by Freya Kane
The fantasy that crawled into my mind at the moment of orgasm made me shiver. It was me between Jason and Mr. Everett. Jason’s cock was stretching my ass and Mr. Everett was buried in my pussy. I felt so filled and aroused beyond the point of sense.
Would Jason share me? Would Mr. Everett let another man into his office? It would certainly be worth a try.
I did always get what I wanted.
***
Months had passed and I kept seeing Mr. Everett on the sly. I had broken the news to Jason that I was pregnant, and I told him that I wasn’t going to force anything on him. I hadn’t really expected straight-laced Jason to have a pregnancy fetish, but as my belly grew rounder he seemed even more attracted to me.
As for Mr. Everett? He was absolutely insatiable.
Mr. Everett was staring at my with naked lust. Once again, we were in the office alone. He sat behind that monolith of a desk where I’d spent so much time laying on my back. The only light filtered from a dim lamp at his side as he poured over reports before giving up on the pretense.
Mr. Everett closed the file with an audible snap and looked up at me, pure hunger across his face. “Has your milk come in yet? I’ve been dying to get a taste.”
That low, silky voice immediately got me wet, and the growing grin on his face told me that Mr. Everett knew just where my mind had gone. "It has." I peeled off my shirt and bra, offering my milk-swollen breast to my boss.
Mr. Everett wrapped his lip around my nipple while his hand went underneath my skirt, shoving aside the wet crotch of my panties to bury two fingers inside my aching pussy.
The unfamiliar sensation of my milk being sucked from me had me shivered, my pussy muscles squeezing Mr. Everett's fingers as my juices poured over his hand.
“Add another finger,” I moaned.
Mr. Everett did me one better. He added two. I felt stuffed full as he fucked me with his hand. A moment later he switched to the other breast, sucking hard enough that I was gasping at the pressure. His thumb brushed over my clit and I came, squeezing his fingers while he swallowed my milk down.
He pushed me up onto the desk, my huge belly making quick movements hard.
And speaking of hard, Mr. Everett's dick was threatening to split his zipper in two. He unzipped quickly, only pausing long enough to order me to spread my legs. Then he was pounding inside me, his girth stretching my pussy.
“I’m starting to get tired of sharing you,” he growled. “I don’t know why you haven’t dumped that idiot boy yet.”
“Why Mr. Everett, I think you’re jealous!” My efforts at sounding coquettish fell flat as my voice broke in a low moan.
My mind slipped back to the fantasy of being shared between Jason and my boss. I knew neither of them would ever agree to share me if I brought it up casually, so if I did want to make that happen, I'd need to be devious. It was risky, and I could end up losing them both, but the potential payoff had me more than ready to take that chance.
The truth was, I was sick of the game myself, and I knew I wanted Mr. Everett. But I wanted this one chance at having both of them at once before I broke things off with Jason.
“Soon,” I groaned, shuddering as a second climax took me, and Mr. Everett was following me a moment later, spilling his come inside me.
When I caught my breath I added “I think about you fucking me all the time. You’re all I want. Jason’s away for the weekend, so I’d like for you to come over to my house and fuck me in my own bed. That way when he does come home, and I give him one last fuck before I end it I can still think about you while he’s inside me.”
Mr. Everett’s eyes darkened at my suggestion.
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
“I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
***
I hurried home, sending a quick text to Jason.
Planning something kinky tonight. Get home in about an hour.
Then all that was left to do was wait.
***
Jason came home first, as expected. He was already hard when he walked in the door to find me naked and sprawled across the bed in anticipation, my swollen belly and breasts drawing his attention first. He pulled me into a kiss before asking, “So what’s the kinky part?”
“The kinky part is on the way,” I murmured, unzipping Jason’s pants and tugging them down and off, dragging his shoes and socks with them. Following my lead, Jason yanked off his shirt.
“Lay down,” I directed, straddling Jason’s legs as I took his length into my mouth. Naked and on my hands and knees, I knew just what part of me would be on display when Mr. Everett walked in. I intended to have Jason in such a desperate state by then that he wouldn’t even care that another man was plowing into me.
I used every trick I could think of, giving a performance that would impress a porn star. I took every inch of Jason into my throat and bobbed my head like I didn’t even know what a gag reflex was. Every time I felt Jason’s balls begin to tighten when he got close, I pulled back. All the while my pussy ached for attention.
“Well well, what a sight this is.”
Jason jumped, obviously shocked at hearing another male voice in the room. “What the fuck?” he said, his arousal warring with his confusion.
Lifting my mouth off his cock with a pop, I spoke up. “This is the ‘something kinky’ that I mentioned Jason. Haven't you ever thought about watching me with another man? I know you've watched a lot of videos like this. You don't clear your browser history very well." I ducked my head back down and closed my lips around the head of Jason’s cock, sucking hard.
