CEO’s Pet

Sharing yet another story I wrote for my personal blog :)

By @pregnancyismykink :)

You hadn’t planned on getting the job this way, but you weren’t about to complain either. You didn’t care how people looked at you, didn’t care how they talked about you behind your back during their lunch breaks. All you cared about was making sure the CEO was pleased.

Technically speaking, on the official paperwork, you’re his personal assistant, in charge of any and all requests he asks for. What’s not on the paperwork though, is that the majority of these requests involve getting him off.

Truthfully though? You didn’t care. You enjoyed being his personal slut. You had full access to the entire building, even the private conference room they used for high risk clients. And his clients never blinked their eyes at you. They knew the rules of your contract. Knew you couldn’t disclose anything without severe punishment.

The dress code was the only thing that gave you pause. It was written in the contract that you would wear nothing but an incredibly short skirt and skin tight tank top to accentuate your chest. No underwear, no bra, only high heels. Whatever necessary to make it easier for the CEO to get what he wanted.

On days like this, when he has meetings back to back and can’t get away to find you, you have to come to him. Everyone is used to seeing you by now so they don’t bat an eye when you walk in and bend over the conference room table, presenting your slick wet cunt to him. He wastes no time pulling his huge cock out and burying it into your hole, pounding into you hard enough to make the table rock. And the best part is he never stops the meeting. You’re fucked and used in front of everyone like a slut, and you love it.

He fills your hole so well, so much that you couldn’t move on to anyone else even if you wanted to. No one else could make you feel the way he did. And when you found out you were pregnant? It only made him hornier.

When you first started showing, your slight pouch pushing out against the skin tight tank top, he fucked you into the floor of his office, slapping your ass hard enough to leave welts. But when he finished, you pulled your skirt down and stood, moving to your own chair in the corner of the room, awaiting your next assignment.

The days went by and your belly grew larger every day. No doubt from the copious amounts of come he constantly fucked into you, but also from the babies growing inside you. The pregnancy made you even hornier too, actually leaking enough to drip down your thighs. And it drove him crazy.

One day he took you on someone else’s desk, unable to wait until you made it back to his office. And he’d discovered something new as well, a new toy he’d use when he really wanted your legs to tremble.

He’d bury himself deep in your cunt, pushing against your womb, and then he’d pinch your clit and nipple at the same time, making you scream and squirt all over everything. The floor, his desk, his lap, the chairs, whatever was underneath you, it got wet.

The dress code didn’t change either. No matter how big you were, you were still required to wear heels, a skirt, and a too tight shirt. Especially now with the pregnancy, your breasts were swollen more than ever and they poked out of the top of the shirt. And when he took you on the desk, or when he fucked you on the conference room table, the shirt did nothing to hold your breasts in. They bounced and leaked all over, his favorite playthings as his cock used you.

You arched your back with the orgasm as it slammed through you, squirting all over him as he continued to shove into your leaking cunt, and he pulled out like nothing happened, sitting back in his chair to continue the meeting, leaving you to clean yourself up.

When the 9 months passed, you were so swollen and sore but it still didn’t keep him away. If anything, it just made it worse. He’d bought a collar and leash to keep you at his side at all times now, unwilling to lose sight of your swollen form.

In the middle of a meeting with the president of the company, he yanked on your leash and pulled you over to him, pushing you down to your knees and shoving his cock into your mouth, roughly gripping your hair as he thrusted in and out.

You knew how to block your gag reflex, how to open up so he could thrust all the way down the back of your throat. And you knew better than to pleasure yourself when you felt the need, for he had to give you permission.

It was then that you felt the first cramp, the first of many that pulled on your muscles and made you moan around his cock. Your baby was coming, but you still didn’t have permission to leave.

He thrust hard down your throat and held himself there as his hips stuttered and thick white ropes of come shot down your throat. You swallowed obediently, licking your lips when he pulled away. He made you stand in front of the people in the room, your shirt covered in spit and milk leaking from your engorged breasts, and he lifted your skirt to reveal your sloppy cunt.

He wasn’t done with you yet and he turned you around, pushing you roughly onto the table on your back, your huge belly straight up in the air, your legs spread to give him easy access. More cramps came and went as he started to fuck into you, and soon the baby fell into the birth canal, moving without your permission as contractions ripped through you.

