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  THE PREGNANT LACTATING SLUT:

  COLLECTION

  By

  Bree Bellucci

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Bree Bellucci on Smashwords

  The Pregnant Lactating Slut: Collection

  Copyright © 2012 by Bree Bellucci

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Adult Reading Material

  The material in this document contains explicit sexual content that is intended for mature audiences only and is inappropriate for readers under 18 years of age.

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  Table Of Contents

  Pregnant Perversions: Seducing the Gyno

  Pregnant Perversions: Needing the Neighbor

  Pregnant Perversions: Nursing the Male Nurse

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  PREGNANT PERVERSIONS:

  Seducing the Gyno

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  Christine had always hated the way these paper hospital gowns felt against her naked skin. It was like she was wearing a sheet of sand paper around her body. Her pregnant belly pressed uncomfortably against the material and her swollen breasts were starting to become a real nuisance. The gown was already starting to chafe her nipples. She pulled the gown forward at the chest as she sat down on the examination table. The gown hung open in the back and her bare bottom was shocked at she sat on the ice-cold table that was just as ineffectively covered in paper as she was.

  She hated coming to this office and sitting in these cold creepy rooms. They smell like alcohol and latex, she thought to herself. Where is that doctor at? She had been waiting for fifteen minutes now in this dungeon.

  The examination room was well lit with bright fluorescent lights. Their characteristic humming was the only ambient sound. The stainless steel counters were covered with various tools and instruments, jars of swabs and probes, boxes of gloves, and alcohol prep pads. Christine shuddered at the sight of these poking and prodding implements, hopefully they don’t use too many of those things on me today, she thought.

  She shifted her bottom on the table and the paper covering crackled lightly under her weight. She was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable where she was. Just then, voices could be heard coming from the hallway. They sounded as if they were getting closer to her room. The doctor stopped outside of the examination room door and was speaking to someone, presumably a nurse, in muffled tones.

  These exam rooms must be insulated for sound to protect patient privacy, she thought. Thank God, the doctor may actually be ready to see me now!

  The voices outside of her door ended abruptly and Christine heard a light scrape as the doctor pulled her chart off of the door. A few seconds passed as the doctor looked over her information to refresh his memory. Hopefully it wouldn’t take him too long to remember her; she flirted with him shamelessly upon every meeting. During her last check-up she had acted like something was wrong with her breasts so that she could take off her gown, without invitation, and show him her tits.

  She remembered how shocked he was that she had taken such a liberty. He soon learned however that she was the furthest thing from modest.

  Christine smiled as she recalled his response to her feigned worries during their last check-up appointment:

  “Mrs. Jones it is perfectly normal and expected that your breasts will grow and swell during your pregnancy, and they will become even larger when lactation, or milk production, begins,” he explained.

  “Are you sure Dr. Kasselero? Maybe you should examine them and make sure there are no lumps, please? They have gotten so much bigger, I just worry that there might be something wrong. I would do it myself but my hands aren’t as big as yours and my boobs are too large for me to grab completely,” she said helplessly.

  He was reluctant to touch her and perform a needless breast examination. This was especially due to the fact that she was so physically attractive. He could see the sexual assault accusation coming from a mile away.

  “Okay, if you must insist, I will do a brief breast examination,” he conceded.

  “Please doctor, I’m so worried, this will really put my mind at ease,” she begged.

  “Sure, whatever I can do to help Mrs. Jones.” He turned around and walked over to the counter to grab some gloves. He put the gloves on skillfully, they fit snuggly over his large thick fingers and wrapped tightly around his large hands.

  He sat back down in front of her on his stool. Before he had time to protest, Christine quickly pulled her gown down from around her neck. The gown slid down her chest falling over her swollen protruding breasts and into her lap. Dr. Kasselero was visibly startled. He stopped and stared at her beautiful breasts, subconsciously longing to wrap his lips around her light pink nipples.

  His unintentional gaze lasted only a few seconds until he snapped back into professional mode. He reached out and gently grasped her left breast with one hand. With the other hand he began to firmly massage in little circles around her nipple and breast tissue.

  Christine couldn’t help but become aroused. Dr. Kasselero’s warm hands felt wonderful as he methodically massaged her breasts.

  He switched and began to massage the right breast, looking for any lumps or inconsistencies. He massaged her chest for what seemed to her like an eternity. She began to breathe heavily. She could feel her body begin to melt under his touch. She was in heaven, and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better he stopped.

  “All done, and I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary, so you have nothing to worry about Mrs. Jones,” he said. He seemed to be out of breath and he was sweating a little.

  She hesitated before pulling her gown up, she wanted him to get one last glance at the large beautiful breasts hanging from her chest. He didn’t waste the opportunity to catch one last look.

  “Thank you so much Dr. Kasselero,” she smiled, “you’ve got the right touch.”

  She caught him adjusting his scrub pants, attempting to hide his growing erection.

