Pregnant for My Stalker

by Kalpana Kali

  And she wanted it no other way. This felt right—on her knees, doing what she was told to do felt right.

  Darcie encircled his heavy flesh with her fingers and lifted the head to her lips. She kissed it and tongued it, enjoying the taste of a cock for the first time in her life. The cock in her hand was swelling fast.

  With a sense of loving devotion, Darcie took the great round knob into her mouth and began sucking gently. His skin stayed warm as she licked and slurped it. Slick liquid flowed out of him, mixing with her saliva to create a juicy feel on her lips as she edged them lower on his now rock-hard shaft.

  She could not take it all. Even if she had been an expert it would probably have been too large for her. Instead, she did the best with what she could reach, starting a slow bobbing motion.

  For a moment, she considered how ridiculous she must seem: a girl kidnapped by a twisted recluse and kneeling in the grass of a forest while pleasuring him with her mouth. A sane girl would be crying and weeping in protest. I should be fighting him off. But instead all I want is to make him feel good.

  Darcie brought her left hand up to Dushan’s hefty balls. She stroked down the outside of the cum-laden sack, her fingernails tracing the rough skin there. She held them and lifted them forward, releasing Dushan’s cock head.

  Using her tongue, she bathed his balls, worshiping the place that was the nexus of her destiny. As she reached to suck and kiss all around it, the top of her ear kept flicking against the heavy cock by her head. She pumped the shaft a few times as she finished her oral exploration of Dushan’s scrotum.

  Then it was back to sucking. This time with vigor. More confident in her skill, Darcie reached lower and lower on the wide cock as she stretched her neck forward in an eager rhythm. The skin stayed slick under her lips. The head was leaking more and more as she tongued it.

  Dushan grunted and lifted her by the shoulders.

  She said, “But I wasn’t—”

  His breathing worked up, he turned Darcie around and pressed her forward to a large tree. She grabbed the mossy bark as Dushan pulled her hips back. Darcie braced herself, knowing what was next.

  With a distinct lack of gentleness, Dushan rammed his entire cock into her pussy.

  She screamed in pain.

  Yet her mind became calm with understanding. This was no seduction. He was making sure she learned that he had claimed her for good.

  Dushan pulled back and speared into her even harder.

  Darcie cried out again.

  “Let it all out, Darcie,” Dushan told her as he made a third forceful stroke. “Let out every last bit of who you used to be. No more denying that you’re mine.”

  She gasped as she fought to stay balanced under his fierce thrusts. Her legs were weak, but she willed herself to stay upright and in position. That was her duty now, to be the one who calmed the beast inside Dushan. The one who satisfied his urge to sow his seed in fertile ground.

  Dushan’s fingers dug into Darcie’s waist. His hips slammed her butt with each deep, sharp thrust. Within her, Darcie’s flesh had given up. Unlike the first time, she gave no thought to squeezing the cock or matching Dushan’s motion. She didn’t have the strength.

  “One more time, Darcie,” Dushan growled. He covered her in his large warm body, working himself even deeper into her. “I’m going to cum in you. I’m going to give it to you all the way inside.”

  She wanted to let him know how the thought delighted her. She knew he enjoyed hearing her submission to his impregnation agenda. But there was no speech left within her. She moaned incoherently as her mind said, Oh God, yes! Please! I want it. I want your child in me.

  Dushan let loose his potent load in her with wild thrusts. The erratic motion triggered Darcie’s own orgasm. Even as her lover began slowing, to a soft rocking that squelched against the cum he had left inside her, Darcie peaked into wondrous bliss. More than anything, it was the knowledge of being seeded that gave flight to her pleasure and she rode it high, then floated down like a leaf after a storm.

  “Thank you,” she said, not sure if she was being grateful for her orgasm or the way Dushan had opened up her mind or the gift of motherhood. Or was it for the way her stalker had ripped her out of her old life and given her this newer and more fulfilling role?

