0 comments/ 158398 views/ 10 favorites Pregnant Fetish Fulfilled Ch. 01 By: Ozfetishguy It's one thing to have a fetish. It's another thing altogether to find someone to fulfill that fetish. Sometimes though, you can get lucky. I did - my desire to have sex with a pregnant woman became a reality. One night, after quite a few beers, I was logged onto a fetish dating site on the internet I visit occasionally. Despite the fact that I've never seen any posts by pregnant women, I'd often thought about posting my own ad, only to change my mind at the last minute. Tonight, because I was hammered, I decided to go through with it. Sitting at my desk the next day with a hangover, I thought to myself that my post hadn't been such a great idea. I couldn't really expect any response – nothing positive anyway. To my surprise, when I logged on one day there was a message from "Christine". I wondered if it was genuine, but I had nothing to lose so I fired off a quick response. In reply, she told me that Christine was her real name and that she was almost seven months pregnant. She was 35 years old, which made her ten years younger than me. Like me, she worked in an office in the CBD. Even though it was testing my luck, I asked if we could meet. She agreed. The next question was where to meet? So that she felt at ease, a public place seemed the best choice for a first meeting. I suggested an upstairs hotel bar that I thought would be quiet at lunchtime. We agreed to meet at one o'clock the following Wednesday. On the day, I arrived early. As I'd hoped, there were only a few customers in the bar. I chose a table away from the entrance and the bar itself, but from which I could still see the door. I bought an orange juice and opened the paper, but I wasn't really interested in reading. Time seemed to pass very slowly. One o'clock came and went and I tried not to look at my watch constantly. But by a quarter past one, I was wondering if Christine would show up. While I was still thinking about that, I saw her come through the door. Even if she hadn't sent me her pic, she would have been hard to miss – tall, with shoulder length dark, shiny hair and a very obvious "bump". She certainly looked seven months pregnant; her large boobs almost rested on her belly. As she came nearer to the table, I saw her face more closely. She wasn't really pretty, but her smile was warm and her green-grey eyes were beautiful and so clear that I was almost mesmerized. We sat and talked. To my relief, I didn't feel as awkward about the situation as I had expected to and the conversation flowed easily. The next time I looked at my watch, it was already a quarter past two. I'd have to be getting back to the office. Neither of us had broached the subject of a more intimate meeting, so I said: "I'm afraid I'll have to be getting back to work. But I'd really like to see you again. Only if you're interested, of course." Even though I hadn't made my intentions clear, I think Christine knew what I was asking. "Yes, ok," she said, smiling slightly. She suggested Saturday, at a hotel/motel on the southside of the city. The name wasn't familiar, but when she described its location, I knew it immediately. I had driven past the hotel many times – it was just near an exit off the southside freeway. I remembered that the hotel building was closest to the road and the motel was a separate building just behind it. We arranged to meet in the lounge bar at 3.00 p.m. "Can you book a room?" Christine asked, removing any lingering doubts about the purpose of our rendezvous. At ten to three on Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in the lounge bar. I'd bought a bag with a few things I thought we'd need and I had already collected the room key. Christine arrived soon after me. "I'm busting for a pee," she said, resting her handbag on the top of a chair but not sitting down. When she returned from the toilet, we sat in the bar, chatting about nothing in particular. After a while, Christine shifted slightly uncomfortably in her seat and said: "I need to go again." "Why don't we go to the room?" I suggested. "I've already got the key." We walked along the covered walkway from the hotel to the motel. The room was an ordinary motel room with the bathroom opposite the door and a short passageway to the bedroom/lounge area. As soon as I opened the door, Christine dashed into the bathroom. Even through the bathroom door I could hear her peeing forcefully. She hadn't been joking when she said she needed to go. While Christine was in the toilet, I opened my bag. I placed a bottle of lube, a bottle of baby oil, and a packet of condoms, all new and unopened, on the bedside table. I was pleased to see a box of tissues already on the table because I'd forgotten to bring any. Then I closed the curtains, removed the bedspread and blanket from the bed and tossed them on a chair. Christine emerged from the toilet, her bag in one hand and the other hand holding up her skirt. She went over to the lounge chair nearest the bed, slipped out of her shoes and dropped the skirt, picking it up off the floor and putting it next to her handbag on