Stranger fantasy

Stranger Fantasy

  It’s obvious you and the girls at your table have been discussing me and the boys at mine since a few minutes after you all arrived. We can’t hear you, but at least one of you looks over here every few seconds, and based on the expressions on your faces it seems we might not be doing so well. Eventually, though, when my boys step to the bar for another round, you sidle over from your table and look me in the eye.

“My girlfriends think every guy in this bar is gonna be a porn-damaged bro douchebag,” you say. “Let’s see if they’re right. Tell me the fantasy you keep coming back to.”

“You mean… like a sex fantasy?” I ask. My question alone might provide all the confirmation you need, but your nod tells me all is not yet lost. A flash of instinct tells me to reveal one of my deepest secrets. “I… get really turned on by… making babies,” I say. My secret is not exactly a dark one, but it’s a deep one because it’s not “bro” at all, and who knows what humiliating turns this conversation might take.

“Hmmmmm,” you smile mischievously, raising an eyebrow. “That’s… not what I expected. But…” You squint in doubt. “OK, so… you like telling girls whatever they need to hear, knocking them up, and then disappearing, right?”

I’ve thought about this a lot but never told another person about it. “Well, it’s a sex fantasy, right? So it’s in the moment, but I do want the girl to want it just as much, so…”

“Wait, wait,” you interrupt, “you’re telling me this is… this is a love thing? Oh, come on,” you laugh, “You’re in this bar with a pure heart and sporting all the feels?”

“No, no, it’s not romantic. It’s more of a… primal thing, I guess. It’s like each of us thinks the other… has great… Oh, God, now this sounds totally lame.”

“Not yet,” you say. “You were gonna say ‘genes’ or something, right? Keep going.”

I frown in thought for a bit. “I guess realizing a woman would make healthy, smart babies makes me want her. And then I think about being the man she… chooses to… father those babies. And then I think about the sex being super-hot because we both know why we’re doing it. I don’t know, I’ve never put it into words before, so this probably makes no sense.”

“No, it does make sense… In fact,” you say, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “It’s making me wet.”

 Upstairs in your apartment, things move fast. You’re having some trouble getting my jeans all the way off, and I stand and start to pull them inside-out over my feet.

“So,” you say, “I don’t suppose a guy with your… idiosyncrasies carries condoms around.”

“Well, if I had any idea… Yeah.” I chuckle. “I’m not reckless on purpose.” My rigid cock stands out from my body and up a little as I look up at gorgeous you.

“But it does present an interesting situation,” you say.

I feel pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock and you obviously enjoy the sight of it. “How so?”

There’s your puckish smile again. “I’m not on any birth control. And I’ll ovulate any time now, or maybe I already did. So we get to find out how ‘in the moment’ you are in real life."

I would have thought it impossible for my cock to get any harder, but I feel it now. Quickly I turn you on the back and kneel on the couch between your knees, lean down, and begin lapping at your nipples again. “Oh, God,” you moan, “So good…” I reach between your legs and part your warm folds with my middle finger to find you as slick as I remember from moments ago. You sigh throatily.

I raise my head. “The only thing I need to know,” I say, “is whether… in this moment… you want my bare cock inside you.”

“Yessss,” you breathe immediately.

"Hmm, then come to me baby. Ride my bare cock with your fertile pussy, if this is what you want."

I lay on my back, take your hand and guide you over my body, shift my hand to my cock and move it between the swollen lips of your pussy and down to your sopping entrance. I raise my hips slightly to slip my cockhead into you, then begin easing the length of my shaft into your depths slowly, opening you steadily, feeling every millimeter of your vagina grip me as you sit down. You are even more aroused than I thought; without struggle I bury my cock in you to the hilt, my heavy balls resting against your ass. Your eyes flutter open as I pause.

I want to make sure you know: “I have… a huge load of cum…"

“Mmmmm-hmmm,” you purr, sounding pleased.

“And I’m gonna shoot it all inside you,” I say, “if that’s what you want.”

“Oh, God yes,” you say, “Of course. Of course I do.”

Slowly I withdraw from you until only the tip of my cock parts your pussy lips. It feels almost as good coming out as it did going in. I feel your juices cooling on me before I plunge back inside you, and we both grunt softly as I bottom out. I realize your pussy is so drenched that my balls are already getting wet.

Is there any doubt now? But I want to hear you answer anyway. “Tell me,” I say, “Do you want me to make you pregnant?”

You seem to consider this for a second — or perhaps you are just enjoying it — but finally you whisper “Yes,” sigh, and then, even more quietly, “yes”, nodding with certainty.

I withdraw again a little more quickly and push back into you quicker still, and we both moan our relief, releasing any remnants of uncertainty. I hook my arms behind your back and, tilting your hips back. I pull my cock from within you and thrust more deeply, gazing down into your eyes as I set up a steady rhythm, fucking you with increasing ferocity, my balls slapping your ass.

I can feel orgasmic tension building behind the base of my cock and I feel my rigid prick filled with pre-cum and oozing freely inside you. I thought the load I had for you was big before, but now it feels half again that size, bigger than I’ve ever felt. You haven’t teased me or drawn this out, but my balls ache dully anyway, and I realize I’ll soon flood you with more semen than I’ve ever shot.

Your index and middle fingers expertly massage your clit as I relentlessly pound your engorged, soaking cunt. I hear your breaths quickening and becoming ragged until you cry out in ecstasy as your pussy clutches me so strongly you almost push me out. Fighting my way back inside you feels exquisite…

And then I’m past the point of no return. “Oh, oh God,” I moan, “Oh my…” I frantically throw myself into you as my cock and balls spasm together, pumping sperm-rich semen from deep within me. Each jet of my potent seed fills and passes the full length of my straining shaft, finally spurting freely out into your willing pussy and spattering against your cervix, coating it and pooling beneath it. Millions of my swimmers begin their search for your egg as we both feel my warm cum overflow you, squelching as we continue to fuck.

Finally, as we return to earth, I deliberately squeeze the last few dollops of my cream out into you; I want you to have all I can give. Shuddering gently, you say “Oh… I can feel you… pushing it out… Oh, God… on purpose… You really want me pregnant, don’t you? ”

“In this moment,” I say, “I do.”