Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: She's Pregnant!
Part: 14 of 17
Universe: She's Pregnant!
Summary: I went out to find a hooker for Manny's birthday -- and got a LOT
more than I bargained for!

Keywords: MF MFF MM oral anal voy humil exhib cuck ir

She's Pregnant!

Chapter 14

	Wednesday morning went more or less as predicted.  The alarm nearly
killed me, it hurt my head so bad; I have no idea how I made it to bed.  One
of the girls called in for me -- and when the boss wanted to hear it from me,
I managed to croak something into the phone.  Someone pumped me full of
ibuprofen and water and made me a virgin mary or two -- I don't know who,
because I couldn't bear to open my eyes.  I wanted to cry like a baby, my
head hurt so bad; I stuck my face between someone's titties and tried to
sleep.  It was three in the afternoon before I approached being human.  I got
up to pee and decided to shower -- but I couldn't.  After some discussion,
Cheryl ran me a tub full of water and I took a bath -- and she and Darla
washed me like I was an invalid.  Then they dragged me back to bed and tried
to get food down me.  Donna and Faye came in and stood in the doorway looking
worried.  "They're upset that you're sick," Carmen related.

	"I'll be fine, and you can't catch it," I croaked, and waved them
over.  They crawled into bed and snuggled up and we watched cartoons for a
while, the volume down low.  All three of us fell asleep.

	The next time I awakened, it was dark.  Luz brought in dinner on a
tray -- soup and sandwiches -- and I sucked it down with a fairly good
appetite.  "Next time I decide to get drunk, hand me a switch and bend over
the couch so only my conscience hurts and not my head," I grunted.

	"That would just make things worse," Darla opined from the doorway.

	"Probably."

	"We're headed out," Darla announced.  "Evelyn is in, too.  Ted is
answering phones.  They're not to disturb you for anything short of an
emergency.  Yell for Carmen if you need anything."

	"About Carmen..."

	"She's fine, Boss.  Don't worry about it."

	So I stayed in the bedroom.  God knows I didn't want beer.  I got up
to pee a couple of times and watched TV, but it was boring.  Carmen brought
the little ones in to look in on me and kiss me good night, then took them
off to bed.  I was snoozing when Carmen came back in, wearing a nightgown.
This rig wasn't filmy lingerie, but it wasn't flannel, either; I took notice.
"Do you need anything?" she asked.

	"No..."

	"Are you sure?"  She came close and bent over and my eyeballs were
trapped between her hanging breasts.

	"N--no."

	Carmen's eyes got a liquid glow to them, "Do you WANT anything?"

	"Isn't this where we were the other night?" I croaked.  "I'd have
thought that the stuff that happened in between then and now would have put
an end to that."

	"I learned some things," Carmen said softly.  "I had... romantic
ideas.  And I didn't really understand how it is between men and women."

	"Oh?  How is it, then?"  If she kept talking, I would manage to find
a reason to send her away, right?

	She settled onto the bed beside me, on top of the covers.  It removed
her cleavage from directly under my eyeballs, but she was very close, leaning
against my arm.  The nightgown rode up, exposing a lot of thigh.  "Men
protect women from the outside world; they give them things and are
responsible and take care of them.  Women take care of men..."

	"That sounds like the 1950's, Hon," I argued.  "Most people would say
you haven't caught on yet.  Nowadays, women are actualized.  All of my girls
work outside the home."

	"But who protects them out there?" Carmen replied.  "Who gives them a
place and worries about their health and handles all of the things that make
it worthwhile?  Who looks at the big picture?  They could be on street
corners and in jail and have no money even though they work and have no way
to go to the doctor..."  Carmen waved.  "This roof over their heads -- you
paid for that, didn't you?"

	"They're paying me back," I argued.

	"Yes, but your responsibilities grow all the time," Carmen pointed
out.  "Soon Darla and Luz will have babies -- and you already protect Donna
and Faye.  There are other ways of paying a person back besides money -- and
other ways of being responsible besides agreeing to pay.  You assume much
responsibility for things that are not strictly your problem -- and you do it
freely."

	"I'm a sucker."

	"You are a good man," Carmen argued.  "We owe you our loyalty and our
love and respect -- and if you have to remind us sometimes, that is OUR
fault!"

