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  I merely toss a bit on the divan, the filthy words turning me on. A lot of women would be offended by sentiments like these but the fact is that I am a dirty, filthy slut, and I do like getting my ass taken by handsome strangers. As a result, I tighten my anal walls around him, making him groan, before pushing my breasts together so that the nipples are right next to one another, hard and pink.

  “Daddy, wanna suck?” I coo. “It’s a two for one.”

  The man descends immediately. His head swoops down so that he’s sucking both my tits at once, hot tingles going straight from my boobs to my pussy. Then, he slams his shaft all the way into my rear end and I literally jolt from the surprise.

  “Unnh!” I cry out, my eyes flying open. “Oh fuck, I’m so full!”

  “That’s right, and you’re about to get fucked hard,” he growls before sucking on my nipples again. It’s then that I engage in a deep, ball-busting session of anal love. It feels so good having my ass slammed and I writhe and cry beneath his superior weight. I continue holding my boobs together so that he can suck and fuck me at once, and then my thighs begin to shake. The pressure in my pelvis builds and then suddenly, it happens. Stars burst before my eyes as my bottom contracts on his shaft before dissolving in a series of violent tremors.

  "Unnnh!” I cry out. “Oh SHIT!”

  The man above me goes totally still for a moment, and then I literally feel the underside of his cock pulse as he erupts in my behind, his penis jerking with each blast of hot semen.

  “Oh shit!” he roars while dumping load after load into my sweet bottom. “Unnnh!”

  There’s so much fluid that it escapes from my body and runs down one huge, white buttock. But I love having men lose it in my bottom and I clench happily on the massive rod even as it continues to pulse and spray.

  “Yes, give it to me,” I coo. “I need that hot seed.”

  After a few more minutes of frenetic pumping, the man shudders to a stop, collapsing on my nude form.

  “Goddamn,” he growls, immediately backing up to prop himself up with those strong arms. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I forgot for a second that you were pregnant.”

  “Oh no,” I coo. “My baby’s just fine, so don’t worry. But are you done? Just about?”

  He shoots me an odd look.

  “Yeah, I think so. But why?”

  It’s then that I giggle slyly. “Well, because a friend of yours also wants to take a turn in my butt, and so I want to give him a chance. Is that okay?”

  The man cranes his neck to look over one shoulder, and sure enough, there’s a second man standing there, huge and imposing with a massive shaft in his hand. This one is about ten inches, and he’s already dripping copiously from the tip, a long strand of seed dropping to soak the expensive carpet.

  “I love used ass and pussy,” the second man rasps. “Especially if it’s just been well-fucked.”

  With that the first man chuckles and then pulls out, but not before pushing his semen back into my asshole with one finger.

  “She’s all yours,” he says in a throaty voice to the second man. “Enjoy.”

  And with that, a new cock pushes into my bottom, making me moan and squeal with ecstasy. I know my behavior is slutty, all types of wrong, and incredibly raunchy because I’m enjoying back door sex with two men that I don’t even know. But the truth is that this is what helps with my pregnancy nausea … and I plan on doing it with even more men before the night is over.

  3

  Mark

  * * *

  I look out my window at the house next door, and sure enough, my pretty neighbor’s there, gardening in the little plot of land behind her home. She’s been around a lot, actually, which makes me think that she’s not working at the moment. What was her name again? Oh yes. Freya. We’ve chatted a few times, but never about anything of import. It was always just small talk about the weather, upcoming vacations, and the like.

  But what Freya doesn’t know is that I’ve been surreptitiously watching her. Not like a stalker or anything, but I definitely notice when she comes and goes because she’s so gorgeous. The curvy girl has long, curly brown hair, big brown eyes, and the face of an angel. Not only that, but she has a body that won’t quit. The curvy girl has huge Double D breasts, a small waist, and a giant ass that’s useful when I’m alone with my hand and some lube. Yeah, I’m a pervert that way, but it’s not a crime to fantasize about an attractive neighbor.

