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I know it’s dangerous to walk through a poorly lit public park at three AM, but after two nights shattered by strange, unearthly howls I can’t keep my curiosity at bay any longer. I’ve always loved animals, and I’ve never heard anything like this before. I’m not too worried - the biggest creatures around here are deer, and the industrial flashlight I wield should make a decent weapon against human predators.
That musical howl pierces the night again and I veer towards the sound, picking my way through the dense brush and cursing my choice of shoes. The forest is so dense none of the full moon’s light shines through the canopy, leaving the floor in an impenetrable darkness. Even my flashlight doesn’t seem to help.
I crash through the woods in the general direction of the howl, but there’s no sign of any strange animals. There’s no sign of any animals, actually. No night birds sing, no crickets chirp. Even the wind through the leaves seems to have gone silent. The back of my neck prickles as if there are eyes on me, inexplicable terror freezing my blood in my veins.
The howl rips through the darkness like a tangible thing, echoing between the trees until it seems as if it’s coming from every direction at once. It’s closer now. Far too close.
I take off in a random direction like a startled rabbit, wild and thoughtless with animal terror. I don’t think about which way the path is, or the nearby highway. All I care about is getting away from what I can feel in my bones is a dangerous thing.
I don’t make it far before I hear footsteps behind me. Pounding, heavy steps, like whatever hunts me is taking massive bounding strides. Whatever it is must be huge, far bigger than any buck. I push myself to run harder, stumbling in my panic, but the creature grows closer by the second.
I hear it’s labored panting a moment before a crushing weight hits me from behind, forcing the breath from my lungs. My flashlight flies from my hand and into the dense brush, shrouding the trees in darkness. Suddenly I’m wheezing into the dirt, crushed to the earth by something heavy and hot and covered in thick fur. I can feel powerful muscles rippling against my back when it moves against me.
The monster shoves a wet nose against my neck, breathing heavily against my skin and inducing a shiver despite myself. A long, hot tongue swipes over me, followed by a growling groan. I’m too stunned to move, quivering in fear as I wait for this thing to devour me.
But the creature does no such thing. Instead it - or, he, as is quickly made abundantly clear - presses me more firmly into the ground with his hips, and I feel something hard and throbbing against my ass. The creature growls again, and I can feel the vibration of it against my spine. He pushes into me rhythmically, rutting against me, and a new terror floods through me.
I begin to struggle again with renewed desperation, clawing at the damp forest floor to drag myself out from under this beast. The only thing worse than being killed by him was being fucked by him, surely. He huffs in annoyance - a strangely human sound - and an impossibly strong arm matted with fur is shoved under my chest, holding me firmly against him. A giant hand paws roughly down my side, curved claws catching in the fabric and tearing it away as if it were paper.
He only seems to grow more excited when I’m exposed to the chill night air. I’m both shocked and ashamed to feel wetness cooling between my legs. The monster’s insistent humping grows more frantic, his throbbing cock slipping between my cheeks and rubbing over my pussy as he tries to line himself up with my dripping hole. I thrash beneath his weight, desperate to get away before he can ruin me. In response, hot breath washes over the back of my neck. Long, sharp teeth clamp gently around my throat, just hard enough to dent the flesh. I stop struggling immediately, the message clear.
The head of the creature’s cock pokes at my entrance and I can’t muffle my gasp. It’s so hot, so big, I can feel just the tip stretching me. He gives me no time to fall back into fear, shoving into me as deep as he can manage with a satisfied groan that rattles the teeth against my neck. I cry out, afraid I’ll be split in two. It’s far bigger than anything I’ve ever taken. I’ve never felt so utterly full before.
The monster pumps into me at a steady pace, the hand wrapped around my chest cupping my belly instead, pulling my hips more firmly into every thrust until I’m sure the head must be in my womb. His grunts and the wet sounds of his cock pounding into me fill my ears, his jaws flexing around my throat. I’m ashamed to feel arousal dripping down my thighs, familiar heat growing in my stomach despite the ache of being stretched so completely. How could this be turning me on?
