This is a news report of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real number life, use a prophylactic, damnit ! Unwanted babies, HIV and all kind of less intimate diseases await the idiot who `` souse his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Shooting Blanks : PlentyOfCupid ( MF, con game, viva, impreg, secure )

by Krosis of the Collective

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Author 's Note : This may or may not be based on a genuine story that may or may not make been emailed to me.

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I sat on the toilet, trying to get his cum out of me. How could I let this happen ? I was going to get meaning !

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A couple of calendar month previous ...

I finished my visibility on PlentyOfCupid and reviewed it : female, 35 long time old, of average physique, brunette, no Kid, does n't smoke, looking for a short- or long-term relationship with a 30-40 year old male. spare-time activity : camping, plug-in games, movies.

God, I hated trying to sum myself up with a page of words. It was like writing up a sketch to apply for a job, but at least virtually bad line did n't follow you home base, nor did they work you down based on your looks. Well, at least in my transmission line of work ( veterinary assistant ).

I saved the pageboy and started perusing compatible profiles. Too curtly ... has fry ... too pretty ( yes, that 's a thing ) ... this one is ... what the fuck ? The guy 's visibility photo was a exposure of a cuckoo that had been disemboweled. Ugh.

I shut the computer down and went to bed.

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I woke up in the morning ... alone, of course. My boyfriend of two eld had received a job offer to prompt to Ireland, of all lieu, and did not involve me with him. Four month had passed, and given that I was n't a very social someone I had been ace that stallion sentence and I was getting pretty damn horny !

I checked my electronic mail. There was a message from a guy who wanted to tie me up and baffle a plume up my ass. I considered it for a moment before deleting it. Ugh.

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Over the adjacent few weeks I would go out with the periodic guy who was n't a crawling over the PoC messaging, but we never seemed to hit it off. The substance I received ranged from the crass ( `` Hey baby, wan na suck my putz ? '' ) to actual verse, but by the time I messaged that last one back he had already closed his account. The beneficial single went fast.

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Another week went by and I was getting pretty antsy. After being used to almost daily sex, going frigidness turkey was not gratifying. I had to replace the battery in my vibe every twosome of weeks !

Finally, I spotted `` PaleWriter '', a 39-year-old guy who looked to be in pretty undecomposed cast, was attractive ( but not too attractive ), and was in the next town over, where I worked. Also, no tike !

I stalked his visibility for a bit before deciding to pretend the first move myself. But what to type ? `` Hey, wan na fuck ? '' My nethers said yes but my psyche said no. `` What 's your best-loved movie ? '' Lame.

Finally, I just quickly typed, `` Great smile '' and hit Send. I instantly regretted that. What the the pits was I thinking ? Great grin ? Ugh.

The thing about online geological dating is that you do n't have sex when someone will get back to you. Some the great unwashed check their message a lot, and some not so often. I kept the site up on the screen and went and fixed myself some dinner.

After eating I found that the guy had replied ! `` Thanks ! '' he said, `` I like your smile too. Where was that picture taken ? ``

My main pic was a selfie from when I had visited Europe. I had really enjoyed myself while I was there so it was a actual grin and that pic was my preferred. I replied with the details, asking some more about him.

Over the next match of days we exchanged a 12 message. He was n't often of a camping bus but he did like card games, and who does n't like movies ? He had no pets but he did like African tea, and I had a cat !

It was n't have a go at it at start hatful, but it looked hopeful. I suggested we meet at a local coffee shop the following day. Ladies, always meet an Internet appointment for the first clip in a public piazza !

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I recognized him as he pulled into the parking lot driving a blue air Dodge Caliber. As he got out of his car I called to him and he paused as his middle took in all of me.

He was taller than I thought he 'd be, and almost certainly I was shorter than he expected ... I 'd heard that a lot from the men I met online, as my profile pic only showed my expression and shoulders. I did n't lie about having an average human body, but my 5'2 frame made me look ... squatter ? ... than a taller woman with the same measuring. The fact that I had large boobs did n't help.

However, his font lit up with that great smiling and he called my gens in greeting. We went into the coffee shop and chatted for a bit.

Again, we did n't hit it off famously, but it was n't bad either. After a bit he suggested going for a walk around a local parking lot and I agreed. I felt pretty well-fixed with him by that point, so I took a chance.

We chatted some more on the walk. He had a good sense of humour, though corny. We liked some of the like movie, and we suggested some of our favorites to each other.

Soon we were back at our cars. I had n't felt `` the spark '' with him so I said dear Night. He looked disappointed but took it graciously.

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Another week went by and the pick were slim. Too far away ... bald ... five dogs ? ! Ugh.

Finally, I dropped PaleWriter a telephone line. Would he like to go to a movie ?

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We watched an action thriller but he did n't try to put his arm around my shoulders or cop a feel in the dismal theater. We chatted for a bit and once he dropped me off at my car I said goodnight and headed plate. Another acceptably particular date ; not bad, but not honest either.

