Author's Notes: All characters below are 18 or over.
The below story contains themes of pregnancy, cheating, humiliation, roughness, and dominance. if those arn't your things, then just move on.
Lydia Hoyle is a career woman and mother-to-be. Now dealing with the symptoms of her condition its time to take some much deserved leave. But her overbearing and stern boss Greg Steele isn't quite prepared to sign her paperwork. Below is the story of that paper chase as well as the single symptom of pregnancy that leave wont entirely help with...
Maternity Paper Chase
An oppressive dizziness overtook Lydia Hoyle as dozens of office phones rang in unison. Her own off the hook as client after client wanted an update on their account. Clutching her forehead, Lydia donned her headset over her neat bun, Wincing as it would ring up until the moment she clicked accept on the call.
"Cloggin Group, this is Lydia speaking how can I help you?" Her ability to don a customer-service tone despite her chronic pains impressed even her, hand creeping down over her large pregnant belly as she took long deep breaths amidst the day to day demands of a working woman.
All around her noises were amplified times a thousand, her pregnancy making life as a career woman even harder to cope with, beyond the already demanding job and impossible boss. Her back ached, stomach felt heavy, head often spinning, and breasts over-laden. On top of all of that, looking at her phone lock screen she could see the pressuring texts from her husband.
"Have you talked to him yet?" The green bubbles constantly pester her to stand up for herself.
"No... I haven't had the chance." She would reply, clearly an excuse as she watched her boss walk around the cubicles like a vulture. Lydia frantically sent the text before she could be caught on her phone. Closing her eyes tight for a moment, she imagined she was someplace warm, outside in the warm breeze as she relaxed with her swollen feet up. Her hands rubbed her long tanned arms as she pictured this serenity, only to be stolen from that moment by the plopping of a stack of papers on her desk.
"Hoyle." Her boss, Greg Steele stared down at the pregnant woman with a cold and unsympathetic expression. In fact as Lydia strained her sore neck to look up at him she could have sworn he curled his lip in disgust with her condition.
"Yes Mr. Steele?" She invoked a soft tone, trying to draw out empathy as she rested a hand on her watermelon-sized stomach hidden under a white blouse.
"Looking at last week's numbers, your average report closure time has increased. I'm doing you a favor to make some of that up with this extra work..." The tall man, incredibly imposing, with broad shoulders and a moderate build stared down at her as her eyes strained to stay focused. She winced as the fluorescent lights above his head burned her retinas.
"Uh well sir, I've been mea-"
"Don't make it a second week trend Hoyle." He stormed away, adjusting his red tie even tighter, which surprised Lydia as she thought his thick neck would surely explode.
"Girl.... you alright?" Myra turned and leaned close. She was Lydia's cubicle mate, a gossip and a try-hard for the most part but she had a sweet demeanor that made up for it. Often they would complain together, Myra even giving a few tips in dealing with the pregnant-in-office situation from her own experience just two years ago.
"He's riding you hard... did he approve it yet?"
Lydia winched, a sharp pain in her stomach as she dealt with some braxton hicks, hand lovingly yet firmly on her belly as she breathed through them.
"Sorry..." she blinked several times as the pain subsided. "What was that?"
"Your baby leave, did the big square approve it?" She nudged her head towards Steele's office.
Lydia widened her eyes, whipping her head around to peek at her email and ensure there wasn't anything urgent waiting on her. Then she gave Myra a rather plastic and shallow smile, obviously indicating that it had not been.
"Sam has been texting me every day for the past week to put my foot down." She looked at her phone, another text from her husband that read:
"He will milk u for all the time u let him take, u have to walk in and not leave until he signs."
"Well... I guess he has a point." Myra gritted her teeth. "Didn't H-R approve it?"
"Yeah but the manager still has to sign before it becomes official... unless I can build a case against him..." she looked at Myra with pleading eyes, hoping she would help her in some way.
"I'm sorry darlin'." Myra shook her head and looked around the busy office. All the men in their tight collars were busy-bodying themselves around the cubicles while "networking" themselves into better deals.
"It's a rough competition out there right now." She sat up suddenly as Steele passed within eyesight, the men of the office schmoozing their way around with the boss as they talked about the stock market play by play like some sort of sports-ball recap.
"I can't upset the vibes right now, else I'll end up at the bottom of the pecking order..."
"Like me." Lydia shook her head knowing Myra wouldn't have her back, though it was not a terrible surprise, she was an aspiring try-hard after all. A few long moments would come and go as Lydia went about the stack of work she had been given. Lower back pain, migraines, and more false contractions making the mother-to-be stew in her mind all the frustrations at work.
