~Lacy G-string~
Steve was startled the moment the door creaked and opened. Aku trudged, in having handy the divorce papers, “Mr. President just divorced me,” she said coldly, left the papers dropping on the floor before she curled up behind the desk to smoke.
Steve hastened to the divorce papers quickly glance through it and shut his eyes in hurts and guilt.
“The fucking problem is I don’t know who got me pregnant.” she puffed a smoke and dimmed her eyes at Steve who returned his gaze at the divorce papers again.
He dared to hide his suspicion. Itches of guilt ravaged his body as he read the terms and condition of the divorce as though it mattered to him.
“This is unfair. He could have given you a fair chance to investigate the pregnancy. He acted as a man who has been seeing another bitch…”
“I am damn pregnant with twins.” She sniffed, molded her lips in anger before placing her hand on her belly. “I wonder how I would bring twins into this fucking world without a father. Steve can you imagine that?”
In response Steve feigned a sneeze and cough. “Apologies ma’am, I would like to use the rest room,” he said and kept sneezing until he entered the toilet. “Shit! Shit! “ he whispered, held his head and glanced into the mirror as his conscience pricked him ruggedly. “I don’t think I can keep this anymore.” He fondled into his pocket and brought out the torn condom, “Mmm this is going to be unbearable for her, how do I tell my boss who is not in love with me that she is carrying my twins. My twins? Oh lord!” he whispered within himself, stared at the ceiling thoughtfully and whispered on, “I am doomed! Is she going to believe me? Is she not going to clench on my dick and rip it off for ruining her luxurious marriage? How do I go about this? Karma knows it wasn’t my intention to fuck her let alone get her pregnant! But I rejected the offer! I did!” he broke down in tears, “I did!”
“Steve ! Steve!” Aku called and interrupted his thought.
“A minute ma’am!” he replied from the toilet, pocketed the condom, washed his face and dashed out.
“Are you Ok?” she asked, grinned and had one last draw at her cigar.
“Yes , ma’am – I am okay. Yeah! Yeah!” he stuttered, stretched the hem of his cloth to remain bold.
She dimmed her eyes thoughtfully and said, “Something tells me Mr. President played a fast one on me. Probably he is tired of my pussy and wants a fresh one. He could have cooked up that fucking DNA result just to play his tricks on me. The heart of man is wicked and full of deceit.” She stood to her feet.”I want a nice shot, something more official. I need to tell the world what Mr. President did to me.”
“Um, ma’am I don’t think that is the right thing to do since he is not loud about the divorce. I suggest you keep calm and move on…”
“Keep shut, you cunt!” she snapped, “Haven’t you been reading the papers, social media? Information about our divorce has leaked. The news is everywhere! Every fucking person out there puts the blame on me, even they call me all sorts of names. I must respond otherwise it will seem I owned up to it!”
“OK, ma’am, okay, ma’am!” he affirmed and shook his head before rolling out his camera and tapes.
“It is not modeling as usual. I need a mature, sexy, photograph that could spit back at him and make him realize what he is missing. If you are fucking ready you tell me so I can change into something nice.”
“I am fucking ready,” he replied and blinked anxiously, wondering what would be her reaction if she should get to find out the twins in her womb belonged to him and not any Mr. President.
“Get me a nice black tuxedo and sleeves from the costume!” she ordered and lit another cigar.
“OK, ma’am!” he responded and dashed away to the costume department.
When he walked back through that door, he barged in on Aku all naked. with lacy G-string that flashed her well shaven pussy at him. He could see the enlargement of her breasts and widening of her waist.
“Ma’am are you going to keep the pregnancy?” he asked anxiously, focusing on her pink nutty nipples and thick pussy camel toes.
“I am going to keep it of course. I know what Mr. President is playing at me. He is not ready for babies now or perhaps he has got another pussy that traps his dick. The twins are his. You fucked me with condom. There is no way I could get pregnant for you. He has been the only one fucking me every single day and night with his raw dick. I am going to keep his twins. He will come back to his sense some day and realize his mistakes…” she broke down in years and sobbed.
Steve hastened to her side, “Perk up, ma’am perk up. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you the question. Put yourself together. I want to promise you I will be with you at this challenging moment of your life…I … still respect you.” He intended to say, “I still love you, but he avoided her thunder and brimstone.
“It is okay, Steve, let’s take the shots. I am going to scale through. Give me the tuxedo,” she demanded, took it and squeezed into the designers tuxedo.
“If you are ready let me know so I can roll my tape,” he said behind the camera.
They took several wonderful shots before she called it a quit, stripped before Steve and started nagging.
“I have never been pregnant in my life , but I can tell you this very one leaves me horny every single day,” she said, rubbed her stomach and locked eyes with Steve. “Do you have some time to spar? I want you to lick my pussy,” she begged, longing in her tone…