  That was how their last check-up ended. And needless to say, Christine was excited to see Dr. Kasselero this time. She heard his hand grasp the door knob and there was a sharp click as he turned it to open the door. He stepped inside the room confidently and met her gaze with a nervous smile. He turned and shut the door behind him. He was wearing well-fitting slacks today and Christine was able to steal a glimpse of his firm ass through his pants.

  He was such an attractive man, she thought. He was in his mid-forties, he had dark hair with salt-and-pepper gray lightly showing throughout. He kept his hair short and he was always clean-shaven. He had deep brown eyes and thick brown eye brows. Christine could easily be lost in those eyes for days. When he looked at her with that concerned caring gaze of his, her heart melted. Above all she loved his full lips. She had never seen a man with such perfect lips, they were like little pillows, and she often found herself wondering just how soft they felt. She wondered how his lips would feel against hers. And sometimes depending on how horny she was, she even wondered how those full pillow-like lips would feel as his mouth explored her pussy.

  Dr. Kasselero’s wife was a nurse and she worked in his office. She was a pretty woman, also in her mid forties, and she seemed nice enough. Christine found herself to be slightly jealous of this woman. She was willing to bet that a gynecologist knew how to perform cunnilingus like a professional, and his wife was surely always satisfied in bed, she thought.

  “Good afternoon Mrs. Jones, how are you feeli
ng today?” he asked automatically.

  “I’m feeling great doctor, thank you for seeing me,” she couldn’t help but smile like a school girl. To Christine there was something extremely attractive about doctors. Perhaps it was their superior intellect, caring nature, prestige, and powerful position. She had fantasized about most of her good-looking doctors but Dr. Kasselero was in a league of his own. If he ever decided to come on to her she wasn’t sure she could stop herself. This man could have whatever he wanted, she thought lustfully.

  “It’s always a pleasure,” he smiled back, “so has anything changed since we last met? Do you have any new concerns?”

  “Well no, nothing new, everything seems to be going according to plan. My boobs keep getting bigger and bigger. I don’t know what I will do with these things if they grow any larger.” She let out a flirty laugh. Without thinking, she arched her back and pressed her breasts out so that they hung even further over her swollen belly. She caught the doctor’s stare as he glanced down at her tits and she smiled at him.

  “Yes they will probably continue to get a little larger, you are thirty-seven weeks pregnant, so you haven’t too much longer,” he said. “May I have you lie back and let’s take a look to see how you’re coming along?”

  He helped her to lie back on the table. She felt the uncomfortable paper crumpling against her bare back as she lay down. He put his hand on her back to help ease her into a lying position. She felt a surge of adrenalin, even from only his slightest touch. He brought her a small pillow for her to rest her head on and he helped her fit it behind her neck and shoulders.

  “Watch your feet, I’m going to pull the stirrups out from underneath the table,” he said.

  “Okay, but boy do I hate those things, they are always so cold!” she exclaimed.

  He carefully slid the metal stirrups out from the underside of the table and helped Christine rest her legs on the holders. The cold metal scolded the bare skin of her thighs and calves. She gasped and sucked in a deep breath to ease the shock of the frigid apparatus.

  “I apologize for the cold metal, are you otherwise in a comfortable position?” he asked.

  “Yes thank you Dr. Kasselero, I’m fine,” she said. You’re lucky you’re cute, she thought to herself.

  He walked toward the counter and put on a pair of gloves. He got a tube of lubricant out of the drawer and walked back over to her. He placed a stool at the end of the table and sat down. His face was directly between her spread legs. Christine felt slightly self-conscious. Dr. Kasselero had been her gynecologist for years and he had seen her vagina numerous times. But it was still unnerving to have a man examining your vagina in such a brightly lit room. She had taken the time this morning to shave her vagina very carefully and she was proud of her work, it was extremely soft and smooth. She wanted her pussy to look pristine for him.

  He grabbed a speculum from a drawer inside the table and opened it from its sterile packaging. Oh God how she hated that little duck-lipped torture tool.

  “I am going to insert the speculum, it’s going to feel cold and may cause uncomfortable pressure as I expand the tool to be able to visualize your cervix,” he said apologetically.

  “I understand doctor,” she said cheerfully. “Do whatever you need to do.”

  He squirted lubricant on the speculum and spread it around the instrument to make sure it was completely lubricated.

  “I know it’s difficult but try to just relax,” he said softly.

  He gently introduced the speculum into her vagina. She felt the painful pressure from the cold hard object as he pressed it steadily into her pussy.

  “I am so sorry, we’re almost in all the way,” he said.

  “Hah! I have never had a man need to tell me it’s in when it hurts this much!” she laughed.

  Dr. Kasselero let out a half-nervous laugh.

  “Okay, the speculum is in but now I have to expand it, it will be uncomfortable,” he warned her.

