I have a customer who wants to get me pregnant.
He doesn't know me really, he speaks to Sherri, 47, but he thinks that she wants him to get her pregnant too.
I am very good at my job, so when he cums, he sobs because he thinks that this time will be the time I carry his baby.
Now, I have customers who like the idea of going bareback because I 'trust' them not to have any STDs but would be appalled at the idea of getting me up the duff. I have customers who cum HARD at the idea of cream pie-ing me but make sure to ask me if I am on the pill before they do.
Just a reminder, I don't do in person service, only ever on the phone, but these men have had years to buy into their fantasy and perfect it in every way. When I am done with the intricacies of their rich sexual imagery, they say things like "I can't believe I don't have to tell you what to say next. You're amazing. You get me."
Well, yes and no. Yes, I am good at my job and can generally pull out the repeating strands of a fantasy (they're not all that different boys, soz), but also, I am autistic and as such, I have struggled with reading situations for all of my life. Because of this I have learned to pick up on vocal cues as well as physical ones and to carry on the story. I am a writer so I love a story and I am a keen observer of human character so I am able to mostly guess what kind they are playing. When a man wants to cum, they're not all that inventive.
I am though and this customer knows it.
Over our time together I have helped him build his fantasy into something quite wonderful and rich. Honestly, I should get paid more.
I call him Baby. I do it a lot. My voice, already quite deep, I add soft tones too, and I giggle at him sometimes and call him silly. I tell him.
"Baby, you look like you've had a long day. Come here and rest your head on my lap. Yeah, like that baby. Can you tell I have missed you today? By my smell?"
Caveat: I don't know what that is all about, but this guy thinks he can smell arousal so I go with it. He also thinks he can smell something else.
"Can you smell it baby? Can you smell my ovulation?"
He can. I get him to undress me slowly, nuzzle my tits, "Won't they look and smell wonderful when they're full of milk baby?"
He stops. He asks me what I mean. I tell him that I have stopped taking the pill. That it is time. That I want to have his baby. The first time I said that, he came on the spot. I make sure I tell him that he isn't to get too excited now but I have news.
Do I tell him I love him when he asks? Yes I do. Is it dishonest? Maybe, but there are worst things to lie about to be honest and it makes him really happy. So I say it all, that I want him forever that me, him and the baby are going to be the happiest family. That maybe (and I say it shyly) if he wants, we could even get married.
I don't know where this man's breeding kink comes from and I don't really want to give it too much thought. One side of my brain thinks that it is a way of controlling women to keep them barefoot and pregnant, and it is a tactic used by coercive, abusive men to do exactly that. If this guy was like that, I would have got him off quickly and said something like "good job I am on the pill" to stop him calling me again, because fuck that noise, even in a fantasy. The other side of my brain thinks this guy is just lonely and likes to fantasise about what he doesn't have.
When it comes down to it and I can hear he wants to cum, he asks me if I am ready. Yes baby. I am more than ready. I tell him I can't wait to feel him cum deep inside me, that I want him to make me pregnant, put his baby in me. I tell him to pass the cushion so I can put it under my arse so none of his spunk drips out. He cums. He cries. He thanks me for not judging him or calling him weird. I go onto the next call, knowing I have made him happy. I would never call him weird. And that's why he calls me.
Like I say. I am VERY good at my job.
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