  Maybe all of those at once.

  The lesson over, Dushan stroked Darcie’s stomach from behind, the care and compassion in his fingers communicating more than any words could. Silently, he led her back to their bed. He folded Darcie against his hard, strong body and held her protectively until she slept.

  ***

  Sunlight drifted down through the trees in the morning as she awoke. The dark of the previous night had become a golden green shimmer of gently waving leaves. Darcie looked behind her, to the broad-shouldered man sleeping at her back, his arms still wrapped tight about her.

  Her kidnapper was a beautiful soul—warped in some deep and dangerous way, it was true, but beautiful. She wondered what their coming child would look like. Whatever happened, she wanted their child to have Dushan’s passion and purity of desire. The world needed more of that.

  It would be two more days before her parents came back and Darcie would have to answer to reality. She wondered if she would even go back to the house in that time.

  Dushan stirred, nuzzling her neck and kissing her ear.

  “Did you plan breakfast?” she asked him.

  “Donuts. Cops eat donuts for breakfast.”

  “And the little cop inside me?”

  Dushan stiffened. Darcie turned to find a flustered look in Dushan’s blue eyes.

  “I hadn’t thought about that. Oh, man. We need to get you some stuff with iron and protein. Maybe fish. But not tuna. You can’t have tuna anymore at all. Too much mercury. Maybe we could—”

  Darcie shut him up with a kiss on the lips.

  Their love making that morning was sweet and slow. With the daylight came an opportunity to explore what they had missed the night before and they sought out all the hidden places they could find in each other while their bodies brushed and danced together. In the end, when she sensed that Dushan was about to cum, their eyes met. She nodded to him, once more acknowledging what their hope for this mating was—for him to plant his seed in her.

  ***

  As she dressed to go find breakfast, Darcie found the box of morning-after pills she had gotten at school. Looking up, she saw Dushan giving her his boyish happy smile as he pulled his boots on.

  Darcie smiled back, then tossed the pills over her shoulder.

  END

  PREGNANT FOR MY STALKER 3:

  BETH AND THE BILLIONAIRE

  +++

  “All rise!” called the bailiff.

  Beth took a while to comply, still stunned that she was facing so much trouble for telling the truth.

  Stuart Sinclair wasn’t in court. Her stalker was too busy running his mining empire to come to any of the sessions and only his flunky lawyers had shown up.

  At least Judge Delia Johnson had acted like a reasonable woman all through the trial. Beth’s last hope was that she understood as a female what Beth had gone through.

  The bailiff continued, “The High Court of Australia is now in session for final judgment in the case of Sinclair versus Williams, a civil matter of slander and defamation. Please be seated.”

  The judge said, “In considering the evidence, I have made three findings of fact. First, the defendant, Miss Elizabeth Williams, did in fact claim to an interviewer from the Brisbane Morning Report that Stuart Sinclair was stalking her. Second, Mister Sinclair did indeed suffer damages from this claim as his livelihood is in great part dependent on his public image. Finally, this court finds that the claims by Miss Williams are not true.”

  Beth’s heart dropped through the floor. This wasn’t right. He had stalked her. For three weeks, he had shadowed her and told her horrible things about wanting to make her pregnant.

  And now he was going to get away w
ith it.

  The judge said, “Based on the figures given to me by the plaintiff, I award damages to Mister Sinclair in the amount of eight million dollars.”

  Her family would be bankrupt forever. Beth’s father couldn’t afford that.

  “I’m sorry,” said her lawyer. “They just had too much firepower. All those motions to suppress and— My best evidence got flushed out—.”

  “It’s okay, Leonard,” Beth said, though she felt nothing close to okay.

  “Your honor,” said Sinclair’s lawyer. “Your honor, my client wishes to find a settlement.”

  The judge seemed amused. “Your client won.”

