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MY FIREST ENCOUNTER WITH A PREGNANT WOMAN free porn video
I haven't the vaguest of clues where my 'fetish' for pregnant women originated. I am an only c***d so I would never have seen my mother in this condition. It is obvious that it has it's roots deep in some experience that is now long forgotten, but the sight of a beautiful pregnant woman gave me a quick erection that would not subside until after I jerked off.
The first pregnant woman I ever fucked was named Carla and she worked as a cashier at a department store where I did stock. The sight of that enormous swollen belly made my head spin and sent me scurrying into the men's room more times than I care to remember.
Carla was tall and slender which made her belly all the more prominent. One afternoon I was sitting in the back break room eating when she walked in and sat down at the small table. We spoke casually but nothing to intimate.
She a little down. My cock was hard as a stone pillar just under the table.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, mentally I had pictured her reclined on a sofa and I was pouring warmed oil over her belly which (in this fantasy) was absurdly white.
"Just some personal stuff. You don't want to hear about," she responded and nibbled unenthusiastically at her sandwhich.
'Sure I do,' I said, careful not to come on too strong.
There was a long silence before she began to speak, not looking directly into my eyes and seemed a little shy about what she was about to say.
"My husband is turned off by my belly," she said.
"What! That's crazy. How can he?" I asked her.
"He calls it my poy belly. It really hurts my feelings."
"I can imagine. It's pretty thoughtless."
"He..." she started speak and lapsed into a brief silence. "We haven't...you know...had...uhm, sex for some time. Not since I really began to show."
I sat there in silent shock at what this beautiful woman was telling me and could not comprehend the reasons behind such an act. Then I saw a tear seeping from her eye and tracing a slow path down her cheek. My immediate response was to kiss her and then lock the break room door and fuck the unhappiness out of her.
'I'm sorry to hear that, Carla," I said.
When she reached over and squeezed my hand I felt ripples of electric tingles race up my arm and stirred my cock which was just in the process of withering. I felt somewhat ashamed that I was aroused by her unhappiness, but now my erection found it's second wind. I shifted in the hard uncomfortable plastic seat.
"I shouldn't say this but I am so horny, " she said.
"Do you masturbate?" I asked in a very soft voice so that no one who happened to be passing might hear this question.
"I do, but it's not the same as being held by someone. You know what I mean?"
I nodded my head. Fantasy was like the scent of a delicious meal and not the actual eating of it.
She looked up at me for the first time in a long while and announced:
"I gotta go pee."
I rose awkwardly and was relieved that the vest I was required to wear hid my erection as I went to help Carla up from her chair, accidentally catching the leg of the table with my foot and nearly sent our food splashing down on the floor. Carla caught the edge and steadied it. I took one outstretched hand and put my other hand against her back.
The ladies room was a few feet away from the break room and I walked her to the door expecting her to release my hand but she did not. Her grip seemed to tighten as she pushed open to the door. No one observed us entering the ladies room. Once inside she turned the lock and kissed me very hard.
If I am asleep and dreaming please don't let me wake up now, I thought to myself.
Carla's fingers were quick to open my pants and extract my swollen cock from within. She looked down at it and smiled, stroking it gently, exuding a single pearl of pre cum and rubbing it into the pinkish flesh of my cock head.
With a single tug of the draw string the black sweat pants which she was allowed to wear because of her advanced condition now slipped down her slim legs and into a soft heap round her feet. There was no time for to much foreplay as both of us had to be back at our positions shortly. We were both very conscious of this fact.
I slipped my hand under the elastic waistband of her panties and plunged my fingers into the thick moss of pubic hair. My other hand rubbed Carla's belly and flicked the protruding belly button as if it were some sort of secondary clitoris.
Because of her belly I had to enter her from the back. She turned round and leaned a little forward, bracing herself again the little sink. I could see that it had been quite a long time since she had trimmed her pubic hair or her legs which were covered by substantial amount of hair. This might have turned most men off (like Carla's husband) but it had the exact opposite effect upon me and I ran my hands over her fuzzy legs.
I knelt down and licked her pussy. I was savoring each sensation that burst into my senses at this moment. I could not allow a time clock dictate the pace of this wonderful event, but this would be selfish to possibly get both of us fired.
I rose and poised my cock into her dark engorged cunt. I eased it into her, withdrawing for a moment before burying it a bit deeper with each successive attempt. She exhaled a slow sigh.
I kept pumping away and was holding her firmly by the waist. A number of times I got the feeling that her legs were about to given from underneath her. This would have had tragic consequences and resumed my grasp as I continued fucking her with a gradual intensity. From her pussy came these tiny squishing sounds. If this was not wonderful enough Carla periodically made these squeaking noises deep in her throat.
I reached round and began rubbing her belly. I was witholding this until I was close to my own orgasm. When I at last shot my load deep inro her cunt I gave out a long groan. I never told Carla that she was fulfilling my deepest fantasy. I decided to keep it to myself...perhaps she'd think that I was some sort of pervert for having such a particular and peculiar fetish.
I grabbed some toilet tissues and staunched the sperm flowing out of her pussy and down her leg. I wound up a wad and wet it and dutifully cleaned her up. She looked over at me and smiled.
"No man has ever done that. They finish their own business and leave it all up to me," she said.
