Chapter 87: Naughty Doctor Checkup with His Pregnant Mother

Chloe Martins – Day One Hundred and Twenty-Nine

I was so excited to shop for a wedding ring with my fiance. I wanted something that went with the engagement ring he bought me, and something that would fit us. Wedding bands were not as ornate, but that didn’t mean they lacked personality.

“These are the finest white gold we have,” the jeweler was saying, showing off the matching his-and-hers wedding band. The man’s were bigger than the woman’s. That made me feel all giggly inside. My fiancee was bigger than me.

Kev was a big, burly firefighter. Tall, his shoulders wide as an ax handle—an expression my grandmother loved to use and I found so kitsch—and his thighs were nearly as big as my waist. All muscle. He could bounce my petite body around.

“I like these ones,” I said. The hers had some small rubies inserted in them to add a splash of color. He went with a traditional diamond engagement ring. Not boring, but...

Standard. And that was so him, but I wanted a little flair.

“The lady has a good eye,” the jeweler said.

“She does,” Kev said, and his hand rested on my ass. He squeezed it, only...

Both his hands were on the counter. I gasped and turned to snap at the asshole who did that, only to find a naked, young man with dark hair standing there. My heart fluttered in an instant, my objects dying at once.

It was January, and yet he just wore shoes. There were other naked women with him in fur coats that were open to display their piercings and tattoos. They had collars about their necks. One held a coat folded over her arm. Outside the window, a sort of rain/sleet fell. An icy day, but it was warm in here.

He certainly was comfortable with that big dick thrusting out before him. He was hard. Throbbing. He had the sort of cock that made women weak in the knees and made it easy to forget that they were going to be married.

Of course, it didn’t matter with him.

“Take off your blouse,” he said. “I’m using you.”

“Of course,” I said at once. I wore a light-blue blouse with ruffles and a V neckline. I unbuttoned it as my fiance kept staring at the rings. He was browsing while I was being used.

Me!

I exposed the black bra I wore. It was a lacy one, matching the thong that I had on. I figured, after buying the rings, we’d have dinner, get tipsy with champagne, and my firefighter would ravish me so hard. I mean, he knew how to fuck.

“Bra, too,” he said.

“Of course,” I said, not caring that I was in public. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I pulled it off and exposed my round, perky tits.

“Nice,” he said, casually cupping one. I shuddered at his touch. His thumb slid out and rubbed my thumbnail. “Firm. You’ve taken care of your tits.”

“They’re some of my best assets,” I purred.

“Now, don’t let me interrupt,” he said. “Find that perfect wedding ring. Turn around, hike that skirt, and keep browsing. I’ll just use your pussy.”

“Right,” I said and turned around. I hiked my skirt and thrust my rump out at him. My pussy was so wet.

“Do you think the rubies are too garish?” asked my fiance, holding up my band.

“Not at all,” I said as he pulled my panties to the side. I shuddered as the cool air washed over my hot pussy. His cock nuzzled in a moment later. “I want it to stand out. Don’t you want me to stand out?”

“You already do that,” Kev said, grinning at me.

I smiled back as he thrust into my cunt, using me.

I gasped at the pleasure of that big dick sliding into my cunt. I groaned as that thick shaft reached so deep into me. I shuddered. I never had anything so large in me. He nuzzled into my cervix. I groaned, my boobs quivering.

“How about this one?” Kev asked, glancing at a plain band. “Nice and simple.”

“Too simple,” I groaned like a wanton whore as that big dick pulled back. “Oh, oh, oh ... Don’t you want ... something ... Oh, fuck, that’s good. That’s so good. Oh, he’s fucking me so hard! He’s using my pussy, Kev!”

“I know, Chloe,” Kev said as that big dick pumped away at me. “How about this one?”

I struggled to focus on the band he picked up. It had a woven design, wires wrapped around each other. I shook my head, wanting to voice my objection, but he kept fucking me. He pounded me so hard. So fast. I shuddered in delight.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I moaned. “I like ... the rubies.”

“I suppose,” Kev said.

That wonderful cock pistoned away at me. It melted my cunt. My snatch gripped the stud’s dick. He just used me with such confidence. I loved that he had picked me. So many of my friends whispered about being used by him. I followed all the stories on social media, wishing I was a housewife who could invite him over for dinner.

Then he just walked into the store and used me. It was a dream come true. That big, thick dick pumped away hard at me. I squealed like a slut as his nuts slapped into my clit. Sparks sizzled through me. My butt-cheeks rippled.

