Pregnant woman at my mercy

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My name is Xing Zhaohe, and I'm nearly forty and still single. Years ago, after graduating from medical school and completing my military service, 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 finally finishing the chores, my mother was laid to rest, and it was time to go back. I packed my bags, boarded a bus, and prepared to go 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. After buying my ticket at the station, I was about to go to the attached shop to buy something 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, "This is 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 stop me. 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...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. 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. With a soft sob, warm, golden urine gushed out. I knew that after this ordeal, her psychological defenses had completely collapsed, and she would be completely 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 boarding. Passengers, please proceed to platform two via the underpass..." The station announcement was reminding passengers to prepare to board.
"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 on the same train as this trembling pregnant woman. Admittedly, I wasn't quite finished, but my semen 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, I opened the door a crack, and seeing that there were no other people outside, we both came out and headed towards the ticket gate.
Chapter Two.
I followed the pregnant woman onto the train. Finding seats was a stroke of luck: 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. With several hours of travel time remaining, I wanted to continue what I hadn't finished on the train. I pulled a thin blanket from my bag and covered the pregnant woman, ostensibly to care for her and prevent her from catching a chill due to the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the train, but actually to avoid attracting attention. My hand slipped under the blanket and slid down to the pregnant woman's lower body. This time, she didn't clench her thighs; instead, she obediently allowed me to explore her private area.
The pregnant woman's underwear was already soaked through from the combined effects of vaginal secretions, splattered urine, and flowing sweat. After a brief touch, I moved the underwear aside and began to explore her private parts. The pregnant woman was initially a bit reserved, but after I slowly and deliberately teased her, her breathing gradually became rapid, and her vagina became increasingly wet. At this point, I could feel her vaginal canal rhythmically contracting, occasionally tightly gripping my fingers.
I discreetly lifted the thin blanket and skirt, glancing sideways, and noticed the pregnant woman's lower body was incredibly wet, streams of vaginal fluid flowing down her thighs onto the cushion. Most remarkably, the sensitive pearl hidden in the dark forest was quite swollen and bright red. My heart pounded. I withdrew my finger from her vagina, pressed firmly against the pearl, and gently kneaded it.
As I slowly increased the pressure, her face grew increasingly red, and her breathing became more rapid.
"Mmm... ooh... ah..." The pregnant woman bit her lip, trying not to make a sound. Accompanied by moans, another gush of vaginal fluid flowed out. Under my relentless assault, she had reached orgasm.
At this point, I temporarily stopped, withdrawing my hand from the pregnant woman's lower body, and began to talk to her. As mentioned before, women in my hometown are deeply poisoned by traditional ideas, believing that women are appendages of men and lack independent personalities. So even while being played with, she still talked to me, this "rogue." Her name was Shao Minfu, and she was 25 years old, over seven months pregnant (I was quite pleased with myself for being almost right). Two months ago, her husband had caught a cold and only took some herbal medicine. Unexpectedly, his condition deteriorated rapidly, developing into pneumonia. Medical care was difficult in the remote mountain area, and he eventually suffered multiple organ failure and died young. The family was already struggling financially, and now that their only breadwinner had passed away, it was a devastating blow. Left with no other choice, she dragged her heavily pregnant belly to R City to look for work and earn money.
After hearing her 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 at my house. Not only will I cover your accommodation and salary, but I'll also cover all 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 needs your agreement." Minfu was both surprised and delighted; her eyes welled 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 her room to put away her luggage, then showed her around the house and explained the rules. Minfu is a clever woman, and she quickly grasped the etiquette. After resting, she prepared to start work. I quickly stopped her, saying, "Not today, we'll start tomorrow." After all, I hadn't finished the first thing I wanted to do yet!