	"You have a job here, Honey -- you get room and board and a little
money and what you do is well worth it -- you don't owe me anything," I
replied.

	"I don't agree.  Darla and Luz and Cheryl don't agree.  I owe you
more."  She paused.  "Very soon, I was going to be trying to do what they are
doing -- and I would not have been good at it and I would have fallen into
the hands of bad men, drugs, and death."

	"You can thank Cheryl."

	"You didn't have to accept me."

	"I had no reason to say no.  I don't want sex from you because you
think you owe me," I erupted, seeing the way out.

	"I do not offer sex for that reason," Carmen replied.  "But I do
offer my loyalty and respect -- even love, if you will accept it."

	"Okay."  No sex?  Damn.  I wanted it, even though I didn't see how I
deserved it.  I was fighting her on it -- but I wanted to lose.

	She half-turned toward me and took my chin in her hand so I would
look at her.  "I offer sex because I want it."

	"Well, that's different," my mouth said before I got control of it.

	Her eyelids drooped.  "I thought it might be."  She rolled up on her
knees and one hand and used the other to hold my head and make sure our lips
made proper contact.  I threw my hands up and made to push her away -- but my
hands were doing more pulling and caressing than pushing.  I bunched the
nightgown under her armpits so I could get to skin and found ribs and a pair
of big, hanging titties...  A voice in the back of my head said, 'You weren't
going to do this...'  but it got shouted down immediately.  Then I was
feeling everything in reach and she was moaning into my mouth and we were
scooting down so we could press ourselves closer together.  The next thing I
knew, her legs were over my elbows and I was gasping, "This is probably gonna
hurt, but it won't last," and she nodded, looking up at me with huge, glowing
eyes that watered a bit when I plunged into her, but rapidly recovered.  And
I went nuts, pounding away, but she moaned and gasped and made faces and
clutched herself to me and made unmistakable sounds at least three times
before the whole top of my head came off and I poured a quart of little
wigglers into her swollen teenage snatch.  Okay, it was probably more like a
quarter cup, but it was a lot...

	Somebody applauded, and somebody said, "Well, THAT'S out of the
way..." -- Cheryl, it was.  She came forward and asked Carmen,  "So how was
it?"

	"Incredible!  Simply incredible!" Carmen gasped.  Darla made herself
visible, too, grinning, as well as Luz.

	"Bigger beds, Boss.  We need bigger beds," Luz announced.

	"What time is it?" I asked.

	"Around midnight," Darla replied.  "We're all in for the night."

	"How did it go?"

	"Not bad -- three or four hundred apiece, plus the invoices."

	"Okay."

	"Want us to find somewhere else to sleep?" Darla offered.

	"No, I probably tore Carmen up," I replied, eyeing her to see if she
would disagree.  She didn't.  "I imagine you want to stay and cuddle, though,
huh?"

	"See?  Bigger beds!" Luz insisted.

	"Let's wait and see," I cautioned.

	"I'm going to sleep in my room, I think," Cheryl announced, gave me a
kiss, and wandered off.  I ended up with Darla on one side, Carmen cuddled up
tight, and Luz beyond Carmen.

	In the morning, Darla got up with me and made me coffee and a light
breakfast.  "Luz is right -- we need bigger beds."

	"I doubt it," I replied.  "Carmen won't be staying."

	"You underestimate yourself, Donnie," Darla insisted.  "She's gonna
want a lot of your attention -- and you enjoy giving it."

	"I have plenty of girls..."

	"Luz and I were the luck of the draw, Donnie," Darla insisted, "Even
Cheryl was.  But you wanted Carmen the moment you laid eyes on her -- and it
was mutual."

	"She's too young."

	"Bullshit."

	"I don't think two king beds will fit in that room," I replied,
backing off.

	"We'll take some measurements."

	At work, I found it telling that Mike wasn't planning another huge
poker party -- but he did ask after Ted and Evelyn.  "They're...
adjusting..." I said carefully.

	"Man, I might be evil or something, but I REALLY wanted to rub ol'
Ted's nose in it..." Mike muttered.

	I eyed him for a moment.  "Talk to Evelyn.  You realize that
something like that isn't going to be flat rate, right?  If you're willing to
kick out for it, she might let you have your fantasy.  It might cost a bit,
though."

