At 32 years old, Chandni Sharma emerged as a formidable force in the fashion world. Her designs draped Bollywood kings and Hollywood queens in silk and glamour on red carpets around the globe, with her London studio serving as a hub of activity and success. Yet nothing grounded her like Anthony, her long-term devoted partner. Anthony, a quiet primary school teacher from a prestigious school in Chelsea, London, provided steady love that made her chaotic world feel calm.
Over the years, their passion grew and now burned unchecked; they evolved as a couple and completely abandoned condoms, trusting her cycle chart for protection, along with her recent diagnosis of endometriosis and the consultant’s verdict that conceiving would be impossible as a backup. Their sex had become filthy and beautiful; Anthony would pin her wrists above her head and thrust his thick, heavy cock into her tight, dripping pussy. He groaned loudly as he flooded her with hot, thick cum.
Chandni loved the slick mess that leaked down her thighs afterward and the way Anthony would push it back into her gaping pussy with his fingers while kissing her tenderly. “I love filling you, my beautiful girl,” he’d whisper against her lips, bringing romance into even the rawest of moments. Mornings often started with her riding him, as her breasts bounced gently against his face as he cupped her firm ass as she bounced on his impressive cock, reciting just how much she loved him.
The positive pregnancy test came as a shock...
The first few weeks were brutal. Chandni stared down at the two pink lines in shock. “This pregnancy wasn’t meant to happen,” she sobbed into Anthony’s shoulder, but Anthony reassured her they would face this together and that he loved her. Nausea rolled through Chandni early, and Anthony held her close, rubbed her back, and massaged her feet. He took over all kitchen duties, preparing plain but nutritious meals for them both, and when needed, he made slow and passionate love to her to remind her that he still loved her and that she was beautiful. Slow, deep strokes that made her gasp reconnected them physically and spiritually.
But her body changed, and so did her heart.
By the second trimester, her breasts swelled into full, heavy orbs, with veins tracing delicate paths beneath her soft, glowing skin. Her nipples darkened and stiffened at the slightest touch. The bump emerged round and proud, transforming her figure into something lush and fertile. Anthony couldn’t get enough of this new, fuller Chandni, and one night surprised her with a gift. He presented her with a luxurious set of maternity lingerie, made of delicate emerald green lace that framed her beautiful growing bump perfectly, featuring easy-access bra cups to support her full, heavy breasts, while the silk thong felt magnificent against her now permanently wet and waxed pussy, accentuating her rounder ass.
“You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen,” he murmured as he assisted her in front of the full-length mirror. “Look at you carrying a child and glowing like a goddess,” he said as he kissed her cheek.
The romance of the gesture melted her. That night Chandni felt desired in a whole new way. Anthony worshipped her body; he kissed every inch of her bump before spreading her legs and devouring her swollen, soaked pussy, his tongue flicking her pulsing clit until she came hard, flooding his mouth. When he finally slipped his thick bare cock into her, they both moaned at the perfect, slick heat of it. “I love you so much,” he moaned against her lips as he thrust deep, skin on skin, no barriers. He filled her perfectly and completely, hips rolling in a steady rhythm as his hands caressed her bump and heavy breasts. Chandni came again around him, her walls pulsing, milking every last drop from him as he pumped her full of thick cum. Afterward, he stayed buried inside her, kissing her softly and whispering how perfect she was.
Maternity classes were something Chandni surprisingly enjoyed. Chandni did not enjoy the actual classes as much as she enjoyed socialising with other young ladies in similar situations. One such person was Priya, an old family friend of Chandni’s who was expecting her second child and became Chandni’s guru on all things pregnancy. It was during one of these coffee breaks that the inevitable conversation about sex came up. They exchanged blushing stories of rediscovering intimacy since becoming pregnant and their ever-growing level of horniness. It was then that Priya leaned in. “Have you tried anal yet?” she whispered.
“No,” snapped Chandni, glancing left and right to ensure nobody was overhearing them. “Why do you ask?’
“Trust me,” retorted Priya. “Everything is so sensitive down there; it’s amazing. Plus, it takes the pressure off when you’re getting as full as we are.” Chandni laughed it off initially, but the idea simmered in her brain.
That night, curiosity got the better of her. Lying in bed, she rolled to face Anthony, her voice low and barely above a whisper, her eyes dark with lust. “I want you to take my ass tonight,” she said, and Anthony did as she wanted. He prepared her lovingly with lots of lube as he kissed her back and massaged her firm cheeks; he circled his finger against her untouched hole until it slid in, then two fingers and finally a small plug they had brought but never used. He lined his thick cock up with her dripping pussy and slid it in as Chandni gasped at this new sensation of complete fullness. After Anthony had fucked one climax out of Chandni, he withdrew the plug and lined his glistening head with her partially puckered hole and pushed the head in to her virgin ass.
