by Freya Kane
The tone of Jack’s voice left no room for argument. I didn’t want my own spending habits to really damage our relationship, and the dress was kind of pretty. Obediently I left the room to change.
The truth was, Jack, getting me pregnant had been one of my biggest fantasies for quite awhile. Just the thought of him filling my fertile pussy with come made me soaking wet. I'd always hoped for one of those condoms to break, or, in my dirtiest fantasies, I'd like to imagine Jack taking it off and sliding his cock back into me, fucking me bare without me even noticing. I imagined realizing when I felt the first hot spurt of his come inside me when it was way too late for him to pull out.
Standing in the bathroom, I stripped off my shirt and pants, folding them neatly on the counter and stared at myself in the mirror. Black panties and a black lace bra covered my body. I thought about just putting my clothes back on and telling Jack to go to hell, but I had noticed the bulge in the front of his pants when he handed me the dress and talked about breeding me.
Something told me Jack didn’t want a sexy adult woman in lingerie walking out of this bathroom. He wanted me dressed in this little girl dress, my pussy bare and waiting to be bred.
I should have been horrified that Jack had TOLD me he was going to get me pregnant. I should have been disgusted. After all, we should be making this decision together, but I couldn’t hide how turned on it made me at the thought of Jack fucking me until my breasts and belly got huge.
I should have been a lot of things, but I wasn't. There was one thing that I was though – dripping wet.
I unfastened my bra, freeing my breasts, and pushed my panties off. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My nipples were hard on my very adult breasts as I pulled the childish dress over my head. My ample breasts strained against the fabric, and I noticed how sheer it was up top. My tight nipples were clearly visible. Jack had definitely planned this through. I wondered how long he’d been thinking about me like this.
Shyly, I exited the bathroom, feeling self-conscious about what I was wearing, but aroused nonetheless. Jack was sitting back on the chair. His eyes widened at the sight of me in the outfit, and I noticed that the tent in the front of his pants had grown.
“You obviously like this,” I said, gesturing in the direction of his crotch.
A flicker of annoyance crossed Jack’s face. “You shouldn’t disrespect her elders,” he said sharply. He pointed to the rocking horse, standing tall and proud in the middle of the living room.
“I want you to ride it.”
“Jack, it’s not really something you ride. It’s more for display-”
He cut me off and ordered again. “Ride it.”
Feeling awkward but aware of the slickness between my legs and my lack of panties, I straddled the rocking horse. Made for someone much smaller than I was, my feet rested on the floor instead of dangling. Slowly I began rocking the horse forward and backward. The smooth wooden piece where the horse’s neck met the body pressed between my legs, putting a delicious amount of pressure on my clit.
I glanced at Jack to see him watching me intently, and I increased my speed slightly, widening my legs and scooting forward to increase the friction against my clit. I moaned quietly, giving up all pretense that I wasn't enjoying this. My juices were flowing freely, soaking into the wood as I rocked on the horse.
I could feel the orgasm building in me as I rocked faster and faster. Every thump of those curved wooden rockers on the floor was filling me with more pressure, getting me closer and closer to an orgasm. The thought of coming because of one of these toys that I had been so obsessed with made me shiver. I wondered if Jack had any other plans for my toys.
Rocking along at a fast clip, my breasts straining against the tight fabric of the dress and my pussy juices flowed freely, I watched Jack stroking his erection through his pants. I half expected him to take his cock out and start masturbating while he watched me rock, but instead, he just watching me, still except for the slow rhythm of his hand rubbing the bulge in his pants.
The orgasm slammed into me, and I cried out, my pussy clenching and shaking as I continued to rock on the horse, riding until I slumped forward, the horse's wooden neck pressing against my sensitive pussy.
“Naughty girl,” Jack said, startling me out of my post-orgasm haze. “Little girls aren’t supposed to touch themselves like that.”
"You seemed to like it," I shot back, not feeling self-conscious at all that I'd just made myself come in front of Jack. I immediately regretted my words when I saw Jack stand up.
“You’re going to learn respect,” he snapped, picking me up off the rocking horse and carrying me to the chair. Jack sat down and flipped me over on his lap, pushing up the dress and revealing my bare ass. I squirmed on his lap, my arousal still very close to the surface. I desperately wanted Jack to touch me, but his fingers never dipped between my legs. I laid there quietly until the first slaps began to rain down on my skin.
Jack was unrelenting as he spanked me. The sound of his hand hitting my flesh had barely faded before his hand was slapping my skin again. I lost count of the spanks, but my ass was bright red and burning by the time he finally relented. Pressing against my stomach, the hard length of his cock hadn’t softened one bit.
“I’m not sure if that spanking will be enough to keep you quiet,” he said, breaking the silence. Slowly, Jack unzipped his pants, freeing his swollen cock. “I think you need something else in your mouth to keep it silent and respectful.” Jack’s hand wrapped around that thick tower of flesh and started pumping. “Babies have pacifiers. And you’re a baby, aren’t you Karen?”