"I'm worried abt u hun." Her husband's texts continued. Lydia shifted in her seat wishing she was bolder, more pushy. If she were not only would she be on baby leave but she would be able to get Sam to scratch an itch she can't reach. Her mind turned to the night previous, she had slid into something tight and sexy, adorning herself in his favorite perfume while waiting for him in bed. She had even strained herself to shave her nether region, a near impossible task while pregnant. But despite her pregnant glow he only put half himself into it, not feeling the pregnant sexual energy. The encounter ended in a pitiful ten minutes and without a conclusion on her part.
With a stiff huff Lydia pushed her chair back and stood. She was a short 5'3", petite, long legs covered by a black tube skirt, and pregnant belly magnificently flowing into her curvature as if it was meant to adorn the space between her hips. By all means she was extremely cute, a soft look to her yet definingly beautiful all of it highlighted by the fact she was pregnant. She was carrying low, her belly button poking through her white blouse as she held the bottom of her stomach. Her breasts were modest in size, she was never a busty girl, but her condition made her fill out in more than one way.
Clenching her fist she took one of her doctor prescribed calming breaths, patting her stomach before she began her march across the cubicle farm.
"Good luck..." Myra cravenly hid behind the guise of her work as her office-friend strode off to upset the status quo.
Amidst the hustle of the business casual drones Lydia squeezed past as best she could with her pregnant belly, few noticing her, nearly being doused in coffee or toppled into the printer. Those who did take notice had a rather unsavory expression towards her, whether they were just annoyed with a pregnant woman's presence or their eyes traveled a little too freely.
"Hey watch out there darlin." One man placed his hand on her stomach uninvited as a way to ensure they didn't collide. It lingered a bit too long for her taste, though she was hardly the type of person to say something to the contrary. Polite smiles would end the exchange, fingers gingerly gliding off her stomach as he admired her glowing aura.
If her back was not in such pain she would have felt a shudder travel up it. But before she could have more close encounters with those who viewed her as a speed bump or those who viewed her as something to pet, she arrived at the solid white door of her boss's lair. It ever loomed in the distance from her cubicle, something she tried to not look towards less arrive at.
In golden letters his nameplate intimidated those who had half-baked ideas or stupid questions, the memeories of the response to those foolish to have either baked into the department's collective memory.
Deep calming breaths, Lydia held her hand beneath her pregnant tummy, blouse struggling to cover its crest before it rolled down into her pelvic area and waist. Her other hand contacted the door, one... two... three soft raps to announce herself, straining to hear the command to enter amidst the chaos off the office. A few long moments of silence made her heart race, she worried she would go into labor from nerves, yet a stiff and unforgiving voice answered her through the solid wood door.
Opening it just a crack she peaked in, big brown eyes looked inside the office lit in a much less fluorescent and artificial manner. Lamps and other softer lights gave the office a more calming feel, despite the occupant who more than made up for it with his own menacing aura.
"Mr. Steele?" She opened it more, her dainty sandal covered foot daring to step in. "Do you have a moment?" Her voice soft and weak, she typically was cut off mid-sentence in meetings, with hardly the gaul to reassert herself.
"Tsk, come in." A low huff answered her, ungrateful for the interruption. Closing the door behind her, the oppressive sound of the office disappeared, Lydia jealous of the insulation they packed his office walls with.
"Hoyle, I have a two-o'clock, make this fast." He brought his glasses from his nose and raised them to the top of his receding hairline. The imposing man sat back in his large comfy reclining office chair that was leagues better than the one the pregnant Lydia was offered. As she stepped closer ss he glared at her hatefully, eyes sunken in and malicious.
"Uh sir, well I was-"
"Hoyle did you take care of the Markenson case last Tuesday?" He hardly allowed five words to leave her mouth before he interrupted her, hands sifting through papers on his desk as he abruptly questioned.
"Um, yes sir I closed that one out the following day. But I came to ask abou-"
"Well I received an email from the client about the quarter one actuals this morning, I want you to follow up with them before close of business today." He nodded productively while sliding the papers across the desk for Lydia to take.
"Oh, uh, yes... sir." She stepped closer, hand still under her belly, framing it. Her blouse had slid up just slightly, the bottom crescent of her stomach peaking through like the waxing moon. Greg Steele's cold and sunken eyes caught that fact, slowly trailing its edge as she picked up the paper.
