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For a few precious months Juliette Barnes was actually happy. This was a newsworthy event. Literally. All the gossip magazines and shows had picked up on it, some even correctly guessing the reason for this was a new lover.
However none of them guessed it was her female assistant, and Juliette should know as she spent an embarrassing amount of time checking everything said and written about her just in case there was one piece of evidence about her lesbian affair, or even just a guess at it.
But there was nothing, which was mostly just as disconcerting. Because whenever Juliette found happiness something inevitably went wrong.
Given the amount of times she had been burnt Juliette deserve to be a little paranoid, but thanks to her pregnancy hormones doubling and strengthening her already temperamental mood swings she knew for a fact she gave poor Emily more grief than she deserved, always giving her the third degree whenever they were apart for more than five seconds before bursting into tears and apologising.
It was embarrassing really. At least she had the excuse of being pregnant, and once she got through the worst of the morning sickness Juliette almost didn't mind it. Although only because she had Emily around to make her feel wanted as parts of her body swelled to a ridiculous proportion considering her size.
When her due date arrived Juliette was almost sorry to see her pregnancy ending. Mostly because it was a good excuse to fuck Emily, and while she knew it was ridiculous part of Juliette was still afraid that this whole lesbian thing was going to turn out to be a phase for her.
Just a really weird pregnancy craving, and when she finally gave birth she wouldn't find Emily attractive any more, condemning her to the unfulfilling sex she'd been having before her pregnancy.
But no. Juliette wouldn't let that happen. She would get this thing out of her, and then she would face her sexual identity crisis discreetly, and ideally end up dating Emily.
Of course then her due date came and went and Juliette felt like she would do anything to get this nightmare over with. She'd try anything. And she did. She tried everything, from laying in difficult positions, to uncomfortable exercises, and of course plenty of sex with Emily.
Nothing seemed to work. Then Juliette stumbled across a particularly wicked idea on the Internet, and while it did initially freak her the fuck out she was so very, very desperate.
And seeing how Emily had sworn she would do anything for her, and had proven time and time again she would, it seemed only natural Juliette would once again push her luck.
So the next time they were alone and naked together Juliette bought it up, although she waited until they had kissed for like an hour so that Emily would be properly be in the mood.
"Babe, could we try something new?" Juliette asked nervously.
Raising an eyebrow Emily replied, "What exactly?"
Unable to stop herself from smirking Juliette pointed out, "What happened to yes Juliette, anything you want."
Emily blushed slightly, and admitted, "Well... yeah, I'd do just about anything for you. You know that. But we've done so many new things lately I'm not sure there's anything else to do."
"Fisting?" Juliette pointed out.
"Okay, there's that." Emily conceded, before realisation hit. "Wait, is that what you want?"
"Yeah..." Juliette said nervously, and then seeing the apprehension on Emily's face quickly added, "It's supposed to be good for triggerin' labour, and I feel like this thing has been inside of me forever, and I just want it to be over. Please Emily, I'm beggin' you. I'm willing to try anythin' at this point. Do anything. I'll, I'll pay you whatever you want. I just-"
"It's not about money!" Emily snapped, "You and me, has never been about money. You hear?"
Sadly it wasn't that simple, but Juliette didn't want to argue about it, so she simply smiled softly and said, "I know. I'm sorry it's just, I want this to be over. The pregnancy! To be clear, I want the pregnancy to be over so I can get on with my life. I, I need your help to do that Emily. Please? We can ease into it however you want, just please, fist me."
There was a long pause and then Emily grumbled, "Well, I suppose if we ease into it."
Juliette smiled widely, relief filling her system as she leaned in for another kiss, "Thank you thank you thank you."
Emily might have rolled her eyes a little, but Juliette didn't complain about it as she was too busy pressing her lips to hers, while Emily's annoyance at being manipulated into yet another kinky act faded away as soon as Juliette's lips pressed against her own.
Oh God, did Emily love kissing Juliette Barnes. Kissing her boss. Which shouldn't be a turn on, but after all this time Emily figured she might as well embrace it.
It wasn't like anyone else would ever let her forget it if the truth about them became public, and at this point she actually hoped it would, because as exciting as the sneaking around was Emily would gladly give it up, and her job, if it meant being with Juliette.
She severely doubted that Juliette would feel the same way when the pregnancy was finally done with, but Emily couldn't help but live in hope. After all, Juliette was so sweet to her sometimes, and the way she had been talking lately almost made Emily believe she felt the same way. And even if she didn't Emily wanted to enjoy every precious moment she got with Juliette, and if that meant living in a dream world so be it.
Given Juliette's interest in her would probably end after the pregnancy a big part of Emily was just trying to talk herself out of triggering labour, but she could tell the woman she loved was in pain, and she couldn't just leave her to suffer. She wasn't sure she could have done that to her worst enemy, let alone to her precious Juliette. So Emily did what was good for Juliette and not herself. Again.
At least that meant she got a long make out session and plenty of time to worship Juliette's neck and pregnancy swollen tits, even if particularly the last thing made her boss whimper and grumble softly in frustration, and eventually even gently pushed down on her head.
Even as Juliette pushed down though Emily stayed where she was, slowly kissing her way down one boob and up the other so she could take each nipple in turn into her mouth and then lick and suck on it. Partly because this might be the last time she did it, and partly because she really just wanted to properly prepare Juliette for what was to come.
Then Juliette whimpered softly, "Please Emily, lick me. Lick my pussy. Please? I need it so bad! Oh yes, that's it Emily, go lower. Lower! Oooooooh please, please Emily, I need you."
Helpless to resist any more Emily slowly kissed her way down to Juliette's now comically swollen stomach considering the size of the tiny singer, lingering there for almost a full minute as she covered that big belly in kisses.
But Juliette begging for her to go lower so there was only so long Emily could resist before she positioned herself exactly where the other girl wanted her. Which was of course in between her legs.
Although as much as part of her wanted to Emily didn't dive right in, because again this could be her final chance to do this, and she wanted to savour every moment of it, including the sight and the smell of Juliette's wet pussy, Emily finding both those things wonderfully intoxicating. Then finally she leaned forward, closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and gave Juliette what she really wanted.
Meanwhile Juliette had of course kept begging, "Lick me! Lick my fuckin' cunt you dyke! Oh fuck Emily, please, I just can't take anymore. I need my cunt licked. And I need it to licked by you. Mmmmmm, please Emily, you're by far the best at licking my cunt, so please just do it. Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh, become my personal little cunt licker again. Please, I oooooooohhhhhhhhh Gawwwwwwwd!"
Juliette was more patient with Emily than any of her male lovers, mostly because her patience was rewarded with incredible orgasms no one else had been able to give her, but she also genuinely cared about her.
Not that could stop her from inevitably begging, especially as most of the time, when she started she instantly got what she wanted.
Thankfully this time was like most, and Juliette barely got into her dirty talk stride when she felt Emily's tongue press against the bottom of her pussy and slowly work her way up to the top, causing the famous singer's words to become lost in a long loud moan of pleasure.
More moans quickly followed, along with groans, gasps, cries and whimpers of delight as Emily did what she did best, take care of Juliette's needs. In this case that meant quickly settling into a steady pussy licking, which was wonderful.
Even if Emily ignored her clit. At least for now. But Juliette knew all she had to do was ask, and even if she didn't she was confident Emily would do it in her own accord.
