Coming out tomorrow on Amazon.com, "Dominated in Delivery," my newest book.
It's pregnancy fetish, BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, domination and submission. It is FULL of pregnancy sex, belly worship, and intimate, vivid descriptions. I don't mess around with filler. It's longer than usual so for you guys here I'm offering an extended excerpt exclusively for you at Preggophilia, an entire chapter:
What started as a little fun after the party turned to an extended session of cock worship as she knelt back down and struggled to take as much of my pumped dick into her mouth as she could.
She and I both knew she would not likely wrest another load of cum from me. No matter. She wanted to honor my dick, to show humble gratitude to the source of her comfort, safety, nourishment, entertainment, and pleasure in our home.
She sucked and licked and tongued me for nearly an hour on her knees, her belly thrust between my spread legs as I stood over her.
As she sucked and worshiped, I spoke gently to her.
“This is no coincidence, dear Anneli, that when you kneel you are level with the dick you owe everything to. You kneel and the center of your world is there, in front of you, angry and red and thick.
“Only you can calm this dick. Only you can take the force and passion out of it. Only you can take in all the cum it offers you. This dick forced you to be pregnant, Anneli. This dick is your world, Anneli.”
“Dominick’s nice cock is everything to Anneli, sir,” she said. She kissed the very tip of my cock slowly, reverently. Then she licked the entire underside and sucked each ball deep into her mouth, carefully, lovingly raising my shaft in her right hand.
And then, freeing the balls, she nuzzled in deep, burying her face against the underside of my ball sack. She held my cock high, the thick, still-ruddy tip overwhelming her petite hand.
When she pulled back, she only pulled away enough to bring her head up and open her mouth. With as smooth a movement as I’d ever felt from her, she took my pumped, swollen dick into her mouth and further, into her throat.
All the way, until her lips — those thick, hungry, sexy lips — pressed gingerly against my abdomen. She held herself there and put both hands on the back of my thighs as I stood before her, to hold me to her.
Seconds passed. She did not flinch. More time, and she did not even breathe. I felt her tongue running side to side under my dick, tickling and caressing the shaft buried in her mouth and throat.
And finally, slowly — exquisitely slowly — she began withdrawing from my dick. When enough of my shaft was free of her pursed, fat lips, she held her hands in a quiet prayer pose on either side of my dick, cradling it.
And when my cock head exited those lush lips, she paused and ran her tongue into my cock hole, to wring the last droplet of cum from me. Several final, slow kisses all over my cock head, a line of kisses and licks up and down my shaft, and she was done.
Anneli had truly learned her place as my submissive, dick-adoring wife. .
I had trained her well.
Over the next two months, as her pregnancy progressed and her belly grew even larger, she seemed to grow more compliant, if that was possible. We settled into a routine of an hour or two of cock worship, a few morning fucks, and a visit to the basement dungeon after lunch.
The farm was doing well; I saw little reason to interfere with my farm hands and their work. I could devote myself to supervising and guiding my bride, to molding her as I wished.
She went about the house naked, always, on my orders. She was always ready to help me with pumping, with pulling the cylinder from my thick, fat dick, and with caressing my dick.
I attached her pussy pump to her for ever-longer periods, hoping she would accept it as readily as she accepted the toy I wore with increasing frequency.
She found her chores were harder, but not impossible, with the pussy pump on her mound and her enormous belly growing larger as she approached her ninth month. The pussy pump drew out her pussy lips, fattening them and making them more sensitive. If we were both pumped up for about half an hour, the sex was wondrous. We combined my fat cock and her swollen pussy in a perfect blend of the painful and magical.
One afternoon, one of my uncles was eyeing Anneli going about her naked chores in our house, her pussy pumped and swollen inside its big clear chamber. He quietly informed me of the special delights in watching a hugely pregnant woman lie on her back on the floor or a bed and then struggle to get up.
Such a simple task, he said, but cock-hardening and very satisfying to watch. It was the struggle. It was the demeaning act of suffering under the burden fucked into her cunt. A man’s cock forced her to be pregnant. And now she would rise up, lifting that burden for his pleasure.
