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It’s been awhile since my last post

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/impregnorium/www/stories/truelife/chuck.htm

and

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/impregnorium/www/stories/truelife/chuck2.htm

But after reading so many clearly fake true life stories, I wanted to reclaim this section for real stories.

My strategy is simple – I just post every time I’ve had unprotected sex and the circumstances behind it. It’s amazing how often passion takes over otherwise thinking, rational women. It’s amazing how women will just meet a guy, fall totally for him, and then trust him not to fill her with his seed and knock her up. I don’t know, if I were a woman I’d take the pill everyday AND insist on condoms.

At least I think I would. But I’m the guy, so I’m wired differently. I don’t go out of my way to try to knock women up, but I go out of my way to try to avoid the use of condoms, which absolutely SUCK. It’s a risk, I know, but in the nine years I’ve been sexually active, I’ve never caught anything. I can’t tell you how many girls did or didn’t get pregnant because there were a number of one-nighters where we never spoke again afterwards, but there were only two that I 100% knew of.

One of them was the streetwalker I wrote about above, and the other, well, that’s a story for another day. So who shall I talk about this week? Oh, I got a good one. I met this girl at a video game arcade once, maybe four years ago. Pretty hot girl, looked Indian or something. Kinda like a cheesy version of Vanity. She was wearing skin-tight jeans and had an ass for an Indian girl. Had to have been about 5’1 or so. Big bright eyes and a great, yet subtly naughty smile. I knew she couldn’t have been a traditional Indian. I walked up to her and started a conversation. I was right – she was Guyanese. The “Dirty” type of Indian.

We talked for a bit, played some air hockey, and had a generally good time. Turned out she was a student, just came to hang out after class. She had to go home after a couple of hours, but we exchanged emails and agreed to get together over the weekend. Turns out her dirty side came out quickly. Things got pretty suggestive pretty quickly, but never over-the-top. But it was pretty clear that if I played my cards right, I could get lucky. We met at the same arcade that Saturday. She looked SMOKING.

She was wearing skin tight black jeans, a purple top that form fit her perfectly and matching eye shadow and just the right touch of lip-gloss. I did all I could to keep my hands off of her immediately. Dinner and conversation followed, which alternated between regular topics and things heavily implied. We went to a bar for drinks using her fake ID afterwards and got a little bit tipsy. The conversation really started to get suggestive. “You know what I like?” “What do you like?” “Blowjobs” “Yeah? You want one?” “Yeah” I ordered her a blowjob shot, and she downed it like a real pro, leaving a creamy froth on her mouth that she licked away with her long tongue in one, wet stroke.

I instantly got hard. “How did you like it?” “Not bad, but I like the real thing better” “I think that can be arranged, haha” I then held her face and started to kiss her. I could hear the hooting and hollering by the drunk guys egging me on. I could taste all that alcohol on her, the remaining bits of sweet cream on her lips as our tongues danced. We had a few more drinks after that and we were done. Finished! We got a booth together and started making out furiously. My hands were up her shirt, her hands were grabbing the very large bulge in my jeans, and even fully clothed, I could smell her sex.

Good. That means she was the type to get soaking wet. I whispered in her ear: “I want you so badly right now” “So what do you want to do?” “Your place or mine?” “I live with my mom, I can’t use my place” “I live way out in New Jersey.” “That’s too far” I lived in Roselle, New Jersey at the time, and for anybody who knows, that’s FAR from NYC. It’s been the bane of many past attempts at pussy, so I worked out a deal with a friend at Doubletree anytime I needed to get a room there in just such a situation. “How about a hotel?” “OK, that’s cool. I have to tell my mom that I’m staying with a friend in the city or something”. She left her mom a message and we were on our way.

I called up the Doubletree on the upper east side and told them to reserve something. We hopped in a taxi and continued where we left off. “I’m going to fuck you so hard” “Good. I want it. I want you to fuck me” She sat on top of me in the taxi and started to attack my neck, sucking all over it like a high-schooler, leaving little ownership marks that would stay on my neck for days. The whole time she was unbuckling my pants while I continued to grope her. I could smell the pheromones. I could see the taxi driver looking through the rear view mirror. He just smiled. She unzipped my pants, and pulled out my rock hard cock.

I closed my eyes and could feel her tongue rubbing against it, then I felt her taking it in, real deep. My god…this girl knew how to give head! I could feel the warmth of her mouth, engulfing me completely, I could hear the slurping that comes from a drunk and messy blowjob. This girl was all mine, I thought. I’m going to take her to the room, bend her over the bed, fuck her totally raw and not pull out until I’ve filled her to the brim, and then look at her, exhausted and half-conscious, my cum leaking out of her. She can’t even think str… “Wait. We have to stop at the store and buy a condom first” Shit! So the taxi driver pulled over and I went inside a bought one.

I got the ultra thins, though I don’t remember the brand or any of that. I got back in the taxi and we continued onwards. “God”, she said, “I’m so fucking wasted” Not wasted enough, apparently. We finally got to the hotel, grabbed the keys, and run inside the elevator. We groped each other as I lifted her up against the elevator wall, returning the favor of neck destruction that she did to me.