I had Minfu lean back on the sofa, rolling up the hem of her dress, exposing her round, protruding belly below. I then spread her legs, making them form an "M" shape on the cushion, and noticed that her white panties were almost transparent, clearly revealing her thick pubic hair and private area. I ignored it, pressing 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 soft moans of "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 knelt down, pulled off my soaking wet underwear, hoisted Minfu's legs onto my shoulders, and then, with my erect penis, prepared to enter her body. Suddenly, she struggled, repeatedly saying, "No...no...this won't do..."
I was instantly doused with cold water, utterly disappointed. Minfu would let me touch her entire body, let me ejaculate on her, and even let me urinate in front of her, but she wouldn't allow me to enter her body. This was probably the last duty she could fulfill to her deceased husband.
"It's okay, one day I'll fuck you," I thought to myself. Minfu's sex drive was actually quite high; otherwise, she wouldn't have let me bring her to orgasm in the car. So I asked, "Is it okay to do anything else besides this?"
"Yes, just your penis can't," Minfu replied.
"Oh! I understand." After saying that, I spread her legs and began licking her genitals. A pregnant woman's mons pubis is larger and darker in color than that of an ordinary woman. Due to the pressure of pregnancy, her vaginal opening could no longer close completely, always slightly ajar, as if waiting for someone to enter. I began by caressing her thick pubic hair, sometimes probing her vagina with my tongue, sometimes circling her vulva.
"Mmm...good...good...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 belly 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 shut suddenly, and a stream of vaginal
fluid spurted 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 darkening, knowing it was nearing 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.
It was Sunday, and the clinic was closed as usual, giving me a rare moment of leisure at home. However, I wasn't in a good mood, still preoccupied with what I hadn't finished. Walking into the dining room, I found the table already set with bowls, chopsticks, and food. Just then, Minfu's pleasant voice came from behind me: "You're awake! Hurry up and eat! It won't taste good if it gets cold!" I saw her, heavily pregnant, still busy in the kitchen.
"It's almost done. By the way, have you had breakfast?" I asked with concern.
"Don't worry, I have." Minfu came out of the kitchen with a dishcloth, served me a bowl of rice, and sat down in the chair opposite me to serve me.
I ate a few bites of the food and found that the taste was quite to my liking, so I took a few more bites. As expected of a housewife, it was much better than my usual haphazard cooking. "Not bad, not bad. Minfu, your cooking is really delicious." I praised Minfu as I ate. Seeing me eating with relish, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
Chapter Three.
After finishing dinner, Minfu cleared the table and asked me, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, "Uh... what should I do now?"
I thought for a while, then came up with an idea and instructed, "Then wipe the living room and dining room floors first!" Wiping the floor was nothing, but I had an additional condition: no mopping, but kneeling on the floor and wiping with a rag. I watched as Minfu started wiping the floor on all fours. Her large belly, more than seven months pregnant, almost reached the ground, and her full breasts swayed with her movements. Due to the pregnancy, Minfu's legs could not be perpendicular to the ground when wiping the floor; they had to be in a V-shape. This unintentionally stretched open the short light blue dress I had specially bought for her, revealing her pale pink underwear between the hem. This was the reason I had made this request.
Minfu was in the later stages of her pregnancy and often had to stop to rest, wipe her sweat, and rub her belly. But she was a diligent person, and she remained serious and focused on her work, completely unaffected. After a period of hard work, the task was finally completed. Seeing how tired she was, I kindly poured her a glass of water, gave her a damp towel to wipe her sweat, and helped her to the sofa. I rubbed her sore stomach and said, "You've worked hard, take a rest!" Minfu just panted and smiled and nodded to express her gratitude.
After lunch, Minfu was washing the pots and pans in the kitchen, while I stood in the doorway watching this sexy pregnant woman.
Because of her pregnancy, her hips were much larger than usual. She was wearing a light blue dress, the slightly short hem of which revealed the curves of her hips. As I looked, my lower body became hard again.
I quietly approached Minfu, then cupped her full breasts from behind and skillfully began to knead them. Minfu was used to my actions and continued washing the dishes in the sink. I took out my erect penis, lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, then squeezed my penis into her buttocks.
