Savannah wanted a baby from her husband

Tribe leader Kgosi Tshekedi Molotlegi had left the village very early that morning accompanied by five strong men to go find my order. Prices had gone up a bit over the years, but having built myself my own house near the tribe saved me a lot of money each year. So, a kidnapped bitch would now cost me 400 USD. Big deal.

This time, as I mentioned before, I wanted something Asian, as I was using my fingers to make eye slits. He nodded enthusiastically and told me with his hands, “five times sleep," and repeated the eye slits.

Things had changed. In the old days, I would fuck one of his wives at night, but after they saw me fucking Kikuyu, the word spread around, and the women decided I should sleep at night and fuck during the day so all women could learn from watching me fuck. I already got an appraisal from some tribesmen because their own wives had tried with them what they saw me doing to the young Kikuyu.

So, during the day, most of the time, I would be fucking a young tribe virgin. After I did Kikuyu, apparently, she had spoken to Kgosi, because the next day, I was about to pick a new woman for me; she was standing with them in line, smiling. I laughed and I looked at Kgosi, asking him with my hands, “OK?” and he smiled back, giving me the "OK!" sign. That meant I needed to fuck two women today. I laughed. Life was good.

Thinking back to my very first order, a great memory came back to life. Her name was Savannah, and she was grabbed by Kgosi and his men as she left the safari group for a moment, not telling anyone, to quickly go pee in the thick African bush. Just as she squatted out of sight, Kgosi had the patience to let her pee first, but the moment she was done and had her cargo pants on again, Kgosi's black hand quickly covered her mouth, muting her. At the same time, his men lifted her easily by the arms and legs, quickly carrying her deeper into the jungle.

As Kgosi handed over my blonde babe order, I took her to my place, and in the very beginning, I chained her by the neck like a dog to the bedroom wall mount. I had that specially made so the women could still move around or sleep comfortably but not escape. She was from the US, and was celebrating her honeymoon with her newlywed husband, she told me later. The bedroom was comfortable, warm enough, and even had a fridge with beverages and food. The reason I had set this up is that I needed to fuck but didn’t want a relationship.

Savannah was my first, and it was quite an experience for me, but over the years I got used to the different kinds of weak protests and slightly **** behavior on day one. Once you plow that lovely cunt until they lose themselves in one ripping orgasm after another, they start to beg for more.

Day one was not only the arrival but also always the first day of fucking. Day two was another fucking day. And night, sometimes. And normally, by the end of the week, the whimpering got less until it disappeared completely and they started looking forward to their daily breeding. Especially when I made those women cum many times each day from day one on (yes, I do own vibrators too).

Savannah had the typical 80s bob haircut, but with long blonde hair instead, easily covering her very large, fake tits. They were probably 75E (34D), and she had killer green eyes. Her butt matched easily her tits' size, and her slender waist would make it easy to hold her while fucking that young pussy.

After undressing her first, as I was about to undress myself, she protested heavily, trying to take a defensive stance as she lay on her back, crossing her arms.

“Don’t!” she screamed, adding, “I am not on the pill!”

"Explain," I simply asked her.

“We just got married yesterday, on the beach here, and we are trying to have a baby.”

“What about last night on your wedding?”

“My husband was too drunk on our wedding day to perform, so I hope it will happen this week.”

“It sure will.” I reassured her, “I will happily do your husband's duties for him.”

“No! Don’t!”

“If he didn’t knock you up, I will. What’s the difference? A baby is a baby.”

“You are blond. And way more athletic! Better build. People would notice!”

“So?”

“I can’t have an Alpha baby! He is very different from you!”

“Don’t you want a strong, beautiful Alpha baby?”

Silence.

Her eyes spoke for her. They were clearly saying “YES!”

Her body said "YES!" too. She involuntarily adjusted her posture to a more receiving one and opened her legs further, giving me good access to her waiting pussy. She didn’t even notice that her own body was betraying her and was ready to receive my babymaking seed.

She kept quiet, fighting that natural desire pushing her to get knocked up, soon having that big, stretched belly. She shivered at the thought of becoming a mommy today and starting to leak milk from her swollen tits within a year.

From this strong, dominant Alpha male.

His cock size will decide for me. She thought. But she already knew that both his phallus and his balls would be large.

“Undress first.” She softly said, trying to have a firm tone in her voice.