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Another week of disappointments ( including a guy who looked absolutely nothing like his visibility pic coming together me for coffee bean and proceeding to disregard me while texting ) left me extremely frustrated. I messaged PaleWriter again. Dinner at my place ?

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matter went better this clip. He loved my lasagna and my kitty tiger liked him. We played some gin rummy and watched some TV, but still no Spark. I had decided that after the show ended I would ask him to go home and then I would go to bed, alone once again.

Then I saw it : a dark movement along the baseboards near the TV. A mouse ! Where was Panthera tigris ? Nowhere to be seen, of course.

PaleWriter had n't seen the computer mouse yet, but had turned toward me when I stiffened. He followed my gaze and ...

... and the black eye charged ! Or at least it headed in our general direction. I screamed, `` Eee ! ``

PaleWriter was up in a fanfare, grabbing the candy tin from the side table, upturning it so its contents fell onto the level, and slamming the container over top of the rodent. It was trapped !

'' Do you experience something flavourless that wo n't bend ? '' he asked. After a few minute I could move again and grabbed my cutting board from the kitchen. He carefully tipped the tin a little, slipped the cutting board under the svelte gap, and then slid it forward until the lip of the upside down tin was fully covered by the board. He then lifted the hale matter up ( making me go `` Eee '' again ) and took it over to the bet on door. I opened it up and he went outside.

I closed the doorway behind him and watched through the window. He twisted and then spun around, tilting the top of the tin toward him as he did and sending the black eye flying out of my yard with centrifugal force !

When he got back in the house I jumped him.

PaleWriter was definitely a lot better in bed than at dates. He went down on me, juicing me up nicely before he slid a safe onto his nice 7 '' prick and fucked me silly with it. I did n't cum -- I usually do n't, requiring a lot of clitoric stimulation -- but it felt good.

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After that he came over pretty often every day and we fucked every time. After a few mean solar day he mentioned that he had had a vasectomy so we really did n't need to use prophylactic, but he understood that I did n't know him that well so he 'd persist in to use them for as long as I wanted. I appreciated that.

I let him do it that we were n't really a dependable couple but we could hold fun for a while. He seemed okay with that ... what guy would n't ?

He never tried to put his stopcock in me without a condom on, not even a piddling. This really helped me to trust him. After a few workweek when I visited his spot he pointed me to a spell of theme on the living room table.

'' It 's from my doctor, '' he said.

My blood ran cold as I thought about what it could say : `` genital wart ? HIV positive ? '' I picked up the newspaper and read it. `` Lab result : Complete evacuation. '' What ?

'' It 's my sperm mental test from a few week after my vasectomy. Thought you would want to see it, '' he said.

reliever washed over me. What an idiot this guy was ! What did he imagine I was going to think when he told me he had a doctor 's greenback ? Men.

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Despite the lab news report we continued to use condoms. By this point we had been seeing each early for a couple of months.

One night we went to bed together and I was feeling friskier than usual. As he reached for a condom packet I climbed astride his hips and rubbed my pussy lips on the tip of his bare hard cock.

He looked surprised at this, lying there while holding the rubber packet. I managed to get the head of his turncock between my pussy lips. I was quite wet that Nox !

'' Um, '' he said, `` condom ? ``

In result I pushed my physical structure back harder at his turncock. half of it slipped up inside me. Being almost phobic about getting pregnant, I had never actually had sex without a condom before. It felt honorable ! I could actually find the warmth of his penis inside me.

He dropped the condom onto the bed next to us and put his workforce on my hips. His center were filled with lust, and it only spurred me on. I raised my hips a bit to get the ripe angle and then slid all the way down, burying his pecker deep inside me. Again I felt the strange, wonderful lovingness of his skin caressing my insides, the sensation no longer deadened by a rubber sheathe.

I moved on top of him, feeling his cock coast in and out as I humped this sexy man. I could n't conceive I had never tried unprotected sex before, not even during my geological period when it was safest. I had been missing out ! It felt so trade good !

His helping hand moved to my pinhead, his finger lightly pinching my mammilla. He was pretty unspoiled with his hands. I increased my tempo.

'' I 'm getting close, '' he warned me.

I felt my nipples harden under his finger's breadth when I heard that. I continued to bounce.

His eyes roamed my soundbox as I rode him. This was so fucking hot !

'' I 'm gon na cum. ``

Bless him ! Even now, right when well-nigh men would n't give care, he was warning me so I could slip off and put the condom on him.

I trusted him, and I was really have a go at it horny. I got my face close to his and skid up and down on his cock even faster. I could finger his shaft start to tumefy inside me.

'' I 'm ... cumming ! '' he called out, and I pressed my lips to his, kissing him passionately as I felt his stopcock throbbing deep inside me.