	"Really?"

	"Yeah.  Depends, though, on how far you want to go.  If you want to
get REAL personal -- say, with Ted, even..."

	"Oh, Man..."  Mike wandered off, muttering to himself.

	Mike called that night; I forwarded him to Evelyn, who called me
back, after.  "We're on for tomorrow night," she said.  "Both of us."

	"Think he's ready?"

	"It's almost better if he's not."


	Just because Mike wasn't doing poker didn't mean others weren't -- in
fact, the Friday night vacancy led to two smaller parties on Friday and one
on Saturday as others rushed to fill the gap.  Friday night, I dispatched
Darla and Cheryl to poker parties while Luz handled 'normal' traffic -- a
couple of short 'cleaning' calls.

	Evelyn and Ted came in about eleven -- and Ted was blubbering.
"What's up?" I asked.

	"Mike paid for two of us for four hours," Evelyn related, "and he got
his money's worth.  There were three of them.  I got three good fucks and
gave head a couple of times, and Teddy ate a couple of creampies and sucked
one load from the source -- but I think what REALLY has him going is the fact
that he blew a nut with a cock up his ass again."

	Ted howled, "Evvie!  Oh, Gawd!!!" -- and REALLY started blubbering!

	Evelyn sighed and said, "He needs some TLC, but right now, I just
don't have it in me."

	"I've got no one on site but Carmen," I related.  "I don't see him
wanting to cuddle up to me."

	"Well, she IS the babysitter," Evelyn giggled.

	"No promises," I grunted.

	I led them upstairs.  I'd deliberately kept Ted banished, but he
probably got the point by now.  Carmen was sitting in the living room in her
nightgown and seeing Ted didn't thrill her.  I introduced them, saying,
"Carmen, this is Evvie's little boy Teddy.  Teddy is unhappy because a big,
bad man fucked him up the ass and made him like it..."  Ted lit off again.
"Teddy needs some TLC, but Evvie fucked three guys bowlegged and doesn't have
the energy or patience for it right now, so she's asking if you would mother
him for a bit."

	Carmen blinked at me.  "You're kidding, right?"

	"Well, no, actually.  Teddy needs to stick his nose between a couple
of big titties and have his head patted while he gets told he's actually a
good boy -- and you have the biggest titties in the house..."

	"You don't want me to..." Carmen began.

	"Wouldn't think of it, Babe.  Just mother him," I cut her off.

	"Ted, come here," I bid, crooking a finger.  "Go tell Mama Carmen all
about it.  Don't get any ideas, because she's just like your mama -- she
doesn't dole out pussy to you -- just hugs and a shoulder to cry on,
understand?"

	"Yes, Don."

	"Git.  Carmen, we'll probably be right here, but if we aren't and he
isn't behaving himself, you yell and I'll stomp his scrawny ass -- okay?"

	"Okay..."  Carmen looked nervous, but patted the couch beside her...

	Evelyn and I settled into my recliner to watch; it was hilarious in
some ways.  Ted put his head in Carmen's lap and blubbered and Carmen rubbed
his back and asked questions like, "Did it hurt?"  I sat rubbing Evelyn's
titties under her blouse, watching, until Ted quieted down.  Once he started
looking cried out, Evelyn gave me a kiss, got up, and collected him, saying,
"Come on, Teddy, let's get you home and into bed."  I saw them out, then went
back to Carmen.

	"That was strange..." she muttered.

	"Yeah.  I'm sorry, Hon -- I never anticipated that.  If the little
shit ever touches you inappropriately, I'll cut his balls off -- this wasn't
about you giving him sex.  Evelyn has probably had it up to her neck with
him."

	"I understand.  Can I crawl into your lap?"

	"Yes you can, Hon.  I don't promise to be good, though."

	"I don't want you to," Carmen replied, smiling saucily.

	Darla came in to find Carmen learning how to give head; she got down
beside her and coached until I unloaded and left her nothing to work with.
Luz came in and went right to bed; I considered that serious so I went in to
talk to her and discovered that her last call had been somewhat more than the
anticipated simple call; there had been four guys and they'd been good and
they'd paid up, but they'd turned her every which way but loose.  "Next time,
you call and we'll do something," I told her.  "I can't have you getting hurt
out there, even if no one means for it to happen."  Luz nodded and went on
off to sleep.  Cheryl came in and I herded the girls into the bedroom and we
all went to sleep soon after.

