On stage dancing, and so in love with my secret. Well. Secrets.
I felt everyone's eyes on me as I danced, swinging my hips back and forth with my swollen belly on display for the whole room, but I only cared about the weight of one set of eyes.
Before it was my slot on the stage, you'd reserved a private dance in one of the clubs backrooms. You and I, we'd been there before. All the girls made fun of me for being your favorite, since you had been asking to see me every week for the last 9 months. If anyone had bothered looking at a calendar they'd guess what we know. This baby inside me? It belongs to you. We made it together in that same room we'd been fucking for months.
At first you were just another client. Then you were my favorite dick. Now... You're just my favorite. It's the way you pull my hair when you cum. It's the way you pant out my name while I'm licking your cock. It's the way you hold me close after we've both come so many times. It's the way you watch me dance the rest of the night.
Just an hour ago I was on that dick. And as you surged into me for the last time, fierce and rock hard my voice keening around my orgasm as you pinched my nipples at just the right moment, my belly seized. My first contraction and you were inside me for it. Ours eyes caught. And you whispered 'Its Ok. You can go dance tonight. But don't push on stage. That's for me."
So here I was. Dancing for the room. Feeling the rough slide of dollar bills against my skin as men who had no idea just how close I was to birth tipped me for setting their wildest fantasies alight. Feeling the pulsing grip of contractions, not in time with the music, and god how I wished they were. As I swayed, and gyrated my way through these increasingly painful surges.
I knew you were watching, and that's why I felt safe. You were watching and that's how you saw the tightening of my hand on the pole as a new contraction came hard enough to try to take me off my feet. As I moaned, the sound swallowed by the pulsing beat.
You let it happen a few more times. I hope you were enjoying our secrets. And then, you rang your bell. The VIP bell that lets you summon a dancer to your table.
The sound rang out across the club, and all the dancers stopped, and lined up facing the VIP area. You came to the stage and teased me. You walked up and down the line of dancers, acting as though you were selecting a girl. And just when I started to get scared, feeling another contraction coming, and letting out the lowest whine because fuck it hurt to stand still with these rolling through me, you turned and held your hand out to me.
The other girls went back to their poles, and you and I? We did something we've never done before. You led me towards the exit, and whispered in my ear quickly "Hide it just a little longer my love". You disengaged your hand from my tight grip, went to the counter and said "I'd like to take one to go. Have my car brought around".
You grabbed my hand again and started to walk away and I wanted to follow you. But I was being ravaged. Ravaged by my body trying to prepare to birth our secret. In my efforts to be quiet, inconspicuous, I had shut down, and my feet literally would not follow you. You felt the pull, and whipped around, a look of consternation on your face as you strode back. "Come on now, no need to be timid" you crooned, and I tightened my grip on your hand trying desperately to convey what was happening. Pleasing for you to understand. And you did. You came to me, and held me tight, whispering again "It's okay. Breathe, breathe and then we'll walk out this door, get in my car and I'll make this all okay baby".
Your soothing words whispered in my ear, the light breaths turning me on so desperately as the contraction faded, and I could move. You quickly ushered me towards the front door, the smoked glass sliding away to reveal your car waiting for us.
You held the door open for me and I took advantage of this pause between pains to clamber in. As I slid across the leather bench seat a new contraction started and I tensed, clutching on to the seatbelt, wondering how the hell I was going to do this while you drove us wherever we were going. I was so focused on the pain I didn't even hear the car door open and shut in the back, and then the front. I just felt the bench seat dip under your weight, and my eyes flew open as you leaned forward and brought up an opaque divider in the car.
Breathing out hard to try to catch my breath I panted "A driver? Wow big boy. I had no idea how wealthy you must be." With an amused snort you hit a few more buttons and some sultry music starts to play softly in the car before you turn to me and say "Really little doll? You know how much sessions with you are don't you? "
And then we're done talking for the moment, your lips finding mine just as your driver starts to pull out of the club's lot. As we kiss, I arch into you, desperate for the way your body feels against mine. For the comfort of the man I've secretly fallen in love with, and my belly tightens. You can feel the tightening because you pull back and watch the way the outline of my stomach changes, and while I'm panting, panting, trying to make it through this pain you tip my face up to meet your eyes and say "You can make noise baby. You're safe."
So I groan. A low register. And I clutch at your shoulders as I twist in the seat alternating between pushing into your hard abdomen and pushing back against the leather seat. "Good girl. That's it. Ride the wave" you whisper to me as I writhe.
As the contraction starts to let up, I hurry to ask "Where are we going? How will I get home?" Needing to get the questions out before another pain comes, and not sure how long I have as they've really picked up pace. You chuckle, and nuzzle into my neck kissing and suckling along the way you know always gets me dripping as you say "We ARE going home. You didn't think I'd let my child and the mother of my child not live with me did you? Don't you want to be mine little doll? Mine forever?"
"oOoOOh!" I moan out as my contraction builds again "Haaaa Haaaa Haaaa haaaaaAAAH!" I want to respond to you but I can't talk through these feelings. My belly is seizing. But the baby inside is shifting, sliding down hard into my hips. But your kisses are lighting me on fire, and my hips are swaying up off the seat towards you in a totally lewd way. But you understand. And you just keep licking and sucking, your fingers finding their way to the waistband of my pathetically small little jean shorts I wear for dancing in these days. You grab the edge and slide them down over my hips and ass as I thrust towards you.
Finally those muscles in my abdomen relax and I can talk again. "I'm coming home with you? Forever? Yes please Sir. I need you forever. Every night. I missed you every night." My admissions breathy and clingy and desperate, just like me. But you like it. You groan loudly, rivaling me, and take one of my hands from your shoulder and place it on your bulge, you're rock hard. Harder than usual.
