#laborfetish

[mermaidmom22]

one of my favorite scenarios for birth RP is ending up at a strangers front door, either in late stage labor, or mid labor and trying to hide it, as to not cause the stranger stress but ending up giving birth with their help in their home.

[daddyloveslabor]

James and Little

James stood directly in front of his Little, close enough that he could breathe in her scent, but he didn’t touch her just yet. He studied her face and her eyes. He knew them so well by this point. And this was the point. The one where his expertise of her face and eyes would alert him immediately to any signal from her, subdued or otherwise. Any misgivings whatsoever that she may have about what was about to happen to her, what was in store for her...he would see them.

She had been flawlessly obedient, always, save the small buckish provocation here and there when she desired extra correcting. And she never failed to know when *he* desired to more thoroughly correct her. She had always, truly, anticipated him at every turn.

She was perfect for him. He didn’t want to change a hair on her head, except in this one way. In this enormous, incredible way that in actuality was a thousand ways. The way that would change her irrevocably and indelibly.

He loved her precisely as she was. And it was because he loved her that he wanted to reconstruct her, just so. He throbbed with the need to observe, and then absorb, every single moment of her enduring and taking and suffering as she navigated the long transformation ahead of her. That’s what she did so, so well, after all. She endured. And she took it, everything he meted out to her, whether in tenderness or in sternness. She took it each and every time, with a grace and submission that endeared her to him harder and further every time he dominated her.

He wanted to witness every. Single. Second. As she morphed inexorably from the fruits his actions tonight would bring to bear upon her. He knew he was going to lose sleep in the months ahead, in an attempt to miss as little as possible.

Those eyes of hers. They were looking unflinchingly into his. Awaiting his encouragement and his instruction. They shone with a trust so pure and so fierce (and so devoid of shame, he realized, as his heart contracted in his chest) that the pact he had made with himself when it came to her - to protect her and cherish her at all costs - was reinforced tenfold.

He leaned in to smell her neck and she tilted back her head to give him better access. As he inhaled deeply, he ran his nose up her throat and along her jawline.

In a low growl, he said, “Mmmmm. Yes. That’s it. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

Head still tilted back, she replied, “Yes, Daddy. I’m always ready for you. But tonight especially.”

“Hmmm, that’s right. Your timing, as always, Little One, is fucking perfection. You smell...ripe.”

“I am. I made sure of it. I’m ready to receive.” She gave him a coy wink.

He couldn’t help but smile slightly. Her sense of humor, God damn. He would never stop thanking the Good Lord that he was given someone who would kneel down and suck him whenever he ordered...and that was funnier than anyone else he’d ever met.

When it was appropriate, of course. She never failed him in that regard either. She knew when it was time for her to shut her mouth.

“Good.” He took another long sniff along her collarbone and then backed away from her 3 paces.

He crossed his arms over his chest. She reflexively folded her arms behind her back and openly met his gaze.

Tripling down on his effort to ensure he didn’t miss even the most miniscule reflex in her eyes and her face as he spoke, he said, “The time has come, my Darling One. Tonight is the night.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You are ready, yes?”

“Indeed I am, Sir.”

“What are you ready for, Love? Say it. What happens tonight?”

She shook her hair slightly and said firmly, “Tonight is the night you knock me up.”

He frowned. “Say it better.”

“Yes, Sir. Tonight is the night you fill me up. In every way. With your love, with your cock, and with your seed. You are going to bring me near to bursting in each regard.”

“Good girl. You’re going to be the home to my baby for the next ten months, isn’t that right?”

She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir. I am honored to carry your baby.”

He saw her eyes flash. But only in that “stop fucking teasing me and get on with it” way that he had come to know and love so well.

She suffered so gorgeously.

He forced another frown. “Mmm. Say that better.”

A microscopic smile. “Very well. As you wish. Sir?”

He raised an eyebrow at her and gestured for her to continue.

