Prenatal Escapades

[Sidney_1]

Kristen took a moment to appreciate Simon’s impressive erection; his cockhead glistening with her juices. He had felt so warm and velvety between her lips.

Kristen crouched over Simon’s pillar and drew circles with his cock around her vaginal lips, brushing against her clitoris. Her motions were tantalizingly slow as she focused on her own pleasure, at Simon’s insistence, and teased herself as if she was masturbating. She could feel her clit beginning to tingle and then she mounted him in one smooth, slow motion.

“Mmm, you feel so good inside of me,” Kristen moaned as her vagina clamped around his cock. Kristen placed his hands on her hips while she made slight movements up and down and in circular thrusts to get her body acquainted with his girth.

Her clit was brushing against Simon’s groin and she could feel all her nerves around her pussy beginning to tingle.

As her tempo increased, her firm, full breasts began to jiggle. Simon intuitively raised his hips and kept a natural rhythm with her. Their bodies fit together like gloves.

“Ahhh,” Kristen groaned, as her movements became faster and more forceful. “Cum with me, Simon. I want to feel you explode deep inside of me. I love when we cum together.”

 

[saedo]

Simon focused on his breathing. After considerable prodding, Kristen was finally focusing on her pleasure. He found the result most enticing.

It'd been some time since a woman had last used him as sex toy. Kristen took his meaty cock in both hands and teased herself with the engorged tip. For several agonizing minutes, she drew patterns around her hardened clit, periodically dipping him into the crevice between her inner labia. By the time she at last sighed and positioned his throbbing erection to enter her, he was oozing precum almost continuously.

Simon smiled with pride as Kristen's eyes widened as she sank down atop him. Watching a woman gasp as his girth filled her never ceased to please.

Kristen took her time grinding her hips against him. She found a rhythm that suited her and soon her focus was entirely on her own pleasure. He could see she was taking pains to draw out the sensation and heighten the intensity. He remained resolute in his desire to provide the satisfaction she craved.

Still, it was with some relief that he heard her gasped request that he cum with her. Their extended foreplay had begun to tax even his legendary reserves of stamina. Though he could have lasted longer, he was glad to heed her call. When Kristen's cried out as her pussy fluttered into orgasm, he followed her over the edge. His cock swelled within her before fountaining copious amounts of warm, sticky cum deep inside her.

Simon waited for Kristen to wind down from her series of climaxes. When she seemed to have breath enough to speak, he reached up to brush a lock of hair from her sweaty brow. "Delicious, my sweet," he praised. "Would you like to go again soon? Or do you want to try a different position? We have plenty of time yet."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen grinned down at Simon, his gesture of tenderness, after their moments of unity. Just as she had requested, they had both erupted in ecstasy together. Although she was already pregnant, there was something about feeling him cum so fully inside of her. . . it made her feel ripe and vibrant.

His words—they had time!- were music to her ears.

“Yes, let’s catch our breath and go another round. I like our intimate times in my own bed.”

Kristen knelt down to kiss Simon, while his hands slid around her bottom and along her sides. After breaking from their kiss she sat upright once again and brought his hands over her belly.

“Can you believe we created this little life inside of me? I know you’ve helped to spawn several children, but this is still really exciting for me. Compared to some of my pregnant peers, I’m feeling blissed out.”

Kristen could feel Simon’s cock shrinking within her and she laid on her side besides Simon.

“How about we spoon and snuggle until you’re ready to rise again so to speak. . .”

Kristen held her breath during the moment when Simon slid out of her warm, wet entrance.

Fuck. The more sex she had with him, the more she wanted it.

 

[saedo]

Kristen nodded eagerly in response, her face glowing with pleasure. “Yes, let’s catch our breath and go another round.

Kristen eased herself off his now semi-soft cock. Simon almost chuckled at the obscene sounds as her damp pussy clung to the fat shaft. She sighed softly as it popped free before settling down beside him, rolling onto her side.

Simon propped himself up on his elbow and admired the blonde from behind. Her back remained toned and he could trace the musculature of her torso as it splayed out from her spine. Lower down lay the plump swells of her rounded buttocks. Each was definitely plumper than before her pregnancy, but he thought the added fullness balanced well with the much larger curve of her belly.

“How about we spoon and snuggle until you’re ready to rise again so to speak. . .” she suggested.

Simon did chuckle at that. "I think you either underestimate my abilities, my dear. Or perhaps you doubt my attraction to you. I need only a few minutes recovery after just one climax."

Simon rolled towards her, letting his stiffening member press against her buttocks and lower back. "I shall be ready to for action very soon, Kristen. My lust for you is quite strong."

Simon slid his arm around Kristen and cupped her breast. His cock thickened considerably as he found her fat nipple with his fingertips."But do not let me rush you," he said more gently. "Tonight we move at your pace. You rest until you are ready."

Simon kissed her nape where the drape of her golden locks left it exposed. "Then you can tell me just how you'd like to put my cock to use."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen could feel her nipples puckering in response to Simon’s kiss at the nape of her neck and his teasing touch. Her body arched with lust as she felt Simon’s cock pressing into her back, firm and ready. She had thought his stamina in the past had just been a fluke or the result of something in her breast milk.

And there was a small part of her that found it astounding that she’d still be attractive to Simon. But, clearly, they still had an intense, sexual chemistry.

Kristen parted her legs, moaning softly with approval, as Simon teased her neck and earlobe with kisses and caressed her breasts and belly.