  “Yes, you honor, but he is satisfied that his name has been cleared. He feels that this whole situation started with a misunderstanding and in the spirit of conciliation, he desires an alternative to taking everything this young lady and her family has.”

  “I want nothing from him,” Beth shouted. “I don’t care about—”

  Leonard tugged her arm and silenced her.

  Hayman, the other lawyer, continued, “This is exactly what I mean, your honor. The young lady’s anger at my client is needless and he feels that if she spent some time to really know him, she would change her mind. He proposes that they spend an evening together being social. Just one evening. And in return he will forfeit any cash payment.”

  Now it was Leonard who lost his composure. “You want a date? Your client is going to give up eight million dollars for just a date?”

  “My dear sir,” said Hayman, “my client, Stuart Sinclair, has never been afraid to spend his money. But he has also never wasted it. If he’s willing to pay eight million for a night with the young lady, then that means she’s worth it.”

  I’m worth eight million dollars.

  Beth didn’t know whether to feel impressed or dismayed that she had been valued to that amount.

  Leonard said, “Let my client have some time to—”

  “The offer is only good for the next thirty-three seconds.”

  Beth looked around at her father. She thought of all the hard work he had done building his business. She thought of her little brother and sister and how their lives would change without any money.

  “I’ll do it,” she said to the judge.

  “Depending of course on the exact wording of this agreement,” added Leonard.

  “Very well,” said Judge Johnson with a smile. “I’m always gratified to see a case with a happy ending and this is even better since it looks like the start of a happy romance too.”

  No way! I don’t care how handsome, rich and charismatic Stuart Sinclair is, once this night is over, I’m done with him and all his games.

  Beth walked out of the courtroom, shaking her head. She had just been sentenced to go on a date with her stalker.

  ***

  The terms of the agreement were simple. Beth read the contract while Hayman looked on with Leonard.

  1. Miss Williams agrees to dress in the attire provided by Mr Sinclair for each stage/activity of the evening.

  2. Miss Williams agrees to spend no less than 4 hours in the company of Mr. Sinclair.

  3. Miss Williams agrees to participate in all planned social activities.

  4. Miss Williams agrees to maintain a pleasant demeanor for the duration of the evening. If Mr. Sinclair feels that Miss Williams has not been appropriately sociable, the arrangement is null and void.

  5. Miss Williams agrees to participate in all conversations with Mr. Sinclair and any other persons with whom they spend time.

  6. Legal representatives from each side will be present to ensure compliance.

  In other words, she had to show up, stay the whole time, and play nice. Too bad. She had been hoping she could just ignore him.

  “I don’t see any restrictions for Mister Sinclair,” said Leonard. “Suppose he orders Beth to have sex with him as a planned activity?”

  “Don’t be absurd,” said Hayman. “Forcing your client to have sex with him would be a crime. All physical contact will stay entirely within the bounds of a normal night out.”

  Beth tuned them out and signed herself over to Stuart Sinclair for one night.

  ***

  On the afternoon before the date, a package arrived for Beth via courier. Black lace lingerie was the first thing she found inside. Beth made a sound of disgust and threw that aside unexamined. She pulled out a black dress that seemed surprisingly conservative. The flared hem looked to be about knee high and the neckline was a modest sweetheart attached to short cap sleeves. It would accentuate her bust without being obvious about it.

  Sinclair had good taste, she gave him that.

  Shoes were in the package too—pointed, black and sleek. Thankfully, they were ballet flats as Beth had never been able to manage heels.

  Sinclair probably knew that.

  He had also given her a black purse with a pearl clasp. That could be useful, she realized.

  Beth prepared for her date like it was an appointment with the electric chair. After a basic shower she put on unscented deodorant. She refused to wear any perfume or make-up. The more unattractive she could make herself, the better her chances of getting him to back off.

  The lingerie was a problem. It was a revealing lace bra with a band around the bottom that would offer support and help it fit comfortably. Practical and sexy. Beth again found herself admiring Sinclair’s taste. Then she fought off the feeling.

