September's Passcode for Kayla's Patron Plus

I really want to have a baby. It’s not that I fantasize about motherhood so much as it is a gnawing urge I have for someone to breed me with their seed and have it grow inside me. It makes me go to my deepest, darkest desires thinking about all the ways I’d like it to happen. I wanna talk about some of these shameful fantasizes I have with you..

The submissive side of me fantasizes about being a slave girl for some wealthy man who only wants to keep me naked and pregnant. I want him to use me for his pleasure morning, noon and night. When my master snaps his fingers I am to assume the position and offer him my pussy to breed. I am his pet, his plaything.. He keeps my belly filled with his babies and still I am only an object he owns. I am his property. His breeding slave to do with as he pleases. All he asks is for me to remain naked, service his cock and bare as many children as he can fill me with. My master is kind and he provides. When my moody hormones make me act like a brat, master will put me in the dog cage at the foot of his bed. It’s a really nice, big cage.. my master spoils me so! But this is my punishment and where I must stay until I am forgiven. Master likes to stick his cock into the cage for me to show him how sorry I am. Please forgive me master! Let me put you in my mouth.. I’ll swallow everything you feed me.

The aggressive side of me fantasizes about stealing you away as my slave. I’d tie you down, gag you with the socks on my feet and put a black cloth bag over your head so that I wouldn’t have to look at your stupid face. The only thing I want from you is your cock and seed. If I could pull your cock off and leave you there I would but I need you attached so you can breed me. I don’t care if you’re not ready, that’s why I put my socks in your mouth so I wouldn’t have to listen to you whine and cry, “Oh no! Please don’t steal my sperm you crazy bitch!” blah blah.. Say it to my socks, I’m not listening. I’m mounting your cock and riding you over and over for everything you have until your body is as worn out as the socks you’re sucking on. I’ll use every dirty trick I know to make you hard again after you cum until your balls ache with the pain of being so thoroughly drain into my fertile womb. I’m going to have your baby whether you like it or not so you might as well enjoy the ride and give me everything you have.

The slutty side of me wants to make it a party and everyone is invited. In this shameful fantasy of mine, it’s my party and so many men are surrounding me in the room. There’s a few faces I know but I’ve never even met nearly any of these men who’ve come to seed my womb. A few wear masks, adding a mysterious element of making me wonder if I do know those men hiding their identity from me? One of them has the body type of my boss at work! They’ve all taken a number as though I am meat in a deli to be served. One by one they take turns fucking me to completion while the others hold my legs up and cheer their encouragements. Occasionally someone will shove their cock in my mouth while another man is still between my legs or have me jerk them off at the same time but most are content to wait their turn. A few whose numbers were last would jerk off on my face since they had time to recoup. They streak my face pretty with their seed while some man in a mask is still pounding my pussy. Now serving number ten.. My pussy is a creamy mess inside and out. It’s so slippery inside me! All I am is a vessel for them to blow their loads into, one after the other. They fuck me limp and sore with little care for how present I am with them, each of them just want to have their turn in my hole. I don’t care if I pass out from exhaustion, I want all of you to have a chance of being my baby’s daddy.

The romantic in me whispers these shameful fantasies in my boyfriend’s ear while he is thrusting between my legs. My desire for a baby and his avoidance to have one has been our little cat and mouse game for a while. He thinks he has all of the say in the matter but he doesn’t know I’ve already stopped taking my birth control. I feel the strength of his pelvis come down all the harder to impale me on his cock, punishing my little pussy for each shameful detail of these desires I confess. I make him jealous and excited, torn between his lust for sharing me and his need to own me. His cock is bare inside me. No condoms. No protection. I whisper these things, daring him to breed me before someone else does. He knows I share my body with whomever I please and now that I’m off of birth control it is only a matter of time before someone claims my womb. I grip my legs around his waist and beg for it to be him!

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September’s Passcode: PUISSANT

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