She could feel her warm milk releasing and dribbling and she quickly dabbed it and discretely sucked the drop from her finger.

“Mmm, I’m ready for you. Can you slip yourself between my legs and just tease me with your tip? Don’t enter me until I’m begging for it, or until you can’t take it anymore.”

Kristen reached behind her and caressed Simon’s girthy length. Their mutual juices from their prior climax created a soft, slushy sound as he slipped his thick cock between her vaginal lips.

Her fingers traced and pressed on his veins. All that blood flow and beautiful cock. . . just for her. Again. Thank God. She let her vagina squeeze and relish Simon’s girth, coating his cock with her juices, as his hips pulsed forward and back.

“Please. . . enter me. I need you and I need to cum… again and again.”

Kristen fought against the urge to release a string of profanities. It wasn’t her norm, or in her make-up, but something about Simon or her hormones was bringing out a latent wildness or primal urge to fuck and to take in as much of Simon’s seed as possible.

“I guess you know you have an amazing cock, Dr. Idris. . .and I like the way you use it,” Kristen said, lasciviously.

 

[saedo]

Kristen parted her thighs enough for his cock to slip between. Simon snuggled up behind her till his chest lay against her naked back. That allowed her plenty of thick shaft to rest against.

Simon propped his head up with his arm as he kissed the back of her neck. Kristen made a series of soft sighs as her hand pressed his thick member into her nether regions. Eventually she moaned, “Please. . . enter me. I need you and I need to cum… again and again.”

Simon shifted his hips back as best he could while lying on his side. He eased his hips back to give her room to maneuver his tip into position. He grunted softly as he felt Kristen's labia slip around him.

With Kristen's encouragement, he eased forward as Kristen shuffled back towards him. Lying on their sides inherently slowed the maneuver down, but the muffled cries from Kristen suggested that she rather enjoyed the sweet agony of being stretched wide.

Kristen pushed back against him till her buttocks rubbed up against his taut muscles. Lying on his side limited his ability to thrust; mostly he could only angle tilt his hips back and forth.

Despite the limited range of movement, Kristen seemed rather pleased with the gentle, shallow strokes. I guess you know you have an amazing cock, Dr. Idris. . .and I like the way you use it,”

Simon chuckled. "I'm glad you find it so pleasing. Not every woman appreciates its dimensions." He leaned into her, straining against her tender walls.

"Is this pace vigorous enough for you? It is so gentle that I could last quite a while."

 

[Sidney_1]

This was normally a position that her ex-boyfriend had used if they were both just waking up and he was horny, but didn’t want to impose sex on her if her body didn’t respond. By her reaction, her ex had known whether to continue and they would slowly advance to having a good morning fuck. Kristen had always liked the spontaneity of it and the emotional closeness and it had given her a good feeling all day.

Kristen reached between her legs to touch what she could of Simon’s firm cock. She relished the gentle pace and the feeling of being connected with Simon as she stalled off another orgasm.

“I think I’m ready to take it a bit deeper and more vigorous when you think I’m ready. Let’s try it with my kneeling with some pillows under me.”

Kristen gathered some pillows together and slowly eased up on her hands and knees while Simon remained firm within her pussy.

“Mmm. . . much better.”

Simon made several slow strokes in and out of her, each one getting gradually deeper, until she was moaning with desire and her pussy was oozing warm fluid once again.

 

[saedo]

Simon let Kristen set the pace as he had all night. This evening's entertainment was about her. So he'd contented himself thusfar with whatever she'd allowed.

Still, he could not resist a welcome grin when the curvaceous blonde opened the door to something more. I think I’m ready to take it a bit deeper and more vigorous when you think I’m ready

"Oh, I think you're ready," Simon replied. "Let's get you in position."

Maneuvering a woman as pregnant as Kristen took some effort, but Simon soon found himself behind her plump ass, his fat cock partially wedged inside her pussy.

Mmm. . . much better, ” she cooed.

Simon needed no more signal to start. He stroked into her, forcing his swollen shaft as far as her depths would allow. It took several repetitions before her snug canal yielded to his girth, but he was unrelenting.

"Let's get wild," he declared, smacking her left buttock with his hand. He buried himself hard within her, producing a gasp from his lover. "Yes!" he grunted, his efforts focused on finding a heavy, pounding rhythm.

 

[Sidney_1]

Simon slapped her buttock and then gripped it firmly as he drove into her with vigor, with an almost primal need to fuck the hell out of her.

He needed it, she needed it, and there was no point in denying it. His thick cock stretched her pliable walls further than she thought possible.

“Oh yes, I need this,” Kristin moaned, as she pushed her hips back with each thrust, enabling him to drive his cock as far into her vagina as possible.

Simon’s other hand caressed her pregnant belly and then drew circles and pressed against her clitoris.

“Oh God. . .please. ..”Kristen gasped, as she felt the waves of pleasure building from deep within her womb until her entire vagina was convulsing and her hips bucked against Simon uncontrollably. Once she felt she had reached the height of her orgasm, she went higher, until she was gasping and nearly breathless as his fingers worked relentless circles at her pussy.

“Fuck!” Kristen cried, as she felt the sweet release of his virile fluids within her. With every orgasmic contraction her body engulfed his seed, just as she had done on the night of her impregnation.

 

[saedo]

Simon withdrew reluctantly from Kristen's vaginal embrace. He rather enjoyed the afterglow of an orgasm, but it wouldn't do to push a pregnant woman too far.

