—Betrayed

Dear Betrayed,
You are living a scenario right out of Woody Allen, only it’s a tragedy, not a farce. Allen himself is married to Soon-Yi Previn, the adopted daughter of Mia Farrow, who was Allen’s longtime companion and is the mother of three of his children. His son, Ronan Farrow, has cut off contact with Allen, explaining, “He’s my father married to my sister. That makes me his son and his brother-in-law. That is such a moral transgression.” It must feel unbearable to find yourself in a parallel situation, realizing both your husband and daughter are morally repugnant. Without knowing any of the details about the relationships or personalities involved, one can only speculate about this couple. Perhaps your husband is just a sleazy sexual con artist. But though it hardly counts as good news, it may be that your daughter has an undiagnosed mental illness, possibly bipolar disorder. That disease can make people act in bizarre and self-destructive ways. Or perhaps she was sexually abused as a girl, feels you didn’t protect her, and is now acting out.

—Prudie

Or maybe this is a younger girl that likes older guys, maybe she has some daddy issues. Or maybe this is a guy that wrote you and is getting off on you answering this. He most likely is one of my clients!! Or maybe he has a younger son you could hook up with. MILF is the ‘IN’ thing these days! Life gives you lemons make lemonade! Or just rub one off!!!

~ Miranda

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I have discovered the most wonderful thing. Men that actually WANT to get a woman pregnant.

Until I began dating my new partner in November last year, I had no idea such men existed.

I spoke to him about birth control but have always secretly loved the feeling of men cuming inside me. So primal and animalistic.

The first time we ever fucked he kept soothing me and telling me what he wanted to do which made me want it badly even though we had just met. There was somthing about a man telling me he wanted to “Spray his seed into my little tummy”. Wow..

My partner is a cuckold also. He loves knowing that I am out on the town without him, flirting openly with other men. If I come home with a pussy full of cum he goes wild with desire.

a few weekends ago I flew interstate to spend the weekend with a friend of mine. While there I decided to look up an ex boyfriend who still has a thing for me plus he’s black. He picked me up and made it very clear that he was itching to get inside of me.

My partner was at home, knowing that I was setting up the meeting with my ex boyfriend. The exciting thing for both of us was knowing that I was at my fertile time of the month.

I told my ex, right as he was abut to slide his 8 inches into me (dam, I missed that cock!) that I was on the pill and I missed the feel of him cumming in me. I felt so naughty and wicked, especially knowing that I had the permission of the man I love back home.

Since then I have been with 2 other black bulls, and let both of them pump my pussy with their black seed… then late last week we discovered that I am 6 weeks pregnant…and I dont know who’s child it is. All the more exciting for us…

I can’t keep my darling off me now.. he has begun feeding from my slightly swollen breasts and he cums harder than before now, knowing I have been bred. I feel beautiful and extremely turned on…. what has the other 8 months got in store?

You looking for a breeder??

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A great king was forewarned by some wise (old?) men that his newborn daughter named Talia was in great danger. It seems that a poison splinter was in the palace’s flax, and it would destroy her. The king immediately ordered a ban on flax inside the palace walls.

But, as all great fairy tales go, Talia somehow encountered a flax-spinning wheel and got that nasty splinter in her finger. What happened?

Talia dropped dead.

As a result, King Dad placed his daughter’s body on a velvet cloth, locked the palace gates, and left the forest forever and ever.

Enter the great nobleman, who turned out not to be so noble. While hunting in the woods one day, he just happened to stumble on the abandoned palace and Talia’s dead body. One would think he kissed her at this point, but no such thing happened.

Instead, he raped her.

He planted the noble seed and nine months later Talia gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. Their names were Sun and Moon (which is the boy and which is the girl?) and the fairies took care of them.

One day, the boy was sucking on mom’s finger and sucked out the poisonous flax splinter, causing Talia to awake from her death bed.

Many months go by and the horny young nobleman returns to the woods to have another encounter with the princess. To his surprise, he found her alive and well. He confesses that he is the father of her children and they enjoy a hot weekend fling in the hay (Would you have a love affair with your rapist?).

