Epilogue: Settling In

Molly the Maid necessitated a little change in domestic arrangements. A bigger apartment, with a master bedroom, guest bedroom for Molly, and one destined to be a nursery. Lois Lane's pregnancy test came back positive, and the doctor confirmed it. Still, having three adults in the house required adjustments on all of their parts.

Lois awoke in the night to the feel of rough hands spreading oil on her soft stomach. She was only eight weeks along, and there was only the barest of protuberances yet...the slightest swelling of the abdomen...but Molly was more than diligent with the cocoa butter. In the darkness, the reporter laid still, listening to the huff of the maid's breath. Their skinny little maid had been filling out herself, thanks to regular meals, but the reporter had noticed she had been pushing Lois to finish everything on her plate...and the pregnant woman didn't doubt that Molly's pregnancy fetish went deeper than she had realized.

Beside her, Blaze spoke in the darkness.

"Molly. Prepare us both."

A shiver went up the pregnant woman's spine. It might have been her imagination, but she swore she felt the collar tighten on her neck. Molly, excited even though she had been busted, clambered onto bed. Lois felt the oily fingers slide down between her legs. No pubic hair—one of Molly's duties was to keep Lois shaved and clean at all times, and it had become a little ritual for them both, Lois spreading her legs as she leaned against the sink, Molly bringing the pink razor down , splashing on the aftershave, giving the clit a little kiss.

The wet schluck-schluck-schluck of Molly's mouth on Blaze's cock filled the darkness. The soft dick growing hard in the maid's hot little mouth. Even if the oily fingers weren't squirming in her twat, Lois had no doubt that just the sound of their maid sucking the dickgirl off would get her wet...and Lois remained still, hardly daring to breathe, waiting....waiting...and then Blaze turned over, belly touching Lois Lane's, and Molly kissed each of those balls in turn as she guided the cock into the pregnant woman's wet slit.

Blaze gave an appreciative moan as she thrust into the reporter beneath her...and Lois wondered what Molly was doing today. Sometimes, Lois knew, she liked to suck on Angelica's balls. Other times, her tongue or fingers attacked the dickgirl's ass. More often, these days, she simply stuck out her tongue and licked at cock and cunt, stuffing her face in between their thighs, feeling the slap of the balls on her, **** to taste cum and pussy all at once, mingled together.

Lois felt the dickgirl's mouth against her own. Fewer strokes this morning, and more grinding. Spreading their legs wide to give Molly better access. The slut moaned, rubbing her own clit. The reporter couldn't suppress a grin, thinking about how Molly would have to wash the sheets again. Blaze's lips pressed again her teeth.

Yet Lois had something else she wanted to ask Angie...

"Do you want to give her a little treat today?"

The dickgirl's finger grabbed at the reporter's collar and tugged it.

"Are you sure?" Blaze's voice came from the dark above her. "It could be dangerous."

"I think she likes the danger," Lois whispered. "And I'm not jealous."

She couldn't see Blaze's grin, but she could hear the smile in her voice. "Liar."

Yet Blaze suddenly moved hard. Thrusting fast, pounding hard. Using her hands to hold the reporter's legs apart wide. Too hard and fast for Molly to really keep up, not without getting Blaze's ass smashed in her face over and over...and then Angie pushed in deep and grunted, cock throbbing, balls drawn up as the night's cum was unloaded in the pregnant woman's twat.

"What a waste," Angie said aloud, in a theatrical voice. "All this potent sperm, and I've wasted it on this already knocked-up cunt. It would be a terrible shame if some unimpregnated slut didn't get the benefit of it."

She pulled out...and Lois grabbed her ankles, pulling her ass off the bed so as not to spill a drop.

"Molly..." the reporter said. "Come and get it."

With trembling, pathetic eagerness the maid dragged herself up until her pussy was practically touching Lois Lane's. Eager fingers scooped gobs of fresh, hot cum from the reporter's nasty cunt to the redhead's dripping slit...and Lois watched this pantomime, shivering in excitement.

In truth, the odds that Molly would actually get pregnant that way was slim...but good help was so hard to find, and Lois was already thinking it might be nice to have a wetnurse when her baby came.

"Thank you mistress!" the eager young woman said as sperm-slick fingers slid as deep as they could into her cunt.