The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Michaela Garrecht was smart enough to know better than to ask herself how this had happened because she knew perfectly well how it had happened. It had all started with that guy in the coffee shop. Sure, it might have seemed like just a random conversation but he’d just seemed to hit everything just right and from there, it seemed as if everything had just spiraled out of control.

And even that was too simplistic because it wasn’t the man’s fault. It was her fault.

Harry’d taken her to see a movie and after the movie was done, Harry had suggested that they go get some coffee and Michaela had readily agreed but when they’d gotten to the shop, the place had been packed and Michaela had suggested that maybe she ought to go find the two of them a table.

It was a totally reasonable suggestion and as luck would have it, she’d managed to find a table just as a couple was leaving.

That was when the man had talked to her.

He’d said his name was Blake and he was talking to her about the movie she’d just seen and while that might have been understandable if it happened that he’d seen the same movie she had and maybe if he’d seen her coming out of the theater, it was the rest of it that was a bit unnerving because it was the other stuff he knew about her that really seemed impossible for him to know.

Okay, Michaela thought, even that was too broad. It wasn’t the other stuff. It was the other girl. It was the pregnant girl.

She wasn’t even a major player in the film but Michaela’s attention had been drawn to her. It was something that the college co-ed had begun to wonder about herself. She was on birth control so it wasn’t like it was going to happen any time soon but what would it be like when it did happen. That’s what Michaela wanted to know.

And that’s what the man seemed to know as well.

He’d said Harry probably wouldn’t understand and Michaela had to admit that the man was probably right about that.

He’d said she’d want to know what it was like to get knocked up. God, he’d actually said that and the weird thing was to Michaela’s ears, that almost sounded hot. Knocked up. God yeah, she’d told herself and then just as quickly, she’d told herself no. She didn’t want that. She couldn’t want it. It was just ... it was just her imagination.

And besides, she was on birth control. What the hell could happen to her?

Nothing. That’s what.

And nothing had happened to her. Oh sure, as hot as she’d been, she’d invited Harry to have his way with her and he had and in the end, nothing had happened.

But still, she couldn’t help wondering.

What if?

It was the next day and Michaela was in her bathroom holding a packet of pills. Harry was long gone by that time. He’d gotten what he wanted and he was certainly happy enough with what he’d gotten.

But what about what she wanted, Michaela thought.

It wasn’t even really about what she wanted, she told herself. It was just ...

What? It was just what?

Michaela looked at the sheet of pills in her hand. She didn’t really want this, she told herself. She couldn’t want it and yet ...

And yet, she seemed reluctant to tear the next pill out of its packaging and to put it in her mouth. Why was she reluctant?

Go on, she told herself. Just do it. You know you’re going to do it. Take the pill.

And still she hesitated and then she did the most remarkable thing. She put the packet of birth control pills down without opening them up.

It was almost as if she could feel her ovaries surging back to life. This was stupid, she told herself. Of course, her ovaries couldn’t come back that fast, she told herself, but this was stupid. This was really, really dumb.

And yet she’d done it. She couldn’t wait to find a guy to fuck. She couldn’t wait to have him knock her up.

Of course, that was easier said than done, the college sophomore told herself. After all, she had classes today. There was Human Sexuality at 10:00 and then she was going to have to race half-way across campus for her Sociology of Groups class with old man Maartens and then she’d have some time to kill before her discussion group in her Intro to Cultural Studies class and most likely, she’d be too busy with her studies and with her homework to worry about getting anyone to fuck her.

But still, she couldn’t help but think, it was almost as if she were telling herself that she was finally on her way.

Her morning courses pretty much went as she’d expected them to go and because she had some time before the discussion group in the afternoon, she thought she’d stop by the student union and get a bite to eat at the coffee shop. Nothing much, she told herself. Just a little something to tide her over so she wouldn’t be hungry, she told herself.

The weird thing was almost as soon as she got in line, she had the feeling that someone was watching her but when she looked around, she could see no one. Still, almost as soon as she decided that she must have been imagining it, she had that feeling again. Someone was watching her.

But when she looked again, she saw nothing obvious but once again, when she decided that it must have all been in her mind, she had that feeling again. Someone was watching her.

This time, she didn’t bother to look around. She already knew that if someone was watching her, whoever it was wasn’t being overly obvious about it, and besides ...

And besides, there was something else. Whatever was happening was kind of hot. Someone was watching her.

She made her way to the front of the cafeteria line and she picked out one of the pre-prepared salads. “Anything to drink?” the cashier asked her.

