Chapter 22

User 3092.Male. 36.

I'll be on a mission to get you pregnant. I'll be telling you every second how you'll be carrying my child. That you're going to be the girl that will have my baby. I'm going to be knocking you up and making you a mother. A gorgeous goth girl, growing my kid inside you.

I want you to agree to it. To want it. To beg me to come deep in your pussy, letting my cum into your womb, where it needs to be.

Note – This is roleplay. I don't want a kid for real.

You must be on contraception. I don't want the roleplay to come to life.

Duration: Three hours.

Proposal price: ￡2000.

"I'm surprisedyou took this one," Tiff says, reaching for another piece of pizza. "Three hours for two grand? Below your division, babe."

She's going to be here with Josh tonight while I'm out, enjoying some bestie time with him.

"This breeding kink's a new thing for me," I say with a shrug. "Sounds an easy one for a couple of grand. And another experience on my entertainer resume. Hopefully I'll do ok and I'll get a five-star review."

"You'll definitely get a five-star," Josh says with a smile, then thrusts his hips up from the sofa. "Ready for it? I'm gonna knock you up real good. Have my baby, baby!"

I hold in a laugh, trying to get in role, but Tiff doesn't. She jumps on his lap with a cackle, and pretends to ride him, giving it an oh, oh, oh,make me a mummy, Daddy!

I'm finishing up the last of my pizza by the time she dismounts and flops back down on the seat beside him. She's still laughing, but I'm sure I catch a glimpse of something lurking under her humour. It's just too loud. Ever so slightly OTT for Tiff.

I'll file that away for future reference.

I hurry to get ready. A mini corset top, in lilac, shows my belly off well.

A simple, black leather skirt, and white holdups, finished with a decent pair of sparkly heels.

I go for extra sweeps with the catflicks, and a purple lipstick that matches my top.

White lace panties feel like the best choice.

"How do I look?" I ask as I step out from the bedroom.

"Like a gorgeous mamma-to-be," Josh says.

I put on my leather coat and grab my handbag.

"See you later, guys," I say, and blow them a kiss. "Enjoy your chill time."

"Enjoy getting knocked up," Tiff says. "Can't wait to hear all about it when you get home."

User 3092 lives in an apartment over in Bankside, nothing crazy special. It's easy enough to find when the cab pulls up outside. I click arrived on the app, and the instructions come back through. My babby daddy is on the second floor of block one and has a mini balcony. I know my hardcorer side is taking over at full speed when I look up at it and picture myself screaming PUT YOUR BABY INSIDE MEat full volume for the whole neighbourhood to hear. Jeez, I need to put a lid on it. This is just a few hours of fuck time with a roleplay edge to it, no big deal.

Flat Seven,the instructions say. Call me Griff.

The guy who opens the door is nothing like I'd imagined. I'd expected a respectable professor type, for some reason. But this guy is so huge it takes me aback. He's not all that tall, maybe six foot tops, but he's mega stocky, with a heavy black beard and strong dark brows. A bit like a biker, with quite a belly on him. I guess it takes all sorts to make the kinky world go round. He's clearly going to be packing some strength when he slams me later.

I like the idea of that.

"Hey, Holly," he says and ushers me in.

"Hey, Griff," I say back, and squeeze his massive arm as I pass him.

I was right. His living room is decked out with pictures of him on a motorbike – one of the big Harley Davidson types. The room is covered in pictures. There are loads of him in groups of people with beers in their hands, as well as biker days out in the sunshine. Mega cool.

I can see why a guy like him would choose me from my profile. I'm clearly his type.

Griff's living room is compact, but I can see the huge bed he's got through an open door to a much larger bedroom. Definitely a winner for knocking me up in.

"Want a drink?" he asks as I slip my coat off, draping it over the arm of his sofa.

"No, thank you. We've only got a few hours for you to get your baby inside me, and I'm desperate, so please, please can we get right to it?"

His eyes go straight to my belly.

I love how easy I find it to get in character these days. I take a breath and sink all the way into the role. I'm Holly, the girl desperate for a baby, and this guy – Griff – is the man I'm going to be begging to get me pregnant. I look him up and down with hungry eyes.

"It's my ovulation period," I tell him and push my belly out. "You know I've been mapping it out on the calendar." I touch my pizza-bloated stomach, caressing the lower part. "This is going to be the best time to get me pregnant, and I need this. You know how much I want your baby."

He licks his lips as he watches me stroking my stomach, so I tilt my hips back and push it out further.

"Hell, yeah," he says and fuck if I don't get tingle in my pussy. I didn't expect this proposal to make me quite so horny.

"Please," I say again. "I don't want to miss our chance."