My uncle stumbled upon this during one of his lengthy training sessions with his pregnant wife. He’d exhausted her with his demands, and she finally tried to raise herself one last time to perform as he directed. He happened to be in such a position that her looming belly was all he could see of her; that, and her sopping wet pussy and sleek legs.
Despite having cum many times that night, my uncle found his cock hardening and rising to take his wife once again, making her comply with his orders to lift her huge, mountainous belly off their fucking bed. As she groaned, he merely reminded her that her role was to obey and to give her body to him for his whims.
That was the enjoyment of it; reminding the hugely pregnant woman that her body, her day, her motions were not hers to control. He said he enjoyed it very much.
I decided I would enjoy that, too.
Whether Anneli would enjoy lifting her burden from such a position was inconsequential. She was here to provide for me, and that meant satisfying my curiosity and sexual whims. So I installed two daybeds in the dining room. The farm hands seemed confused at first, storing the antique Mission style dining table and setting out two newly acquired daybeds, angled toward each other.
Anneli, I realized, learned best by example. I invited one of my pregnant cousins to the house to show Anneli what the daybeds were for.
My cousin exited the pickup truck’s passenger seat already naked (it is the family’s way) and walked slowly up our walk to the house. Anneli’s nose and triumphant belly were both pressed against the living room window the entire time, watching this relative by marriage approach our home.
Quick introductions — this cousin was absent from our wedding and was not pregnant enough at the most recent family gathering to be noticed. Now, of course, her belly was ripe and inviting. She was only in her seventh month, too, which offered the promise of almost three months of pleasure for the men in her life.
Her husband texted me that she was having triplets, though she did not know it. The family custom was to keep the pregnant wives unaware. They were not in charge of their own bodies. Their bodies were for their husbands (and for the men in the extended family, of course). Why should they know if they were five months along, or nearly nine months? What did it matter if they knew they were carrying one, two, or three in their mountainous bellies?
All that matters is they open themselves to their husbands and the other men, submitting to the men around them for the pleasure of the men, and the men only.
They were ours to use, to enjoy, and to keep pregnant.
As always, if you want even more, hit me up through a PM and I will gladly send you additional material from this or ANY of my Amazon.com offerings.
It's pregnancy fetish, BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, domination and submission. It is FULL of pregnancy sex, belly worship, and intimate, vivid descriptions. I don't mess around with filler. It's longer than usual so for you guys here I'm offering an extended excerpt exclusively for you at Preggophilia, an entire chapter:
What started as a little fun after the party turned to an extended session of cock worship as she knelt back down and struggled to take as much of my pumped dick into her mouth as she could.
She and I both knew she would not likely wrest another load of cum from me. No matter. She wanted to honor my dick, to show humble gratitude to the source of her comfort, safety, nourishment, entertainment, and pleasure in our home.
She sucked and licked and tongued me for nearly an hour on her knees, her belly thrust between my spread legs as I stood over her.
As she sucked and worshiped, I spoke gently to her.
“This is no coincidence, dear Anneli, that when you kneel you are level with the dick you owe everything to. You kneel and the center of your world is there, in front of you, angry and red and thick.
“Only you can calm this dick. Only you can take the force and passion out of it. Only you can take in all the cum it offers you. This dick forced you to be pregnant, Anneli. This dick is your world, Anneli.”
“Dominick’s nice cock is everything to Anneli, sir,” she said. She kissed the very tip of my cock slowly, reverently. Then she licked the entire underside and sucked each ball deep into her mouth, carefully, lovingly raising my shaft in her right hand.
And then, freeing the balls, she nuzzled in deep, burying her face against the underside of my ball sack. She held my cock high, the thick, still-ruddy tip overwhelming her petite hand.
When she pulled back, she only pulled away enough to bring her head up and open her mouth. With as smooth a movement as I’d ever felt from her, she took my pumped, swollen dick into her mouth and further, into her throat.
All the way, until her lips — those thick, hungry, sexy lips — pressed gingerly against my abdomen. She held herself there and put both hands on the back of my thighs as I stood before her, to hold me to her.
Seconds passed. She did not flinch. More time, and she did not even breathe. I felt her tongue running side to side under my dick, tickling and caressing the shaft buried in her mouth and throat.
