23 comments/ 86198 views/ 87 favorites The Pregnant Teen Maid Pt. 01 By: nikki_2021 I don't usually do reader requests, but Michelle's got me curious enough to give it a try. I know he liked this first part and to date I've never taken it beyond what is here. If there's enough of a response maybe I'll get around to putting some more to it. This is a fetish story, so if you don't like the themes you find inside, try one of my other submissions instead! Licks and kisses, nikki -------------------- Michelle sighed as she looked at her cell phone, wishing it would ring. It was over a week since she'd put up the flyer up at the supermarket and not one call. 18, 3 months pregnant and kicked out of home, if she didn't find work soon, she'd be resorting to truly desperate measures just to eat, let alone pay rent somewhere. As she stared at it, the face of the phone lit up, an unlisted number appearing. It rang three times before she got over the shock enough to push the answer button. "Hello?" she said. "Uh hi there, is this the girl that advertised wanting work as a cleaner at the local supermarket?" "Yes, that's me, Michelle," she replied, trying to keep her voice from quavering. "Oh great, um, my name's Paul and I was hoping that you were available to do some work for me?' "Yes, I am," Michelle replied desperately, wanting more than anything for this to work out. "Oh great, well perhaps you should come by and see the place and we can chat and see if we can reach an agreement," Paul replied. He gave her an address which wasn't too far away and agreed to meet her that night when he got off work. Later that night, Michelle walked cautiously up to the front door having ridden the bus to get there. she wore a pair of black leggings and a simple clean t-shirt, her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. The house looked nice, not too big but in a good area and with a nicely maintained yard. She knocked on the door and waited, chewing on her lower lip, tapping her foot nervously, hoping like hell that this guy wasn't some kind of freak. She almost sighed out loud when the door opened to reveal a good looking man. He had dark hair and green eyes, his face nicely shaped, a little stubble on his cheeks and chin. He was wore a pair of fitted designer jeans and a polo shirt. "Hi there, you must be Michelle," he said, his smile warm and engaging as he held out his hand for her to shake. Michelle took it and he didn't crush her fingers, but gave her a simple, firm shake. "I'm Paul." "Hi, Paul, yes, I am Michelle," she replied, noting that his eyes drifted down over her body, lingering somewhere near her breasts. "Great, come on in then, we can talk about what I need and you can let me know how much it'll cost me if you're interested. He led her into a well-appointed kitchen with expensive high-end appliances and a tiled floor. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked, holding a chair out for her at the table. "A coke if you've got one," she replied. Paul grabbed a coke for her and a beer for himself before returning to sit across the corner of the table from her. "Right, well why don't we start with what I'm looking for and then if you're interested we can talk a bit more about you?" Michelle nodded, taking a long gulp from the can. "Ok then here's where I'm at. I've just managed to get stupid busy at work and have to travel up to three days a week, so when I get home, the last thing that I want to have to do is housework. I've been trying to keep on top of it, but as you'll see when we tour the house, I fail miserably. I want to have some time for recreation, but all I seem to do is clean up and then I get shitty with it and leave it which just makes it worse for the next attempt. So there's vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, washing, ironing, folding, dusting and general cleaning ... just the inside of the house, I don't mind doing the outside.I was thinking that one day a week should probably keep it where it needs to be. How's that for starters?" Michelle thought about her pregnancy and how it might limit what she could do. She didn't show yet and right now, cash was critical so she didn't mention it. "Fine, I can do all those things," Michelle smiled at him even as she wished that one day a week was more frequent. "Excellent. Right then, why don't you tell me what you charge, what your availability is like and a little about yourself?" Michelle hesitated. She had no idea what to charge. This was the first time that she'd even tried this. Sure she could do those things, her mother had made her do them all the time, but that didn't mean she'd planned on being a paid cleaner. "Um right well, I'm totally available because I'm just starting to do this," she started, "I mean I've done all that before, just not for money. And um, because I haven't, I er don't really know how much I should charge," she said, thinking that she'd just blown her chances. Paul looked at her carefully. Here was a hot young blonde hiring out as a cleaner, not knowing what she should charge and looking somewhat lost. It seemed more than a bit odd. "Do you have references?" he asked her, thinking that the most likely scenario was drugs and that she might just clean him out the first time he wasn't home. He was surprised when she reacted by beginning to cry. "No," Michelle said, feeling the tear run down her cheek, tasting it's saltiness as it caught the corner of her mouth. She just knew that she wouldn't get the work. "What's wrong Michelle, why are you doing this?" Paul asked. Michelle wanted to walk out, to go away and never put herself in this situation again, but for some reason, Paul's kind demeanour and air of sympathy brought out all the emotion that she'd been choking back over the 2 weeks since she'd been kicked out of home. She unleashed the full story on him. Telling him about her loser boyfriend that had knocked her up and then abandoned her, about her family that blamed her and could only see that she'd betrayed their 'honest Christian values' before kicking her out, making a mockery of the very values they preached about. It all came out in a flood of tears, sobs and sniffs and soon she found herself cradled in this stranger's arms, shaking as he just held her and soothed her. Paul let her cry it out, feeling for this vulnerable young girl and wanting to help her. When she'd managed to compose herself, Paul made her a coffee and then sat back at the table with her. "I guess I just blew that, didn't I," Michelle said, her voice tinged with sadness and on the verge of letting go again. "No, not at all. I've never had kids, but I feel for you in your situation and can't imagine what you must be going through, so I'd like to help. I want you to work for me. I get the feeling though that one day a week isn't really going to keep you off the streets. So here's a wild and crazy idea. Why don't we spend a bit more time getting to know each other. I'll advance you some money to get you by and if it looks like working out, maybe you could be a live-in house keeper?" Michelle's eyes lit up at the suggestion, transforming her face into the thing of beauty that it normally was. "Really? I mean holy shit, fuck, um er sorry, just, well ... wow," blurted Michelle. "That is the most amazing offer, I would love to give it a chance." "Ok then. I have to work this week, but why don't you come over each night and we'll have a chat over dinner and then on Friday during the day you can clean the house. Do that and I'll give you $35 an hour for the cleaning for Friday and then if we go ahead with live in, we'll sort something else out." "Oh thank you so much, Michelle squealed, leaping from her chair to hug Paul. "I just know I'll be able to make this work!" Michelle left with a promise to return for dinner the following night. Over the course of the week, Michelle had dinner with Paul every night and then they'd sit and chat. He delved into her past, asking seemingly innocuous questions that gradually gave him an understanding of where her moral centre was. He was happy with what he heard and on Friday, she showed up early in the morning so that she could get in to begin cleaning before he left for the day. Paul gave her some final instructions on what was expected and then left for the day, knowing that he'd put some of his more valuable and less replaceable things in his safe. He considered himself a good judge of character and from what he'd heard over the week thought that Michelle was more likely to try and make a go of this so that she'd have a future than run off for a quick win through theft, but there was always that chance that he was wrong. Michelle spent the day alternating between exploring the