Minfu's buttocks were very full, her cleft deep and tight, and she allowed my penis to rub there. My thick penis was tightly gripped by her two large, soft buttocks, and Minfu would occasionally clench her buttocks. Soon after, I ejaculated into her buttocks, a thick white liquid flowing down her thighs.
I suddenly remembered something: "Minfu forbids penises from entering her vagina, but she didn't say no to anal penetration! Her anus should still be considered virgin territory." So I hugged Minfu's large belly, lifted her dress, and slowly rubbed her abdomen, gradually stimulating her sensitive navel, finally reaching her braless breasts, gently caressing her nipples.
Minfu's movements slowed, enjoying my caresses, letting out soft moans of "Mmm... Ooh..." I reached into her panties and touched her private parts: they were already soaking wet without her noticing. I continued to caress my genitals and said to Minfu, "The dishes aren't finished yet!" "Mmm," "You're so annoying," Minfu said coquettishly, her hips swaying, but she didn't stop my teasing, just silently washing the dishes. A few minutes later, seeing that everything was tidied up, I hugged Minfu tightly and half-pushed, half-pulled her to her room. I placed her on the bed, and without a word, I pulled off her dress and panties, passionately kissing her full breasts and sucking on her erect nipples. Simultaneously, my fingers probed her honeypot, rhythmically thrusting in and out.
"Mmm...ah...more...a little more...good...good brother...ooh...ah..." Minfu was gradually aroused, her secret passage contracting in waves, and her juices gushing out. I gently stimulated around Minfu's anus, even inserting a small section of my finger.
"Ooh...ah..." Startled by this sudden intrusion, Minfu couldn't help but cry out, her face contorting.
"Don't be nervous, relax," I comforted her, pushing my finger in a little further. Minfu's anus was even tighter than her honeypot, making it slightly difficult to move my fingers in and out, but I slowly expanded her anus to accommodate two fingers. At this point, she was in a daze, one hand kneading her breasts, the other stroking my penis.
As I worked on Minfu's anus, I gently pinched her sensitive clitoris between her legs. When Minfu's face was flushed, her mouth was wide open, and her eyes were hazy, I knew the time was right. I moved my body, rubbing my penis back and forth against her vulva, gradually focusing on her anus. In an instant, I thrust hard, plunging my thick penis into her anus, inserting a few fingers into her wet vagina.
"Ahhh!" "It hurts...it hurts...it hurts!" Minfu cried out, almost bursting into tears; she herself was enjoying an unprecedented sensation. "Serves you right, who told you not to let me into your vagina. I had to find another way." I said, thrusting my penis and fingers in and out together.
"Waaah!" "It...it hurts...ah...waaah...no...don't...ah!" Minfu cried. From the way she gripped the sheets tightly, it was clear she was in pain; but as her anus adjusted to the penis, her cries were replaced by soft moans and gasps. In the final moments before reaching the climax, Minfu, who had been lying down, sat up, her breasts dripping white milk; at that moment, I ejaculated inside her for the first time.
Minfu lay limp on the bed, panting, her large, round belly still rising and falling; white semen mixed with vaginal fluid and a few streaks of blood slowly flowed from her vagina and anus. I picked up some toilet paper to wipe her lower body, gently stroking her large belly, and asked, "Are you still in pain?"
Minfu pressed her face close to mine and whispered in my ear, "No, it's just that the baby was moving a lot just now, and my belly is getting more and more swollen every day."
And so, Minfu and I began a life nominally master and servant, but in reality, it was a cohabitation of man and woman. During the day, I worked at the clinic, and she took care of the housework at home. After work, our life became even more colorful. We not only bathed together, but also shared a bed every day. I treated Minfu like a girlfriend, a wife, and she obediently gave me her whole being and body. One taboo remains unchanged: the penis is not allowed to be inserted into the vagina.

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