I shook my head petulantly. “I’m not a baby!” I said, stubbornness filling my voice. “I’m a woman!”
Jack smiled at my reaction to the game. “I don’t think you are, Karen. A grown woman would be able to be trusted with money.” My eyes were riveted to his hand as it stroked his thick length. “I think you should crawl over here, Karen.”
Obediently, I dropped to my knees and crawled across the floor to where Mike was sitting. I sat back on my heels between his thighs, wincing at the pain of leaning against my bruised ass.
“Open your mouth, little girl,” Jack said. “Suck on the pacifier like a good baby.”
I wrapped my mouth around the head of Jack’s cock and slowly began sucking like a baby on a bottle. I had never been a huge fan of blowjobs, so I was unused to the feeling of my mouth being stretched like that. I was far from a virgin, and Jack’s cock was the biggest I’d ever had in my mouth by far. His hand went to the back of my head and insistently pressed down, forcing me to take more of his cock into my throat.
I whimpered in protest and tried to pull back, but that only made Jack push down harder. Trying not to choke, I relaxed my throat and opened my mouth as wide as I could, stretching my lips across his swollen member. The force of his hand never let up until my nose was resting against Jack’s stomach and the full length of his cock was buried in my throat.
Content that he could make it fit whether I was fully appreciative or not, Jack tangled his fingers in my hair and lifted my head up, giving me a moment of rest where only the head was in my mouth before pushing me back down. He continued the motion for several more thrusts, fucking my mouth with abandon before he released my hair.
I could have jumped up and ran out of the room. I could have taken my mouth off of his cock and yelled at him for that rough treatment, but all I could think of was how incredibly turned on I was by all of this. Despite my childish hobby, I had always been one of those girls who pretty much did what she wanted. I was tough, even bossy. I always wanted to be in control, and Jack stripping me of that was something I hadn’t even known I was longing for.
My pussy was absolutely soaking, despite having come only a few minutes ago. I wanted nothing more than to have Jack fuck me and fill me with his come, but somehow I doubted that would be happening anytime soon.
Instead, I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked harder, pu
tting every bit of enthusiasm I had into sucking Jack’s soul out through his cock. I circled my tongue around the head of his cock, licking it like it was a strawberry lollipop before opening up my throat and diving back in, fighting back the gag reflex as I took him in all the way.
The blunt head of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I continued to bob my head up and down, letting him fuck my mouth with a roughness that I hoped I could convince him to use on my pussy.
Without any warning, Jack groaned loudly, and the taste of salt exploded in my mouth as he came. The hot come spurted across my palate, and it proved to be too much for my mouth to hold. I managed to swallow some of it, but most of Jack’s come ended up dripping down my chin and soaking into the pink dress.
I sat back, whimpering as I landed on my stinging ass. Jack watched me appraisingly as he tucked his cock back into his pants. “You’re a messy girl, aren’t you?” he said, standing up and walking over to the kitchen slowly. He came back with a soft kitchen towel, and he slowly began wiping my face clean.
Jack cleaned every drop of the sticky come from my face and neck, but the front of my dress was still soaked in it. “Since you’re so messy, we’re just going to have to take this off you, and you’ll sit here naked.” Mike lifted up my arms and pulled the dress over my head, leaving me naked on the floor.
The cool air hardened my nipples, and Jack’s eyes flickered to them. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to get some sort of friction on my aching pussy and failing miserably. The orgasm on the rocking horse seemed like it had happened ages ago, and I just wanted Jack to fuck me or at the very least let me touch myself. Instead, he wandered over to the couch and scooped up a few of the teddy bears and stuffed animals that had a permanent residence on the cushions and dropped them in my lap before setting back onto the chair to watch me.
“Play with your toys, Karen,” he stated firmly. “Little girls don’t put their toys up on shelves. They play with them. You’ll need plenty of practice for once I get you pregnant.”
Feeling embarrassed but still wanting to earn the reward I hoped was coming, I grabbed a large fluffy brown teddy bear and a pink stuffed bunny and began hopping them across the floor, cooing and laughing at the antics of the toys the way I had years ago. It didn’t take long for me to almost forget Jack was there as I petted and cuddled the stuffed toys.
The ache between my legs never faded though. I was acutely aware of my nudity and Jack’s hungry gaze as he watched my very adult body acting out childish things. How long could he possibly watch me play with toys on the living room floor? I wondered. He has to be planning to fuck me, right?
***
An hour had passed, and Jack showed no signs of being finished with watching me play. The pressure between my legs had grown to the point of pain, and I wondered if I could touch myself without him noticing. In the end, my body’s desires won out.
I sat on the floor with my legs crossed, my slick and hungry pussy on display for Jack’s eyes. Quietly, I sat the teddy bear between my legs, blocking my pussy from Jack’s sight. While my left hand held a doll, my right hand dipped between my slippery lips. I fought the urge to moan out loud as my fingers brushed my sensitive clit. I was still more than a little amazed at how much I was enjoying this game Jack was playing with me. Being his naughty little girl had gotten me so turned on that I knew I’d be able to come in minutes.