The stretch was intense. Moaning loudly, Chandni found the fullness intoxicating and filthy; driven by pregnancy horniness, she pushed back onto Anthony, who was rubbing her spine and whispering encouragement, “Relax, my love, you feel wonderful,” and “Gosh, you’re so tight I’m not going to last long,” between groans. Once he was fully in and her body had adjusted, pleasure overtook any residual discomfort, and she reached down to rub her clit. Anthony reached around to caress her bump as he began to fuck her ass in long, deep strokes. The pleasure built differently, and as Anthony pulled her up so he could massage her full breasts, she felt his warm breath against her ear. “Let go for me, baby; I’ve got you.” Chandni shattered; the combination of her sensitive breasts being played with and his breath on her ear was too much, and she screamed his name as her body convulsed, and for the first time ever, Chandni squirted.
A hot, gushing spray soaked his thighs and the sheets as she moaned incoherently; her body convulsed in ecstasy as she experienced an orgasm that seemed to never end, her pussy and ass clumped down, sending Anthony over the edge as he began to fill her back passage with hot, thick cum that sent a fresh wave of pleasure up Chandni’s spine.
They collapsed together into a deep kiss as Chandni’s face glistened with tears of overwhelming emotion. “I love you more than anything,” she whispered, and from that night anal became a regular thing, sometimes slow, passionate, and romantic. Other times raw, intense, and aggressive.
By late pregnancy, Chandni had become enamoured with her body; she would spend ages looking at herself in the bedroom mirror. She loved how her full and heavy breasts ached deliciously and would leak tiny drops of milk when she climaxed. Her magnificent bump made her feel empowered and sensual; she loved how it felt to rub moisturiser into it each morning and night. And Anthony couldn’t keep his hands off of her new body. Their daily sex had become a filthy and passionate routine; he’d wake her up by lavishing attention onto her hypersensitive nipples, bringing her to climax through nipple play alone, and then he’d kiss down over her bump and devour her swollen, constantly wet pussy in long licks from her ass to her clit. Then, when she couldn’t handle it any longer, he’d pick a hole and slide his thick, heavy, raw cock into her and fuck her in long, slow, deep thrusts while telling her just how much he loved her and how much he loved filling her with his cum until she’d cum around him, gasping as he pumped her with his seed again and again.
One morning, not more than a couple of days away from the due date, Anthony focused entirely on her enormous, sensitive breasts. He sucked one stiff nipple deep into his mouth, tongue expertly circling the sensitive nipple while gently kneading the other. The sensation was electric. Chandni’s body arched, mouth agape in a silent scream as her swollen, pregnant pussy erupted and dripped her nectar onto the sheets. She came from nipple play alone; waves of pleasure crashed through her as she silently cried out her lover’s name.
Panting and glowing, she stared up at Anthony with his goofy, proud smile as she lazily stroked his beautiful cock. Until the dull ring of an alarm wrecked the heavenly moment.
“It’s not mine, darling.” Anthony smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “It’s yours; you need to get up for work.”
Chandni woke with a jolt. Her senses were burning as she grabbed her now flat and solid stomach; she breathed a heavy sigh as she ran her hands up and down her stomach, then onto her now small C-cup breasts. It was then she noticed her nipples were painfully hard and excruciatingly sensitive. Her hand drifted lower to her ruined panties, sopping wet and clinging to her swollen folds. The dream may have been just that, but it had lit a burning blaze inside her for a kink she didn’t know she had mixed with an undeniable love for Anthony.
She glanced over, and he was sleeping soundly next to her, naked as always, with his thick morning wood standing proudly.
Without hesitation, Chandni stripped off her drenched knickers and pulled her vest top up and over her head. She reached for the top drawer of the bedside unit and grasped a condom, then froze. Dropping it back into the drawer, she straddled Anthony’s waist and gripped his enormous cock. She slid his thick head up and down between her folds two times before holding it steady and sinking down onto it.
She sank slowly, moaning deeply as every inch stretched and filled her sopping wet pussy completely. This new raw skin-on-skin feeling was heavenly. She began riding him with sensual, rolling hips, her hands on his chest to brace herself.
Anthony stirred, eyes slowly focusing and filling with surprise. “Chand—” His sentence was cut short by a breathy gasp as Chandni’s pussy sank a little deeper. His expression changed from surprise to confusion at the sight of his uncovered cock sinking into Chandni’s tightening pussy. “What are you doing?”
Chandni leaned down, kissing him with desperate passion as her pussy clenched rhythmically around his now twitching shaft. “Fill me,” she whispered hotly. “Breed me.”
