Picking up Preggos

FF, anal, preg

Tamsin looked for two things in a woman. Firstly she liked them young, a teenager for choice but certainly no more than twenty three. Any older and they were less than twice her age. Secondly, she liked them pregnant. There was something about the milk engorged tits and the extended belly she loved.

Tamsin was fully aware she was an absolute bitch. She'd never stay around for the birth. She enjoyed fucking girls, but she didn't want a relationship and certainly not one with screaming kids competing for attention. Now and then she might stick around for seconds or even thirds, and once she had even stuck around for fourths. But no further than that.

The good thing about being a social worker was she had plenty of excuses to meet pregnant teens. There were two types, the vulnerable and the wicked. The vulnerable were the easiest. They had got knocked up by accident, had been thrown out by their parents and deeply regretted everything. They need a shoulder to cry on, which could quickly develop into tits to suck and a pussy to lick.

The wicked had got themselves pregnant deliberately; perhaps to get a flat, or to shock their parents or keep a no-good boyfriend (who invariably left anyway). Deep down they were vulnerable, but they needed stricter handling. Not that it was hard - they were usually even easier than the vulnerable. Once she showed them who was boss they were down on their hands and knees lapping up her cunt juices or being done up the arse by her strap-on.

Tamsin paused at the door to the flat. Even the recent paint work couldn't hide the fact that this was a tatty flat in one of the most undesirable parts of the city. And the girl inside was supposed to be a tough one. Tamsin smiled to herself, she'd enjoy breaking her down.

*

Karen struggled to her feet as the front door rang. "Fuck", she said to herself, "was it that time all ready, bloody nosy Social Worker"

 She quickly emptied the ashtray contents in the bin, before deciding to throw the ashtray in after it. Reaching for the remote she witched the soap off. Running a hand through her hair she waddled over to the door.

The woman on the other side was in her late forties. Her black hair, was streaked with grey and held in place by a rather severe bun. Her small glasses were metal framed and barely covered her eyes. The woollen cardigan she wore was out of fashion by years and also clashed horribly with the pink dress she was wearing.  The leather bag she held seemed to be wider than her thin, sticklike body, the twig allusion being completed her tits being little more than little buds.

The woman held out her hand for Karen to shake, "Hi, I'm Tamsin Walsh" she said smiling. Karen didn't shake it, her only movement being a scarcely perceptible flick of her wrist motioning the older woman in.

If Tamsin noticed the hostility she gave no sign. Still smiling she walked into the flat. "My job's to make sure you're alright. Eating the right things, not becoming too lonely or depressed; trying to make sure that you're not smoking or drinking". Tamsin gave a little sniff of the stale, smoky air.

*
'Cute' thought Tamsin as Karen opened the door. Her long, auburn hair, flowing gently down her back, suited her brown eyes perfectly. Karen's maternity dungarees clung tightly to her bulge; even tighter to her tits which would have been ample before, and now, filled with milk, were quite simply gigantic. As Karen turned in, Tamsin admired her shapely arse, just curved enough to be sexy without developing into fat.

'Now this is one is wicked' Tamsin thought to herself, sensing the hostility. A few minutes of being a sweet middle aged woman just to lull her into a false sense of security and then...

She could smell the smoke, this was too easy.

"Have you smoking, dear," she asked reasonably.

Karen shook her head, "The baby's father came round earlier, just to see how we were getting on". She tapped her belly lightly just to emphasise the point.

Tamsin smiled sweetly. 'Stupid whore' she thought to herself, 'the baby's father fucked off as soon as you got pregnant. Right now he's telling his parent's it wasn't his whilst boasting to his mates about what an easy lay you were.'

But instead she just sweetly said 'Could I have the packet please?'

Karen shook her head, "Haven't got any cigs, just told you that". Bloody nosy bitch.

She gasped as Tamsin reached out and roughly grabbed her face, squeezing it tightly, 'Listen bitch,' hissed Tamsin, 'I said give me the fucking pack'.

Karen was so shocked by the older woman's change in tone she turned round and meekly fished the packet from her jacket lying carelessly on the floor.

"Now that wasn't hard, was it?" Tamsin asked, sweet reasonableness again, "Now get undressed I want to examine you"

"But none of my other..." Karen started to say. She was unable to finish as a stinging slap from Tamsin cut her off.

"If I say get undressed you strip - do you understand?" Tamsin snarled. Then changing back to her normal soft tones she continued "It's for your own good.".

Karen nodded silently and unbuttoning her dungarees let them fall to the floor. Stepping aside she covered hesitated before pulling off her t-shirt. Shivering slightly, she crossed her arms over her bra - covering herself from the older woman's intense gaze.

"And the rest" said Tamsin. She stared lasciviously as Karen meekly undid her bra, letting her massive tits spring free. Briefly Karen hesitated before pulling off her knickers exposing her hairy pussy.

Tamsin circled her, her own pussy was wet with anticipation. She gently drew a finger down Karen's back, feeling the girl shake briefly. Grasping Karen's breast she squeezed them tightly, feeling some milk dribble onto her hand she withdrew it and licked it off.

Tamsin leant close to gently speak into Karen's ear "An important part of child-birth is tongue exercises"

"Tongue exercise," Karen repeated.

Tamsin went over to the seat and lifted her dress revealing her pantiless cunt "Tongue exercises" she repeated. Beckoning Karen over she pushed the younger woman to her knees "Get licking".

Karen leant forward. She had never even fantasised about a woman before, but she was surprised to find she was getting excited. She gave Tamsin's nearly hairless twat a brief lick. It tasted funny, but not unpleasant. She looked up, Tamsin was rubbing her small breast through the fabric of her dress. "Carry on" she ordered.

Karen licked at bit more, gingerly at first, starting on the outside. Getting more daring she began to skip her tongue inside the pussy, feeling the warmth against her tongue and juices start to flow into her mouth. 

She found the clitoris and gently began to lap it. She could feel Tamsin's hands on her head pushing her in. She could feel the shudder's running through the woman as she orgasms swept through her. Karen was licking faster now, one of her hands holding Tamsin's pussy agape, the other rubbing frantically at her own.

Tamsin gave an extra loud moan and let go off Karen's head. Karen moved back and stared into the Tamsin's eyes as they looked down at her. "Stand up" ordered Tamsin.

2Go over to the table and lean your hands against it with your back to me"

Karen did as she was told. She could hear Tamsin rustling about in her leather bag. She began to turn round.

"Who told you to move" snapped Tamsin. Karen moved back to staring at the wall.

She could feel Tamsin behind her. The older woman grabbed her tits roughly. Karen could feel Tamsin's cardigan against her bare skin.

Then she felt something hard enter her arse. She gasped in pain and a tear came to her eyes, as the eight inch dildo entered. Tamsin started rocking back and forth, driving the strap-on it and out and Karen's hole. Karen could feel Tamsin's small tits against her back and hear the women's heavy breathing.

Gradually she began to enjoy the sensation. At first there was a slight tingle, then a warmer, feeling and then... Karen felt the orgasm rush through her; she squealed in pleasure. 

A few more thrust and Tamsin withdrew. Karen slumped to the floor. Tamsin was unbuckling the strap on, her skirt hitched up round her waist. She placed it in the bag and made for the door.

As she opened it she turned to Karen, "I'll be back next Tuesday, dear. Make sure you don't have anymore cigarettes"

