I didn't mean for things to move this fast, but I am glad they did.

We "met" on an adult website — you know, the kind you suspect is full of fakes or at least prostitutes. Her profile said she was 32 and preferred bareback, but there was no reason to worry, because she was on the pill. Nobody likes condoms, but the way she put it got my attention, so I contacted her, and after a few rounds of email we agreed to meet at the Starbucks near my place to size each other up.

I arrived early, glanced around to make sure she hadn't, ordered a latte, and sat down to watch the door. She said she'd be wearing a short red sheath dress with a black belt and purse, but she didn't mention how blazing hot she would look in it. I admit I was already thinking about sex, but seeing her walk in that door would have stirred me anyway. She was about five feet eight inches tall, four inches or so shorter than me, and had jet-black hair and eyes. If I were a porn director, I could probably tell you her bra size, but frankly what got my attention was her hips, wide and swaying. I'm wired that way.

She got in line and I could see her look me up and down as I sidled up to her. "Vivian?"

She smiled. "Not my real name, of course."

"Of course," I said. We made small talk while we awaited her coffee, then retreated to the corner where I'd been sitting earlier and we'd be less likely to be overheard.

"So, the topic at hand," I said.

"Yes," she said, "Under the circumstances, I suppose we must simply dive into it."

I chuckled. "If you get cold feet and bolt, I won't be mortally wounded."

"So far, no urges to flee on this end," she said.

"Good," I said, placing a hand on her knee. "Because since we started emailing, I've been experiencing a certain... pressure."

"Oh? What sort?" We'd already discussed this, so she was playing with me.

"Let's just say I'm carrying a heavy load." Now the ball was in her court.

"Oh, you mean cum, then, yes?" We both smiled. Finally, an impolite word!

"Yes, and I would much rather it be inside you than me," I said.

She set down her coffee. "Well then, shall we?" She stood, as did I, and she straightened her dress and strode toward the door. A little stunned but also pleased, I followed.

Her car, a black Mercedes W211, was parked directly outside, and she unlocked it and gestured toward the passenger side. For a moment, a whiny little voice in my head tried to direct my attention toward personal safety, but it was quickly shouted down by a deeper voice barking "Open the door before she changes her mind!" So I did and got in. Soon we were out of the lot and rolling through green lights. "And we're going to...?" I asked.

"We're here," she said, pulling into the driveway of the local Hilton. She stopped the car, got out, and was handing the keys to a valet as I emerged. "Come on," she said to me, heading for the lobby. Again, I followed.

In the elevator, she pressed 34, waited for the doors to close, then turned to me. "In case any doubt remains..." she said, then took my right hand and cupped it over her left breast. Immediately I could tell she wore no bra, and as I slowly carressed her there she closed her eyes and let her head fall back slightly. By the time we reached the 34th floor, I could feel her nipple beginning to stiffen. The bell rang and I let my hand fall away before the doors opened, though the hallway was empty. She opened her eyes, regained her composure, and walked smartly from the elevator toward the room she'd obviously booked earlier.

Once behind the closed door, she turned to me again expectantly, and my hand rose to her breast of my own accord. "Mmmmm," she smiled, her eyes closing again. I let my thumb stroke her nipple through her dress as I leaned down to kiss her. She responded hungrily while my free hand sought the zipper at the back of her dress. She stepped out of her own shoes just as I slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders, and she unbuckled her belt to let the dress pool at her feet.

She smiled and took two steps back from me as if deciding what to do next, and this gave me the chance to enjoy her pert breasts with both nipples standing at attention. I got the urge to engulf one with my lips, but she acted before I could, reaching for the buttons on my jeans. While she opened my fly and pushed the jeans down over my hips along with my boxer briefs, I kicked off my slip-on shoes and pulled my T-shirt over my head. By the time I could see again, she was on her knees before me.

At first, I thought I was in for a blowjob, but instead something more interesting and ultimately, for me anyway, arousing occurred. She gingerly grasped my flaccid cock and lifted it, inspecting my balls. Of course, my cock began to stiffen with the attention, but that didn't seem to be her goal for the moment. I loved that my balls hung free in the air for her to see. She stood, slowly stroking my rapidly expanding and hardening cock. Finally, with her free hand, she cupped my balls, seeming to gauge their fullness. "It does feel like you're carrying quite a load," she said.

"Mmmmmm, yes." I know it's just hormones, but I enjoy the surge of pride I get when a woman acknowledges my potency. Gently she led me by my cock until we both stood at the foot of the bed, and then she sat, as did I. She continued slowly stroking my cock, clearly wanting me rock hard but just as clearly taking no risk I might cum.

We kissed again, and my tongue slid between her lips as my right hand parted her legs and carressed her inner thigh, stealing upward until the tip of my thumb encountered her moistness. I parted her labia with my fingertips, and her sharp intake of breath betrayed the pleasure she felt. I quickly discovered her pussy was utterly drenched. "My God," I said, "So wet!"

"Yes," she said, "I'm always like that when..." She stopped herself, but I had a pretty good idea of where she'd been headed. Quicker than I could remember it happening ever before, my cockhead began to slowly ooze pre-cum, and I could feel her smile through our kiss as she felt it on her hand. Without hesitation, she used it to lube her strokes.