I don’t know how long he fucks me into the dirt. I stop caring after awhile, unable to focus on anything but the constant, powerful in-and-out of his cock, the heat and weight of him keeping me exactly where he wants me. I can’t keep my choked moans hidden anymore, new sounds pushed from my lips every time he bottoms out. The pleasure keeps growing, the pain gone entirely as my body molds itself to this unknown monster’s cock. My thighs begin to quiver with the ecstasy of it, stomach tightening under his claws and pussy fluttering around his throbbing dick.
The creature’s thrusts increase their speed, the movement of his hips becoming jagged and fevered. His fangs, still clamped around my neck, tighten enough to draw blood. His grip tightens until my bones creak beneath the strain. My moans are more like sobs now, my fingers clawing into the dirt. I’m dimly aware of the beast pushing into me one final time, of his hips grinding hard against my ass, of the long, satisfied growl that rumbles in his chest, as I’m finally forced into orgasm.
I shudder helplessly in his iron grip as my entire body clenches almost painfully, my pussy contracting violently around his cock. Scalding heat floods my belly, rope after burning rope of it stuffing me impossibly fuller with every powerful throb. His dick seems to grow somehow larger as he cums, and the renewed ache only makes me spasm harder.
After long moments of grunting and twitching and writhing we both melt into the forest floor, spent. He’s still rutting into me, gently now, his cock twitching and somehow still hard. I try again, weakly, to drag myself away from him and quickly find that I can’t - his dick really did get bigger, lodged inside me for as long as he’s erect with a seal so tight not a drop of his cum has leaked out. I can only hope one round is enough for this thing.
I sag beneath him with a defeated whimper, mewling pathetically when the sound makes him push into me a little harder. It’s going to be a long night…
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Waking up in the middle of the night next to you. Heart racing, my cock is hard as steel and wont go down. I glance over at you. You are sleeping peacefully, the covers barely hiding your body from me.
I start rubbing my dick while looking at you. You look so sweet and serene with your eyes closed and mouth barely open. Your mouth is barely open...
I slowly move up in bed and align my crotch so that it's level with your head. I'm so nervous but it's turning me on just sering your face so close to my dick. Such innocence in contrast with my sinful bitchbreaking cock. I'm almost too scared to move before I start feeling the air from your tiny snores hit my dickhead. The air is cold and tickles my glans.
It's almost enough to make me cum, I bite my finger as my eyes roll back and I wait for the throbbing in my dick to stop. After gathering myself I can't hold myself any longer. I place my moist dickhead on your lips and just enjoy the view. The air is warmer here and it's stimulating me slowly.
I pull my foreskin back further and push my head in just slightly, it pops into your mouth and your lips seal around it without warning, the wet slap of your lips hitting my most sensitive part sends me over the edge immediately. I start ejaculating, frozen in fear I am incapable of pulling it out. I can hear your breathing be interrupted followed by tiny swallowing sounds.
I finally manage to pull out after my dick goes soft and a small string of of clear cum is pulled out of your mouth and falls down your cheek as it detaches itself from me. I fall back asleep immediately
She’d woken him up at what seemed like the middle of the night. He usually tuned out before her and fell asleep right away. She’d follow him a bit later, and then make mewling sounds for him to come over and spoon her until they either turned over or they both fell asleep.
This time it turned to sex. He ended up playing with her, cautiously at first, then with confidence. She responded. And he was going down on her until she squirmed and finally screamed with pleasure.
Then it was his turn in the dark, with only the orange salt light in the bedroom dimly lit. He wondered, as he always did, how soon he’d lose control. That — the quickly losing control which he once dreaded — had become a thrill. Would he last? How long? Not long, he knew.
He pleasurably worked his way into her — he loved it when it was a bit of a struggle [would he cum right then and there?] — and then he was in. He did a few gentle pumps. But then withdrew because the sweet point-of-no-return was already near, and he wanted to regain control. Just for a little while.
So he was out of her, his cock maybe four inches away from her crotch, resting. But it was no use. He sensed the strong pull and force of her vagina. Even though he was perfectly still, didn’t move a muscle, and there certainly was no friction, there was no escape. He’d cum too soon. Again. He felt the point-of-no-return. So he quickly moved forward and was squirting even as he still pushed in.
