This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a oeuvre of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit ! unwanted baby, HIV and all kind of less intimate diseases await the retard who `` dips his wick '' or `` rides the rod '' without protection.

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Shooting Blanks : PlentyOfCupid ( MF, cons, oral, impreg, rubber )

by Krosis of the Collective

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

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I sat on the potty, trying to get his cum out of me. How could I let this pass ? I was going to get pregnant !

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A brace of calendar month previous ...

I finished my profile on PlentyOfCupid and reviewed it : female, 35 long time old, of norm build, brunette, no youngster, does n't smoke, looking for a short- or long-term kinship with a 30-40 class old male. Hobbies : tenting, card game, movies.

God, I hated trying to sum myself up with a pageboy of words. It was like writing up a resume to apply for a job, but at to the lowest degree most bad line did n't follow you family, nor did they turn you down based on your looking at. Well, at least in my personal credit line of piece of work ( veterinary assistant ).

I saved the page and started perusing compatible profiles. Too short ... has kids ... too pretty ( yes, that 's a thing ) ... this one is ... what the piece of ass ? The guy 's visibility picture was a photograph of a goose that had been disemboweled. Ugh.

I shut the computer down and went to bed.

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I woke up in the forenoon ... alone, of course of study. My swain of two years had received a job offer to move to Ireland, of all places, and did not take me with him. Four calendar month had passed, and given that I was n't a very social someone I had been bingle that entire meter and I was getting pretty darn horny !

I checked my e-mail. There was a message from a guy who wanted to tie me up and stay a feather up my ass. I considered it for a moment before deleting it. Ugh.

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Over the succeeding few calendar week I would go out with the casual guy who was n't a creep over the PoC messaging, but we never seemed to hit it off. The messages I received ranged from the crass ( `` Hey child, wan na suck my dick ? '' ) to actual poetry, but by the meter I messaged that finish one back he had already closed his account. The secure ones went fast.

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Another calendar week went by and I was getting pretty antsy. After being used to almost daily sex, going frigidity bomb was not enjoyable. I had to supercede the barrage fire in my vibe every couple of hebdomad !

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

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

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

The thing about online dating is that you do n't recognise when someone will get back to you. Some people check their messages a lot, and some not so much. I kept the land 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 icon 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 real smile and that pic was my favorite. I replied with the details, asking some more about him.

Over the adjacent couple of days we exchanged a dozen messages. He was n't a lot of a camper but he did like scorecard secret plan, and who does n't like picture show ? He had no ducky but he did like cats, and I had a cat !

It was n't love at first off sight, but it looked promising. I suggested we meet at a local coffee shop the next day. peeress, always foregather an internet appointment for the showtime time in a world spot !

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I recognized him as he pulled into the parking lot driving a Amytal contrivance Caliber. As he got out of his car I called to him and he paused as his center 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 find out that a lot from the men I met online, as my visibility pic only showed my face and shoulder. I did n't lie about having an average build, but my 5'2 physique made me look ... squatter ? ... than a taller woman with the same measurement. The fact that I had large titty did n't help.

However, his boldness lit up with that not bad smile and he called my figure 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 park and I agreed. I felt pretty comfortable with him by that full stop, so I took a chance.

We chatted some more on the base on balls. He had a salutary sense of humor, though corny. We liked some of the Saame movies, and we suggested some of our favorites to each other.

Soon we were back at our cars. I had n't felt `` the Dame Muriel Spark '' with him so I said good night. He looked disappointed but took it graciously.

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Another hebdomad went by and the pickings were reduce. Too far away ... bald ... five dogs ? ! Ugh.

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

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We watched an action thriller but he did n't try to put his arm around my shoulder joint or cop a feel in the dark theater. We chatted for a bit and once he dropped me off at my car I said goodnight and headed home. Another so-so appointment ; not bad, but not estimable either.

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Another week of dashing hopes ( including a guy who looked absolutely naught like his profile pic get together me for coffee and proceeding to brush off me while texting ) left me extremely frustrated. I messaged PaleWriter again. dinner party at my place ?

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Things went better this time. He loved my lasagna and my kitty Tiger liked him. We played some gin wino 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 mouse yet, but had turned toward me when I stiffened. He followed my gaze and ...

... and the mouse charged ! Or at least it headed in our worldwide direction. I screamed, `` Eee ! ``

PaleWriter was up in a flash, grabbing the candy tin from the face board, upturning it so its contents fell onto the floor, and slamming the container over top of the rodent. It was trapped !

'' Do you have something apartment that wo n't bend ? '' he asked. After a few moments I could go again and grabbed my cutting gameboard from the kitchen. He carefully tipped the tin a little, slipped the cutting instrument panel under the slight 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 affair 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 spin around, tilting the top of the tin toward him as he did and sending the mouse flying out of my K with motor 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 safety onto his prissy 7 '' dick and fucked me silly with it. I did n't cum -- I usually do n't, requiring a lot of clitoral stimulation -- but it felt good.

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After that he came over pretty much every day and we fucked every time. After a few twenty-four hours he mentioned that he had had a vasectomy so we really did n't need to use safe, but he understood that I did n't screw him that well so he 'd go along to use them for as prospicient as I wanted. I appreciated that.

I let him have it off that we were n't really a in effect mate but we could cause fun for a while. He seemed okay with that ... what guy would n't ?

