Pregnant for My Stalker

by Kalpana Kali

  She knew what this meant. A man like Stuart didn’t ask you to ‘be his’ as a figure of speech. But the idea didn’t seem to bother her this time. In fact there was appeal to it, now that she had a better idea who he was.

  The voice in her head was back, screaming, ‘No, don’t let him in! He’s—’

  But just like before, Beth couldn’t resist her attraction to Stuart. She reached for him and pulled his face to hers. The connection was just as intense as before when he pressed his lips into her. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her close as he leaned over her.

  This time, Beth didn’t pull back. She let him take control of her, reveling in the feel of his body enveloping hers, taking possession of her. Their tongues twisted against each other as lust built between her legs.

  Yes, this is the man for me. He’s always been the man for me.

  She pulled him downward, ready for him to make love to her on the sand, but he pulled away.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “We should do this on a towel,” he said, pulling over to the umbrella. “You ever had sex on a beach?”

  “No, I’ve never had any sex.”

  “Oh. Well, sand gets everywhere.”

  He playfully tossed her onto a towel, the fluffy fabric feeling impossibly soft as she landed. Then he was on her, unbuttoning her sailor top. She got it off her shoulders when he was done and her bra soon followed, leaving her torso naked beneath his admiring gaze.

  With a smile, he licked under each breast, leaving warm, wet trails that turned cool in the air. He circled one aroused nipple with the tip of his tongue before flicking the little bud and sucking on it. He held the other breast softly in his hand, using his thumb to play with the hardened tip.

  Beth entwined her fingers in his hair and moaned. Her skin felt like fire was flowing across the surface from every place that Stuart touched and tasted. He kissed her in the valley of her cleavage, nuzzling her, breathing in like he wanted to experience every aspect of her at once. Keeping his hands on her breasts, he kissed her collarbone, her neck, her ear and then her lips again. They locked themselves into an embrace of surging passion, Beth’s arms wrapping around his firm back.

  As their eagerness built, Stuart reached down for her waistband, his fingers impatiently slipping under to caress her, but not able to get far with the pants in the way. She unzipped the sailing trousers so he could slide them off her. When they were gone, she wrapped her legs around Stuart’s body, bringing herself closer than ever to him.

  They kissed each other fiercely, Beth’s lips aching for more contact. This moment felt so right to her now. It was the first step to a destiny she knew would make her happy and fulfilled. Stuart’s hand grasped the side of her belly, reminding her of just what they were going to become to each other. Soon that belly would be large and swollen with their child.

  Impatient, Beth reached for her panties, but Stuart held her hands and pinned them above her head. He kissed along her torso, downward, being especially tender at her stomach. He let her hands go and took hold of her waistband, tugging it slowly down. Beth moaned in frustration, wanting him to take her right away. But he teased her more, drawing out the removal of her underwear as he softly blew along her slit. Her hips lifted off the ground at that and he pressed her back into the soft towel.

  As Stuart finally lifted the panties away from her toes, he licked along the lips of her entrance, causing her whole body to shudder with anticipation. He came at her more insistently, using stronger, firmer strokes of his tongue to ease her open. Beth reached for him again, pulling his head to her needy crotch, urging him to pleasure her more.

  He responded with the tip of his tongue at her clit, flicking it faster and faster driving the thrill of excitement in her veins higher. He held her firm by the hips and continued, covering her mound with his lips as he sucked and licked her.

  “Please,” she said, “I need you.”

  Stuart only chuckled as he brought a thumb to her sensitive nub, stroking her in tandem with his tongue. With two fingers he teased her pussy open, exploring into the channel. He arced his fingertips along the sides of her vagina, stretching and massaging her as she moaned. She could feel the tingle as her arousal made her wet, the juices were covering his fingers and dripping down between her legs.