“And just what is your hand doing between your legs?” Jack asked, standing up and crossing the room to me. I flushed bright red. I’d been caught. I wondered in another spanking was on its way. I shivered at the thought. “You like this, don’t you baby?” Jack asked.
Finding my voice, I stammered, “Yes Jack. I never even thought about something like this before, but I like it. Just please, touch me, Jack. I want your cock inside me so bad! I want you to come in my pussy!”
Jack groaned at my very adult and very direct request. “You’re a good girl,” he said. Being taken care of and just letting go felt amazing. Even the punishment for being naughty had just been Jack teaching me how to be a good girl.
Jack’s cock was fully erect again, tenting out the front of his pants. Crouched between my spread legs, I wanted desperately to beg him again to unzip and slam that cock home, fucking me with the force I had been longing for since this game started.
“You’ve been such a good little girl,” Jack said. “I think you’ve learned some valuable lessons about responsibility.” His hand went to his zipper, and began drawing it down, inch by tantalizing inch. “I think you deserve a reward. You’re going to take every drop, and I can’t wait to see those sexy breasts swollen with milk.”
“Yes, please!” I moaned, shivering in anticipation as Jack took his cock out and crawled forward to settle himself on top of me on the floor. The blunt head of his thick cock pressed against my opening as Jack surged forward to enter me. I groaned as I felt my pussy stretched on his girth. I was really being fucked totally unprotected!
Jack began a pounding rhythm into me. “Such a tight pussy,” Jack grunted, each slam of his hips jarring me forward. He reached forward to caress my breasts, lightly pinching my swollen nipples.
He reared back, pulling his cock all the way out of me and I whimpered at the emptiness his absence filled me with before he thrust home, almost lifting me off the floor with his force. Every nerve in my body was focused between my legs where Jack’s cock speared me open. I had been aching to be fucked since Jack sat me on that rocking horse, so it didn’t take long before I was teetering on the edge of orgasm.
Already very familiar with my orgasms, Jack abandoned my breasts and hoisted himself upwards just enough so that every thrust had him dragging the length of his shaft along my clit. The strange position slowed his rhythm, and I could feel the pleasure beginning to spiral out of control. My muscles clenched around his hard length and I cried out as waves of pleasure poured over me. "Yes, Jack!” I begged, “Fill me up with your come!”
This was my last chance to stop it. I could have asked Jack to pull out and come on my breasts or my face, just to be safe. It would be so easy for the load Jack was about to pour into me to take hold, and I really did want it to happen. The idea of having my belly stretch and my breasts swell with Jack’s seed aroused me even more. If that happened, maybe Jack could be the baby for awhile. The picture of Jack with his lips latched onto my swollen nipple as he drank my milk made my pussy tighten.
Jack took the choice away from me though. Before I could even think of stopping him, he slammed forward twice more and then froze above me, and I felt his hot come spurt inside me. Jack slumped forward on me, pinning me to the ground with his weight, his slowly softening cock still buried inside me. We laid like that for several long moments, the only sounds in the room being our gasps for breath.
Jack eased his cock out of my well-used pussy and kissed me. "I think you've earned those toys," he said, grinning as he helped me to my feet. I glanced at the box of little girl dresses still sitting on the floor wistfully as Jack handed me the normal, boring black dress I had been wearing earlier.
Of course, if there’s one thing any little girl knows, it’s how to get a rise out of an adult.
***
Eight months later, I came home to a huge box sitting in the middle of the living room and Jack glowering from the couch with a credit card statement in his hand. “What exactly did you spend $900 on from the Antique Dollhouse Emporium?” he demanded.
"Oh, Jack it was just the most beautiful reproduction of a Victorian dollhouse!” I cooed, tearing open the box like an excited kid on Christmas morning. “I just couldn’t resist!” My eyes were riveted to the beautiful toy, but I was acutely aware when Jack left the room. He came back a few moments later with a familiar box in his hands.
“I thought you learned this earlier, but I guess I’m going to have to teach you responsibility again.” Jack’s cock was already stretching the front of his pants, and with birthday party exuberance I stripped off my clothes and
dropped them messily on the floor.
Despite his annoyance at yet another extravagant purchase, Jack’s face broke into a grin at my eagerness. “It looks like my little girl is ready to play some more,” he said, opening the box with a smile.
Shivering in arousal at the sight of those bright dresses, I picked up my toys and opened my legs, ready to be a good girl again.
Only this time the little girl dresses were barely able to hold my swollen breasts, and despite their loose cut, they clung tight to my big pregnant belly. It still amazed me just how quickly Jack's seed had taken hold. While there was no way of us really knowing if our very first condom-free fuck had been the one that got me pregnant, it hadn't taken more than a few weeks before I started feeling sick and dizzy every morning.
The more my belly grew, the more it turned Jack on, but today I had an even bigger surprise for him.
