Pregnancy Fetish Stories Novels & Stories

NEW STORY TITLE: Please Fuck My Pregnant Bestie. His wife wants him to fuck her divorced pregnant friend. Enjoy reading... >>>>>>>>>>> All characters depicted are of adult age. Feedback is always welcome. Content Tags Pregnant, pregnancy, drinking breast milk, husband sharing, consensual cuckquean, breast sucking, love, lust, sensual, female relief, female pent up, female destress, cum inside me, friends to lovers, no condom ~ Katie and Annie watched poolside as Ethan leapt expertly from the diving board, disappearing under the water with a pleasingly hushed splash.

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

I flip my hands up and down, pretending my nails are more pleasing to focus on. “Do not tease me.” I feel his gaze burning me. I look at him once more, glaring at him furtively. “Never had a fetish with a pregnant woman?” I wonder. I smile as if I am a teenager asking another if he ever kissed someone in his life. “Since when did you get so perverted?” He leans on his elbows, hovering over me. “It must be the pregnancy.” I run my hand over his bare chest. In one quick movement, Hunter is on top of me, gently placing me back on the bed, not pushing against me too hard because of my stomach.

She never noticed, still praising him, but I knew: I craved that cock, needed to feel it ruin me the way it did her. I don’t know if it’s wrong to fantasize about my best friend’s husband-to-be like this, but my brain’s already spiraling, painting filthy pictures of Damon’s cock—thick, veined, stretching Eunice the way she described. It’s not betrayal if I share what fucks her, right? My cunt clenches at the thought, already plotting, wet and ready to make it real. A week flies by, and we’re at the wedding venue, chaos of lace and laughter. After snapping photos with the bridesmaids, my eyes hunt for Damon.

I spread my legs wider, my rubbing pace increasing with increased tension and stomach tightening feeling. “Yes Mummy,” the younger lady cried as the cougar pulled her waist in, sinking her clit once more in between. I moaned loudly, my nipples aching from all the pinching and rubbing I gave them. I wanted this so badly. To be loved by a woman. Fucked so much that I can barely get enough. I continued rubbing and rolling my clit more and more. Matching their pace. Then the older woman pushed her finger into the younger lady’s tight pussy while her tongue went over her clit together.

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

*Fuck… her tits…* I could almost feel the weight of them again, the soft give of her flesh when I squeezed, the way her nipples would harden against my tongue. I imagined shoving that tight top down, freeing them right there in the office, sucking one deep while I fucked her against the wall. The wet sounds of my mouth on her, the slap of my hips, her nails digging into my back while she moaned like a dirty slut for me.

That was also when I was forced to another reality, that I had to go on with a marriage that didn't count, one that involved Camilla, and so she gave birth to the pregnant woman that I am in. I pushed everything to the back of my mind, my fingers curled on my lap, and suddenly it turns. I have a feeling that it has very little to do with the déjà vu, and more to do with the fact that this time I'm heading over to Italy and on a search for Jasmine.