the chair. She pulled her tee shirt off over her head and tossed it on top of the skirt. Underneath, she was wearing a plain pair of panties and a white bra that looked to be struggling to contain her breasts. She hopped onto the bed, still wearing her bra and panties. I removed my clothes, except for my undies. Even though I hadn't yet touched her, I was already hard. I asked if she would like a massage. "Yes please," she said, unhooking her bra and lying on her side, her back towards me. I sat on the bed, opened the bottle of baby oil and rubbed a small amount on her back. Her skin was beautifully warm and soft. After few minutes, Christine rolled onto her back, so I could do her front. As she changed position, she removed her bra and I saw her breasts for the first time. Her areola were large and dark and her nipples thick and erect. From the marks left by her bra cups, her bra was obviously quite tight. "I can't believe how big my boobs have got," Christine said. "Before I got pregnant, I was only just a C cup, now I only just fit into a D cup." I don't think I'd ever seen such thick nipples before and I wanted to suck on them, but instead I put some more baby oil on my hands and massaged each breast in turn. Then I dribbled some oil on her bump. Feeling the tautness of the skin, I now realised why pregnant women get stretch marks. While I was massaging her, Christine lay with her eyes closed, an occasional quiet sigh escaping her lips. I was too aroused to wait any longer, so I lay down next to her and kissed her neck. She responded by turning her head into the pillow, to give me better access. Then I kissed her mouth, sucking greedily on her bottom lip. I trailed my kisses down to her right breast and when I reached her nipple, I took as much of the areola and nipple as I could into my mouth and began to lick and suck gently. I played with her other nipple with my hand. Looking up to check her reaction, I saw Christine was gently biting her bottom lip. Then I moved down and kissed her swollen belly. Now she was squeezing and rubbing the tops of her thighs together. I placed my hands on her hips, with my fingers inside the waistband of her panties. Christine lifted her bottom off the bed to allow me to remove them. At the same time, I removed my own undies. I kissed the insides of her thighs, down to her knees and back again, teasing her by deliberately avoiding her vagina. She was shaved, with just a thin "landing strip" above her opening. She had a slight odour that I found exciting rather than off-putting. I hadn't been planning to, but now I wanted to go down on her, so I picked up a pillow to put under her hips. When the pillow was in position, she opened her legs wide. Her slit was small and neat with lips that turned inward. Her clitoris was just beginning to poke out from under its hood. I licked her slit. She tasted good and I slipped a finger inside to explore her vagina. I was excited by how wet she was and I had to stop myself from immediately jumping on top of her. Instead, I sucked and licked her clit and several times she seemed to be close to orgasm, but each time her excitement plateaued before starting to build again. My neck was starting to get a kink in it and my chin and mouth was covered in her juices, so I stopped and reached over for a tissue to wipe my face. I noticed that her clit was now swollen and prominent, and her vagina gaped open invitingly. I opened the packet of condoms and rolled one onto my dick. Christine watched me through half closed eyes as I slid inside her. I took my weight on my hands and knees, so as not to put any pressure on her belly. She was hot and wet and I was in heaven. From the way her hips rose to meet my thrusts, it was clear that Christine wanted me to go faster. On the hand, I was trying to hold back because I was already so excited that I was close to coming. Despite my efforts, after only a few minutes I couldn't hold back any longer. When I withdrew, there was the evidence of my excitement. The tip of the condom was heavy with cum and it had flowed up the sides, almost to the top. I finished Christine off by hand, sucking on one of her nipples while massaging her clit. Again, on several occasions she seemed close, but didn't reach orgasm. Finally, just when I thought it wasn't going to happen, she had a strong orgasm, moaning loudly as she came. Relieved, I flopped down on the bed next to her. We lay on the bed, side by side. There was something I was curious about. Actually, I was both embarrassed and curious, but curiosity won out. "Does the baby move when you have an orgasm?" I asked. "No," Christine shook her head. "Just as well," she said, with a slightly mischievous smile. "I've been so horny lately, I can't seem to stop masturbating. I even did it in the toilet at work yesterday." It seemed hard to believe that the baby wouldn't react to her orgasm, but I had to admit I hadn't noticed any movement when she had come. Christine took my hand and placed it on her belly. "That's the baby's head," she said. I explored the spot gently with my fingers. I could feel something hard beneath the skin, but