house, marvelling at the fact that she may have found a home that was so beautifully appointed (way better than her parent's house) as well as a job that could provide some security for her and her child. She had no idea what would happen when the baby came and hadn't wanted to bring it up, but hopefully Paul wouldn't abandon her at that point. After all, he did know she was pregnant now. Maybe by then she'd have some cash tucked away and would be able to do things differently. She gathered the dirty laundry from the bathroom where Paul kept a hamper and lugged it to the laundry. She sorted the whites from the colours and put the machine on and then set about doing some vacuuming. It was when she hung the washing out that she came to the realisation that there was no underwear at all. She didn't think too much of it, it was merely a curiosity. When it was dry, she folded it and left it on the bed as she'd been instructed. Paul was apparently somewhat particular about where his clothes went and told her that he'd put them away himself. In the end she managed to finish her work before Paul had arrived home so she thought she'd do something nice for him. She saw his computer on the desk in his den and turned it on, intending to find a recipe on the internet and to email a friend to let her know that she was safe and that things were potentially looking up. When it booted up, the back ground was a picture of Miranda Kerr in some sexy Victoria's Secret lingerie. She opened up the web browser and opened her gmail account to send the email. Then she found a pasta recipe which she printed out, hoping the ingredients were in the house. She'd checked the fridge and the pantry before and they seemed well stocked. Just before she closed the computer down, she became curious and checked the history. Given that Paul was single (she'd found that out during the week) she wasn't surprised to see that there was a reasonable number of porn sites listed. She clicked a couple to see what sort of things might turn him on. There wasn't anything too outrageous, mostly just young girls in various stages of undress and occasionally engaged in sex. She was surprised to find herself getting aroused as she glanced through them, mainly because she was now thinking that he probably sat her in the chair she was in stroking his cock. She wondered which of the guys she clicked through would have a cock like his. Was he big? Circumcised? Blushing, she quickly turned it off, though not before giving herself a little rub between her legs. Time to make pasta, she thought. When Paul came home later on, he was pleasantly surprised by the lovely smell that greeted him as he entered. He went through the house, checking how it looked, happy with what he found. Then went to Michelle in the kitchen, in the middle of something of a mess, looking quite dishevelled as she stirred pasta in a boiling pan. She turned as he came in and smiled at him and his breath caught in his throat. She looked absolutely adorable. She was again wearing nothing more exotic than a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, but there was something hot about even that. "Well this is a pleasant surprise," he said to her, taking the scene in. "Well I finished cleaning a little earlier than expected, so I thought you might like me to cook for once since you've made me dinner every night so far this week. I used the internet for the recipe, I hope that's ok." "Sure, that's fine," Paul replied, grabbing a beer and sitting at the table. They chatted amiably until the food was ready at which point they devoured it hungrily. Eventually Paul announced that he'd reached a decision. "If you'd like to take me up on the offer, you can be my live in housekeeper," he told her, enjoying the euphoric reaction that the announcement launched. He suddenly found Michelle almost strangling him in her efforts to give him a big thank you hug. "I'll take care of buying food, we can share cooking responsibilities and you get all the icky housework. For that privilege, I'll pay you a salary of $3000 per month. No rent or board though, how does that sound?" "Unbelievable, that's how it sounds!" Michelle squealed. It wasn't a lot of money, but with no food or rent to pay for it mean that she only needed to buy clothes and incidentals and it was so much more than she could have hoped for! "Does that mean you'll take the job?" Paul teased. "Fuck yes!" she replied, then apologised for her profanity. "It's ok, I've heard it before," Paul laughed. "Right well how about tomorrow I pick you up from wherever it is you're staying at the moment and we can bring your things over?" "Oh my god Paul, yes please, that is so amazing, I will work so hard for you!" ---------------------- Later that night, alone again, Paul booted up his computer, blushing when the Miranda Kerr wallpaper came up and he remembered that Michelle would have seen it. He checked his history and saw that all the recent hits were for porn sites. Clicking through them, he realised that Michelle must have been checking out what he'd been looking at. He was a little embarrassed, but also completely hard at the thought of her sitting her going through so many pictures. Especially given that she was still prepared to take the job with him. Sitting thinking about the young girl that he was letting into his life and her situation led to him thinking about the fact that she was pregnant. Already aroused from thinking about her prowling through his history, he searched pregnant teens. It wasn't long until he was sitting at the computer, pants about his ankles, hard cock in his hand, stroking himself wilfully as image after image of naked pregnant young girls decorated his screen. He watched videos of pregnant girls masturbating, of them having sex, taking it in the ass, giving head, pretty much the full spectrum of what was available. There were pregnant girls who were obviously early in their term through to those that appeared to be only days away dropping. He lined up various stages and day dreamed about the fact that he would have the chance to see Michelle's body go through those changes, even if it wasn't going to be a naked progression like he was currently seeing. Eventually he grabbed a handful of tissues and allowed himself release, spurting warm cum with a picture of a very pregnant girl on her hands and knees, cleaning a floor in a French maid's outfit. It wasn't planned, it just happened to be at the point where he couldn't hold out any longer. Paul toyed with whether or not he should delete the history, finger hovering over the button for some time before he decided not to. If she chose to look, that was up to her. He secretly hoped that perhaps her looking would lead to something else ... though hopefully not her running away. He was determined not to do anything that wasn't clearly welcome. Even though she was hot, he knew it wouldn't be right to take advantage of a girl that had clearly been taken advantage of enough in the past. ---------------------- The following day Paul drove over to pick up Michelle who was glad to get off her friend's couch and cease being a burden. she looked forward to having some control back in her life. She'd known that her friend was stressing about the extra cost, already being closer to the poverty line than she liked, so it was a relief not to have to stretch the friendship any further. At Paul's she had her own room, though they had to share a bathroom. Michelle spent most of that first day simply enjoying having the place to herself, watching some television, doing some minor cleaning and wondering just how long this could last. She was determined to save as much money as she could as quickly as possibly so that if it turned sour she'd have something to fall back on. About the middle of the afternoon she decided to check her email and went and turned Paul's computer on. She checked her email and Facebook and then decided to check the history again. She was somewhat surprised to find a long list of sites related to naked pregnant teenagers. As Paul had, she went on something of a journey looking at all the girls through the different stages of pregnancy, seeing something of a prediction of what she herself would go through. It was quite daunting and she was about to turn it all off when she saw the photo that he'd finished on. She wasn't sure whether to be worried or not. Was that how he thought of her? Or was it the fact that she was coming into his house in the role of housekeeper that had led to him finding that image? She wasn't sure but determined to be extra careful when he was home until she could be sure or his motives. She turned off the computer and noticed the tissues in the waste