I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, fluffing my short blonde hair and checking my lipstick. At 37, I still turned heads, and tonight I wanted to look especially irresistible. Robert was coming over, and I knew exactly what he craved. The thought of his impregnation fetish made me smirk. It was a kink I’d never encountered before, but there was something thrilling about indulging his fantasy of filling my womb with his fertile seed. Even though I was on birth control, the role-play added a layer of excitement to our encounters. I adjusted my tight black dress, the fabric hugging my curves like a second skin, and headed back to the living room.

The apartment was dimly lit, candles flickering on the coffee table, casting soft shadows on the walls. Jazz music played quietly in the background, setting the mood. Robert arrived promptly at 8, his tall frame filling the doorway as he stepped inside. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his deep blue eyes locked onto mine with a hunger that made my pulse quicken.

“You look stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. He closed the door behind him and crossed the room in long strides, his hands cupping my face as he leaned in for a kiss. His lips were firm, his tongue teasing mine in a way that made my knees weak. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my body against his, feeling the hardness of his cock through his trousers.

“Miss me?” he whispered against my lips, his breath warm and minty.

“Always,” I replied, my voice breathy. I stepped back slightly, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Oh? And what exactly have you been thinking about?”

I bit my lip, playing along. “You know… your fertile seed. How it feels when you fill me up, imagining your cum swimming deep inside me.”

His eyes darkened, his grip on my hand tightening. “You’re a tease, Jane. You know that, right?”

I laughed, a light, flirty sound. “Maybe. But I’m your tease.”

He pulled me onto his lap, his hands roaming over my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. “My fertile little womb, ready to be filled with my seed.”

I shivered at his words, my core throbbing with anticipation. “Yours,” I whispered, tilting my head back to give him better access to my neck. His lips trailed kisses along my jawline, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his voice firm. I obeyed, rising to my feet as he slid off the couch, his eyes never leaving mine. He stepped closer, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress up until it bunched around my waist. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and his fingers brushed against my shaved pussy, already damp with arousal.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, his thumb circling my clit. “You want my cock, don’t you? Want me to breed you, fill you up until you’re overflowing with my cum?”

I moaned, my head falling back as his touch sent waves of pleasure through me. “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, Robert. I need you.”

He smirked, his hands gripping my hips as he lifted me onto the couch, positioning me so I was lying back, my legs spread wide. He knelt between them, his eyes devouring the sight of my exposed body. “Such a pretty cunt,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “So pink, so ready for my dick.”

He leaned in, his lips pressing against my inner thigh, his tongue tracing a path upward until he reached my core. I groaned, my hands tangling in his hair as he lapped at my pussy, his tongue flicking over my clit, delving into my wetness. “Fuck, Robert,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

He chuckled, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me. “I won’t,” he promised, his fingers sliding into me, stretching me open as he continued to feast on my cunt. I was close, so close, my body tense with anticipation. “Cum for me, Jane,” he urged, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. “Let me taste your sweet pussy as you come apart for me.”

I cried out, my body arching off the couch as my orgasm ripped through me. My juices flooded his mouth, and he drank them down greedily, his tongue never stopping its relentless rhythm. “Fuck, that’s it,” I panted, my body trembling as the waves of pleasure subsided.

He sat back on his heels, a satisfied smile on his face. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he said, his eyes gleaming with admiration. He stood, unbuckling his belt, his trousers falling to the floor as he kicked them aside. His cock was thick and hard, veins pulsing along its length, the head glistening with pre-cum.

I licked my lips, unable to take my eyes off him. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” I murmured, reaching out to stroke his shaft. He hissed at my touch, his hands gripping my wrists.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to fuck you first. Breed you like the fertile little slut you are.”

My heart raced at his words, my body thrumming with anticipation. He positioned himself between my legs again, his hands gripping my hips as he lined his cock up with my entrance. “Ready?” he asked, his eyes locking onto mine.

“Always,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider, arching my back to give him better access.

He thrust into me in one smooth motion, his cock filling me completely, stretching me deliciously. I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his forehead pressing against mine. “So tight around my cock. Feels like your pussy was made for me.”

“It was,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his. “Made to be filled with your cum.”

He growled, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. The couch creaked beneath us, the candles flickering with each movement. Sweat glistened on our skin, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as the tension built. “You’re so fucking wet,” he panted, his hands gripping my ass, lifting me to meet his thrusts. “So ready to be bred.”

“Yes,” I cried, my body on the brink again. “Fill me up, Robert. Give me your fertile seed.”

He slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum shooting deep into my womb. “Fuck, Jane,” he groaned, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside me. “I’m breeding you, baby. Filling you up with my cum.”

I screamed, my own orgasm crashing over me, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for every last drop. Our cries echoed in the room, the only sound the heavy panting as we rode out the waves of pleasure.

Finally, he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the couch, his cock still buried inside me. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers tracing patterns on his back as we caught our breath.

“That was… incredible,” I murmured, my voice hoarse.

He lifted his head, his lips brushing against mine. “You always are,” he said, a soft smile on his face. He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from my pussy, dripping onto the couch. I felt a twinge of guilt, remembering my birth control, but the fantasy was too intoxicating to resist.

He helped me sit up, his hands gentle as he wiped the cum from my thighs with a tissue. “You’re amazing, Jane,” he said, his eyes filled with admiration. “The way you play along, the way you let me indulge my fantasies… it means everything to me.”

I smiled, leaning into him, my head resting on his shoulder. “It’s fun,” I admitted. “And it’s hot as hell. Besides, who doesn’t love a man who knows exactly what he wants?”

He laughed, a deep, rumbling sound, and pulled me closer, his lips pressing against my forehead. “You’re one of a kind, you know that?”

I snuggled into his embrace, content and sated. The impregnation fantasy might not have been my idea, but with Robert, it felt right. His desire to fill my womb with his seed was raw, primal, and it ignited a fire in me that I couldn’t deny. As we sat there, the candles flickering, the jazz music playing softly, I knew this was just the beginning. Robert’s fetish had opened a door to a world of pleasure, and I was more than willing to explore it with him. Every thrust, every whispered word, every drop of cum was a step deeper into a fantasy that felt dangerously real. And I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us next.