Lots and Lots

"Okay, here it is." I invited my Tinder date into my little studio apartment.

"Wow," she said neutrally. "It's kinda..."

"Messy?"

"Uh, sure. Let's go with that."

I smirked at her. She was so strange.

"May I borrow some clothes?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Isn't that usually after we...?"

My cute little date shook her head. "No sex tonight. I didn't bring condoms and don't trust you enough to use any of yours."

A blinked a couple extra times, at yet another bold statement like that from her tonight.

"But we can cuddle or whatever. I just wanna shower first, and smell all your clothes."

"You want to borrow my clothes... to smell them?" I slid past her thin, tiny body and moved over to my kitchen to start putting away the leftover food from the picnic meal she'd made us.

"Yeah, you have this amazing all-natural smell on you. It's gotta be your detergent," she charged for my closet without my permission. "I've been trying to find one that actually gets things clean without harsh chemicals for ages, and..."

I appeared behind her, my body pressed against hers from behind and my hands grabbing her wrists. She froze, her pulse quickening obviously in my grips as I towered over her tiny stature and pinned her still in the air with her limbs still outreached for my favorite jacket, draped over the basket in which I hide sex toys.

"I need you... to slow down," I said in my deep, low voice. I felt her shiver against me as the words traveled through her body.

"Hmm..." she moaned in thought, sounding like she was about to comply. "No," she used my trust to yank a wrist free and grab at my jacket. A gift from my last lover, whom I was very much not all the way over yet. I snatched it from her hand, and shoved her away from my closet and back onto my bed.

"Eep!" she yelped and giggled as she crashed into my pillows and plush animals.

"Why... why are you being so difficult?" I asked. "First you won't tell me your real name or where to pick you up, then—"

"I'm a brat," she leaned back on her arms and let her head fall mischievously to the side, biting her lip and eyeing me hungrily. Or maliciously. "Is... that gonna be a problem?" she kicked an innocent little plush panda off my bed. I watched as it fell on its face on the dusty floor. I eyed the skimpily-dressed bohemian temptress posing confrontational on my bed.

"Not at all," I accepted the challenge this flighty woodland creature would be, and threw some of my smallest clothes at her, turning away right after toward my bathroom to take my shower first. I tried to push out of my head how much trouble she could cause while left alone until I finished washing, and resolved to keep it slightly quicker than usual, but otherwise let those worries go.

When I got out, I tossed her a rolled up clean towel, and passed her by without looking at her on my way to finish cleaning up in the kitchen. I think she didn't take being ignored very well. I noticed her unmoved on my bed in the corner of my eye for a while before she gave in and took her shower. I sighed as the bathroom door closed. We'd been at each other's throats all night for some reason or other. This was starting to get frustrating, and I didn't need a repeat of what happened with my last sexual partner for damn sure. But some elements of this new connection were starting to shape up comparably already. I washed her picnic dishes quickly, and resolved to put this out of my head and take each challenge as it came rather than make any kind of gameplan in advance for how to deal with her. Maybe if I just focused on how incredibly fucking sexy she was, I could channel my frustration into fucking with her right back, and the whole thing would be fun. But I wasn't sure. She was starting to get on my nerves.

Soon, we cuddled in bed without saying anything else to each other. She smelled me a bit, then just turned away and yanked my arms over to make me her very big spoon. We laid together in tense, yet intimate silence while both likely wide awake for about 45 minutes before she finally said something.

"I actually like you quite a bit," she muttered. "We're having a bit of a rough start, but I think you could be a good fit..." Her voice trailed off like there was more.

"But...?" I asked kind of indifferently. I wish I'd said something better.

"But... you said... in the text. We're not..."

"Not compatible long term? Yeah, I know."

"It's not that I hate kids or anything," she said very softly. She seemed sad and dejected. "I just really don't like the idea of bringing life into—"

"No, it's ok," I cut her off a bit too soon. "You don't have to explain yourself." I really didn't want to talk about this. Not after it ruined my last love, and in a giant flaming ball of destruction, no less.

My sad little bratty Tinder date rotated around until she was staring into my eyes. They were watery. "You wouldn't, like...

ghost

me because I don't want kids, would you? I know it's only still the first date, but... like, I mean down the road? If this did work out?"

"Hey," I said softly, and kissed her cheek. I wiped her budding teardrops, and pulled her in tighter to my body. "Of course not. Never," I smiled. "That'd be really fucked up."

My date smiled. It was the most sad and beautiful little smile. She knew I was telling the truth. "Thank you," she kissed my neck because she was too short to reach my cheek to get me back. It felt so warm and tingly. She turned back around and started wiggling her sexy little ass in expertly frustrating circles against my dick. Even through four layers of clothing with both our shorts and underwear between us, she felt so impossibly close and supple and ready to be fucked. Like I was one thin sheet of paper away from slipping up inside her somehow. It was in her movement. It had only been a few seconds of grinding, and I was already losing my mind obsessing over the idea of snuggle-fucking her. But she'd said no sex. I wasn't liking this loss of power in the dynamic already. Before I'd even decided for sure to do it, a retaliation sparked in me and was full sent to regain power over the situation.