“Fuck Margot!” he moaned, tangling his hand in my hair. “Sure, anything you want. Just don’t stop doing that.”
I felt Mr. Everett’s hands press against my hips, pulling me flush against his body. When it seemed obvious that Jason didn’t intend to run, I heard the soft sound of Mr. Everett’s zipper. An instant later, I couldn’t hold back the yelp when his cock speared me.
Jason grunted, and I felt a spurt of precome in my mouth. “Is he inside you?” Jason ground out, his voice choked with arousal.
Lifting my mouth, I replied. “Yes. There’s another man’s dick inside me right now, Jason-“ My words cut off into a gasp of pleasure as Mr. Everett’s fingers found my clit. I took Jason back into my mouth and hummed, the vibrations and the overstimulation enough to have Jason exploding and filling my mouth with his salty cream.
I kept sucking through the aftershocks before I let him slip from my lips, and turned my entire focus to Mr. Everett. Jason was slumped back against the headboard, watching his every thrust.
In a move that surprised me, Jason crawled forward and pressed his hand between my legs, finding my slippery clit as Mr. Everett continued to pump into me. Feeling Jason’s fingers on my body, so close to where Mr. Everett was penetrating me had me shaking and sobbing in orgasm in minutes.
Mr. Everett had pressed his lips to my shoulder. My climax tightened my pussy around Mr. Everett’s length, and he roared as he emptied himself into me.
***
Jason moved out not long after our threesome. “It’s not because of what happened,” he said. “Honestly, it was the hottest thing we’ve ever done, and I’m glad we did it. But I’m guessing that isn’t the first time.”
I shook my head. “I should have been more honest with you. The baby is his.” I hung my head, feeling terrible, but Jason just smiled.
“It’s fine Margot. We had a lot of awesome sex. Let's end it on a high note." His eyes raked my body one last time. "You look so fucking hot with that huge pregnant belly, I don't even care that it's not mine. I'm just glad I got to fuck you while you looked like that."
I couldn’t very well get mad at him for that!
“Call me, John,” Mr. Everett demanded when I walked into the office the next day. Forcing my brain to think of him as anything but fierce Mr. Everett was difficult, but I knew the reason for his sudden insistence.
I had just been a girl before
– nothing more than a plaything. He might have been fond of me or even just fond of fucking me, but even after I had gotten pregnant I still wasn’t completely his.
“You’re something special,” he growled, brushing my hair away from my shoulder. His fingers brushed my belly and I shivered. His very presence had made my body hunger for him in the past, but now his touch set me on fire.
I wasn’t sure what the future would bring between us, but I didn’t need forever, at least not yet.
What I needed were dark eyes and a sharp tongue, all wrapped up in the wicked package of John Everett. He had started out as just a means to an end at getting me the life and the success I wanted. He had more than fulfilled his end of the bargain, even if the life he had given me wasn’t quite what I expected from the beginning.
I’m still Margot Patrick. Still an overachiever and a model employee. I still overthink most parts of my life, but now I’m something else.
I’m his.
Pregnant Brat
by
Freya Kane
Princess.
That’s what they call me.
Brat.
Bitch.
Spoiled.
Always spoiled.
I can’t help it though. It’s just how I was raised.
My mother raised me by myself. My father had left her with a fat alimony check and run off with his secretary, and my mother was happy to hand me off to nannies and tutors while she had a relationship with his money. Needless to say, she and I never were particularly close.
But I learned everything from her.
You see, I had a sugar daddy.
John Danner was the opposite of me in every way. While I was frivolous, he was hard-working. While I barely even bothered to fake an interest in my own future, he actually seemed to care.
I was his assistant, and since he had an incredibly demanding job running one of the most profitable companies in the country, I was at his beck and call 24/7. So much that he insisted I move in with him.
I was twenty, and while most people my age were in college, I was content to spend my free time shopping and lazing by the pool. After all, my mother had managed to land herself a rich husband, and I was even hotter than she was. I didn’t exactly need a college degree to get what I wanted.
I just needed to make like me enough to keep me around.
I had just come in from the pool, and I was just wearing a tiny pink bikini. Mr. Danner’s wife was off at some spa retreat for the weekend and he was at work. Or at least, I thought he was.
That's right. He was married, but like most marriages with people of his income bracket, they were spouses in name only. They had separate bedrooms, their own affairs, and their own lives.
“Do you ever plan to actually do anything with your life other than tan and shop?”
I jumped as Mr. Danner’s deep voice boomed through the hallway.
“John,” I said, turning to face him and sticking my ample chest out. “I didn’t realize you were home yet.”
Mr. Danner strode towards me, looking imposing as always in his dark suit. He stood still in front of me and his eyes raked my body. “This really is all you do every day. You’ve never earned a single thing in your life.” He gripped my chin in his hand and forced me to look up into his dark eyes. “You’re spoiled.”
