Tales From the Therapist's Couch:
Case Study on Impregnation Addiction
One of my most interesting cases recently involved Craig, a young man who arrived for a consult over his new preoccupation with having unprotected sex with unsuspecting women.
Craig was a striking young man with blonde hair and green eyes dressed causally in a short sleeved shirt that showed off a well developed weight lifter's physique and white summer dress pants. His girlfriend, Trisha accompanied him. Trisha, whose dark hair and brown eyes were a complete opposite to Craig's light appearance, wore a brightly colored summer dress that highlighted a slim figure and great legs.
I was dressed in a business suit with a light skirt and a white blouse and I sat behind a desk as we began the initial interview.
They settled into the comfortable chairs I provided for my sessions and after a few minutes of pleasantries Craig began to talk.
"It all started last month when Trisha, my girlfriend, had me tied up. Now, we do this all the time; she straps me down and fucks me at least once a day. Usually she puts a condom on before we start, but other times she'll mount me and make me beg for her to get off before I shoot my semen up inside her."
"She's always in control of the situation?" I asked.
"Yes. It's totally hot, 'cause I have to rely on her to dismount. But this time, she totally made me squirt all my juice up inside her pussy. She was reaching back, massaging my balls with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other hand. When I came, she came, too."
"She could get pregnant that way," I cautioned.
"I know that, and she knows that. She knew that I did not want her pregnant." He sounded pretty adamant, which made me surprised. After all, he wasn't sure he had a problem that required therapy in the first place.
"How did that make you feel, knowing she could be getting pregnant while you were strapped down, helpless?"
"I had a mixture of feelings. I couldn't think about pregnancy right then, only that I shouldn't be coming and that it felt so good, I didn't want to stop."
"Did you say anything to her?"
"Yes, I told her that I was going to shoot my load if she didn't slow down but she just kept sliding up and down on my cock. She smiled and warned me that I wasn't allowed to cream in her pussy."
"Did she slow down?"
"No she just kept sliding up and down, her puss kept getting wetter and wetter and I kept getting closer and closer to filling her with my cream."
"I started begging her telling her that I wasn't going to be able to hold back if she kept doing what I was doing but all she did was tell me that I wasn't allowed to cream in her pussy and that I would be punished if I filled her with sperm."
"Then what happened?"
"She reached around and cupped my balls."
"Did you ejaculate?"
"I...I couldn't help myself...I started shooting pulse after pulse of cream into her wet pussy. She warned me again and told me to control myself but it was too late and I could feel my cream dripping out of her as she climaxed."
"What happened then?"
"Well, after I'd unloaded every last drop, she left me strapped in as punishment for not showing more control. But she put her pussy next to my face so I could at least lick and suck her clit until she came again.
"The next morning, when the alarm went off to get ready for work, I was still tied up. She didn't let me up until she mounted me for several minutes. I expected that she would force me to cream in her again and I was telling her how close I was getting.
"Did she make you fill her up again?
"No, when I was ready to blow my load again, she dismounted and stood there masturbating I just watched as she brought herself off disappointed to see my semen spewing out uselessly as she came next to me. That's when I think it started.
"When you think what started?"
I think my obsession with making women pregnant may have started then."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not positive, I didn't think too much about it, 'cause I was really running late, and I didn't even have time to shower before work. Of course, Trisha works later, so she had plenty of time to clean up before she went to work."
"That must have been frustrating for you."
"Well, wasting the semen sure wasโafter all, now I knew how good it feels to blow my wad up an unprotected pussy. But Trisha often makes me go to work with the funk of our sex on me."
"Do your coworkers ever notice?"
"The girls sure do."