“Yeah, a coffee.”

“Anything else?”

Should she, Michaela wondered. Actually, she already knew the answer to that one. The question really wasn’t should she. It was would she?

The cashier was still waiting.

What the heck, Michaela thought. “I’ll have a cookie.”

“Of course. Will there be anything else?”

Michaela shook her head.

“That’ll be eight forty-seven,” the cashier said.

Michaela handed over the money. The cookie had been an indulgence. She knew that but it was almost as if she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to indulge herself.

She sat out on a bench and she ate her food as she read her text book or at least that was what she was trying to do but she’d been on the same page for ten minutes and she didn’t really seem all that close to turning the page and she knew why. Her pussy was wet. Her pussy was so wet.

Finally, Michaela gave up on trying to do any reading. It was pointless and besides, she didn’t want to read anyway. In fact, she knew what she wanted.

Yeah, but this was school, she told herself. She wasn’t here for that.

Maybe not, she told herself, but that was what her pussy wanted.

She looked at her watch and she closed her book and she shoved it back in her book bag. Maybe that was what her pussy wanted she told herself but damn it, that wasn’t what her pussy was going to get. She had class coming up and she needed to focus on that.

His name was Lenny Scruggs and while he was in her discussion group for her Cultural Studies class, Michaela had the feeling that she hardly knew the boy at all. He tended to sit in the back of the classroom with a couple of his buddies and even when the discussion leader called on him or one of his friends to speak, it was like they said the barest answer possible and then having said that, Lenny and his friends would go back to whatever they’d been doing before.

And besides, what with his sun-bleached hair and his tanned skin, Lenny looked like he’d have been more at home on a surfboard than in a class room.

Lenny had these real cool eyes, Michaela thought. They were ice blue and they made quite an impression against his sun-darkened skin and his bleached hair. In fact, Michaela had always thought that but for some reason, today, he looked even hotter.

“Hey,” Lenny said as he came up to Michaela eating her lunch and then he seemed to notice her all over again. “You look hot today.”

“I do?” Michaela preened.

“You sure do. You look hotter.”

“Hotter?”

“Hotter than you normally do.”

Michaela couldn’t help but feel even more excited. She wasn’t even sure why and she didn’t even care.

“Come here,” the boy said.

Okay, maybe she was strutting a bit as she marched up to the boy but why shouldn’t she, Michaela told herself. After all, he’d said it himself. She looked hot.

“Turn around,” the boy said.

“Turn around?”

“Yeah. Turn around. Let me see your ass.”

Michaela didn’t even question why she was doing it. She just turned herself around so Lenny could see her ass.

“I knew it,” the boy said. “You’ve got a perfect ass but I really like these, too.”

Michaela could feel the boy’s hands on the sides of her hips.

“I like these,” Lenny said again. “Nice, wide hips that are perfect for birthing lots of babies.”

“What?” she asked. What had he just said?

“You heard me,” the boy said. “You’ve got the perfect hips for birthing babies. In fact, I’ll bet you want to get one inside you right now.”

What? No, she wanted to say but somehow, she just never seemed to manage to get the words out.

And besides, she could feel him pressing up against her from behind and it wasn’t like he had his cock out or anything like that. He was just coming up behind her and he was very, very close.

“Do you like this?” he asked.

He was coming up behind her and now she really could feel it or at least she thought she could, the feel of something pressed up against her bottom.

“Do you like this?” he asked again.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Oh, I’ll bet you do,” Lenny said. “I’ll bet you want to feel this inside you.”

She shouldn’t be wanting this, Michaela thought, and more to the point, she shouldn’t be saying it either. Even if there weren’t people real close by, there were still people around, people who might see or hear what was going on.

Oh but geez, she was sure she could feel his cock now. He was actually pressing it up against her bottom. “If you want this,” Lenny said, “all you have to do is show me.”

“Show you?”

“Yeah, show me. All you have to do is to hike up your skirt.”

“I can’t,” Michaela whimpered.

“Sure you can ... if you want to.”

“But people will see.”

“So?”

He didn’t understand.

“If you want to show me what you want, then you’ll show me. If you want me to fill you up with my sperm, then you’ll show me.”

“By lifting up my skirt?”

“That’s right. By lifting up your skirt.”

Michaela’s hands fluttered nervously. She couldn’t do that, she told herself.

“Go on,” he told her almost as if he knew what he were thinking. “You can do it.”

Her hands were reaching down now and she could feel the fabric of her skirt under her fingertips.

