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CONVENTION (mf/pregnancy/yo yo)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This is my first post to this group, and all comments and criticisms are
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CONVENTION
By Frank Lambert
It was four-thirty in the afternoon, the final day (thank God) of the
convention. John stood alone in his hotel room and stared absently out
the window at an impressive view of downtown Chicago in the strikingly
clear mid-autumn light. For three days he had glad-handed business
acquaintances, suffered through godawful boring seminars, ate too much
and drank too much with the gang from his own company, seen a little
Chicago nightlife, and generally acted the corporate-smile, well-
adjusted, easy-to-work-with, 37-year-old-businessman schmuck. It had
taken a toll, and now he stood alone at his hotel window and played
with his yo-yo.
Yes, literally a yo-yo. A nice easy-to-handle white wooden job
with "Navigate Software" painted on the sides. He kept flipping the
yo-yo down and back, down and back--he had tried cat's-in-the-cradle
and flubbed it as badly as when he was a kid--and thought about the
booth at the trade fair where he had acquired this addictive toy.
It had been just one of what seemed like hundreds of similar
booths, with two professionally friendly representatives of
Whatitsface Systems or Whatever Products. He hadn't gone through
the fair until today, because he hadn't wanted to listen to endless
sales pitches and attempts at small talk. Sure enough, he had waded
past more computer displays, sales brochures, and pleasant smiles
than anyone should have to endure, when he had finally happened on
the NaviGate booth.
It really hadn't been that different from all the others. It had
the usual computer screens displaying whatever software the company
made and the usual smiling sales reps (one male, one female, as
always) trying to peddle the wares. There had been, however, two
distinguishing characteristics. This booth offered white yo-yos as
handouts along with the usual brochures and hard candy. And the
female sales rep was Karen.
She was medium height, light brown hair, early thirties, sassy,
bright, attractive. That had been John's mental inventory as he
listened to Karen talk about what she was selling. As she went
through the pitch she was flipping one of the yo-yos down and back
and laughing about it, as if this childhood pastime were really more
important than the silly software her company churned out.
One other note: Karen was pregnant--about five-and-a-half months,
she said. "More than halfway home," she laughed. "I'm finally past
my pregnancy hump day." John noticed, as unobtrusively as possible,
that she wore no wedding ring.
The male sales rep had then moved in and really started the hard
sell. John managed to get away but not before Karen had handed him a
NaviGate brochure and, of course, his personal NaviGate yo-yo. "Try
doing walk-the-dog with it," she giggled. "I can't get the damn thing
to stay down."
John had stuffed the brochure into his coat pocket and walked away
flipping his very own personal yo-yo up and down, back and forth. He
had also walked away thinking about Karen, and he had kept thinking
about her all afternoon through particularly dull meetings and seminars.
Pregnant ladies were supposed to be motherly not sexy, he rather
primitively reflected, but this one...
Well, at last he was alone in his hotel room and the thoughts about
Karen hadn't grown any less importunate. He finally stopped playing
with the yo-yo and reached into his coat pocket for the brochure she
had given him. Might as well see whatever it was she was selling.
As he opened the brochure, a business card slipped out and fell onto
the grey-green institutional-hotel carpet. He picked it up: "Karen
Michelson, Senior Programmer, NaviGate." So she wasn't just a sales
rep--she had seemed to bright for that anyhow.
John turned the card over. A woman's handwriting: "Try my room 2331
at 8:00 tonight and I'll show you better toys than any damn yo-yo."
Karen must have scribbled that while the male sales rep was doing his
spiel. Resourceful lady, John thought.
The door appeared almost symbolically important as John stood before it
for what seemed like hours. Even the number 2331 took on mystic
significance--maybe it was related to today's horoscope, John privately
joked. Anyway, he finally knocked and Karen immediately opened the
definitely unsymbolic door.
She was wearing the same dark blue maternity suit and the same slightly
mocking smile. "You must have been looking at me through the peephole,"
John told her.
"Well, you did stand there for a long time," she answered. "I heard
footsteps stop in front of the door, so I looked to see if it was Jack
the Ripper."
"You got lucky," John said. "I'm his great-great-grandson."
Karen smiled indulgently at the weak witticism and invited him in. As
she closed the door behind him, she leaned back against it and said, "I
know what you were thinking out there. A PREGNANT woman. A five-and-a-
half-month preganant woman with no wedding ring, yet." And she held up
her ringless left hand.