If the CEO noticed, he didn’t care. He continued to thrust into you, his cock hitting the top of the baby’s head everytime, pushing it back in every time it made progress. When he finally came, spurting come into your soaking wet and throbbing cunt, he pulled out. Your cunt dripped with his come and your own juices, the baby now pushing out of you.

It started to crown, the burn in your pussy almost too much to hold back your scream but then he shoved it back in, his fist going deep inside you. “We still have 3 hours in this meeting. You can give birth after we’re done.”

You could only nod. You were an obedient pet.

Photoshoot

This was a story I wrote and posted to my personal blog but I thought people here would like it too :)

By @pregnancyismykink :)

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“That’s it. To the side a little. Yep there ya go, gorgeous!”

Leila continued to pose for the camera, pulling her hair up and out of her face, pursing her lips, sticking her chest out to show the new Victoria Secret bra they were branding.

“That’s perfect Leila. We’re done for the day.” People mill around the room, starting to clean up the lights and clothes racks. Leila wraps a robe around herself and heads to her dressing room.

They may be done with this photoshoot, but she’s not done for the day. She waits in the dressing room, touching up her makeup and her hair.

There’s a small bottle of pills on her desk and she pops a few, taking a deep breath before dropping a hand between her legs, beneath the waistband of the lacy underwear.

She’s done this so many times, pleased herself while waiting for her next shoot to start, but it never gets old. She’s gentle at first, rubbing her hand up and down her folds, adding some pressure.

She dips a finger between her folds and touches the wetness there, soaking her finger before bringing it to her clit in a slow circle. Her head falls back against the back of the chair, her mouth open in a soft sigh.

The warmth begins to build between her legs and she lifts her legs to rest them on the desk, spreading them further apart. She circles her clit a few times, her hips rolling with the movement, and she moans as she pushes two fingers into her slick heat.

It’s soaking wet now, the pills helping her along, and it makes sucking sounds every time she pulls her fingers out and pushes them back in.

She continues this for a while, just enjoying the slow building warmth and the slick dripping from her folds. She knows better than to push herself over the edge though. She has to save that for the shoot.

A knock sounds on the door and she knows it’s time to go. She sighs softly as she takes her fingers out, rubbing her clit one more time and shuddering as the spike of pleasure it shoots through her.

She stands on shaky legs, putting on her heels, and then heads out to the photo shoot area. The director must want her by herself today because there’s toys all over the floor next to the plush chair in front of the camera.

“Leila, darling. I hope we didn’t keep you long.”

“No longer than usual. What’s our theme today?”

The director smiles and pulls a strand of Leila’s hair over her shoulder. “There’s a new product they’ve just released. They’ve asked us to do an exclusive shoot for it.”

She raises a brow at that, knowing they don’t usually accept offers from brand new products since their magazine is too highly rated to deal with amateurs.

The director just shakes his head and grins. “This is a good one, I promise. The pay you’ll take away from this will last you years.”

That gets her attention. It’s not like she was hurting for money anyways, but she enjoyed having the extra spending money from the odd jobs he liked to give her.

“Just trust me dear. You took those pills today right?”

She nodded, taking a deep breath and removing her robe. “Let’s just get this over with. I’d like to get home before midnight tonight.”

He smiles and takes her robe, signaling to the people in the room it’s time to start. Leila ignores everyone, checking out the pile of toys littered around the photoshoot area, picking up a particularly beautiful egg shaped toy.

It felt hard and heavy, almost like it was made of Stone, the swirling specks of black amongst the blue making it stand out heavily. She smiles softly and notices there’s several of them, all in varying sizes. Her eyes catch on one particularly large one, bright red with orange highlights, looking like nothing other than a fire. She picks it up and feels her vagina clench, eager to take it inside her.

She gently sets it next to the chair in easy reach, then checks the other toys. There’s a sizeable dildo seemingly stuffed with some kind of thick white liquid and she sets it next to the egg, knowing she’ll use those together. She also notes the vibrator, butt plug, anal beads, and spreader bar, all artfully laid out for her choosing.

She picks up the butt plug, marveling at the near crystal like shape at the end of it. It looks expensive and incredibly well made, and upon closer inspection she notices a little button. She presses it and the plug immediately starts vibrating in her hands.

She can feel herself dripping now, her underwear soaked through easily. She sets it off to the side with the other toys she grabbed and settles into the chair, waiting for the instructions.