One of his hands was stroking her belly now. “I’ll bet you want me to put a baby in here, don’t you?”

Michaela’s pulse quickened. How could he know that, she wondered.

“Hurry up,” Lenny told her. “We haven’t got all day. Pull that skirt up for me.”

Her hands were on the back of her thighs and then she was pulling her skirt up.

“Higher,” Lenny told her. “Pull it up higher.”

The hem of her skirt was now up around the top of her thighs. She shouldn’t be told herself and yet ...

She pulled her skirt a little higher.

“That’s it. Just a little bit more.”

Oh my gosh. Her ass was exposed but more than that ... what the heck ... she could tell he had his cock out.”

“Higher,” he told her. “Higher.”

She was pulling her skirt higher or at least she was pulling the back of it higher but it wasn’t going to matter whether it was the back or the front because in no time at all, someone was going to notice what she was doing.

“That’s high enough,” Lenny said. “You’ve convinced me that you want this. Now, spread those legs for me.”

There was no doubt what “this” was. Heck, she was only wearing a thong that day so she could feel it pressing up against her bare bottom and there was no doubt about what she was going to do next. She spread her legs for Lenny.

“Oh yeah,” Lenny said. “You really want this, don’t you?”

Michaela couldn’t help but moan as she felt her thong being pulled to one side. She was exposed now but she didn’t care. She wanted this. She wanted his cock.

Michaela fought back the urge to moan as she felt that cock slide up inside her wet pussy. Why was she wet, she wondered, but then she knew why she was wet. She wanted this. She wanted it a lot.

“You want this, don’t you? You want my cock.”

She did want it. She could feel his cock in her pussy and there was little doubt about it. She did want it.

“But you want something more, don’t you?”

Well yeah, but she wasn’t going to tell him THAT.

“I’ll bet you want me to give you my sperm, don’t you?”

Oh my God. He knew.

“You want my sperm,” he said again.

Michaela couldn’t help herself. “Yeah,” she moaned.

“Yeah what?”

“I want your sperm.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want your sperm.”

“Tell me something. Are you on birth control?”

“Not anymore.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah good ’cause I’m going to fill you up with my sperm and I wouldn’t want to think that my sperm was going to waste.”

Oh God, Michaela moaned.

“Oh yeah,” Lenny said. “Ready or not, here it comes.”

Michaela knew it even as he said it because she could feel his dick swelling between her legs and suddenly, she could feel his surge inside her tight, little pussy.

“Oh yeah,” Lenny moaned again. “So tight.”

Michaela moaned again. He was filling her up. He was filling her up so good.

“Damn, that’s good,” Lenny moaned and Michaela could feel his cock beginning to subside and then he was pulling himself free.

“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. She could feel his cum oozing from her pussy.

“Looks like someone needs to get herself cleaned up,” Lenny said with a laugh.

Michaela could hardly see what was so funny about that but one thing was certain. She definitely did need to find a bathroom and she needed to do it quick because class would be starting real quick.

She knew where the bathrooms were and it wasn’t long before she had herself locked inside a stall. Oh my God, she told herself. Look at her. Lenny had really gone to town on her pussy because she was full of his cum. God, look at that. That was disgusting.

It might have been disgusting but it was hot, too. God, look at that. Her pussy was so full of cum. God, look at that. It was hot having a pussy full of a guy’s sperm.

No it wasn’t. She could get pregnant, she told herself. She could get pregnant if she didn’t watch out for herself.

Yeah, and what was wrong with that?

It was that last thought, that really got to her because for just a moment too long, she didn’t have an answer to that.

Shut up, she told herself. You’re just being crazy. You’re twenty years old and you’re still in school. You’re not ready to have a baby yet. When you get home, the first thing you’re going to do is to take your birth control pill.

That having finally been settled, Michaela quickly cleaned herself up and she still made it back to class before the discussion group had even started.

One time might be enough, the girl told herself, but what if it wasn’t.

Shut up. She shouldn’t be having thoughts like that.

But what if it wasn’t. She should find another guy to fuck.

Just like that, she thought. Like it was that easy to find a guy to fuck. Okay, she was pretty and there were probably guys who would do the job but come on, did she really want just anyone?

Well, there was Ryan Abberding.

Ryan was a boy in guy in one of her classes and if the way he kept looking a her was any indication, he certainly wanted to do the job. Yes, the more she thought about it, the more she thought he might just be the right one to help get her knocked up. She decided she’d approach him after class.