I took a step back, bristling with anger as I pushed his hand away. “So what if I am? I do my job when I’m needed. I can do whatever I want in my free time. It’s not like you’re going to stop me!”
I turned on my heel and started to walk away, but suddenly I felt Mr. Danner’s strong hands around my waist, slinging me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. “Let me down!” I shrieked, struggling against his iron grip.
Mr. Danner ignored me and carried me into the living room before dropping me unceremoniously on the couch. Before I could react to the indignity of it all, Mr. Danner had sat down next to me and was pulling me across his lap. My ass was up in the air, and he yanked my swimsuit bottoms down.
He couldn’t seriously be about to do what I thought he was!
“You’re going to speak to me with respect. My name is Mr. Danner unless I tell you differently. And if you’re going to act like a naughty child, I’ll spank you like one,” he growled, and a moment later the first smack came down on my bare ass.
I yelped, but it was more from surprise than actual pain. Mr. Danner wasn’t hitting me hard, but I was far more nervous that he would notice something else.
I was absolutely soaking wet.
I’d been having dirty thoughts about my boss for ages, but it was getting harder and harder to hide them. As soon as I’d see him, my panties would be dripping and my nipples would be hard. Feeling his strong arms as he carried me like I was nothing, and then his dominance as he pulled down my swimsuit bottoms to punish me? Fuck, I was more turned on than I’d ever been. And it was only a matter of time until he noticed.
I shifted my hips a bit, and my legs fell open baring the wet pink slit of my pussy to Mr. Danner’s gaze. In the same moment, I felt the hard bulge of his erection press against my stomach.
Mr. Danner was rock hard.
His hand paused in the air. “You’re wet,” he said.
I didn't think I really needed to confirm what we both already knew, so instead, I spread my legs a bit wider. Mr. Danner didn't act for a few moments, obviously mulling over what was the right thing to do. Finally, he brought his hand down in another slap, gentler this time, but instead of landing on my now red ass cheeks, this one landed on the swollen cleft of my pussy.
Despite the lightness of the slap, every part of my body lit up in pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t hold back the low moan that came out of me. “Yes, Mr. Danner,” I groaned. “I am spoiled! Punish me more!”
Mr. Danner raised his hand again and brought it back down on my pussy for a second time, but instead of reaching up for a third slap, I felt him slide two fingers inside my channel.
"So tight," he growled, plunging them in and out slowly. "I wonder how else I should punish you."
“Any way you want, Mr. Danner!” I begged. I wriggled my hips and felt the hard bulge underneath me get impossibly larger.
Mr. Danner pushed me off his lap and onto my hands and knees on the couch. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzip his pants and pull out his impressive cock. Mr. Danner’s erection had to be at least nine inches long and incredibly thick. He was huge!
“Is this what you want, my spoiled little brat?” he said, turning so that he was lined up behind me.
"Yes, Mr. Danner!” I groaned, but something gave me pause. “But I’m not on the pill, Mr. Danner. You just have to pull out so I don’t get pregnant.”
Mr. Danner smiled, “Of course, baby. I promise I won’t come inside you.”
Something in Mr. Danner’s smile told me that he wasn’t being totally truthful, but I was honestly way too turned on to care at this point.
“Fuck me, Mr. Danner!”
Mr. Danner lined his hard cock up against my slit and slammed inside.
FUCK, it felt incredible! My quick look at Mr. Danner’s cock over my shoulder hadn’t prepared me for just how enormous his cock was. I hadn’t been a virgin for years, but my pussy had always stayed tight, and Mr. Danner’s girth was stretching every part of me.
“I’m going to fuck the spoiled right out of you,” Mr. Danner growled. His hands held my hips tightly, and I knew I’d have finger shaped bruises marking me by tomorrow. His body slapped against my tender ass, reminding me of the spanking I’d been given.
“YES YES YES!” I was sobbing with every jarring thrust, and I could already feel my orgasm starting to build as every hard thrust bumped my G-spot.
“Don’t you dare come,” Mr. Danner ordered. “You’re being punished, my little brat. Don’t you forget that. You don’t come until I’ve decided that you earned it.”
“Nooooo,” I whined, tears springing to my eyes in frustration. I was already so fucking
close to coming, and Mr. Danner was telling me no. But somehow I knew that if I disobeyed him on this the fun would be all over. I’d get that one orgasm and then I’d be back to lusting after Mr. Danner and fingering my pussy.
I pushed down the rising tide of pleasure, forcing my tightly coiled muscles to relax as Mr. Danner’s thrusts grew even harder. “Such a perfect, tight little pussy,” Mr. Danner moaned. “I think I’m going to come inside it after all. I think getting you pregnant will be the perfect punishment.”