"Well sir I actually..."
"Is this about the work I just gave you Hoyle?"
"No sir, I wanted to talk to-"
"Because I am trying to do you a favor. I don't give opportunities out much you know."
"Of course sir but I..."
"This is a top ranked firm, we have to strive for-"
"SIR!" Lydia sharply found an iota of gall to assert herself. Her boss merely raised an eyebrow at the outburst, unimpressed overall but silent for a single moment that Lydia needed.
"I am here to talk about my maternity request. H-R sent it to you for signature two weeks ago... I need it signed before I go on bed rest." She stood head held high, heart pounding in exhilaration.
But all of that was lost as Greg Steele, Senior Departmental Manager for Gross Net Market Adjustments stood from his chair. The six-foot five office professional loomed over her with a menace that made her gasp, breath departing her laden lungs as she took a single pace back. The aura of the office seemed to darken as a green lamp on his desk flickered.
"Ms. Hoyle." He adjusted his tie, often a tick he exhibited when he was about to go in for the kill during meetings.
"Mrs..." Lydia tried to correct him, though it came out more a whisper.
"MISS... Hoyle." He maintained. "I received your package." He nodded, coming to the front of his desk and leaning on its edge. Even half sitting he was still taller and broader than her.
"But I have not signed... you know why that is Ms. Hoyle?" A pompous grin sliding along his thin lips.
"No... sir... if there is an error I can fi-"
Steele's hand raised up signaling her to stop talking.
"Please MISS Hoyle, let's end this charade. We both know you are not pregnant." His words fell firm, not a single inflection to signify he was joking or browbeating her. It was as if he just told a junior manager that their department case net cash flow load was under the month-over-month expectations. Just a simple tone of fact used to state the employee standing before him grasping the bottom of her watermelon sized stomach was not indeed pregnant.
Lydia on her part had no words in response. Her mouth opened once or twice to refute such a statement but she couldn't even manage to form her tongue around the words. Her long eyelashes batted around her dumbfounded yet beautiful eyes several times as she contemplated how he could come to such a conclusion, but it was lost on her.
"Sir...I uh, I am pregnant!" Being forced to prove the obvious made her migraines worse. All she could think to do was turn to the side and show her profile. Her petite body stood there amidst the soft light of the boss' office, engorged breasts fighting with her blouse before the gentle curve of her frame descended into her bump.
"I am six months." Her hand ran from the top of her stomach and around its curve till it met her lower abdomen, Steele's eyes glowing in the lamplight followed it.
"If that is so Miss Hoyle, prove it then."
"Ppprove it?" Lydia flabbergasted by the density of his head.
"Show me your stomach." His voice mirrored his request that morning to see the previous slide of quarter 2 metrics.
Lydia's heart pounded a bit faster now, a panicked look taking over her features.
"Well sir." She tried to pacify the request by rubbing her blouse covered shirt, a beckoning of 'here see' in her movements.
"No... lift your blouse and show your stomach." His tone grew to levels of annoyance reserved for the most unprofitable employees.
Lydia froze, gazing up at her imposing supervisor in the shaded room. Her eyebrows furrowed and face stiffened in preparation to serve an undignified rejection, yet one look into Steele's eyes and her hands were at the bottom of her white blouse slowly pulling it above her stomach.
Inch after inch her pregnant tummy came into plain view. Its tanned surface without blemish or mark aside from her faint linea nigra that decorated her from mid stomach until the waistband of her skirt. All of that highlighted by the cute outie belly button. Her petite hips flanked her stomach on either side helping Lydia hold up the hem of her white blouse as she placed it there, returning her hands to her bare stomach and rubbing it for some warmth.
Lydia took deep yet increasingly uncontrolled breaths, the baring of her stomach to her boss incredibly intimate. The only man to have seen her like this outside of wearing a bathing suit was her husband. Yet a strange feeling was creeping over her as she submitted this courtesy to Steele, her eyes glistening with humiliation while excited palpitations rumbled in her chest.
Steele for his part simply stared at her, his eyes traveling all around her in such a cold manner that she could not tell if he was truly crazy and doubted her or if he was getting a rise from this. Her eyes traveled to the front of his pants, she couldn't tell if he was getting an erection from this sick joke, yet his gaze still frightened her.