She was mine as surely as I was hers, and those love bites make it official. We stumbled to the floor, and virtually ran into the room. She literally ripped off my clothes as I pulled down her jeans – peeled it off, is more like it, it was so tight. Under it were these sheer thongs that were literally soaked. This girl got wet as hell. “I’m sorry, I get really wet when I’m drunk and horny” “that’s ok, I love it” I peeled off my boxers, and my cock was sticky from slightly drying with her saliva and my pre-cum that nearly attacked my dick to my boxers. She continued right where she left off, except on top of the bed. She was on her hands and knees, bobbing away at my rock hard cock with nothing but her mouth, her ass in the air. It felt amazing, watching her spit just rolling down my cock onto my pubes and down my balls. This girl was nasty and had no quit in her.

I pulled her by her long jet black hair and continued to shove my cock into her mouth until she nearly started to choke. Then while she continued working on my cock, I pulled her leg over my chest, to gesture her to sit on my face while she continued to work my cock. Her pussy looked amazing. It had a nice landing strip. Her brown skin was beautiful and matched my own perfectly, she started to grind on face, harder and harder, leaving thick trails of her juice all over my mouth and nose.

She grinded faster and faster and I knew I was going to make her cum. She began to get really loud and stopped sucking my dick entirely while she gave into her orgasm. It moaned like she was in pain - long, low, deep. Then she went right back to sucking my dick, even less conscious than she was before. I pulled her head up and her mouth came off my dick with a popping noise. She crawled up on me and we started to kiss some more. I could feel her pussy lined up against my cock. I could feel it rubbing against my dick. “We have to get the condom” she said “It’s in my pants pocket on the floor, I think.

You want to stop and I can dig for it” “Yeah, in a minute. This feels good” as she continued to rub her soaking pussy against the shaft of my cock. It felt amazing. I loved the way she moved. “God, you feel so good, baby” “I love it, oh my god…” She started to rub faster, and she was getting really into it. She didn’t want to stop, I knew it. But she didn’t put me inside of her yet, either.

I had to help out a bit. I squeezed my cock muscles, which lifted my cock up, while grabbing her thighs and moving her forward slightly while she was on top of me, positioning her pussy closer to the head of my cock, rubbing between my stomach and my cockhead. She moaned at that. “Yeah, I like that” I continued to rotate her hips and move them back and forth on my cock head, while lifting my cock up ever so slightly until she was starting to back up onto my cock head, just a little bit. “Mmmm…..yeah….” “do you like the way that feels? Do you like rubbing against tip of my dick?” “Yessss” I could start to feel the tip of my cock penetrate the inside of her ever so slightly. My god, she was tight, and I could feel the clinch. I think she was on some level trying to decide whether she wanted to let me in, whether she was able to let go of this moment so I could go find my pants, dig through the pockets, find the condoms, take them out of the package, and put one on my dick.

I think we both knew that this perfect moment, when we’re at our absolute hottest, could not be ruined. Not now. Not for some mood-spoiling condoms. But the choice was hers. She continued to rub the opening of her pussy against the tip of my cock, backing up little by little, coating it with her unusually thick coat of cum. This could have been just my imagination, but I’d swear that that’s a sign of ovulation! Was she going to let me bareback her while she was in the middle of her cycle, if she was in the middle of it? I rubbed faster and faster, bucking her hips harder and harder until finally, finally, she made the decision – we made the decision. I grabbed her hips and together we backed her pussy up completely onto my cock. We both let out a huge groan – of pleasure, of relief. My cock filled her. She was so wet with anticipation that at first I could hardly feel her. Then I felt her squeeze my cock, and it was an incredible sensation. She rode me hard, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. I held her by the ass, keeping it in the air as I thrust back into her.

Each time I could hear the wet smacking suction sound of my raw cock into her unprotected pussy. I could smell her perfume and our hormones making a unique concoction that I wish they could bottle and sell. I was so turned on, I didn’t know how much longer I could go on. I looked up and saw her eyes closed, totally focused on another orgasm. I could feel her getting close. Really close, and she came closer to cumming, her pussy got tighter and tighter. And as she got tighter, I got closer to letting off, too. Finally, silence… and then an explosion of a scream and she came so hard her pussy almost ripped my cock off, her wet cum being the only thing to save my dick from a terrible end.

Having cum, she started to come to her senses as I continued to fuck her. I knew what was coming. It always happens like that. They’re fine fucking bareback while they need to get their pleasure, but as soon as they get it, suddenly they want to stop and get the condom. I knew she was going to mention that we do it, but it was my turn to cum, and I was going to unload in that pussy.

“Wa…wait…baby…I’m not…ugh” she tried to say All I needed was another few seconds “Baby, don’t…” Almost there. “Don’t cum…in…” I let out a huge orgasm, filling her pussy with one burst after another after another. If she was really ovulating, she would get pregnant for sure. I let out so much of my seed that there was no way she was going to come away from this without morning sickness.

“Oh god…you came inside of me” she said, sounded dejected, yet oddly still riding my cock, as though she was a little turned on too “You’re not on the pill?” “No. Shit, we should have used the condom. I can’t believe we forgot”

“I know. I think we were just so caught up…” “I know, I know. Shit” “Did you like the way it felt?” “Yeah” “Good, because I want more” “But we have to use the condom” “I already came inside of you, and I’m already getting hard again. Can you feel it?” “Wow” “I’m going to cum inside of you again” “Oh my god” “Do you want that?”

“Huh?” “Do you want me to cum inside of you again?” “Yesss…no…” And I did. She told me no, but I knew it didn’t really mean no. So I came inside of her again. Two more times in a virtual all-nighter.

She never once brought up the condom again that night, or the other two weeks our affair lasted. I wasn’t around long enough to know if she got pregnant, but I’ll be on the lookout for a four year old Guyanese who looks suspiciously like me.