The nobleman then returns home to his wife. Somehow she learns about his illegitimate children. The wife orders the capture of the children. Her cook is then told to slash their young throats and to cook a hash with their flesh.

At dinner that night, the wife gleefully watches her husband eat his meal. When he has finished, she announces “You are eating what is your own!”.

We can be sure that the nobleman did not feel too well at that moment. But then, he did rape a dead woman, so he deserves a little suffering.

It turns out that the cook had a soft heart and never slaughtered the children. Instead, goat meat was substituted.

The enraged wife ordered the capture of Talia and that she be burned at the stake, but she was saved from death by her rapist and they lived happily ever after.

Why didn’t Walt Disney use this version of the story? It is so much more interesting than the modern version.

Call Now and Let’s play I’m Sleeping Beauty, what will you do to me??

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He was my first. We had sex pretty often, always with protection, but I always craved more.

I was almost resentful. He was perfectly contented to have that piece of rubber between us as we made love.

That’s when I began venturing away from my boyfriend. I felt confident that I was a good love maker, and I wanted the same. I dressed sexier, and batted my eyelashes as I pleased.

Ashley was nineteen, a beautiful, tall, lean young man with blonde hair and heavenly blue eyes. He was a happy-go-lucky boy who carried a sweet smile and a blush in his cheeks with him wherever he went.

Though he was only two years younger than me, the thought of a slightly younger man excited me. He also didn’t know much about sex at all, so I was free to tell him what I wanted.

When we had sex for the first time I told him I was having my period in a couple days, so the chances of getting pregnant were almost nonexistent.

He was trusting. He mounted me as I put my backside in the air.

I loved the feel of a hard man entering me, filling me, without anything between us. Ashley was so warm.

He managed to reach depths that Ryan never could. His long-fingered left hand was on my left hip, controlling my movement and helping him thrust.

I heard myself muttering feelings I didn’t know were inside me. I fell in love with him as he put both his hands over mine, to be sure I wouldn’t move, and came with a powerful grunt.

I came reasonably hard myself, but I felt instantly let down. I had had what I wanted: a beautiful young man cumming in me without protection, and yet I was unsatisfied.

I watched Ashley as he drifted into a light sleep mere inches from my body. He looked at me with love, and his delicate eyelashes closed as he exhaled, letting out some sleepy noises.

He was an angel. I put my hand on his bare abs, feeling his breath.

I didn’t want to go out and find someone else. I just wanted Ashley to be all I needed.

In my own dream I saw impossible visions. I saw tiny organisms flooding in through the door and into the room, cornering me on my bed. Then, they fought each other to crawl inside of me. As terrified as I was, I felt myself being rocked and shaken to sexual bliss. I orgasmed violently as they attacked my womb, impregnating me. I could still hear Ashley sleeping in a distant part of my mind.

I woke up then, putting my hand on my lonely belly, wishing for things that were just wrong. I didn’t really want to raise anyone or have a kid, I just wanted that connection with Ashley, and to have someone growing inside me.

I was half-weary as I mounted the young blonde man. He had that same sweet smile etched on his face. My hands slid up his torso as I pressed my sex against his groin.

His sky blue eyes opened as he became hard. I put my hands on his hard shoulders, determined in my pursuit.

“I love you,” he told me.

“I love you, too.”

I then proceeded to slide down on his cock, coating him with my slippery slickness. I wanted my fluids to rain down his thighs and puddle on the mattress, as far off as that seems.

His hands were relaxed as they gripped my lower back, trying to keep me in place, to keep a nice slow fuck, but I had other ideas. I pushed down hard, wiping the smile off his angelic face and replacing it with a strained expression. I started riding his cock up and down, making the best of his eight inches.

He came then, not as hard as before, but I felt it very nicely. I didn’t cum but I knew I’d have my chance.

Ashley didn’t look quite satisfied either. I got down and put my lips on his sensitive manhood, stirring up new ideas in his innocent mind. I then took him in my mouth, feeling a slight twitching on his part.

He knew he was at my mercy. He whimpered a little as my tongue moved up and down his shaft, urging him to become fully hard.

