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From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} An Author's Fantasy (MC, Fdom, humor, preg)
Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 08:10:08 -0400
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An Author's Fantasy
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@hooyahooya.com
MC,Fdome, humor, preg
Point of View: Third Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
Summary: Homer writes about the kind of reader he's
always hoped to "have."
First Posted 8/14/02
Last Edited 8/14/02

An Author's Fantasy (MC, Fdom, preg)
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman
in a very short maternity dress approaches a short,
dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica
bookstore.  "My God!  I can't believe it," she
exclaims.  "You must be ... you are ... Homer Vargas!"

"What a clever surmise.  How did you guess?"

"You look just like him."

"Hmm, so I've been told."

"You see THIS?" the woman asks, pointing to her large
belly.

"Is my name Homer Vargas?"

"YOU are the cause of this!"

"Madam, I do not even know you, never mind never
having known you."

"No, I mean it was your stories!  One night after
fucking my boyfriend into a coma, I was still horny. 
Surfing the net I came across your site and started
reading 'A Cop Too Far.'  Holy shit!  The way they
used hormones, and sex toys, and girl/girl sex, and
hypnosis, to turn that cop woman's mind to mush and
get her pregnant with the druglord's baby!  That was
sooo HOT.  And then "The Examination," my God! 
Thinking about that hotshot lawyer seduced by the
black nurse and then programmed by the doctor to be a
fucktoy for her boss until he got her knocked up.  My
hand was in my pussy the whole time.  I made a real
mess of my panties and skirt, I'll tell you."

"It's always a joy for an author of erotic literature
to find that his efforts are appreciated."

"Appreciated?  Hell, when I finished "Bred," where
that frustrated husband, and his brother, and the
brother's ever-pregnant wife turn that snooty career
woman into a stay-at home baby maker, I was so wound
up I raced back to the bedroom and fucked my boyfriend
three more times."

"Well, I guess that's what you get for reading
pornography," the man replies a little testily,
nodding at her bulge. "Accidents do happen."

"Accidents?" she snorts.  "This," she cradles her
belly proudly, "was no accident.  I was on the pill at
the time and had no more interest in having babies,
BEFORE I started reading your stories, than my lover
did.  Maybe he didn't know how horny pregnant women
get, or how much we like to fuck the guy who has
knocked us up, or how much men enjoy eating pregnant
pussy."

"I see HE hadn't read any Homer Vargas stories."

"No, and he'd have freaked to know I was reading that
kind of 'trash.'  He was so conservative; he would
never do me anyway but 'lights-out missionary.'  I
only put up with that because he was intelligent,
handsome as sin, had a monster cock, and could make me
come more times flat of my back during a quick
slam-bam than most men could with a good half-hour
doggy fuck.  He was one of the best of the eighteen to
twenty-five year old studs I'd been bedding and
dumping for years, enjoying my money and my freedom,
always careful NOT to get pregnant.  Maybe your
stories just set off the alarm on my biological clock,
but after that night, I was obsessed with having this
guy's babies."

"He must have been flattered."

"It scared the shit out of him.  He might have dumped
ME, except, well," she smirks, "I'm not bad looking
and I'm a hell of a good lay."

The brown man appraises her curly red hair and green
eyes and nods.  "So?"

"That's where your other stories came in handy."

"You mean the (MC, Fdom, preg) ones?"

"Exactly.  I read them all for tips on how sexy older
women get handsome young hunks to knock them up.  I
considered trickery, like the woman in "Principles,"
sabotaging the condoms or just getting him to do me
bareback at the 'wrong' time.  But I rejected that, as
it would really put him off and I didn't want just one
baby from this Adonis.  I had plans for him to keep me
pregnant for years.  I loved the raw power of "Sabah"
and knew how I'd use her psychic powers, IF I had
them.  Too bad I didn't have an organization like that
of "The WOPI Chronicles" to kidnap him and hold him
prisoner while I slowly conditioned him to be my stud
toy.  Or he couldn't be transformed into a horny,
docile plaything like the men in "A New Infection." 
The chair in my computer room was caked with girl
juice from all the times I got off searching through
those stories."

"You looked to erotic for practical advice?  Surely,
madam, you must realize..."

"Yeah those were all just hokey.  Hot as shit, but
hokey.  So I decided to use hypnosis."

"Hypnosis?  But Vargas stories hardly ever have
elaborate hypnosis induction scenes and besides..."

"I know.  All that 'Look into my eyes' and 'watch the
pretty pendant' is malarkey, too.  But I knew there
were drugs that make a person very open to suggestion,
like Maria used in "Dawn and Ken and Maria and David."
 And I figured if I rewarded him for each new thought
I put in his head, they were more likely to stick."

"Makes sense."

"So I put a little something extra in his wine one
crucial Friday when he came over.  When he got that
dumb smile on his face, I told him to forget about the
theatre; I wanted to cuddle a while.  He let me lead
him to the couch, but I had more than a cuddle in
mind.  I whispered in his ear how much he loved my
tits and soon I had him working on them with his mouth
and hands with more enthusiasm that he'd ever shown
before.  Even as he pawed me, I was thanking you for
the idea."

"Would Homer Vargas mislead you?"

"Worked like a charm.  Still, getting a guy to feel me
up has never been much of a challenge even without
drugs.  I wanted to test him.  Notwithstanding several
strong hints, I'd never been able to get him to go
down on me.  So as he was kissing my titties like
crazy I whispered to him that I was getting really wet
'down there' and I'd like him to kiss and lick my
pussy.  He seemed to resist a little, so I told him
how good my pussy juice tasted, and how much he loved
to worship my sex, and how much he wanted to make me
come with his mouth.  He sort of moaned and slipped
down onto his knees between my legs.  I flipped up my
skirt - of course I hadn't worn panties - and let the
sight and smell of my steamy cunt finish him off."