paper basket. She picked it up and took it off to the main bin, figuring it was part of her cleaning. She couldn't help but guess what they contained. The first two weeks of Michelle's time at Paul's house passed with no much significance than that. She would occasionally steal a peek at what he'd been looking at and he obviously didn't care about her seeing it, or wasn't smart enough to clear his history. Michelle often wondered which it was. After two weeks though, Michelle received a bit of a surprise. She'd been doing his laundry and had, as requested, been putting it back on his bed, folded and ready for him to put away. It continually nagged at her though that she never saw any underwear. Not once. She surmised that he was either a commando sort of guy, or he was too embarrassed to let her see what he wore. She pictured 'tighty whities'. After two weeks, she finally couldn't contain herself. She went exploring in his room. When she went to his chest of drawers, she started at the top and soon found what she was looking for, though certainly not what she expected. She found a drawer full of women's panties. There was an amazing array of different types and styles, mostly from Victoria's Secret, but not exclusively so. There were boy legs, thongs, briefs, satin, lace, cotton and all sorts of combinations of those variables. She wondered whether they'd been collected from previous relationships (in which case he'd been around a bit) or whether this was just some kinky fetish. Checking the sizes, she quickly concluded the latter. After all, they were all the same. Michelle spent the rest of the day wondering about this development, partly jealous that he had a better collection than she did though mostly wondering if this hidden side of him was a cause for concern. Nothing he'd done to date provided any sign that the latter was an issue. She resolved to simply keep an eye on him and be extra watchful ... and possibly to even try and catch him wearing underwear, because the more she thought about how kinky it was, the more she seemed to be turned on by it. She kept trying to picture Paul in women's panties, though her imagination didn't really supply her with a reliable image. She held out for all of 3 days before she couldn't help herself. As they sat down eating the dinner that she'd prepared, she confessed. "Paul, I have a confession," she said as he helped himself to a second glass of red wine. The Pregnant Teen Maid Pt. 01 "Oh, what's that?" he asked casually. "I found your underwear drawer," she replied, watching for any sign of trouble. "Oh," he said, swallowing and putting the wine down. "And?" "Well, I was a bit surprised," Michelle said, "I mean do you actually wear those panties?" Paul's face had flushed the deepest shade of red she'd ever seen in his embarrassment. "Um, yeah I do," he replied, "I hope that doesn't freak you out too much." "Well not so much as to make me run away screaming," she laughed. Paul was visibly relieved. "What are you wearing right now?" She continued, suddenly feeling very curious. "Um, I'm not going to just up and tell you that," Paul laughed, "shit, I haven't even had time to process that you know my little secret." "Oh come on, I'm curious," Michelle probed. "Ok then, here's the deal, I'll tell you what I'm wearing if you tell me what you're wearing," Paul declared. "Hmm, alright then, I'm wearing a black cotton thong," she told him. "Nice. Well, I am wearing white lace boy legs," Paul replied, feeling his cock stiffening at the confession. "Tell me if I get out of line here, but I have to ask, do you masturbate in them, or just wear them?" "Um well, both I guess," Paul said, blushing again. He grabbed his wine and took several hurried gulps. He could see Michelle thinking and wondered just how far this conversation was going to go. "Sooo, like how on earth did you end up wearing them?" she asked. "Well it started simply enough," Paul said with a nervous giggle. "A girl that I was seeing had this thing for men that wore women's underwear and she used to get me to put hers on sometimes. I guess I enjoyed it too. It wasn't all the time, just now and then, but the sex when I did was always hot awesome. Then after we broke up, she'd left some of her underwear around the place and I would sometimes put it on or masturbate with it and soon, being on my own, I just kind of migrated across. I've always loved shopping for women's underwear and after buying her some stuff from Victoria's Secret, the catalogues kept coming to the house. One day, I was alone and horny, masturbating with one of her thongs and the catalogue was right there. I went on line and started buying stuff I liked. From there ... well eventually I just stopped wearing the boxers I used to." "Wow," Michelle said," watching him, surprised by the fact that she was getting very turned on. "Tell me, can I see your panties right now?" She held her breath, amazed that she'd actually let those words out of her mouth. Paul stared at her. His cock was rock hard now. He was thinking about all those nights he'd spent in front of the computer, looking at pictures that resembled this girl before him, about the fact that she suddenly seemed interested in his secret, the thing that he never revealed to anyone. Michelle could see the doubt and hesitation and blurted out, "I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?" Paul sighed, "Ok," he agreed, hand trembling slightly with nervousness as he reached for his wine glass. Michelle stood up from the table and moved to where he could see her. She was wearing black leggings under a t-shirt that clung to her breasts nicely. She grinned at him. "If it makes you feel better, I can't actually believe that I'm doing this," she said, her fingers grabbing the waist band of her leggings. She slid them down and then pulled her t-shirt up, revealing the thong. With a giggle, she twirled around, letting him see her from behind, the thong cutting between her pert little butt cheeks. "God you have a hot little bum," Paul said. Michelle giggled her thanks and pulled her leggings back up. "Your turn!" she said. Paul moved to where she had stood, Michelle now sitting back in her seat. He undid his belt and then fiddled with the button of his trousers, his fingers suddenly seeming much larger and clumsier than usual. Once he managed to disengage all the fastenings, he let the pants fall to the ground and lifted his business shirt, his hard cock stuck sideways beneath the waist band of the white lance panties. Michelle stared, smiling, loving the sight of the trapped hard cock. She indicated for him to twirl and Paul obliged. "You know, you don't have such a bad butt yourself," she said. "And I must say, a damn good package in the front. Paul grabbed his pants and pulled them back up. "Well, there, now you know my secret. I hope you're happy to continue working for me," Paul said a few moments later. "Of course, I am," Michelle said smiling. "Hell you've been so generous, I've nothing to complain about. I mean, I don't know if it's this phase of my pregnancy or not, but seeing you like that is actually a turn on, not off putting at all, so don't worry about it." They finished their dinner in silence, each pondering what the night would mean for them going forward. For the next couple of days, Michelle found herself wondering what Paul would be wearing and it became a bit of a game for them, her guessing until she had the style, material and colour before he would let her see him in what he was wearing. Each time she had to reveal her own panties as well. Michelle knew that he'd be off masturbating after they went to bed and often did the same thing, rubbing her clit until she had a quiet orgasm. She especially liked it when he wore lace, because his cock was so visible. That and when he would be hard in a thong and there simply wasn't enough material to contain him. His hard cock would poke out either the top, or one side, sometimes his testicles hanging out as well. She really wanted to suck him off, but found that she couldn't bring herself to cross that line. She could tell that seeing her in panties was turning him on too and after a week of their game, decided that she'd try something different. She thought back to the French maid picture that he'd been looking at early in her time in the house and wondered how he'd react if he came home and she was cleaning without wearing pants. She pulled a t-shirt on and tied it off at the waist before putting on a yellow lacie from Victoria's Secret. Then, when she heard him coming in the door, she quickly knelt down and started cleaning up the milk that she'd deliberately poured on the floor. Paul came into the kitchen and stopped in