That day, she held back as the other students filed out of the classroom and she couldn’t help but notice that Ryan was holding back, too. That was perfect.

“Hey, Ryan,” she said as if suddenly coming up with an afterthought. “Could you do me a favor? Could you give me a ride home? My car’s been acting up and I’m not sure it’s all that safe to drive.”

“Drive you home,” he stammered. “Um, sure. Yeah, I could do that.”

“That’s cool,” Michaela gushed. “A girl can never be too careful, you know, and I just don’t know anything about cars.”

“No,” Ryan agreed. “No, certainly not. You can’t be too careful.”

Michaela had the boy walk her all the way to her apartment. “This is me,” she said. “You want to come in?”

“What?”

“I asked if you wanted to come in my apartment.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“You know there was a reason I wanted you to bring me here, don’t you?”

“There was?”

Michaela stroked a hand down the front of the boy’s pants. “I’ve seen you watching me in class,” she said. “You know, I think it’s kind of hot and I think you’re kind of cute and I think you like me, too. Do you like me?”

“Y-yeah.”

“I thought so, but you know what?”

“What?”

“I’m the kind of girl that when I see what I want, I go for it and you know what I want? I want you.”

“Y-you do?”

“Mm hmm,” and even as Michaela said it, her hand was unzipping his pants and she was reaching in after his rigid member. “I want this,” she said.

“I ... I can’t,” Ryan stammered.

“Can’t?” the girl said even as her hand continued to stroke his cock. “It sure seems like you can to me.”

“No, it’s not like that.”

“It’s not like what?”

“I don’t have any condoms,” the boy said.

“I’m on birth control,” Michaela lied.

“I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know?”

“I don’t know if we should.”

“Do you think I want to get pregnant?”

“N-no.”

“Then you got to know that if I say it’s okay, then it’s okay.”

“I guess.”

“Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah!”

“Then come on. Let’s do this.”

“You really want to do it?”

“God yeah. Can’t you tell? I am so fucking horny.”

“Okay,” the boy said.

“Okay?”

“Let’s do it.”

“I was kind of hoping you’d say that.”

For a boy who didn’t seem all that sure of himself, once he got himself going, he seemed to get with the program just fine. She’d taken him into her bedroom and after he’d taken off his clothes and she’d taken off hers, he’d laid her out on her bed and he’d slipped in between her legs.

“Oh yeah,” she’d moaned. She would have moaned no matter what but the fact that his cock really did make it feel good just made her moans all that much more real.

“You like that, do you?”

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “I love it. I love it when you fuck me.”

“Then maybe you’ll like this.”

He’d turned her over and he was fucking her from behind and yeah, she liked that, too. God, she’d already cum once and she was on the verge of cumming again and he was still coming at her.

He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and still he was fucking her. She hadn’t been fucked this way before but Michaela liked it. It was as if his cock was a gun that was aimed straight at her unsuspecting ovaries. Oh my God, she couldn’t wait for that gun to fire.

And then it had and Michaela couldn’t help but bask in the glory of it. She had a pussy full of cum which was just what she’d wanted. Did it get any better than that?

But still she needed more. She had to make sure that the job was done right.

Her friend Amber had said it would be fun. A girl’s night out at the theaters. Just girls and no guys. Honestly, Michaela thought, the way she’d been feeling of recent, she wouldn’t have minded having a few guys around.

Stop it, she’d told herself. She shouldn’t be thinking like that.

But guys had cocks, she’d argued back with herself, and cocks could ...

What? Cocks could do what to you?

Cocks could get you pregnant.

Michaela had been shocked when she’d thought that but there it was right out there in the open. She was actually telling herself that she wanted to be pregnant and what was worse was she thought she actually believed it. What the hell was the matter with her. She was only twenty years old. She didn’t need to be going out and getting herself pregnant.

And yet there was that thought. What would it be like, she wondered. What would it be like with a round belly.

Stop it, she told herself. Stop it.

Maybe a night out with the girls was exactly what she did need so in the end, it hadn’t taken much thought at all for Michaela to say yes.

And that’s when everything had started to fall apart.

Michaela was already at the theater when she got the call from Amber. “Where are you?” she demanded.

“Sorry, Hon. It looks like we’re not going to make it.”

“What?”

“I don’t think we’re going to make it. I went to pick up Kristi and now my car won’t start.” Her voice dropped down. “There are a couple of guys trying to help us out but to tell you the truth, I don’t think they know what they’re doing.”

“That sucks.”

“Yeah, I know, but at least you and Desiree can enjoy the show.”

