I confess, I want to knock up some slut.
There's more to it than that. I fucking hate kids. I despise them, but I'm compelled to make them. It's a biological imperative. I need to pass on my genes, I need strong sons to knock up other sluts in their day so their sons can, and so can theirs.
Lucky for me, there's only one one thing that gets me harder than the idea of pumping my cum deep into some chick's womb, knowing her body belongs to me, knowing she wants my baby in her belly, and that's knowing that she wants mine instead of her faggot husband's.
I grew up in a really wealthy area, and a lot of my acquaintances are upper middle class well-to-do people with careers and nice neighbors and white picket fences. They're all a giant bunch of pussy-whipped weak-willed little shits who grew up right because mommy made them, and now they have these skinny wives with token careers who tell them how to spend their money because they can't function if a woman doesn't guide them by the nose. These limp dicks don't deserve to have their bloodlines carried on. I want them to raise my bastards. I want to throw their women on the bed and tear off their clothes and slam their cunts until they can't walk straight. I want them to sink their nails into my back when I give them the big hard cock their money bags could never give them. I want them to scream my name over and over. I want them to wrap their legs around me and beg me to pump them full of cum and knock them up with triplets. I want to go to their barbeques and see these bitchy little WASP women walk around with big swollen bellies because of me. I want to fuck them throughout the pregnancy, too - nine months of toe-curling cunt slamming. I want to see their stomachs grow and their breasts swell with milk while they lie in the afterglow of their sixth orgasm and dream about names for my babies before I give them number seven. Maybe I'll fuck them after, too, and make their titties squirt out milk while I give them baby number two. I want to knock up the whole neighborhood, I want one wife to tell the other and the next and the next, and all these whores will come to me because their husbands are infertile, or just too pussy to knock them up for real, and they want a dick that's proven. Then I want to get Christmas cards from these faggots with their slut wives and my families in ugly sweaters and I'll laugh and laugh and laugh.
I don't care if the husbands know, shit, it'd be better if they did. I don't care if he beats off into the corner while I make his wife's eyes roll back in her head, or he sits on the couch watching TV and pretends not to listen to her screaming my name and the headboard slamming against the wall across the house, or if he's in the goddamn nursery building the fucking crib. It's not like I'll respect them any less.
Picture related, exactly the kind of woman I would've loved to put a baby into.
