“AIEE! Chhhhhhhhh! NO! Not when baby in me,” She pleaded in a dismayed but lusty hiss through her teeth, glaring at me with annoyance that quickly melted into wry amazement. “You so BAD! Bad boy, Chizzy Daddy.”
Unapologetic, I grinned wolfishly at her, kissing her shoulder, neck and cheek as I slowly moved in against her lithe back and started to push between her legs again. Jumoke made another sound of angry feminine protest but relented with a purr at the sensation of my big member sliding and settling against her wet, welcoming pussy. Her breathing deepened as she luxuriated in the feeling and grew more receptive, until finally patting my chest and submitting to me just like she always did.
“Mmm. OK, OK, we do again,” Jumoke pursed her dark lips at me, clicking her tongue between her teeth. ” But this last time tonight we fuck. Tomorrow I work, you go school.”
I nodded as my pregnant maid rose to her knees, tiny crucifix glittering and tinking against her sweaty breasts, her nubile body glistening in the dark. She straddled me with a look of loving but lingering bewilderment, clearly wanting to set the pace after my painful, failed attempt at anal. With her hair plastered to her lean back, Jumoke stroked her round belly reassuringly with a far-off look, maternal instinct momentarily at odds with pleasing her mate. Her impregnator.
I luxuriated in the sight of her fertilized body at that moment, flourishing at the end of her first trimester. She was so beautiful, so erotic in the shadows of the maid’s room. She looked down at me with a growing, lazy smile before wrapping her fingers around my huge cock length. Jumoke gripped and positioned it as she maneuvered herself to crouch over my waiting cock with her rounded distended belly. Her swollen pussy lips kissed my dickhead with their slick, velvety folds, strands of her cream already dripping to wet the glans. She spread her legs some and squatted down lewdly to devour my entire length inside of her with a drawn-out grunt. Jumoke’s eyes shut with pleasure, lip bit hard as I filled her canal so completely. The tightly enveloping, familiar heaven of being sheathed in her pregnant cunt was indescribable ecstasy as our pubic bones mashed together and I crushed up against the entrance to her busy womb.
Her pussy walls vibrated as she came hard with a low, animalistic moan. Jumoke bowed her head, hunching her back to lean forward with a tremble, hands supporting herself on my abs. Slowly, my maid started to ride and fuck herself onto me on our secret, licentious marital bed. The lecherous, wet slap of my big cock being impaled over and over into her sopping hairy cunt smacked discordantly with the soft music from the TV.
Our maid looked so filthy and fucking sexy squatting and sweating above me on my big cock. It was a deliciously familiar sight. Her cunt was stretched around my thick, veiny meat, coating it in pearly girl cum. She was so completely filled that her greedy little pussy lips pulled and stretched down my long length every time she lifted her hips and slid upwards on my demanding dick.
“aunn! Fuck me…nnh…” Jumoke grunted between each thrust before it devolved into a long string of shuddering moans. “I..hnn…love…AUnn! You so…beeg…nnm! Diick…”
If Jumoke was anything to go by, all women at their core desired a genetically well-endowed male. For her part though, Jumoke had early on berated me before, during, and after sex that my abnormally large penis was simply too big, not just for her but for anyone.
Ego surging over these grotesque, sex-addled thoughts, I gripped her ass and then hips as I fucked back up into her, harder and deeper, knowing the supple fucking machine of her body could take it all. She wailed in delight as we fucked one another, once again consummating our forbidden mating pact. Jumoke threw her head back with gritted teeth, unruly strands of silky hair matted to one side of her sweaty face. It gave her lust-consumed Asian features a wanton, primal cast. Perspiration ran in rivulets down my wife’s breasts and the gravid globe of her small baby belly as it heaved and bucked with every smack of her hairy broodmare cunt.
Jumoke’s back arched as we fucked, pregnant bump bulging obscenely between her legs to stand out even more with fertile arrogance. I placed both my hands on the taut, hot skin over her swollen womb, holding and caressing it as it rose and fell above me.