His meaty shaft slipped out of her damp confines with a squelch. A trickle of white jism seeped out afterwards, her pussy clearly full. Simon patted her left buttock as he edged off the bed and onto his feet.

"I think that will be all I have time for, Ms. Reynolds," he announced as he gathered up his clothes. He donned his shirt first, leaving his cock dangling in the open. Such brazen nudity in front of a patient amused him.

"I thank you for a lovely interlude. I shall look forward to more such entertainment at our evening out. I trust your dress will be ready in time?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen was still panting when Simon withdrew from her, slapping her bottom in conclusion of their act.

She rolled over, confused by the abrupt end to their encounter. She tried not to display signs that she felt hurt and rejected, so she sought her own robe to cover herself while Simon dressed hurriedly.

“Yes, the black strapless dress with the slit will be ready by next Friday. And if Ms. Munson wants to be present during my follow up office visit with you. . .I’ll consider it. She went into hysterics during my last visit, though. And now I’m very pregnant with your child. I’m not sure she’s going to be able to handle it. She obviously has a crush on you, regardless of her marital or professional status with you.”

 

[saedo]

"Excellent, " Simon replied." I shall look forward to seeing you in it." His cock twitched slightly at the thought of Kristen's curves in an evening dress. "Pick you up at seven."

And if Ms. Munson wants to be present during my follow up office visit with you. . .I’ll consider it." Kristen's hesitation suggested that she was not entirely convinced. She went into hysterics during my last visit, though. And now I’m very pregnant with your child. I’m not sure she’s going to be able to handle it.

Simon shrugged as he buttoned his shirt. "I think perhaps you mistake her prior behavior for 'hysterics'. Still, our arrangement has ordinarily been quite private in nature, so her inquiry about you was unexpected."

"Also, she didn't ask to see you at the office," he continued. "Traditionally our encounters begin at lunch and she suggested that I invite you to join us. I asked why and she would only say that she thought it might be nice to see you again."

Simon pondered the notion a moment longer. A third person certainly was out of the ordinary for a visit with Cassidy. Still, that last encounter with her and Kristen had been entirely out of the ordinary. Enjoyable, but hardly ordinary. So what exactly was she after?

Simon shrugged again, still somewhat mystified. "I don't know exactly why, but I take her at her word: she'd like to see you again. So if you would like to join us for lunch, you are most welcome." He paused, then added. "Though it might not be a bad idea to clear the rest of your day. Just in case."

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen massaged her pregnant belly as she watched Simon finish dressing. She found herself keying into certain references that Simon made concerning himself and Cassidy. “Our encounters”. “Our arrangement”.

Kristen realized that the two of them probably had a long, sexual history together and she was probably just an amusing toy for them. Perhaps Cassidy was just fascinated to meet a single woman who was inseminated with Simon’s seed.

And yet, despite feeling like she was just a temporary distraction, she knew this is what she had signed up to do. Part of her had loved the heightened libido and her ease in orgasming with Simon during the first few weeks. His cock, his stamina, his masculinity and intelligence in all situations. Her orgasms had been intense and fulfilling, with or without Cassidy. She liked the unpredictability of their encounters.

Kristen knew she had no right to feel jealous. And perhaps her writer brain was inventing stories where none existed between the characters in her life. Both Cassidy and Simon had treated her with respect, even if she was a curiosity to Cassidy.

Kristen could feel a stream of Simon’s rich, warm cum slowly oozing out of her, and she hugged her thighs together to rub it into her skin. Her pussy pulsed at the memory of Simon plunging into her after Cassidy had suckled her breasts. Oh yessssss.

Kristen smiled at the memory.

“I don’t think you’ve ever known me to turn down a meal with you. You can thank Ms. Munson for inquiring about me and tell her that I’d love to join the two of you for lunch. She’s a beautiful and curious woman. I can see why you enjoy your meetings with her,” Kristen winked.

Her imagination was already taking her to the possible threesomes that could occur after lunch. Fuck. How had her sex life gotten so interesting now that she was 6 months pregnant?

“Oh, and I’ll clear the rest of my day. And keep my breasts engorged. Just in case.” Kristen smiled.

Once dressed, Kristen nuzzled into Simon and kissed his chest and gave his cock one last longing caress through his pants. He pulsed with life, but Kristen knew not to tease.

“Mmm, lovely. I’ll look forward to seeing you at seven pm. I think you’ll love the way Mrs. Kapoor is tailoring my dress to feature my best assets.”

 

[saedo]

"I don’t think you’ve ever known me to turn down a meal with you."

Simon chuckled. "A quality you and my nurse share."

Kristen continued, "You can thank Ms. Munson for inquiring about me and tell her that I’d love to join the two of you for lunch. She’s a beautiful and curious woman. I can see why you enjoy your meetings with her"

Simon nodded." I will convey your reply - and your compliments - to Ms. Munson. I am sure she will be most pleased by both."

