Pregnancy Fetish Stories Novels & Stories

"Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad..." She was a lesbian with a fetish. Not, as you may have guessed, a fetish for cock, or for men, or even for not being a lesbian. Nope - Beth knew exactly who she was. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that it wasn't men. Beth liked pussy, exclusively, and (just for fun) I had decided not to mess with that. Instead, I gave her my fetish. Beth, just like me (and just like everyone else I turned, to be fair), had a pregnancy fetish.

I not only wanted an up- close show, but I wanted Polly to know as soon as possible that if she ever wanted to make this a regular thing, she needn’t worry about the wife. “Come on, Trent, cum inside that tight little pussy of hers,” I begged. “Cum inside her just like you always wanted to do with me. Of course, she’s so young and fertile; I just hope you don’t impregnate her.” The very idea only left me hotter and more aroused than ever before. I suppose, looking back, it’s why I had to confront them. I wanted to goad him on – I wanted to be a part of the crucial finish, because it was ultimately the best part of the entire fetish for me. The idea of my husband, impregnating some gorgeous y

Janice was tired of this. Every afternoon she curled up on the couch with her tablet, devouring filthy stories about women who got fucked the way they truly needed — rough, hungry, shameless. Her hand would slip into her panties, fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit until she came in quick, disappointing waves. It was never enough. Months ago, her husband had made sure of that. He’d discovered her small stash of toys and exploded. “What kind of wife needs that shit?” he’d yelled. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

Before a slow smile spreads across her face which makes my heart beat faster. We are out of the bath in a flash. I dry her off, ignoring her protests. I get to inspect her ripe body at my leisure. Never did I realise that I might have a pregnancy fetish till now, or maybe it's because she carries my seed inside of her. Fuck, that makes me harder than before. Leading her into the bedroom, I push her towards the bed. "Lie down for me. Tonight is for you." Her hair is piled high on top of her head. She climbs up on the bed, giving me a magnificent view of her round, smooth ass. The things I want to accomplish with that sweet ass. I take a deep breath, one step at a time.

But even so, it is also good when everyone packs up and leaves and quiet returns to the house. For a while I was worried that I had developed some type of kinky fetish about pregnant women. But after looking around I realized that my obsession was not pregnant women, just one woman, Colleen. At the time half of the women at the office were pregnant, but they did not appeal to me. It seemed like the only thing I wanted was to fuck my pregnant sister. Each time I did, it only intensified the desire to fuck her again. And, Colleen wanted me as much I wanted her.

Loving it. The invasion was swift and brutal, stretching her already sore ring of muscle. A sharp cry was muffled by the cock fucking her throat. Full. So full. She was packed, a triple penetration that stole the breath from her lungs and any coherent thought from her mind. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream of overwhelming ecstasy. “Look at that,” someone whistled. “All three holes stuffed. A perfect fucking gangbang slut.”

My nipples hardened against the bra, poking through like they were begging for attention. I moved to the treadmill next, cranking it up to a steady jog. My ponytail bounced, my breasts were jiggling with every stride. The rhythm lulled me into a haze, mind wandering to fantasies…me bent over the machine, someone behind me, thrusting hard while I ran. My clit was aching, swollen from the friction of my leggings. I glanced down….a wet spot was forming at my crotch, dark against the black fabric. Fuck, I needed release.