Jumoke - S01 E11

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Jumoke - S01 E11

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As she turned back to the kitchen, I could see that Jumoke was walking a little bow-legged, although she tried to hide it. I smirked smugly. I bet her body was still full of my cum.

“Jumoke, are you alright?” My mother’s icy voice asked inquisitively.

Our maid stiffened. “Ah, yes, okay, I fine, Madaam, just slip, fall down last night but I work, I go work to-day, no worry.”

“Hm. That’s good,” my mother acquiesced heartlessly as she took a sip of tea. “Don’t forget to clean the rugs after this and try to get the entire house mopped. You’ve put that off for far too long.”

“I – yes, Madaam,” Jumoke said meekly, helplessly. I knew she mopped the house last week. As I got up to leave and get to the bus, my woman gave me one last sultry, loving look before she disappeared into the kitchen.

****

For the next couple of weeks, our illicit mating continued unabated. We fucked every day like animals in heat right under my parents’ noses. Some days, it would be right after I got back home from school – I would find Jumoke, and she would take my hand, and we would go up to my bedroom or hers and tear off each others’ clothes. On other days, we would wait until night, and I would creep down to the maid room where Jumoke was always ready for me.

We never used protection, and my maid didn’t talk about her pregnancy fears again. I flooded her womb with my potent seed every single time, and sometimes two, even three times a fuck session.

She gave almost as good as she got and was nearly as insatiable as me. Each time I saw her, I fell more deeply in lust with her and saw her as even sexier and hotter than before. Rich girls like Funmi lost some of their appeal in the face of my slutty maid.

If it wasn’t fucking, Jumoke would suck me off and drink my cum, or love me for eating her out. Sometimes, we would 69. We had some close calls when one of my parents came home early, but mostly, we put ourselves in danger because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other even when they were around.

My bitch would wear sexier clothes for me during the day – tight tanks, short shorts, clothes that showed off her body, but only just enough that my parents wouldn’t take too much notice. My mother gave a few disapproving stares, but this was Port Harcourt, and, according to her, Jumoke ‘was a loose girl’. Whatever the fuck that meant.

There were stolen kisses when Jumoke and I had a moment alone. My hands on her breasts, her squeezing my big cock. A teasing grind or a grab of an ass. The worst was when we thought we were alone in the kitchen while my dad watched a movie in the parlour, but he walked in on us to get a beer when I had my hand jammed down in Jumoke’s panties, my fingers fucking her needy little cunt.

I pulled them out when I heard his footsteps behind me. Luckily, my back was to him before he saw anything, putting my love juice-slicked fingers into my pocket as I pretended to have a conversation with my lover.

While we fucked incessantly, our relationship was almost purely sexual. We didn’t talk much, apart from her sweetly asking me to do my homework, how was my day, and other bullshit that always turned into sex.

Then we just kind of do our own things, her back to work, me fucking around but increasingly doing school. Sometimes, we would watch TV together, kind of like a real boyfriend and girlfriend, with her head on my shoulder.

****

One morning, I came down to breakfast to see my parents at the table. Jumoke was there pouring my mother tea. My maid looked tired – I wasn’t surprised after we fucked four times in one session last night. I don’t know what was up with this chick – it seemed like her sex drive was only increasing. We exchanged a furtive lover’s look as I sat down.

My parents made small talk about bullshit as Jumoke brought out another plate of eggs from the kitchen.

“Chizi, you’re doing a little better at school, aren’t you?” Mother asked sceptically but not disapprovingly. “I’ve been hearing positive things from your teachers. I’m not going to ask why you’ve started to give a shit. I just hope it lasts. We need to concentrate on getting your grades up so your WAEC results look at least halfway decent…”

There was a slight rattle of plates as Jumoke suddenly set down the pitcher of orange juice she was holding, put her hands to her mouth, eyes wide, and scampered off into the kitchen. There was an awkward silence as we heard her bathroom door slam shut and the muffled sound of Jumoke throwing up.

I smiled darkly, proudly, hiding it in my hand as I leaned on an elbow. I felt a quiet thrill of fulfilment. My dick was as hard as a rock.

“Oh dear,” my mother frowned with little empathy. “Is she sick?”

No, she’s fucking pregnant. With my child.

Jumoke coughed and padded back in a few minutes later, looking worried and apologetic. She was staring at me.

Neither of my parents looked up from what they were doing. My dad at least let out a half-assed ‘hmm’ of concern.

“Jumoke, does this mean you need to take the day off?” Mother sighed heartlessly.

“No no no, Ma-daam, I dey okaay,” Jumoke frowned. “It’s only tha  I eat bad food, feel okay now. I work.”

