A pregnant woman at my mercy [Full text]

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My name is Xing Zhaohe, and I'm nearly forty years old, still single. Years ago, after graduating from medical school and serving in the military, I worked as an obstetrician and gynecologist in several large hospitals. Although the income was quite good, I eventually grew tired of the work environment and resigned. Later, through connections and negotiations, I opened an obstetrics and gynecology clinic with a classmate from medical school in the eastern suburbs of R city. Although it was only of medium size, it was quite well-known, and many female patients came for treatment.

A while ago, I received a call from my hometown; my elderly mother had succumbed to illness and passed away. Suppressing my grief, I took a long leave and rushed back to my hometown, hundreds of kilometers away, overnight to handle the funeral arrangements. After all the hard work, my mother was finally laid to rest; it was time to go back. I packed my bags, boarded a bus, and headed to the train station.

My hometown is actually a small mountain village, with inconvenient transportation, connected only by a few roads. To catch the train, one must first take a bus for over an hour, which explains why eight or nine out of ten young people in the village work in other places, leaving only the elderly, women, and children behind in their hometown.

"Chapter One"

That day, as soon as I boarded the bus, I saw a pregnant woman dressed in a simple, thin, knee-length dress sitting alone in the last row. I was overjoyed, overcome with lust, and immediately went to the back of the bus and plopped down next to her. It was the height of summer in July, with temperatures reaching 37 or 38 degrees Celsius. To make matters worse, the bus was old, and the air conditioning was inadequate; even when it was on, it wasn't cool. I could only console myself, "This journey will have to do; it'll be comfortable once I get on the train." At that moment, I secretly glanced at the pregnant woman beside me; she looked to be about seven months pregnant. As mentioned before, she was dressed very thinly, and upon closer inspection, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Through the white fabric adorned with small green flowers, I could easily see the outline of her breasts and her dark brown areolas. Due to the sweltering heat, and the fact that pregnant women are inherently intolerant of heat, sweat poured down her face and body, soaking her dress.

She was a typical rural woman from my hometown, unconcerned with details and appearances. I also knew their other characteristics: simple, kind, yet timid, influenced by traditional patriarchal ideas, possessing an innate subservience to men. Even with societal progress and increasing gender equality, this influence seems to linger in the countryside. I quietly placed my left hand on her hip, lightly touching her buttocks and thighs as the road bumped along. She glanced at me, her eyes not showing displeasure, but rather shock and fear.

Now bolder, I placed my hand directly on her round, protruding belly, gently stroking it.

"Don't...don't touch..." she pleaded softly, afraid of attracting attention; indeed, a timid pregnant woman. Now even more unrestrained, I began to touch her breasts. Her breasts were full and soft, and under my caresses, the two nipples gradually hardened. She finally couldn't resist the teasing and pushed my hand away. I was immediately annoyed and pinched her erect nipple hard.

"Ah!" The sensitive nipple cried out, but she tried her best to suppress her voice. A little milk seeped from the pinched nipple, wetting a patch of fabric on her chest. I reached under her skirt again, but this time I wasn't so lucky and encountered strong resistance. The pregnant woman tried to squeeze her legs together, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't separate her thighs. I had to give up and just touched her lower abdomen and thighs a few times.

The bus finally arrived at the train station, and the passengers filed off. I followed the pregnant woman off the bus. I went into the station to buy a ticket and was about to go to the attached shop to buy some things when I saw the pregnant woman staggering into the accessible and baby-specific restroom. She probably found the regular women's restroom with its squat toilets inconvenient for her. Seeing that there weren't many people there, I followed her in.

Of course, one or two women nearby cast questioning glances. I quickly explained, "She's my wife. She got a little carsick on the bus, so I took her to the restroom to throw up." They nodded and didn't seem to care. I went into the restroom, and the pregnant woman was stunned to see the man who had groped her on the bus follow me in.

Without a word, I suddenly lifted her dress, revealing that she was wearing loose white underwear. I reached directly between her legs, touching her private area through her underwear, feeling the wetness and sticky residue on my fingertips.

"You...you're...what are you doing here..." the pregnant woman asked in a panic.

"Didn't you need to use the restroom? I just came to see!" I said with an evil smile, while trying to pull down her underwear.