Yielding to the vagina, without control. Yielding to her, without control. So wonderful, so deliciously embarrassing.
I love a car birth, it’s such a good trope! Thanks for the request. Apparently my brain isn’t capable of simply writing a regular car birth, had to add a little twist- it’s not technically a car. Enjoy :) [3k words, fpreg, clothing birth] Prompt: “I don’t think the baby is gonna wait that long…”
We All Scream For Ice Cream
My contractions had started this morning and after three kids perhaps I should have known better. Yes they were consistent but they weren’t strong and were completely manageable. I’d called my parents to tell them my labour had started and they came to collect the kids so I didn’t have to worry about watching over them as I laboured. I spent the morning pottering around the house doing laundry and some cleaning, working through the steady waves whenever they washed over me. But after a while I started getting frustrated being inside the same four walls; I needed some air and space. It was the height of the summer holidays and you were up and out early for work to maximise our income during your busiest time of year. I knew you’d only taken the ice cream truck to the local park, you stopped going too far afield as I got closer to the end of this pregnancy - you wanted to be close in case I needed you to come home. I decided a nice walk through the park would do me good and would help with the contractions. Plus it gave me a chance to see you and let you know baby number four was on the way.
The breeze felt wonderful on my hot and clammy skin as I waddled my way down the residential streets cupping the underside of my heavy baby bump. If I pressed into the stretched skin just above my pubic bone I could feel the head of the baby sitting extremely low, perfectly in position and ready to be born. I was excited to tell you I was in labour again, maybe you could finish work early today and come help me through it this afternoon when it would inevitably ramp up.
I suffered a couple of contractions on my way to the park but they didn’t phase me - after three births I was all too familiar with the tightening and contracting of my muscles. I simply stopped, bracing my hands against a neighbours fence or a nearby street lamp, and swayed and hummed my way through them, letting the waves wash over me.
By the time I reached the park I was getting pretty hot and sweaty, but it was a warm day in the middle of summer and I was 9 months pregnant. Overheating was just par for the course. I saw your truck parked on the opposite side of the field next to the kids play area. I never thought this park was very big but right now, with my labouring belly, the journey across the green seemed a mile long. I sat on a bench to catch my breath before making the journey, watching you hand ice creams to all the kids and families that filled the park. You had such a sparkle in your eye as you handed the ice cream to its recipient, seeing the glee and excitement in each and every child’s face when they got their summery treat.
A contraction tore me away from watching you, its sharp and insistent pain coursing through my hips and legs. “Hoooooo… take it easy there…” I softly said, rubbing the large circumference of my belly as the baby kicked and shifted even lower.
A stranger walking by asked if I was okay, but with the look of panic in their face I told them it was just a kick. I didn’t get the feeling they’d handle it well if they knew a labouring mother was out here on her own in the park. After the contraction was over I awkwardly pushed myself up, cupping my low belly, and started walking over the luscious green grass. A long queue had formed for ice cream, you were busy rushing around the truck getting lolly’s out of freezers or adding sprinkles to soft whips. You didn’t have the time to notice my approach.
I thankfully didn't have a contraction as I waddled across the park but I could feel one coming as I approached the truck. I hurried past the line and nipped behind the vehicle, only just managing to make it away from the crowd before the intensity peaked. I quickly planted both palms against the truck and leaned into the contraction, taking deep long breaths, in and out, bracing through the pain and breathing the baby down. My hips were circling instinctively and I was glad no one was on this side of the ice cream truck as it would be very obvious I was in labour.
I waited for the line of customers to go down, riding out a few contractions during that time, before I rounded the corner and stood in front of the window.
“What can I get- Honey! What are you doing here?” Your eyes lit up and you broke into a wide smile, surprised but happy to see me.
“I thought I’d come and say hi.” I said, one hand rubbing my tight stomach.
“Where are the kids?” You asked, seeing that I was alone.
