45yo MILF becomes my slave to get pregnant

Hi everyone. This is Romil Singh back again with another story. I got to know that there are some active readers of my stories. I have received their emails asking why there are no new stories.

Reading those emails gives me immense happiness. I started writing the stories to present my experiences but later found my passion in them.

I didn’t write any stories for a long time. I think it happened because I haven’t met someone who can give me a story to pen down. But the wait was over when I met this lady in her early 50s. I had a great time with this woman. I hope you, too, enjoy reading this story.

I received an email from Anjali saying that she loves my story. She even liked the last story where I met a Sri Lankan woman. We had some email exchanges asking basic questions about each other. After talking for a while, I got to know more about her.

Let me introduce Anjali. She’s a 45 years old woman married to a businessman living in Bangalore. She was married for 15 years but didn’t have a kid. Her sex life was average, but her husband was infertile.

She gave me her Instagram ID. When I looked at her, I just kept staring at her pictures. She had such an attractive face with a great figure. I also saw her husband. He was taller than him, a muscular and handsome man.

I gave her my Instagram ID so she could also see my appearance. After a few minutes, I received a message from Anjali saying, “I didn’t know you were married.” I told her, “I got married a few months back.”

Her next question was, “o you still meet other women and have BDSM sessions with them?”  I said, “Yes, my wife is not into BDSM. So to fulfil my desires, I meet my previous submissive partners.” I didn’t get any reply from her for a few hours. I thought she might not be interested after hearing I’m married.

The next day I got her message, she sent me her mobile number. She asked me to give her a call. I called her soon, and Anjali picked up my call. She had such a cute voice, like a teenager. After asking each other how are we doing, her next question was very direct.

She asked, “I like what you wrote in your previous stories. I want to get humiliated, degraded, and fucked like a piece of shit once in my life. Will you use me as your slave and make me pregnant?”

“Hello, Hello,” she kept saying. “Hello are you there?”

I went silent in shock after hearing this. I was not shocked listening to her desires. But I had no answer to her question of making her pregnant. I came back to my senses and said, “This is the first time someone has had this type of question, and I’m not sure what to say.”

She said, “I understand, and I am not forcing you to meet me. But I would be happy if you agreed. This will be a one-time thing, and once I get positive pregnancy results, I will never contact you again.” I told her to give me some time to think, and I’ll call her after making a decision.

I’ve met many women, had normal sex and wild sex, and done many extreme things. But I never heard anyone coming back and saying that they were pregnant. I gave it a thought and spent time thinking of what she might be going through.

She’s a woman. She sees others going around with their kids. How hard that might be for her. After thinking of it for some time, I said fuck it. I will meet her and see if I can breed her and make her pregnant.

I called her and asked if she got pregnant and what will her husband say. He will get suspicious, and that can damage her marriage.

She said, “We already talked about this. My husband wanted me to go through sperm donation and the IVF process. But I told him I didn’t want an artificial process. I asked him if I sleep with someone just for once and try if I get pregnant.”

“At first, he was very hesitant, but later, he agreed. He was constantly in the centre of conversations with his friends and family, asking what the problem was. Why don’t you have kids after so many years of marriage?”

After hearing this, I was relaxed and agreed to breed her. We decided that she would be coming to Hyderabad for 2 weeks during her ovulation period. I booked the hotel, and everything was ready. I had to go to the airport to pick her up.

Day arrived, and I was excited about so many things. I reached the airport on time. In the next 30 minutes, I saw her in a black kurti and blue jeans. She was so beautiful with short hair highlighted with golden colour. I gave her a task not to wear a bra, and I could see her boobs jiggle while she walked.

She came out of the arrival area, and we hugged. She smelled so nice that it gave me a boner. I grabbed her tight, and I could feel her boobs pressing to my chest. She was blushing and complained everyone was around. I told her, I can rip your clothes apart and fuck you right away in front of these people.

She said, “I don’t want my pregnancy journey to be broadcasted live. Take me to the hotel and use me as you like. Turn me into slut and fuck me like a worthless slut.”

I grabbed her face, looked into her eyes, and said, “I will do things which will be stamped in your memory for a lifetime.”

We got on my bike, and she held me tight, placing her face on my shoulder. We didn’t talk during our ride to the hotel. She just relaxed on me, and I felt her warm breath on my neck. We reached the hotel and checked in. I opened the room door, we entered, and she kept her bags and settled.

I locked the door and straight away pulled her to the wall. She was startled and watched me with no expression. I took her hands above the shoulder, nailed them to the wall, and took my face close to hers. I could feel her breath and her lips’ craving to meet mine, but she didn’t kiss.