When he was back to his complete size and hardness, I gave his rod one last passionate french kiss and then took my head off of him.

Ashley said, “No, let me make love to your mouth.”

“No,” I replied, without a hint of flirtation in my voice.

I then laid on my back, with shaky Ashley nervously rubbing his cock.

He moved between my legs, kissing my mouth, tasting his own cock in it. I felt his soft hair and skin, so grateful that things might go my way.

I raked my nails down his back, feeling a tear stroll down my cheek. I wondered if it was love or just too much sex.

He slid in easily since I was so wet from before. He made semi-long thrusts, not wanting to get too far away from me. I wanted to kiss him deeply through ever moment of it.

His body was art. Each lean limb on his frame propelled him forward, not affecting his youthful energy at all. I wrapped my arms around him, slowly becoming lost in the emotions I fight so deep inside of me.

I knew he would impregnate me from this. As all the pain and happiness from my life flashed before my eyes and I held the man I loved, I told him, “Yes, give me your seed. Cum so deep inside of me, Ashley. Hold me, just please, hold me.”

And so he rested on top of me, burying his thick cock in as deep as it would go, nesting it. His chest came down, crushing my breasts to accommodate him. He gasped “I love you” about a hundred times as he prepared for his most powerful and loving cum inside a woman.

We both cried a little, neither of us sure of why. I felt his cock erupt hot sperm and it flooded inside me. I leaned my head back, feeling my innermost muscles spasming, overwhelming Ashley a little.

We held each other as he grew soft and slid out of me. We woke up many hours later, with his soft cock resting on my thigh.

This dreamboat of a boy, who carried the joy of the universe in his eyes, had just impregnated me. He didn’t know what he was getting into, and neither did I.

I only became hornier as the months passed. My large belly, weakened thighs, and swollen breasts hadn’t really slowed me down.

Sex had actually become easier. I would just lay down and relax while Ashley performed beautifully.

But something changed at around six and a half months. My pussy had grown very demanding, to the point where that was all I could think about.

Ashley would exhaust himself trying to please me, and I really didn’t want him to think I was a slut, but I had no choice.

He was a little worried about the baby, but I knew it’d be okay. I just had to get more cum in me somehow.

As Ashley drained himself to go to school, work, and fuck me, I quit school.

I had instead decided I needed to worry about priority number one: getting male cum inside me.

A man I had met at a bar, a drunk named Phil, had assured me all the cum I could handle.

Twice a day he’d come over to fill me up good and eat.

He was kinky too. He liked to smack my pregnant ass while he brutally took me from behind. It was hot. I didn’t feel love for him the way I did for Ashley, but it was sex.

Another thing he liked to do was molest my now lactating breasts and drink from me. I loved it.

Slowly, he’d put his lips on my nipple, urging the milk to come out. He’d gently rub his hand on my pussy, making a velvety lather appear on his hand.

As I relaxed, he’d attempt to shove his big fist inside of me, and chew and suck hard on my breasts, letting my pregnant tits nourish his body.

As much as I loved the rough sex, I was beginning to feel a tidbit abused. I longed to have Ashley whenever I wanted, to feel his loving, long strokes penetrate me.

I felt immense guilt whenever I saw him. He was faithful, gorgeous, and hard-working. He had sacrificed his adolescence and easy life for the family I demanded we create.

His fit body would fall into a deep state of unconsciousness whenever his head hit the pillow.

And through it all, he remained madly in love with me, buying me little presents, taking me to the doctor, and giving me foot massages.

We had decided to have sex that night. He eased my clothes off my large body, being as gentle as possible.

As we slowly and easily made love, I noticed an odd difference in Ashley. As sweet and loving as he was being, I didn’t see Heaven in his eyes. In fact, as impossible as it seemed, he was actually intimidating me.

I tried to relax and enjoy myself but it just wasn’t happening.

Ashley leaned in and kissed my ear and then said, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing.” I gave him a weak smile.

“No, something is wrong,” he licked my ear passionately.

“No, no,” I reassured him.

“Maybe a little guilt?”