Sitting on his desk he crossed his arms rather dissatisfied, grimacing as he huffed. It was not long before his large hand reached out, placing itself on the surface of her stomach to feel its warmth, then the second one joined it. His fingers and palms traveled around her bump, thumb toying with her belly button, and hands finally wrapping around her hips and pulling her slightly closer. Lydia faintly yelped as she was drawn just inches from him, pregnant belly bared to a man with no right to it.
"Tsk... this doesn't prove anything, it could be fake." His hands left her stomach, yet she stayed close not wanting to anger him. He crossed his arms once more and slid his glasses onto his nose looking down at her with discontent.
"Raise your shirt further." He waved his hands as if to beckon her blouse to rise. "I want to see that you can produce milk." His tone was just as serious as every statement Lydia had heard him say since working here.
At this moment, there was a click in Lydia's mind, and a choice to make about the situation. She could right now say "hell no" and run out of there in an undignified manner alerting H-R to the perverse practices of a sicko boss and maybe even suing the earnings right from under this company. All rightfully so, there would be few that blamed her.
But as she stood there, helpless hands holding onto her exposed belly just inches from a giant man whose very face made her tremble at the knees, some feeling down inside of her allowed this to go on. A heartbeat swift and yearning drove her as her hands found the rolled up edge of her blouse. Lydia's eyes looked up at him, brows furrowed, fear dimming her big brown orb's light as she fought her lungs to try and calm herself.
"Sir... thats... this is inappropriate..." a small part of her was forced to say.
"Up Hoyle." His voice was so stern she felt no choice but to obey his commands. It even excited her some to hear his low and impatient tone, giving her no choice but to expose herself.
Without further delay, as if she was submitting a report before an urgent meeting, she lifted her blouse over her engorged breasts. There was a quaint black bra struggling to hold her tits in as she had begun to outgrow most of what she owned. A small sliver of her dark areola sneaking past them. Awkwardly she held her blouse up to show him, yet he just stared her in the eyes with a twitch of his lip telling her it wouldn't be enough.
"Take it off, both of them." He hadn't even moved his eyes to see her bra when he commanded her to disrobe. Lydia's gasp at the order heavy, his tie fluttering under the force of her breath as her lower lip quivered.
"Yes Mr. Steele." Her squirrely voice responded, hands raising her blouse up and over her black neatly wrapped in a bun. Black bra and black skirt all that was on for now, her blouse finding the floor of his office easily. Looking up at him, the last spec of decency in her eyes begging to be allowed to remain like this. But his own expression told her no, there was no half-assing this assignment. Thus her hands reached behind her back, Lydia straining a bit given her condition, unclipping her bra and slipping it down her arms.
There they hung engorged, areolas dark and puffy, and nipples hardened. Lydia's instinct would be to cover herself, but she knew Mr. Steele wouldn't be happy with that, so she let her arms hang at her sides.
"Hmmm." A satisfied hum was usually a good sign with him, Lydia hoped that meant this wouldn't go much further. However, his hands soon returned, taking both breasts in hand and kneading them roughly.
"Eee..." she winced as her sore tits were groped. He paid little attention to that with his own expression, but given that physical queue he became a little more gentle, much to her surprise. He lifted one breast up, as if to judge its weight, then dropped it and let it bounce before him while nodding approvingly.
"Let's see then." The stern man took his index finger and thumb to her nipple,a sharp pain radiating in her chest as he began to pull and squeeze at it, begging her to produce something. Steele looked frustrated for a time as he did this, nothing coming out of the dark puffy nubs. Lydia soon took his hand that attempted to milk her in her own, looking at him with large doe eyes as she brought his fingers to the flesh of the breast around her nipple and beckoned him to gently squeeze and pull there.
"Hmm." Another hum from Steele acknowledged this, performing the motion Lydia demonstrated a bit more impatientally than intended. Soon it bore fruit, a drizzle of colostrum seeping from the nub. Lydia moaned and nervously smiled up at him while more and more poured out, coating his hand as she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling with a few approving moans and whines.
It was nice to get a little relief, her husband never taking any interest in her growing breasts. The liquid soon steadily fell down her body and over his fingers as he slipped around struggling to keep a grip on her
"See sir.. I am- AH!" Before Lydia could say "I told you so." Mr. Steele's tongue had run from the top of her abdomen, under her breast and found her nipple, making sure none of the fruit of her breast went to waste.
Lydia pittifully whimpered and groaned as he repeated this dozens of times, his warm wet tongue sliding around her abdomen and chest as if she were a lollipop. Her chest heaving with each piercing jolt of pleasure it gave her.
