Breeding the Help Ch. 04

"They'll love me," I postured confidently. "Once they meet me."

"Mm. Maybe," Maria allowed, not sounding totally convinced. "All the extra money you give help my family so much, so maybe they be happy, I think."

That made me feel good. I smelled her long, dark hair and brushed it aside to kiss her shoulder and neck, then her jawline. "It'll be fine. You can tell me what to do to make a good impression, right?"

"Yes, I tell you," she smiled. "I think Joy come too."

"That's great," I said, smiling. I luxuriated in her scent, the softness of my mare's skin and the tightness of her swollen body.

Maria turned her head towards me and gave me a kiss, her eyes fluttering. She drew away after a moment, a wicked grin on her lips.

"Carl Daddy," she said, curling into me with a sultry look, the pout of her lip sucked in, voice a husky whisper. "You mare still hor-nee..."

My cock stirred, thickening, and I looked down into her beautiful brown eyes.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Maria cooed, her hand sliding down her side and under her big round belly, stroking the shaft of my cock to coax it back to life.

I felt myself swiftly getting harder and more engorged with each pulse inside her grip; Maria's smile widened lustily, seeing the effect her hand was having. She slid my huge white hardness over her brown, swollen Asian belly, the difference in our skin tone so striking. The sight of my growing, thick erection against her tight, rounded bump was unbelievably arousing -- especially considering it was my voraciously depraved dick that was the cause of her massive pregnancy.

With a grunt of exertion to lift her heavy, distended belly, Maria straddled me, her hands braced on my thighs, dark-nailed fingers gripping them tight. Her raven hair spilled down as she lowered her head, giving her a wild, savagely feminine cast. My broodmare's milky breasts swayed, hanging heavy and full with their big, hard nipples jutting out. Maria rubbed the drenched, swollen lips of her hot mare cunt over the length of my cock, her eyes glazed, a sly, slutty look on her exotic Filipina face between locks of matted black hair.

Maria ground her pussy against my turgid, thick shaft, coating it in her need. She looked so primal, squatting over me like a primitive Asian fertility goddess. Her huge, protruding belly hung and swayed as she rocked and rolled her hips, sliding her cunt possessively over my length. I groaned through my teeth, my cock aching, and she looked at me with a hungry smile, her mouth open, tongue pressed to the back of her teeth.

"Uuhhnn..." Maria moaned. She leaned forward, her big pregnant belly pressing against me, and her dark eyes glittered with desire. "You horse cock is biggest man diick in whole world...all for me..." she hissed, babbling inanely. "All...haaunnhh! For...me."

Maria raised her ass, grabbing my cock by the base and pushing the fat head against the slit of her hairy Asian pussy, breathing in rapid little pants. Her belly was a hot, heavy weight against me as she groaned out in a stilted, shuddering wail to sink down onto me. I felt the intense, gripping, tightness of my woman's dripping Filipina pussy envelop my hardness as she slowly impaled herself on me. Maria's eyes closed and her lips parted as she let out a high-pitched whine, her whole body tensing and shuddering.

"Goooottt..." she gasped, her pussy convulsing, her thighs trembling, her big pregnant mound shaking above me, dripping sweat. "Uhhhhnnn!"

My mare felt so fucking amazing, so hot as her desperate pregnant cunt rippled and spasmed around me. I watched her pendulous breasts hanging below her huge round belly as she supported herself with hands on my chest, bouncing as she started rolling and rocking her hips, riding my cock like some she-animal that had mounted me, her tight little brown ass bouncing up and down.

"Uuuunnnh!" Maria moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as her fingers dug into my skin hard enough to leave raised red lines.

"Holy fuck," I grunted, gripping her ass and rocking my hips, thrusting up into her.

Maria snarled in open-mouthed pleasure before pushing forward to kiss me, dragging her breasts and belly over my abs and chest. Our tongues met as we rutted like animals, her big belly and breasts lowering to press against me, her body so hot, the pressure building. Maria's ass and thighs slapped and bounced on me, her Asian pussy so wet and hot, demanding her fill of my virile white seed.

"Yes, yes, yessss," Maria whimpered, her breath coming out in short gasps. I fucked her slow and deep for what felt like forever while her body tensed and shook in a string of unending female orgasms. "I...cummmmiiiinnngggg! Uuhhhn, fuck me! Fuck your mare! Ohhhh Gott!"

My mare's whole body went rigid, her face contorted into a lewd, unleashed look of womanly pleasure. Her nails dug deeper into my chest while her legs shook, pussy gushing all over me as it clenched like a suckling mouth, dripping down her well-fucked thighs.