"Yeah, I mean, if I really wanted kids and you just kept saying no, I'd much sooner give them to you anyway than just ditch you without warning." I snuggled close to my date and pulled her in tighter as she froze, facing the weight of what I'd just said.

"Um," my gorgeous date verbally misstepped for the first time this evening. Her carefully calculated brat demeanor was shaken. I smiled wider as she tried to approach the topic to gain some elaboration. "What, um... what exactly do you mean exactly when you say, 'give them to you anyway', like that?"

"Hm?" I played dumb, grinding on her ass to keep up the friction as soon as she stopped moving. "Oh, I just mean like if we're a couple or something and it's getting serious and you still don't want kids, I don't exactly think you could do well to stop me giving them to you."

My date rotated again, rolling to face me. Our eyes were level, and our lips were very close.

"Are you fucking with me? Trying to turn me on with CNC because I said I like—"

"Haha, well, I'd imagine the idea would turn you on, sure," I said softly. "But that's just icing on the cake. A man has needs, you know." I smiled and closed my eyes. I saw hers start to gape at my audacity just before I did. I loved seeing that reaction in her. I loved pushing her boundaries with my words.

"Wait a minute..." Her voice was quiet. And she was starting to sweat a bit against me. "You're seriously saying—"

"You're wearing too many layers," I said and lifted my Stranger Things tee off her before she could say another word. Her perky, petite little breasts became exposed to the chilly air in my AC, and I smiled as I pulled her back in and felt her nipples hard against my chest.

"Don't act so surprised," I reached down over her trembling body. I smiled as I felt her smooth, clean skin texture and the tiniest soft hairs lining her arm, along her ribs, and padding her cheeks when I reached into my borrowed shorts to play with the hem of her panties. She was so wet, it felt like a damp sauna even outside her underwear and just vaguely around her crotch. "You certainly seem excited by the idea..."

"Of what, being impregnated by a stranger?!" She found her anger and pushed me away hard. She crossed her arms as she fumed, but she didn't leave my bed.

I shrugged a shoulder with my eyes peacefully closed. "I wouldn't stay a stranger if I made a baby with you," I assured my panicky little date. I peeked an eye open and caught her scowl soften for a moment to my sweet and genuine tone. But she saw me see her and tightened back up quick before I got the wrong idea. Which I already knew was entirely right.

"Take my shorts off and get out," I said coldly. I didn't look at her face as I said it, but I imagine it must've looked like she'd just been hit in the face by a brick. "Drive home safe. Your clothes you came in are folded on the kitchen counter."

The pretty, pissed little thing scoffed. She was just as confused as I wanted her. Sure enough, she climbed over me to the edge of the bed. I wanted to nab her then, but I didn't move yet. I was a hunter, lying in wait of my prey. She huffed and yanked my shorts down the ground, exposing her gorgeous little ass to my face as I'd secretly rolled over toward her while she'd climbed over me. She made for her clothes in the kitchen, just as far away as I'd intended when I put them there, then I caught her by her wrist, and she whipped around to glare at me. I pulled the lightweight, skinny thing back to me easily. Now without panties and feeling very exposed, just as I had baited into becoming, she tightened and tried to cover her breasts and midsection as I sat up and opened my limbs to latch onto her and pin her still where she stood, but just one lick to her neck with my open, wet mouth, and all her resistance and inhibitions melted immediately.

"Sex," she said softly. A command of such frustrated resignation.

I smiled into her neck. I snatched her down into my sheets and tumbled us over, tearing down my shorts and boxers and immediately grinding my naked thick dick up against the wet spot in her panties. It. Drove. Her. INSANE. My Tinder date was moaning, purring, cursing, gripping the bedsheets. She was so sensitive. She wanted this so, so bad.

I tore at her panties, not waiting for her to lift her hips for me. They shot down her thighs, and the next gentle command she made sure I heard was, "Condom..."

I spread her legs, but paused when that word came out and hung in the air. "Hm?" I asked. "What about one?"

She relaxed her hips and let her ankles hang invitingly around my waist. She wanted me in her so bad. I was staring at our beautiful parts, so close together. Both of us leaking sticky, thick, needy fluids. My precum was oozing out about 5 centimeters from the wet entrance to her gorgeous pink blooming flower. Her sexy pussy wanted me so bad. I could see it; I could see her clit looking full and engorged for me, and her labia glistening with moisture and blooming—eager to receive me just as thick and hard as fuck as I was.

"Where do you keep them? Put one on," she ordered, but it sounded so sweet and passive. So trusting. So patient.