"Ohhhh... ohh... ok..." she held her arms at her sides as if she wouldn't dare stop him or move from that position, simply letting the man fondle her until he was content. Her face blushed best red with humiliation as she stared at the ceiling tiles counting them.
But of course with an ambitious career man there was no such thing as content, his mouth finally coming to her breast to claim more of what was meant for her child. The grown and intimidating man didn't look so scary as he bent over to suckle on her, lips moving as if it were second nature to bring forth more of her milk. She could feel him pulling at her breast roughly. Impatient and demanding his tongue lapped at her nub and lips tugged her flesh.
"Ahh!" She yelped as his teeth even joined in the feast, slightly nibbling on her nipple to let the flow of her milk pour into his mouth. This continued even longer than his tongue's exploration, it wasn't until she noticed that her other breast was a size larger than the one he fed from did he come up for air.
Lydia's tits glistening with saliva he sat back up, looking down at her. The woman was panting fiercely, eyes glistening with their own desire as her lips parted ever so slightly.
"Do you... believe me...?" She dared to ask, her hands coming to her breasts, not to cover them but to knead them and rub them in ways that made her feel good. As she did so her eyes traced him, tall and broad with straight red silk tie, baby blue button up, and black slacks. At the front of those slacks she even noticed a bulge, a rather large one that made her two legs squirm beneath her skirt.
Steele huffed, crossing his arms once more, a dribble of her milk on his lips as he looked down at her disparagingly. Something about that disapporving malicious look made her squirm even more, wanting to please her boss like a good employee. To her dismay Steele simply walked away from her, pacing around the room as if he was running the numbers in his head. Occasionally he would look back to her, an innocent and wide eyed pregnant beauty topless front and center of his desk.
"Sir... I... I can...." her eyes looked between his eyes and his bulge as she stuttered through her words.
"I mean let me do that uh... let me-"
"Hoyle." He interrupted her just as he did during the beginning of this engagement. Lydia knew to shut up, pressing her lips together obediently as she looked down at the floor with hands at her stomach.
Steele walked behind his desk, pulling his big comfy chair out that made Lydia jealous and plopping himself right down. Crossing his legs and tapping his fingers together contemplatively he leered at the indecent woman on the other side of his desk.
"Get on the desk." He ordered, eyes watching for her next move.
"On the... on the desk?" She stuttered, finger pointing to the mess of papers. Steele sat silently as if not to dignify her with repeating his order. Thus Lydia obliged.
At first she struggled a bit, trying to bring her leg up to the desk to hoist herself up. She huffed and puffed, looking at Steele and wondering why he couldn't bother to help the pregnant lady on the desk he ordered her to be on. Yet through several grunts and huffs she finally slid her ass onto the top, bringing her feet up and then rolling to her knees atop the dark oak.
This was the first time she felt taller than Steele, it made her a little giddy thinking about it. She even dared to smile down at him, though his expression did not reciprocate and remained cold. On her knees atop the desk she began to roll her hips seductively, playfully dancing with her belly at the center of the show. Her hands would run from breast to beneath her bump, back arching and pelvis thrusting as the mama-to-be gave what she thought to be a tantalizing show.
But despite all the lip bites, breast squeezes and flutters of her skirt she gave he didn't change his expression, simply watching her with a business like interest.
"Stand up." He soon snipped.
Lydia's seductive and playful smile melted into a quivering. His voice made her shudder, with little question she did as told, rising shakely to her feet atop the desk. Luckily she was a small girl, not quite tall enough to touch her head to the ceiling but with a little more help she would have been there. Steele seemed even smaller now as she carefully kept her balance, hands rubbing her belly with a hungry yet playful look in her eyes.
Steele didn't say anything this time, simply dropped his eyes a few times with the obvious hint that it was time she disrobed her other half. The woman so far deep in this engagement, enthralled to be the subject of sexual attention at her late stage of gravidity, questioned little of what she was told. Happily her fingers slipped beneath her tummy and into her waistband, pulling down enough that it fell like a curtain.
As she stepped out of her skirt and kicked it off the desk, a black thong was all that was left to cover her. Lydia shook her hips some, a wry smile down at her once-hated boss before she without question rid herself of them. The small black fabric fell down her long tanned legs and to the desk to reveal the flower of her body.
Steele's eyes had followed them down the length of her legs, their final resting place soon to be determined as Lydia made to pick them up with her toes and toss them aside.