surprise. The first thing he'd seen was Michelle's cute little butt sticking out at him in the yellow panties. His cock reacted instantly. "Everything ok?" he asked, apologising when Michelle gave a little scream and jumped. "Shit you scared me!" Michelle lied, before telling him that she'd just dropped the milk and managed to spill it all over her pants. She turned to face him and then sat back on her heels, her knees parted either side of the puddle of milk. She noticed Paul's eyes flick down toward her crotch, but did nothing to hide herself. Paul tried hard to avoid staring. The way that Michelle was sitting left her with a puddle of milk between her legs. Her t-shirt was tied at the waist and her tits were clearly defined. From what he could see, her breasts must have been getting bigger with the pregnancy, because her bra didn't seem to be doing the whole job at the moment. Between her legs the yellow panties were almost see through, showing a thin shadow of her landing strip. He didn't say was how much it would look like she'd pissed herself if it wasn't milk on the floor, or that if she had, she would have turned him on even more. "I'll just be a sec," Michelle said, smiling before returning to cleaning up the milk. Paul stood and watched, conscious of the fact that his hard cock was escaping the satin thong that he was wearing. As Michelle finished, she stood up, eyeing off his erection. "So you like me cleaning in my underwear do you?" she teased him, her eyes indicating that she was aware of his state of arousal. "Well what's not to like, you look so damn cute down there," he grinned in response. "And I do love a nice lacie." "Well then I'll give you a treat, I'll leave my pants off for the night," she said, taking the cloth that she'd used to clean the floor to the laundry. She cooked dinner for the both of them and Paul stood around with his wine, drinking slowly as he watched her butt move back and forth around the kitchen. "Just don't forget there's more to me than my butt," Michelle said to him at one point. "Oh don't worry, it's very obvious that there's more to you than that," he laughed. Michelle noted that his eyes went to her chest. "Yeah, I'm more than tits as well you know," she responded. "Oh indeed, it's just that over the last week or so you seem to have become more tits than you were before," Paul teased in response. "And from where I stand it seems that you're asking a lot more of that bra than perhaps you should." Michelle blushed. "Well I can't argue there," she said. "I feel like I've exploded, but I was trying to wait for things to settle down so that I didn't go buy a new bra and then have to replace it two weeks later," she explained. "Let me take you shopping, Paul suggested. "I would love the chance to take you underwear shopping and if you out grow your bra, well, then I can take you again!" "Really? You'd do that for me?" "Well I have an ulterior motive ... if I get to see you in whatever it is I buy, then I get something out of it too." "Well maybe if you are generous enough with the underwear, I'll be generous enough to wear it around the house for you," she smiled, noting that Paul's cock was no less hard than when she'd first spied it. "How about I take the morning off tomorrow and we go shopping then?" Paul asked, trying hard not to let his hand drift down to stroke his cock. "Sounds awesome," Michelle said. "In fact it will be great to get something that fits properly." She untied her t-shirt and then pulled it off over her head. Her breasts were almost spilling from the too-small cups of her white cotton bra. "Just so you know how much I need it." She pulled the t-shirt back on, choking back laughter as she saw Paul's reaction to her revelation. They had dinner together with Michelle being true to her word and spending the time with her t-shirt tied again to show off the yellow lacie that she was wearing. About half way through dinner Michelle decided that things weren't really fair and insisted that Paul take his pants off and spend the night in his underwear as well. Paul resisted for a little while before relenting. He removed his pants and revealed a white satin thong. One testicle had slipped from the garment and his semi erect cock hung half out of one side. He tucked it back within the front panel and tried to get his testicle to behave, but the thong simply wasn't big enough. "We could start the shopping process on line," Michelle suggested as they stood together in the kitchen doing the dishes. "Well that's true," Paul said, his cock reacting to the suggestion. Michelle handed him the last of the dishes and left him to dry it, telling him that she'd go get the computer going. Paul quickly dried it and put it away then went to the study to find Michelle with the Victoria's Secret website up. She smiled back over her shoulder as he came in and pulled a second chair beside hers. "Right, what sort of bras do you like?" he asked. "To be honest, I've only ever worn simple cotton ones, probably because mum was always around when I was buying them and because I never really had any tits to speak of. What turns you on?" "Well, I get turned on by almost anything!" Paul laughed in response. "Let's see what piques your interest." He took the mouse from her and started going through various collections and styles. After a good hour of searching through the website, they'd written down a number of different things to look for in the store the next day. "God, I can't believe how excited I am about this," Michelle laughed as she made to move and leave Paul at the computer. "Of course, it's pretty clear that you like the thought," she teased, glancing down to where his stiff cock had once again escaped the confines of his thong. "Yeah, well what can I say? It's true," he laughed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I need some ah, personal time." "Have fun," Michelle said, knowing that he was about to start looking at porn and stroking his cock. She left the room and swung the door almost closed. Part of her wanted to offer to help him out with his 'tension' but she didn't want to ruin things either. It was bad enough that she'd agreed to let him buy her underwear without starting to sleep with her employer. Instead she went back to her room and slipped her fingers between her legs. She was already soaked and she rubbed her natural lubricant up over her clit, gasping in response to the intense feeling as she teased and played with it. She spread her lips with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other until she felt her orgasm crash over her, providing the release she'd been wanting. The following morning Paul woke up horny. Even though he'd perused plenty of porn and cum hard after 'window shopping' with Michelle on line the night before, his whole body seemed to know what was in store for it that day. He went through his panty drawer to find something to wear and settled on a lacie the same as Michelle had been wearing the day before, though black rather than yellow. Michelle woke equally horny. She desperately needed the underwear, but more than just needing it, having Paul buy it for her and knowing that she'd likely be showing herself off in it had her worked up. She'd never considered herself an exhibitionist, but she was starting to wonder. She pulled out a red lace thong and slipped it on along with the same inadequate bra that she'd been wearing the day before. She decided that a t-shirt was enough to have breakfast in and wandered into the kitchen, feeling a little kinky as she knew that she'd likely see Paul there and that he'd see her underwear. Paul's eyebrows rose in surprise when Michelle wandered in to have breakfast half dressed, though he said nothing and simply admired the view. "What are you wearing shopping today?" Michelle asked him as they sat opposite each other eating their cereal. "You're looking at it," Paul replied. He had a pair of dark blue cargo shorts and a white linen short sleeved shirt. "That's not what I meant and you know it," Michelle replied, grinning. "Well then you'll have to guess." "Thong?" Paul shook his head. "Bikini?" Again no. "Hipster?" Nod and so it went until she had exactly what he was wearing pictured in her mind. "Show me," she said to finish. With a grin, Paul stood up and removed his shorts, his cock evidently semi hard within the confines of the women's underwear. "I have to say, I love seeing you like that," Michelle said. "Though its better when you're truly rock hard. And I like the way you've basically put on what I had on yesterday." "Well, I was fishing through my drawer and saw these and thought of you," Paul replied. "You ready to shop?" "Oh yes, though I think I'll put a skirt