"Women are far more devious than men! There is no doubt about it." As I am repeatedly violated by a number of women with strap-ons this is the thought going through my head. "How did this come to pass," you may ask.
Quite simple actually. I come from a family, that, as open as they are to just about anything, is not all that open to "alternative lifestyles". Now, before you ask, I am not gay. However, I am into the Dominant/submissive life. My family disowned me after they found out that I am a switch and that I own several slaves as well as am slave to a very cruel Mistress.
I wasn't always this way. In fact, it wasn't until I was blackmailed into my first scene that I learned that this is truly who I am. Perhaps I should've known better but the flesh is weak and I was hard pressed to turn down a woman as lovely and as horny as Felicia.
Felicia is 5' 7.5" tall, has raven black hair that hangs to her ankles, the most incredible violet-shaded eyes and is constantly horny. What really got my attention though was her nicely rounded belly. You see Felicia is 6 months pregnant. She also is one of those women with a problem pregnancy. The problem being her husband—he won't make love to her for fear of harming the twins. Idiot!! She, on the other hand, has raging hormones and an insatiable need for sex.
Well, his problem, turned out to be my opportunity. At least it seemed like one at the time. As it turned out the opportunity was all hers. Once I made my move on her I was doomed.
Felicia had my number right from the start. She knew that my need for pregnant sex was greater than even hers. When I was near her she made sure to tease me senseless. Bending over the copier was the simplest act yet it left those gorgeous, milk-filled, corn-fed breasts exposed to my lustful gaze. At night I dreamed of putting my lips on them and sucking them dry. I wanted to taste her mother's milk sliding over my tongue then move lower to feel it combine with her pussy juices as I licked her slowly from outer lips to inner ones.
I dreamt of what it would be like to have her sitting on my face enjoying the weight and feel of her over me. To see her pendulous black breasts, filled with the milk I desired to drink from her, hanging down over me as she descended upon me to make me eat her shaven pussy out completely was heaven indeed.
I can almost smell the scent of her arousal as her pussy came closer and closer to my tongue. I can almost feel the weight of her body upon me and the warmth and wetness of her horny mouth as it engulfed my rigid member slowly and all the way to the root.
Alas, I could only dream of this, masturbate to this, until that fateful morning that she lost her job with the company. You see, the owner of this company thought it would not look right to have a pregnant woman around, especially as we produced, distributed and sold contraceptive products. What a royal ass my boss is, but, hey, if she decides to sue the company and subpoenas me as a witness as to the reason for her dismissal, well, I can't deny a subpoena can I? Not that I would even if it wasn't for what happened next.
Felicia, who had become close friends with me almost immediately after she joined the company 3 years ago, came to me to cry on my shoulder and being as close as we were I offered to take her out someplace to relax and cry on my shoulder. Obviously letting her drink is something I would not let her do, but there were other things that we could go out to do and relax that were not overly strenuous.
Now I must tell you I have a taste for the exotic, and I do mean in EVERY way, and Felicia is most definitely my type: drop dead gorgeous, a subtle tease even when she doesn't realize she is doing it, mocha chocolate and pregnant with a capital p. I suppose it must have been obvious to her, though I, myself, was ignorant of it at the time, that I was attracted to pregnant women and lost a good chunk of that attraction once the child or children arrived.
I guess she must have known that, considering how sexy I considered her normally, her pregnancy would make her nearly irresistible to me. And she was not wrong! Several days before she knew it herself I had remarked to her that she had that glow of a pregnant woman. Today, as we sat in a very secluded section of a very dark pub, she asked me how I knew.
"It wasn't tough to tell," I said, "You are glowing even more than you normally do. To me that says either you've just been fucked—and you didn't look or smell like that was the case—or you are pregnant. I just assumed it was pregnancy."
"You are right," she said, "Unfortunately, it is my current state that got me fired."
I about jumped through the fucking roof.
"What?" I practically growled, "That asshole fired you for getting pregnant?"
"Yes, he said it was inappropriate given our line of business," she said, "But I never considered that I would get fired for not using the company's products myself when I started working here."
"They can't do that," I said, "Just give me a few minutes with that asshole alone and I will straighten his ass out.!"