"I know, angel," he says and points through to the bedroom. "Get in there and get naked for me. Everything off."

I give him a doe-eyed smile like he's giving me the gift of a lifetime, because in this play zone, he is. I believe in my role as it takes hold – and I'm learning to trust my instincts. This guy has possessive, animalistic filth in his eyes, and I want to tease it out from his soul, right to the max. I want him to display his pure, dominant force as he knocks me up.

I keep on stroking my stomach as I walk across his living room, imagining how it will feel to be pregnant for real one day. I think about the heaviness and the sensation of growing a baby inside me, and the thrill of getting a positive test result when you're really wanting one.

This guy is going to be the daddy he wants to be in his fantasies. And I'm going to make sure of it tonight.

I don't waste any time stripping off, presenting myself to him. He eyes my big tits, my belly, my pussy, then his eyes meet mine.

"You are perfect, Holly," he says, "the perfect mother for my baby."

"And you'll be the perfect daddy," I tell him. "I'm so desperate, it's insane."

Jeez.

"On the bed, on all fours, please," Griff says.

I do as he asks and he comes to stand at the side of the bed. He strokes a big hand down my back and over the curve of my ass.

"Beautiful," he says, and his hand goes to my belly. I moan for him when he strokes it.

His other hand moves to my hanging tits, gripping and tugging. He fondles me like a prized possession, as I'm about to get inseminated. I also feel horny as all hell.

"I want your baby so much," I say. "Please, be the daddy of my little boy."

"That's what you want? You want a little boy?"

"Yeah, I want a little boy." I smile at him as he plays with my tits. "I want him to look like you, Griff. I want him to grow up to be just like his handsome daddy."

Oh fuck, how the guy's eyes light up.

"Yeah?"

"More than anything."

"I'll give you a little boy," he says, and tugs his t-shirt up and over his head.

Mmm, I was right. He's going to have some strength in him. He's hairy chested, and he's a mountain of flesh. I love it. Variety is the spice of life, isn't it? And this is variety. This is horny fucking fun.

"I want our little boy to be as strong as you are," I tell him. "So, please fuck me hard, please make sure I get to have him."

"No fear there," he says, and his voice is surprisingly tender. "Don't worry, angel. You're gonna be carrying my baby by the time you leave here tonight, we'll make sure of it."

"You promise? I know deeper is better when it comes to getting pregnant. I want you to fuck me as deep as you can go, even if it hurts. That's ok. It's not going to hurt nearly so much as when I push our baby out of me, so do what you need to."

I feel like I'm going slightly off script here, but that's ok. It's working. Griff is already heavy breathing. He unbuckles his belt and I see his cock straining to get free.

"On your back now," he says.

I flip onto my back, open and my legs and cup my belly in my hands.

"I'm gonna be so big when our boy grows inside me," I tell him.

The brute gazes at me in adoration, nodding along to my words. I move my hands to my tits and grope them.

"My tits are gonna swell," I say, "I hope you don't mind sharing."

He looks at me blankly.

"There'll be so much milk, I just know it," I say, squeezing at my nipples.

The penny drops and Griff licks his lips, staring at my tits. I wouldn't be surprised to see them leaking, this kink is turning me on so much, it's insane.

Maybe it really does match up with my ovulation calendar…

"It's gonna be rough," Griff says. "I'm sorry about that, angel, but you'll need to take it real fucking deep. I'm gonna have to shoot my cum all the way inside you. Your pussy is just a tool to get to your womb tonight, but I'll make it feel nice."

"Don't apologise," I tell him, snaking one hand to my pussy and rubbing my clit. "Fill me up and fuck your beautiful baby into me."

He kicks his jeans and boxers off, and I get a sight of the tool he's going to be using. Fuck, yes. He's got some girth on him, and some decent length to go with it. The slam of flesh and his dirty grunts are going to be just what I need to fly high.

"It'll feel way more than nice," I tell him as he climbs onto the bed and kneels between my open legs, towering over me, his hard cock curving like a beast.

"I need you to feel this," he says and sucks three meaty fingers into his mouth.

"Ok."

It's a good job I'm already wet. There's no warmup. He slides three fingers straight in deep.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion.

"It's ripe," he says, grinning at me and I can feel his fingers probing.

I swallow. "Glad to hear it," I say, "better get filling it up then."

"Soon, angel. Soon."

"Those tits are also perfect," he says and comes to kneel by my side. "Perfect for a suckling baby."

He takes a tit in each hand, squeezes tight, and my nipples harden.

"You're fucking beautiful," he says. "Imagine these big tits full of milk. You'll be leaking by the time you give birth, you'll be so fucking full."