"Hoyle." He broke the silence, leaning over and grabbing the panties so suddenly Lydia had little time to object or consent. Not that she had any choice. Her boss held them in his hand a long moment, looking at the crotch area of the black fabric and admiring a fresh wetness there. He pulled open a draw on his desk and tossed them in before leaning back in his chair to admire the lower half of his employee.
Between those beautiful tanned thighs and beneath the shadow of a beautiful pregnant stomach was a glistening jewel, freshly shaven. As he gawked at her slit, Lydia reveled in the fact someone appreciated all that effort it took to shave herself.
Lydia opened her stance some, giving Steele even greater view of s perfectly plump slit with tightly neat lips. Clearly this was her first child, the last days of such a beautiful labia, though with how perfect it was it would no doubt be excellent after.
The sight of it even made Steele shift in his seat, his bulge growing further as he took a deeper breath.
That was the first sign Lydia had of his satisfaction, a strange sense of pride from breaking his icey exterior with just a glimpse of her pussy.
"Impress me Hoyle." Were his next words, uncaring, still cold, but with a tinge of excitement even for him. Lydia was the star employee now, the center of her boss's attention, something she never had in any boardroom.
Her hips began to twirl around in semi-circles, hands molding her breasts and running around her stomach. She bent at the knees, facing towards him, facing away from him. All angles he saw her on that desk, Greg Steele more familiar with the sight of her precious naked pregnant body than her excuse of a husband that refused to touch her in her state. His eyes became wider at the sight of her, she moved with such grace and sexiness that only a woman laden with child could emanate.
Lydia for her part could hardly stand it. Her body felt so warm, yearning to be lusted over, touched in ways by her boss that would defile her sanctity. Soon she came down to her knees, just out of desire to be closer to where he sat. She rolled her hips hungrily as her pussy grew even wetter. One hand would take up residence between her legs, rubbing at yet another pleasure nub on her body as she threw back her head, free hand loosening her tight bun and letting her long dark hair fall free.
"Mr. Steele...." Hot, gasping, laden breaths fell from her mouth as she touched herself, hand now toying with her nipple as she plunged two fingers inside her cunt.
Steele had a desire in his eyes now, such a fierce expression as if he would liquidate all his assets in this very moment. He watched her as she came to all fours, pregnant belly and milk sacks hanging beneath her as she arched her back and danced around like an animal. Her belly was a majestic roundness that brought the whole purpose of her sexuality together and further highlighted it as she begged him with body language.
Lydia turned herself away from him, ass pointing towards Steele while she remained on all fours, plump juicy cunt framed between her thighs as she wiggled it around. This was the carnal and universal sign for begging for it, her mouth hung open like she was hungry yet that was not the orifice she salivated from.
Her boss stood suddenly, unable to wait and observe any longer. It was a suddenness that startled Lydia, the woman nearly falling to her face as he came to the end of his desk near to her and stood above his quarry.
"Come here Hoyle." He snapped his fingers sharply, her heart racing to be back in his good graces again, the pregnant woman scrambling to bring her head towards him. A sharp smack on her ass signaled her to pick up the pace, her mouth ending up inches from the fly of his pants. She breathed against the cloth of his trousers, his bulge so close to touching her on the nose as he impatiently swayed.
"Hoyle..." his hand reached behind her head and grasped a section of her hair. With a yank he pulled her head back to look at him, sternness in his eyes that made her pussy weep.
"I'm not getting any younger." He let her face go, nose landing on the cloth of his pants. Clamoring, Lydia fussed at his belt until it was loose, fumbled with his button until it was undone, and struggled to lower his zipper in excitement and lustful anticipation. Once he was open, she wasted no breath pulling his trousers and boxers down, finding his thick meat beneath them and taking it into her hand.
"Yes sir Mr. Steele." She looked at him with puppy eyes, hand on her belly to hold up her girth, lower back straining. It was hard being a pregnant woman pleasing a demanding man, yet he had her so hungry for it by this time she thought little of her discomfort.
Holding him in her hands she admired how thick he was, a good length at over seven inches and cut mushroom tip that was sensually bulbous. In her hand she rubbed him while he hardened, looking up at him and kissing his hairy lower abdomen until she felt Steele was hard enough to take it a step further. No question or order needed she took him in her mouth, at first just a few inches before pulling back and smacking her lips. Playfully she would then twirl her tongue around his stem, a satisfied "hmmm" like she had never heard before from a hard to please boss acknowledging her efforts.
But business was measured in constant improvement and gains, and similar was Mr. Steele's view on oral sex as he pushed his hips forward at her next enveopment. She heaved a bit at the feeling of more length, watery eyes looking up to him. She came up for air at this point, stroking him with her hand in hopes to get a break. Her other arm shook as it held her upper half up on the desk.