  He pressed and spread the speculum, expanding her vaginal opening wide enough for him to visualize the opening of her womb. He used a pen light to peer into the back of her pussy and as soon as he was able to inspect her sufficiently he retracted the speculum and slowly removed it from her. She let out a sigh of relief as the tool that was filling her up was removed. She felt a tingle of pleasure from her nether region as the speculum was removed. Christine secretly wanted him to fill her up again.

  “Everything looks perfect. However I do need to do a manual examination using my fingers,” he explained.

  Her heart began to race faster and she felt her vagina tingle at the thought of his big thick fingers filling up her pussy.

  “I’ll insert two well lubricated fingers into your vagina and palpate to feel for any abnormalities,” he continued.

  That was it; she could feel her pussy instantly become moist as the words left his mouth.

  “That’s fine doctor, like I said you can do whatever you want to me.”

  He smiled at her with his big kind eyes and those luscious lips. He was becoming less nervous and his confidence was turning her on more and more. Dr. Kasselero was still sitting with his face directly between her legs. He lubricated his index and middle fingers. He gently pressed his fingers onto the top of her vagina, directly on her clit. Christine instantly felt like she was about to cum at this slightest touch. He gently ran his fingers down from her clit slowly to her vaginal opening, spreading lubricant over her whole pussy.

  She threw her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel her eyes roll back into her head as she focused solely on his touch. She had forgotten about the cold room, the crumpled paper on her back, and the cold metal stirrups still holding her legs.

  He began to slowly play with her opening, rubbing his two fingers gently around the hole. She could feel that she was sopping wet already. He didn’t even need to use the lube. He ran his fingers back up to her clit and gently increased the pressure as he massaged around her swollen erogenous zone.

  She let out a deep moan as an uncontrollable surge of pleasure shot from the tips of his fingers and flooded throughout her entire body. His warm wet touch was all that mattered in the world to her at this moment. Her huge round belly surged up and down as her breathing became heavier and faster.

  Dr. Kasselero could see his patient writhing in pleasure as he controlled her entire body with his fingers. He felt himself become overcome with passion. His body was taking over his rational mind and the throbbing erection in his pants was robbing his brain of blood. His professionalism and instincts for self-preservation were thrown out the window at the sight of this beautiful woman lying on her back reveling in the pleasure that he was providing her. Her heaving pregnant belly was pressing against her huge swollen tits and her legs were spread wide revealing her engorged clit and dripping wet pussy.

  He stood up from the stool, removed his gloves and carefully inserted his middle finger into her tight wet opening. His finger was almost too thick to fit into her vagina but the lube and copious amount of vaginal fluids allowed him to slip into her hot throbbing hole.

  “Aaaaah Oooooooh,” she bellowed. She could feel her eyes thrust into the back of her skull as she felt his thick warm finger slowly fill her pussy. It felt to her as if her entire body was grasping his finger. Every fiber of her being was longing for him to be inside of her. She could feel her tight pussy struggle to accommodate him as his finger stretched the opening and the muscles of her vaginal wall.

  “Oh my god doctor you make me feel so good, it is so incredible to finally have you inside of me!” she said almost breathless. She was moaning uncontrollably now as he moved his finger slowly into and out of her pussy. Vaginal juices began to leak from around his finger and flow down her perineum. She could feel the warm fluid begin to run over her asshole.

  “Mrs. Jones you have the tightest vagina I have ever felt and the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. Will you let me lick it? I have to know what it tastes like,” he begged.
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  She opened her eyes and smiled at him. She nodded slightly and gave him a look of sultry submission.

  He walked over to the head of the table and leaned down to kiss her. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth onto hers. As their lips met they both thrust their warm wet tongues into each other’s mouths. He kissed her with the passion that she imagined he used to kiss his wife with. She had wanted to feel that passion for a long time. Christine realized that she was overcome with a feeling of lust for this man’s body and he could literally do whatever he wanted to her right now.

  His full lips felt wonderful as they pressed against hers, they felt exactly like she had imagined they would. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and intertwined with hers in strong passionate movements. She ran her hands through his hair and grabbed to pull him closer to her. He gently sucked on her upper lip and then quickly began kissing her neck. The heat from his lips, tongue and breath felt wonderful on her sensitive skin. He kissed passionately down her neck and ran his hand over her breasts and swollen belly.

  He licked from her neck down the middle of her chest and ran his tongue over her swollen breast. He moved his hand over her pregnant belly and began to rub her clit with his fingers. Her vagina was soaking wet and burning hot. He began to rub in firm slow circles around her clit as he sucked on her hardened nipples.

  Christine began to moan deeply as Dr. Kasselero sucked hungrily on her tits. His hot wet mouth licking and sucking her tits made her shudder as waves of warmth flooded throughout her body. She loved how his fingers felt as they slowly massaged her pussy. He was bringing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm with each little movement of his hand.