"Oh, who needs jewelry," John said. He tried to act casual (a hopeless
ruse) but now that he was in Karen's room the vague sexual desire that had
teased him all afternoon pressed down like vicious heat. He looked at Karen
as she walked up to him and suddenly realized how her full breasts were yet
more beautiful with the swelling of pregnancy. Her belly didn't seem a
detraction to desire--in fact, it increased his urge to enter this woman
who was even more womanly with the life within her. Her sleek firm ass and
sculpted legs moved fluidly, as if pregnancy were no hindrance but rather a
fulfillment of her femininity.
Karen brushed his lips with a light kiss that ripped through his nervous
system and set off a surge in his crotch that almost scared him. He nearly
lunged at her to hold her closer, but she agilely slipped away--again, her
swollen belly was no hindrance to her catlike quickness--and laughed softly.
"My, you ARE frisky," she observed. "Maybe you should have something to
drink and relax a little."
She walked over to the coffee table where a bottle of white wine sat in a
plastic tub of ice. "I can't drink any of this--my OB would go nuts. But
you better have a glass. I got it for you anyway--I had a feeling you'd
accept my invitation."
As she busied herself opening the bottle, John slipped up behind her and
began kissing the back of her neck. Her fragrance, her body, her whole being
were so fully and deliciously feminine with the added beauty of her easily-
borne pregnancy. He slid his hands down her shoulders and her sides and
began reaching for what now seemed her teasingly appealing abdomen. "May
I?" he asked with what seemed even to him to be exaggerated gallantry.
"Why not?" she answered with the slight mocking tone that seemed so
natural to her. "Junior doesn't mind as long as I keep him warm and fed."
He ran his hand over her firm round belly and one of the most powerful
yet strangest waves of sexual desire he had ever experienced washed over
him. He wanted to grab this whole beautiful woman and throw her to the
floor, but he sensed how Karen's mocking spirit would be better pleased
with a bit of playful restraint before the wild fuck he knew they both
craved.
So he privately told his almost ridiculously upright cock to calm down
as he accepted the glass of wine from Karen as gracefully as he could. To
get away from the enormous spell of her for a moment, he looked around her
room. It was mostly a copy of his own, with her belongings scattered about
a little less randomly than he had managed.
"If you ARE wondering--no, I'm not married," Karen said, slightly more
seriously than she had spoken before. "Junior here is the result of a sperm
deposit from some worthless jerk I thought would be fun for a couple weeks.
Just shows that diaphragms aren't fail-safe."
"How do you know I'm not as worthless a jerk?" John asked half-seriously.
"I don't," Karen replied, resuming her usual lightly taunting tone. "But
let's face it, the damage is done."
"Well, I definitely don't have anything against unmarried women--they're
what unmarried men like me live for." John was trying to be witty and it
wasn't easy with the desire closing around his throat. Again to get away
for a moment from this succulent woman who seemed so mocking and so
feminine and so fuckable, John walked over to a laptop computer sitting on
the standard hotel-issue desk. He sipped the wine and looked at the computer
screen, expecting to see some business graphics or some programming
gibberish. What he saw was...different.
"What IS this?" he asked incredulously. And Karen let loose a full-
throated, lustful laugh that at once embarrassed and thrilled John. Any
woman who could laugh like that could fuck a man's brain loose. At the
same time, he realized that he had fallen into a little trap. "I guess you
wanted me to see this stuff, right?" John said. "Let's see...Jennie's Wild
Fantasy (ff/interracial/incest/beast)...we need more suck-my-cock stories...
The Jello Fuck (mff/humor)..."John read off some of what seemed an endless
menu of sexual possibilities.
Karen came up close to him, still giggling a bit as he stared at the computer
screen. "Karen, just what is this stuff?" he asked a little ruefully.
"John, you ever heard of the internet?" Karen smiled.
"The internet. You mean that thing that computer geeks talk on all day?
THIS is the internet?"
Karen ran her hand lightly over his shoulder. She was so close--her
swelling breasts, her tight belly, her hidden tangy pussy. "Well, I am
a computer geek," Karen said rather gently, "and I do use the net for
professional stuff. But after hours I plug into some of the wilder usenet
boards, like this one. It's called alt.sex.stories and it's full of, well,
interesting ideas. In fact, that card I gave you--I got that idea from one
of the stories on this board. A stewardess gave her business card to a
woman lawyer she wanted to have a lesbian affair with. I'm not lesbian, so
I thought I'd try it with the man today I was most attracted to--and who
might be open-minded enough to make love with a dumpy old preggers woman
like me.
