A night of breeding and dIebauchery.

Turning the box over in your hand, you stared at the pills. What few shreds you retained of your conscience were screaming at you to don't do it.

Closing your eyes, imagining a nude Bailey on all fours. You could see her lapping the pills up from your hand, damning herself to being a teen breeder for you. Gripping the bottles tight, you put them in your pocket before driving home.

Arriving at the house, you head inside and see Sunyi puttering around in the kitchen. You check in with her, seeing how she's doing. And she tells you that after thinking about what you ordered her to do. She decided that if need be, she would shoot her husband.

Reaching out, you squeeze her shoulders, telling her, "Your and Lily's well-being are far more important than your husband." You then tell her you are meeting an old friend for a late dinner tonight. Grabbing a soda, you head into your room to kill some time.

Around 8 o'clock you hopped into the shower to get ready. You took greater care than usual cleaning yourself as you mentally prepared yourself. Getting out of the shower, you pad into your bedroom and put on a maroon-colored polo and some cream-colored slacks. Grabbing your wallet and phone, you head into the living room. Where Lili was relaxing on the couch and was watching Supernatural.

Seeing you, she hopped and strode over, hugging you. "Whichever one of us you're with tonight, knock her up, Daddy."

Your smile was feral as you promised the teen, "Don't worry, Lili, I'll leave her dripping."

Leaving for the night, you got into your car. Under the glare of the interior light, you open up the glove compartment, extracting the pill bottles. Cracking open the Cialis, you wanted to give it some time to get into your bloodstream. You then take out one of each fertility pill before sticking them in your shirt pocket.

Returning the bottles to the glove box, you turn the starter. The engine roars to life, and Bad Medicine is playing on the radio. Reaching over, you thumb it off, plunging the car into silence. Putting the car into reverse, you say out loud, "Well, Jason, time to see if Bailey is there or not."

Being only three blocks from the park. The drive went quickly. You turn off the main road onto the side road before coming to the turn-in for the park. Making the turn into the parking lot. You drive to the same parking place where you fucked Lili on the hood of the car. Pulling into the spot, you smile as your headlights illuminated Bailey nervously perched at one of the picnic tables.

Stepping out of the car, you call out, "Good, you're waiting for me."

Bailey stood up, which dragged the skirt up. You saw her move to lower it and called out, "Don't pull it down; walk halfway to me and do a slow spin."

"Yes, Mr. Clarkson..." she replied.

Sternly correcting her, you say, "From now on when we're like this, I'm Daddy or sir."

She took a deep breath before testing out, "Yes, Daddy."

You don't know where Bailey got the outfit, but it looked to be, at the minimum, two sizes too small. The white office shirt was so tight you could see the button visibly straining. At the halfway point, as ordered, Bailey did a careful spin on the black 4-inch heels she was wearing. You licked your lips as you took in her ass, which, in the too-small skirt, was peeking out at you.

Finishing her spin, you see Bailey's eyes grow large as she sees the visible hunger in your eyes. Motioning to the passenger seat, you say, "Hop in; we have a ways to go."

Getting back in, you watch her gingerly make her way to the passenger-side door. Opening it, she put her handbaginto the back seat for sliding onto the seat. Shutting the door, the lights turn off, plunging the two of you into darkness. Bailey's breathing was heavy as you leaned in close, whispering, "Are you ready, Bailey?"

"Ready for what, Daddy?" She whispered, and you could hear the fear and something more primitive in her tone.

Your laughter was low and rough. "Why learn why Conseula was eager to take me bareback on her front porch?"

She looked like she wanted to say something, but instead she looked out onto the darkened park. Pulling out, you make your way back to the main road. Taking a left, you went in the direction of the freeway on-ramp.

Pulling up to the stoplight, she looked over at you, asking, "Where are we going?"

"I could say it's a surprise," you tell her, "but why not. We're going to a motel down near the port."

She says nothing more till after you pull onto the on-ramp. Hitting the gas, you merge with the traffic, zipping past a semi.

"Why am I doing this?" Bailey suddenly asked. Not to you, but more to herself. Taking your right hand off the wheel, you reach down, caressing her inner thigh. Bailey gasped, and you felt the muscle tense up under your fingers.

"You're here because you secretly want what I can give you," you murmur. You start to slide your fingers up her thigh, homing in on her pussy. When her hands latch onto yours, holding your hand in place.

You laugh, saying, "What's wrong, Bailey? Scared I'll find that your cunt is already gushing?" Stroking her thigh, you could feel her hands start to tremble as she bit back a whimper. "What are you afraid of, Bailey?" you teased. "Where's the girl who came to class dressed like a lolita?"

Tapping the brakes, you chance a glance at the teen. Her eyes were large saucers. You could see the need in her eyes as she stared at your hand. "One more push," you think to yourself. A tiny moan slips out from her as your fingers do a figure eight along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"Let go of my hand, Bailey," you tempted. "I bet your pussy is already gushing, just begging to be filled."

Her breath hitches as her eyes drift shut. Then you feel her hold on your arm slacken. Your smile was savage as you told her, "Scoot forward and spread your legs, like a good slut."

Glancing over, you see her eyes open, focusing on you, before closing again. Bailey sighed as she followed your order and scooted forward several inches, widening the gap between her legs.

"GNNNNNNEEEEERRRRRR," she moaned as your hand slid up her thigh before sinking your fingers into her weeping snatch. The way her cunt clamped down, in greeting, on your fingers made you want to pull over.

It was hard keeping the car going straight when everything in you wanted to pull over to the side of the road and drill her. Glancing over again, you see that her excuse for a skirt had ridden up far enough that her bare cunt was on full display.

Turning back to the road, you begin thrusting your middle finger in and out of her pussy, imitating what your cock is going to soon give her. Bailey arches her back, moaning like a slut in heat. You hear a loud pop as the top button on her too-tight shirt tears free, ricocheting off the windshield. Bailey moaned as her pale nipples burst into view; the thick nubbins were already hard enough to cut glass.

"Good girl, embrace it, become Daddy's perfect whore, my teen goth breeder."

Perhaps, trying one last time to save herself. She finds her voice weakly whispering, "Daddy, I don't..."

"Don't want what, a baby?" You interject. "You're such a terrible liar, baby girl," you chide, "your pussy is begging for my load." You could feel her body start trembling as it hurtled towards her waiting orgasm.

"Your pussy is gushing; I bet you spent all day watching that video. Drinking in each of Conseula's cries, and listening to her beg for my bastard in her belly." You tease.

"I watched it a dozen times," she shamefully admitted.

You glance over, smiling at the teen. "And I bet you came so hard imagining it was you I had pinned to the wall." You could see your exit coming up and changed lanes.

Bailey gasped wailing, "Noooooooo, please, I need to cum." After you took your fingers out of her cunt. Tapping the brakes, you slow the car, stopping at the light.

You laugh as you reach into your pocket for the fertility pills. Pulling them out, you now covered the pills in Baileys fresh cream. The light turns green, and you make your left onto Harbor Road.

"I'll prove to you baby girl just how much you want me to breed your tight little teen pussy."

She looked at you, her eyes hazy with need, as she croaked, "How?"

You hold up your open hand, your fingers and the pills visibly damp with Baileys dew.

"Take these," you tell her.

She looks at the pills sitting in your palm and asks, "What are they?"

"They're fertility pills," you roughly hiss. "One encourages ovulation, and the other for ovulating multiple eggs."

Glancing at her, you could see the bundle of emotions warring inside of her. After a moment she raised a trembling hand....