  But even more intriguing, Freya’s pregnant. I watch surreptitiously from behind the curtain in my kitchen. She’s got a floral top and shorts which are relatively loose, but nothing can contain those huge tits and round belly. There’s definitely a baby in there, and as I watch, she sits back on her knees, pulling the straw hat down while resting both hands on that bulging stomach. The look on her face is one of pure contentment, and the pretty woman sighs before leaning over once more to dig at something in the ground.

  But the thing is that I haven’t seen a man coming and going from Freya’s home. Nor does a man live there full-time. In fact, it’s pretty much just Freya, with the exception of some friends and family on occasion, so my hunch is that she’s a single mother to be.

  I stop to think for a moment. Shit, that must be a difficult position to be in. Everyone knows it’s hard to be a single parent, and I can’t imagine being ditched by the baby’s father before the child is even born. What did the pretty woman do to deserve that treatment? Probably nothing, to be honest, because no woman deserves that.

  But then I watch again as Freya sets her spade in the dirt before taking off her straw hat. Long brown curls dangle down her back, and I imagine running my hands through those curls before nudging her lips with the tip of my shaft. She’d look so pretty nude and pregnant, kneeling before me with her mouth open while gazing into my eyes with an innocent look.

  Shit, I’m such a dirty motherfucker. Freya’s expecting for crying out loud, so I should be more respectful with my thoughts.

  But any guilt flies out of my mind at what my gorgeous neighbor does next. She whips off her loose shirt to reveal a bikini top underneath, and my mouth literally goes dry with need. Holy shit. The bikini top is just two tiny triangles of pink fabric, strung together by gossamer strands. The patches of fabric are smaller than a handprint, and those huge tits hang out the sides and bottom. In fact, as she leans forward, I can clearly see them dangling, and my cock twitches painfully. I need this woman desperately, but how would I start a conversation? Do I just stride out there with my stiffie and try to talk about the weather?

  But then something weird happens. Freya’s hands clasp her belly again, and a look of agony crosses her face.

  “Unnnh,” she groans, still kneeling in the dirt. I watch closely. What’s going on?

  The pretty brunette reaches for her water and takes a quick sip before wiping at her sweating forehead. But she’s still breathing hard and she leans forward again, planting both hands in the dirt so that her belly and breasts hang forwards.

  “Unnnh,” she grunts again. “Oh god.”

  I watch again. Holy shit, is this what I think it is? Is she about to give birth right here, in the flowerbed? I’m no doctor, but even I can see that she’s not far enough to be considered full-term. But then, another long moan of agony that sounds something like “Ohhhh,” escapes her lips, and this time, Freya falls to her side in a fetal position, clutching her tummy. Oh shit, oh shit! It’s an emergency!

  I don’t even think twice. I dart out of my house and quickly run to the gate leading to her garden.

  “Freya!” I call in a sharp voice. “Are you okay?”

  She doesn’t move from fetal position, her eyes closed as another wave of pain wracks her gravid form. “Unnnh,” she groans again. “Ow.”

  I unlatch the gate and then stride in, hurrying to crouch by the pregnant woman’s side.

  “Are you okay?” I ask in a panicked voice. “Oh shit, oh shit. Are you in labor? Can I do anything to help?”

  Her eyes flicker open a bit, and I’m caught by the agony in those chocolate depths. Freya doesn’t answer, but she holds her arms out to me and immediately, I know what to do. I scoop her up into my arms, bridal style, and stalk into her home through the glass sliding door before depositing her on the couch.

  “Are you okay?” I ask again. “Tell me if you want me to call 9-1-1.”

  But she shakes her head.

  “It’s too early,” she whispers, “and this isn’t an emergency. I’m just having some Braxton-Hicks contractions, that’s all.”

  I stop and stare for a moment at her flushed face and panting, heaving body. She’s never looked so beautiful, her tummy round with child as those big breasts tempt me.

  “What’s Braxton-Hicks?”

  She breathes in deep through her nose, exhaling loudly through her mouth, before shooting me a watery smile.

  “It’s just a woman’s body getting ready for labor,” she murmurs. “They’re false “practice” contractions, if you will. The baby’s perfectly safe, don’t worry,” she says. “But would you mind getting me a glass of water please? I’m utterly parched.”