“Sir, I wish for you to fuck me tonight. Hard. I want to be sore tomorrow. And as I am, I want to be reminded that that soreness is nothing, nothing compared to what is waiting for me, because tonight you are going to put your baby inside me. And I promise I will let it grow and grow and grow, making me big and uncomfortable, all while you guide me and assist me and chastise me as needed.”

James’s throat had thickened and his cock had stiffened listening to her. “Yes, Love. I’m going to make you big. So very, very big. How big do I want you to be?”

“Very,” she replied, knowing full well what he wanted her to say and drawing it out.

“How big, Sarah? How big does Daddy want you? Say it.”

“You want me so big that I can hardly walk.”

“Mmm, that’s exactly, exactly right. I want you so stuffed I’ll have to help you stand up.”

“I want that too,” she breathed.

“Of course you do. It’s in your nature. And ohhhh, Baby. My sweet, sweet girl. It’s going to hurt you.”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to take it for me, though, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He closed in on her the 3 paces he had taken back prior. He placed his hand on her stomach.

“Oh, my Little. This flat, flat belly of yours. Once my baby has taken residence there, it’s going to start growing. And each and every day this nice flat belly is going to get a little rounder. A little heavier. A little harder.” He rubbed his thumb over her belly button and sighed with longing.

“Eventually your skin is going to be stretched so taut it will feel like a drum. It will hurt. Your belly button may pop out of your belly completely. Your back will ache more and more. Even so, as you begin to support your back with your hands, you will realize you still have weeks left to go, more pressure and strain compounding with each passing day.” He rested his hands on her waist and stroked her back with his fingers.

Moving his hands to her hip bones, he said, “Your hips will separate and throb. You will be so, so uncomfortable at night that sleeping will become difficult. Your gait will change as these hips spread out, making room to cradle my baby’s hard and heavy head deep inside the bones of your pelvis. You will have trouble getting out of bed and out of chairs. You will waddle, perhaps. And I will adore you.”

His hands slid up her sides and cupped her breasts. He worked her nipples with his thumbs and they hardened under his touch. She arched her back slightly, moving her breasts more fully into his large, warm hands. “Your breasts will become enlarged and sharply tender. I must admit to a ravenous curiosity there. How can perfection be improved upon? I will see, I am so sure.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

Both his hands moved back down. “But this belly. Oh my dear, this belly. It will be massive. When you are nearing the end, you will find yourself holding it with both of your hands, seeking a few seconds of relief from the interminable, burdensome drag of it on your body. And you, no matter how weary, will carry it until I say it’s enough time. Understood?”

Her breath had become shaky. “Yes, Daddy. I understand. I will grow your baby so well for you, and I will take whatever pain and discomfort comes with it. I want to be so huge for you.”

He could see the pinkness in her cheeks. “And you know I will see to you like never before. Isn’t that right?”

“I do, Daddy.”

“Mmm. If you are sick, Babe, I will hold your hair back for you and wipe the sweat from your face. If at first you are drained and fatigued, I shall provide you the most comfortable accommodations available, so your rest is undisturbed and restorative. When you are in your second trimester and lusty as hell, I will eat you every night and day, sucking that delicious clit of yours and giving you the sweetest orgasms of your life. I will take you from behind when you grow too big for me to take you from the front, and I will satisfy your swollen, tender, juicy pussy with my cock while I caress your giant belly. And I won’t allow you to relax; you’re going to have to hold your hefty self up on all fours until I release you.”

She sucked in her breath. “I promise; I won’t relax, no matter how tiring it is for me to support my extra weight while you plunge into me. Only when you say.”

“When your feet are aching and worn, Daddy will massage them for you, Sweetheart. When your back is killing you, Daddy will knead it and rub it and smoothe out all that tension you build up from getting bigger and bigger. Daddy will rub oil into your sweet, tight belly so your skin can stretch and stretch and stretch. Daddy will feed you when you’re hungry, all that you want, but only what’s good for you and my baby.”

“Yes, Daddy. Of course. You are so good to me.”