  For a moment she considered just not putting the lingerie on under the dress, but it was better not to give Sinclair a reason to call off the date.

  The rest of the lingerie stuff was confusing.

  Dedicated to school and work, Beth had never been one for dress-up and she didn’t know what half this stuff did. A little pamphlet caught her eye. It was a guide to wearing the lingerie. A small sense of gratitude to Sinclair went through her and she had to slam the door on her feelings again.

  The man was a creep. End of story. Nothing more. Nothing.

  According to the note, Beth would be wearing thigh-high sheer stockings with garters. There was an accompanying garter belt that went over the top of the black lace panties. The stocking garters had to be clipped to the belt using the slings on the side.

  It turned out not to be complicated at all.

  And it was sexy. Beth could not deny that she felt like a new, more sensual, person when she looked in the mirror. And she looked like a knockout.

  Good thing he had included that written guide. It meant that— No. It was not a good thing. It was just him controlling her again, making her into what he wanted. What he—

  He had known exactly what bra size to buy her. How disconcerting was that?

  She threw the dress on, hoping to escape the fact that Stuart Sinclair was making her feel sexy.

  But things only got worse. Walking around in that conservative dress, knowing that she was covered in sinful seduction wear underneath, heightened her sense of overcharged sexuality.

  Beth paced about until the arrival of the limousine Sinclair had sent to pick her up. The back seat was covered in leather. Everything was soft and smelled new. Beth sank into the seat, unable to keep from admiring the opulence of the evil man’s car.

  Okay, maybe evil was a bit strong. But he wasn’t a good guy.

  Beth recalled how this had all started. Sinclair had walked into Cafe Rouge, her father’s little restaurant, and taken a corner table by himself. He was dressed like a construction worker and didn’t stand out because many mining companies had offices in that area. Beth had served him his coffee—black, no sugar—and he had sat there sipping it for an hour, while he ordered refills. Once, when Carla had tried to serve him, he had politely asked for ‘the blond girl’ to serve him.

  The others had teased Beth about her new ‘boyfriend’ of course. And it was even a little fun that first week when he would come in, still wearing the construction crew outfit, and drink Beth’s coffee and admire her from a distance. Being so busy helping
to run the restaurant, they didn’t have many long conversations, but he was charming and polite when they chatted.

  For Beth’s part, she noticed he was handsome under his stubble and rumpled clothes. And his construction work seemed to have made him fit in that lean way you never got in the gym. If he cleaned up, he could be a model. The tablet computer he used constantly told her he wasn’t a typical construction worker, but it never pricked her as strange. Even little kids had those things nowadays.

  The situation went bad very quickly, however.

  One day as he was paying, the strange construction worker, whose name Beth still hadn’t learned, said to her, “You would look so beautiful pregnant. I hope the treatments work out.”

  “What are— How do you know about me and— How do you know about that!?”

  “Oh, you know, you hear things. One of the servers must have mentioned it.”

  Beth looked closely at the man in front of her. His eyes seemed to shine discussing the idea of her getting pregnant. But only her doctor knew she had signed up for an experimental fertility drug trial. Only her doctor even knew she had a problem. He had found it during a routine exam a few years before, when she was still in high school.

  “I think you need to leave,” she told the man who was clearly stalking her.

  He smiled, like she had told him to have a nice day. “I’m just a man admiring a woman. Nothing more.”

  “You’re a creep. Get out.”

  “See you tomorrow then.”

  “Don’t come back.”

  But he had come back, taking his seat as if nothing had changed.

  Beth strode over to demand he leave and he just smiled and said, “Good afternoon. Feeling better?”

  This guy was crazy. She could see that now. His mind didn’t process reality right. Beth got her father out of the back office, explaining the situation. Her dad ordered the stalker out and the man went without conflict. All he said was, “As the grandfather of my future child, I respect you too much to fight you, sir.”