It’s another few minutes but the director comes up next to the camera man, clapping his hands for everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone. We’re going to get started here soon. As we will be filming a video for our online viewers, I don’t want any idle chatter unless it’s coming from Leila.” Everyone nods in understanding.

He then looks at Leila. “Leila dearest, you just do what you do best. The camera will be on you. Use the safe word if we need to stop.”

Leila shudders a little, the excitement of being the center of attention still something that turns her on so much. The lights dim, the spotlights are turned on, and Leila spreads her legs, leaning back in the chair with her hands behind her head.

“Action!”

The room falls silent and Leila smiles demurely at the camera as it moves in a little closer.

“Hmmm hi everyone. We’re trying something new today.” She checks the cards the director holds up. “Dragonborn Products releases a new line of toys and they asked me to brand them. Enjoy…” she winks at the camera, sticking a finger in her mouth and then down into her underwear where she’s still dripping wet.

A soft sigh escapes her and she stands from the chair seductively, reaching behind her to unclip the bra, pulling it off and letting her full breasts fall. As models go, she has one of the biggest chests of the agency, and they adore her for it.

She moans and rubs her breasts, turning her head to the side so her hair falls artfully over her shoulder. She tweaks her nipples, gasping playfully as they perk up and turn red from the attention.

She bounces a little on her toes, letting her breasts bounce on her chest, knowing people enjoy this a lot in their videos. She turns around, stretching up, then bends over to pick up the heavy butt plug from beside the chair.

She looks seductively over her shoulder, smiling at the camera as she drops a hand between her legs, wetting her fingers with her own slick.

The camera man moves in, focusing on her soaked panties and her fingers as she pushes them in and out of her folds, and she giggles playfully, pulling her panties down to reveal her slick soaked folds.

She puts the fat end of the plug between her folds, slicking it up before pressing it against her ass. It puckers around the tip, and she sighs softly, letting her eyes fall closed and her mouth open in a silent oh.

The plug goes in easily, her hole taking it right in like she’s trained herself to do, and she squeezes her ass around it, letting it in a little further until it pops in past her rim, locking in place.

“Hmmmm that feels so goood,” she moans out. The camera focuses in on the crystal at the end of the plug, and Leila presses the little button. It starts vibrating immediately and she gasps, her hips jerking forward with the new feeling.

“Fuck…that’s amazing…” She shudders, her thighs shaking a little at the force of the vibrations. It’s pressing right up against something inside her that she’s never felt before and it’s almost too much.

She takes a few deep breaths, calming down the heat inside her, before slowly turning back over to sit on the chair. The change in angle makes her moan, sitting on the plug as it vibrates only making it more intense.

She opens her eyes to check the time and it’s only been 10 minutes. She’s never been so close to finishing at only 10 minutes in. Never.

Her pussy clenches and she grips her breasts, squeezing and fondling them as she moves her hips around in circles. She has to stop though, far too close to the edge to keep going like that.

She shakily reaches for the dildo on the side table, breathing heavily and letting cute little moans escape her as the plug continues to vibrate.

Her abs clench and she shudders again, pressing the tip of the dildo in before she can’t focus enough. There’s something weird about this dildo though, and before she can even press it in even further, it starts to wriggle by itself.

Her back arches off the chair, ass clenching and pussy throbbing around the wriggling dildo as it pushes further into her. It’s long and thick, easily long enough to press up against her womb and she gasps out, her fingers flying to the back of the chair and then to the dildo, trying to keep it still.

It doesn’t work though, keeps wriggling inside her, and the heat is building far too fast. She can’t get away from it, her hips moving violently as the pleasure just keeps racking up inside her. She tries to pull it out, tries to press the button on the vibrator, but her fingers are shaking so bad she can hardly function.

The dildo buries itself inside her, the tip poking through her cervix easily and her eyes roll back in the back of her head. She trembles violently on the chair, her stomach flexing as the dildo presses up against it from the inside.

“H-holy f-fuck…” she groans, her body seizing violently, and then she’s squirting all over the floor and the cameraman who’d moved closer to get a better look. Her back arches, toes curling, and she can’t even breathe as her orgasm rips through her, her pussy throbbing around the dildo, releasing the thick fluid into her womb.