on," Michelle laughed, grabbing the dishes and putting them in the sink. She pulled on a simple white cotton skirt with a floral pattern adorning it and grabbed her hand bag. The two of them drove to the store. With the list from the night before in hand, they quickly picked out a number of bras for Michelle to try on as well as matching panties and a few items that were on clearance that looked like fun. Michelle spent some time looking at the corsets, but knew that there was no point given her body was about to change so dramatically. Then they went to the change rooms. Paul waited outside and Michelle went in to put on the first bra, a white lace demi-cup. Paul stood outside, watching women go back and forth, men wandering around in varying states of mind ... embarrassed, nervous, excited. He wished that he was on the other side of the door, but thought that even with what he'd seen around the house it would be expecting too much. At that point that the door opened and Michelle stood there in her skirt and the bra. "What do you think?" she asked, letting the door swing wide enough that anyone walking past would be able to see in. "I think that you're incredibly sexy," Paul replied, "And that bra looks lovely." Michelle grinned at the compliment. "let's try the next one then," she said, turning to where she'd hung the collection on a hook. With her back to him, she released the clasp of the one she was wearing and pulled on the next. Paul was left to see her entire naked back and with the mirrors in the room, caught a glimpse of her breast only briefly, but long enough to harden his cock. The next bra was also a white demi-cup, but with small black polka dots on it. Paul new that they'd also grabbed a matching low rise bikini that went with it. He saw Michelle grab them and slip them on under her skirt, over the top of the thong that she was wearing. Then she slipped her skirt off of her hips and dropped it to the floor before turning to face him. "Wow," Paul said. "that is a definite yes. That is coming home with us." Michelle beamed at him and then suggested that perhaps he should just come into the change room with her to save them some time. Paul returned her grin as he stepped in and she closed the door behind him. She indicated for him to take a seat and then proceeded to change in front of him time and again, making no effort to hide her swelling breasts from his sight. Paul sat there the whole time with his cock hard as stone as he saw her in any number of different underwear combinations. In the end Michelle picked out four different bras, matching panties and a couple of other panties as well. She dressed in what she'd worn to get there and then asked Paul to wait a moment. She left him in the change room for a bit and then came back with more clothes. "What's this? He said, thinking that they'd finished. Michelle held up a pair of spandex cheeky panties. "Nice," Paul commented. Michelle then held up a second pair only slightly larger. "We can match," Michelle suggested. "Put them on." Paul grinned. He stood up and removed his shorts and the panties that he was wearing,his cock rock hard from the activity in the change room. Then he took the cheekies that Michelle handed to him and pulled them on. Michelle bit her lower lip when she saw Paul's generous cock at last and then pulled on the small pair of the same panty that she'd brought for herself. Then she turned and revealed something else. It was a 'back off baby low back bustier' in black. She put it on and did it up before taking off the panties she was wearing and putting on the thong that matched the bustier. "Fuck, that is so hot Michelle," Paul offered. "Yeah, pity there's not point with me going to get all fat and pregnant," she sighed. "Buy it anyway," Paul said. "Wear it now and I'm sure you'll get back into it some time after the baby. Besides, it's so hot that if you're prepared to walk around the house in it, I don't care if you only wear it once!" Michelle clapped her hands happily, then turned and produced another one. "This one's in your size," Michelle said, giggling. "er what?" Paul laughed. "I want you to try it on too," she said to him. Paul hesitated. As much as he liked to wear women's underwear, he'd never ventured as far as this before, only ever having put panties on. It wasn't something that he'd even thought about. He was however, prepared to go out on a limb for this hot young girl. Michelle helped him and then knelt down in front of him to drag off the cheekies he was still wearing. Then she held out the thong for him to put on, his cock at eye level as he stepped into it. Paul couldn't believe how arousing it was to see Michelle on her knees as she dressed him. He went to pull the thong into place, but Michelle didn't let go and did it for him, her hand grabbing hold of his cock to pack him away. She wasn't very successful given how small the thong was and how erect his cock was. She gave him a couple of strokes and almost decided to suck him, but held back at the last second. The Pregnant Teen Maid Pt. 01 Paul resisted a loud moan. He was as hard as he'd ever been thanks to this kinky young girl. "Oh that has to come home too!" Michelle declared as she stood up and surveyed her handiwork. She wasn't sure why she found the sight of her new boss in a bustier and thong exciting, she just knew that she did. "Do you need any help in there?" someone asked from outside. "No, we're fine thank you," Michelle responded with a grin and then the two of them returned to their own clothing and took what they wanted to the counter to pay. "You know that you have several items the same, but the sizes are different?" the girl at the counter asked as she sorted their shopping. "Yeah, that's fine, I'm pregnant and buying ahead," Michelle said as Paul looked anywhere but at the girl. The girl behind the counter looked a little surprised, but said nothing and soon they were driving home again with their purchases. "Something tells me that she didn't really buy your story back there," Paul laughed, "Which is why I like to buy online." "Well it doesn't really matter, what you like is up to you," Michelle said. "Yes, but not everyone is as understanding as you are," Paul smiled. "Kinky you mean," Michelle replied. "That too." As soon as they were home Michelle put on one of her new bras and insisted that they both change into matching panties as she sorted through the pile of new purchases. She threw a white fishnet and lace thong to Paul as she shed her own underwear. Paul stood there, watching in surprise as Michelle changed in front of him, his eyes glued to her pussy where he could see a thin landing strip of pubic hair. "Come on, don't be shy," Michelle urged, surprising herself at just how demanding and dominant she was suddenly being. Paul removed his shorts and panties and pulled on the thong that he'd been thrown so that he matched Michelle. She pulled a t-shirt back on over her bra and tied it off at the waist, but made no attempt to put her skirt back on. She walked closer to Paul and stood in front of him. "Thank you for everything Paul, for the job, the place to live and especially for buying me underwear that you didn't have to," she said sincerely. She put her hands on his hips, stood up on her toes and put a peck on his lips. "You're a saint." "Oh I am far from that!" Paul laughed, "But you are most welcome. You've turned out to be a hell of a lot more than I ever thought you'd be, but so far it's all been amazingly good." He went to put his shorts on, but Michelle stopped him. "No pants day," she simply said, laughing and walking away to leave his eyes following the sway of her hips and the tight curves of her butt. "As much as I would enjoy that, I have to go in to work for the afternoon," Paul told her. She turned and pouted at him before coming close. Her hand reached out and stroked his cock in the thong. "Party pooper," she said with a giggle, then left him alone again, his cock having hardened significantly. Paul shook his head and pulled his shorts on before grabbing his keys and lap top and heading for the office. Michelle was left at home, alone and horny. She went to the computer and decided to see what Paul had been looking at recently. There were a lot of photos of girls in underwear or nothing and masturbating and the like, but eventually Michelle found something different that surprised and shocked her. She started a video that had been down loaded and watched as a girl about her own age pulled up the skirt that she was wearing and revealed a pair of cotton panties. Nothing seemed to happen and then Michelle uttered a small gasp as they started to darken and then pee flowed from them. She was wetting herself! That