Mother shrugged and went back to her tea. Jumoke wouldn’t stop looking at me with her dark eyes as I left for school, her hand lightly resting on her abdomen.

I was horny as fuck for the rest of the day, knowing for certain now that my maid was pregnant. I knew I knocked her up after our first night together. I had an almost constant boner throughout the school day, thinking about Jumoke’s belly and breasts getting big and sexy.

She avoided me when I got back home, gently brushing me off and telling me that she had too much work – that I should study, and tonight, ‘tonight we do’. I shared an awkward kiss with her before she went back to work. Maybe she was having a hard time coming to grips with carrying the child of her employer’s 19-year-old son.

That night, Jumoke reluctantly let me into her bed. She started out cold, sulking so much that I thought she might try to throw me out, but once I began to pleasure her, to fuck her like she needed to be fucked, the sex became needier. Wilder. Animalistic. Angry, even. My maid remembered why she had given herself to me and let me breed her, why we rutted every night.

I knew she was frightened and conflicted about her burgeoning pregnancy, but as I took her from behind, my chest on her slinky, sinuous back, and she thrashed beneath me, I dared to release my hand from around one of her large, sweaty knocking breasts and caress her flat stomach.

She came immediately and hard, her cunt muscles rippling and convulsing around my fat cock. Jumoke moaned whorishly into the night as my pelvis slammed into her ass, my palm holding her belly possessively.

Her arms gave out, and she slumped forward to her elbows, hand sliding over mine at her stomach as she panted and grunted lightly with each of my thrusts. I came soon after, splashing against her cervix and filling her already-fertilized womb. We lay back against each other, me still inside and spooning gently, teasing out two more small, convulsive orgasms in Jumoke before I pulled out and relaxed next to her on my back.

When Jumoke had got her breath back, she curled into me, nestling her head in the crook of my arm, looking up at me strangely. Love and lust and who knew what else. My woman pursed her cocksucking lips in a coy little smile at me as she sat up and snaked her hand around my softening cock and stroked it adoringly.

“When I was a small girl, before I move to the city, I live in Kano,” Jumoke purred, watching my dick slowly fatten and harden under her ministrations with delight. “Many horses in the village where I live…get dick like this.” She gave me a squeeze.

“One day I see when man horse fuck lady horse, fuck her like you fuck me, ah? Wit you big diick. All the other horse want fuck her but him not let them, they fight. Then he keep fuck her, she get big belly, get so preg-nant. Every year same, he keep her preg-nant, make many strong baby.”

Jumoke made soft feminine ‘mm’ as she admired my cock, which was now standing straining, huge and engorged, her vulgar village story making me fully erect.

My maid pumped my cock gently with both of her small hands, making me groan.

“Now you make me pregnant,” she frowned gently, more teasingly now than truly upset. Unsure. “I told you not to but your diick too strong, fuck me too good, make my pussie want it too, ah? Now I making baby for you.”

My cock pulsed and throbbed at her words.

“You always want this, I see it,” my woman whispered.

“Yeah baby,” I murmured, leering up at her lazily, affectionately. “I want you pregnant.”

God it sounded good to say it aloud.

Jumoke bit her bottom lip and gave me a hard, almost painful tug before stopping. She looked down at me seriously, hands on her still-toned, sexy flat stomach.

“You say I get pregnant you go care for me…how you go do that?” my maid asked me with a growing frown, voice demanding. “How you go do when I get belle and Sir-Madaam see am? I go get sacked, no one go let me work them! I go back village…Chizi, you no undastand -“

“Shhh…” I murmured as I got up behind my lovely bitch, pressing my torso into her sweaty brown ultra-feminine back. I kissed her neck, my arms sliding up her sides calmingly, just like I had done when we first started this.

My cock wedged insistently against the crack of her sweet ass, my hands moving to caress her breasts as I held her there. Jumoke was upset, screwing up her face and squinting her eyes as she glared back at me. She breathed a sound of protest through her nose as she squirmed to get away, not thinking I was taking this seriously.

“I’ll marry you,” I crooned in her ear.

That disarmed her immediately. My maid melted in my arms at that kind of commitment.

“I’ll marry you.” I said again.

“You…marry me? You want me to be your wife?” Jumoke said softly, disbelievingly. “You mommy daddy won’t want – ”
“It doesn’t matter what they want. We’ll do it without them knowing, okay?”

I tried to explain to her as simply as I could. “People will know we’re married after I finish school. Until then, you’re my secret wife. Then, we will travel to Lagos. Then we’ll have lots of babies together.”

I really pulled it out of my ass. I didn’t intend on marrying her, or taking her Lagos, or anything. I just didn’t want her running away.

“Jumoke,” I whispered against her ear, kissing her cheek, moving my hands from her breasts down atop her hands over her stomach, my cock throbbing against her backside. Knowing I had power over her. “Be my wife.”