"Uhhhh..." Maria moaned, panting. "Ah...ah..."

I gripped my mare's shapely ass, her sweaty skin sticking to mine, and kept thrusting up into her, watching her shake and squeal, her pussy gripping and rippling around my cock. Like the good stud I was, I continued pumping against her womb until I couldn't hold back any longer.

I released the torrent of my seed into Maria with a deep, shuddering cry. The sensation set her off again, body tense, back arched to give me a view of her leaking breasts and big belly, mouth opened wide with her tongue out, eyes rolled up into her skull. She gasped, her fingers raking down my chest, and her pussy squeezed my cock hungrily, greedily milking me dry. I growled and thrust up into her one last time, pumping the last of my cum inside her cunt, Maria's pregnant breasts and belly giving a final quiver above me.

My secret wife eased back down to lay next to me, nearly comatose from the pleasure, half-passed out. I kissed her sweaty head adoringly.

"Love you," she murmured.

"Love you too," I smiled.

We showered together, got changed, cleaned up, and went to the kitchen, both starving after our intense lovemaking session. Maria's eyes sparkled as she suggested we make her favorite -- chicken adobo and pork sisig. I'd loved it when she'd prepared it for us during Spring Break, but I'd never even touched a stove before. Someone'd always cooked for me.

My Filipina looked at me hopelessly when I expressed my reservations, taking my hand with a smile and leading me to the island in the center of the kitchen.

In the gentle hum of the balmy Sukhumvit evening, Maria put me to work while she watched, leaning her hip against the counter in a gray maternity tank top, sweat shorts, and bare feet. Her almond-shaped eyes were hooded, amused and infinitely patient, her palm resting on the peak of her pregnant belly. Our maid started with the chicken adobo.

"Marinade very important!" she pursed her lips at me with a distinctly feline look, handing me a bowl filled with the appetizing scents of soy sauce, vinegar, crushed garlic, and peppercorns. As I mixed the ingredients, she guided my hands, showing me how to blend everything together seamlessly. I chopped the chicken, nearly cutting myself a few times while Maria laughed and teased.

"Ee! Careful, Carrrrl. Hiwain ang manok, hindi ang iyong mga daliri!" Probably something about me cutting my fingers off.

"Yeah, whatever," I muttered with a smirk, squinting in concentration as the knife flashed. "Walang problema!"

Maria giggled, her engorged breasts straining at her tank top, the maternity band riding high above her gravid belly. After I gave them a good marinate, the chicken pieces went into the pot. Every so often, Maria would lean in, nudging me to adjust the heat or add a bay leaf, her warm, sweet breath tickling my ear. It was honest and romantic and pretty fun just being with her -- completely the opposite of the evil Banquet I'd come home from.

While the adobo began its slow simmer, releasing a mouth-watering aroma of chicken and garlic, we moved onto the sisig, the pork dish Maria claimed was her absolute favorite.

"It not as much work," she smiled, her eyes bright and eager.

"Oh thank God," I said, making a show of wiping sweat off my brow. "I don't know how much more work I can take."

"Hush, ah!" she laughed, giving my ass a firm smack. "Rich boy, you don't know any shit! Ito ang unang pagkakataon na gumawa ka ng anumang trabaho!"

I didn't totally understand it but I got the meaning -- that I didn't know what real work was. It was delivered lovingly, but Maria was right of course. At least as her pregnancy progressed and it got much more difficult for her to job, I'd been helping out with the tougher stuff -- vacuuming, mopping floors, carrying laundry, making beds -- she had to show me how at first, but I didn't mind at all. When my lover was done with a long day of work, I'd started the routine of making a foot bath for her. Nothing like scented candles or anything, just a bucket filled with steaming water and some bath salts to soothe her swollen ankles and feet.

After I was put on rice duty, Maria stepped in to delicately chop onions, ginger, and chili, explaining the importance of finely dicing to release the flavor. I watched after I got the cooker going, captivated by the dance of her hands with the blade, so sure and yet so tender. She let me take over, sautéing the mix, then adding the diced pork belly. My secret wife laughed as a stray onion made me jump, wrapping her arms around me from behind to guide my movements, her abdomen pressing into my hip and the counter. Maria chatted excitedly about the Philippines and everything we'd do once we were there, so proud of her home and her culture. I couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm.

"I love eat sisig and watch the sea from my home," she said before sampling a mouthful. "Mm! You try now. Sarap-sarap!"