I touched my lips with hers and teased her, but she was standing straight. After a while, she said, “Can I have permission to kiss you, sir?” I said NO.

Now her tone of taking permission was turning into begging. She was begging me to kiss, let our tongues meet, and let each other eat our lips. After licking her lips and teasing her for a few minutes, I told her, “Now you have permission to react and kiss me.”

She barged her face into mine, took her lower lip, and started sucking wildly. She was kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Soon enough, our tongues engaged deep into our mouths, feeling the taste of flesh inside our mouths. My jaw started aching after a continuous kiss of almost 10 minutes.

I left her hand and was about to step back, but she wasn’t satisfied. She grabbed my ass and pushed her face more into mine. She was forcing herself onto me vigorously and kept kissing and moaning. I let her do that for a few minutes.

Then grabbed her face and gave her a hard slap, making her forget everything and turning her moans into a scream. I gave her a few more tight slaps and said, “You do not have the authority to control me nor touch my body without my permission.”

“Saali Randi, Teri itni aukaat jo tune mujhe pakad kar jabardasti karey? Ab batata hu main tujhe jabardasti kya hoti hai. Teri chut gayi maa chudaane sabse pehle tujhe sabak sikhana kaafi zaroori hai.”

I pulled her hair and dragged her to bed. I pulled her pants down, stretched her ass cheeks, and placed my dick on top of her ass. She started moving and was trying to get away from the bed.

“No, please, please, sir, don’t fuck my ass. My anal hole is virgin, and I never had anal. Please, sir, I will behave like your good slave, but please don’t fuck my ass.”

I was in no mood to listen to her. I pressed her face on the pillow, spat on her ass hole, and pushed my dick into her anal in one go. The whole room was echoing with her scream and cry. Her body was shivering, and she was trembling like a waterless fish.

She tried her best to get herself up and run. But I held her tight and gave her a second stroke. I didn’t stop and fucked her ass hard. She kept crying and screaming. Her crying was making me hornier. After some time, she made no noise, just humming sounds.

I pulled her hair and saw her face. Her face was full of tears, and her eyes were closed. Seeing this, I increased my speed and fucked her ass like a wild, mad dog. After a few seconds, I started hearing her moans. She grabbed my hand. Now she was moving her back with the rhythm of my dick.

Now she was enjoying herself and begging me to slow down the speed but don’t stop. “Sir, please keep fucking me. This feels so good. Oh my god, I’m cumming, sir.”

I listened to her and decreased my speed but kept fucking her deep. After a few seconds, she dropped to the bed, making a loud moan scratching her nails on my hand. I was also about to cum. So I turned her around, raised her legs, and pushed my dick in her pussy.

Her pussy was already wet, so I went easily inside. Now I was fucking her in a missionary position. She asked, “Sir can I touch your ass while you fuck me?” I said, “Yes, you can.” She grabbed my ass and pushed my dick deep inside with every stroke.

I was about to cum, and looking at her expression change, she was also about to cum. I leaned forward and started kissing her. We were in each other’s arms, kissing passionately and having amazing sloppy sex. I couldn’t control it any longer, and I started cumming.

I choked her neck hard while cumming and didn’t leave her neck until I was finished. She, too, had an orgasm with me and was smiling, getting choked and watching me cum. I dropped my cum deep inside her vagina and whispered in her ears, “You will have my child in you. No one can stop us now”.

She hugged me tight and said, “Sir, if this happens, I will be your lifetime thankful.” Tears rolled out of her eyes.

“I want to try everything with you. I will be your slave, and you can use, degrade, humiliate me in any manner. That pain was unbearable when you were fucking my ass, but I liked your control over me. I liked how you crushed me and didn’t give a fuck about my misery. From here on, Anjali gives you full consent to use my body as you like.”

Her speech made me very happy. I took her in my arms, took her to the washroom, and gave her a warm shower. We stayed together for two weeks, tried everything, and used to have sex twice and some days, three times a day. I asked her to do a pregnancy test on the day she left.

But she said, “I want to do it with my husband. Please try to understand.”

I said okay, and we said goodbyes to each other. While dropping her back at the airport, it was the same scene as when I picked her up from the airport. Complete silence and her head on my shoulder. But now, her warm breath turned me on, and my dick was rock hard again.

I turned my bike towards the nearest mall and entered the Old Big Bazaar mall.
She asked me, “Why you stopped? My flight is in the next 1 hour.” I told her to get down. She came down from the bike, and I brought her close to me by holding her waist.

She again complained and said what if someone sees us. I kissed her lips before she completed the sentence and said, “You are going back to Bangalore. As per your rule, we will never meet again in the future. So before leaving you, I want to fuck you again.”

