1. Knocking up


    Date: 5/6/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: williamss30, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    One of the fantasies I often go back to is one where I’m not so much physically tormented as psychologically. In this fantasy, I work in the high powered corporate world. I’m ruthless and successful and good looking. I strut around in sexy business wear that’s just risqué enough to excite the men around me but still acceptable in the office. I have the perfect body. I fuck whoever I want to and I make my disdain clear for women who do something as useless as staying home and having c***dren. A big promotion is coming up when one of the senior people is retiring and competition for the spot is beyond fierce. I have my eye on the prize. But so does someone else. Someone else who decides that I not only need to be taken out of race, but I need to be taken down a peg or twenty. His plan isn’t all that difficult, it just requires timing. He bribes my usual doctor into prescribing a new kind of birth control for me, the kind that he says “may stop your periods altogether”. Of course I’m all for it thinking it’ll be great to fuck raw every day of the month. I don’t think twice before filling the prescription and taking it. Only, it’s not birth control. It’s a fertility d**g. I find myself hornier than usual, but I don’t notice anything much. And this competitor of mine? He comes to me and says that he knows that I’ll be getting that promotion, so he wants to get in good with the boss lady while he can, before he goes on his extended business trip. And I let him. He’s fantastic in ...
    bed, I spread my legs for him willingly. He seems intensely into me as well. Every time he fucks me for all he’s worth, and he cums so hard in my unprotected pussy. All the while I think I’m completely safe. I don’t need condoms. We’re all clean around here, right? And I’m on birth control, right? My period stops, just like the doctor said it might, and I don’t think anything of it. I start to notice that my breasts are sore, and they’re a bit bigger. My clothes are tighter. I tell myself it’s weight gain and I hit the gym extra hard. For weeks upon weeks I can’t figure it out. Then, one day, I’m looking at myself in the mirror. The rest of me hasn’t really gained weight, just my breasts and my tummy. Only, it feels firm instead of flabby, and I can’t really suck it in. Then, as I’m touching my rounding tummy, I feel something move inside me. I feel a tiny kick. Horrified, I realize what’s been happening to me. I pray it isn’t true, but when I go to the doctor’s office, he confirms it is. I’m knocked up. And not just knocked up, I’m a little over four months along. I’m already in my second trimester. He informs me that it’s too late now. Most doctors won’t perform an abortion this late. I’m trapped. I have to have this baby. I’m devastated and furious. I wait for the man who knocked me up to return from his overseas business a couple of weeks later. I’m waiting for him in his office, full of anger and resentment. I barely wait until he closes the door to say, “You asshole.” He ...
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