After a few more exchanges of pleasantries, Simon kissed Kristen goodbye and departed.

~~~~~~~~
Time seemed to fly swiftly in the days that followed. Simon found himself yet again at Kristen's door mere minutes before the appointed hour. Tonight, however, his usual medical scrubs had been discarded in favor of more formal attire.
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Simon rang the doorbell promptly at seven. Time to see what Mrs. Kapoor had designed for Kristen.

 

[Sidney_1]

To Kristen’s surprise, Mrs. Kapoor had insisted that her services extended to helping Kristen with the gown and styling in her home. After her final fitting on Thursday, Mrs. Kapoor confirmed that she would arrive at Kristen’s at 5:00 pm to assist her as needed. Normally, Kristen was always able to assemble herself independently and enjoyed the quiet transformation. . . but, Simon was different. She had no idea what she was dressing for. . .nor, how she would really look once fully made up. And frankly, it was reassuring that Mrs. Kapoor would bring a back up just in case there was a last minute glitch.

Kristen had worked until 2:00 pm and then had taken Mrs. Kapoor’s suggestion to rest and pamper herself. She had napped and then took a luxurious bath and shower. At the last minute, she had decided it best to expel her breasts of the mysterious milk, to minimize any leakage that might occur with the tight bodice. Mrs. Kapoor had arrived just as Kristen was putting the last wave in her hair with the curling iron.

Mrs. Kapoor had nodded approvingly of Kristen’s make-up, but she suggested going even richer with the color. Kristen decided to just allow Mrs. Kapoor to transform her. . . she knew this world better than Kristen. . . and perhaps knew Simon’s taste better than she did.

By 6:30 pm, Kristen could not believe her eyes. Mrs. Kapoor had made her look stunning. The long, black strapless dress lifted her full breasts into a very impressive, but classy cleavage. The dress draped softly over her belly, but was cut high on the thigh per Simon’s suggestion. And the panty of the dress was a soft envelope enclosure over her shaven sex. “Convenience, my dear,” Mrs. Kapoor said with a wink.

Her cheeks had a soft pink blush, her blue eyes were accented with a shimmery neutral shadow, and her lips were a soft pink. For jewelry, Kristen wore Simon’s choker and a borrowed accent ring that Mrs. Kapoor had her choose from her collection. She and Mrs. Kapoor had debated about her hair and then had decided upon a loose updo that could easily be unpinned if Kristen felt it was more appropriate.

It was all Kristen could do not to cry when she gazed at her image, pregnant, glowing, beautifully transformed beyond her wildest dreams. At the last minute, Kristen dabbed the ridiculously expensive Tom Ford perfume behind her ears and on her chest.

“Perfect,” Mrs. Kapoor declared. “I know you’ll look very striking with Dr. Idris and I’m sure he’ll be very pleased. Some women can be stubborn, but you really gave me full creative reign to bring out your natural beauty. I hope you have a memorable evening, Kristen. It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

“Thank you, thank you!” Kristen said in reply, hugging the shopkeeper.

~~~

Kristen opened the door as she heard Simon pull up her driveway. She gathered her gold purse and wrap and held her breath as she opened the storm door to step outside. Simon was striking in a light gray suit that fit him perfectly and hinted at his fit body beneath it. Kristen felt a twinge of lust and her breasts tingled. His eyes sparkled and his face was glowing with freshly shaved skin. He held his hand out as she stepped down the three stairs while his eyes took in her form.

“Good evening,” Kristen said, smiling. “You look very handsome, Dr. Idris.”

 

[saedo]

Simon whisked his beautiful, curvaceous companion into the waiting town car. "I always prefer to arrive at these events in style," he explained before dispatching the driver to Symphony Hall.

The couple exited onto the sidewalk amongst a sea of men in dark suits and women in festive evening dresses. Simon slipped behind Kristen for a brief moment and whispered in her ear. "I do believe you are the prettiest at the ball, dear Cinderella." He placed a guiding hand at the small of her back as he escorted her through the crowd.

It took nearly 20 minutes to navigate the press of well-heeled socialites. Simon kept encountering familiar faces: colleagues, patients, social acquaintances, etc. Each necessitated a few dozen words of hello and goodbye to acknowledge the shared connection, with naturally introductions of the stunning blonde alongside him.

At last the pair entered one of the boxes on the upper right hand side of the theater. The couple sitting in the front row turned to face them as they parted the curtain to enter. "Simon," declared the woman warmly. "Charles and I hoped you might make it tonight." She nodded towards Kristen and smiled softly. "And I see you brought a friend."

Simon chuckled as he extended a hand to meet Charles' extended palm. "I can see your gears turning already. This is my friend, Kristen. Kristen, my longtime friends and symphony fans, Charles and Emma."

Charles rose from his seat, revealing himself to be a man of middle age, his full beard showing flecks of gray. His black suit somewhat concealed a stocky frame and rounded belly. His meaty paw encircled Simon's for a quick handshake before his hazel eyes turned to Kristen. Though perhaps her equal in bare feet, he had to look up to meet her gaze in heels. "Ah welcome, Kristen. Are you a Brahms fan as well?"

"Oh, Charles, always about the music," said his brunette companion, rolling her eyes in in a fashion suggesting mild exasperation and deep affection for her other half. "I'm Emma," she declared, "and it is so good of you to join us. But first, oh, blessings on you and your little one!" Emma clapped her hands together softly under her chin as she smiled at Kristen's belly.

Emma was a fair bit shorter than her husband, making her easily the most diminutive in stature. Her frame was a bit thicker than Kristen's, though her hips and bosom did have sufficient circumference to give her somewhat of an hourglass shape. Dark chocolate curls tumbled down her right side, exposing the glittering diamond earring dangling from her left ear. Its glint was matched by similar stones at her neck and fingers.