I swallowed hard, “I’m suddenly not feeling so good-”

“Too worn out from your other boyfriend?” He bit my earlobe and I screamed. “It’s okay honey, I’ll make you all better.”

I tried to get him off of me in vain. I was caught like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Shit, I thought. What was he going to do now? I just couldn’t lose the man I love.

“If I were you, I would be a very good girl now.”

“Please, please Ashley I will be, just get off of me now?”

“Baby, baby, baby girl,” he began nuzzling my neck as I lied frozen stiff, “I just want you to know that I love you, and I won’t accept that. Now I hear your boyfriend likes to spank your pregnant ass?”

“No honey, please no.”

He pulled my weighted body down and bent me over the bed.

I couldn’t help but cry. He had degraded me somehow. I was humiliated. “No please, I’ll never do it again.”

When he was finished, I sprawled out on the floor and sobbed at his feet. How could I have been such a fool? Only a good for nothing slutty bitch would do the type of things I’d done.

“Please hold me Ashley, I’m sorry.”

“You know I want to Love, but I can’t let you do that to us again.” He then helped me onto the bed and put me face down.

I felt his long fingers trailing along my asshole, making me beyond nervous.

I had no warning as his cock filled my tight virgin ass, already sore from the punishment. “Ashley! Oh god no,” I pouted.

How could my loving, sweet, innocent little Ashley be doing this to me? It was too much for me to take; the emotional pain along with the physical brutality, I’d struggle if only I wasn’t so turned on.

“Take it all you damn cunt!” His hands pulled at my hair, scaring me slightly more.

My fingers squeezed restlessly at the mattress. I was so angry at myself. At least I wouldn’t have to face him with such guilt anymore.

Now Ashley did have a good sized cock, but I can’t begin to tell you how huge it felt in my ass, all that with my weight on my pregnant belly.

When the anal beating was over, he turned me over and started kissing my tears away. “Don’t ever make me do that to you again.”

“I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He then put my nipple in his mouth and forced me to nurse him. My exhausted body fed him and loved him just like he did for me.

Do you need a feeding? Call Me!

Alana Love is a pregnant sex worker at the Bunny Ranch, a legal brothel in Reno Nevada. She decided to become an employee at the ranch after she became pregnant and is a popular pick amongst its customers. On an episode on The Tyra Banks Show, a clip from Bunny Ranch line-up shows a patron who flew to Nevada in the hopes of spending some time with Love before she goes on maternity leave. Love is such a popular pick at the Bunny Ranch that Hustler asked her to grace their pages to be a pregnant pin-up.

We live in a society that treasures breasts not for their intended purposes but for their sex appeal. Plump large breasts are an obsession for many and a seemingly positive aspect of changes that occur during pregnancy; however, it may only be something positive for breast obsessed. Often, breasts are tender and swollen to the touch during this time as the ducts are beginning to fill with milk. While a pair of lactating breasts is not what many yearn for, others find a lactating breast a succulent feast. Lactophilia is a type of maiesiophilia that occurs after a woman gives birth and begins an adult nursing relationship (ANR) with her partner. A woman does not have to give birth to breastfeed; there are medications and methods to induce and continue lactating and fulfilling the fetish. Couples involved in adult breastfeeding typically have to commit to a feeding schedule, as would a mother feeding an infant and a missed feeding usually requires the breasts to be pumped. For some, ANR is similar to a dominant/slave relationship where the bond that develops is the most exciting and comforting part of the fetish. They develop a mutual dependency and need one another for fulfillment. The feeder may enjoy that she provides satisfaction for someone’s need for nurturing and controls the breast.
The positive attention one gets while being pregnant can also help in making it enjoyable and make a woman more likely to do it again without the stipulation of having to raise a child. However, surrogates are not the only ones who are serial birth givers. Women like Nadya Suleman, the Octomom, had six children before giving birth to her octuplets. On an episode of Dr. Phil, when asked if she enjoyed pregnancy, she claimed to hate it though she felt having six children were not enough. Despite Suleman’s claims, the attention the pregnancy and birth of her octuplets has brought her is probably more than she can ever imagine and if a fetish for being pregnant and giving birth is not what she realizes she has, this serial mom just has the common fetish in the world— attention seeking.

