, to limit my upcoming orgasm so it would be a pleasurable experience but not an Earth-shattering one. Instead, I released every lock and bolt and welcomed the tsunami of heat.

I let loose every profanity in every language I knew as my nerves exploded with an electrical current they had no idea how to handle. The only thing I could feel was Mark: his arms wrapped around my back, his chest supporting the weight of my body, and, above all, his rock-hard cock inside me, my one anchor point of sanity.

It was realizing what that meant that jolted me back to awareness. If Mark was still hard, my cum-fuzzy brain eventually pieced together, that meant he hadn't cum yet, and it was a prime directive of the highest order that I make him do so.

"Fuck, that was hot," he whispered.

"Yeah," I agreed with a kiss. "But you know what would be even hotter? Cumming inside me."

Mark let a prolonged groan out as my hips resumed moving. I no longer had the energy to raise myself, but I was more than capable of drawing him into my waiting cunt and squeezing him.

"Just you, letting go, filling my bare pussy with your cock, planting your seed in me, knocking me up with your baby."

He sounded like a man being tortured. Grinning, I continued to tease him.

"Me, flying around the world with your offspring. All those men wishing they could've been the ones to put it in me. Always coming back here where we can relive making it any time we want. Watching my tummy grow bigger and bigger every month until I'm ready to be a sexy, unwed mommy."

The image I painted with my words was enough to overwhelm even Mark. Grabbing my hips, he immediately took over and started fucking me as hard as physically possible. He didn't waste any time warming up: he just started thrusting up and driving his cock into my well-lubricated womanhood.

"That's it, baby," I moaned, summoning the energy to shift myself so he could better see my tits bouncing from the force of his relentless pounding. "Use my pussy however you want. As much as I love being a slut, I want to feel you cum inside me even more."

Mark groaned and closed his eyes as he came close to losing control. I looked down at the sight of our hips, his cock repeatedly pushing inside me. He'd seen me fall apart, and I was eager to see what he looked like when he surrendered to his urges.

"You're cute when you're trying not to cum," I teased. "But it's not going to work. We both know you want to cum in my pussy."

Another deep moan.

"Isn't that what you want? To make me into a mommy for your baby?"

He held back answering but for only a second. "Yes," he admitted.

"See, that wasn't so hard," I kissed him again. "I know it's been a while since we've seen each other, but don't you think we'd make a smart baby together?"

His affirmative 'yes' was barely distinguishable beneath his groan.

After another kiss, I pulled back to look him in the eye. "I know I'm looking forward to being a mother. Are you looking forward to being a father?"

"Yes," he panted.

I smiled. "Then do it, Mark. Cum inside me and give me your baby."

My begging proved too much for him. With a triumphant roar, he slammed my hips down, fully impaling me as the dam burst.

At the last moment, his eyes drifted down to my body. I think he was memorizing what I looked like before he changed me forever. I could see in his eyes he was trying to picture the changes he would force on me: my curves stretching as my womb expanded, my posture altering with my new center of gravity, and the indescribable glow of a pregnant woman he'd give me. Even after his baby left me, I would always carry the signs that he had claimed me.

With a series of groans, he gave me the most delectable creampie. Our lifelong friendship cultivated in our genes mixing inside me as my body became home for a new life that was part me and part Mark. Every lust-infused twitch of his cock increased the probability that he would succeed in what countless other men would've loved to do.

He cried as he continued to pump load after load into my unprotected cunt. Every gasp and purr I made reflected my own ecstasy as we came close to completing our arrangement, but it was nothing compared to the primal satisfaction Mark felt. He kept my hips fully pressed against his own as he planted his seed as deep as he possibly could.

Our mutual pleasure seemed to go on forever, but when his cock finally finished delivering its payload, Mark twisted to the side so he could lay down. I followed him, feeling him leave the warm confines of my pussy but knowing the evidence of our erotic coupling was still inside me.