“With my parents.” I answered with a knowing smile, waiting to see if you’d put the pieces together.
“With your…. Wait, are you-?” Your eyebrows raised and eyes widened as you looked directly to my very pregnant belly.
“Yup, I’m in labour. Contractions started this… this m-morning…. Hoooooo” Another wave creeps up on me and I’m forced to grab on to the little shelf at the bottom of the window, hands gripping tight as the pain lances through my body.
You jumped out the back door of the van and were standing behind me in an instant. You held my hips and squeezed hard, pressing into the pressure points that would ease the pain, knowing exactly what I needed from our previous births. I let out a soft and grateful moan as I relaxed back into you.
“Oh honey, you could have just called, you know.” You laughed and kissed the back of my neck.
“I like seeing your reaction… hoooo…. when I tell you I’m in labour.” I manage to say, though the pains were starting to make it difficult to speak.
“What, so you can see me panic?! You’re evil, you know that.” You joked affectionately.
When the contraction faded you released your grip and I turned around, your arms quickly wrapping around me.
“Baby number four eh. So what was your plan after coming to tell me?” You said in my ear, giving me a squeeze.
“I figured I’d go back home, and then call you when things get more serious.”
“How long do you reckon for this one then?”
“I dunno. It’s definitely progressing faster than the others.”
“How fast?” You arched an eyebrow and looked down at me with concern.
Before I could answer, another contraction struck. My hands laced around your neck and I buried my face in your chest, unable to contain the groan from my throat.
“Jeeze, hun, that was quick. It's okay I’ve got you.” You added, feeling my knees dip slightly. “Just ride the wave, deep breaths.”
I couldn’t speak, consumed by the heavy weight that was sinking lower and lower and lower…. My hips circled and bounced, my fingers tightly gripping each wrist as I practically hung off your sturdy frame. Your hands were on my ribs holding me steady. Groaning rumbled my throat, getting deeper as the pressure in my pelvis skyrocketed, and the noise ended with a grunt.
“Fuck, babe - was that a push?” You asked with panic, surprised at just how deep into labour I was.
“No…. I don’t think so but- hoooooo- there’s so much pressure. Baby feels really low-oooohhhhh!” I whimpered.
“Have your waters broken?” You asked and I shook my head against you in response.
“I don’t think this labour is going to last as long as you think, judging by those sounds.” You warned, your thumbs affectionately rubbing my ribs while you held me steady.
“Hooooo…. I swear it wasn’t this b-bad when I left the house…. Feels like it’s come out of nowhere.” I say, feeling the pain dull enough for me to stand on my own and release my arms from your neck.
“Well they do say it gets quicker with each birth. Right, I think we need to get you back home. Then we can pick up the hospital bag, jump in the car and drive over there.”
“I… I’m not sure I’m going to be able to walk back home…” I admit, holding my bump with both hands, the weight and pressure felt constant even without a contraction.
“Okay… erm… I’ll take us back in the truck?” You suggest hesitantly.
“What? No way. There’s only a driver's seat - what am I supposed to do - get in the back with the soft serve?” I gripe with a roll of my eyes.
“It’s only a few minutes back to our house. You got any better ideas?”
Another contraction steals any response I could make and I’m suddenly hunched over, hand bracing my thighs, and groaning behind closed lips. You offer your arms as support but I wave them away, the combination of heat & pressure overwhelming, I didn’t want to be touched. Instead you jumped in the truck and I could hear you banging around, closing freezer drawers and locking cabinets, but it was all background noise to me. My heartbeat thumped in my ears, the pressure between my thighs was worsening making me grunt. My fingers gripped my legs and I pushed my hips backwards, my body acting solely on instinct. Before the wave of this contraction was over I felt something give, my legs squatting, and a puddle started to form at my feet.
“Ooooohhhhh honey- my waters have broken…” I grunt out. Gosh, I could feel the baby’s head on my cervix and I really started to worry about how long we actually had before our fourth child made their appearance.
“We need to get going, babe.” You said jumping out the van and coming over to support me. We waited for the contraction to fade and you then helped me crawl into the truck. I was glad to be wearing my maternity leggings and a thin top; it made manoeuvring into the vehicle much easier than if I was in one of my summer dresses.