She was shocked and asked where. I said here in the mall. She stepped back and said, “No, Romil, this is risky, and if we are caught, it will be a big problem.” I stopped her and explained this mall is very old and there are some areas where even staff doesn’t visit much.

I took her hand, and we entered the mall. We got into the lift, and I took her to the top floor. There were very few employees who didn’t give a fuck about who was coming and who was not. They were busy with their phones. I slowly took her to the storage room and locked the door.

She asked how you know this place and what if we get caught. I told her about my previous experiences. I had freshly started working and didn’t have enough budget to take my girlfriends to a hotel every time. So we used to come here and fuck.

After hearing this, she was a bit calm but still worried because her flight was in the next hour. I quickly took my pants down and asked her to suck. She said, “Romil, please, can we just quickly fuck and leave?”

I got angry and choked her hard to the wall. “Looks like you again forget your place. Should I remind you?” She was a bit afraid and said, “Sorry, sir, please let me suck your dick.” She got on her knees and started sucking my dick.

She wasn’t good at it. But I wanted some lube on my dick to make her remember her first encounter with me for the last time. I started fucking her throat brutally. Now my dick was covered with her saliva. I grabbed her hair, turned her around, and made her bed on a rice bag.

Her ass hole was a bit loosened because we had anal 3 times. But I used gel lubricant during those 2 times. Now I am planning to give her some pain with a sudden stroke. I started caressing her back and rubbing her clit from the back. She was also enjoying this and moving her body.

After seeing her in the mood, I took my dick, and without saying any word, I pushed my dick into her ass. She was about to fall from rice back. But I took hold of her and closed her mouth to cover her screams. I started fucking her slowly.

She was tapping my hands and thighs to leave. I kept fucking her for the next five minutes. But she continued showing discomfort. So I just pushed her and took my dick out. To my surprise, I had blood on my dick. When I saw her, she couldn’t move properly and was in pain.

I asked her what had happened, and she said it was okay. It might have happened because I’m not wet, nor we used lube. I didn’t want this to spoil my mood. I made her sit on rice and gave her a small kiss. After a few seconds, she took my face and started kissing me; this kiss went wild.

Now we both were playing with each other’s bodies, and I started fingering her. She wasn’t that wet. I twisted my fingers and started rubbing the upped wall of her vagina. In no time, I was able to find the G-Spot. She was out of control after this.

I increased my speed and shook my fingers with full speed around her G-Spot. Within a few seconds, she squirted, which was big. Her thighs were not in control, and we were shivering badly. She was out of breath and held me tight, moaning.

I slowly removed my finger, looked into her eyes, and licked all her cum.
She took my dick and guided it into her pussy. Now she was moving her hips, taking my dick slowly, and kissing me with our tongues, engaging deeply. Within a few strokes, I felt like I’ll have early ejaculation.

I stopped her and told her that I might cum early today. She grabbed me after hearing this and pushed me deep inside her. She said, “For the last time, please fuck me as you want and fill my pussy with your cum.”I took her in my arms, locked her legs on my back, and started fucking her.

She was jumping on my dick, and we were kissing wild. After a few seconds, when I was about to cum I placed her on the bag and came deep inside her pussy. I didn’t remove my dick, and she didn’t move more. So the sperm entered the hymen.

After 5 minutes, we got dressed and slowly left that storage room. While returning from the mall, she held my hand and thanked me for making these 2 weeks the best days of her life.

I kissed her forehead and said, “I had a great time with you. I don’t know for the next how many days I’ll jerk off thinking of these two weeks.”

We both laughed and got on the bike. I dropped her at the airport. We both looked emotional, but neither of us confronted it.

After 2 days, I got a call from her saying that her periods were late and this might be a piece of good news. I got very excited and asked her why she didn’t do the test. She said she will, but before that, they booked an appointment with a doctor.

I said okay and asked her to keep me on a video call when you do a pregnancy test. She agreed to this.

The next day I got a video call from her where she and her husband were sitting together. We greeted each other, and she went to the washroom to check to take the test. She came out shouting, laughing, and with tears in her eyes. From the washroom, she came shouting, “We Are Pregnant.”

Hearing this, her husband broke down too, but I didn’t have enough surprise. I was happy to see them happy. We had a little chat and said goodbye.

After that day, I never got a call or text from them for the next 9 months, nor did I try reaching them. After 9 months, I got a text from her husband saying it was a boy. That’s it. I replied with Congratulations and got back into my life.

I hope you liked this story. I would be happy to get feedback from you all, and if you want to have a session with me, you can write to me at [email protected].