“I am. I will care for your aches and your hurts with more love and attention than ever before. Because you know I crave them. Yes?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I want to know them all. Every one. No matter how minor each one may seem to you. No matter if I am sleeping or if I am away. Which I won’t be, much. They are mine to have and hold dear, and to soothe as I see fit. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I will keep nothing from you, nothing. I will report every twinge.”

“Good girl.” He stood back from her 3 paces again and she, once again, placed her arms behind her back dutifully.

“Sweetheart. When I am punishing you, what happens when you say our special word?”

“You stop.”

“Mmm hmm. Immediately, yes?”

“Every time. Sometimes before the word is even past my lips.”

“That’s right, Honey. You know - you have always known - that while I may correct and punish you, you have the true control over what I do to you. You have all the power of our special word in your mouth.”

“I do, Sir. And you know that I only use it when I genuinely cannot take any more.”

“Oh yes I do, my little one. I know that. But you see….well. What must happen when you are swelled so large and stretched so tight? When your little pelvis has loosened just enough, and my baby is ready to enter this world through you? What must you do? Say it.”

“I must give birth.”

“Yes. You must. Your many, long days of growing and nourishing my baby must come to an end sometime, as they have in every pregnancy before yours. And then, honey. And then...my baby must come out of you. And that, Sweetheart, is not a process I will have any say or part in. Were it up to me, I might choose to keep you knocked up and enormous and tight-bellied and awkward and hungry and aching forever. But it is not up to me. A higher authority than I will call upon you, and you will be unable to refuse Her. I will not be your Master while you culminate your greatest work, and endure your toughest punishment. Mother Nature will be your Mistress. And Mother Nature, for reasons known only to Her, chooses to punish her daughters with notorious cruelty. Do you understand?”

Sarah’s tongue flicked rapidly over her lips. Her breathing was coming in little hitches. “I understand. I will take it.”

“Yes. You will. But not from me. The power to dole out your pain and relief will be completely out of my hands this time. Your body will be taken over, Darling, by a force that is you but that is also much, much greater than you. Even if I should desire to provide you a moment’s relief, if only to see it register with you before you are wracked in agony again, I will be unable to do so. This time the power will not be mine….or yours. You will succumb to Her and only Her, the ultimate dominatrix, whether you find yourself willing and ready or not. She honors no safe words. Do you understand?”

“I understand. I will suffer.”

“Yes. Oh my dear one, you will suffer terribly. You will tense, perhaps just occasionally at first. Your giant, heaving belly will tighten again and again and again; you will lose count within just a few hours. You will strain and you will struggle. You will moan. Your throat will grow hoarse and your lips will become dry and cracked from your frantic breathing and your cries. You will writhe. Your valiant perseverance through all this will be rewarded only with more brutal and ruthless pain. The wrenchings of your heavy belly will only grow more and more excruciating, a vice that will grip you relentlessly and repeatedly. As they hurt you more, they also will grow longer and will peak harder, and you will get to the point where you will not get much of a break between them, if any at all. Time will stop for you.”

He studied her face and her eyes intensely. He saw resolve and fire. She never could resist a dare. But what he sought most urgently - and found - was the markings of her suppressed arousal.

“You take things so well from me, Honey. You know how I love to hear you beg me and plead with me, yet I can count on one hand the times you have used our special word. When you truly had taken all you could take. But my dear one, when your time comes, all the imploring you have in you will do you no good. There will be no special word. You will be well, well past the point where you thought you could take no more, and then you will be there again. And again. You will take more. She will make you. You may weep and beseech Her for mercy, and She will not only deny you, She will punish you all the harder. You will realize - perhaps 100 times - how much worse it must be before it is better. The only way out, Sweetheart, will be through.”

He reached down to adjust himself and her eyes flicked down and saw the momentary pressure he put on his bulk. He was rock hard, she could see it plainly, and she felt a response instantly, a clenching in her groin as heat pooled in her crotch.

