2 comments/ 15615 views/ 7 favorites Forget You By: theilluminaughty "Hi, I'm Sam." A very strong-looking man introduced himself as he sat down next to me at the bar. "Can I buy you a drink?" I scoffed, but then rethought this proposal. A pale, handsome, brown-haired guy with a goatee, it couldn't go that badly, could it? "Fine, I guess so. I'm Katie." "See, I've met a lot of Katies, with an ie or a y, a c or a k, Catherine with a C or a K or an ryn or any other gigantic variation of the name, but I can't say I've ever met one as pretty as you." I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "What?" he said. "Is it hard for you to believe you're pretty?" he looked me up and down. "Maybe 32 weeks ago I was pretty. Today, not so much." I did believe that. Blue eyed, blonde, fairly skinny but thick in all the right places, I was pretty gorgeous before I got pregnant. But now? 2 months away from my due date, huge, and sitting at a bar drinking a Shirley Temple like a fucking idiot? Not so much. "I personally find it kind of hot." he smiled and put a hand on my belly. The damn things kicked at just the right time. Damn them for prolonging this conversation... "Oh! Well there we go. Little one's going to grow up just fine, I'll bet you." I grimaced. Now I'd have to have this conversation. "Not as of last week, they won't." "Really? How come?" he asked innocently, unfazed as I revealed I was having twins. "Because I lost my god damn job, asshat. Some stupid shit about me making my coworkers uncomfortable." I wanted to drink so badly to drown the sorrow, but I knew I couldn't drink any more than 'maybe one glass of wine a month'. "I see. That sucks." said Sam. How was he still standing here? "Yeah, so go away. I'm being sorry for myself." "Oh come on, it's so much better to feel sorry for yourself when someone feels sorry for you too." I glared at him. "Are you seriously trying to elicit sex from me right now?" I asked, furious. "Who said anything about sex?" he said. He seemed almost genuine. "Oh, fine. Come drown your sorrows with me." I said, motioning to the chair. Twenty five minutes later, I was about to fuck him on my bed. -------------------------- Sam's POV -------------------------- I was making out with Katherine in the taxi, her place was barely a few blocks away but I didn't want to strain her. We got out at her apartment, and I took a mental note of the slew of "Assistant for Hire" signs with her name on them on the bulletin board outside. "Here we are. Home sweet home." she said. It wasn't the biggest place, I could see, but it was nothing to sneeze at, high end furniture, well-designed kitchen, and a big and expensive TV. But I didn't get a whole lot of chance to look at the trimmings as we kind of pulled each other into her bedroom, this immediately preceding her ripping off my collared shirt. "That's Versace!" I said. She stopped kissing me and shot me this look of disbelief. "Really?" she said, sounding totally done with my sarcastic crap. "No." I chuckled, taking her shirt off. I was on top of her as we fell on to the bed, and I took her skirt off with a little fumbling. I massaged her breasts as we kissed more, and she eventually unbuttoned my pants. I put some pressure on her as I leaned to remove my jeans. I was done soon enough, going back to kissing her. I snaked my way down her gorgeous belly, eventually getting to pink panties that were a fair bit paler than her. I touched her over them, hearing her breathe sharply. "Something wrong?" I asked. "No, God, no, just go slowly..." I did as I was told, softly rubbing her pussy over the panties and patiently listening to her moans. Slowly but surely, I probed her hole a little with my fingers, going more and more until I had most of my finger, guarded by the soft pink fabric, inside her lips. By the time I bumped my knuckles on her panties, I noticed that the underwear was soaking wet, so I retracted and took them off. I eased my way back into fingering her. "Oh... that feels good..." she said, rubbing her belly. "Really?" I said, using my free hand to meet hers on her pregnant abdomen. "Then I won't be stopping anytime soon." I did stop, however, and leaned my face into her cunt. I probed her walls with my tongue, aching to get inside this woman. I heard her moan with surprise, and my short beard seemed to make the situation more intense for her. I kept on going, with patience, eventually moving my hands up to her belly and pushing hers up to her breasts. I kept on going with the oral as I started massaging her belly. I went on patiently like this for several minutes before she made me stop. She pulled me up next to her and practically ripped my boxers off. "I want your cock..." she said. It took me by surprise. She pushed me down on my back and stood above me on her bed, her pregnant figure looming over me. --------------- Katie's POV --------------- I