Pregnancy Fetish Stories Novels & Stories

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

I don’t care to figure out who it is. “No condom.” If I die after this, I want to die a satisfied woman. If these Russians don’t kill me, my people will kill me anyway. Captured spies are always in a lose-lose situation, even worse now that I actually gave them classified information. “You take her cunt,” First Guy says to Thirst Trap, who climbs the bed. “I’ll take her mouth.” With that, First Guy scoots towards me and sits in front of me with his legs apart, and his perfect cock ready for my mouth.

This thing, whatever it was, felt good. *** On Thursday, I met Felix, who felt much too ordinary. We were both in the bookstore two blocks from my apartment. He was tall and had messy curls. He was reading something about modern demonology, muttering something under his breath as he flipped a page. I laughed. I just couldn’t help it. He looked up. I tilted my head curiously. “You don’t actually believe that stuff, do you?” I asked. He smirked, slow and lazyily. “What if I said yes?”

I brushed my tongue against his, our lips are doing their own dance it seems. I held his hugeness in my red-nailed hand, pleasing him the same way he did me. Tyler Jane Moonstorm became more and more ravenous until we laid ourselves in the ground. My mouth was on his sweet flesh while his tongue relished my wet cave. This is the first time we did this. Yes, I am pregnant. But, as a mortal married to a feral wolf-shifting husband…I couldn’t get enough of him. I want to try all the positions in that book Kama Sutra Jose lended me because he said it will be helpful in my sex life—in me and Tyler’s sensual and spicy side of married life.

His left finger had found its way into my holes pleasuring me like my life depended on it. I sucked between gritted teeth with my lips in thin lines. I didn’t realize when I slid his second finger into my p*ssy. “Tell me…how does it feel to be f*cked while pregnant?” His question made me go sexually insane for a minute with his tongue digging deep into my ears. In my entire life, I’ve never been f*cked while pregnant and this is my first time. I felt my libido go high and the urge to feel his veiny d*ck inside of me kept increasing.

I had to bite a gag he provided to stay quiet as orgasm after orgasm tore through me. He switched holes constantly, pounding my pussy, then my ass, then back, always talking filthy. “Gonna keep you pregnant forever. Fuck you through every trimester. Suck milk from these tits while I breed you again.” The breeding talk, combined with the pregnancy hormones and the constant risk, sent me into a near-constant state of overstimulation. I sobbed and begged, body shaking uncontrollably.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

The mix of our arousal impregnates the air around us. Impregnate. He has a breeding kink; he’s fetish is to cum inside me and watch his seed run down my legs. He hasn’t use a condom with me, is not like we are going to catch a disease or get pregnant, so bareback it is. It felt oddly good, yet something within me tells me this is all wrong.

"And what would be your fetish, lawyer?", but what the fuck question was that? And how the fuck could I get away from the answer so easily? If the subject had not deviated to a totally different aspect, I would have ended up confessing that my fetishes included extreme domination, euphoria, and naughtiness. Because I was too sincere and gossip beyond the account. And all my professionalism would be thrown down the drain if I had had more time on that subject.”

“Admit it, Leo. Say you’re mine.” The pleasure was overwhelming. Every deep thrust hit that spot and made my legs shake. I was craving him so bad it scared me. “I’m yours,” I gasped. “Fuck…Vincenzo, I’m yours. Don’t stop.” He fucked me harder, the glass wall fogging up from our heat. “That’s right. My captive. My personal fucktoy. Gonna breed you right here so you feel me all day.” “Yes…breed me,” I begged, voice breaking. My cock rubbed against the slick glass with every powerful thrust. “Fill me up again. Please.”