  A sense of relaxation and bliss began to build in her, only to be shattered as an achy, buzzing feeling inside her suddenly exploded outward from her passage, making every muscle in her body shudder as she came. Beth’s breathing went ragged and she murmured nonsense words as the feelings tore through her body. Stuart sent everything up another level by increasing the intensity of his licking and slurping until the last of the thrill ran through her, leaving behind that feeling of calm pleasure she’d been floating in before.

  When her body began relaxing, she struggled to regain her breath, as if she had just run a sprint.

  Dazed, she looked up as Stuart knelt between her legs and slipped his swim trunks down. A hard, smooth cock popped up, leaking a strand of shiny fluid from the slit in the wide knob. The long shaft swayed as he pulled the trunks off and tossed them into the sand. Beth licked her lips in anticipation.

  “Are you sure about this?” Stuart asked.

  Now he wanted permission?

  Beth shook her head disbelief and reached up for his waist. “I want your child, Stuart. We will have beautiful children. They will be loved and they will be happy and safe.” She pulled him down to her. They kissed again, this time with the hardness of his ready cock sliding between them. As their hungry mouths stayed locked together, they reached together for his shaft. Beth opened her legs, giving him room to get right up to her. His manhood was warm, almost fiery and felt full of energy and life. She cupped the sack behind it. This is where his seed is. This is what will make me pregnant—make me his.

  She grasped his shoulders and braced herself.

  As they continued kissing, Stuart eased himself into her, spreading her lips as the wide head lodged in her slit. There was a stretching sensation in her entrance that bordered on the painful, yet made her feel like she was about to jump off a cliff, her adrenaline pumping. She held tight to Stuart’s back, his muscles taut as he kept his lust in check, entering her at a deliberate pace.

  Beth felt him slide into her with a fluid motion, a twinge of pain near her entrance giving way to a overwhelming mix of emotions: a bit of regret at the idea her virginity was gone, yet relief from finally taken that step. Excitement that she was entering a new world of pleasure and fear that she might not be ready for it. There was physical pain from the large intruder invading her passage for the first time, yet her whole body was in a state of amazement and arousal she had never reached before.

  Ultimately, as his cock head forced its way into her, she experienced a long, rising flood of warm fulfillment. She was where she was meant to be. Underneath a powerful, strong-willed man who had made it his life’s mission to breed her.

  Stuart set about his task as soon as all of his cock was inside her. After allowing himself a sigh of pleasure, he kept his control and pulled steadily back, easing out of Beth and causing her to moan in need. She wanted more of that full sensation. But as soon as he was half way out, she got her wish and he came right back into her, his motion smooth yet determined, like a steam train with only one route.

  For the first few thrusts, Beth could only lie there in stupefaction. Her head fell away from his kisses to land on the beach towel. Her hands were unable to hold Stuart and slid off his back, the strength in her body seeming to fall to nothing as he claimed her. Her mind slowly drifted back to conscious thought and she could only cry out, “Oh, yes. Oh God, yes. Fuck me, Stuart. Fuck me and make me pregnant. I want it in me so bad.”

  Her words seemed to spur him on and with her slick channel welcoming him in, he energetically glided into her again and again. He held her breasts, squeezing them as he grunted in his exertion. His hands spoke of a raging desire ready to break loose. />
  Beth wanted that. She wanted him to give her all of what he felt. There was an animal inside him, the source of that instinct that had led him to imprison her, his thinking brain unable to deny it. She wanted to feel that animal let loose upon her body.

  She whispered, “Don’t hold back. Let it all out. Let me feel like I’m yours.”

  A glimmer in his eyes told her she would get what she wanted. He smiled like a man whose mind was in a dark place and liked it. His back arched, summoning his passion. He grasped her shoulders painfully and rammed himself deep into her.

  There was pain for Beth, but a good kind of hurt, like the ache in her muscles after she swam fifty laps, only sharper. He furiously followed with thrust after thrust into her tender pussy, his eyes glazed with lust now. Each hard impalement was a mark on Beth’s soul. She could feel it sear into her being as Stuart took ownership of her, pouring out all the longing and passion and need that had built in him.