I did. And as I swiftly removed my trunks, my freed cock bounced up against my six-pack.

“Oh!” she sighed. What a big cock… was all she could think, her pussy getting wetter by the second.

He won’t know it is not his, her body whispered, that he was too drunk to perform, and he won’t remember “that special night" if you tell him that. He will believe you. You will have a beautiful baby from this stud, and your husband will take care of it.

Savannah still hesitated, but her resistance was quickly fading away.

The neighbors will know. She tried, as a last argument, to resist getting that hot throbbing cock deep inside her.

Then you will fuck your neighbor too, and he will keep his mouth shut.

Or maybe you get your second baby from your neighbor… He is good-looking after all. And you have been lusting after him all this time, don’t you?

You little slut, pretending to be faithful…

She moaned, telling me she gave up. With two fingers, she spread her swollen labia and opened her wet pussy for me, at the same time placing a pillow under her butt to ensure a deep, safe storing of my cum.

I crawled between her legs and saw the glistening wet pussy. There was no need for foreplay, and I was right. After having placed my red, angry mushroom half inside her protruding lips, I was able to shove my cock in one hard push all the way inside her, hitting the deepest part of her womb, where the little entrance to her cervix was waiting for my sperm.

Savannah's arousal had made her cunt extremely wet, and as I started fucking her in a steady rhythm, I heard the sloshing of her cunt, drops of her juices squirting on the cheap mattress. She quickly answered my shoves by raising her cunt each time I thrust, our bodies moving as one. My cock was sliding inside her tunnel effortlessly, hitting the back of her womb with each shove. I lifted her legs on my shoulders to get the best possible, deep penetration.

Savannah was close now; I could hear her ragged breathing as her brain had completely switched off, her body taking over. Her body knew all along what it wanted from me, grasping hard on my burning hot rod with her cunt walls, trying to milk me, trying to get me as deep as possible. I sped up my fucking, almost ramming her wide-open cunt, my fat cock rubbing crazily fast on that swollen clit of hers.

Finally, I felt her body stiffen up on me, and she screamed as a massive orgasm shredded her cunt. Her breeding tunnel was like a clench on my thrusting cock, and my balls joined her as I started pumping her full with my hot seed. Holding still, my cock kept inseminating her cheating womb. As I finished, having dumped six waves of hot cum inside her, I gently lowered her legs and lay beside her, well spent.

“I needed that,” she whispered. "You were right.”

…

Some of these babes were real sluts and welcomed that big hard cock of mine eagerly, as soon as they saw it, quickly spreading their pussies for me. Some were a bit ****, saying things like “I am engaged" or “I am married," but at the end, they all loved a good pussy bashing. “Like a movie adventure," one told me once as she was recovering from our mating. Normally I would remove the chain latest by day three. But that was in the very beginning.

Did I say breeding? Of course I did. They had no access to the pill anymore, and as we all know, the birth control pill stops working and leaves the system within 2 days of taking the last pill. Fertility typically returns quickly, often within a few days to a month. So, I simply had to have that new little snatch around for two months, and Nature would do the rest.

Some of them wanted to keep the chain on. They loved that “feeling like a dog," as they told me, as if they missed out on BDSM back home. For me it was an extra kink, fucking those pregnant sluts on all fours, chained by their necks. The best was after six or seven months, when their swollen bellies would touch the sheets as I was fucking them hard from behind, their tits sometimes leaking the first milk drops.

Those women usually stayed voluntarily with me for eight months, sometimes almost nine, until their baby bulges started telling them they had to decide soon. They had to decide if their kid should grow up in the jungle or in the modern world. The choice was always the latter. That was OK with me. I would organize the trip to bring them back to "civilization" and deliver them to the nearest embassy. always providing them with enough cash, and wishing them well.

But since I placed an order every three or four months with Kgosi, my place was a bit crowded, each time having more newcomers than pregnant leavers. But there were no construction laws in the jungle, so you could simply build two or three new bedrooms, adding them to the existing house, without having to ask for a permit. Of course, each girl had her own bedroom.

Any new girl was welcomed by the other pregnant girls, the bulging girls explaining to her in a soothing way that she would be bred by me and that it was her destiny to make new life. They still chained her on the first day, because, like I said, some really liked it.

