Just A Little Inside

*all characters are over 18. this is another story deom Deshaun, check my account to read the first one! dubcon / noncon. this is strictly fantasy. you should never do something like this itl*

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. She had a slender frame, but still had hips and tits that made her curvy. A thong bikini that tied on the sides, and a top that barely held her large chest in.

Her long legs were smooth and lightly tanned. Magnificent smile, sunglasses covered what I'm sure were equally stunning eyes, and golden blonde hair with natural waves. Her sunhat shaded her face from the sun.

She stood in a group of girls who were walking towards the waves at the beach. She stood on the outside, laughing at something one of her friends said.

Confidently, I approached her. "Excuse me, Miss?" I said.

She stopped and looked a little wary, until I spoke.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just had to stop you to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life."

Her face softened, but also blushed. A smile crept to her face and she looked to her friends, who were giggling behind her.

"Oh, thank you, that's very flattering," she said finally.

"My name is Deshaun. I'm sorry to be so forward but if I don't ask now, I'll regret it forever...is there any chance you'd want to go to dinner some time?" I smiled at her and gave her a look up and down, a naughty smirk on my face.

She giggled, and said, "Um, yeah, actually. That would be nice. Let me give you my number." I handed her my phone and she put it in.

I sent her a text with my name and said, "There, now you have mine too. And, what name should I save this under?"

"Portia."

We smiled at each other and I apologized to her friends for interrupting their fun. They all waved my apology away and giggled, excited for their friend. Then we parted ways.

*****

It was two nights later. I had texted Portia the next night to ask when she would be free for dinner, and we settled on the next day.

I didn't plan anything extraordinarily fancy, a locally owned Japanese restaurant and bar. She mentioned when we texted briefly that Asian cuisine was the best, so I figured sushi was a safe option.

Portia arrived in an Uber, and got out looking stunning. A short, strapless burgundy dress with a sheer black cardigan that draped down to the ends of the dress. Her cleavage was spilling out of the top, jiggling as she walked and threatening to spill over at any moment.

"Hello, gorgeous," I shmoozed, holding out my arm for her to hold like a gentleman should.

We were seated at the table and ordered drinks, alcoholic ones and regular ones to go with. They served regular drinks at the bar, besides sake, so I ordered my favorite.

"I'll have a Long Island iced tea, please," I say.

Portia raises an eyebrow at my order, and then smirks. "Make that two, please," she says.

I'm impressed. And excited. A girl her size will be impacted much more than I will by that alcohol content...I begin fantasizing about what I want to do to her body after dinner.

When it came time to order, Portia pulled the ultimate first date move and ordered the most expensive item on the menu.

"I'll have the premium sashimi platter," she ordered. A total of $38, not exorbitant, in the grand scheme of things, but in comparison to my $18 dish it was significant. But I know what she's doing. She wants to know if I'm worth it. I smile as she orders and I say nothing about her choice of entree.

We get to drinking, then talking, then eating once the food arrives. Portia finishes about 2/3 of her meal, offering me pieces of the different fish to try. It's actually a very nice date, for what my devious goal is.

I pay the tab as Portia finishes her margarita, her second drink after the iced tea. She was definitely tipsy, but not drunk.

"Why don't we head somewhere together?" I suggest.

"Somewhere...where?"

"Somewhere, like maybe your place," I say.

Once in my car, I popped a mint, and Portia directed me back to her apartment. Her left leg bounced nervously, or maybe excitedly, as she sat in the passenger seat. She focused on the drive back, her tipsy mind trying not to get lost.

We made it to her studio, a tiny little thing, but one she had all to herself. Perfect.

Once we were inside, she excused herself to the restroom. I started to rub my have along my cock through my pants, getting my erection started.

Portia came back from the restroom without her cardigan and her heels, but kept her dress. We sat on the bed together as there was no room for a couch, and we started to kiss. She was minty too.

Portia's lips were soft and smooth, but hungry all the same. I met her passion, and we began getting handsy. I pulled it my hand on her thigh and started to slide it up. Before I made it to her pussy, which I so badly wanted to fuck now, I pulled my hand back and quickly yanked down the top of her dress.

She gasped as her tits exploded out and bounced into place, then moaned as I started to grab them. I leaned forward to kiss her neck as I pinched her nipples, aiming to get her as slutty and horny as possible.