My dick was truly back where it belonged, clenched in the sweltering, unbelievably tight vise of her hungry womanhood. We pounded against one another as Jumoke’s walls pulsed and flexed along my shaft in unending orgasm, this impregnated cunt so desperately thirsty to suck even more of my potent cum up into her body.
Eventually, it was too much. With a groan that rose up deep from my chest and out my teeth, I felt my cock expand and surge inside her. My climax built in a towering wave of unstoppable pleasure, seed churning up from my balls. My mind went blank as I pulled her down onto me by her hips and erupted up against the plug of her cervix in what felt like a torrent of cum. Jumoke climaxed with a throaty whine that crescendoed into a scream and squirt of her own juices at the sensation of being overfilled again, each boiling pulse of my orgasm roiling and drowning her canal in my seed.
As I subsided, Jumoke crumpled forward against me in a sweaty, huffing mess. The firm press of her round bump, heavy breasts, and hard nipples raking on my torso made me twitch inside her as my thick cum began to ooze out of her hairy pregnant cunt and over my thighs. Her fading release left her in a state of tender, silent convulsion, hot flesh trembling on mine. Jumoke panted against my mouth, my world filled with her pretty, immensely satisfied face.
“Mmn…I love you,” I breathed into her ear as I nuzzled past her cheek. It just kind of came out, probably awkwardly. Until now, I only murmured that I loved her back when she initiated the declaration, but that’s just how I felt in the moment of afterglow. True.
My words made her pussy ripple weakly around my softening member, milking more of me into her oversexed body. She pulled back to give me a long stare full of fierce love in her eyes. But then it darkened to something that looked like apprehension, even fear.
The hot gaze lingered and took on a dumbfounded quality. It reminded me of how she looked at me after I approached her for sex while she was cleaning the house. Maybe it was post-coital clarity reminding her that she was having a dangerous, depraved affair with a young guy and was now pregnant by him. The son of ‘Sir and Madaam’, who were both sleeping on the other side of the house.
Jumoke frowned deeply, bottom lip trembling in trepidation. It looked like she was about to cry before the spell broke and she kissed me on the cheek, sweaty chest still rising and falling as she regained her breath. Without another word, she disengaged our joined bodies with a long, wet slurp. My semi-erect monster flopped out from her well-fucked cunt with a gush of semen that splashed over our legs and the bed. Jumoke’s hair followed her as she cupped her weeping pussy and unlatched the door to slink bowlegged outside and into the adjoining servant’s bathroom.
The fuck was that all about? I drew up to sit. The air was thick with the sweet, tart smell of Jumoke’s musk and my cum; the tang of male and female sweat. I balled up some of the moist bedding in a fist and wiped the mixed fluids from my thighs and flaccid cock before swinging my legs over the side of the raised slab to stand. Did I say something wrong? Was that it for tonight? I had made her cum a lot, more than usual — that was good, right? So why did I feel like I fucked up somehow?
Jumoke and I didn’t communicate very much. Usually, it was just furtive looks and innuendo during the day, or just straight fucking around if we could get away with it under my parent’s noses. But we still didn’t really talk besides her telling me to do my homework before we had our after-school or nightly trysts, or the usual maid stuff like urging me to eat all my meals and asking if I wanted my room cleaned. The most common conversation we had was during foreplay and sex. All just dirty talk. Sometimes we would whisper endearments to one another between rounds, but nothing substantive. Probably the last time that happened was when I promised I would marry her.
Was my pregnant maid getting skittish again or something? All the sex these past months seemed to distract and comfort her from her original fears. I thought things were going great.
My first instinct was to blow it off, that Jumoke was just being hormonal or whatever, and head back to my room to sleep. But that look and her hasty exit? They gave me pause. Every night without fail she would wish me goodnight, kiss my face, and ask me to kiss her belly. Then sometimes a cheeky swat on my ass as I left. But not this time.
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