I lowered myself closer to my gorgeous, horny, needy Tinder date. Fuck, I was lucky to have anyone as hot and delicious as she was anywhere near my bedroom. It took all of my willpower to hold the line—to not do exactly what I wanted more than anything. Exactly what I knew I was going to, but not at this exact moment.

"Well, y'see there, love... I don't actually have any." I watched in patient pleasure as disappointment flooded up into her face. "Not a one, not ever."

"Well... why the fuck not?" she countered, but didn't move. She was still trusting that I wouldn't actually do something I obviously shouldn't. She was so close, so open, to ready for me, but had no idea what was coming. How could she be this oblivious to something so risky and obvious? And how did I just know she was going to be exactly that?

"Well, as it happens, you can't actually make babies very well with a condom wrapped around your dick, now can you?"

I saw as it finally clicked in her head. I watched her face expand with concern and the revelation. She started to snap her legs closed, but I pinned her still with my weight on her tummy and thrusted my hips forward expertly; they knew

exactly

where they were going. I gripped my date's wrists again, and pinned them above her head and moaned in her ear as I entered her gorgeous, supple, healthy, fit body. She needed a baby so bad. She was ovulating today, I'd bet my life on it. I knew it in my bones. In my pheromones. In my dick. I pressed in deeper, meeting her cervix, and delicious warm pleasure grabbed and squeezed me every inch of the way. She felt so fucking amazing. She wanted this in every fiber of her being, but I saw the logical, smarter part of her brain twinge her face in concern. In betrayal. Half a second later, and she knew it was just too late. She must have experienced this kind of thing before, because she defaulted into fawning compliance so easily. She let me kiss her. Position her. Slap her ass and pound her with no resistance. It was so fucking sexy.

"Just, mmm..."

She clearly needed this. Her body knew it, well before her mind had time to tell her not to.

"Just don't finish in me, ok?"

I had her face-down with her ass in the air for my hips to slam into. Like a cheap whore or something. I love doggy because you can't feel anything but big dick and tight pussy—no contact otherwise, save maybe some degrading hair pulling over her back or spanking, but that's it. It's sex for the sake of sex. I smiled as I filled her, generating so much deep, roiling pleasure for both of us.

"Count on it, lady..." I shoved her forward and yanked her legs around to spread her into a more breedable position. You really want that sperm angled just right to sink down into her cervix, and missionary doesn't seem exotic or fun to most people, but I love it because of this. I stared into my Tinder date's eyes as I quickened my pace. Her body loved my aggression. My primal need. It knew what it was and responded with a knee-quaking orgasm before I was even near my tipping point. I smiled as I knew what was happening. I saw her words of protest to what was coming become fuzzled and melt away as her climax stole her autonomy.

She was so smart and beautiful. So powerful in her day-to-day life—but not now. I made her a slave to her base primal cravings. I didn't say a word as I began my own climax and started ejaculating right down into her cervix. But she caught on quickly and wanted to fight it. I saw the anger spike in her eyes as I claimed her body as a haven for new life of my own. My orgasm tripled, quadrupled in pleasure as I saw that protest die beneath my power. She was out-planned. Outsmarted. Overpowered. In so many senses of the word—fucked. I didn't want her to feel alone in this new world of lifemaking, though. I slowly laid all the way down onto her and kissed her softly as my weight spread over her like a much-needed weighted blanket. I saw in her eyes as her reservations passed and died. They had no choice. She was bred, and I was still on her, in her, pinning my very weighty seed as deep as deep gets; there was no way out of this for her.

"You'll stay?" she asked softly, but our bodies already knew. She just needed to assure her mind.

"I'll stay," I said as my orgasm finished and I melted completely all over her. It's a wonder she could breathe as I held nothing back. She seemed to love it. She wrapped all her limbs around me and cried, letting go of her fear of babymaking.

"I am so fucking pissed with you," her voice managed nearly inaudibly. I smiled big and proud, right up against her cheek, so I knew she felt it in the dark.

"Yeah, I know. Brats never like meeting someone who knows how to handle them."

"I can't believe you did that. I don't even know you. You don't even know my name. How can you possibly think this will work?" She was concerned, but her voice was level. She was calm. She was safe underneath me.

"Easily," I said into her sweet/smelling hair. "Every time you try and piss me off or complicate things, I put you in your place. And after you have this baby, you'll listen

extra

well, or I'll make you have another one.

That threat shut her up good and quick, as she realized the power I had. And how helpless her body was to resist it.

"We're gonna make such a pretty lil baby," I said to take her mind off her status as my new babymaker and lover, since she had little say in the deciding of either.

"Probably lots of them, knowing me." I heard a bit of a smirk in her voice, but it took me a second to realize she meant she was definitely going to keep acting up despite the threat of unwanted breeding as a potential punishment. Or more likely... because of it.

"Lots and lots," I smiled and thrusted playfully.

"Lots and lots," my anonymous tinder date said.