"My, you must be getting close to the end. Oh, and such a beautiful dress - it drapes your figure so well. Charles and I had our first just a couple years ago. Is this your first as well? Oh, you must be excited! Boy or girl? I wasn't sure, but Charles knew from the start that'd we'd have a girl. Our little Grace. Such a handful! Oh, I must show you a picture! Charles, show her on your phone the one from the other day - the pink jumper that Nana got her. So cute! Kristen, I'll have to tell you about this lovely baby boutique just down the road. Such great outfits! Have you picked out a name?"

Simon smiled with quiet amusement as Kristen found herself besieged with energetic questions. Fortunately the sound of the orchestra tuning up suggested she'd only have to endure for ten minutes or so before the concert began.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen glanced at Simon, as they exchanged a smile of amusement at the enthusiastic onslaught of questions from Emma. She barely knew where to begin.

“Thank you, I bought my dress and had it tailored at Mrs. Kapoor’s shop. She is a lovely woman with a keen sense for style. You look lovely as well.”

Kristen’s eyes took in Emma’s shimmering jewels. She assumed Charles and Emma were wealthy, based on the size and quantity of her diamonds. Emma probably had many more occasions to wear such jewels.

Kristen’s hand instinctively went to her baby bump.

“Yes, this is my first pregnancy. I’m trying to be open, but I think it might be a boy. In that case, I’ll probably name him Christopher Simon. I haven’t decided upon a girl’s name yet. I know most women love to know the gender, but for now, I want it to be a surprise. Congratulations on your first child. Ah yes, Grace is adorable, and so is that outfit. How lovely that she has such adoring grandparents.”

 

[saedo]

Between the pair of them, Emma and Charles kept Kristen peppered with questions until the lights dimmed. With the sounds of the orchestra warming up, the couples took their seats in the box: Charles and Emma at the rail, with Kristen and Simon directly behind.

The conductor took the stage to eager applause from the audience. He inclined his head with an imperious nod before turning to the orchestra. His baton rose high into the air and hovered. With a sharp twitch, he set the orchestra into action.

Simon listened along to the dulcet tones for several minutes. He shifted slightly in his seat, then reached his right arm across the back of Kristen's chair. His palm rested on her right shoulder.

After another few minutes, Simon's fingers began to trace idle patterns across her bare shoulder. He smiled in the dimness; Kristen's skin felt like warm satin.

Eventually Simon's fingers crept down Kristen's arm, still caressing her bare skin. However, a short distance south brought them near the outer swell of her dark bodice. Simon's teeth flashed briefly as his hand left Kristen's arm and began cupping her breast.

 

[Sidney_1]

As the lights dimmed, Kristen settled into her seat and held her folded wrap and purse in her lap. Within a few moments, Simon had placed his arm protectively around her seat and she leaned slightly towards him. As his fingers caressed her cool shoulder, and then arm, and then that ticklish erogenous zone between her arm and her full milk-laden breast… her eyes drifted closed with pleasure.

Simon casually cupped her breast, along the bodice, and then boldly spread his fingers across her exposed skin and cupped a bigger handful. Kristen’s eyes opened wide and she suspected that the patrons behind or next to her couldn’t see in the darkness, but should Emma or Charles turn around for some reason, they would be shocked. As it was, Charles had darted his eyes from Kristen several times after pretending to stare at her choker.

Kristen sighed and leaned into Simon’s ear. “Oh God, Simon, not here. . .in front of everyone,” Kristen protested. But, she knew that Simon was in charge, and she would choose to enjoy these guilty pleasures, the novelty of getting caught, of being enormous and cupped in the darkness while listening to a full symphony. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me, but I admit I like it,” Kristen whispered, smiling, and kissing his ear softly, before returning her gaze to the symphony.

She shut her eyes and let her body be aroused by Simon’s soft touch. If things went much further it would be all that she could to do control her milk from flowing. Mrs. Kapoor had placed light pads, but Kristen didn’t want to test them.

Kristen licked her lips with delight as her hand softly traced over Simon’s as he caressed her breast. God, it was going to be a long show if he was going to tease her like this.

 

[saedo]

Simon kept his touch light and slow. As always, the fun was in the nearly getting caught. He didn't want Kristen's breast to suddenly begin leaking all over her expensive new dress.

When intermission finally arrived, he was pleased to see that he hadn't overdone things. Kristen had a slightly glazed expression from the long minutes of foreplay, but her dress appeared to be bone dry.

Which wasn't to say that his efforts had gone entirely unnoticed. As the audience rose, Emma's eyes narrowed slightly when she turned to face the younger couple. Her gaze fell upon Kristen's chest in a manner far from casual.

"Simon, we should deal with that fundraising thing now," Emma declared. "We might not have the opportunity afterwards."

Simon nodded. "Okay." He turned to his companion. "Anything you need, Kristen?"

"Don't worry, Charles will look after her, won't you dear?" Emma's eyes flitted over Kristen's figure. "I bet if you're anything like I was in my last trimester, you could use a restroom break. Feels like the baby just tap dances on your bladder."

"Charles, show Kristen here the executive powder room." Emma put a friendly hand on Kristen's arm. "When you give as much money as we do, you get little perks like that. Believe you me, it's much nicer than those public restrooms on the ground floor."

Emma leaned in and whispered quietly so only Kristen could hear. " You might also want to try expressing a little. You look like you're about to pop!" Emma leaned back and gave Kristen a conspiratorial wink. "Charles, were you listening?"