“Right, I’ve locked everything away so it all should stay put on the drive, you won’t get covered in ice cream don’t worry.” You try to joke as I huff and puff my way into the cramped truck. “Why don’t we get you sitting down on the floor..?” You suggest, climbing in after me to try to help me get comfortable.
“Ooohhhh no… can’t sit down. Baby too low… fuck.” Crawling on my hands and knees I settle near the large rectangular freezer that was directly under the window booth. Staying on my knees I sit back on my heels and rest my arms on my legs, my bump sitting between my widened thighs. “I’ll just… stay like this. Drive carefully though…”
“Of course I will, precious cargo.” You said with a smile before giving me a kiss.
You shut the back doors of the ice cream truck behind you when you left, ran around to the driver’s seat and quickly started the engine. “Hold on sweetie, we’ll be home soon.” You said, putting it into gear and setting off.
We barely made it out of the park and onto the tarmac road before the next contraction struck, and without my waters it soon became apparent just how close this baby was to being born. Leaning forward and grasping the top ridge of the freezer in front of me, I tried to breath through the building pressure that was pulling and squeezing my insides. My moaning was instinctual at this point, my body’s way of riding the crashing waves of pain. Whether it was the motion of the truck or my kneeling position, but something triggered a need to push. At the end of each groan I could feel my body bearing down.
“H-how long to get to the h-hospital once we get h-home?” I stutter.
“Hospital is about 35 minutes from our house. Why?”
“I don’t think the baby is going to wait that long…. Hooooo…” I breathe, hips lifting and rocking in circles just above my feet. “Go straight to hospital, don’t go via home….”
“But we don’t have any of the stuff, for you or the baby?” You question, but still follow the instruction immediately altering our journey.
“Doesn’t-matter-nnngghhhhhh!” I gruff out before lowing deeply, bearing down again, my knuckles turning white with my grip on the freezer.
“Are you pushing??!!!” You shout.
“Can’t-help-it-”
“Shall I pull over?” You panic at hearing the familiar sounds of me pushing a baby down.
“No! Just- hospital- now!” My head dips as the wave ends and I try to catch my breath in between contractions.
We were still navigating the residential streets so thankfully weren’t going fast, but that meant we were still a way off from the hospital outside of town. My knees wide on the floor and arms stretching up gripping the fridge were the only thing keeping my body and my mind grounded. I closed my eyes, taking long deep breaths and disappeared into myself. Stay calm, you've done this before, I told myself.
“How we doing?” You asked nervously after a few minutes of silence.
“Just… drive…” I exhaled heavily, preparing myself for the next wave to hit.
And hit it did; suddenly every part of my being squeezed and screamed at me to push and I had no choice but to comply. My legs widened as far as they’d go, I pulled my body closer towards the fridge, lifting myself up and hanging off the ridge with my forearms. The head was starting to peek through, I could feel it, and there was no way I could hold off from bearing down. My hips tilted backward and I pushed with everything I had. A long and guttural moan sang from my lungs as I pushed, the head slowly crowning into my underwear. We weren’t going to make it!
“Stop!!!!” I screamed. “Pull over!”
“But-”
“The head-is-coming out…. Pull over now!”
The truck rocked and shuddered as you brought it to a halt. You sprang from the driver’s seat and on your way accidentally switched on the jingle sounds of the ice cream truck, the tune ringing from the speakers on the roof.
I barely noticed the doors to the truck being opened and closed, or you climbing inside - all my energy was focused solely on getting this baby out of me.
“What can I do?” You frantically asked, but only got more guttural noises in reply as I continued to bear down.
Releasing the push with a huff, I panted quickly saying “I think it’s crowning… hoooo…”
“We need to get those leggings off babe. Are you able to move? If you can get on all fours I should be able to roll them down.” You were as white as a sheet but you squashed your fears, knowing I’d need assurance and confidence right now.