Once the pork was sautéed, we added vinegar, soy sauce, and chili. It smelled amazing as it sizzled, like fajitas at a restaurant, only better. The finishing touch was the calamansi. Maria held one-half of the citrus fruit, demonstrating the right amount of pressure to squeeze without bursting it, and I followed suit. As the zesty juice mingled with the rich flavors of the sisig, I leaned down to kiss the side of Maria's pretty head.

"Smells fucking awesome," I told her.

The smile she gave me was like sunshine.

Maria sent me to set the table as she wrapped things up, waddling and bustling around with her protruding belly and the pad of her bare brown feet.

I put out the plates, cutlery, and placemats before sitting down to think about what I was going to tell my parents about the trip. I'd volunteer to go buy the tickets as part of being an adult, a rite of passage, whatever. Then me and Maria would go to the travel agent...

I looked up to see my lover bringing in the big plates of adobo and pork sisig, smiling proudly.

"Well, I could have gotten those, jeez." I smiled.

"I preg-nant, not old wo-man!" Maria snorted, disappearing back inside again to return with a frosty pitcher of her amazing homemade lemonade and a pair of glasses. We sat together and ate -- it was amazing. Simple fare compared to the grotesque excess of the Foundation Banquet, but delicious in its simplicity. It was made with our love.

"So good," I enthused, my mouth full as I wolfed it down.

Maria's face lit up, pleased, her caramel cheeks dimpling. She was glowing when she tried it herself.

"Oo! Sobrang sarap diba? We make again for sure!"

The adobo and sisig were great, but the best part of dinner was Maria. I loved the way her dark almond-shaped eyes sparkled when she talked about something that excited her; her smile and the musical sound of her laugh. Her beautiful, expressive Asian face. She was so gorgeous, especially now that she was extremely pregnant and full of our kids.

When we were done, Maria gave me a secretive, playful glance and got back to her feet, a hand supporting her back before she padded into the kitchen. She returned with a delicious-looking homemade chocolate fudge cake, presenting it to me with a big smile.

"Happy Graduation!" Maria beamed at me. "I make you cake, because flower bouquet too dumb for man."

"Wooooah! Thank you so much!" I enthused, mouth agape. "That looks so good!"

"Taste better," Maria said matter-of-factly before taking a swipe of the frosting with her finger. She sucked it into her mouth, closing her eyes. As my lover savored it, she trembled lightly, her words a soft moan.

"Umm. I love."

I watched her slyly. "Did you just...cum?"

"Maybe little," my mare answered in a small voice, flustered and embarrassed, hiding her face behind her hands.

I tried not to laugh as I grabbed a fork. "Ohhh man. Gotta try this!"

The rich, chocolate flavor exploded on my tongue, and the icing melted, sweet and thick in my mouth.

"Damn, baby. This is the best cake I've ever tasted. Better than anything we could've gotten at a restaurant. I can't believe you made this yourself!" I gushed.

"For you. I know you love sweet thing," Maria smiled. "Not big present for you graduate, but at least make you tummy happy."

I stood up and wrapped my arms around her.

"I love you so much, Maria," I said, kissing her neck, my hands caressing her baby bump before I gave her a hug. "Thank you for all this. You made my night perfect."

She looked up at me, her eyes moist. "Really?"

"Really," I replied, kissing her on the lips, her mouth opening for me.

I didn't ever want to let her go. I couldn't. Life was just meaningless without her; empty smiles and the endless pursuit of hollow accomplishments. Being one of these elite assholes wasn't really living. It was just chasing someone else's dreams.

After we ate and washed up, we crashed on the couch. Maria sighed contentedly as she rested against me, her bare feet propped on the coffee table, and we watched TV in silence for a while, cuddling, her hand absentmindedly stroking her big round belly.

"Ohh!" Maria quipped as we settled on satellite NBC, clapping her hands. "Friends!!!"

"Can't we, like, watch, King of the Hill or something?" I sighed as the sitcom unfolded and her almond eyes gleamed, knocking my head back to glare up at the ceiling.

"No! I pregnant you baby, I choose show."

I looked down at my Filipina, petting her soft, black hair; feeling her relax. After half an episode, she turned, and our lips met in a long, deep kiss, her hand on my chest. We made out for a long while, and I slid a hand up her thigh, then between her legs and Maria moaned softly into my mouth, her breathing getting heavier as my fingers worked over her covered sex.

"Carl," she gasped, breaking away, her cheeks flushed.

"You ok?" I asked, slowing my ministrations.