Appreciation and arousal for the pregnant body is not only left to fetishists. It is no longer taboo in Hollywood to hide your baby bump. Now, celebrities glamorize pregnancy and flaunt their baby bumps for cameras and magazines. In 1991, Demi Moore posed naked for the cover of Vanity Fair while seven months pregnant and over the years other celebrities followed. Nicole Richie adorned a bikini on the beach showing off her pregnancy.

That night Debbie dressed in a short red silk robe. Cuddled together on the couch, her legs intertwined with his I could see she wore nothing underneath. She kissed him lovingly, and tenderly stroking his face she whispered, “I’m in love with you Micah.” I could tell by her ragged breathing that Debbie was aroused. At this point I could feel my heart beating rapidly and the adrenalin in my veins increasing the level of my own nervousness. In the faint light the contrast between her and Micah was unbelievably striking. I could sense her passion growing, and smell her arousal. She untied her robe and smoothly slid it off her shoulders. Slipping her arms from the sleeves she lay naked next to him. I could see the swell of her hips and the silky texture of her skin. The heave of her chest betrayed her excitement. My heart was racing.  I watched his shaking hand touch her bare breast for the first time, squeezing and gently pinching. I could see her nipples harden under his fingers as he pulled them. He caressed her inner thigh slowly teasing a path to her most intimate feminine treasure. She arched and hung her head backward as his fingers pushed into her. Her hands were clenched into tight fists as she rembled in orgasm. Motionless, I felt a jolt of sexual energy surge through my body feeding my voyeur’s hunger. I was full of lust watching this boy touching my naked wife.  Burying his face against her soft breast his lips drew on a nipple. She could feel his tongue taunting her causing a quiver deep inside. His hand cupped her other breast, as his fingers teased the soft, delicate areola. With her fingers she lightly traced along his young lips nursing from her breast.  Micah lifted his face from her breast as his lips reluctantly let her nipple slip from between them. Her soft lips parted as she felt the electric thrill of his tongue touching hers. The kiss was tender, then demanding as he pressed his lips hungrily into her.  Debbie could feel the unmistakable hardness of Micah’s penis against her. Reaching into his pajamas she touched, then held him for the first time, unable to close her fingers around his surprising thickness. She looked at her bare ring finger and then toward Jack stroking his hardened cock. She searched his eyes for any misgiving, and saw none.  Opening her mouth she bowed her head to swallow Micah’s penis. She felt the soft skin slide across her tongue, the head probing deep into her throat. She pressed down until he was entirely in her, her lips stretched and jaws wide apart. His taste and scent fueled her passion. With her hand cupping his sack and squeezing lightly she worked her tongue moving her mouth up and down his stiff member.  Feeling the sensations deep within her womb, her clitoris hardened, she felt another orgasm coursethrough her body. She moaned in a throaty voice “I need you in me.”  Pulling him over her, with one hand Debbie guided his throbbing penis to her wet opening. The pressure of his cock at her sex increased as his engorged head slid slightly between her soaked lips. She arched her back to ease his entry. His as his thickening penis slid deeper and deeper into her, penetrating her. Her need to mate with this boy willed her to push against him until his young firm cock probed fully into her. The warmth of her pussy enveloped him as he claimed her for his own.  His shaft, glistening with her secretions slid in and out of her body, his hands fondling her soft white breasts, and his lips suckling upon her nipples. He made awkward, yet deliberate fucking motions into her, then out of her, then back in, stretching her and filling her. Her body rocked as he withdrew his hardness from within her. His muscles tensed as he drove harder back into her. She heaved her hips to meet  his thrusts.  She locked her legs tightly around her young lover as she dug her heels into his buttocks, pulling him deeper within her. He stiffened and moaned into her breast.  She felt his hot seed pierce her womb, her own orgasm rippling wave after wave through her body as she cried out “YES!” They lingered entwined together, exhausted in a loving embrace. And I, my lust momentarily sated, quietly murmured, “yes!”

