Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

I don't know about whores or mistresses but my inner gut is saying that they don't get treatment like this. Even whores have choices to sleep with a person but in my condition I even don't have that choice. If he considers me as his wife then why does he physically abuse me? Or mentally torture me. What bad thing had I confessed to him that he did those obscene things to me. It was so disgusting. I am still feeling disgusted. I had said the truth and the truth was ' I don't want to carry a person's child who always forces me into something.' was I wrong?. I don't want his child. I will truly hate them. I removed my hand from my eyes and looked beside myself. Thank goodness, he isn't here. I

“What? No, stupid girl. Austin Aves has put forth a deal and I mean to accept it. The only issue is you.” Me? How can I be an issue here? I don’t even know what is going on. “What does he want?” I ask, curiosity starting to take root. “You. For a minimum of a year.” “Wait what!?” I almost shriek. “What, as some sort of servant?” “You could say that.” My father responds, an ugly sneer coating his face. An uneasy feeling takes over me at this point. “He wants you to be his live-in mistress. Finally something you might even be good at.” my father leers.

Seeing that there was a strain difference between the two, he clapped his hand as if he had figured out something, he soon started asking me some weird questions "Where do you stay?" "I currently live at Damon's mansion" I replied hiding the true reason I was there. "And why are you there? Are you a maid of some sought?" He asked. "No..." I hesitated to give him a direct response but went ahead anyways, "I was their surrogate for nine months, I was carrying Xand.... Damon and Elizabeth baby" "I heard the baby was delivered...." I cut him again to give the straightforward truth, "I am currently pregnant with Damon's child, we both had an affair during his wedding with Alicia saga, currently w

Soon I felt him breathing normally and caressing my scalp. " You're not getting it. Whether you treat me like a mistress or not doesn't matters. Because I'm one. A woman who sleeps with a man without love, a relationship, or before marriage is addressed as a Mistress. On top of that, I get paid for my service every time. Isn't it? " I said and he went stilled. He cursed under his breath and took hold of my chin. " Then tell me what do you want me to do? Should I marry you because of that! " he snapped at me making me cry more. I wept like a baby burying my face in the sheet.

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed

I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

"Remember when he was coming after me and f*cking me instead of you? B*tch, any lady in that position would have carried a f*cking baby or two..." She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to drown out her voice but it wouldn't go away. Her words were now glued to her head and nothing was ever going to push them away. Quietly, she opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling with bleary eyes, a worse realization suddenly suffocating her. Vicenta, the Mistress was pregnant for the Don! Rosana fought everything. The tears. The overwhelming sensations. The ache in her chest. The tightening at the bottom of her stomach. The hurt. Everything!

His lips surrounded her nipple, his teeth nibbling, his tongue licking. Cat jerked forward as his fingers parted her lower pink folds. Cat gripped Eric’s shoulders like a lifeline. Eric ran his fingers around her engorged clit, making her hips writhe. Fire in her blood burned hotter and her skin felt tight. Her breasts were so sensitive from pregnancy, causing a helpless scream to echo around the room. As Eric pulled at her nipple with his teeth and stimulated her clit, her vagina clenched and her body stretched, overwhelmed by the dual sensation. Cat screamed his name and passed out.

"Are you sure you want to side with this bitch and oppose me, one of Mr. Gates' most trusted employees?" Upon hearing this, the person hesitated and dared not say anything further. "Lily, this woman seems to be pregnant!" an observant secretary pointed at my stomach and shouted. Lily's gaze became sharp as she quickly walked up to me and stared at my stomach, as if she were trying to see through it. Lily suddenly laughed, but her cruel expression did not match the laughter, as if she were about to tear me apart the next second. "I never expected that despite all my precautions against the company's shameless women, I'd still fail to guard against you, a sex slave.

I fucked her, hips slamming into hers, she wrapped her legs around me, pressing me deeply inside her, met every thrust. I paused, she cursed under her breath. I leaned down. Bit her neck. “Tell me,” I growled. “Tell me the truth.” I slammed in hard. She moaned, throwing her head back. “They're not mine,” I thrust in again she gasped. And continued. “I faked the pregnancy, told Richard they were his to get him to marry me, I was tired of being his mistress. They're not mine.” I thrust harder, deeper than before, she cried out… nails raking my back. I flipped her onto her stomach. Entered her from behind. I gathered her hair, pulling her head back. “Say it again… did you fuck them?”