Charles looked up from his program. "What? Oh right, yes, you want a vodka tonic."

Emma rolled her eyes in a time-honored expression of marital exasperation. "Simon and I are doing that thing, so you're looking after Kristen," she repeated. "Show her where the executive washrooms are up on 4 first, then introduce her around a bit. Okay?"

"Oh, certainly." Charles extended his arm towards Kristen. "Right this way."

Emma smiled affectionately. "See you two in a bit." She patted Kristen on her forearm one last time, then hooked her arm through Simon's. Simon kissed Kristen's cheek and gave her a wink before Emma hustled them both out into the hall and into the intermission crowds.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen returned the smile to Simon, wondering why he had to be whisked off. . .when he knew . . . well, even Emma could see her body needed tending. Emma’s comment on Kristen’s engorgement had made her feel defensive and embarrassed, but she knew it was the truth. The fact that Charles likely overheard his wife’s comment. . . filled Kristen with even more embarrassment. But, perhaps the couple had already been through this. . . and Kristen’s sensitivity hormones were getting the best of her common sense.

Charles touched Kristen around her waist before extending his arm to guide her to the elevator towards the VIP lounge.

“You look lovely and exuberant. Please excuse my wife’s forwardness sometimes. She has many passions and enthusiasms, and she just wants everyone to feel the joy and fulfillment of life that she feels. She is just looking out for your comfort and best interest.”

Kristen nodded, smiling, instantly feeling an emotional connection to Charles. He understood her embarrassment. He made certain to keep each introduction brief with friends. . .knowing she did indeed feel the urge to empty both her bladder and her breasts.

“Here we are. There’s a lounge area with chaises between each male and female restroom which is private. Let’s meet there so you can rest and decide if you need to take care of any other needs to ensure your comfort.”

Kristen’s eyes widened at Charles’s statement and the luxury of the bathroom. All decorative, ornate brass fixtures and rich velvety reds.

After relieving herself and washing her hands, she gazed at her breasts in the mirror. Yes, they looked even fuller. . .her breasts pressing against one another caused her cleavage to ride even higher, just below her choker. Oh God, how Simon had teased her. . .her pussy had been moist with lust. She wished he could just empty her and touch her. . . and relieve this overwhelming lust.

The toileting area . . .well, there was no way where Kristen could imagine peeling down her dress and expressing her milk. She’d have to ask for Charles’s assistance in the lounge area.

Kristen met Charles at the lounge area where he had already gathered several towels, a clear glass bowl, and a cotton blanket.

“This is a private room, Kristen. No one can walk in while we are in here. This might be a good opportunity . . . if you’d like to expectorate your milk. You do look quite engorged, my dear, and there’s no reason that you should have to feel uncomfortable. I can assist if you’d like with removing the bodice. .. and keeping you covered as much as possible. But, sometimes it is helpful to have an extra hand to hold the bowl. . .I know my wife appreciated it when we were in public and she was without her pump. Of course, to be honest, I’ve never seen a pregnant women in quite your condition. I—I’d be eager to help you. . . and I think my wife expects me to.”

Kristen bit her lip and blushed at the idea of baring her huge, milk-filled breasts in front of Charles. When Cassidy had milked her. . .it had driven both of them crazy. But, she did not have the luxury of time.

“I think it’s best if I just shed my embarrassment and take you up on your offer to assist. If you can just help unzip me, we can protect the dress.”

Charles unzipped the back and then encouraged Kristen to lie slightly on her right side while he sat on the chaise across from her with a towel and bowl.

Kristen could feel her nipples rising from the cool air. Charles’s eyes had widened as he took in her size and fullness. Fuck, this was crazy. This relative stranger was about to milk her like a cow.

“In the interest of time, I think it’s best if I lend a helping hand and you can just rest back and relax.”

Before Kristen could protest, Charles had cupped and squeezed both of her breasts firmly. He then focused on massaging her outer right breast’s duct tissue and then worked his way inward until her nipple began to leak and spill forth.

“Ah, there we go,” Charles encouraged, as Kristen moaned in both pleasure and relief. “Try and relax, dear, and we’ll be able to empty you fully."

Beneath the blanket, Kristen caressed her belly and moved a finger to caress her clit. She watched as her milk spilled into the glass bowl. Charles had a look of accomplishment and restrained lust in his hazel eyes.

Kristen could feel the fullness subsiding as the bowl filled with her warm milk. As the milk slowed, Charles squeezed her breast at different angles before finally squeezing her nipple gently.

“Oh!!” Kristen shivered, as a jolt of sexual energy shot to her pussy.

“I—I think that is sufficient. Can we empty the other?” Kristen asked, somewhat shamefully. Charles dabbed a towel and indicated for her to roll to her left.

This time, Kristen massaged her breast while Charles held the bowl and watched. Kristen sighed and moaned as her breast relased the milk. It was a marvel how much milk her breasts could produce even before her baby’s birth.

Her eyes locked with Charles’s eyes when he met her gaze after ensuring the bowl was positioned properly. It occurred to Kristen that Charles knew he’d be handling her breasts . . .or had been fantasizing about it ever since he had met her.

After a few moments, Kristen’s arm grew tired, and Charles took over.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he muttered, as he squeezed each new area and the milk flowed plentifully into the bowl.

Kristen closed her eyes and allowed her body to be attended and appreciated. God, what a treat it would be have a husband. Oh well. She’d accept the help when she could get it.