  I jerk into motion, striding over to her small kitchen.

  “Yes of course,” I growl, immediately filling a glass. Then I hand it to her. “Just let me know how I can help.”

  She drinks thirstily, and I watch as that slim throat pulses sensually with each swallow. Then, Freya puts down the glass and smiles at me, still flushed and panting a little.

  “Thanks,” she murmurs. “You’re Mark, right?”

  I nod.

  “Over from next door,” I say, jerking a thumb in a backwards direction over my shoulder. She smiles.

  “Yes, I know. I’m Freya, just in case you don’t remember.”

  I nod.

  “I remember,” is my low growl. She bites her lip, and I step in, sensing her indecision.

  “You don’t have to be embarrassed about what just happened,” I say in a low voice. “You’re pregnant, and it sounds like these practice contractions are totally normal, right? So everything’s fine.”

  Freya nods slowly, her expression thoughtful.

  “Things are fine,” she murmurs. “Except that I’m still suffering from nausea.”

  I nod.

  “That makes sense. Anyone going through intense pain usually experiences nausea too. Trust me. I’m a firefighter, and we all have basic knowledge of emergency medicine.”

  Freya nods again.

  “Yes, the nausea’s been with me the entirety of the pregnancy,” she murmurs again. “It’s really a problem because I wake up in the morning, and it hits, and it basically continues through the afternoon and even into the night.”

  I nod.

  “Yeah, some women have it bad, from what I’ve heard. But have you tried drinking ginger ale?”

  She giggles merrily, the soft tone tinkling in the air.

  “Actually, I was just about to ask you to get me a glass,” she says with a smile. “Would you mind, Mark? I have a huge jug of the stuff in my fridge.”

  I nod.

  “Sure thing.”

  Then, I’m back in the kitchen again, pulling open the refrigerator. It’s well stocked with all sorts of fresh fruits and vegetables, not to mention jars of peanut butter, kimchi, and all sorts of sauces. I also glimpse some leftovers covered in plastic before grabbing the huge half-gallon jug of Canada Dry.

  “Here you go,” I say, pouring the fizzy drink into a new glass and handing it to Freya. “One ginger ale, at your service.”

  She giggles again before lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip.

  “Mmm,” Freya murmurs, looking at me over the rim of the glass. “Thanks. Ginger ale’s been my go to.”

  I nod.

  “Do you want crackers too? Do you have Saltines around here? Or I can even run back to my house to grab a pack. I buy them in bulk from Costco, so I’ve got more than enough to feed a family.”

  Freya throws her head back and laughs, her brown eyes sparkling.

  “No, no, I’m good. Don’t get me wrong, the nausea’s still with me, but I appreciate the effort. I’m just going to sip my ginger ale slowly in the meantime.”

  I nod.

  “Sure thing, sweetheart. Just let me know if I can do anything for you, okay? It’s no problem at all, and I’m just a holler away.”

  I’m already turning to leave when the pretty brunette stops me. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s biting her lip, but she calls out, “Mark?”

  I turn to see her voluptuous form still on the sofa, lush and fertile.

  “Yeah? Did you change your mind about the Saltines?”

  She shakes her head.

  “No, it’s just that … well, there is one thing that’s a surefire way to help me rid myself of the nausea.”

  I nod.

  “What is it? Animal crackers? Vitamins? Diet Coke? I know that shit’s not good for you because it’s not good for anyone, but I’m not going to judge a woman when she’s in the throes of vomiting.”

  Freya laughs merrily, although the sound comes out more like a sexy mewl. I swear, I’m captivated with this woman because she’s so gorgeous and ripe, not to mention utterly sexy with her tummy bulging with a baby.

  “No, it’s none of those things. You might be a little offended when you find out,” she begins.

  I shake my head, coming back to sit next to her on the couch.