"Yes. I just feeling so sexy with you babies inside me," she admitted, her dark eyes sparkling, big nipples erect beneath her maternity top. She gave a little shudder. "I...want you have me, again."

Maria's slender hand found my crotch and cupped my growing erection as she gave me a familiar sultry, plaintive look that meant she needed to be tended to.

"Please..." she said, her voice barely audible, and I knew how much she wanted me. "Kantotin mo ako."

"Come here, Maria," I said softly but with growing lust as I stood, gently pulling her to her feet and leading her back to my bedroom.

****

My parents came back late that night. Mother was exhausted from an evening of social conniving, posturing, and gloating, and my Dad was thoroughly wasted from all the top-shelf spirits and champagne. They didn't bother to check in on me, assuming I was still out at a party celebrating, when I was really sleeping next to Maria in the maid's room, snuggled up to me content and full of their illicit, half-Filipino grandchildren.

The next day, I brought up my plan to go on Vincent's trip. Mother was ambivalent and aloof, too busy planning her own lavish "Mecca to Me" vacation to the Maldives with her Foundation coterie to care what I did with my time now that I'd served my purpose as a successful Weiss-Vanderbilt merger and secured her Ivy League legacy.

Dad seemed to think I'd earned a boy's summer trip and didn't ask too many questions, just offered me some bullshit folksy advice about putting money in my shoe and always wearing a rubber.

Way too late for the second one.

My father gave me six thousand dollars to cover the airfare from Bangkok to Hong Kong and then Newark, admiring that I wanted to book flights myself, but warning me that I'd have to rough it in Business since Mother's trip was so expensive. With a wink and more unnecessary East Coast charm, my dad privately promised me plenty of spending money for a graduation present. It might not have made up for him being a distant father, but trying to buy my happiness was a hell of a lot better than my mother's emotional blackmail.

A couple of days later, I went to a travel agent with Maria to book flights when both my parents were out. The agent seemed a little hesitant with how pregnant our housekeeper was but didn't say anything -- she was a Filipino national returning to give birth after all. My secret wife had gotten her passport back from the housekeeping agency now that her contract with my family was almost up; she was so happy to be going home with me and escape the relentless cruelty of my mother. I insisted on getting Business for both of us and flying Economy by myself to Newark at the end of the summer. Maria protested at the cost, but in her condition, I wanted her to be as safe and comfortable as possible.

As the days went by and we came closer to the end of June, Maria was much more joyful. I knew she was anxious about the looming arrival of the twins, but secure in the knowledge that I was truly supporting her and would be there every step of the way, she was excited to start a new chapter in our lives. Now that school was over, I was getting more and more nervous about the birth. I released my pent-up tension and apprehensive energy by hitting our compound's clubhouse gym every day and checking out whatever information I could find on labor, delivery, and infant care on Netscape Navigator.

Around the house, I started helping Maria with almost all her duties when my parents were out -- anything that required physical labor, including scrubbing all the damn toilets. At first, Maria was totally against me taking over her workload, but in her heavily pregnant state with aching feet, she appreciated it so much. It wasn't fun, but I cared about Maria so much that it didn't bother me. Pretty funny that I'd turned into the maid myself.

Maria was always trying to seduce me. So thrilled with her impending freedom, her sexual desires were just unleashed. She wanted to have sex constantly and was fucking horny all the time with late-pregnancy hormones racing through her slinky Filipina body. Sometimes we'd be cleaning together and she'd look glance, giving me an enticing look or a wag of her ass. I'd drop what I was doing to fuck her nice and deep right there. Sometimes she'd come find me, grab my hips, and lower herself to her knees, freeing my teenage dick to suck and worship it, to gratefully swallow the seed that made her this way.

Or it might start as innocently as a kiss, deepened as her tongue flicked against mine, the swell of her distended belly pressed into me proddingly. Her hand would go to my bulge, and she'd pull me by the groin to one of our bedrooms where we'd inevitably end up fucking. We were like a couple of beasts in heat.

This late in the third trimester, only two positions were most comfortable for my little Asian mare -- from behind, or on top. My bedroom had this leaning mirror in the corner and I loved to watch her on all fours as I took her, the huge brown globe of her distended belly hanging low, bucking and heaving, her leaking breasts slapping and swinging as we copulated. I lusted after the sheath of her hairy pussy, so deliciously tight around my cock, the muscles deep within her spasming and sucking and pulling on my shaft as we fucked. I lived for the wanton rock of her hips, moaning, grinding herself against me, vocalizing her raw pleasure like a lusty she-animal. Maria made the most erotic noises while we rutted, her voice cracking as she moaned.