1. Knocking up


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

    and in love. And I have to play along. He tells me that we’re getting married soon. Soon enough, I’m huge. All those stylish clothes are a thing of the past now that I’m waddling down the halls in maternity dresses that only make my condition more obvious, make my belly look that much bigger. I’m a joke to people now. I’m just another mommy who couldn’t handle a real career. I have to fake happiness at our sham wedding, the white dress tight over my seven and a half months pregnant belly. When he gets me home that night, he says that it’s time to start learning how to be a good wife. The first lesson is keeping your husband satisfied. He puts me on all fours and pushes up the wedding dress he hasn’t let me take off and he rams into me without caring if it hurts. I tell him to please stop, it’s hurting me. He says good wives don’t complain, they learn to take it. I try to tell him I won’t let him do this to me, I’ll tell people he’s r****g me and abusing me. I try to get away from him. He pushes me down onto the bed, on my back and pins me. He tells me, “You know what the only think worse for you than having this baby is? Not having this baby? I don’t mind you fighting me once and a while, it’s fun. And I love when you tell me how much it hurts. I’m sure eventually you’ll come to need it like a slut. But if you try anything like what you’re suggesting, you’re gonna have an excruciating, bl**dy miscarriage and everyone’s going to know you caused it deliberately, that you ...
    killed our precious little baby just because you’re an evil bitch. I think you can go to prison for something like that. Is that what you want.” I shake my head. “No,” I whimper. He spreads my legs wide and says, “Let’s try this again.” He seems to like it when I start crying, or when he’s slamming into me so hard that I have to hold onto my belly with both hands. I keep hoping he’ll cum quickly, but he takes his time. It seems to last forever, and I’m bruised inside and out after he’s done. That becomes my life. I hate him and I resent him more than I can say, but I’m powerless. I have to let him fuck me in any way he wants, no matter how degrading or painful. If he wants to use me as his footstool for hours while he watches TV and works on his laptop, I have to let him. If he wants me to suck him off I have to get on my knees and make it good. If he wants to jam sex toys into my ass, my pussy or just shove his own sizable cock there, I have to take it. Then the day I’ve been dreading arrives. I go into labor, two weeks overdue. He’s taken some time off of work so he can be there with me when it happens. Only, I don’t get to go to a hospital. I don’t even get a doula or a midwife. I have to do it all on my own, unassisted. He has no mercy on me while I’m in labor. He tells me that since the baby’s on the way, I need to make sure the house is spic and span. While I’m having contractions, I’m cleaning and sweeping and doing laundry. It’s agony every time I have a contraction. He ...
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