"He really...?"

"Like he'd been muff diving since his horny sixth
grade teacher taught him how.  But I was the one
teaching him: 'Faster,' 'There,' Deep, like that," all
the time telling him how much he enjoyed pleasing me. 
Of course as hot as I was, it took only a few minutes
before I popped and gave him a mouthful of pleasured
pussy juice, but he just lapped it up and kept going.

I let him bring me to several orgasms before I told
him I was ready to fuck and had him carry me to my bed
upstairs.  He was sort of on autopilot and shucked his
clothes as I finished stripping.  'You like?' I
teased, striking a sexy pose.  I told him how horny he
was and how hard looking at me made him.  I swear I
could almost see his cock, fully erect before, grow
stiffer.  Then ordered him into bed.

He was reluctant, but I explained how much he loved to
lie back and let me fuck him from on top.  As I
crawled from the foot of the bed toward that
magnificent upthrust cock, I fought the urge to stop
and suck for a while, but this was my fertile week and
I had better uses for his semen.  I poised with my
pussy above his flagpole and again told him how much
he would enjoy letting me ride him, letting me use his
cock to pleasure myself before having him fill me with
his come.  That seemed to remind him of what was going
on and he tried to say something about putting on a
condom.

I smiled down at him and asked him if he really wanted
to put on a tight, uncomfortable condom, which would
only reduce the pleasure he wanted to give me. 
Besides, I thought he was so horny, he couldn't wait
for me to fuck him.  He sort of groaned and nodded.  I
couldn't wait either; I dropped onto him and almost
came again as his prick slide smoothly into my
well-lubricated depths.  I savored the fullness for a
few seconds and then began the ride him toward my
goal.  I kept cooing how good it felt to relax and let
me fuck him.  When I felt his orgasm start to build, I
slowed down to keep him on the edge, just where I
wanted him.

Then I started telling him how much he wanted to come
in me, to fill my pussy with his potent sperm now that
I'd stopped taking the pill, as he'd wanted me to.  I
felt fear shrink his prick just a bit, but I
accelerated the fucking and pressed ahead.  'Of course
you do, sweetie.  You've wanted to knock me up for a
long time.  I'll be sooo sexy with a big belly full of
the bun you put in my oven.  All you'll want is to
fuck my pregnant dripping pussy and to lie in bed with
me in your arms sucking my milky breasts.  And you'll
be so proud when I take you out in public and
everybody looks at me admiringly for getting a
handsome young stud like you to make me pregnant. 
That IS what you want, isn't it honey, to make a baby
in me?  I'm so fertile tonight, so ripe, all you have
to do is ...COME!'

I thrust my pussy down on him hard.  That's all it
took.  He roared and it felt like opening the sluice
gates at the Hoover dam.  I was filled with enough
boiling hot jizz to impregnate every forty-year old
woman in the state and it was all for ME.  The thought
of my eggs drowning in that rich goo triggered my own
orgasm, which I knew was good for conception.  I
scoonched a pillow under my hips to keep the sperm
where it would 'do me the most good' and as we drifted
off to sleep together, his mouth gently sucking on a
nipple, I didn't doubt that in a few months, I'd have
another pair of lips nursing at my breasts.

The next morning he didn't seem to remember anything
about the night.  I teased him a little about getting
so excited he didn't take me out.  He was a little
embarrassed, but I let him know I wasn't upset by
screwing him again right after breakfast.  We didn't
leave the house that weekend and he must have fucked
me seven or eight times, not once mentioning a condom.
 I really knew it had worked on Monday morning when I
woke up with his head between my legs.  I let him be
late for work.

Remember or not, he was doing everything I had told
him.  He stopped objecting to me wearing short, tight
miniskirts and flashy jewelry when we went out
dancing.  (We didn't fuck ALL the time.)  And he loved
to see me in four-inch heels even if it did exaggerate
the difference in our heights.  Everything was better.
 We began every session, and ended many of them, with
his increasingly expert tongue work in my pussy.  He
loved for me to ride him best of all, but he was
willing to give me the heels-to-the-ceiling drillings
and the hard-pounding doggy fucks I love, too.

Not surprisingly I missed my next period and when I
told him he almost cried for joy.  'I've wanted to
knock you up for a long time.  You'll be so sexy with
a big belly full of the bun I put in your oven.  I'm
looking forward to fucking your pregnant dripping
pussy and lying in bed with you in my arms, sucking
your milky breasts.  I'll feel so proud when we go out
in public and everybody looks at you admiringly for
getting me to make you pregnant,' he said with perfect
sincerity. Yes!!"

"So that's the way you got this?"  The brown man
smiles admiring how the short dress is stretched tight
over her tummy.

"This one?  Oh no, I was talking about several years
ago.  Boys," she calls "come here there's someone I
want you to meet."

 From around the corner of the aisle, three smiling men
appear, one large and black, holding a café au lait
infant, an Oriental guy, maybe a grad student, pushing
a pink stroller, and a white man, slightly older than
the others leading twin toddlers with curly red hair.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry?  *I'm* not sorry.  I LOVE being pregnant. 
It's still all I can think about.  These big tits and
my pussy leaking all the time feels so sexy, and it
makes my husbands fuck me so good.  I can afford to
have as many babies as I want.  And you know," she
pauses with a thoughtful gleam in her eye, "I haven't
had a Latino baby yet.  Would YOU like to do me next
time?"

"Can I write a story about how we met?"

The End

Comments please to 
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com


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http://www.eroticstories.com (Thanks, Art)
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/stories.html (Thanks Kristen)

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