Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: She's Pregnant!
Part: 8 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 8

	Luz took real good care of me, feeding me and then making sure my
balls didn't take a night off to recover.  She was an energetic fuck, as
opposed to Darla, who was more slow and romantic.  She sucked me until I
could drive nails with my cock, then bounded on it like a pogo stick, making
happy noises until I hosed her insides down with it.  Afterwards, she draped
herself on my chest and fiddled with the fuzz there.  "Boss, you gonna make
babies with Luz?" she asked, looking up at me after a couple of minutes.

	I was caught flat-footed.  "Uuuhhh..."

	"You make babies with Darla, then?"

	"I hadn't really thought about it either way," I stammered.  "I mean,
there will BE kids...  You have one and Darla has one..."

	"They not yours."

	"They have to be someone's," I noted.  "Unless one of you gets
excited about another guy, I'll be the next thing they have to a daddy."

	Luz hugged herself to me.  "You're a good man, Boss."  She went to
sleep before I did, having pretty much freaked me out with her questions.


	In the morning, Luz begged me to poke her with my morning wood; I
started out numb, but gradually things got good as I smashed myself
repeatedly against her brown butt-cheeks.  I didn't exactly let go a gusher,
but the sensations that went with it were more than worth the effort.  Luz,
smiling hugely, waddled off to make my breakfast, leaving me wondering if she
was afraid that Darla had stolen my heart in her absence.

	I didn't see Darla until three p.m. in the lawyer's office; I don't
know whether Milo kept her that long or dropped her off and picked her up.
Thinking about it, it was probably the latter; she was wearing different
clothing.  We worked our way through the promissory note, Darla signing for
the company, then half an hour later, we used the money to buy the condos.
Last, but not least, we dragged our tails down to the mall and signed the
storefront leases, Milo picking up the one next to ours as promised.  Then we
went and picked up Luz and Cheryl and Evelyn -- and Ted -- and went out to
celebrate the new home of Maids Plus.  Cheryl brought the girls along, so we
kept it clean.  Milo drooled after Evelyn -- deliberately, in an effort to
set off Ted, I think -- but went home alone, after.

	We weren't a moment too soon locating a new place to live; the
security guard met us as we came in from our little party with and envelope
from the landlord, who had decided that me putting up two pregnant women in
my apartment somehow violated one of the terms of the lease.  What term,
specifically, wasn't mentioned -- probably because he couldn't put his finger
on it -- but he wanted us out.  Fine.  "Tommy, give me a sheet of paper, will
you?" I asked the guard.  I sat down right there and wrote out a note, words
to the effect that pursuant to his letter, I was giving my notice -- and
would expect my deposit and last month's rent when I'd moved out.  I had
Tommy photocopy it twice and kept one and asked Tommy to see to delivery of
one; I would mail the other from work.  Then I took my girls and went
upstairs to bed.  I was a little lit from the party, so we just went to
sleep.

	Friday morning I called Milo and related the incident; he said we
should take the landlord to court and screw him for acting discriminatory,
but I blew it off, preferring to wait and see what he did over my deposit.
Milo knew people; he got things moving and set up movers for Saturday during
the day.  The developer had gotten the new door in the hallway placed and the
lockset doors off the condos, but not much more than that; we decided that we
would concentrate our things in condo A as much as possible, only asking for
the pass-through doorway on the third floor to be put in ASAP.

	I was a little worried; we'd had some serious cash outlays and the
girls weren't particularly busy.  But Mike sidled up around noon and said,
"Hey, I know it's late, but can we do it again tonight?"  I called Darla, who
related that she had three jobs scheduled for Saturday, but nothing Friday
and all four girls were available, if I would watch Cheryl's kids.  I groused
that I wanted to play cards and Darla called Cheryl and she got a neighbor's
fourteen-year-old to babysit.  "She said she'd better make money!" Darla
related on the callback.

	"She will," I promised.  I went back to Mike.  "Same four?"

	Mike blinked.  "All four?"

	"Yeah, Evelyn started officially a couple of days ago.  Seems she and
Ted need money," I related.

	"Ted ain't playing," Mike mused.