I couldn't really tell what it was, just by feel. With some difficulty, Christine sat up on the bed and said in a slightly weary tone, "I've got to pee again! I've been about ten times already today!" I lay there on my back, with my eyes closed. I heard the toilet flush, and, a few seconds later I was a little surprised to feel Christine's tongue licking my dick. Surprise soon gave way to excitement and it was all I could do not to come in her mouth. I was almost relieved when she straddled me. I loved the feeling of being so deeply inside her. I also loved feeling the weight of her body and the way her thighs enclosed my hips. As she rode me, she leant forward slightly to rub her clit against my pubic bone. That bought her belly and boobs into range for my eager hands. This time, she came quickly and even more loudly. Anyone in the adjoining rooms couldn't have been in any doubt about how we were occupying our afternoon. The sound and feel of her orgasm soon had me coming too. Afterwards, we lay on the bed, cuddling and talking. Finally Christine said, "I'd better have a shower and head off. I'm supposed to be having dinner with my parents." This was the first time she had said anything about her family. It made me realise I still didn't really know that much about her. In particular, I didn't know why she had responded to my ad. Or why she was here with me now. Tentatively, hopefully, I asked, "Same time and place next Saturday?" "Let's make it following week," Christine responded. "I might have an surprise for you by then," she said, smiling and gently squeezing her nipples. (Author's note: Only my fetish is real, the rest of the story is just a work of fiction – unfortunately!) Pregnant Fetish Fulfilled Ch. 02 When I thought about it, I realised that my first meeting with Christine could hardly have been better. And I was going to see her again. Yet I still felt slightly nervous, as though it was all a bit too good to be true. The next day, I wanted to ring Christine and confirm that she had enjoyed our afternoon together, but I remembered that she had stayed with her parents overnight and was spending the day with them. I knew she had appointment with her obstetrician on Monday, so I waited until that evening to ring her. "How did your appointment go?" I asked. "Fine. Everything's going well," Christine said. "Do you think I should have told him about all the sex I'm planning to have between now and my due date?" I could hear the smile in Christine's voice. I really liked her sense of humour. Who said funny isn't sexy? "Yeah, you probably should have," I said, playing along. "You won't believe what he told me," Christine said. "He said I've got a nice bottom! That's not very professional is it?" she said, laughing. Thinking it was one thing, but saying it wasn't very PC. "He really said that?" I asked. "Yep." Christine said. Teasing, she continued, "I think he's a sicko like you – he fancies pregnant women. Explains why he became an obstetrician, I guess!" It was Christine who first mentioned our Saturday afternoon together. Now it was my turn to smile, because what she said dispelled my nervousness and confirmed my positive feelings about us. After we had been speaking for a while, Christine finally said, "I'd better be going. I'll email you, so check your mail before you head off to work tomorrow." The next morning, I was at work, sitting at my desk before I remembered what Christine had said. Though I could check my email using webmail, it was a bit risky. The private use of work computers was strictly forbidden. But because I didn't want to have to wait until I got home, I decided to take a chance. Her email was towards the top of my inbox. The message subject was "Wish you were here!" There was no text, just an attachment, and when I opened it, I was amazed by what I saw. It was a picture of Christine, naked, and semi-reclined on a couch. Actually, it was a close up of her bump and thighs. Her thighs were slightly open, revealing the top of her slit. On her pregnant belly, written in bright red lipstick, which contrasted with her pale skin, were the words "Wish you were here!" The word "here" was underlined and an arrow ran down from the line, ending at Christine's pubic hair and pointing to her vagina. Laughing, I thought to myself, "Me too!" My boss chose exactly that moment to hurry into my office. He seldom looked pleased with life, which was surprising, considering he had an attractive, young wife and lived in luxury in one of the city's most exclusive suburbs. Without any of the usual pleasantries, and in a sour voice, he asked, "What are you laughing at?" That was a fair question. At my workplace, happy employees stood out like a sore thumb. I quickly minimized the email and attachment before he had a chance to see what I'd been looking at. I didn't know what to say. Fortunately though, no reply was expected or desired. Instead, he thrust a letter under my nose. "We (meaning, of course, "You") need to respond to these bastards ASAP." I looked at the letter. It was from our biggest client – a client who helped fund my boss's lifestyle by paying the