“I guess we can get this one,” Kev said. “If that’s the one you want, Chloe.”

“It is!” I squealed, my orgasm building and building. Being used was the best.

“When’s the wedding?” he asked, churning up my cunt.

“Nine months!” I gasped. “September. Labor Day weekend. Oh, oh, oh, keep fucking me!”

“You on birth control?” he asked, plowing deep and hard into my cunt. The tip o of his cock knocked on my cervix.

“No, no, no,” I groaned. “Condoms. We’re using condoms. Oh, oh, that’s so good. Keep fucking me. I’m going to cum!”

“Keep using condoms,” I said. “At least until you find out if you’re pregnant or have a period! I want to use that womb! I want you pregnant and walking down the aisle with a round stomach.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Knock me up! Oh, oh, Kev, he wants to knock me up for our wedding.”

“Good, good,” Kev said. “So we’re getting the ruby?”

“Yes!” I squealed, my pussy clamping down on that big dick.

My fiance went to pay for it as I leaned over the counter. In the glass surface, my face reflected back at me. Twisted in pleasure. My tits bouncing. He pounded me so hard. His nuts smacked into my clit again and again.

It felt so good to have him doing that. I loved that thick shaft burying into me. It was just so wicked. The balls slapped into my clit. Sparks sizzled with each one of those impacts. I loved it so much. I was so close to cumming.

“Oh, my god!” I gasped as the stud pumped away at me. “Use my pussy! Use my womb! Breed me!”

He buried to the hilt in me.

I detonated.

“Fuck,” he groaned as my pussy spasmed around his cock. “Shit, I’m breeding your fiancee, man.”

“Great,” Kev said, handing over a credit card. “Yep, put it on this one. Glad you got this sale going on.”

“Every MLK Day,” said the clerk.

My mind melted beneath the rapture washing through me. That big cock fucked into me again and again. I loved it. I was so happy to be used by him. He drove to the hilt in my spasming snatch. I suckled at him, aching for his seed. I wanted him to cum in me.

“Yes!” he roared.

He fully used me.

His cum jetted into my pussy. I loved that hot spunk splashing against my cervix. I gasped in delight, his seed flooding me. It was so amazing. My cunt rippled around him, nursing out all that jizz. He dumped it into me.

My fiance turned to me, holding up the bag with our rings. I gasped in delight, more and more spunk flooding my snatch. I felt so happy. My entire body shuddered with this delight. It was just so perfect. I was so glad right now.

He erupted a last time into my pussy, filling my womb with a last spurt of his seed.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s perfect!” I groaned. “Oh, thank you for using me!”

“You’re welcome,” he said and pulled out of my cunt.

I shuddered, shoving my skirt back down. I stumbled over to my boyfriend. He grinned at me and caught me in his strong arms as I trembled, my pussy full of cum. He smiled down at me, so happy that I had been used. That we were going to be married.

I so hoped I was pregnant.

Tony Carter

The couple kissed. That was cute. She was a hottie, and he was fucking stacked.

But I could use any woman I wanted.

“I’m here for an engagement ring,” I said.

“Of course, sir,” the man said.

“Mmm, you have to get just the right one,” Mrs. Charleston said. “With a huge diamond. That shows Jenny how much you love her. Since it costs.”

“Your husband’s going to be paying for it,” I said.

“Still, it’ll help her feel loved,” my trophy wife slave said. She held up her engagement ring welded to her wedding band. There was a large diamond on it. “See.”

I grinned and said, “Big diamonds.”

“Of course, sir,” the man who had been helping the other couple said.

He pulled out the ring. I was going to propose to her on Valentine’s Day. That was just about a month off. I could not wait for that day. So I had to find the perfect ring to make the night perfect. She couldn’t know about it, either.

My sex slaves wouldn’t tell her. They were being used.

The man set out a tray that had rings with large stones on them. I whistled at the sight of them. I had come to a jewelry store on River Road. Mrs. Charleston said it was the best, and to avoid the Kay Jewelers in the mall if I wanted something spectacular.

I honestly didn’t know which one to pick. They were all gorgeous. Some were gold. Some were white gold. Others were platinum, which had a shiny look to it. I picked up a platinum one with a large diamond. The ring, though, was too pale.

I went with a gold ring. It was flanked by smaller diamonds inserted into the ring and not held by those little arms. I nodded and motioned to Mrs. Charleston. She pulled one of her husband’s credit cards from her pocket.