	"Probably not," I agreed.

	"Still, it's a draw.  Yeah, all of 'em, for sure -- ESPECIALLY
Evelyn!"

	"You got it."  I relayed to Darla, who promised to marshal the
troops.

	"Donnie?  It might be smart to change up the wardrobe a little..."
Darla murmured.

	I rolled my eyes -- which she couldn't see on the phone, of course.
"Use the company card.  Don't go wild -- we need to turn a profit."

	Darla did as she was told; the girls turned up in an elaboration on
the previous week's outfit, not a new one.  They got stockings and garters
and little collars.

	Mike passed the word that Evelyn was going to be there and we ended
up with ten guys; something about sticking their dicks in another man's wife
had them going.  The party didn't have the tension to it the one the previous
week did, but it was looser and there were more guys and more of them wanted
to do more and  they were altogether less inhibited than they were with Ted
present.  A couple of them wanted pictures of themselves doing Evelyn
different ways, and pictures of Evelyn and Ted to prove that she was married;
I started out horrified, but Evelyn was game, fishing out a wedding picture
that Mike was able to scan and copy.  She charged fifty bucks extra for the
mementos, beyond the rate for whatever sex the client wanted -- and made a
bundle!

	It was a big night all around; the business officially made six
hundred and the girls averaged four hundred fifty apiece beyond that, not
including the additional two-fifty that Evelyn made.  Cheryl didn't whine a
bit over the situation, her primary comment being, "I wish I had an old man
to cuckold..."  Evelyn let me carry the sixty bucks she would have made on
the books as paid salary, having made ten times that, and went home happy.

	We all relaxed over a glass of wine at the old apartment, this
probably being the last night we would live there, and Cheryl mused after a
bit, "So you guys are all going to live in the new place?"

	"Yeah..."  Darla eyed her.

	"I'm a partner, right?"

	"Yeah..."  Clearly, Darla saw it coming; I know I did...

	"So why can't I live there?  It would save me rent money.
Besides..."

	"You have two little girls!" I finished for her.  Everybody laughed.

	"They love you -- you know that?" Cheryl asked me.

	"I'm everybody's huggy bear," I rumbled, pretending to be put upon by
the whole thing.

	"Cheryl, Donnie OWNS us.  He doesn't OWN you!" Darla objected.

	"Honey, he can't OWN you; he knows that, even if YOU don't," Cheryl
argued.  "Besides, what does that mean, exactly?  What is the difference?
What is the benefit to Don?  What is the benefit to you?"

	"Whatever Boss wants, Boss gets," Luz declared.  "This money stuff?
Boss owns.  Boss owns us, Boss owns money.  Boss owns ME!  Boss wants a fuck,
Boss gets a fuck -- no headaches, no bullshit.  Boss gets a fuck."

	Cheryl cocked her head.  "What do YOU get, Luz?"

	"I get Boss.  Boss good man.  Boss better man than my papa, better
man than my husband, better than Roscoe, LOTS better than Armenian!"

	"Okay, I get that," Cheryl nodded.  She eyed Darla, "You feel the
same way?"

	"More or less.  We'd be dead if it weren't for Donnie.  Our previous
owner was gonna have us killed for not making enough money on street corners.
Donnie is, well, better than we deserve."

	"So, if I were to move in..." Cheryl began.

	"You do what Boss says!" Luz erupted.  "You do Boss, you do FOR Boss
-- you be Boss' woman, like we are!  Maybe Boss not OWN you, but you not
better than us!"

	Cheryl recoiled a bit under Luz's vehemence.  "Don?"

	"I'm gonna let them run this," I announced.  "It will help keep peace
in the family if the three of you are on the same sheet of music."

	"Okay..."  Cheryl sat for a moment, eyeing Darla, who just shrugged
and waved at Luz.  She pursed her lips.  "This isn't bad.  You're a jewel,
Donnie, and sex is CERTAINLY not a problem.  The girls love you to death
already..."  She drew a breath, "I'm in."