I pull back momentarily to undress. I get down to only my boxers. My bulge is huge, and Portia is staring.

"Wet it baby," I say. I then take my boxers off and let my big black erection spring forward, and push it gently to her lips. She opens her mouth and slobbers on the tip, then practically swallows me whole.

"Holy fuck," I groan, instinctively reaching my hand behind her head and pushing it down further. Somehow this girl has my entire 8" cock down her throat, and she's gagging all over it. But she's not fighting me or giving up. She's a keeper.

Eventually she pulls back for air and gasps, snot and spit running from the holes of her face. I'd bet anything there's grool running from her pussy too...

Her pussy. That what I want. *Now.*

I take her dress off and I push her down, on her back, lining up my rip with her entrance.

"Deshaun, wait," she says. "I'm not on birth control, do you have a condom?"

Oh lord. Here we go.

"No, I don't, but I promise I'm clean and I promise I'll pull out," I say.

"I don't know..." Portia hesitates. "Do you really promise?"

"Yes," I say. Little does she know...

"Okay, fuck me," she says. With that, I thrust forward into her right cunt. We moan in unison as the sensation consumes us both.

I lean forward to kiss her while I slowly slide my cock back and forth inside of her. She's moaning into my mouth, kissing me back only about half of the time.

I pick up my pace, and instead put my face in her neck. Now she's moaning loud into my ear, and I love it. It motivates me to fuck her harder.

"Tell me how you like it," I say.

"Your cock is the best thing I've ever felt," she says. With the way her nails are digging into my back, I believe her.

"Are you ready to take it deeper?"

"Fuck, I'm ready!"

I pull out and move from missionary to prone bone. My cock slips in between her thighs and into her hole with such ease.

"Cross your legs," I say. She does what I tell her to, and it makes her pussy just a *little* bit tighter. But that's all it takes sometimes.

"Fuck, you make me feel so full!" Portia cries. Her moans start to get louder, and her grip on the pillow tightens. I thrust even harder knowing that she's getting close, and the sound that leaves her mouth turns to a cry of pure ecstasy.

She's cumming, I can tell. Her body is responding so well to my cock, her pussy so welcoming.

I feel myself starting to get close, and I'm so ready to turn this beauty into a MILF.

See, as much as I want to dump my entire load of semen into her unprotected vagina, I know that if I do that, she'll never speak to me again, and I can't guarantee she's pregnant like that. And while I desperately want to impregnate her, I'd love to fuck her again too.

Instead, I ready myself to pull out of her now used hole, but only after the first of my load has shot out into her pussy.

I figure if I just cum in her a little bit every time I fuck her, and trust me, I'll be fucking her again very soon, that she's bound to her pregnant eventually.

Ever since I laid eyes on her, I've been fantasizing about putting my black seed into her white womb. There's nothing sexier than an unsuspecting girl getting pregnant with your child, watching her body change to accommodate your offspring now growing inside.

"Fuck, I'm getting close, I'm gonna cum all over your ass baby," I say. All she can do at this point is moan.

A few more deep strokes, and I started to feel a familiar tingle making its way to my tip. Right when it reaches the top, I thrust my cock all the way forward, until my pelvis is ground against her ass and pussy, and I shoot the beginning of my load into her fertile womb.

I let three large ropes of cum release inside of her, and then I quickly pull out. The sensation is so disappointing, but it will be worth it to see her belly grow in a few months.

Enough cum shoots on to her ass that she never even suspects anything let go inside of her. I get up and I find her towels, grabbing one to clean her off. She has her head down, so quickly before she notices, I grab my phone from her dressed and snap a picture. I get risky and get a little closer, right up to where her legs are now spread, and the little bit of cum I poured inside of her is starting to drip out. I get photo of that, my own evidence of my misdoing.

I wipe her back and her pussy, and flip her over. She leans up and kisses me.

"That was really good," she says.

I smile and say, "It was excellent. You feel amazing baby."

We take turns using the restroom, and then we cuddle in her bed. Portia falls asleep in no time, spent from the orgasm and the alcohol. I think proudly about how tonight's mission was a success, and she'd never know to take Plan B.

I don't know if my sperm will take this time around, but if not, I'm happy to keep trying.