And finally, slowly — exquisitely slowly — she began withdrawing from my dick. When enough of my shaft was free of her pursed, fat lips, she held her hands in a quiet prayer pose on either side of my dick, cradling it.
And when my cock head exited those lush lips, she paused and ran her tongue into my cock hole, to wring the last droplet of cum from me. Several final, slow kisses all over my cock head, a line of kisses and licks up and down my shaft, and she was done.
Anneli had truly learned her place as my submissive, dick-adoring wife. .
I had trained her well.
Over the next two months, as her pregnancy progressed and her belly grew even larger, she seemed to grow more compliant, if that was possible. We settled into a routine of an hour or two of cock worship, a few morning fucks, and a visit to the basement dungeon after lunch.
The farm was doing well; I saw little reason to interfere with my farm hands and their work. I could devote myself to supervising and guiding my bride, to molding her as I wished.
She went about the house naked, always, on my orders. She was always ready to help me with pumping, with pulling the cylinder from my thick, fat dick, and with caressing my dick.
I attached her pussy pump to her for ever-longer periods, hoping she would accept it as readily as she accepted the toy I wore with increasing frequency.
She found her chores were harder, but not impossible, with the pussy pump on her mound and her enormous belly growing larger as she approached her ninth month. The pussy pump drew out her pussy lips, fattening them and making them more sensitive. If we were both pumped up for about half an hour, the sex was wondrous. We combined my fat cock and her swollen pussy in a perfect blend of the painful and magical.
One afternoon, one of my uncles was eyeing Anneli going about her naked chores in our house, her pussy pumped and swollen inside its big clear chamber. He quietly informed me of the special delights in watching a hugely pregnant woman lie on her back on the floor or a bed and then struggle to get up.
Such a simple task, he said, but cock-hardening and very satisfying to watch. It was the struggle. It was the demeaning act of suffering under the burden fucked into her cunt. A man’s cock forced her to be pregnant. And now she would rise up, lifting that burden for his pleasure.
My uncle stumbled upon this during one of his lengthy training sessions with his pregnant wife. He’d exhausted her with his demands, and she finally tried to raise herself one last time to perform as he directed. He happened to be in such a position that her looming belly was all he could see of her; that, and her sopping wet pussy and sleek legs.
Despite having cum many times that night, my uncle found his cock hardening and rising to take his wife once again, making her comply with his orders to lift her huge, mountainous belly off their fucking bed. As she groaned, he merely reminded her that her role was to obey and to give her body to him for his whims.
That was the enjoyment of it; reminding the hugely pregnant woman that her body, her day, her motions were not hers to control. He said he enjoyed it very much.
I decided I would enjoy that, too.
Whether Anneli would enjoy lifting her burden from such a position was inconsequential. She was here to provide for me, and that meant satisfying my curiosity and sexual whims. So I installed two daybeds in the dining room. The farm hands seemed confused at first, storing the antique Mission style dining table and setting out two newly acquired daybeds, angled toward each other.
Anneli, I realized, learned best by example. I invited one of my pregnant cousins to the house to show Anneli what the daybeds were for.
My cousin exited the pickup truck’s passenger seat already naked (it is the family’s way) and walked slowly up our walk to the house. Anneli’s nose and triumphant belly were both pressed against the living room window the entire time, watching this relative by marriage approach our home.
Quick introductions — this cousin was absent from our wedding and was not pregnant enough at the most recent family gathering to be noticed. Now, of course, her belly was ripe and inviting. She was only in her seventh month, too, which offered the promise of almost three months of pleasure for the men in her life.
Her husband texted me that she was having triplets, though she did not know it. The family custom was to keep the pregnant wives unaware. They were not in charge of their own bodies. Their bodies were for their husbands (and for the men in the extended family, of course). Why should they know if they were five months along, or nearly nine months? What did it matter if they knew they were carrying one, two, or three in their mountainous bellies?
All that matters is they open themselves to their husbands and the other men, submitting to the men around them for the pleasure of the men, and the men only.
They were ours to use, to enjoy, and to keep pregnant.
As always, if you want even more, hit me up through a PM and I will gladly send you additional material from this or ANY of my Amazon.com offerings.