“Desiree?”

“What? Don’t tell me she’s not there.”

“Nuh uh. I’m here all by myself.”

“Oh man. That sucks. Hold on.”

“Sure,” Michaela said but even before she’d said it, the line had gone dead. This totally sucked, Michaela thought and what was worse was there was a guy watching her. He looked to be older, like maybe he was in his forties or something and while he wasn’t all that bad looking, he was actually wearing a cowboy hat which kind of made him look kind of rugged, it still unnerved her to have a guy watching her.

“Hey, Hon,” Amber’s voice said again.

“What’s up?”

“I totally got some bad news.”

“Let me guess. Desiree’s not coming either.”

“She says she totally forgot about it.”

“That’s great. Just great.”

“You could still see the movie on your own.”

“If I wanted to do that, I would have done it already,” Michaela said.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” Michaela grumbled. “I know.”

“You going to be okay?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I gotta go then but give me a call tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

The phone went dead and Michaela looked up to see the man watching her again. “Something wrong, Miss,” the man drawled.

Michaela wasn’t even sure why she answered the guy but she did. “It’s my friends,” she said. “It looks like they’re not showing up.”

“Really,” the man said in a gravelly drawl. “Then it looks like you and me are in the same boat.”

“What boat is that?”

“It looks like my friends aren’t showing up either.”

“That’s too bad,” Michaela thought and yet even as she thought it, she couldn’t help but feel her interest grow. Why was she interested in this guy, she wondered. He was way too old for her.

“You mind if I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Michaela said. “What do you want to know?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere instead of the movie.”

“What? You mean like to your place?”

“What? No. You got me all wrong. I was thinking maybe like to go get a bite to eat or something like that. That’s what I meant.”

God, why had she said that, Michaela chastised herself. God, he must think she was a total slut or something.

“Of course,” the man drawled, “if you’d like to go to my place—”

Oh my God. He did want it, Michaela thought.

“It’s up to you,” the man said.

“I think I’d like to go to your place,” Michaela said and even as she said it, she couldn’t help but wonder why she’d said what she’d said.

“Really?”

Michaela nodded.

“The name’s Bart,” the man said.

“Michaela.”

“Well, Michaela, if you’re sure about this, my truck’s right over there.”

He had a truck, Michaela thought, but then of course he had a truck. She wouldn’t have expected anything else.

Bart opened the door for Michaela before moving around to the driver’s side. “You’re sure about this?” he asked.

“Of course I’m sure,” Michaela said. “Why? Don’t you want to?”

“I just had to make sure,” the man drawled.

“I’m sure,” Michaela said.

Bart’s apartment didn’t look like much. A tiny kitchen and a small living area with some old furniture in it but Michaela didn’t much care what the rest of his apartment looked like. The only room she cared about was the bedroom.

“You’re sure?” Bart asked again after he’d led Michaela to the bedroom.

“I’m sure,” Michaela said as she let her hand stroke the front of his jeans and she couldn’t help but notice that she liked what she felt there. “I’m sure and ... I think you’re sure, too.”

“I’m sure,” Bart said.

“You want me to take your cock out, Baby?”

“Yeah sure. Take it out.”

Michaela opened Bart’s jeans and she pulled them down past his hips and moments later, she was doing the same thing with his underwear. Her hand seemed to almost naturally find itself wrapped around his cock and then she was looking up at him. “Would you look at you,” she said admiringly.

Of course, she wasn’t waiting for an answer because almost as soon as she’d said that, she had her lips wrapped around that cock.

“Fuck,” the man groaned but if Michaela heard him, she showed no indication of it.

“Fuck that’s good,” the man groaned again.

Still no response.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum.”

That finally drew a response from the coed as she pulled her lips free from Bart’s cock. “We can’t have that now, can we.”

“We can’t?”

“Of course not. If you’re going to cum, we need to make sure you cum inside my pussy, right?”

“You said it,” Bart agreed.

“And I’ll bet that means you want to see my pussy, right?”

“Right.”

“That means I need to get undressed then,” Michaela said and without even waiting to see if Bart agreed with her, she stood and she began to remove her clothes until she was completely naked. “Your turn now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your turn now.”

It wasn’t long before Bart was just as naked as Michaela and now Michaela leaned back on the bed. “I want you to fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me good.”

Bart stepped in between her beckoning legs and then he paused. “Wait a minute,” he said.

“Baby, no. I don’t want to wait. I want you to fuck me.”

“It’ll only take a minute,” Bart said as he reached for a drawer in his nightstand and then he was pulling something out.