	Saturday morning, I awoke to Carmen practicing her fellatio -- so I
pulled her up and rolled her over and poked her pussy, which made her
disposition sunny all day.  Luz was still under the weather, so we shuffled
things around and Cheryl took the card party and Darla and Evelyn took up the
slack with 'cleaning' calls.  Ted stayed home -- I liked that.

	Sunday, we had football.  Cheryl went out in a cheerleader uniform
that got rave reviews and Darla took a party, leaving Luz the regular working
calls.  This time, things didn't backfire.  But Mike called for Evelyn and
Ted again...

	They came back around eight and Ted was positively listless.  "What
happened?" I asked.

	"Mike's friend apparently raved about Teddy's ass," Evelyn related.
"I found out that I was only there to supervise; I lounged on the couch while
Mike had Teddy blow him and then Mike fucked him.  Teddy's having a hard time
seeing how this helps our relationship."

	I could see THAT, myself!  "What have you done for him?" I asked.

	"No much.  Cuddled him some, and tried to give him a pep talk."

	"Did you offer the boy some sex?"

	"Don, I just can't anymore," she replied.  "Thing have changed.  I
just... can't."

	"You can't just take him out to be somebody's bitch and leave it like
that," I insisted.

	"I can't fuck him either," Evelyn argued, "I get... nauseated."

	"Shit."  I called upstairs.  "Carmen, is Luz around?"

	"Yes."

	"Okay, good -- we're coming up.  You may have to shelter the girls
somewhere.  Teddy's along."

	"Yes, Don."

	Upstairs, I explained things to Luz.  "Evelyn's last customer edited
her out of the equation totally and used Ted as his bitch.  Ted's head is
pretty fucked up.  He needs to be on the banging end of a piece of ass -- and
Evelyn has decided that the idea makes her ill."

	"Okay, I got it."  Luz took Ted into Cheryl's room and it took a
while to get things started, but the from the noise, Ted took the bit in his
teeth and went for the gusto.  Ted came out looking recharged; I asked Luz
quietly, "What happened?"

	"Even a little dick can be good if you have the control," Luz
replied.  "He's only a little small.  I know how to make my pussy snap.  He
knows he is still a man."  She watched them leave.  "They are not going to
make it."

	"Probably not," I agreed.

	"But she owes Ted.  WE owe Ted.  We may need to help him."

	"How?"

	"He may end up in the business.  We may need to send him out.  He can
do men the way he did tonight, or he can pamper women and be dominated."

	"So you're saying we may want to keep him on the payroll?" I said,
surprised.

	"Yes.  He could be valuable," Luz insisted.

	"Huh!  We'll see."


	Monday, we had Monday Night Football.  Luz went to Manny's -- not
because she didn't think she could handle a party, but because he asked for
her specifically -- something about 'bang for the buck.'  Darla and Cheryl
prepped themselves for parties -- but then we got a surprise...

	Manny called; I could tell he was on speaker.  "Don!  You gotta get
down herre, Man!  All Hell's broken loose!"

	I frowned, unable to fathom how THAT might happen between him and
Luz.  "What's up?"

	"Boss!  I made water!" Luz yelped.

	"Huh?"

	"I think she means her water broke, Man!  Suddenly the place is
soaking wet and she's hurtin'!"

	"Contractions?"

	"Yes, Boss.  The baby comes!"

	"Holy shit!"  Motherhood season was open!  "I'll be right down!
Manny, if you got to, call an ambulance..."

	"It's her first," Cheryl chimed in, "We've probably got hours."  She
turned to me.  "What do you know about this?"

	"Not a chicken, not a wing..." I said, shrugging.

	"Not a mother fucking thing!" Cheryl finished.  "Well, I've done it a
couple of times.  Why don't you call Evelyn in to handle my party and I'll
run this?  Ted can probably answer phones, worthless as he is..."

	"Right."  I stopped running in circles.  "We'll be right there, Luz!"