	"Let's go to bed," Luz announced.  "Boss didn't get any at party.
You give up some ass to Boss -- he likes ass..."  She eyed Cheryl sidelong,
"And you don't."  Luz proceeded to direct a deliberate breaking-in of Cheryl;
it wasn't enough that she get butt-fucked -- she had to stop periodically and
suck my dick.  I let the girls run things, and Cheryl knew it; this was her
initiation.  If she wanted to be in the family, she needed to earn it -- and
she understood that perfectly; she didn't let out a peep when I worked at
either end.  I got two nuts off Cheryl before I crashed in a bed that wasn't
big enough for the four of us; I went to sleep to Darla's quiet moans as she
made Cheryl practice her cunnilingus.  I tried to watch, but my eyes wouldn't
stay open and Luz was caressing me all over...

	Saturday, the movers arrived WAY too early!  The numbers were rolling
up, too -- Darla had two day calls and Luz had two; Cheryl went home to start
collecting HER shit to move, promising to be at the new place by late
afternoon.  I was head down getting my electronics moved for what seemed to
be the second time in a week -- but got a pleasant surprise in that the new
place was wired for Ethernet.  Milo, efficient motherfucker that he was, had
the cable guy there, too, so I was back online by mid-afternoon.  The girls
were easy to move -- a couple of suitcases and some basically empty baby
furniture.  I had some junk, but guys don't collect solo what they collect
with a woman to assist, so it wasn't awful.  I found some shit I'd lost track
of along the way.  When Cheryl and the girls arrived around five, I was
wasted -- but Donna and Faye did the usual thing, cuddling up to me on the
couch and watching TV without much in the way of noise and bustle; they just
seemed to draw something from me that they couldn't do without.  I vegged out
on the couch, not even noticing when Milo redirected the movers to Cheryl's
when they were done with my shit.  Evelyn came in around five-thirty and I
sat on the couch with a cell phone moving her and Luz and Darla from
appointment to appointment.  Luz came home at seven-thirty, but she wouldn't
be home long enough to cook, so I ordered pizza.  Evelyn checked in about
ten, looking dog-tired.  "I actually had to clean -- but the guy went around
the world..."

	"Oh, well," I chuckled, "This IS a cleaning company."

	"Uh huh."  Evelyn eyed me.  "I clean a lot more scrotums than
apartments."

	"And you like it that way," I noted.

	"Yeah."  Evelyn eyed Faye, who was asleep with her head on my lap.
"You're a natural dad."

	"They just need one so bad that anything will do," I replied.

	"Nah, I don't think so."

	"Me either," Cheryl announced herself.  "Don?  I'm gonna take Milo
upstairs; I owe him for having the movers grab my stuff on no notice."

	I looked up to see Milo standing next to her, grinning.  Cheryl was
actually taller than Milo -- probably bigger in every direction, actually.
"Oh?  I missed that.  You're in, then?"

	"My stuff is scattered all over the back," Cheryl replied.  "I'll be
days getting organized, but, yeah.  The girls' beds are set up, too."

	"Well, by all means..." I waved her off, then returned my attention
to Evelyn.  "So how did Ted take things?  Did you tell him about the whole
cuckold thing?"

	"Yeah..." Evelyn nodded, her eyes dark.  "I think he got off on it.
He wanted to fuck like crazy, but I was wasted, so he gave me a bath and
basically treated me like a queen for a couple of hours until I felt like
giving him some."  She looked bothered.  "I think he liked THAT, too."

	"You hear about stuff like that," I mused.

	"Don?  What if...  What if it's a, well, revenue stream?"

	I blinked.  "Sorry?"

	"The guys loved that crap -- putting horns on Teddy.  Teddy seemed to
like it, too.  Last week, well, he got off on that, too.  What if -- I dunno
-- we offered it as a product?  A specialty thing?  The john gets to do me
with Teddy watching..."

	"Wow!  that's something you REALLY need to go into with Ted, Honey!"
I erupted.

	"I think he's the type...  I think that's why we got together in the
first place," Evelyn mused.

	"You need to talk to Darla and Luz -- they're the experts -- but it's
probably a very profitable product line.  Of course, it will probably get out
of hand -- there will be comments made and such..."

	Evelyn nodded, her lips pursed.  "If he's REALLY into it, that won't
matter, will it?"