  And love. Even as he let go his restraint, she could feel that adoration within him that came from his desperate desire to please her. He wanted to become part of her, to be with her forever in a palace of their shared joy.

  But first he wanted to fuck his sperm into her, mate her like they were primitives in the wild. Beth struggle to keep herself steady under his rocking motion. Her heels spread wide and dug into the sand in vain. The constant pounding of his pelvis as he buried his cock in her pussy over and over began pushing her off the blanket, even as he held her close.

  With just a grunt, Stuart pulled out and grabbed her thighs.

  She said, “Wait, what’s th—”

  He held her legs clear and turned her onto her front. Before she could gather her balance, he was ramming himself into her passage again, driving his thick hard cock toward her womb. The first spearing thrust knocked the wind out of her and she fell forward, her breasts and the side of her face in the sand.

  Beth grasped the ground under her, able to push back against Stuart’s onslaught now. He was using hard, powerful strokes, leaving time between each for her to savor the feel of him inside her and anticipate the next one. The unrelenting bumping of his shaft against her clit overpowered her. The ache from before returned, stirring itself into another orgasm.

  “Oh, yes. Stuart. Stuart, come inside me.” As the feelings blotted out her thoughts, only one certainty remained—her desire to have his child. “Make me pregnant. I want to have your baby. Please.”

  And he gave it to her. His throat grumbled as he cried out in ecstasy, his fingers digging into her hips as his body began a rough, jerking motion. She pictured his wide cock head rocketing through her battered pussy again and again as it shot thick ropes of cum at her, lining her passage with the life-giving fluid she needed, flooding her so that her womb had no choice but to accept it all.

  “Oh, Beth” he cried out as he made a few final thrusts into her. He leaned over her and kissed her neck. One hand stroked up her sides to her cup her breast while the other covered her own in the sand, entwining their fingers.

  Beth said, “That was amazing.” She turned and kissed him softly on the lips. “I feel so— It was like I’d been waiting my whole life for someone to give me that.”

  He lay on his side and pulled her into him. He circled her belly button with a finger and she could see his eyes had gone wet. She snuggled into him, her head using his firm bicep as a pillow and her arms reaching around to hold herself against him.

  “Beth,” he said, his voice tentative, “I know I’ve been an ass, but this was— this was all I could ever want. It was perfect. You’re perfect. Thank you.”

  They stayed under the umbrella, heedless of the sand that had snuck into their private places, just holding each other to the sound of their happy breathing. Beth was sure his thoughts mirrored her own: right now inside her, life was taking hold, his essence mixing with hers, moment by moment making her pregnant.

  And if not? They would just keep trying.

  Later, they made love again on the beach, this time with Beth above Stuart, in control, giving release to her lifelong desire to create a new life. That night she went to him in his cabin, wearing a red chemise she had found among her clothes. They made love like partners in a great adventure, the idea of impregnation creating an intensity in their minds that belied the tenderness of their lovemaking.

  The next morning, Stuart had the captain put a call through to her parents and Beth told them where she was and that she’d be staying a while. She also deleted the recording on her phone of Stuart confessing to stalking her. Then she headed down to breakfast and the adventure of another day aboard her new home.

  ***

  EIGHT MONTHS LATER

  The ship’s swimming pool sat under a massive skylight, which kept the space bright, yet cool. Beth drifted nude in the chest high water, the fluid helping to support and balance her heavily pregnant body as she got her daily exercise.

  The door clicked open near the hallway and Stuart walked in, wearing his suit. His face showed a bit of exhaustion, but it cleared right away when he saw her, transforming into a massive smile.

  Beth loved how she made him feel better just with the sight of her and their unborn child. “Did you bring lunch?” she asked him.

  “Always hungry, eh? I’m having Hamish bring down some duck and mushroom.”

  “I’m happy to see you too,” she said. “Come join me.”