We lay back on the bed, and while her hand remained closed around my shaft, slowly stroking and now twisting ever so slightly, I let my index and ring fingers trace their way up her swollen pussy lips and around the hood of her clit, squeezing gently. She squirmed just a little under my touch. I released her and let my middle finger slowly fall and part her hood, rubbing slow circles around her clit as she moaned into our kiss. Finally, I let my middle finger slide down between her inner folds again and slip inside her. She was delightfully tight, but somehow she felt ready.

"Please," she whispered. "Please... I need you in me now." She didn't need to ask twice. I stood next to the bed and stepped between her legs as she scooted back and raised her knees. I slid my knees under hers so that the shaft of my cock lay along her soaking wet pussy lips. I leaned down and placed my hands above either side of her shoulders. I wanted to make sure I was right about something.

"You know what you said on your profile about being on birth control?"

She stared at me a moment. I began rocking my hips so that my cock slid between her slick folds a little. She half-asked "Uh, yes?"

"It's all right if that's not true," I said, continuing to rock my hips.

She seemed a little taken aback, a little removed from the moment, which was unfortunate, but it couldn't be helped. "How... Why do you say that?"

I leaned down and kissed her again, rocking into her gently, reassuring her. "Just tell me," I whispered, "Are you on birth control?"

"No," she said, finally. Her answer made me feel a hundred feet tall, and I could feel a dollop of pre-cum drip from the tip of my cock into her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. I must have had a huge grin on my face, because she started smiling, too.

I hoisted myself with one arm and used my free hand to grasp my cock and tease her inviting entrance with my cockhead, circling and just barely probing. "Oh God," she said, "Please..."

But I had another question. "Just tell me one more thing," I said, and she nodded. "You're ovulating right now, aren't you?"

"Probably," she said. "It's the right time." I swear I felt my cock and balls swell bigger than ever before.

I looked down at where my cock was poised to enter her, then looked back up at her face, into her eyes, and slipped my cockhead just inside her now dripping pussy. And yes, she was very tight, so tight that she must have felt every wrinkle and vein in my cock as I slowly drove myself with short pushes all the way inside her, balls deep. "Mmmmmm, so good," she said.

I promised myself this would be the last question. "You want me to make you pregnant, don't you?"

"Yes..." she said, "Please."

Slowly, I withdrew my cock almost all the way from her, until just the tip was still inside, and paused there, feeling her juices cool on my shaft, loving how she had coated me. And then, in one long delicious stroke, I slid deep inside her again. We both moaned our pleasure.

Once more I nearly withdrew and luxuiously plunged back into her slick pussy, then again and again until we were locked in a rhythm, her pushing up to meet my strokes and letting me drive deeper into her.

Suddenly I remembered something I'd read online and willed myself to pause. I leaned back and hooked my elbows under her knees and pushed them up a little toward her chest, rocking her hips back. "Oh yes," she said, "go deeper!" We got back into our rhythm, my full balls slapping her ass on each downstroke.

After a few more thrusts, I felt the very tip of my cock gently nudge something at the back of her pussy, and her eyes suddenly went wide, so I knew I was a little deeper than I should be, and I paused.

"That's... I think that was my cervix," she said. "Oh, God, I never..." She pulled me down to her and threw her arms around me, and I slowly slid back into her all the way until I felt that nudge. "Oh, God," she said again, and this time it sounded like joy rather than surprise. "You have to be careful," she said. "You can't go so deep... or you'll hurt me... but..." She trailed off.

"But what?" I asked.

"When you cum, I want you exactly where you are right now."

I knew why she wanted that, but I couldn't help myself. "Why?"

"Because... You know what the cervix is, right?" I nodded. "I want you to shoot your sperm right up against it."

"I'll do my best," I promised. Her arms were still around me, and I was still in her deep, so I gave her some very short, very controlled strokes, not so deep as to hit her cervix, but always with almost all my cock buried in her. "That's... good," I said. I gave her the short thrusts a little faster, and it felt right to be deep inside her all the time.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, you're..." Whatever she felt, it was right for her, too. After a few more thrusts, a familiar pressure began building behind the base of my cock. She seemed to feel me getting closer. "Are you gonna cum?"

"Soon" I said. I was hoping to put it off as long as I could, of course.

"Oh, God, I want your cum in me..."

"I have a... huge load," I told her, "and I'm gonna shoot it all in you."

"You're gonna make me cum..."

"I'm gonna make you... pregnant."

"Oh, God, please, please..." She started to pant and then, suddenly, her head lolled back and I could feel her clench tight around me, again and again. She was cumming all over my cock, and I could tell it would send me over the edge.

I slid deeper in her until I felt that nudge again, and then I let it happen. Just as her orgasm was subsiding, I spurted jet after jet of sperm-rich semen from deep inside me, through the full length of my cock, right up against her cervix.

Her eyes went wide again. "So... warm..."

When we both regained our sanity, I rotated my hips just a little, as if stirring the pool of semen with my still-rigid cock. "I don't want to move too much... I want that sperm right where it is."

"Yes, I want your swimmers in the best place to do their job." We kissed a few more minutes while I ground into her.

Eventually, I asked her why she didn't just tell me what she wanted in the first place. She sighed. "Most guys are afraid I'll try to get money from them once the baby is born."

"Well, I would be afraid of that, except I'm too addled by testosterone at the moment to care." We both laughed.

"Don't. Worry I mean. Money is not an issue for me. You're safe."

"But you're not. I just shot a huge load of sperm in you!"

"Yes, and I hope that happens as many times as it takes."

"Deal."