After a long silence, I could hear Jumoke purr. She closed her eyes, and her dark lips curved up into a little oriental smile. It was just what she needed to hear. She didn’t have much choice either.

“Mmm…yes, I go be your wife.”

My maid turned her face into mine, and we began to kiss, long and passionately.

“I have all you bay-bee forever, be good wife for you.” Jumoke hissed between kisses, putting her hand on my cheek. “I give you many baby…”

She tenderly broke from our embrace and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs for me, smiling up with love and lust. Jumoke knew how much this kind of talk turned me on. I grinned down at her, sliding into her easily to the hilt and drawing a shudder and a moan from my new slut-wife.

As we rocked back and forth, fucking, she moaned out everything I always wanted to hear. Yoruba moaned between thickly accented English:

“Mm…get me preg-nant, Chizi…make your wife give you bay-bee. I wan make bay-bee for you.”

“UNN! I love your long diick…I wan you cum make me preg-nant…”

“Give me the belly to have you bay-bee…”

“Fuck your dirty wife…haaan…you little pregnant wife…”

And then, what I should have expected but was unprepared for nonetheless.

“I love youuuu…”

I came in her as hard as I ever had, filling her conquered womb with cum until it spilled out between her thighs. I wanted to make her even more pregnant than she was now and somehow give her twins.

****

Over the coming weeks, I admired my maid as she began showing signs of her inevitable, illicit pregnancy. Her puffy areolas darkened to and slowly grew to almost twice their size, nipples engorging to even longer, fatter teats. In that time, Jumoke’s breasts swelled to another full cup size, to a DD, as they ripened and prepared to produce milk for our secretly gestating offspring.

She complained quietly of her tits being tender in the beginning, but this passed along with the morning sickness. Jumoke’s nipples became more sensitive and stayed that way. I grew obsessed with her pregnant breasts and worshipped them with my hands and mouth whenever we were alone.

My seed had taken root, and I was deliciously conscious that I was the cause of this, that I was the one that was making her nubile body become that of a lewd, unbelievably sexy young woman.

Jumoke’s now too-small bras became troublesome for her, and there was a period before she bought new ones that the engorged stubs of her fat, pregnant breasts and outlined areolas pushed obscenely against the thin layer of her tops, driving me mad. We fucked all the time. If anything, she had gotten hornier. Needier.

I started saying shit like I loved her. Why not? Maybe I did.

I saved up my allowance for a little while to buy my woman something, all part of my plan to keep her in the house while she carried to term.

One night, Jumoke was riding me as I lay back on her bed, looking up to watch my woman bounce up and down wantonly along my huge shaft in utter ecstasy. Her swollen breasts were heaving deliciously as she crouched over me, hanging down with her engorged, elongated dark brown nipples that just begged to be suckled. Jumoke’s eyes were closed, her young face transfixed with pleasure at our fucking. She could take all of me easily now. The giant length and girth of my potent penis was the only thing that could satisfy the hungry, pregnant pussy between her legs now.

Even her pussy had changed with her budding pregnancy and deepening depravity. Her labia lips had swollen and darkened. Jumoke’s small hands were supporting her on my chest as she fucked me with almost violent lust, leaning back in an arch to show me her hot, sweating body in the low light of her room. I admired every curve as I held her in place by her hips, my eyes roaming down her body from her neck to her tits to her abdomen.

At first, I thought it might have been a trick of the light, but that night was the first time I saw Jumoke start to show. Her body was so slender, so nubile that even the slightest change was pretty prominent – I could see a gentle swell. God, it was so fucking sexy on her.

I smiled deep and satisfied, aroused beyond belief, as my hands went to stroke over her little bump. It wasn’t much, just over a month, but I loved it. Her skin felt firm and taut as my fingers traced over where our young was developing. It turned my mare on, too.

“Our baby growing…” Jumoke grunted huskily, putting a hand over mine on her stomach. “Auh…Fuck me, hus-baand…look what you did, ah? You make me preg-naant, make me mommy…unhmmm…”

We fucked like cave people that night, lost in each other’s bodies. I lost count of the times she came; I filled her about three times with my cum, her pregnant pussy insatiable. When at last I fucked her to sleep, Jumoke lay there, a sweaty, cum-covered sexy tangle of hair and limbs. She was smiling as she slept curled on her side.

I watched her tenderly before I pulled a ring out from my pants on the floor, sliding it onto her finger. It wasn’t much. I bought it from a little shop in the Mall with a hundred thousand naira of what I had saved up. I didn’t know if the diamond was real, but the gold band probably was. It looked the shit, like an actual engagement ring.

Before I left for my room, I looked back, watching her sleep.