	"Okay, Boss!  Manny's gonna need a REAL cleanup!"

	"Yeah, we'll fix it..."  '... somehow...' I added to myself.

	I called Evelyn and she promised to tow Ted in and take over Cheryl's
call and Cheryl and I hit the street with a back seat full of towels.  Forty
minutes later, Luz was in Labor and Delivery at County General and I was
doing my best to fill out her admission forms for her.  "Who are you,
exactly?" the clerk asked.

	"I'm her employer -- but she lives with me, so I'm sort of in loco
parentis."  Cheryl nodded confirmation beside me.

	"Uh huh.  We need her medical records."  The clerk was dubious.

	"They're at the free clinic, I think."  THAT got me a look.  "Hey, I
only just got her health insurance!" I protested.

	"Here.  They're still open until nine.  Take this form in to Luz and
get a signature, then go get them."  Nodding, somewhat dazed, I went down to
where Luz was waiting and dilating and got her signature and gave her a kiss.
Cheryl took over bedside activities and I staggered out to the car and went
off to the free clinic.

	Gladys was on the desk.  "What's up?"

	"I need Luz's medical records."

	"Why?"

	"She's at County General."

	"What did you do to her?"

	"Nothing -- she's in labor."

	"Oh!"  She took a look at the release and got up and started digging
in the files.  "We haven't seen them..."

	"They've been off the street.  I'm running a home for unwed mothers,"
I replied.  "They're working, but it's outcall."  When Gladys eyed me over
her glasses, I shrugged.  "We needed money for medical insurance.  They had
to do SOMETHING, and it's the only thing they're good at."  Gladys thought
about it and nodded.  "Why don't you come up later and see her?" I offered.
That REALLY set Gladys back!

	"I...  I might just do that," she said hesitantly.

	"I'll tell Luz you're coming."  I signed for the records, snagged
them and took off at a run.

	It only took Luz four hours to pump out Raphael Donald Espinoza --
pussy control is big in these things, I'm told.  She'd have had to practice
by fucking an elephant, probably, but I guess toned is toned.  The kid looked
like Winston Churchill -- but they all do, even girls, at that age.  He had a
little hair already.  I was holding the little fucker gingerly when lo and
behold, Gladys wandered into Luz's room, joining the crowd of Darla, Cheryl,
and me.  She circled around and gave Luz a hug and asked, "So he's treating
you okay?"

	"Boss?  Boss is PERFECT!  Boss is superman!  Boss should wear cape!
I name baby after Boss!" Luz erupted.

	"Aw, shucks..." I mumbled.

	"Go away, Boss.  Give me baby and go outside.  We're going to talk
about you -- and you always make noises when that happens!" Luz declared.

	"Fine."  Holding babies was scary, anyway.  I went out to the waiting
area.

	Cheryl came out in a minute, her eyes twinkling.  "You should HEAR
the tales they're spinning -- all true, of course..."

	"Of course."  I rolled my eyes.

	After another couple of minutes, Gladys came out.  "Where do I find
one of you?" she asked.

	"I'm the only sucker I know," I said truthfully.

	"I hear you're spread kind of thin, too.  Got any available blocks of
time?"

	Was she coming on to me?  "Gee, I dunno.  Three to six a.m. might be
open."

	"Goody!  Bedtime!"  Holy shit, she WAS coming on to me!

	"Uh, I'll have my assistant look at my schedule," I said nervously.
I'd had her down as the nasty librarian type -- but there was some sultry
Italian in there, now that I looked...

	"What do you think of little Raphael?" she asked.

	"Well, he's competition for breast milk, but I'll overlook it."

	"Yeah, I hear you like hooters..."  The look she gave me said, 'I
have hooters...' clearly.  So did the shift of position to present them.  Had
she unbuttoned the top button of that blouse?  When?  She had a pair of
eighteen inch guns on her chest all right...

	I swallowed, my throat dry.  "It's one of my little quirks."

	Gladys reached out and caressed my cheek.  "You ARE cute!  Have your
assistant call me."  She swayed out.

	"I swear to God that is not the same woman..." I mumbled.

	Cheryl chuckled.  "The girls may have over-sold you.  THAT could
backfire..."

	"How?"

	"We could need a bigger bed."