"Oh yeah, I want that. I want to be leaking, ready," I tell him. "I want to imagine my big tits filled up with milk. Can we practice? Will you latch onto my nipples and suck nice and hard? I want to know what it feels like. The more training we do, the better. I want loads of milk flowing ready for the baby, to keep him full, and you can help me. Nine months will go by in no time, so we'd better start now."

He squeezes my tits again, licking his bearded lips. "Your tits are gonna look so fucking good when they're milking."

"They'll look even so better when your baby boy is sucking on them, but first of all, it's going to be you. Get me ready for your son, Griff."

I love the scratch of his beard as licks at my nipples, but I want more. Holly wants more.

"Latch," I say. "Latch and suck on me, Griff. I need to learn."

It's clear he's played this game before. His teeth clasp and he sucks in a noisy rhythm, locked onto my tit like he's starving. He'll make them sore in no time, but I don't give a shit about that. I take hold of his head and encourage him.

"That's it, suck hard. Feed on them."

He slides his huge hand down between my legs, and I let his thumb take over the action on my clit. He's rough, and grinds hard, but he's not in the right spot, so it's just a tease – a tease that drives me so frantic it has me wriggling. I love it when someone missing my clit skims so frustratingly. It drives me fucking wild.

Griff latches onto my other tit and I look down to see how red and swollen the nipple is he's left behind. Fuck, it's tender and the teeth marks are so close together. Gorgeous.

I want another round. I'll be wanting fucking several, and I know it.

He moves back to kneel between my legs, his mouth still latched, and I feel the thump of his meaty cock against my thigh.

I moan for him. "Give me your cum, Griff. Fuck me deep."

I try to urge him on top of me, but he won't have it yet, just keeps grinding my slit with his thumb as he sucks like a beast on my nipple. This time he's harder with his noisy sucks and swallows. I pant, but I don't stop him. Suckling doesn't show mercy, and neither does he.

When he does finally pull away from my tits, both nipples are a swollen, raw mess, but I'm smiling.

He moves down my body, and I sigh when I realise where he's heading. I'm going to get his hungry, bearded mouth on my pussy.

"Just perfect," he says and fuck how I groan when he ghosts a fingertip over my throbbing clit.

"Know what, angel?" he says, looking up at me with a filthy stare. "I'm gonna latch onto this pretty little thing, too."

Oh fuck, this man is full of surprises. I don't even get the chance to question him before he devours my clit, pinching my flesh with his teeth as he suckles on me. Holy shit, it's intense, and I'm already wired up tight from his frustrating thumb strokes. His beard scratches my thighs as I fight the urge to clamp them shut, but I force myself to relax and take what I'm given. I put my fingers in his messy hair and whimper like the whore I am, and then I hitch myself, angling into his sucks until they get wetter, slurpier – so fucking good.

"I can't wait to take your cum all the way inside me," I say. "Fill me up deep and give me your fucking baby, Griff. But make me come first, like that… yes…"

My endorphins are flowing, and the pain and pleasure line is blurring. Griff grips my clit with his teeth again, tighter, but I keep rocking, and he sucks fucking harder. Harder. Harder.

Yes.

Oh fuck, yes.

It hurts, but I want it…

My nipples are still throbbing along with my clit when I reach a crescendo. I'm thrashing, my fingers fisting in his hair at his sucks, and the rough bastard makes me come in his face with a stream of expletives.

"That's my angel," he says. "Horny girl."

"Horny for your baby," I tell him, "Fuck it into me, Griff, Do it!"

He doesn't waste any time before he slams my legs up against my chest, and then forces his big, fat cock deep in one. Bastard. Horny fucking bastard who wants to fill me up with his baby-making seed.

"Tight girl," he says. "Gotta loosen you up to shoot deep."

My pussy squelches as he pumps his hips, and I urge him on. Harder, deeper, deeper. He's as strong as he looks, his belly slapping against my raised thighs as he thrusts right to the balls.

"Put that fucking baby inside me," I groan. "Give me your cum. I need your fucking cum, Griff."

"Gonna fill you up good," he tells me, slamming like a brute on steroids. "Gonna fill your fucking cunt, and knock you the fuck up with my kid."

"Harder, then!" I yell. "Deeper!"

His thick dick is such a perfect tool as he hammers me. I tip my head back and grit my teeth as he builds up the tension – slam, slam, slamming at me, but keeping me hanging. Fuck, my clit is stinging, but it's so nice that I'm crying out in bliss when he bursts his balls and shoots his first load. He's in all the way, his dick buried to the hilt, and he stares at it with a smile.

"You've got my whole load in there," he says. "That's my angel."