Micah moved in as Debbie wished and he became her exclusive lover. Several months passed and one night as I lay silently listening to the sounds of their coupling, I thought of how this all started. My fantasy grew into obsession and lust dared the consequence. The proof was now in Debbie’s swollen belly, pregnant by a boy’s seed with his black baby.

My mom got off of work around 11pm, and he got off of work at 7pm. We were alone for a few hours everyday. So I set out to tease him with no mercy!

The first time was one night when my mom was at work. I was in my bedroom and he was in the kitchen (I think). Anyways, I screamed as if I saw something so that he would come to my room to see if something was wrong. I quickly took off my shirt, exposing my tiny pink and black bra along with my super short skirt. He came in and he looked at my big breasts and started to stutter.

“Oh I’m sorry honey, I thought I heard u scream.” His eyes were like glued to my boobs.

I smiled at him and went to my drawer to get my t-shirt that I sleep in, not bothering to cover my almost completely exposed breasts. “oh its ok,” I told him, ” I thought I saw a spider, but it wasnt.” He smiled and left the room.

The second time I went in for the kill. He was sitting on our couch in a wife beater and his boxers watching some show and I went in wearing some black panties and a white spaghetti shirt with no bra underneath. Now, my tits are pretty big so when I walked into the living room they jiggled and bounced without their usual support. I walked in front of the tv set to make sure he saw me and I sat down next to him. He turned around and looked at me, his eyes glued to my body.

“Sorry Michael,” I said, “it gets so hot and I usually like to stay dressed like this here in the house. Is it ok with you?”

He licked his lips and smiled at me. “Sure its ok sweetheart.”

I cuddled closer to him and pretended to watch the show. I made sure my tits were rubbing up against him with any kind of movement he or I made. He saw that as an invitation I guess because he made the next move. He started to rub my thigh gently, so I opened them. His hand slid up my thigh to my pussy. He rubbed it until I began to feel moist, I kept my legs open. He moved my panties aside a little and started to touch my clit. I moaned. Then he grabbed me and sat me on top of his lap, straddling him.

“Do you want ur new daddy to touch your body honey?” he asked me. I nodded with a seductive smile. “Let me see those pretty titties of yours sweetheart,” he said as he lifted my shirt off. He pinched and twisted my nipples as I moaned louder, he licked them and then began to suck them. He pulled down his boxers enough to expose his hard penis and then he took off my panties and sat my soaking wet pussy down on his penis. I moved my hips back and forth as his hands squeezed my ass, with my nipples in his mouth. After a while I felt him come inside me and I came right along with him. We lied down on the couch together with is hand still on my breasts, rubbing my nipples.

And that was the first of many of our sexual encounters! Every time I want a little extra money, all I do is wait till my mom is gone and I climb on top of my new daddy!

My wife and I are in our early 30′s. For several years I have been fantasizing about my wife having another man’s baby. I have pestered her enough since we’ve been married that she finally agreed to have sex with a buddy of mine that she found attractive.

Watching her suck his cock and then watching him do her bareback was incredible. I got to see his cum run out of her cunt when he finished. At that moment I thought how much more exciting it would be if she were not on the pill. There is something about it being possible for him to knock her up that gets me so damn hard. My ultimate fantasy would be for her to agree to let me find a man to fuck her and for her to agree to have his baby…even if he were black. It even sounds sick to me but the thought of watching her belly swell with another man’s child turns me on. I have mentioned my fantasy to my wife and I even asked her if she thought she could ever go off the pill and let my buddy get her pregnant.

She said I must be crazy. I can’t disagree but I still can’t get it out of my mind. I just have this fascination with watching a man fuck my wife knowing she is fertile. I think it would turn me on if she were to tell me she was having an affair and had gotten pregnant. I saw a program on TV tonight where that happened and I got hard. We want to have 2 children. I wouldn’t care if they were fathered by 2 other men if I could watch them breed her. Does anyone else have these fantasies? I read about wife breeding on the internet but have not seen anything on here about it. Look at her pic! Who wouldn’t want to see her fucked, then swell into pregnancy!