Too good to pass up - cum inside her!

Well, let's get this show to its inevitable conclusion, I thought. Releasing her wrists, I slipped my hands under her and gripped her solid ass cheeks. Inez immediately started pushing at my chest, trying to get me up.

“No, no, no, no,” I teased her. “Stop resisting. You just lie there and take my seed.” Her eyes went big at that statement. She acted scared and shook her head, but said nothing and offered not resistance as her arms flopped back down to the pillow. OK, I may not have a domination fetish, but I do have a little impregnation fetish that I don't often get to indulge. To meet a woman who is willing to play along with a **** impregnation scenario – that's pretty wild.

“Oh, yeah, this is happening,” I grunted, nodding my head and thrusting faster and harder into her. “You're going to take my load and let it work its way deep inside you.” I slowed down my thrusts but held them deep to make my point. Inez was silently crying real tears. I loved the way she made her boobs shake as she did so. I imagined her feeding a baby – my baby – with milk from those tits. “You're going to carry my child and raise it for me, just like a good little breeding slut. Is that what you are? My little breeding slut?” She shook her head no, which is exactly what I needed to get me over the edge.

I suddenly stopped thrusting and pulled almost all the way out of her warm tunnel, Inez opened her eyes in surprise and looked at me. Once I had eye contact, I buried myself all the way to the root and released. I watched in rapturous fascination as her eyes widened in realization and then closed in resignation. Pulling back and thrusting a few more times, I filled her with everything I had. When I was finished, I remained inside and on top of her for a while. My breathing slowed, my body relaxed, my cock softened and it eventually slipped out of her. The air felt cold on my tool which was covered in our joint fluids.

Finally, I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. “I hope that's what you wanted,” I said. “I didn't realize it was a whole fetish hook-up thing when I used the app,”I explained, “so this is all new to me, but I'm willing to keep trying. This was a blast.”

Inez hadn't seemed to recover yet and remained silent, her eyes closed.

“Seriously,” I said, “is this at all what you wanted? You can tell me.”

“No!” she shouted. “I told you! I didn't want to do this! The app – the fucking dating app – it forces me to do everything you tell me to. You have to understand me. Please!”

I rolled my feet out of the bed and stood up. “What, like magic?” I scoffed. “Get the fuck out of here. You were totally into it just now. I'm sorry if I'm not the perfect master, but give me a break. You could have left at any time.”

While I was arguing, she was already on her was towards the door, apparently taking Get the fuck out of here as an order. She had grabbed her clothes on her way out but hadn't bothered to put them on. She walked out of the apartment buck naked, my cum still running out of her and down her thigh. I looked out the peephole to see if she had some exhibitionist kink on top of it all, but she was frantically putting her clothes on right there outside my door. All the while, she was in tears.

What a messed up woman! I thought.

After I ensured that she had left, I took a quick shower, then pulled up the app on my phone. I wondered if all the women I had matched with (about 11 at this point) were like Inez – insanely committed to the role – or if there were varying levels of kink. I determined to meet up with another one and find out.