Challenge Completed*

As we continued our routine, I spent more and more time under his desk while he was at work. I started dressing in a slutty secretary outfit and spending 8 hours a day in his office, kneeling at his feet under his desk with my lips wrapped around Master's beautiful cock. It was basically all I thought about these days. I had never been this horny in my life, and it was all day every day. Raging hormones and not having had a real orgasm in over a year left me constantly horny, and sucking his cock was the only relief available to me. Plus, I found that by doing this, I could often get 2 or even 3 loads of cum out of him during a single work shift, meaning I could get 4-5 per day. Which was great because I was having the strangest pregnancy cravings. The normal cravings like chocolate and other random food items of course. But I was also craving semen. I had an irresistible urge to eat his cum, on top of my normal sexual desire suck his dick and swallow his cum.

It wasn't long before my belly was too big to wear the belt anymore, and I had to rely on self-control from then on.

It wasn't too hard to keep my now sex-obsessed brain distracted from my pussy and avoid touching myself during normal life when I had clothes on. But probably the majority of my time was spent naked and servicing Master's cock. When I was doing that, my arousal was beyond ordinary comprehension, and my hands seemed subconsciously magnetized to my pussy. I just couldn't resist. But I really didn't want to lose all my progress at this point, so I took to handcuffing my hands behind my back. That did the trick but also increased the kinkiness of my sexretary role play, which just made me even hornier. I don't know if there is a maximum level of arousal and frustration that can be reached. But it seems to me that arousal is like a Shepard Tone, no matter how aroused I feel, I can always feel like I'm constantly and steadily becoming even more aroused and ****.

Listen to a Shepards Tone if you're curious: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzNzgsAE4F0

5 months later - Due Date

It was really coming down to the wire. The baby was due any day now and I still had a lot of dick sucking to do. And then one day, as I was giving the final blowjob that would provide me with the 500th load of cum that I needed, my water broke. I stopped blowing him and pulled off in surprise just as he came, giving him a ruined orgasm and coating my face in his cum. Our sexplay was quickly forgotten as we dealt with all the baby stuff.

On our first night back in our house with our new baby safely put to sleep, we finally felt ready to talk about the cum swallowing challenge as we snuggled in our bed.

"Technically, you only managed to swallow 499 loads of cum before the deadline. However, since I love you so much, I'll count it with a secret stipulation that you'll find out when you choose to have your orgasm."

"Thank you, sweetie," I said, "I think I'd like to save it for our anniversary. Won't that be romantic"

"Yeah, it sure will"

3 months later - Anniversary

Our first 3 months with a baby had been hectic and our routine was almost completely forgotten. I no longer spent any time under his desk. We rarely had time for afternoon sex anymore. But I always managed to find time to wake him up with a blowjob. However, on our anniversary, I woke up with an indescribable feeling between my legs. I was floating on clouds of ecstasy as I woke up and looked down to see my husband between my legs eating me out for the first time. Now, I don't have much to compare to since no one has ever eaten me out before, and it might help that I've received practically no stimulation down there for an entire year. But. I'm pretty sure my husband is actually Aphrodite's brother, the God of Cunnilingus.

But he's also a bastard. I was pretty close to what would have been the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had when he stopped.

"Food should be here soon. Wait here" he said and he turned and went downstairs.

I could have technically chosen to finish myself off at that point, but I knew he had something planned. And besides, I wanted him to be the one to give it to me.

He came back with a tray of breakfast foods and a rose, and we ate together in bed. We could hardly keep our hands off eachother. He kept reaching down to play with my clit and I kept fondling his penis. We swapped between making out and eating our decadant breakfast. My parents had offered to take over our parenting duties for the day, so we had the house to ourselves.

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have his cock in my pussy. I had to cum.

"Please fuck me" I begged him, moaning with my head pressed against his chest as he caressed my clit.

"Not yet," he said, "after dinner."

We went about our day and enjoyed our day alone together as a couple until dinner time, when he brought me a gift.