was just the first video of many that she then watched all of them somehow involving pissing. Some were simply girls wetting themselves in anything from panties to jeans to stockings, whilst others involved people pissing on each other. She must have sat there for 2 hours watching them and was once again surprised to find that rather than be revolted and turned off, she actually wanted to see more. Finally she turned the computer off again and left it alone, her mind whirling and her pussy tingling. She went to her room and fingered herself to an enthusiastic orgasm. Over the next week, Michelle took to only wearing panties around the house unless there was some chance of someone coming around. She kept a pair of shorts by the front door just in case she had to answer it, but otherwise didn't bother. She loved the fact that it seemed to keep Paul hard almost all the time. He too started only wearing underwear when he'd get home and the more Michelle saw it, the more she started to want to cross the line and suck his cock. She loved nothing more than seeing it hard in a thong. One day she put on her corset and the matching thong and made sure that she was down on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor when Paul came home. She'd decided that this would be the day and just knew that seeing her on her knees in this outfit would get him nice and hard. True to form, when he came in, she could see that he was hardening quickly and demanded that he take his pants off then and there. He slipped them off and revealed a pink cotton bikini with his almost completely erect cock straining to be released. She crawled over toward him. "mmm that looks so incredibly good Paul," she said, glancing up at him, reaching with her hand. He didn't move away, but she saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Her hand closed on his cock and rubbed him in the panties. She stroked and played. "I've been thinking about this cock of yours for a long time now," she told him, sitting back on her heels. She quickly pulled the bikini out and aside, slipping his erection out the leg hole. "And I've decided that I want to suck it. Can I suck your cock please Paul?" Paul looked down at the young girl, sitting back on her heels, his hard cock in her hand. Her lips glistened and her tongue licked them invitingly. He'd wondered many times what he'd do if this moment ever came given the way they'd been teasing each other around the house. Now he knew. "Yes," he simply replied. A large smile spread across Michelle's lips as she pulled him closer by the cock and then opened her mouth and sucked his length between her lips. Her tongue swirled around the head, slid up and down his shaft and then she sucked him in again, moving up and down. She savoured how smooth and hard the cock felt as it slid over her tongue. One hand cupped his balls in the panties and squeezed gently as she kept sucking at him, the other stroked the base of his shaft. Feeling that he was unlikely to get any harder, she tucked him back in the bikini for a look, then sucked the head of his cock through the cotton, making sure to get it nice and wet. She slurped and sucked and dribbled saliva until the panties were wet and clinging to the entire length of his cock. Se popped a testicle out the leg and sucked that into her mouth before kneeling back to admire her handiwork. "Fuck that looks good," she said. "I can't tell you how amazing it feels," Paul said. Michelle grinned at him and then pulled his panties quickly down his legs, his hard cock springing free. Greedily she grabbed it and started sucking again, Paul moaning vocally as he watched her hot lips slide up and down the length of his cock. He thrust at her and she happily took him. Paul could feel his balls tensing up and knew that he was about to cum. He warned Michelle, unsure as to how she would want him to finish, but she simply kept going, hand pumping at his shaft, lips sliding over his head and when he exploded, she pulled him into her mouth and he shot his second spurt straight down her throat, swallowing everything that he had to give her. Michelle pulled his panties up and packed them away. "Thank you," she said before he even had a chance to speak. "Thank me? I think that you're the one deserving the thanks," Paul replied, smiling. "Well as long as we both enjoyed it we're good right?" Michelle answered. "That would be correct, though a vast understatement from my side of things," Paul laughed. "Well I've wanted to do that for a while now, but I was worried that it might effect our professional relationship as maid and employer," Michelle said, standing from the floor. "Oh I think we're fine," Paul said, surprised that she said she'd wanted it before. "You know how hard you make me, I was just worried that if I made a move you'd think I was trying to take advantage of your situation and dependency on me." "Well you can be sure now that I am a willing participant," Michelle smiled. "Now, what would you like for dinner?" -------- "How far along are you now Michelle?" Paul asked her one day over dinner. "Four months," she replied. "I have a crazy idea that you may like, but if you don't just say no. I was thinking that you might like a photo record of the development of your body through this pregnancy?" "Hey, that's a great idea, pity I didn't think of it a couple of months ago when I had no tits, but I guess at least my belly isn't showing yet," Michelle replied. "What made you think of it?" Paul blushed. "Oh I was just thinking about stuff," Paul answered. "Oh stuff, hey? And you always think about my body getting all bloated and fat when you think about stuff do you?" she teased him. "Not bloated and fat, pregnant," Paul said, desperately trying to rescue himself. "Oh sure, whatever," she laughed. Paul brought out his camera and suggested that they take photos in specific poses on the same night each week until the end of the pregnancy. Michelle agreed that that would be a good way to do it and so they picked a spot in the living room and Michelle pulled off the t-shirt that she was wearing to stand before Paul in her underwear. "You have to be in just your underwear for this too," she told him. "I want to get some fun out of this too." Paul stripped down to the white lace thong that he was wearing and started taking photos of Michelle. She stood facing him, then side on, then to his surprise removed her bra and stood facing him topless. His cock thrust at the thong as he snapped her before she turned side on for another photo. Then she got down on her hands and knees and knelt side on to him, telling him that she wanted to see how close to the floor her belly would get by the end of the pregnancy. She stayed on the floor and faced him on her hands and knees and then rolled over onto her back as well. "Can I ask for a pose?" Paul said to her. "Sure." "Can you come over and sit back on your heels like when you sucked my cock?" "Oh yes," she smiled at him and obliged. Paul snapped a photo, wondering how far her belly would be poking out beneath her tits as the pregnancy continued. "What about this view?" Michelle said, turning to get back on her hands and knees and facing away from him. "Does it make you want to fuck me doggy style?" She was wearing a pale blue cotton thong with white flowers on it and a lace trim around the waist and Paul affirmed that it did indeed make him want to do that. Michelle could tell from the state of his cock that it was true. "What about now?" she teased, pulling the thong down her legs to reveal her bare pussy lips and puckered anus to him. "Now that's just too much," Paul answered. "Really? Well how about I make it all better for you," Michelle said, turning and advancing on him. Once again she knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth. Paul watched her sucking enthusiastically and tried to imagine kneeling behind her and slipping his cock into her pussy or arse doggy style like she'd just teased him with. The image of her pussy lips was burned into his mind and he wished that he could lick her, but had decided that he would let things progress as she led, not wanting to push her into anything that might be misconstrued at a later date. Michelle expertly worked her tongue and lips and teeth on his cock until she again received a mouthful of his cum. "Well, I guess I can look forward to doing this again next week," she said as she put her bra and t-shirt back on. "Not as much as I will," Paul grinned. Two days later while Paul was at work, Michelle spent some time perusing his internet history again. This time she found a lot of pregnancy related porn as well as pissing porn. There were even videos of pregnant girls pissing. She was