"No...don't..." she protested, trying to protect herself. I rushed forward and grabbed the pregnant woman, whispering, "Be good! Don't move!" Then, I pulled her underwear down to her knees and made her sit on the toilet, her legs wide open, revealing her thick pubic hair and private area [full text]. I inserted two fingers directly into her vagina; it was already wet and incredibly warm. She was completely helpless, only able to look at me as I took advantage of her.

"Pee!" I said.

"No...don't..." the pregnant woman shook her head desperately.

"That's not up to you!" I stirred my fingers in her vagina a few times, then suddenly pulled them out and thrust them into her urethra. The pregnant woman already felt the urge to urinate, and this stimulation caused her to lose control of her bladder. Amid her weak sobs, warm, golden urine gushed out. I knew that after this ordeal, the pregnant woman's psychological defenses had completely collapsed, and she would be at my mercy from now on.

"Hey! I helped you urinate earlier, now it's your turn to help," I said to the pregnant woman, reaching for her trouser zipper. My erection was already throbbing, and it sprang out the moment I

unzipped it, right up to her lips. "Come on, help me," I said.

"No, no!" the pregnant woman cried out, shaking her head and turning her face away. I ignored her and pressed forward, forcibly turning her head back and pulling her dress down from her shoulders, revealing her full breasts. I placed my huge penis between her breasts and made her squeeze them together, rubbing vigorously. Because she was seven months pregnant, she was soon covered in sweat, moaning softly. As for me, I felt a surge of pleasure, nearing my climax.

"Attention passengers, attention passengers. The express train departing at 11:35 for R City and S City is now checking tickets. Passengers taking this train, please proceed to platform two via the underpass..." The station announcement was reminding passengers to prepare to board the train.

"Please...please...I...I have to...get on the train..." The pregnant woman, who was bent over me, looked up and pleaded softly.

Hearing this, I suddenly remembered that this was the train I was about to take. It was truly unbelievable that I was sharing a train with this trembling pregnant woman. Although I was still unsatisfied, my semen had still splattered onto her chest. I quickly helped the dazed pregnant woman up, grabbed some tissues to wipe her lower body, and straightened our clothes. Then he opened the door a crack and saw that there was no one outside. He then looked around and saw that there was no sign of anyone outside. (
Chapter Two)

I followed the pregnant woman onto the train, and as fate would have it, she sat by the window, and I sat by the aisle, so we were right next to each other. "Ring ring ring," the departure bell rang, and the train slowly pulled away from the platform. Since the journey still had several hours to go, I decided to continue what I hadn't been able to do on the bus. I pulled a thin blanket from my bag and covered the pregnant woman with it, ostensibly to care for her and prevent her from catching a cold due to the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the train, but actually to avoid being seen. My hand slipped under the blanket and slid down to the pregnant woman's lower body. This time she didn't... (The rest of
the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.

) The most amazing thing was the sensitive pearl hidden in the dark forest, which had swelled considerably and was bright red. My heart pounded, and I withdrew my finger from her vagina, pressed it firmly against the pearl, and gently kneaded it.

As I slowly increased the pressure, her face turned increasingly red, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"Mmm... ooh... ah..." The pregnant woman bit her lip tightly, trying not to make too much noise. Accompanied by moans, another gush of lustful fluid gushed from her vagina. Under my relentless onslaught, she had reached orgasm.

At this moment, I temporarily stopped, withdrew my hand from the pregnant woman's lower body, and began to talk to her. As I mentioned before, the women in my hometown were deeply poisoned by traditional ideas, believing that women were appendages of men and had no independent personality. So even though she was being played with by me, she still talked to me, this "rogue." It turned out that her name was Shao Minfu, she was 25 years old this year, and was more than seven months pregnant (I was pleased with myself for being almost correct). Her husband had caught a cold two months ago and only took some herbal medicine. Unexpectedly, his condition deteriorated rapidly and developed into pneumonia. Due to the inconvenience of seeking medical treatment in the remote mountainous area, she eventually suffered from multiple organ failure and died young. Her family's finances were already strained, and now that their sole breadwinner had passed away, it was a double blow. Left with no other choice, she dragged her heavily pregnant body to R City to look for work and earn money.