don't know what came over me, but damn, he was good. And I saw the opportunity, that's how I got here to standing over him. I widened my stance slowly, inching closer to what looked to be a 10 inch cock. I was doing the splits as I got close to his dick, and his eyes widened as I rode him reverse cowgirl, quickly pushing his mushroom head into myself before slamming down on the whole thing, and my grimace was invisible to him. I rode him as fast as I could. God, I hadn't done this in months... I could feel his cock making its way deeper into me every time I thrust myself on to him. His grunts were audible but quiet and sexy, not at all like the pig whose babies I was carrying. My moans became loud and fast, I was climaxing quickly. As I reached the sweet release, juices dripped down the thick source of pleasure I was impaling myself with. "I'm not done fucking you yet." Sam said, pushing me into doggy style. He rammed me over and over from behind, my moans still loud. "Oh fuck, oh, yes, more..." I said, hungry for his cock. I felt like a slut, but there was 10 inches of good reason going into me right now. And as I asked, he obliged. He went faster, my ass hurting more as his toned body collided with it, but it felt better and better. I thirsted for more. "Harder, harder... Fuck my pussy..." I felt so demeaned, but so horny... "Bad girl wants it harder?" he said. He went harder, and I could feel his cock tensing up as he went faster. He came pretty deliciously. I felt myself filled up by his warm semen, and we collapsed on the bed. ----------------------- The next morning, I woke up and he wasn't there. I cursed myself. But then I saw a note on what appeared to be a business card. "You were fantastic. You know, people would appreciate you if you gave a thought to my line of work. Come around if you make the decision." I read the card over again, confused. Then I turned the card over. It read, "Sam Harden, Adult Video Director." Holy shit, he was in porn. Figures, there seemed to be little wrong with him. That had to be the huge thing. He thought I was good? Was I? I mean, I was alright... I put the card in my purse, taking note of the address. ------------------------ One week later ------------------------ "You have one week to make up the rent. It's 1250 dollars." My landlord said. "What the hell? Can't you give me a little longer? I don't even have a damn job!" I told him. "Can't you help a woman out, not even a pregnant woman?" I said, flirting the tiniest bit with the not-at-all attractive landlord. "I'm sorry miss, but if I make an exception here for you then the other tenants will ask for them. I would trust you not to share that with others, but word just gets around. Please don't make this harder than it has to be, or I will be forced to evict you." he said. I glared at him. "This is still my damn apartment. Get out." I yelled. He left without another word, saving both our dignities. One week to make 1250 bucks... Who the hell could I ask for that money, who would give it to me? My parents have enough trouble as it is, my friends don't have that much money to lend... I pulled the business card out of my purse, throwing a decent and vaguely suggestive dress on before going outside to hail a taxi. "Clarence and 9th." I said. The taxi set off. -------------------------------------- Sam's POV -------------------------------------- I sat at my computer, looking over the new website format for Kink Inc. From my rather unprofessional point of view, I guess it was good: well organized, good visibility, non-obtrusive ads but still optimal ad space, no confusing ad-vs-real video links. Everything a professional porn site should be. I set about watching one of the videos, about a pregnant woman. It was one of the first search results, and it was luckily one with halfway decent acting in it. I watched the story play out for about three minutes, getting hard as I looked at the female star we'd chosen. After the foreplay had started, there was a sudden knock on my door. Teresa, my assistant in juxtaposing conservative clothes, walked into my office. I wore a purple tie, dark blue shirt, suit jacket and black pants. "Mr. Harden, there's a Katie here to see you." "Is she a model?" I asked. "She says she's here to see you. She told me to tell you that she spells her name K-a-t-i-e." My face brightened and I smiled at Teresa. "Send her in." ***** Hey guys, I'm trying to figure out how to proceed with this story in a good way that won't disappoint those looking for some pretty detailed and plot-evident erotica along with just the sex bits. I took a break from this story about halfway through writing it and ended up not touching it for a few months, so don't come at me too hard if there's some discrepancies within the text. Please, leave comments, suggestions, and favorites below! I love writing for you. Thanks, The Illuminaughty