John could hardly restrain himself any more. The smell and look and
spirit and flesh of this woman, the cool computer screen staring at him with
endless wild fantasies, even the few sips of wine--all conspired to drive him
on. He put down the glass with a slightly unsteady hand and said as calmly
as possible, "Well, I am open-minded." He faced Karen fully. "I am very
FUCKING open-minded."
Karen leaned back her head slightly at the sound of the not, in this
context, meaningless f-word. Then everything broke down and they embraced
as fully as two lustful lovers ever had. Karen's lips parted and John felt
the wild rush of sexual energy from her sweet probing tongue. Her hard belly
against him seemed only an extra sexual spice, one more toke of her luscious
womanhood. He ran his hands over her ass and her hips as they strained
against the hardness in his crotch. He kissed her face and neck and began
pulling at her clothes to get at those breasts which seemed so swollen and
so firm.
Karen started to lead him toward the bed which dominated the room, but John
almost leapt at her and lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the
warm, waiting bed. "Been a while since I've been swept off my feet," Karen
breathed. Even fully aroused, she couldn't help her lightly teasing tone.
"You must have been working out a little."
John settled her onto the bed. "Yeah," he tried to answer in the same spirit
"but I ain't been getting enough sexercise."
And then they almost tore at each others' clothes in a wild scramble to be
be naked together. Finally they threw off the last useless garments and John saw
the full beauty of Karen's big breasts with the slightly darkened nipples that
were as erect as his own bulging cock. He kissed her nipples wildly, sucking
and nibbling at the hard points which seemed so alive to the touch of his
tongue. He kissed and licked his way down over her beautifully swollen belly
with the almost flattened navel until he reached the musky, tangy, tangled
center of her womanhood. He plunged his tongue into her waiting pussy and
heard Karen moaning softly as her hips squirmed lusciously around him. The
womanjuice was flowing like wine and making him more drunk than any alcohol
could. He started licking her rockhard clit slowly at first, then faster
and more wildly until she could stand it no more.
"My turn, my turn," she panted. "You ain't the only one who gets to use
your tongue." She pushed him over onto his back with a businesslike shove
and began to duplicate his efforts--licking and sucking and teasing his
nipples, then moving down deliciously to his almost crudely swollen cock.
With a quick smile that seemed so characteristic of her tart nature, she
took his dick into her mouth and sucked gently at first, then more lustfully
and demandingly. All the while she played with his balls and the sweet
secret spot beneath them. When she sensed that John was on the verge of
ecstasy, she mounted him and surrendered to the wild pleasure of his seven
inches sinking deeper and deeper into her hopelessly wet pussy.
"I guess with Junior along, you'd better stay on top," John breathed as
he felt the enormous, delicious promise of ejaculation and fulfillment
approaching.
"Yeah, I like to ride 'em cowboy, anyway" Karen gasped in answer.
"Got a little trick for you," John said almost breathlessly. He slid
his hand between their bodies, below her hard belly, until his fingers
were playing with her clit as his cock thrust time after time into her.
"Omigod," Karen moaned, "that's the sweetest...O God..." And she
shuddered and groaned as the enormous waves of what seemed like an endless
orgasm swept through her whole being. She collapsed on John's chest, as
he experienced what had been promised for so long, the staggeringly
powerful explosion of cum into this sweet sassy delectable woman. The
lightning from his cock almost blacked him out, and after the tidal wave
of orgasmic rapture had washed over them in bliss, they lay for long
tender minutes tangled together in total release.
The rest of the night was almost as sweet, as Karen rode her cowboy two
more times. They finally both drifted off into well-earned sleep.
John awoke at 10:00 the next morning and at first coudn't believe his
eyes. The room was swept clean of Karen's possessions and Karen herself
was gone. The morning light streamed into the room and John sat bolt
upright in bed, wondering if the whole night had been some kind of almost
maniacal fantasy.
Then he saw the note on the pillow next to him. "Had to catch an early
flight, babe," it read in what he now recognized as Karen's handwriting.
"You've got our brochure and my card--give me a call sometime. As I get
closer to bearing Junior, I seem to get hornier. Love and lust, Karen."
A few days later John was in what seemed an endless business meeting.
Finally, the participants drifted into a discussion of possible software
suppliers for the networking project.
"Well, there's an interesting little company called NaviGate," John
said, "and I hear they've got some smart programmers. Maybe we should
check them out."
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