“Kristen, both breasts feel less engorged to me, but to be emotionally satisfied, it is usually best to allow yourself to be suckled for a few moments or you will still have the urge to be milked. While manual milking is certainly more satisfying than the breast pumps that are available. . . I know Dr. Idris believes milk should be suckled when possible. I would be honored to serve you in this way. It should only take a moment or two on each breast.”

Charles’s soft husky tone encouraged Kristen to nod.

“Yes, please. . .suckle every last drop. I don’t want to leak later. . . and you’re right. . . I do find it very satisfying.”

Charles’s warm tongue drew circles around her nipples before suckling fully, while his hand squeezed her breast to encourage any further milk to flow to the nipple. He went smoothly from one breast to the other, squeezing them both together, so his mouth could quickly move from nipple to nipple.

Kristen’s fingers went to her clit, under the blanket, and moved in light swift circles. This was too much. . .his warm tongue, working manically from one nipple to another.

“Don’t stop, Charles. ..ahhhh!” Kristen gasped as her pussy spasmed and her back arched, forcing her breasts to tremble along with the rest of her body. It was torture not to be able to insert her finger fully into herself. .. Kristen had learned to settle for these sub-par masturbatory orgasms.

Charles would have loved to fuck her. . . but, this was not the time. This opportunity was given to him merely to live out a fantasy. . . probably pre-arranged by Emma, if he knew his wife. He knew she wanted nothing more than to keep him satisfied in their marriage.

Charles watched in lustful amusement as the young woman’s rich, fertile body undulated as he titillated her breasts. Watching a woman orgasm was a never-ending fascination. Kristen’s libido was healthy although her cries were restrained.

He held her lightly through the after shocks, watching her bountiful breasts bounce in his masculine hands.

“I hope you feel refreshed now, and I’m glad at least one of us won’t be in restrained clothing,” Charles winked. “Let’s get you properly dressed again. I think we have 5 minutes before we need to be seated. You can freshen up and I’ll wait outside and walk you back.”

Although Charles knew he had time to take care of his own needs. . . it would take mere minutes. . . he preferred to leave himself in his heated state. His desire would probably cool once he was seated. He dabbed his finger into Kristen’s warm milk and brought it to his mouth. . . and then poured a large glass and drank it down. Slightly sweet. It gave him a warm and virile feeling, and he quickly drank another before exiting the lounge.

Kristen adjusted her hair and reapplied her lipstick. Fuck, that was crazy! How had she let a married man milk her. . .and yet it had felt so natural. . . and she did feel much better. Still aroused, but relieved of her fullness. And as much as she wanted to deny it out of guilt, she had enjoyed the look of lust in Charles’s eyes as he had squeezed her orbs, and it then activated her own wild lust and need for release. Fuck. She had orgasmed right in front of him. But, Charles had convinced her he was simply “assisting” and Emma had assumably consented to her husband’s attention in tending to her lactation.

“No need for guilt,” Kristen said to herself, before smiling and straightening her posture. She did look refreshed. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, her skin glowed.

Kristen took Charles’s arm and hugged it close to her breast.

“I’m ready to be seated. Thank you for tending to me . . . in such a personal way. I’ll never forget it, Charles. Emma is a lucky lady.”

 

[saedo]

"Good heavens!" Emma exclaimed. "Does it ever stop?"

Or at least, that was Simon's best guess at an English translation. Emma's actual words had been more akin to, "Guhj Jeevan, duhj ssss vvvah opp?" Honestly, he was impressed that she could manage even that semblance of coherence with her mouth full of his over-sized cock.

The pair had not headed down to the lobby as announced to hobnob with potential donors. Rather, the curvaceous brunette had directed upstairs into a staff area she knew would afford them some privacy. After pulling him in close for a far from platonic kiss, Emma's fingers had nimbly unfastened his pants and hauled his meaty shaft into view. With a delighted smile, she'd hefted the stiffening pillar to her lips and set to work.

Minutes later, Simon sat on the edge of a table as Emma knelt between his splayed legs. His fingers clutched the unyielding wood in a death grip as he strained not to give in to his libido. Emma's technique always brought him to the brink in mere minutes, so he had to struggle not to give in too easily.

Emma definitely wasn't showing any mercy. "Glormph," she murmured as her jaw widened just a bit more and sank his swollen cock down her throat. Many women found Simon’s girth too intimidating to even bother with oral, so he could still count on one hand the handful that tried to take him deep.

None managed to make it quite as seamlessly as Emma. While her gullet visibly bulged as inch after gargantuan inch slipped inside, she didn't show the slightest hesitation. She engulfed his massive pillar smoothly and surely till her nose brushed against his belly. She held him inside, her throat muscles pulsing against his hardness, then slid him back out with the same confidence. It truly was a wondrous performance.

"Oh. Fu-uh-uh-ck." Simon grunted through gritted teeth, his will at last collapsing before the tidal wave of desire. He couldn't hold himself back any longer.

Emma recognized the signs and slipped the remaining inches of his cock out till only the goliath helm remained inside her lips. Simon’s first gush of thick, creamy semen flooded her mouth and was swiftly followed by a second. Emma masterfully timed her swallows between the pulses so that the heavy surges of never overwhelmed her. When Simon’s climax at last completed and she released his drained cock, her lips parted for a moment to show her mouth full of pale white before swallowing it all down.

"Mmmm," she purred. "I love your taste."