He never tried to put his peter in me without a prophylactic on, not even a short. This really helped me to bank him. After a few workweek when I visited his billet he pointed me to a piece of paper 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 paper and read it. `` Lab result : make out emptying. '' What ?

'' It 's my sperm examination from a few hebdomad after my vasectomy. intellection you would want to see it, '' he said.

Relief washed over me. What an retard this guy was ! What did he imagine I was going to think when he told me he had a doctor 's bank note ? Men.

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

One night we went to bed together and I was feeling kittenish than common. As he reached for a safety package 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 condom packet. I managed to get the oral sex of his cock between my pussy sassing. I was quite wet that night !

'' Um, '' he said, `` rubber ? ``

In reply I pushed my body back harder at his peter. Half of it slipped up inside me. Being almost phobic about getting fraught, I had never actually had sex without a prophylactic before. It felt good ! I could actually feel the affectionateness of his penis inside me.

He dropped the condom onto the bed next to us and put his hands on my rose hip. His eyes were filled with lust, and it only spurred me on. I raised my pelvis a bit to get the right angle and then slip all the way down, burying his cock oceanic abyss inside me. Again I felt the strange, rattling heat of his skin caressing my interior, the esthesis no longer deadened by a rubber sheathe.

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

His custody moved to my bosom, his fingers lightly pinching my mammilla. He was pretty good with his helping hand. I increased my tempo.

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

I felt my mammilla harden under his finger when I heard that. I continued to bounce.

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

'' I 'm gon na cum. ``

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

I trusted him, and I was really bang horny. I got my boldness close to his and slide up and down on his cock even faster. I could feel his putz showtime to tumesce inside me.

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

A warm, wet whiz filled me where I had never felt anything like it before. In my mind 's eye I saw his hard hammer spurting hot, Elwyn Brooks White semen oceanic abyss inside me. At that persuasion I came, hard.

'' U-uhhhh ! '' I gasped into his oral cavity. My coxa pressed down, my ripe, make organic structure trying to get his hammer as far inside me as possible as his cum flooded my depths.

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

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

After a couple of bit my mind started to shape again, and then I realized what I had just done, and why I had been so hornlike, so weak minded as to prospect having unprotected sex. I was ovulating ! Also, being in my mid-30 's, my body '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 rooster and rushed out of the room, heading for the bathroom. I sat on the gutter, trying to get his cum out of me. How could I let this bump ? I was going to get meaning !

After a piece I could n't get any More 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 side by side day I told him how care I had been that I was going to get pregnant. He just gave me a wry grin and reminded me that there was no way that could happen because he was shooting blanks, but if I was uncomfortable or incertain then we 'd keep using condoms.

What a great guy !

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The next dark I practically tore his clothes off instead of watching TV on the couch.

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

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

This time was a nimble, hard shtup on the keep room trading floor. He rammed into me again and again, quicker and faster. I could feel an orgasm rising from inscrutable within me, just needing one matter to set it relieve ...

He grunted, thrusting his cock hard and holding it as deep as possible inside me as he came. As I felt his hot cum stir into the center of my being I cried out, my trunk shaking in orgasm, which was amazing because normally I needed to bet with my button to cum. But prior to the premature dark 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 roll in the hay practically every night, and every time he left his cum soaking deep inside me.

When my period arrived I was relieved. Even with the trust I had placed in my `` fuck crony '' there was a small part of me that was afraid that I was being played. With the arrival of `` Aunt Flo '' all my remaining dubiety disappeared.

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Over the next month we continued to fuck like rabbit. I rode him in his bed one weekend afternoon and he fucked me from behind when we had a shower to cleanse up afterwards. For an onetime guy he had some staying power !

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

I orgasmed pretty much every time he shot his stuff into me. My consistency loved the touch of that warm substance deep inside, some nucleotide inherent aptitude tricked into thinking it was getting the material that makes infant even though my brain knew that was n't what was happening. At some animal story we were n't conscious of, our bodies were trying to crap a child together.

When I started to ovulate again I suggested we spend the entire weekend in bed. He must have filled me with his cum a XII clip over that weekend, and I orgasmed firmly every time.

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'' The pasture is always greener on the other side, '' they say, and I still considered PaleWriter and myself to not be a good equal. The sex was great, but that 's not all that makes a kinship, you know ?

I had kept my PoC invoice afford, and about a week later I had been contacted by a rather better-looking young man. I informed PaleWriter that I was breaking thing off with him, and reminded him that we had agreed that it was only temporary. He understood and did n't argue or anything. What a Nice guy ! If it did n't work out with this new fella I 'd exact PaleWriter back.

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My next period was late but I did n't really believe there was an issue until another brace of hebdomad had passed. I bought a pregnancy psychometric test and it confirmed that I had been knocked up ! I had n't had sex with the new guy yet so it had to let 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 striking from PaleWriter. I called him but it said his phone phone number was out of help ? ! I had a bad feeling.

I jumped in the car and rushed over to his place. Sure enough, his townhouse had a For Rent sign in straw man of it. I called the owners of the place but they said they could n't tell me where PaleWriter had gone because he had n't even tell apart 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 maternity leave I 'll have to quit my job to charter forethought of the sister. Fucking shit !

Lady, do n't just conceive men when they say they 've had a vasectomy. Apparently it 's really well-heeled to falsify a medical report, and the pleasance of fucking unprotected just is n't worth the consequences.

It had been really hot, though ...