“And Baby. For the inestimable duration of your travail, so torturous for you, all I will be able to do is watch. Watch the slow escalation as you are first so mercilessly squeezed...and then merely observe as you yourself are forced to participate in your own rending. As you anguish and push and stretch impossibly to initiate my baby into this world through your waters, your own initiation into motherhood will be by fire. The Ring of Fire, perhaps the most apt name on earth. All this will be there for me to behold, but there is no part of it I can take for you or away from you. Oh I will be there for you, Sweetness, in any capacity I am able to be. My presence, my touch, my voice, Honey….these things may offer you a paltry comfort, but make no mistake. Where you must go, I cannot follow. There will be no making it go away. There will be no making it stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“For my part, I must be content with being a witness only.”

He rubbed himself briefly through his pants again. With his other hand, he hooked his knuckle into the soft flesh beneath her chin bone and moved her so her eyes met his directly. “And I will glory at each fresh and unheralded wave of exquisite agony that twists and contorts your lovely face.”

Sarah puffed out a small breath between her lips. She was pulsing between her legs. God in heaven, hearing him speak to her this way was about to make her climax just standing there. She opened her stance slightly. He saw. Of course he did. He always saw. And the mischievousness of the devil himself sparked in his eyes.

She cleared her throat. “Sir?”

“Yes.”

“If I do this for you, will it - “

“Specifics, Little One. You know I despise ambiguity. If you do what for me? Say it.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I do know that. Your pardon?”

He nodded.

“Sir, if I develop and sustain your baby in my belly for 40 long weeks, and then labor hard to push him out of me, all by myself...will it make you proud of me?”

His face almost softened. “You have no idea. Sweetheart, I will worship you.”

“Then that is merely the cherry on top, Sir. I’ve already decided.”

“Good girl. And, as discussed, unless you or my baby are in danger, the birth will take place here. I and I alone will attend to your needs. There will be no pain relief, outside of what I can provide. Say it.”

“Yes, Sir. When my appointment time with Great Mother comes -”

His head went back in a silent laugh. “By all means, continue.”

“When Great Mother calls me forth for my supreme punishment, only you will be with me. If my torment can be soothed at all, it will be by you.”

He closed the 3 paces of space between them, enveloped her in his arms, and kissed the top of her precious head. “You are the bravest creature I’ve ever met, you know.”

“I know.”

[birthandsex]

Sex on the beach, part 1

Melissa and I had decided to have a date at the beach. The same place we last see each other. It was a lonely beach deep in the forest. You had to walk a narrow steep forest road and cross some small creeks.

This was the first time since graduation we would see each other.

After graduation I moved to Los Angelas to go college and Melissa moved to Boston for college. After a few years away from each other Melissa remembered it was her graduationday, today. She still remebered that special night. James took her to the lonely beach in the forest. It was the perfect night. They stayed for hours bathing and making love.

She thought to herself that Maybe its time see What James is doing today.

She opened Facebook and searched for James. She found 12 James from the same Village. But only one living in LA. She clicked friend request.

I opened Facebook and found a friend request from Melissa. He accepted and looked through her information to see if that was his Melissa. Finding out that she wasn’t married, didn’t say she was dating anyone, and lived in the village. He accepted the request and almost immediately a chat box popped up with her name in in with the message “Hey, how have you been, how is it going in LA”

“Hello. I’m back home. Not living in LA anymore. How are you?” I typed

“I’m good, I am so surprised to hear you have moved back home.”

“Yeah, I missed my friends and family, I’m good by the way.”

“That’s great to hear”, Melissa returned quickly.

The little awkward conversation about the old times continued.

“Well I don’t remember much about high school really, but I do remember you fondly.” I wrote to her.

“Oh.” She responded, “So you don’t remember all the times I convinced you to get naked with me?” She concluded this statement with two people and pink heart emoticon.

“No, I remember that.” As the vision of her nude and her long blond hair dripping wet on her back and down to her ass. That was the first time I truly saw her nude at the beach.

“Still think about graduation night from time to time.” I wrote back.

“Oh, I do too.” She responded almost direct after I answered. Then came a long pause followed by. “Wish we could do that kind of thing again.” She wrote followed by a heart and a beach emoticon.