	"I guess not."  I thought about it.  "How would you approach it?"

	"I'll ask some questions," Evelyn replied.  "I'll try to draw him
out.  But as a test, we'll try to get him to go to Mike's next card party..."

	"This is a slippery slope, Hon," I pointed out.  "You could end up a
single mom -- quick!"

	"Everyone else is," Evelyn replied, shrugging.  "Teddy, well, I love
him, but he's... weak.  He likes to be led, sometimes.  He surprised me at
that party, but he was looking for something -- and I think he got it.  You
didn't hear him screaming and yelling, you know?"

	All I could do was agree.

	Evelyn sat for a bit, then added, "Teddy's job kind of reflects where
he is -- it sucks and there is no potential for advancement and the salary is
poor.  I could end up the primary breadwinner at our house."

	"What do you think that means?" I asked.

	Evelyn grimaced.  "Like I said, Teddy is weak.  I've tried to let him
be the boss -- maybe even pushed him to BE the boss.  This whole thing may
have been as much about that as anything else.  He kind of pushed me into
saying I was going to do this and he couldn't stop me -- and he didn't try."

	"Maybe you're reading too much into this," I mused.  "I hear you
saying that there is going to be a role reversal.  I think it's too early to
say that -- but I don't know it all."

	"Maybe you should talk to him..."

	"Me?"

	"Yeah.  Feel him out, you know?  You don't have to go deep into
things, but he might say something to you that he wouldn't to me..."  Evelyn
scratched her bulging belly.

	"Well, I can do that, at least.  We need to know if there is an
explosion coming," I replied.

	"Don, when I bring home tonight's take, I doubt there is gonna be any
explosion," Evelyn replied, eyeing me.

	"Yeah, well, the money is nice, but these things tend to grow on you.
THEN they explode," I insisted.

	Evelyn cocked her head.  "What about you, Don?  Are you going to
explode?"

	"Uuuhhh...  Look, I don't have what is supposed to be an exclusive
relationship with any of you girls," I noted.  "That changes things.  Luz and
Darla seem to think this is all they can do; I disagree, but for the near
term, if they are okay with plying their trade, it is a source of fast money,
and neither of them has much time before they're sidelined for a while by
motherhood.  Cheryl has made the call that she wants to do this -- and I get
certain benefits from it, but, again, I'm not her husband."

	Evelyn got this look on her face.  "What about me, Don?  Do you get
'certain benefits' from me?"

	I frowned.  "Well, I have, I guess, once or twice -- but I needn't.
The others all live under my roof; in order to keep peace in the harem, I
more or less let them work it all out, and Darla and Luz insisted that Cheryl
shouldn't be any different than they are, and Cheryl agreed.  You, on the
other hand, do NOT live under my roof.  I can certainly leave you alone if
that is your preference."

	"What if I WANT you to have 'certain benefits'?" Evelyn asked, hot-
eyed.  "What if I think it's a good idea?"

	"It IS good idea!"  I looked up and Luz was standing there.  Luz eyed
Donna, who was leaning against me sleepily, and Faye, who was already gone,
and made an effort to keep her language clean.  "You work here.  Boss is
boss.  You do Boss.  You do Milo.  Your old man -- he lets you do this, so he
gets no say!"  Luz rounded on me.  "Boss, you ARE Boss -- you don't fuck...
awww!"  She eyed Donna, who didn't notice.  "You don't fuck around with this
one -- you tell her when and you tell her how and maybe you spank her if she
argues.  She is employee and getting done is part of job.  Making sure she
stays good at it is YOUR job!"  She circled the couch and bent down.  "Give
me kid."  I held up Faye for her to collect and she did so, then stalked off.

	"Luz can be very forceful in her opinions," I noted.

	Evelyn grinned crookedly.  "She's generally right, I think.  She's
been doing this for a while."

	"Not that long, I think -- but she was trained in a very harsh
school," I replied.  "Maybe that's why she's so clear on things."

	Evelyn nodded; I figured the audience was over, but she didn't seem
inclined to leave.  After a freighted silence, I ventured, "I'm going to
assume she's right."