"Hoyle... you can do better than that." He took his cock from her hand and smacked her in the face with it a few times. She winched and blinked as his girth struck her, like he was criticizing a presentation during a scrum. The dark haired woman nodded rapidly, still holding her stomach up to relieve pressure on her back as she winched.
"Hmmm...." Steele looked over her bent over form that serviced him. His hand ran down her back, toying with her dimples before slapping her ass playfully.
"I like to think of myself as a boss who looks out for his people." The strange pontification took Lydia off guard as she literally took slaps of his cock in the face.
"Get on your side." This order was no less stern than the others, the towering man crossing his arms and watching as the woman lowered her bred girth to its side atop his desk. Her belly rested on a few reports he had been reviewing that morning, its plumpness seeming more relaxed in this position as relief showed on her face.
"Good girl." His condescending compliments made Lydia grind her moistened thighs together, reduced to the boss' pet.
Head at the edge of his desk resting on her arm with black hair spread around, she gazed up at him, a thankful smile on her face as she wondered if there was a soft gentleness in there after all.
A few swift smacks on her face with his cock erased that thought, instead his tip was at her mouth yet again, this time not asking or waiting to be let in. His thrust into her mouth didn't go slow, instead inches were shoved deeper into her mouth and across her tongue. Lydia gagged fiercely as the shaft reached her throat and continued with little care.
She was like a skewered pig, squirming at the end of his cock as he held her face against the root of his manhood.
"Push yourself Hoyle." He ordered, watching her choke on his length, his balls bouncing off her eyelid. A long few moments elapsed as he held himself in her, like watching her writhe was exciting to him. But soon as his hand ventured to enjoy the feeling and warmth breast and belly he relented and left her mouth, leaving her violently coughing and hacking
Lydia was mad at first, yet as she regained her composure her thirst sat back in, remembering how vanilla her husband was. Steele's abuses were new and exciting to her, despite the small tinged of pain and humiliation it came with. Of course Steele didn't forget the ultimate:
"Good girl."
If Lydia had a tail she would wag it for him, yet her ass certainly tried its best. Looking down her body laid across his desk he reached out to rub and pat her pregnant stomach, finger teasing her outie belly button and tracing the subsequent curve of her abdomen. Meanwhile his cock and balls rested atop Lydia's face, feeling the eager lapping of her tongue as he affectionately touched her.
Stepping back, he looked down at her depraved expression, a woman openly giving her pregnant body to a man for which she did not bear child. Her mouth was covered in precum and saliva, eyes wide with lust, hair messily hanging off his desk, and legs falling open as she began to touch herself again.
"You know Hoyle... I am disappointed." He paced around his office, Lydia simply laying across his desk wanting only one thing as she roughly pleasured herself.
"You were one of my best... you got business done." Steele dropped his pants all together, leaving them behind his desk before walking around to the other side.
"I never had to tell you twice, you just got it done. You weren't the most outspoken, you didn't impress at meetings, but your work was great." The man whose cock stood at full mast now placed himself against the edge of the desk Lydia's bottom was pointing at. He pulled at her thick thighs to bring her closer, legs instinctively opening as her mositness lay bare before him.
Lydia lay on her back now, rubbing her pregnant belly and milk filled breasts like an insatiable whore. Her back arched more than once to bring herself to his cock's level, a whining emanating from her lips as she scoot against him, enticing him to enter her passage.
"But then you had to waste all that and get pregnant." He glared down at her, pulling her legs to the side with a startled cry on her part. He began to spank her ass repeatedly, as if he were punishing her for getting pregnant and going on maternity leave. Tan lines were soon joined by red outlines of Steele's hand as she cried out at each strike, but there was also a perverse aspect of this cry, her back still arching as Lydia enjoyed the demeaning abuse.
Steele was so dominating, telling her what to do, what to want, punishing her for not following his desires correctly. It made her so warm and jittery, a shaking down her arms could be felt as she gaped at him while begging to he fucked despite his distespect for her body.
"And you know what the worst part of that is LYDIA?" Steele never spoke her first name before, the sound of her name on his tongue alone made her want to cream.
"Is that you didn't ask my permission." Steele threw her legs open and pressed them down, authoritatively running his hand along her pregnant belly and to her breast which he seized. Milk spewed out at the behest of his clenching hand, and so did a bellowing on Lydia's part.
