Every man knows it's his duty and destiny to fill as many pussies as humanly possible with potent seed. If a cunt is unprotected, and can be impregnated, then any legal strategy is worth the effort. It is the duty, of every self-respecting male to knock up every cunt he possibly can.
Footnote: Arlene, you too are a delicious cunt, this story is dedicated to you. I would enjoy fulfilling you next!
Sutton, England, Chicago/New York Night Club. Friday Night.
I have been drinking some pints, waiting at the bar for a potential tart to have my way with. I notice the most delicious female dancing on the floor with her friends.
What a beautiful cunt! I want her! She's perfect, she is! This is one hell of a woman! 5'4" tall, blue eyes, short dirty-blond hair, cute face, hour-glass curves, early twenties with cream-like skin. But wow, she can move her hips! My God I think "To have my cock buried deep inside of a woman that moves like that would be utter heaven".
She's wearing a sleeveless cream coloured tight fitting dress. I can see her black lace brassiere as she turns from the side dancing. She shows plenty of sexy leg, beautiful! Dancing with four other friends I conclude "Must be some sort of Friday night after work party".
I need a strategy. Eventually my cream dress will come to the bar. I patiently wait while slowly drinking my beer and enjoying her motion on the floor. Great things are always worth waiting for.
A half-hour later she's comes to the bar with her friends. "Yes!" I think. She's finally taking a break from dancing. I overhear the conversation with her friends. They're out together for the office Christmas party as a group. Soon they will order drinks.
I accidentally, on purpose of course, bump into my beautiful prey spilling her drink. She looks at me surprised, maybe even shocked her glass having broken on the floor. "Sorry" I apologize with a naughty grin. "It would be proper to buy you another drink" I suggest.
She nods demandingly as I ask her what she's drinking? "Coke" she replies.
I order her a RUM and coke. She shyly smiles back and accepts the drink. It was my chance, my game and I took it.
Striking up conversation, I ask her all the niceties. I need to find out about her if I am to get into her pants. Her name is Lacey, only 19 years old. She just moved to the London area, from a small town in Kent. She's living with her aunt and uncle in Croydon until she can find some mates to move in with. She proudly tells me "I started my first real job only one week ago in a publishing office, as a front desk clerk. Lacey is shy, but is enjoying her first night out in London. Her confidence is high, which makes her deliciously vulnerable.
I have found my prey that will be a sheer joy to strip her and fuck her. My strategy is simple basic separation. Separate her from her colleagues, her shyness, her inhibitions and finally the crowd and then she'll be mine for breeding. These innocent country girls never see it coming. They move to the city young and naïve, rarely on the pill and prepared for what will shoot there way. They go out with work mates, and if you treat them right, get them drunk, you can fuck them silly six out of ten times.
After talking for some time, we dance. I focus all my attention on Lacey and we have become friends enjoying a good time. At twelve midnight two of her friends are leaving, separation is already underway. We chat at the bar between dances spacing drinks and dancing carefully. The plan is working beautifully. Her other work friends keep a close eye on her. By one o'clock I've already bought her four drinks, loosening up her sobriety and her sexuality. She is 19, new in town and having a great time clubbing. I must push her on.
The hardest challenge I face will be separating her from her friends from the office. After that she will be mine.