“Really?” I wrote surprised that she had just come out and said what I was thinking.

“Yeah,” She responded. “Besides, those memories of that night are better than anything I did in college, or after.” She answered.

“Yeah, We did do some wild things, makes me wonder what it would have been like if we did those things today.” I wrote back.

“I know. “I would love to go do all those things now. Hell, I would do it again in a heartbeat. The thought of you taking me at the beach makes me wet. Let’s do it. Will you meet me at the lonely beach tomorrow?”, she wrote.

My eyes widened and my dick started to grow bigger in my pants to what she wrote.

“Yeah, yes of course Melissa I would like to meet you again. It’s been so long.” I answered.

“Nice James lets say 18.00 tomorrow evening”, she wrote back.

“Ok, we have date Melissa”, I answered. Adjusting my growing aching cock in the pants.

“Fantastic, nice hear from you. See you tomorrow then. Bye bye must go now”, She wrote back quick.

“Bye bye kisses”, I answered

Wow I thought to myself. Date with my high school girl. So unreal and so fantastic.

I continued to look through her pictures on Facebook. Before I got to bed.

The next day I couldn’t think straight at work. Just thinking of Melissa all the time and watched pictures of her on Facebook. She looked amazing. Just as how I remembered her from high school.

I drove home and jumped in the shower. Damn it’s already 17:30.

I stressed off and jumped back in my van and drove to a small parking lot near the forest. I ran down to the road but had a hard time to remember the direction to the lake.

After a few minutes I finally found the road again to the beach. When I got over some creeks I got a strange feeling that I haven’t heard from Melissa or seen a car in the parking lot. I continued to walk and soon I could see the lake. The rest of the path was narrow and very steep.

When I got to the beach I saw one woman bath and swim around. I walked down to the water and shouted Melissa’s name.

“Hello James. Your finally here.” She answered and swim back to the beach.

When she finally came closer to the beach so she could stand up. I noticed the huge belly under her big breasts. There she was right in front of me. Nude and pregnant and she looked even more gorgeous with that big round belly.

“Hello Melissa”, I finally got out of my mouth with shaking voice.

She walked to me and gave me a kiss on the mouth. She pressed wet belly against my chest. I gave her a huge hug and gave her a long kiss back. It felt like the time stood still. Until she gave up to a small moaning and got one hand her belly.

“Sorry I have got these braxton hicks contraction all week”, she said with a low voice.

“Ok..and your pregnant I see.” I answered. Stupid stupid answer I thought to myself.

“Yes I am pregnant and glad you have noticed it so fast”, she answered in a sharp tone and looked in my eyes and smiled.

“I didn’t want tell you over the internet yesterday. Because I thought you would never meet or even talk to me again”, she continued and took one step back.

“I think you look amazing and I don’t care if you’re pregnant. Who is the lucky guy?”, I answered. Reaching one hand to her and signing i wanted a new hug.

“You trying to be nice, even though I look like whale. The “lucky” guy is my ex. and it's okay for you that I did not talk about being pregnant?”she answered and move to me again. Lying her face on my chest.

“It’s ok I wouldn’t stop talk to you just because you have lived you life”, I answered

“Wow your amazing James. So will you join me in the water now?”, she mumbled pressing her belly on me and making my skirt soaking wet. She placed her hand around my waist and slowly pulled down my pants.

But my rock hard dick stopped her from pulling them to far down. I unzipped my pants and pulled my aching cock so she could pulled them to ground.

The cock grow bigger when it came out in the free. She looked at it and bite her lip for a few seconds. I took my skirt of off and through it on the sand.

She grabbed my big pulsating cock and started to guide me down to the water.

“Wait I have take my shoes and socks off”, I told her and tried to bend me down to take off my shoes and socks.

“Ok big boy, do it fast. I am getting cold now in the wind”, she said, while taking a tougher grip on my cock and began to pull it back and forth. She continued to do that until I had got all my cloths of. Then she guided me into the water by holding my cock.