She can feel it filling her up, but she’s too lost to the orgasm to care. Her muscles are so tense, her ass vibrating and throbbing, and just when she thinks she’s gonna pass out, the dildo wriggles again, pulling itself from her pussy and flopping to the floor with a splat.

She trembles heavily, breathing hard and gasping for air as the orgasm finally subsides. She turns to the side, closing her legs and curling in on herself as she tries to get a grip on what just happened.

She barely has enough strength to press the button on the plug, finally ending the vibrations. She pulls it out and tosses it onto the floor somewhere, close to sobbing as random spikes of pleasure still shoot through her.

She closes her eyes, taking huge breaths to calm down and to stop the shaking in her hands before reaching for the egg. She figures it can’t be much worse than what just happened. Plus, she was really excited to try it out.

She glances towards the director, who asks if she’s okay and she gives him a quiet nod, letting her trembling legs fall from the chair. She leans back, letting her legs spread and lifts them onto the arms of the chair, revealing her angry red pussy to the camera.

The thick substance the dildo released inside her leaks out, sliding down between her ass cheeks and she shivers, still reeling from the experience. She presses the head of the egg to her folds, relaxing and pressing it. Her head falls back, mouth open on a sigh, and she gets the egg halfway in before stopping to take a breath.

She shifts herself so she’s straddling the arm of the chair, and starts grinding down on the egg, pushing it further inside her with every movement of her hips. She feels a low vibration between her legs, but she’s not sure if it’s the egg or if it’s remnants of the butt plug, but whatever it is makes her moan loud.

She grinds down harder and the egg slips in past her folds, sitting heavy in her hips and it feels so good, filling her up so much more than any cock she’s taken. She’s getting ready to move off the arm of the chair when the vibration grows faster and harder, and the egg moves up, further inside her.

She gasps out, groaning as her body responds quickly. Slick drips from her legs, soaking the arm of the chair and she cries out. The egg pushes against her cervix, the thick head of it pressing in relentlessly. She’s shaking so hard, her hips grinding down against the arm of the chair. The egg pushes harder, opening her up and shoving into her womb.

She gags and falls into the chair, one leg on the arm of the chair and the other spread out on the floor. There’s a slight pouch to her stomach now, made more prominent by the way she’s laying on the chair. She rubs it, spikes of heat shooting through her at the touch.

She rubs at her clit, circling it and playing with it, but then the egg starts to expand. At first, it’s just a little movement inside her, feeling like she ate too much, but then she can see her stomach expanding. Her eyes grow wide and hungry, the sight of her stomach swelling so much hotter than she ever thought it would be.

It happened fast after that. Her stomach swelled, and she loved it, her breasts swelling with it. Everything was too sensitive, too hot, and when the egg started to press back down, back where it came in from, Leila cried out.

It felt so good, so amazing and hot. She fell to her knees on the floor, gasping for breath as the heavy egg kept moving lower and lower. Her hips widened and she yelled and screamed in pleasure, her hips moving wildly trying to get the friction she so desperately needed.

The egg was much much bigger coming out, and she felt her folds opening up around it, letting it come out. It shuddered inside her and she gasped, eyes rolling back in her head as she came again. Even harder than the last time.

She couldn’t control her body as she rolled over on her back, her hips and shoulders violently shaking through the orgasm. The egg just kept moving and it only dragged the pleasure out, making it way too much for her to handle.

She screamed, back arching as the bottom of the egg finally pressed past her folds, stretching her so wide she couldn’t close her legs. The cameraman moved in between her legs, catching everything on camera. And when the egg shuddered again, Leila squirted so hard it covered the camera lens, dripping from it.

Her hands clenched into fists and she choked and seized as it just kept going and going and going. She was gushing fluids now, all around the egg and squirting uncontrollably all over the floor. The egg shuddered one more time and then it rolled out of her, leaving her gasping and sobbing on the floor, her pussy almost destroyed.

It leaked all over the floor, rivulets of come and fluids just dripping from her pussy as she lay there shaking on the floor. She never heard the director call cut, her mind too far gone with her orgasm.

Someone helped her up off the floor, wrapping a towel around her trembling form, and she looked back to the egg she had just pushed out. It was back to its original size, sitting innocently on the floor by the deflated dildo.

As they walked her to the dressing room to clean herself up, she couldn’t help but think of doing it all over again.