  “Trust me, you can’t offend a firefighter when it comes to biological things. We’ve seen it all, and that includes totally naked old men being rescued from burning buildings, and people in the middle of sex when we pound on their door, telling them they have to evacuate. That’s always a fun one, when the condom’s still on when they finally come out,” I say in a wry tone.

  Freya laughs a little, her cheeks going a fetching pink shade.

  “Okay, but this really is a little out there. You see, I need it … well, in my butt in order to keep the nausea at bay. It’s the only thing that’s helped me feel more normal during my pregnancy.”

  You could hear a pin drop as I stare at the beautiful brunette.

  “Come again?” I ask in a choked voice. “Are you serious?”

  Freya’s cheeks are a tomato red now, but there’s determination in her eyes.

  “Yes. Anal orgasms really help me relax, and it prevents the nausea from even starting actually. Not forever, of course, but it’s what I need in order to manage this pregnancy.”

  I stare at her again.

  “Okay,” I say in a low voice as my cock twitches. “Holy fuck. So … um, what do you want me to do?” I ask, suddenly incredibly turned on. I’m ashamed to admit it, but does Freya want anal sex? Does she want me to finger her back door, or actually stick my cock in, or …?

  She laughs merrily again.

  “It is what you’re thinking, Mark,” she admits in a whisper. “I need it that way, and I was wondering if you would oblige? I know this is kind of a weird request, but I can sense that there’s something in the air between us, and you’re not married or in a relationship, are you?”

  I shake my head, blue eyes gleaming.

  “No, I’m not,” I rasp. “But are you sure this is what you want? I’m happy to oblige, sweetheart, because you’re very lush and beautiful, and I’m not a man who turns down an opportunity like this. But are you sure?”

  With that, Freya turns around on the couch so that she’s kneeling on the sofa cushion with her forearms propped on the back of the sofa. Then she reaches backwards and pushes down her shorts, taking her g-string along with it. I’m treated to the sight of two huge, white moons, a flushed, dripping pussy, and of course, the tight pink drum of her anus.

  “Yes, I’m sure,” she murmurs before bracing her torso on the back of the sofa to reach back with both hands. Then, she pulls her butt cheeks apart, baring everything for me to see as she looks me in the eye.

  “I’m so ready, Daddy,” she whispers. “Won’t you help me, please?”

  That does it. I’m on her in about two seconds, and every doubt in my mind is blown away by this gorgeous, wanton woman.

  4

  Freya

  * * *

  OMG, I can’t believe I told the hunky firefighter exactly what I want. Don’t get me wrong because I’m not a shy woman by any means. I’m someone who takes the initiative because there aren’t that many women who actually choose to be inseminated with the intention of becoming a single mother. But now, my dirty admission is out in the open and it’s time to see if it’s going to pay dividends.

  After all, the truth is that I’ve been watching Mark from the sidelines for a while now. He moved next door a couple months ago, and we’ve chitchatted a little, but never really gotten into a real conversation. It’s fine because it was just too soon, but I was excited by the thought of living next door to Mark because this man is gorgeous. I watch as surprise and shock pass over his face at my admission, but can’t help but admire those patrician features. He’s got a high forehead with black hair swept back, as well as piercing blue eyes, and a strong jaw. A powerful neck leads to broad shoulders currently covered by a work shirt, but I’m willing to bet there’s a six pack beneath the fabric. Not only that, but he’s got jeans on, and they hang off his hips just so, with thick, tree-trunk thighs that make me salivate. It’s criminal to look this good, and I can feel my cunt going moist just observing him.

  But I’ve taken Mark by surprise, and he swallows hard.

  “Come again?” he rasps.

  I waggle my bottom at him from my position on the couch, spreading my cheeks even wider with my hands.

  “If you give it to me in here, my nausea will fade for a couple hours at least. Maybe even a day,” I purr. “Is that something you’d do to help a pregnant woman in need? I promise to let you put it in my pussy too.”

  Mark swallows again, unable to tear his eyes from my glistening cunt and the tight, dark star above it. I wink that dirty hole at him a few times while wiggling sensuously on the couch. In fact, one of my bikini triangles falls away, and a big boob pops out, dangling deliciously towards the sofa.