“What’s that?” Michaela asked although she already knew the answer to that.

“Condom,” the man said.

Michaela glared at the condom. “You don’t really want to wear that,” she said.

“You can’t be too careful,” Bart said.

“Yeah but—”

“But what?”

Michaela might have said something more but suddenly there was Bart’s cock shoved up against her pussy and then he was shoving his way inside her and suddenly, all Michaela could think about was the cock in her pussy. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”

“I love it when you’re fucking me.”

“You’re going to make me cum,” Bart said.

“I want you to do it,” Michaela said. “I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want you to cum in my pussy.”

Apparently, that was all it took for Bart’s cock to unleash itself in Michaela’s hungry, little pussy.

“I don’t think we need this anymore,” Michaela said as she removed the condom from Bart’s cock and Bart watched as the girl emptied its contents into her hand. “Would you look at you,” she cooed. “You came so much.”

Bart wasn’t sure what to say to that so he just watched.

Michaela brought her hand down and then she was spreading the contents of Bart’s cock against her pussy and then as Bart watched, she pushed a finger up inside her.

“Hey,” the man said worriedly.

“It’s okay,” the girl said. “I know what I’m doing.”

“What are you doing?”

Michaela brought her hand to her face and she sucked a finger into her mouth and then she licked her palm. “I love the taste of a man’s sperm,” she said. “The only thing is, I like to get it nice and fresh and straight from the source.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Michaela said and then she was sliding down to wrap her lips around Bart’s still-hard cock.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

Not yet, Michaela told herself. Not yet.

“Fuck.”

Not quite yet, Michaela told herself. Not quite yet.

“Fuck.”

Now!

Michaela suddenly pulled her mouth free from Bart’s cock and then she was turning around and perching herself on her hands and her knees on the bed. “That’s what I want,” she pleaded. “I want you to fuck me.”

“But—”

Was he really going to say no, she wondered. Maybe she should have sucked his cock a little longer but she was sure he was ready.

But then she felt it, the feel of his cock being pressed up against her pussy and the feel of his hands on her ass and she knew she’d waited just long enough.

“Oh yeah,” the man groaned.

“I love it when you fuck me,” Michaela purred. “You’re so big and hard.”

“Fuck,” the man groaned.

“I want you to cum inside of me.”

“But ... my condom ...”

“It’s okay,” Michaela assured him. “I want you to do it. Besides, you don’t want to stop now, do you?”

“No.”

“No you don’t want to stop so fuck me.”

That was all it took to get Bart with the program. Michaela could feel his hands sliding down on her hips as he took a greater hold on her and then he was driving his cock into her pussy.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “That’s it. Fuck me good.”

“Yes,” Bart groaned. “Yes.”

“I know what you want,” Michaela said. “You want to cum in my pussy, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” the man groaned.

“That’s what I want, too, Baby. I want you to fill my pussy up with your big, hot cum. Can you do that for me? Can you fill me up?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Oh, Baby. I knew you could. I know you’re going to knock me up for sure now.”

“W-what?”

“You heard me. I want you to knock me up.”

“What?”

“I want you to knock me up. You know you want to.”

“But I ... I thought you were on birth control.”

“Because I took off your condom?”

“Yeah.”

“I had to, Baby. I had to get at your cum.”

“But—”

“You didn’t want to wear that thing anyway, did you?”

“But—”

“And besides, can you feel how wet and tight my pussy is? You wouldn’t be able to feel that with a condom now, would you? So you want this. You want to fuck my pussy.”

“Yeah.”

“Then come on, Baby. Take what you want.”

“Yeah,” Bart growled and then he growled again as his cock once more fucked Michaela hard. “Fuck yeah.”

Oh yeah. He was driving his cock so deep inside of her, Michaela thought. He was driving his cock so deep and it felt so good. Oh geez. He was going to get her pregnant this time. She was going to get pregnant for sure.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum.”

“I want you to,” Michaela said, “and you know where I want it.”

“Yeah,” the man groaned and even as he buried his cock between the young coed’s legs, Michaela could feel the man cumming inside her.

“Oh yeah,” Michaela groaned. “That’s what I want. I want you to knock me up.”

Michaela woke up the next day. Had it all been a dream, she wondered ... or a fantasy ... or a nightmare ... or whatever. No, it whatever it had been, it had definitely been real and now, she realized, she couldn’t wait to get a test and test herself. She’d been good and truly fucked. Now, she just hoped she was also knocked up.