Was I falling in love with our maid?

****

The next morning, Jumoke was smiling and humming to herself in shorts and a hoodie as she went about the morning chores. She was wearing my ring, tugging it, admiring it in the light. When she saw me come down, it was all she could do to keep herself from running to me. Instead, she waited until I was almost done with my breakfast and called me into the kitchen.

“Chizi, you come here please, I fix your clothes like you want, you see I do okay or not?”
I smirked as I drifted into the kitchen and then the laundry room. Jumoke was waiting for me with a big village girl smile. She leapt up onto me, wrapping her long legs around my waist and showering me with kisses, murmuring sweet nothing in between.

I felt the tiny roundness of her growing belly barely presses between us. The warm crush of her swelling breasts felt incredible. Her pussy was already hot as she ground onto my hardening cock. Jumoke had zero fear of us being caught. She kissed me hungrily, attacking me with her mouth, her arms wrapped around my neck. My pregnant maid stared intensely into my eyes, panting open-mouthed, nose to mine as we kissed. She loved me. We made out until Mother called my name from the other room that the school bus was coming.

Reluctantly, Jumoke decoupled from me and fixed her hair and shirt. I awkwardly tried to shift my boner so it didn’t look so obvious.

“I love you, Chizi,” she whispered, hand on my chest. “I wait for you on my bed…”
I was living every teenage male’s dream.

****

Over the coming weeks, I watched Jumoke’s belly swell with unquenchable lust and smug alpha male satisfaction. At just about 2 months, her small bump was already deliciously prominent and sexy – proof of my potency and her fertility. She wore the same tight-fitting tanks and cute little shorts every day at work, prancing around the house with her obviously rounding, growing belly.

Though still small, it was all the more apparent on her slinky, curvy frame.

At first, Jumoke started wearing blouses, loose shirts and hoodies to hide it, but I discouraged her from this. My parents needed to find out eventually; I selfishly needed to see the product of our frenzied, urgent breeding around the house. She began stroking her burgeoning little stomach lovingly – sometimes lasciviously when I was around, followed by a squeeze or caress of her big breasts. She knew how much it turned me on. More than once, it was a ‘come hither’ for me to fuck her soundly, up against a wall, on a sofa, or even the ground.

I loved pulling her shirt up and exposing her little pregnant bump, running my hand over the little swell of her growing belly, and knowing that it was me that fucked it into her.

My parents were clueless. Too absorbed in themselves, they barely noticed our pregnant maid walking around, her little belly carrying their half-breed grandchild. Jumoke was happier than I had ever seen her in the year she had worked for us. Her skin was prettier, her hair nicer and more lustrous in her early pregnancy.

The love and lust my she had for me was hard for the girl to contain. She had not only accepted her new place in life as my wife and maid, but embraced it.

We fucked now more than ever, our steamy, secret nights filled with the whorish moans and depraved grunts of my pregnant maid as I fucked her cunt senseless while my parents slept upstairs. I loved looking down to see her holding her little belly, stroking it, hissing and gnashing her teeth with closed eyes as we fucked.

She locked her long brown legs around me while her bump and breasts heaved, skin glistening with sweat. I longed for her as she rode me, seeing her vulgar, delicious, skinny, pregnant curves bounce up and down in the low light of the maid’s room.

But more than anything, I loved fucking her from behind and seeing her little gravid belly hang below her with her enlarging breasts while she was on her hands and knees. It was so animalistic, so sexy seeing her like that. One night, a few weeks past her third month, we were at it again just like that, sweat beaded and dripping from Jumoke’s elongated nipples and perfect little baby belly as I took her like the bitch she was, my palm possessively over her globe of flesh.

“UNH! How do you like being pregnant, huh? You love that I made you like this, don’t you?” I growled, leaning down to Jumoke’s ear as I bottomed out inside her.

She gasped, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“I love…love be you pregnant wife…carry you baby…I am your slut, fuck me husbaand…uhunnn…my body belong you…AUUGH!”

I fucked her until her bitch-moans and screams of pleasure faded into whimpers and mewls into the pillow, her body slumping, ass raised in the air. When I was done, she was gasping for breath, quaking now and again, hand protectively resting on her little mound.

Her thighs were a sticky mess of my cum – every night, she had to change the sheets. I knew it was extra work for her, but I didn’t hear her complaining. Her shallow navel was already starting to pop out – I loved it.

I got down and kissed and licked my woman’s little pregnant belly, drawing a quiet moan of happiness from her. I slid up against her, suckling on a fat dark teat before I felt her little bump press firmly against my stomach. Jumoke giggled in a blissful, supremely exhausted way.

“I am so happy…” she murmured, putting her hands on my cheeks to pull me into a kiss.