"I bet you cannot prove that I am pregnant."

After filling Beate’s unprotected pussy twice with my babymakers, I lifted her up with one arm behind her back and the other one under her knees and gently laid her down on the hotel´s bed, covering her with some bed sheets. Her breasts were covered with a shiny layer of fuck sweat, and she had a loving look in her eyes towards me. Women know by instinct when they get knocked up and automatically show a high affection towards their alpha breeder.

I left the business card from that Russian woman on the nightstand and crawled under the sheets next to Beate's warm, naked body. That is the best part I believe, when a young, sweaty, female body, smelling of sex and your cum, radiates that warm afterglow against your own naked body. As she cuddled against me, showing me her affection, she asked me, “How dangerous is it?”

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“Using no protection.” She replied.

“Very, I guess.” I answered honestly, not knowing when her ovulation cycle had started.

“I bet you cannot prove that I am pregnant.” She whispered softly, adding, “We still have two hours..." giving me a very sexy look...

I smiled. My cock couldn't even stir, and she wanted more. “Give me half an hour.”

“Can you get hard again in thirty minutes?” She asked, admiringly, as her hand caressed my chest hairs.

“With you, yes.”

“Nice.” She simply said, in that dry Scandinavian way, as she kept caressing my chest.

I must have dozed off, but Beate had no troubles waking me up. As she noticed I was asleep, she first inspected my body and removed the sheet that was covering me. She liked the muscle curves of my shoulders connecting to my arms, but her hand quickly traveled south, over my stomach towards my flaccid cock. She ran a fingernail from the base all the way up to the swollen mushroom and then back again. Her hands touched the spent balls and were amazed by the heat they were emanating.

My big baby factories, she thought. Would she keep the baby if she were pregnant?

She didn’t have an answer for that. All she knew was that she wanted to use the moment and make love. She could feel how much her pussy had loved the workout. Slightly raw and oversensitive, but in a very, very nice way.

She had to be patient; fifteen more minutes until the half hour was over. She smiled; she was behaving like a girl wanting a candy and not getting it. She cupped the large balls with one hand and lifted them, surprised by their size and weight. My Dutch bull, she thought. Maybe he did give her a souvenir.

Beate stood up and went into the bathroom. She used the shower head to wash herself down there and scooped up a small rope of cum off her leg. As she held it in front of her face, her tongue dabbed at it, trying to figure out its taste. Salty. But in a nice way. Such a small rope of seed held life. She admired it, gave it a kiss, and rinsed it off her hand. Should she shave her triangle a little bit?

Yes, she would, and grabbed one of the disposable razors and carefully started trimming her bush. She knew that some girls shaved completely, but that was not her thing. Or should she simply do new things? She did and shaved her young slit completely. Once her pussy was ready for action again, she shaved her armpits a little bit and threw the razor away. Beate walked into the bedroom again and found her bag, grabbing the deo and applying it. Next was a bit of perfume. She went back into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. She looked into the mirror at the wall clock. 40 minutes had passed. Time to wake up, her vacation flirt!

Beate looked at my dormant cock and kneeled right next to it on the bed. She took it gently in her hand and gave the red head a couple of investigative licks. Same salty taste, but very close to its origin. She took the head in her warm mouth, softly sucking on it. It twitched. And slowly it started to get hard. She quickly looked at me, but I was still sleeping. She smiled, finding it funny my cock had a different life than my brain. She took the cock's head in her young mouth again, and her tongue played with it. It twitched again. As she looked at it, she saw that my cock was ready. Time to wake him up.

She gently stroked his shoulders and gave him a soft kiss. He woke up quickly and realized he had a rock-hard cock. He grinned at her, knowing she was to blame.

“I have a little wet surprise for you," Beate whispered. “Would you like to probe it a little bit?” I looked at her, and she quickly lay on her back, spreading her legs wide with both her arms. I could see from here that she was already wet from anticipation. I simply turned around and moved on my knees in between her sexy legs.

“Did you shave?”

“For you. Our last time.”

I smiled, crawled up high in between her legs, and forgot all about foreplay. I could see she was dripping wet, but just to make sure, I tested the waters with my index finger. Sopping wet. I grabbed my cock but then changed my mind.

“Do you want my baby?” I asked her.

“Yes, please.”

“Put it in.” I said to Beate.

Her small hand quickly found my hard cock and guided the tip towards her waiting pussy. As soon as the head was in between her labia, I pushed slowly, her small hand still guiding the penetration. She sighed as the cock head split her lips wide and automatically spread her legs even wider, giving me the best possible access to her unprotected womb. My cock sank into her effortlessly, her lubrication helping all the way, until I hit her cervix. Beate let out a soft moan as the tip hit her deepest part.

She was ready for me. I started a slow fucking rhythm, making sure my red helmet would touch her clit each time. Beate grabbed my waist with both hands, making sure I would properly fuck her. With her nails, she played with me, sometimes leaving traces on my back or softly caressing my six-pack as I was fucking her.

As soon as her small hand found my slapping balls, I was lost. They quickly contracted, preparing to pump my hot cum once more in that very fertile womb. Beate felt it and moaned from arousal, as she was now making sure she was truly getting knocked up. My first shot of hot cum reached her cervix easily, and five more shots followed, making sure she would soon carry. Beate spasmed, feeling my hot seed in her womb, and orgasmed quickly after me, crying my name.

I pulled out and crashed beside her, placing one hand on her used pussy, something about posing her most intimately, or making sure my cum is protected.

After roughly twenty minutes, Beate simply said, “I have to go.” And started putting on her clothes. I did the same and organized a cab for her.

We said goodbye, and as she got into the cab, I saw her smile, as she rubbed her tummy. The cab drove away, and she didn’t look back. I turned around and walked home.

…

11 years later, as I looked her up on Google, I found several pictures of her, and in one photo, I saw her together with her teen son at a soccer match.

The end.