…

I went into town to get supplies. It was already late, and the street was deserted. Just as I was about to finish loading the last supplies onto my jeep, I saw a beautiful redheaded woman with large breasts in a short skirt walking through the main tourist street. As she continued walking towards me, I could get a better look at her: great hair, big tits, and a big butt—a true woman. Africans love women with big hips; it is a sign of fertility. Kgosi knew about the existence of redheads, but he had never seen one. This was the perfect gift for Kgosi, as he was a man who preferred women with large breasts. I looked left and right; the coast was clear. I waited until she walked past my jeep, then suddenly grabbed her from behind and quickly tied her arms and legs to the metal bar at the back of the jeep's roof. Inserting an apple I just bought in her mouth and taping it in place, she now could only utter mumbled noises.

As she was standing in the back of the jeep, slightly hanging chained from the metal bar, I had a chance to inspect my catch, to see if it would be a worthy gift. She had wide hips and massive tits, just as Kgosi would want his next wife to be. Good for childbearing.

She had nice, soft, subtle skin, well-maintained over the years. She must have been in her mid-thirties, her breasts bigger than her ass. I pulled down her blouse over those magnificent, big breasts and kneaded them with my callused hands. The soft mammalian tissue made my cock get rock-hard.

Even if she were tied up, her hard, erect nipples spoke a different language, the language of arousal. I left those big tits hanging out of her blouse and lowered my hand in between her legs, slowly gliding over the soft skin of her legs all the way up to her snatch.

Her wetness welcomed me, and if she hadn’t been a gift, I would have fucked her right there, in the back of my jeep. This woman was ripe for fucking, and she knew it. Once she would have adjusted to the long cock of Kgosi, she might even become his wife. I kept fingering her, and she moaned, taking a naturally wider stance, offering me wide-open access to her baby tunnel.

I had to stop here; this bitch in heat was not meant for me. With the utmost effort, I pulled my three fingers out of her dripping-wet cunt and explained to her I had to stop because she was a gift to a very important person. I lowered her skirt again and pulled up the blouse. I quickly sat behind the wheel before I would fuck her brains out.

Roughly two hours later I arrived at the village, and I asked her what her name was as I undid the ceiling knots.

"Ember."

I explained to Ember what was about to happen to her, but that he was a good man and he would always take care of her. I saw her nipples get hard again, right through the thin fabric of her blouse.

I think we have a winner here. I thought.

Kgosi was a bit surprised seeing me there without having discussed it, but his eyes quickly roamed over Ember's body. His eyes went big as he saw, for the first time in his life, a true redhead. He quickly approached her but didn’t forget his manners.

"Kgosi," he said.

“Ember.” She replied, her instinct knowing Kgosi would be his name.

He touched her red hair and inspected it closely. It was real, red hair.

I explained with my hands that she was for him, a small gift from me, as gratitude for everything he had done for me. “Kea leboga!” I said, smiling at him.

He gave me the biggest smile ever. He then frowned upon the tied-up hands and looked at me.

“Ember, will you behave and be a good wife?” I asked her.

She nodded, smiling at Kgosi.

“Ember, you are in good hands now. I will sometimes visit you and your new family and check on you. If any medicine is needed, Kgosi knows where my place is.”

Ember gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and stepped closer to Kgosi, showing him where she belonged.

…

Akiko (my Asian order) quickly understood the playground rules, as they were being explained by two very pregnant girls of mine. Akiko looked at those massive, 8-month-swollen bellies and smiled, caressing them. She wondered how big she would get from my seed. Just as they were done explaining, I walked into the bedroom of Akiko, completely naked, my angry phallus ready for her.

The bitch looked fantastic! I hadn’t seen her yet, because Kgosi's men would always bring a new cunt directly to the initiation room, where we had wall mounts to chain those new girls. She had long brown hair matching her brown eyes, an opulent hourglass figure, and I guessed her tits were a 75E (34D), and her ass was the same size as those magnificent boobs. Adding those full red lips, the package was very, very nice! For the first time, I thought this might be my first wife-to-be.

The moment she saw me, she automatically started undressing, having that resigned look on her face showing her quiet acceptance of the inevitable situation of getting fucked anyway. Calmly, she unbuttoned the eight buttons of her long-sleeved top, those beautiful big breasts slowly appearing in front of me.

To be continued.