"Oh! You like this? You like hearing me struggle?" I ask as I reach down with the other hand to un do your fly and pull you out before stroking you hard. "Good thing I put on such a good show. You know I get off on making you happy, right Sir? Just tell me what you want to see baby, and I'll try my hardest". By the time I got out the word "show" I felt your dick pulse in recognition at my words and I smiled knowing we were both going to get what we needed.
You stopped nibbling right as the latest pain wrapped me in it's embrace, and you stared at me growling "Anything I want to see?"
And all I can do is nod and pant as that contraction wraps through my body. I let my hands fly to your hips because I feel this one rolling through me and I know I'm going to squeeze you tight to get through it. Better to not have my favorite dick in my hands when I can't help but contract every muscle in my body. And as I start to dig into your hips and arch my belly into your abs, you mutter "Then groan for me baby. Groan and pant and writhe on me until you need to push."
So I do. I let the groan out as I exist in this torrent of pain, and when it's done, I push you down to the bench and climb on top. When you quirk an eyebrow at me I say "Well... You told me to writhe on you!". Your lips quirk up in that smile I've come to love and then you slide your hands into my hair. Fisting it as you lean down and suckle my nipples hard.
And we ride that way for hours. Me alternating between arching off your lap and pressing down hard on your dick as I ride out contractions. You, guiding my body with your huge hands. On my waist. On my hips. In my hair. In my pussy. Somewhere in there you found the time to press a button and ask your driver to keep circling until told otherwise. All the while I'm groaning and moaning and panting. I couldn't tell you how long we were like that before I tensed and barked out "Oh. Oh Fuck. The pressure. I. It's coming. I need to push!"
"Really" you growled out "let me check", and you slid your fingers up my pussy whispering "You know how strange it was finding a doctor who would teach me how to check this?" As you slide and stretch your massive fingers inside me I'm panting, blowing out so hard. Waiting for you to tell me I can follow my body's orders. "Hmmmp not quite. Pant through a few more contractions baby and then I'll check again"
And with that dismal news I cry out as another contraction slams into me, and all I want to do is push this baby down and out, and my moan is less of a moan and more a choked scream. Your free hand grabs my chin. You make me lock eyes with you and you say "Breathe. Pant. Scratch me up. Whatever you need to get through these babydoll" I manage a nod and then my head is buried in the crook of your neck. Your hand running soothingly, rhythmically along my back as I pant and claw at your sides while the contraction ramps up uP UP but I don't push. And it fades away. Not 10 seconds later there's another one. Building. Building. My body screaming at me to push. My nails digging into the luxurious fabric of your button down. My breath catching as I focus on doing anything but bearing down. It's three more contractions before you tell me you're going to check again, and you hope I have a long enough break for you to check.
Your hand slides back inside me, and we feel it. Another contraction starting. So you coo at me "It's okay. It's okay. I'll be done soon. Breathe. Bite. Scream. It's okay" all while sliding further in pushing in while my whole body tenses against you. "That's it. Good girl. You did it. You're dilated to 10. Good girl. I'm going to pull my hand out. And then you're going to push our baby out. And then I'm going to marry you."
My vision went white right about when you told me to bite. I could do nothing. Locked in a vice of pain with this intrusion inside my canal as you checked my dilation. As it moved from searing white to soft grey static in time with you pulling your arm free I heard you praising me. I reveled in it so much I almost didn't hear you telling me to push.
But my body heard you. With my arms locked around your neck, and my legs thrown over yours I bore down. The gravity helping tremendously as I was finally able to give into the urge and push. I had been so loud before. So groany. But now I just pushed. With two strong pushes I moved the baby so far down I could feel my pussy starting to bulge and a squeal escaped me at the slight burn.
You knew. Of course you knew. You had your hand in place to help hold the head back as I pushed. The burn brought me back into reality and my eyes flew open. "...girl. good push. That's it. So good. So proud. You can do it. I love you." You were whispering to me the whole time? Oh. God. I love you too.
When my body tenses and another squeal escaped me as a new contraction begged me to push again and push hard, you spoke louder. "Listen to me. Can you hear me?" I nodded my face buried against the leather of the seat as though I was trying to escape this pain. "Good. Good girl. Babydoll, you're going to pant. You're going to pant and let this head slide down by itself a little bit OK? I love that pussy of yours, so let's let it stretch not tear."
As I panted through four agonizing contractions you praised me. You rubbed your hand along our baby's head. Along my stretching skin. Along my clit. And then you just said "Okay baby"
And I pushed into your hands. I screamed. The skin you had so lovingly been stroking and stretching did indeed make it over the crown of our baby without tearing, but it was close. I was at capacity. And I felt such a horrible burn. The contraction faded. I let out a jagged moan as I breathed through the pain of having to hold that baby head half in half out as I waited for another contraction to surge through and let me push this baby free.
With a sharp scream the head slid into your waiting hands at the very start of my next push. And I didn't stop. I kept hearing down feeling the baby rotate as the shoulders began to press through me. Push. Push. PUSH. And then it was done.
I wasn't pregnant anymore. You held the baby up to me, and tucked the hair back behind my ear as you looked me in the eyes and said "I'd like to do that again with you. But knowing your name, and you knowing mine. Since I'm planning on it being yours too. Marry me? Fuck me? Birth on me. Forever?"
Claiming your mouth with mine I cried "Yes. Yes. Please Sir."
And it was all because you liked the way I'd looked on the pole. How lucky was I?