A warm, wet sensation filled me where I had never felt anything like it before. In my mind 's eye I saw his hard dick spurting hot, white semen cryptic inside me. At that thought I came, hard.

'' U-uhhhh ! '' I gasped into his mouth. My rose hip pressed down, my ripe, ready body trying to get his turncock as far inside me as possible as his cum flooded my depths.

I heard him grunt and his prick throbbed bass inside me again and again. I continued to cum, my physical structure urging the warm substance deeper inside my unplumbed reproductive system.

Finally we both stopped cumming and I collapsed onto his dresser, gasping.

After a couple of arcminute my mind started to work again, and then I realized what I had just done, and why I had been so corneous, so decrepit minded as to chance having unprotected sex. I was ovulating ! Also, being in my mid-30 's, my consistence 's biological clock was ticking very loudly, and I had n't been able to tune it out this time.

I pulled off of his prick and rushed out of the room, heading for the toilet. I sat on the toilet, trying to get his cum out of me. How could I let this pass ? I was going to get pregnant !

After a while I could n't get any more than of his cum out of me and I had calmed down enough so that I could return to bed. He was already asleep. Typical.

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The next day I told him how disturbed I had been that I was going to get pregnant. He just gave me a wry smile and reminded me that there was no way that could happen because he was shooting blanks, but if I was uncomfortable or unsure then we 'd keep using condoms.

What a not bad guy !

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The following night I practically tore his clothes off instead of watching TV on the couch.

He pulled my jeans and scanty off and asked if I wanted him to grab a condom. I was still ovulating, and combining that, my ticking biological clock, and my renewed trust in him, I said no.

He was all make to go, easily sliding his hard, unprotected dick into my fertile wet pussy once more. I again marveled at the feeling of skin on skin as his fantastic hot cock filled me up.

This time was a warm, hard nookie on the living room floor. He rammed into me again and again, riotous and faster. I could feel an orgasm rising from late within me, just needing one thing to set it free ...

He grunted, thrusting his cock hard and holding it as deep as possible inside me as he came. As I felt his hot cum splash into the substance of my being I cried out, my trunk shaking in sexual climax, which was amazing because normally I needed to play with my clitoris to cum. But prior to the late night I had never had a man cum inside me unprotected. It was wonderful !

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We never used a condom again. We would get it on practically every night, and every time he left his cum soaking rich inside me.

When my period of time arrived I was relieved. Even with the trust I had placed in my `` fuck pal '' there was a lowly part of me that was afraid that I was being played. With the arrival of `` auntie Flo '' all my remaining doubtfulness disappeared.

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Over the next month we continued to fuck like rabbits. I rode him in his bed one weekend afternoon and he fucked me from behind when we had a shower to make clean up afterwards. For an older guy he had some stamen !

Weekdays, weekends, even Halloween. He fucked me against a wall, lifting my witch costume 's wench and sliding his hard stopcock into me again and again until we both came.

I orgasmed pretty much every time he shot his material into me. My consistence loved the feeling of that warm inwardness recondite interior, some base instinct tricked into thinking it was getting the stuff that makes babies even though my brain knew that was n't what was happening. At some sensual degree we were n't conscious of, our bodies were trying to make a child together.

When I started to ovulate again I suggested we spend the entire weekend in bed. He must take in filled me with his cum a dozen times over that weekend, and I orgasmed severely every time.

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'' The grass is always greener on the other slope, '' they say, and I still considered PaleWriter and myself to not be a good match. The sex was peachy, but that 's not all that makes a relationship, you know ?

I had kept my PoC score open, and about a week later I had been contacted by a rather handsome fellow. I informed PaleWriter that I was breaking things off with him, and reminded him that we had agreed that it was only impermanent. He understood and did n't fence or anything. What a nice guy ! If it did n't work out with this new fella I 'd take PaleWriter back.

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My next menstruation was late but I did n't really think there was an issue until another duad of workweek had passed. I bought a gestation tryout and it confirmed that I had been knocked up ! I had n't had sex with the new guy yet so it had to possess been PaleWriter !

I texted him and he replied saying he was out of town but there was no way I could be pregnant from him. I told him it had to be his and he said he 'd text me when he got back in a few days.

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Five day passed with no contact from PaleWriter. I called him but it said his phone number was out of service ? ! I had a bad feeling.

I jumped in the car and rushed over to his place. indisputable enough, his townhouse had a For Rent signaling in presence of it. I called the possessor of the seat but they said they could n't say me where PaleWriter had gone because he had n't even narrate them !

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I never found him. I 'm sitting here now, Tiger lying across my growing belly, purring. I 'm pro-choice but I would never have an abortion myself.

35 and pregnant, and after the gestation leave I 'll accept to quit my job to take care of the babe. Fucking shit !

Ladies, do n't just believe men when they say they 've had a vasectomy. Apparently it 's really leisurely to fake a medical examination report, and the joy of fucking unprotected just is n't Worth the consequences.

It had been really hot, though ...