firm millions of dollars in fees every year. I looked up from the letter, but before I could reply, the boss was out the door and gone. I sent Christine a quick email. "Loved the photo, thanks. You don't know how much I wish I was there too (lol)!" After I got home from work, I rang Christine and told her how I'd almost got caught. When she stopped laughing, she said, "Tomorrow morning, make sure you check your email before you go to work!" In my email next morning there was a short video clip of Christine, on the couch again. This time she was masturbating, rubbing her clit furiously with her finger. I couldn't see her face, but her loud moans took me back to last Saturday. As the video faded out, I was aware that my heart was racing and there was a slight sweat on my forehead. My erection was uncomfortably positioned in my pants. Looking at my watch, I saw that I had about ten minutes before I needed to leave to catch my train. I played the video again as I unzipped my pants and pulled a handful of tissues out of the box next to the computer. I didn't want to have to clean up the computer keyboard afterwards. That night, I phoned Christine again and told her I didn't think I could wait until Saturday week to see her. "I don't want wait either," Christine confessed. "In fact, I reckon we should both take the day off work tomorrow!" I thought for a moment. Normally, taking a workday off at short notice would be impossible, but tomorrow might actually be doable. I had only two appointments scheduled and they were clients who were also friends. I knew they wouldn't mind being put off for a day or two. We agreed to meet at the motel at 10.00 a.m. tomorrow. Next morning, my first phone call was to Lynn, my secretary. As soon as she said "Hello", I knew it was Lynn. She and her husband had migrated from the United Kingdom and her strong accent seemed unaffected by five years in Australia. I told Lynn I was taking the day off and I'd ring the boss and tell him I was sick. Lynn was amused by the fact that I was "bunking off" for the day. She said, "I think you're having the day off because you're going to spend it shagging some bird you've got coming around." Without explaining, I cheerfully admitted that what she had said was remarkably close to the truth. Ending the conversation, Lynn said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure the boss doesn't ring you during the day." "Have fun," she added, cheerily. Then adopting a mock serious tone, she said, "And don't do anything unnatural!" Her attempt to sound serious was undone by a snort of amusement. I knew exactly what she was talking about. As I got into my car, I remembered a conversation that Lynn and I had, several years ago. She and her husband had been to Tasmania for a holiday. When she returned to work, I had asked Lynn how she enjoyed her holiday. "Is it true that anal sex is illegal in Tasmania?" she asked, grinning, while closing my office door and lowering her voice so she couldn't be overheard. I laughed. I should have known that Lynn wouldn't rave over how wonderful the view from Mount Wellington was, or how beautiful it was cruising on the pristine Franklin River. Although Lynn knew that I had studied a couple of law subjects at university, it wasn't a serious question. The reason she asked was that she thought I lived a sheltered, boring life and enjoyed trying to shock me. I had told her that when was at university, anal sex was still illegal in Queensland. There was a chapter of the Criminal Code headed "Offences Against Morality." In that chapter was a section titled "Unnatural Acts" which made anal sex a crime punishable by imprisonment. Lynn had obviously thought I was winding her up. Incredulously, she exclaimed, "You're having a laugh, aren't you?" I assured her that I wasn't, and if she didn't believe me, she should look at an old copy of the Code. Smiling, I thought to myself, "If only Lynn knew what I had planned for today!" Christine was already waiting in the motel carpark when I arrived. As soon as I closed the door to the room, we were all over each other. There was no need for foreplay – she was wet and I was hard and we had desperate sex, still half dressed, on the bedspread. Afterwards, we were so out of breath it was almost an effort to get up and undress fully. After a few minutes relaxing next to her on the sheets, I was ready to go again. I wondered what Christine's reaction would be when I told her what I wanted to do. I moved my hand, which had been stroking her bump, down to her vagina. After lubricating my fingers with her vaginal juices, I gently massaged the small strip of skin between her vagina and anus. I kissed her and asked, "Have you ever had anal sex?" "No," Christine shook her head. Patting her belly, she added, "If I had, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up like this!" The joke didn't disguise the slightly nervous tone in her voice. "Do you want to try it?" I asked. "I'll be very gentle." "I've got a girlfriend who loves anal," Christine said. "She's always saying I should give it a go. Plus I'm really horny, so why not?" From my bag of