  He stripped out of his work clothes, leaving nothing on his toned and tanned body. He plopped into the water, sitting on the steps. “Did the kids go back yet?”

  Beth’s brother and sister had spent the weekend with them. “Yes, a couple of hours ago on the other helicopter. Tommy could barely walk. You really shouldn’t let him stay up so late playing in the game room.”

  “Oh, what’s the point of me installing a full military spec flight simulator for him if I don’t let him use it?”

  Beth swam over to him, “You’ll have to be tougher than that when you’re a daddy.” She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, a gentle caress.

  He held her hand and pulled her into his lap, stroking her swollen stomach with his hand. “Did you finish up the nursery?”

  “Yes.”

  “All by yourself?” His tone was disapproving since she had insisted on doing all the work without help.

  She asked, “How was the meeting with the Chinese?”

  “Ah,” he said with a disgusted wave, “They’re being chickenshits again.”

  Staying low in the water, Beth circled around to Stuart’s back and began massaging his shoulders. It sent a thrill through her to touch his lean muscles.

  He leaned his head back and sighed. “You know, I feel so guilty having the pregnant mother of my child do this for me, but you do it so well.”

  “Thank you.”

  “It makes me feel so relaxed.”

  “I know.”

  “And horny,” he added with a smile in his voice.

  “I know how to deal with that,” she said, pulling him to the shallow side of the pool. He knew what she intended by now and he sat on the edge, his feet spread wide and dangling in the water. She approached his glistening, erect cock, watching the water drip appetizingly down the thick shaft and over his heavy balls.

  The water was shallow enough for her to kneel, but deep enough to save her delicate body any strain. With a lick of her tongue along her smiling lips, Beth bent down and took his flared head into her mouth. She kept her tongue busy as she sucked, her mind filling with a worshipful sense of purpose. This cock was the life-giver in her world. It was the instrument that had put her at the brink of motherhood.

  And it was just so sexy. The feel of that wide shaft—the skin hot and smooth while the flesh underneath felt like steel—it inflamed her senses. She breathed in the animal scent of Stuart’s crotch. Stroked the rough skin of his scrotum with her fingertips. The flavor of his leaking fluids seemed to become bolder as she focused on pleasing her man.

  With h
er lips grasping him firmly behind the head, she teased the slit with the tip of her tongue—flicking it, sliding along it, circling it.

  Even now, it was hard for Beth to imagine how she had gotten here. As familiar as Stuart had become—the love of her life now—he was still the man who had kidnapped her for the sole purpose of breeding her. And Beth had given in to that. She was carrying his child. She was sharing his bed and giving her body enthusiastically to him every night.

  That sense of wonder made her even hornier, and she sucked on Stuart more vigorously, using one hand to pump the base of the organ. He couldn’t last long under her skill and was soon ready to pop. But he gently pushed her back and said, “Whew. Hold up.”

  “What? You know I like the taste of you. It’s not like you need to impregnate me again.” Beth had been careful to have Stuart only come in her vagina until they had confirmed she was pregnant. After that, she had thrown herself into learning all the other ways of making love. Blow jobs were among her favorite things now.

  “I’m not in the mood for that,” said Stuart, slipping into the water alongside her. “I want to come in your pussy.”

  She laughed and said, “You always want to come in my pussy. It’s like you get flashbacks to when you impregnated me and you relive the whole thing.”

  He gave her an embarrassed look.

  She said, “Oh my God, it’s true. You imagine you’re getting me pregnant all over again.”

  “Sometimes.” He stroked her large belly. “Sometimes, it’s just that I can hold you down here when I come in you and that feels amazing, knowing that we’ve come so far.”

  Knowing well what he wanted by now, Beth shifted to a deeper part of the pool and leaned over, rested her arms on the edge, the water still helping to hold her weight. Stuart came up behind her and fondled her butt, tracing his fingertips along the top and then to her waist.

  “The captain spoke with me after I landed,” he said.