Hearing this heartbreaking story, I felt sympathy for Minfu, and at the same time, an idea flashed through my mind. So I suggested, "How about this? You can work as a maid in my house. Not only will I provide accommodation and a salary, but I'll also cover your childbirth expenses and related matters. What do you think?"

Upon hearing such unexpectedly generous terms, Minfu's eyes widened, and she asked in disbelief, "This...

is this...really...really...?"

I nodded to her and said, "Don't worry, I mean what I say. It just requires your consent." Minfu was both surprised and delighted; her eyes welled up with tears, and she nodded vigorously in agreement.

Time flew by, and Minfu and I finally stepped into my home in R City. I first led her to the room to put away her luggage, then introduced her to the house and explained the rules. Minfu is a clever woman, and she quickly understood the etiquette. After resting, she prepared to start work. I quickly stopped her, saying, "Not today, we'll start tomorrow." After all, the first thing I wanted to do hadn't been done yet!

I had Minfu lean against the cushion and put her white underwear on it. Only then did I notice that her thick pubic hair and private area were clearly visible. I ignored her and pressed my face against Tingfu's large belly, gently licking her protruding navel with the tip of my tongue, then stroking her round belly with both hands. I slowly increased the pressure until she let out a soft moan, "Mmm...mmm...uh..."

"Open your mouth." I stood up, took out my penis, and shoved it into Tingfu's mouth. Although her technique wasn't as fancy as the girls in those so-called "massage parlors," every stroke was solid. Minfu's mouth and tongue gently licked and sucked on my thick penis, and finally I couldn't hold back and ejaculated, shooting my thick semen all over her face.

I squatted down, pulled off my soaked panties, hoisted Minfu's legs onto my shoulders, and then raised my erect penis, ready to enter her body. At this moment, she suddenly struggled, saying repeatedly, "No...no...this won't do..."

I was immediately doused with cold water, utterly disappointed. Minfu let me touch her entire body, I could ejaculate on her, and she could even urinate in front of me, but

she wouldn't let me penetrate her. This was probably the last duty she could fulfill to her deceased husband. "It's okay, I'll fuck you someday," I thought to myself. Minfu's sex drive was actually quite high, otherwise she wouldn't have let me touch her until she orgasmed in the car. So I asked, "Is it okay if I can do anything else besides this?"

"Yes, except for your penis," Minfu replied.

"Oh! I see." I said, and spread her legs, licking her genitals. A pregnant woman's mons pubis is larger and darker in color than that of an ordinary woman. And because of the pressure of pregnancy, the vaginal opening can no longer be completely closed, always slightly open, as if waiting for someone to enter. I started by caressing the thick bush, sometimes probing the vagina with my tongue, sometimes drawing circles on the vulva.

"Mmm...okay...okay...brother...I...I can't...I can't...I'm going to...going...going...

" Minfu moaned and gasped.

"Can I come in?" I teased.

"Ah...no...no..." Her stomach heaved, milk began to seep from her chest, and her lower body was overflowing with vaginal fluid. I intensified my efforts, gently pressing near her anus with one hand. Soon, Minfu's anus began to contract violently. But after more than ten minutes of effort, she still showed no signs of loosening, so I suddenly bit her thick labia. Minfu, who had been enjoying my gentle licking, collapsed instantly when her sensitive area was attacked. "Ah!" she cried out, her legs clamping tightly together, and a stream of vaginal fluid shot out from her vagina.

It seemed impossible to have sex with Minfu today. Unwilling to give up, I aimed at her open vulva and forcefully ejaculated, covering her private area in a white liquid. Looking out the window, I saw the sky was darkening, and I knew it was almost evening. I helped the limp Minfu to her feet and said, "Alright, get dressed. I'll treat you to dinner. When you get back, tidy up your things, take a shower, and get some rest so you can start work tomorrow morning." Minfu's face was still flushed, and she nodded shyly.

The next morning, bright sunlight streamed into the room through the window, and I sleepily climbed out of bed.

Today is Sunday, and the clinic is closed as usual. I have a rare opportunity to relax. [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish. It has been omitted from the translation.]

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