supplies, I bought out a small thin vibrator. I put plenty of lube on the vibrator and stood it on the corner of the bedside table where it was within easy reach. I massaged Christine's clit with one hand and her anus with the other. After a few minutes, I inserted the vibrator. I continued to rub Christine's clit while gently moving the vibrator in and out of her anus. When she orgasmed, I could feel her anal muscles contracting strongly around the vibrator. I thought to myself that if I was going to have anal sex, now was the time, while she was in a relaxed, post-orgasmic state. While I slipped on a condom, Christine knelt on the bed, close to the edge, on her knees and elbows. When I stood behind her, her anus and my dick were roughly in line, making penetration easier. I smeared her anus with lube and inserted a finger, which slid in fairly easily. I put more lube on the condom and after a few minutes, I tried to replace my finger with my dick. That wasn't so easy, but after a bit of maneuvering, I managed to slide a couple of inches inside her. I gave her a moment or two to get used to the feeling. Then I pushed slowly in and out, being careful to keep my penetration gentle and reasonably shallow. At the same time, I reached around and stimulated her clit with my fingers. "How does it feel?" I asked. "Not too bad – pretty good," Christine said, tentatively. The tightness and the "nastiness" of having anal sex with a heavily pregnant woman meant that I came quickly and loudly. It was only then I noticed that Christine hadn't cum. We collapsed on the bed and I said, "I guess having anal for the first time when you're pregnant probably isn't a great idea." Christine said, "No, I don't think it's that." Perhaps I just need a bit more experience doing it. Actually, what I definitely need right now is a shower. I've got lube everywhere!" We jumped in the shower together. Typical of most motel showers, the showerhead could be hand held and it was attached to a long flexible hose. "Have you ever masturbated using one of these?" I asked. With a big grin on her face, Christine nodded. "Now that's one of my favourite toys. When I still lived at home, my parents used to wonder why I took so long in the shower some nights. Sometimes I'd cum once, and then want to see if I could cum again." Leaning with her back against me, Christine held her vaginal lips open with her fingers. I held the showerhead in one hand, directing the stream of water onto her clit. With the other hand, I massaged her swollen belly and her heavy, soapy left boob. Soon I felt her nipple harden as she began to cum. The sound of Christine's orgasm and feeling her pressed against me excited me again. I wanted to get out of the shower and back into bed with her as soon as I could. We spent the whole afternoon in bed. Given that the 69 position would have been difficult, we took it in turns – after I went down on her, she went down on me. Now the edge had been taken off our lust for each other, the pleasure was prolonged and heightened. She rode me and then I knelt between her legs, my dick almost sliding out of her on each stroke, before being fully enveloped again by her warm and very wet vagina. Perhaps Christine could feel that I was close to coming, because as I was leaning forward sucking on her nipples, she whispered in my ear, "I want to see you cum." That pushed me over the edge, and I pulled out and ejaculated all over Christine's pregnant belly. My cum didn't stay there for long, most of it running off the dome of her belly and onto the sheets. I lay down next to Christine and we quickly drifted off to sleep, sticky, and cuddled up together. When we awoke, it was obvious from the growing darkness in the room that it was getting late. "Do you think we could go again?" Christine asked, reaching down to play with Mr Floppy. "No, I don't think so," I said. "I wish I could." I thought that, when it came to sex, women had a big advantage over men. I asked, "How many times can you cum in a day?" "I don't really know," Christine said. "But over the last couple of months, I've been so horny I can masturbate up to five or six times a day. And I cum very quickly now, much more quickly than I did before I got pregnant. Being so horny is one of the benefits of being pregnant," Christine said, with a big smile. "I really love being pregnant. I almost wish I could stay pregnant forever." Then she said, "I guess I'd better be going. I'm meeting a girlfriend for dinner and I'd better not be late. If I am, she might think I've gone into premature labour or something!" We kissed leaning up against her car in the carpark. Of course, now that it was time to go, I wanted her again. Reading my mind, Christine said, laughing "You do realise that, in this condition, you can't just bend me over the bonnet of my car, don't you?" I didn't pay as much attention to the road as I should have on the drive home. In fact, I drove home almost in a daze. Today had been my fantasy come true, better even than last Saturday afternoon. Tomorrow I'd be back at work, but I knew it wouldn't be a productive day. I'd be too busy reliving today.