Simon patted the perspiration off his forehead with a handkerchief. "Living dangerously, Emma. What if you'd spilled any of that on your fancy dress?"

"Ha!" she retorted. "When have I ever spilled a drop?"

Simon tipped an invisible hat towards her. She was right, of course. Only Emma seemed able to match his output so expertly each and every time. "That's right, you're the best," he chuckled.

"Damn right, I am," Emma declared boldly. "And if I had a little more time, I'd suck you off again to prove it." She stood up from the floor and reached for her clutch. "But I don't want us to be late."

Simon nodded and packed his softening cock back inside his pants. Meanwhile, Emma produced a compact mirror and lipstick from inside the clutch and began refreshing her makeup. By the time that they reentered the hallway, their appearance betrayed nothing of their sexual interlude.

"So what was with the extra instructions to Charles?" Simon inquired sotto voce.

Emma grinned like the Cheshire cat for a moment. "Oh, I thought Charles might be able to have a little fun, too. He's about as crazy about breast milk as you are and Kristen seemed the type who'd appreciate a helping hand."

Simon raised a curious eyebrow, so Emma continued. "Oh, don't look so surprised. I don't know what you were doing to that girl, but I caught a glimpse of her face before the lights went up: her pussy was about as ready to overflow as her boobs. I figured in her condition, she'd welcome a man's touch. But since I wasn't about to let that be you, I sent Charles with her."

Simon smiled and shook his head. "I completely missed it," he confessed. "Kristen is certainly more adventurous now than when we first met, but I never suspected."

"Women’s intuition," Emma replied, turning her own curvaceous chest into Simon's arm. She giggled, quite pleased with herself, before regaining her composure.

The lights above flickered as the ushers signaled the impending second half. Emma and Simon were the first pair to return the box. Simon kept a closer eye on Kristen when she and Charles reappeared a minute later. Her bosom, while still impressive, looked decidedly less swollen than it had when she'd departed. But was there a slight flush to her cheeks as well? And a glint in her eye? As Simon sat down next to the pregnant beauty, he found himself pondering just what she'd been up to during intermission.

 

[Sidney_1]

Kristen smiled at Simon and caressed his left arm. Her lips moved close to his ear.

“Emma noticed that I was engorged at intermission. I could have withstood the wait, but Charles insisted on lending a helping hand. I think it’s a good thing that I took him up on his offer, because I produced a lot of milk, Simon. I think Charles relished his role. He suckled me at the end. I know my breast milk has a powerful effect on you and Cassidy. As my doctor and confidante and as a friend of the couple, I just thought you should know. It all happened quite naturally… and I must admit that I enjoyed. . . the attention,” Kristen said, blushing.

The lights were dimming and the buzz of voices surrounding them quieted. Kristen nuzzled Simon’s neck and gave him a soft kiss.

“I want you,” she murmured, as her hand slid down his arm and brushed against his groin and muscular thigh.

 

[saedo]

It all happened quite naturally… and I must admit that I enjoyed. . . the attention,”

"Naughty girl," Simon whispered, secretly pleased to see how open Kristen was becoming to new experiences.

"I want you," the busty blonde continued, sliding her hand down Simon’s thigh. He spread his legs slightly as her fingers cupped the soft cylinder running alongside his inseam.

"Mmmm," he murmured. He tilted his head to bring his lips to her ear. "A feeling I share, my dear."

Simon’s hand slipped across into Kristen's lap, but he made no pretense of subtlety. Taking advantage of the high slit in his companion's dress, his fingers dove beneath the exterior fabric and crept towards her the tender V of her silken panties.

 

[Sidney_1]

"Mmmm," he murmured. He tilted his head to bring his lips to her ear. "A feeling I share, my dear."

Kristen smiled, delighted that Simon wanted her, too. She continued to trace the outline around Simon’s cock, occasionally brushing her fingers lightly over it. She wanted to tease, but not torture. She was also out of her element, and she was already pushing the limits of propriety. But, ahh. . .she loved the sensation of Simon’s growing length and girth, and warmth beneath her hand.

Meanwhile, Simon’s hand snuck to the crease of her dress’s panty. The dress had splayed, revealing her toned thigh. Charles and Emma turned to look back at the couple, and Kristen smiled as if she was enjoying the symphony and Simon’s company. But, as Emma’s head returned to face the symphony, she winked at Charles, whose gaze lingered from her face to her breasts.

Kristen breathed shallowly, bracing herself in case Simon’s finger brushed against her sex; bracing herself for the unexpected. Just the idea of spreading her legs, perhaps her feet on his shoulders. . . . or side-lying . . . while he caressed her belly and squeezed her breasts as she came. . . or, perhaps Simon would cum inside of her, and when couldn’t handle another climax, he’d climax all over her breasts and belly.

She’d had so many fantasies in the evenings alone at home. But, none of them were as magical as reality. . . as being dressed up to the nines, at a full, professional symphony, in a luxurious atmosphere, with well-to-do people with kinky tastes.

Kristen hadn’t shared all of her Simon stories with Cheryl, although Cheryl had certainly pleaded with her to share them all. But, no doubt, she’d share the story about Charles milking her. . .her labia still felt swollen and she knew her pussy was still damp with unfulfilled lust.

Kristen rested her head momentarily on Simon’s shoulder, shutting her eyes and focusing on the violins and wind instruments.

“This is sublime. Nothing like live music. Makes me feel so alive. Thank you, Simon."