"Thanks, Griff, and you know what? It's dribbling its way right into my womb, right now, and it'll make me pregnant. I can feel it. I'm going to have your baby."

He holds my legs high in position.

"You're my bitch now." His grin is filth. "Once you're knocked up with my baby, you're my bitch for all time. No other man's gonna be touching you."

"Yeah, I'll definitely be your bitch." I grin back. "You'll be watching our little boy grow nice and big inside me. You'll be training my tits ready to nurse him, and you'll watch my pussy strain to set him free."

His groan is guttural.

"I can't wait to see you push our baby out. It'll tear you apart, you know that?"

I nod. "That's what I want, though. I know our son is going to be a big boy, just like his daddy. Just think how big my belly is going to get, Griff. My tits are going to be so fucking huge, trying to feed him." I mash my cleavage, my nipples still wounded, sore. "Suckle on me again," I say. "Train my fucking tits to take it. You need to."

Griff manhandles me like a pro, keeping his cock buried deep as he lowers my legs and presents his mouth back at my nipple. It hurts so bad second time around, but I love the sound of him swallowing as well as sucking. I imagine my tits delivering milk into this brute's mouth and I start working my hips, wanting round two of his cum inside me.

He's got me sold on this. I'm in the headspace with no reserve.

The primitive magic of flesh dances with the pulse of life as we move with the urges. His dick slams back in deep, like a man out to claim his woman's womb, and my pussy welcomes him. Our bodies work in rhythm, doing our best to get his seed as deep into my cunt as it can possibly go. But we don't rush it. Don't push it. Just keep dancing to the dirty hot beat.

I'm moaning at the thrusts, and he's grunting as he sucks at me, letting out a groan of dirty pleasure as he changes nipple. His hips pick up speed, and I raise mine until he has my G-spot nailed, and then I'm lost to everything but chasing my next orgasm and draining his balls. I want his next full fucking load.

Hell, it takes fucking ages this time around, but it's a delicious ride all the way. I love how sweaty and heavy he is when he slams into me.

"Please," I whimper. "Fill me up, Griff, give me your cum. I want your baby. I want your baby boy!"

He's grunting so hard he doesn't have any words, just more hip slams as he thrust, thrust, thrusts for the second round, emptying his balls all over again.

"Leg's up, quick," he says, and wrestles me into position with my knees to my chest, so his cum seeps in deeper.

I look at him, fascinated by how he stares at my pussy, as though he really does want to knock me up and give me a baby.

And then I wonder…

Will Josh ever look at me like that?

Will he ever want to unload his cum in my womb and give me his baby?

Will he suckle on my tits to get me ready? Will he be there at the birth to hold my hand?

The ideas make me churn. Heady.

I always figured it would be Connor whose baby I would bring into this world, but no, it won't be. So, will it be Josh's instead?

My stomach flips, and I get a rush of weird tingles so strong I feel faint.

I want to have Josh's children. One day, I want to be a mum.

"That's it, angel," Griff says with a grin. "You're all knocked up. Can you feel my baby inside you?"

I grin back at him, with a sigh, rubbing my stomach like I'm proud.

"Yes, I can. I know it. I'm pregnant with your son."

At that, Griff is back to User 3092. He helps me up to my feet and gives me a hand to get my clothes together, then asks me again if I'd like a drink, now the action is over. I'd consider a cup of tea if I didn't catch sight of the clock on the wall in the living room. Shit. I'm twenty minutes overdue and counting.

"Crap," he says, following my gaze. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I can pay extra…"

"No, no. Don't worry." I smile as I fumble in my bag for my phone. "I was having too much fun to notice."

I guess his second round of thrusting took longer than I thought…

There's a stream of messages from Josh on my screen, and a couple of missed calls, but my phone was on silent and I didn't hear them.

DS? The messages say. Ella, are you there? DS? Are you ok? Are you out of there?

My fingers are shaking as I reply with a DS and a stream of heart emojis. Sorry. Just leaving now.

I hope I didn't freak him out too bad.

Thank fuck for that, baby,he says. Thought maybe some psycho was trying to get you knocked up for real.

As I get the cab journey back, I'm a mass of emotions. It's something I haven't touched on in years, since the early days of my life with Connor when we planned our future family like lovestruck teenagers.

Two kids. That's what we said. We were going to have two kids. Hopefully a boy and a girl.

I still want them… I know that.

Only now, with a twist in my stomach, I know it's someone else I'll be wanting them with.

User 3902's cum might be dripping out of me, but one day I'll want someone else to be inside me like he was, on a mission.

I just hope it'll be Josh who gets me pregnant for real.