Following your instructions I moved to all fours, and I soon felt your hands around my waist pulling at the tight fabric trying to roll it over the large bump and down my thighs. We had to stop part way for another contraction and another round of pushing. The baby’s head was stretching me so wide and I could tell it must be showing through the fabric when I heard you gasp.
“Oh my god, the head is coming out!” You exclaimed.
“I know that! I can feel it.” I snipped sarcastically.
“Sorry honey. You’re doing amazing. But I still need to get these leggings off you…”
I grunt, bearing down once more with the contraction, and I can feel the resistance of the baby hitting the wall of my stretched leggings. When the push was over I cried out “Go! Do it now!” and you scrambled at the waistband of my clothing and rolled the elasticated fabric down my damp thighs.
“Do you want me to take them completely off?” You asked but I could barely think, the next wave was already here and all I could do was push.
I wanted to widen my knees, to open up my burning hips to make the required space for the baby to pass through, but the tight fabric of the leggings pulled around my knees was preventing any further movement. I whimpered in my struggle; I needed to open my body wider and push but I simply couldn’t. In my desperation I went from my hands down to my elbows, my forehead touching the floor, my backside raised to the sky and I pushed with everything I had. I needed to get the head out and I had to get it out now.
“Easy babe,” you said softly, and I could feel your hand over the baby’s emerging head. “Take it steady, it’s crowning. Try and pant if you can, let it come on its own.”
“Hooohooo- oh fuck- I need to get it out…. Can’t hold off- oh I need to push!” I screamed.
Before you could tell me otherwise my body jerked as the head popped out and I groaned at the relief. Lifting my head slightly I bring a trembling hand down my body and between my thighs to feel - your hands were there too, cupping the newly born head of our child. You moved, letting me feel - the ears the nose, the hair - our baby. Your fingers then gently stroked the back of my hand, no words were said as our hands entwined, squeezing each other. The love, encouragement and support all conveyed within that squeeze.
We were suddenly startled by a gentle knocking on the window booth.
“Hey mister, can I have an ice cream please?” The excited voice of a child said from outside the truck.
With the delirium and exhaustion of childbirth I couldn’t help but laugh. You heard my hitched breathing, worried I was crying, and asked “Babe, what is it? Are you okay?”
My laughs got a bit more distinguished as I raised back up onto my hands and twisted to look at you. “This is one hell of a birth story…” I giggled.
“Ha. Maybe this one will take over the family business.” You joke, relieved to see me smiling during this eventful and inconvenient birth. “Sorry kid, no ice cream today.” You shouted through the walls of the truck.
“Oooo- hoooo- babe… mnggghhhh… it’s coming….” I shift and grunt, bracing both hands on the floor and surrendering to the contraction once more. “Fuck… why didn’t we take my leggings off!?”
“Keep going babe, the shoulders are coming. You can do it. Yes!… one shoulder…”
“Grrrrhhhhhhhh!!!!” I groaned loud and long, pushing through the excruciating stretch of the shoulders.
“…two shoulders… and again push honey push!!!!”
“Mnnnghhhh- catch it!!!” I screamed, and a second later the baby fell into your waiting hands and instantly cried.
Tears sprang from my eyes at the sound and I immediately twisted my body and legs around so you could hand me the babe.
“It’s a girl.” You said proudly, putting the slippery newborn against my chest.
“Hi baby… hi.” I cooed, lifting my thin t-shirt and placing her against my chest. “You were in a hurry weren’t you.”
computer show me men furiously jerking off and desperately rutting their hips into their own hand. puter let me see men mindlessly grinding into whatever they can get their hands on until they finish in their boxers. computer i wanna see men throwing their heads back in pleasure as they gasp and pant and whimper. puter give me eager men just trying so desperately to get themselves off. puter can you hear me
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Im sitting there in the coffee shop across from my manager, trying to play it cool like its just a normal meeting. she smiles all sweet then slides her phone over and hits play. its me on video, clearly stealing company files after hours, usb in hand, looking around nervous as fuck. my stomach drops.