"If you had asked for my permission..." He lined his cock up with her entrance, bulbous tip spreading her perfect labia apart.
"Then I would have told you that I owned you. Not your husband... my little employee..." with little gentleness he made to sheath himself in her. Only a few inches in he met her natural resistance, her pussy not quite used to the length or girth. But that didn't stop him from thrusting hard, forcing her to accommodate him as she wailed and begged for the roughness.
"And from now on you get your work..." he put his hand on her expectant belly possessively "... from me."
"Ahhh ahhh oh mh god, fuck me its big.... please be... ahhh no... no... just open me please!" She cried, whined, exclaimed, begged, and continued as he bore her, fitting himself nicely in his sales-woman. Though from her perspective it wasn't quite as nice.
"Hoyle don't ignore me." He slapped her cheek some as he pulled out a bit and thrust back in, her cry threatening to pierce even the thickest of insulation.
Lydia could hardly breath, she could feel her core warming, her body falling apart under the tension and tightness of it. She lay back a helpless gem of womanhood, legs wide as he pressed his body against her big belly and moved his hips to milk himself in her.
"When you're done with Maternity leave Hoyle."
Lydia half-listened, caught up on his cock, eyes feeling so heavy and head dizzy.
"Lydia what am I saying?" He sternly asks her, digging himself into her and pushing his belly on hers, feeling the warmth of impending motherhood.
"Affff aahhhhh afterr... maternity."
"That's right Lydia... good girl. After maternity leave, not an hour after you walk through these doors, you are to report here for your next assignment." Holding on to her stomach he ran her through once more, his eyes meeting with hers as the idea he was conveying settled in her mind.
"Assignment..." her eyes widened. She knew now that when she was done with this pregnancy he meant to ensure she had another. With a flick of his hip, a dive of his cock all the way against her womb, and the thought of carrying her boss' child next she pulsed. Mama-to-be's vagina clamped down on the intruding cock as she orgasimed violently, eyes rolling back as she blacked out due to the overwhelming sensation of it.
"Oooo looks like we have a handshake deal then Hoyle." He tried to move his cock but she held on to him tighter than even her virgin depths. It would be a second before she came-to again, yet at this time Steele didn't hold back, instead railing the pregnant woman as fast and as hard as he could. Lydia was exhausted by this point, her moans soft and breaths sharp as he used her like an overly hung rabbit. Her belly bounced with each thrust, breasts danced around freely. He was fierce and ungentle like this all the way up until the point he pushed himself against her womb, holding her belly, forcing her to to widen her legs, cock throbbing and releasing ropes of cum into the already fertilized woman.
"Ah..." he gasped, looking down at Lydia as she lay subservient on his desk, a laxed and welcoming expression on her face as she watched him finish inside of her. The feeling was nice, the warm goo filling her up a comfort. Somehow, the dominating and condescending nature of her boss seeding her made it all the better.
As he left her she would dribble his excess cum, not bothering to stop herself as Steele brought his cock back to the other side of his desk for a cleaning. Lydia would diligently lap at it, ensuring every bit of her essence and cum was cleaned from him, even leaving a gentle parting kiss.
A long moment later she would slowly rise off the desk and replace her clothes. Lydia wondered how she would make it through the day with cum running down her leg since Steele confiscated her panties. Steele by this time had already gotten dressed again, brushing himself off and returning to his computer despite the naked woman just inches away. Almost fully clothed she watched him flick his wrist across a document with his fancy ball point pen, it would be a few short minutes later that he slid it across the sweaty desk to Lydia, its corner catching a bit of cum.
"Your leave paperwork." Steele said so matter of fact and business like. In the end Lydia got what she came for and was finally approved for maternity leave effective immediately. Lastly pulling on her skirt she felt a dribble of his seed run down her thigh, Lydia taking a breath as she grasped her stomach and smiled at the awkward feeling.
"Thank you Mr. Steele." Her sheepish tone returning as she made for the door, her self consciousness over her lack of panties so loud in her mind.
"Hoyle." Steele called sharply.
Lydia stopped dead in her tracks and turned to him.
"Don't forget... not an hour after returning." He tapped the faint impression of her body on his desk made of sweat and bodily fluids.
Lydia shivered with anticipation at the thought, nodding her head subordinately.
"Good girl Hoyle, rest up."
Those were the kindest words he had ever said to her. Ones that she would both eagerly anticipate and remember to follow as she enjoyed her leave knowing less than nine-months after returning she would surely have more.