sitting there in her panties and this time, didn't bother going back to her bedroom, but dropped her fingers to her pussy and started masturbating at the computer. One of the hottest videos that she saw was of a topless girl sitting on a guy's lap. He was sucking on her tits and she was moaning and grinding on him and then she pissed herself. She was wearing jeans and they slowly soaked through and then it was like flood gates had opened once the material was saturated. When she stood up, his jeans too had been soaked through by her piss. She knelt between his legs, stroking his wet jeans against his hard cock for a couple of minutes before pulling it out and giving him a hand job. It finished with him spraying his cum all over her face and tits. Not long after that Michelle came hard as well, her juices soaking into the chair after they'd run down the crack of her bum. She kept thinking about it throughout the rest of the day as she cleaned house. It stayed with her for the next 3 days until she finally decided that she was going to try and completely surprise Paul. Before Paul came home, she put on a pair of blue cotton bikinis with pink hems. From what she'd been watching, she'd decided that the cotton panties were the hottest when they were pissed in. Something about the way they soaked through so nicely. Then she started drinking water. By the time that Paul made it home and dinner was cooked, she was getting pretty desperate. She found herself wolfing down the pasta that she'd made and Paul seemed to be watching her with some amusement. "Got somewhere to be?" he asked at one point as she shovelled food into her mouth. "What?" "You're eating like you haven't seen food in a month," he laughed. "Must be a pregnancy thing," Michelle said, trying to slow down, her legs pressed together in an effort to keep from pissing herself ahead of time. She managed to hold out until he'd finished eating and then made her way to his chair. He was wearing a pair of spandex boy legged panties and Michelle knelt before him and rubbed his cock to get it hard. It was clear that Paul thought that he was about to get another blow job, but after licking him through his panties, Michelle stood up and pushed his knees together so that she could sit and straddle him. As she pulled her t-shirt over her head, she told Paul that her nipples had been almost aching with a need all day. She told him that she'd pulled them and played with them, but what she really needed was to have them sucked. She loved the look of surprise on his face as she reached behind herself to release the clasp of her floral bra. "I can't believe they're c-cups," she laughed, "Who'd have thought I'd grow like 2 sizes!" "Whatever size they are, they're amazing," Paul said as she offered them to him. He bent his head and took her left nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently but deep into his mouth, his tongue teasing and twirling, flicking back and forth. Michelle groaned and ground herself against him, feeling his cock growing between them. She wanted him completely hard when she let herself go. She felt him shuffle his butt forward, enabling her to grind on his cock better as he swapped nipples. His hand closed over her left tit as her right was treated to the attentions of his tongue. His hips were moving as well as he responded to her grinding. Michelle tipped her head back, took a breath and then released it as she allowed herself to finally release the tension in her bladder. She felt the first trickle flow from between her lips and then the material of her panties dampen. Then the flood came and her warm piss completely soaked the cotton and began to soak Paul beneath her. She felt his whole body stiffen in shock as the warm piss flowed over his panty clad cock, balls and legs. Michelle leaned back as Paul ceased the attention on her nipples and pushed her torso back so that he could see what was happening. "What the?" he started to say as he watched the stream of piss flow from her panties and soak him. He kept grinding his cock at her though and then his fingers went down to touch the wet fabric as if to confirm that it was really happening. "Oh fuck,' he said, his fingers rubbing the wet panties against her pussy as her flow came to a stop. Michelle grinned at him and then dismounted to kneel beside the chair, her hand rubbing his cock in the soaked panties. She felt kinkier than she'd ever felt before and her other hand toyed with her own wet panties for a bit before she extricated his cock and began to pump it. Paul just watched in amazement as Michelle almost completely duplicated a video that he'd been watching just a couple of days ago. He didn't think he'd ever been so hard in his life. When he was close to cumming, he tipped his head back and groaned loudly as Michelle pointed his cock at her face. He had to watch as he felt his balls release. His cum sprayed from the tip of his cock and splattered on her cheek before the second spurt landed in her open mouth and the third on her tit. Michelle grinned at him and stood up, pulling her panties tight against her pussy lips. Paul just stared. "What brought that on?" he asked as he recovered some composure. "I take it you enjoyed it then?" Michelle asked, grinning. "Fuck yes." "I thought you might, because I've been watching what you've been watching on the internet. I hope you don't mind me invading your privacy like that." "Fuck, not when it ends like this I don't," he said. Michelle reached for a jug of water that she'd left in the centre of the table and poured a glass. She handed it to Paul and said, "Drink up, I want you to piss on me," and then "but I've got some cleaning to do. Paul took the water and started drinking as he watched his young pregnant live-in maid get down and start cleaning the floorboards in just her piss soaked cotton panties. The sight of the wet material clinging to her arse and pussy was almost enough to get his just drained cock moving again. He ignored his desire to sit and masturbate while he watched her though and instead started downing the water from the jug that she had handed him. He didn't bother with a glass, he drank long and fast from the jug wishing he could fast track the fluid through his body to enable him to piss on her. His mind was spinning at the variety of ways that it could be done. He'd long dreamed of hooking up with someone kinky enough to indulge in this fantasy with him but had never quite managed to go through with it. Now, here was Michelle who'd simply seized the initiative and pissed all over his cock. He emptied the jug and walked to the kitchen to re-fill it, the wet material of his panties a reminder of what he was about to enjoy. When he returned, Michelle was cleaning the seat upon which they'd been sat, kneeling beside it. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned at him. "Have you given any thought as to how you'd like me when it's time?" she asked him as if reading her mind. "There's lots of ways I want to piss on you," he grinned, "but to start with, I'd love to just have you kneel in front of me and let me piss all over your wonderful tits." "Sounds like a plan then," Michelle said, standing from the floor as she finished cleaning the chair. She left him to drink more water and continued cleaning. The Pregnant Teen Maid Pt. 01 Paul kept stroking his cock in the wet panties as he drank until he didn't think he could physically drink anymore and sure enough, before too long, he could feel that he needed to pee. "It's time," he said to Michelle, barely controlling the grin that threatened to split his face in two. Michelle had changed into a pink t-shirt and another pair of panties, this time a white cotton thong. "Do you want me clothed or naked?" Michelle asked him. "You know, I really think I'd enjoy it if you were naked," he said, his cock hardening at the thought of seeing his stream of piss cascading over her naked breasts. "And where would you like to do it?" "How about in the shower? That way you won't have to clean it up after," Paul said, feeling guilty that if he made a mess of her she'd feel obliged as the cleaner to fix everything. "Sounds like a fine idea," Michelle smiled at him. She stood up from the couch with Paul's assistance and then he followed her to the bathroom. She moved into the shower alcove and then turned to face him. She peeled off the t-shirt, revealing a white push up bra which was also quickly removed. Paul admired her swollen breasts, noting that her nipples were stiff and hard as she slid the thong down her legs and stood naked in front of him. Paul pulled his own panties off and held his semi-erect cock before him as he stripped of his remaining clothes. Michelle knelt down in the shower and sat back on her heels, spreading her legs to reveal her pussy as well. "Pee on me Paul, shower me with your hot piss," she said, grinning at him. She noted that his cock seemed to be getting harder as she told him to. Paul looked down at the hot young thing before him and found that his piss suddenly didn't want to come. He was getting too excited. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to concentrate on the need to relieve himself, trying to block the image of Michelle from his mind. Eventually he felt the familiar tingle and then the flow of piss from the end of his dick. It was a trickle, but it was the pre-cursor he needed to a full release. He opened his eyes as his full stream began to flow from his dick and he watched as his warm piss splashed onto Michelle's chest between her tits. "Ooo, its nice and warm," she smiled at him, head tilted up out of the way of the stream, her hands moving to cup her tits, offering them to him. Paul aimed his cock, moving it back and forth, watching as his piss hit her left nipple, then her right, up and over her tits, down toward her belly. When Michelle felt the stream cascading over she belly, she leant back, giving access to her pussy and Paul aimed directly for it, seeing his stream flow between her legs. Feeling it on her pussy, Michelle moved to sit on her bum, spreading her legs, her fingers moving to spread herself, tilting herself up, Paul's piss hitting her right on her pussy and between her lips. She felt dirty. She felt naughty, but most of all, she felt incredibly turned on. His stream came to a stop and the flow of wee over her body ceased. Michelle moved back to her knees, eyeing off Paul's cock, mind working overtime, body demanding more. She reached out and stroked him, noting how he went hard almost instantly. A final drop of piss fell from the little slit in the end of his cock and then closing her eyes quickly, she engulfed him in her mouth, sucking long and hard at his erection, Paul crying out in surprise and pleasure. She sucked him for a few more moments and then stood up, dragging her breasts up over his cock and belly, wet with his piss, pulling herself up his body. She kissed him, spearing her tongue between his lips, grinding her body against his, feeling a need that she'd not felt since getting pregnant, a desperate desire to have a cock thrust in her pussy. "I want you to fuck me," she said to him, their eyes locking together. Paul's eyes widened in surprise. "You sure?" he queried. "Yes I'm sure I need you to fuck me so bad." She was pushing him from the shower and Paul allowed her to take charge. She took him to the carpeted hall just outside the bathroom and dropped to her knees again, sucking him before laying down on the floor and urging him to join her. Paul looked down at her body, still glistening with the remnants of his urine and then moved between her legs, his cock knowing exactly where to go. As he guided himself between her legs he found her extremely wet and ready. Michelle wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, groaning as she felt him spear inside. "Oh fuck yes Paul," she cried. Paul didn't speak, he simply fucked. His cock slid in and out of her wet pussy, her lips gripping his shaft as he pulled and pushed. She demanded it harder, faster and he obliged, slamming his cock into her pussy over and over again. He wanted it to last but quickly found that her urgency and desire was caused him to explode beforehe really wanted to, cum filling her pussy as she cried out with happy approval of his explosion. Paul held himself in her as he wondered what happened next. Michelle lay panting beneath him, her hips moving in small motions. Her eyes met his and a smile spread across his face. "We should try that in a bed some time," she said laughing as she pushed his chest gently away with her hand. He took it as a sign that she wanted to move. He slipped his cock from her pussy and she put a hand between her legs before moving back to the shower quickly. "Coming in?" she asked him as she turned the water on, removing her hand and allowing his seed to spill down her leg. "Since you've asked ..." he said, joining her. -------------- "So do we need some ground rules?" Paul asked her over dinner a couple of days later. "What do you mean?" Michelle asked. "Well, I think that we should at least discuss some limits just in case I want to do something and you don't?" "Such as?" "Well, where and when we can pee for example, because as kinky as I am, I'd prefer if no one pissed on the couch, or the carpet," he said to her. "Oh, I get it," she laughed. "And that sure would make the cleaning thing easier. Ok, so I think only in the wet areas and the dining room where there's floorboards." "Cool," Paul replied. "What about the when? Like, do I need to ask permission before I piss on you?" Michelle eyed off her live in boss, wondering about what the result would be if she said no. "How about, no, but if I see you about to and say no or if you start to and I say no, you have to stop?" "Sounds fair, I mean that's only right anyway, that if anyone says no at any time, it stops." Michelle smiled. "And what about you, can I piss on you whenever I like?" Michelle asked. Paul smiled. "Same conditions," he replied. "Awesome," Michelle grinned. "I look forward to more wet fun!" "You don't know how much I like hearing you say that"," Paul grinned at her. "Oh I have a fair idea," she replied, picking up the very large glass of water that she had on the table with her dinner and drinking deeply from it. ----------------------- Over the next couple of weeks, Paul and Michelle experimented and each Wednesday Michelle would pose for pictures, adopting each of the poses that she had in the first week. Then the two of them would line them up on the computer and compare how her body was changing. Her belly was just beginning to show and Paul was surprised how much the subtle curve of her early pregnancy was turning him on. He found himself getting even more excited about the prospect of pissing on her late in her pregnancy, of watching his pee flow over a big smooth round belly. Paul drank a lot of water before he came home the next day and was happy to find Michelle on her hands and knees in the kitchen, wearing the low backed bustier and matching thong that they'd bought at Victoria's Secret. He desperately needed to pee, but said nothing as Michelle quickly greeted him then went back to cleaning. She knew how much it turned him on to find her cleaning in her underwear like this and so often contrived to clean the kitchen floor when he was due home. Paul grinned as she kept wiping the floor down and then fished out his cock. He choked the end of his dick and then allowed the pee to flow up to the point where he'd blocked it. Then, letting go, his piss flew from his cock, spraying out in a long wet arc to splash over her back. Michelle gasped as she felt the piss hit her between her shoulder blades. As he continued to piss, Paul stepped closer, cock waving back and forth, piss flowing over her as she curled herself toward the floor, shoulders and bum becoming the high points, piss flowing down over her waist. Paul pissed over her bum as well, the piss soaking her thong, flowing between her legs so that she felt it on her anus and pussy. He moved around her, soaking her until finally he stopped. "You're such a dirty boss, aren't you?" Michelle said from the floor, smiling. "I can't imagine what my friends would say if I told them that when you came home from work you pissed on me when I was cleaning the floor. You're just lucky I like it so much!!' "I have to be the luckiest boss in the world," Paul grinned. He saw a twinkle in Michelle's eye as she turned to face away from him, one hand going back to her thong, pulling it aside. As he watched, she started to piss, her own flow arching away behind her. Paul quickly knelt behind her so that her stream hit his pants, soaking him. He rubbed his cock as she finished pissing, feeling it harden in his wet pants. "Damn that was sexy," Paul told her as she turned to smile at him. "Well consider it a little welcome home treat seeing as you decided to give me one," Michelle laughed. "Do you know what I'd like to see you do?" Paul asked. "Tell me," was the response. "I'd like you to do some wetting for me. I'd love to see you piss yourself in a pair of jeans or even stockings under a short skirt." "Well then, I'll have to see if I have some clothes that meet your requirements. I'd kind of stopped wearing pants," Michelle laughed. "Well if we need to buy you some, just let me know," Paul replied. "Any excuse for new clothes is a good one," Michelle grinned in reply.