	"Okay."  Evelyn didn't move.  I had a kid leaning against me, so
tonight wasn't the night...

	... Until Luz came back and collected her, grunting as she lifted the
five-year old.  She couldn't pick Donna up -- she was too small and too
heavily burdened by her own child -- but Donna followed meekly when placed
upon her feet.  Luz turned to Evelyn and snapped her fingers, pointing at my
crotch.  "You suck.  I come back and we talk!"

	It seemed to be what Evelyn was waiting for; she got out of the chair
and waddled on her knees to a position before me and went to work on my fly.
By the time Luz got back, she was deep-throating my length at full staff.
"You suck Boss and you fuck Boss and you give Boss ass!" Luz directed upon
her return.  "Boss want you fuck five guys, you fuck five guys!  Your old
man..." she waved dismissively.  "He like money more than have you stay
home."  She eyed Evelyn.  "You know he fuck me twice week before, right?"

	Evelyn popped her lips off my cock.  "No, I didn't -- but I don't
blame him."  She went back to sucking.

	"Your old man..."  Luz wrinkled her nose.  "Something not right."

	"Evelyn thinks he likes seeing her with other guys," I puffed.
Evelyn gave good head.

	Luz grunted.  "Maybe."

	"She thinks it may go as far as active cuckolding."

	Luz thought about it.  "Maybe so.  That night..."

	"What if he is?" I asked.  "What if Evelyn offered it as an option?"

	"Big money," Luz noted.  "Big, big money.  Worse he is, bigger money
gets.  Two-fifty, three hundred absolute minimum.  Her old man gets really
wimpy and takes a lot of shit, maybe five, six hundred.  He plays too, mebbe
a thousand."  She eyed Evelyn, "Your old man suck dick?"

	"Not that I know of."  Evelyn again popped off just long enough to
clear her throat and answer.

	"BIG money if john does him," Luz opined.  "What about if he suck out
creampie?  Also big money."  Evelyn just shrugged.

	"I think we might have to bring him along slowly," I gasped.  "If
he's really inclined to such things."

	"Yah."  Luz nodded.  "You need to be partner.  Maybe we hire your old
man as employee if he play."

	I admit it; something about Luz's scenario got me off.  I hunched
over Evelyn's head and pumped a load of juice into her mouth.  Luz was right
there...  "You don't swallow john's jizz, but you swallow Boss'.  Maybe you
swallow Milo's."

	Evelyn showed me my cum and proceeded to swallow it down without
argument.  After a minute, she looked up, "Maybe I want to be a partner."

	"You fuck Boss anyway," Luz insisted.

	"Of course," Evelyn shrugged.  "He's the boss."

	That seemed to be the end of it.


	Sunday, the popular football party from the previous week split into
two separate parties; I sent out two separate teams.  I almost blew it and
sent Darla and Luz together and Cheryl and Evelyn together, but Darla sidled
up to me and reminded me who was experienced and who wasn't, so I sent Luz
out with Evelyn and Darla with Cheryl.  The home team blew it big time in the
last minute, which turned out to be very lucrative for all four of the girls
as big bets on the home team required payoff.  Meanwhile, I had two little
girls with me on the couch while I watched that same, ugly game...  They were
cute and everything, but at some point we were going to have to import a
babysitter.  I felt inhibited against things like drinking beer, for
instance, while responsible for two little girls.  I got a little
rambunctious while cheering -- and the girls loved it, hopping around and
cheering without any real idea what was going on.  It was the most animation
I'd seen from either of them, so I indulged it and we went wild -- until the
home team screwed the pooch.  Ah, well...  I was roaring around the room with
Donna on my back, carrying Faye upside down when Cheryl and Darla came
through the door; they were both highly amused at my antics.  Cheryl took
charge of her girls and I went back to TV after getting Darla's report; the
girls turned about three-fifty apiece beyond the one-twenty each for the
basic service.  "We need cheerleader's uniforms," Darla summed up.

	"Nothing that reflects a particular team, though," I countered.

	"Probably not," she agreed.  "We don't want to get associated with
any team that the johns aren't interested in."