'My pleasure," I responded and then helped her on with her sweat pants.
We were a little late geting back out onto the service floor but no one seemed to the wiser. The remainer of the day we traded little secretive smiles whenever we passed one another.
The first pregnant woman I ever fucked was named Carla and she worked as a cashier at a department store where I did stock. The sight of that enormous swollen belly made my head spin and sent me scurrying into the men's room more times than I care to remember.
Carla was tall and slender which made her belly all the more prominent. One afternoon I was sitting in the back break room eating when she walked in and sat down at the small table. We spoke casually but nothing to intimate.
She a little down. My cock was hard as a stone pillar just under the table.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, mentally I had pictured her reclined on a sofa and I was pouring warmed oil over her belly which (in this fantasy) was absurdly white.
"Just some personal stuff. You don't want to hear about," she responded and nibbled unenthusiastically at her sandwhich.
'Sure I do,' I said, careful not to come on too strong.
There was a long silence before she began to speak, not looking directly into my eyes and seemed a little shy about what she was about to say.
"My husband is turned off by my belly," she said.
"What! That's crazy. How can he?" I asked her.
"He calls it my poy belly. It really hurts my feelings."
"I can imagine. It's pretty thoughtless."
"He..." she started speak and lapsed into a brief silence. "We haven't...you know...had...uhm, sex for some time. Not since I really began to show."
I sat there in silent shock at what this beautiful woman was telling me and could not comprehend the reasons behind such an act. Then I saw a tear seeping from her eye and tracing a slow path down her cheek. My immediate response was to kiss her and then lock the break room door and fuck the unhappiness out of her.
'I'm sorry to hear that, Carla," I said.
When she reached over and squeezed my hand I felt ripples of electric tingles race up my arm and stirred my cock which was just in the process of withering. I felt somewhat ashamed that I was aroused by her unhappiness, but now my erection found it's second wind. I shifted in the hard uncomfortable plastic seat.
"I shouldn't say this but I am so horny, " she said.
"Do you masturbate?" I asked in a very soft voice so that no one who happened to be passing might hear this question.
"I do, but it's not the same as being held by someone. You know what I mean?"
I nodded my head. Fantasy was like the scent of a delicious meal and not the actual eating of it.
She looked up at me for the first time in a long while and announced:
"I gotta go pee."
I rose awkwardly and was relieved that the vest I was required to wear hid my erection as I went to help Carla up from her chair, accidentally catching the leg of the table with my foot and nearly sent our food splashing down on the floor. Carla caught the edge and steadied it. I took one outstretched hand and put my other hand against her back.
The ladies room was a few feet away from the break room and I walked her to the door expecting her to release my hand but she did not. Her grip seemed to tighten as she pushed open to the door. No one observed us entering the ladies room. Once inside she turned the lock and kissed me very hard.
If I am asleep and dreaming please don't let me wake up now, I thought to myself.
Carla's fingers were quick to open my pants and extract my swollen cock from within. She looked down at it and smiled, stroking it gently, exuding a single pearl of pre cum and rubbing it into the pinkish flesh of my cock head.
With a single tug of the draw string the black sweat pants which she was allowed to wear because of her advanced condition now slipped down her slim legs and into a soft heap round her feet. There was no time for to much foreplay as both of us had to be back at our positions shortly. We were both very conscious of this fact.
I slipped my hand under the elastic waistband of her panties and plunged my fingers into the thick moss of pubic hair. My other hand rubbed Carla's belly and flicked the protruding belly button as if it were some sort of secondary clitoris.
Because of her belly I had to enter her from the back. She turned round and leaned a little forward, bracing herself again the little sink. I could see that it had been quite a long time since she had trimmed her pubic hair or her legs which were covered by substantial amount of hair. This might have turned most men off (like Carla's husband) but it had the exact opposite effect upon me and I ran my hands over her fuzzy legs.
I knelt down and licked her pussy. I was savoring each sensation that burst into my senses at this moment. I could not allow a time clock dictate the pace of this wonderful event, but this would be selfish to possibly get both of us fired.
I rose and poised my cock into her dark engorged cunt. I eased it into her, withdrawing for a moment before burying it a bit deeper with each successive attempt. She exhaled a slow sigh.
I kept pumping away and was holding her firmly by the waist. A number of times I got the feeling that her legs were about to given from underneath her. This would have had tragic consequences and resumed my grasp as I continued fucking her with a gradual intensity. From her pussy came these tiny squishing sounds. If this was not wonderful enough Carla periodically made these squeaking noises deep in her throat.
I reached round and began rubbing her belly. I was witholding this until I was close to my own orgasm. When I at last shot my load deep inro her cunt I gave out a long groan. I never told Carla that she was fulfilling my deepest fantasy. I decided to keep it to myself...perhaps she'd think that I was some sort of pervert for having such a particular and peculiar fetish.
I grabbed some toilet tissues and staunched the sperm flowing out of her pussy and down her leg. I wound up a wad and wet it and dutifully cleaned her up. She looked over at me and smiled.
"No man has ever done that. They finish their own business and leave it all up to me," she said.
'My pleasure," I responded and then helped her on with her sweat pants.
We were a little late geting back out onto the service floor but no one seemed to the wiser. The remainer of the day we traded little secretive smiles whenever we passed one another.
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