“you know what happens if this gets to hr?” she says quietly, eyes locked on me. “fired. blacklisted. maybe cops. but i like having cute desperate employees… so heres the deal. youre mine now. my personal free-use toy. whenever i want, however i want. or these videos go public.”
she keeps the video playing while she texts me right there under the table... old pics and clips of me that i didnt know she had. then she leans in and whispers, “spread your legs a little.” i hesitate but she just raises an eyebrow and taps the screen. so i do it. right there in the busy coffee shop she reaches over, slips her feet under the table and starts groping my bulge through my pants, squeezing and stroking slow while people walk by. i bite my lip trying not to moan, face burning red, but she keeps edging me... bringing me right to the edge then stopping, laughing softly every time my hips twitch against my will.
“good boy. dont cum. thieves dont get to cum easy.”
after she finally pulls her foot away and lets me fix my clothes, i think maybe thats it for today, that im in the clear if i just behave. i stand up shaky, ready to leave the coffee shop and go back to my desk like nothing happened.
but the second we get back to the office and she locks the door behind us, she grabs me hard by the neck from behind, pushing me against the wall. “you really thought you were done, pretty boy?” she whispers in my ear, voice all sweet and mean at the same time. one hand stays tight around my throat while the other slides down and starts rubbing my cock over my jeans. firm, slow circles right on the bulge, pressing hard enough that i can feel every stroke through the fabric.
i try to push her hand away, whispering “please… not here… i cant…” but she just tightens her grip on my neck and keeps edging me mercilessly, speeding up then slowing down, laughing quietly when my hips start bucking against her palm on their own. “look at you, leaking already. making such a mess in your work pants like a desperate little thief.” she doesnt let me pull away, doesnt let me take my cock out, just keeps working me over the jeans until im shaking, whimpering, tears in my eyes because it feels too good and too humiliating at the same time.
she edges me again and again, right there against the office wall, until im begging incoherently “stop… im gonna… please dont make me…” but she just presses harder and whispers “cum for me, blackmail bitch. right in your pants where everyone can see the wet spot later.” i cant hold it anymorei cum hard against my will, soaking the front of my jeans while she holds me in place by the neck, recording the whole thing on her phone for “insurance.”
by the time she finally lets go, im a trembling mess with a big obvious wet stain spreading across my pants, knowing from now on ill never be safe... she owns me completely.
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Sat down, drinking some water, when I instantly become 9 months with twins! (It’s my third time this week)
I sighed "uuuhhg again?!?" I exclaimed frustrated as I already felt the contractions building up. I'd already taken two trips at the fire station to leave twins in a basket this week, and it's only wednesday, I grumbled as I got up, I didn't want to soil the carpet when my water breaks like last time so I headed for the bathroom.
Before I could properly sit down on the toilet and remove my now ill fitting leggings, I felt my amniotic sac pop and spill its murky fluids out of my vagina "Oh come on these were my favourite leggings!" I complained as I took them off and squatted over the toilet.
Since Monday it had been like this, fill up suddenly and instantly, only to push out two babies within ten minutes. "Huuunngg" I groaned as I gave my first push, the first baby's head already fully in my birth canal, another contraction hit right after so I pushed again immediately "mmmmnnnggg huu come on you bastard".
By the next couple of pushes the baby was already opening me up, my lips had grown accustomed to it thankfully so it always hurt less than the previous time, it was still no walk in the park however, "Huuuu fuck hmmm" I moaned as I reached a full crown.
My hand went to my lips as I now sat on the toilet and prepared to push the head out "HMMMMMMMMMMGGGGAAAH haaa woo damn" I yelled and panted as the head popped out, I heard the amniotic fluid hitting the bowl. I stood up, my hands holding the baby's head and took deep breaths as I prepared for hopefully the last push for this baby.
The contraction hit forcing me into a deep squat as I pushed as hard as I could "mmmmmmnnngggggg cooome oonnnn get ouuuuUUUUT" a scream escaped my upper lips as the baby slid out of my lower ones.
Once again a little red headed girl with no umbilical cord, which made no sense, I've always been a brunette, I went to grab a towel when I felt another head passing through my birth canal, I sighed "Oh right, the other one".
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