The Horny Sea Horse Pt. 10

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The Horny Sea Horse X: Annie, Your Custom Preggo

Annie here, once again. Fifth goddamn time! If you’ve been keeping up with his journals as well as mine, you know by now that Jarred’s had a hysterectomy, putting an end to his string of pregnancies. He had six pregnancies, including one twinner, bringing the total number of babies he carried to seven.

This is my fifth (and final, I swear to you) pregnancy, and I carried triplets during one of my gestations: that’ll bring me to seven as well, and we’ll be nice and tied! Really, I’m not all that competitive. I certainly wouldn’t’ve embarked on this pregnancy only to tie Jarred. Especially since I’ll always hold the record for most babies carried at once. Again, though, I’m really not competitive: I just like giving Jarred a hard time once in a while.

I thought I was on my last during my previous pregnancy. Then, while I was full term, Jarred and I made and posted online a video of us fucking. It was by no means our first rodeo when it came to recording ourselves, but we’d never shared any of our content with the world. Once we posted the video we intended for public consumption, I simply could not stop thinking about it. In a good way, not in a “what the fuck have we done?!” way.

I’m a serious exhibitionist when pregnant, and the thought of so many strangers watching (and masturbating to!) my gravid form as my husband fucked me…it really, really turned me on. And continues to do so more than a year later at this point. We framed the video so as not to show our faces, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more I really want to be out there in all my potentially-recognizable glory, loud and proud about my pregnancy fetish.

The thoughts of doing more porn and really showing myself grew more and more persistent and hard to ignore. So, I decided I’d become a pregnant cam girl. One last gestation, captured in all its glory for perverts (myself included) to enjoy in perpetuity. Luckily, Dr. Lucas doesn’t ask about your motives for getting knocked up before he’ll implant an embryo in you. Five months ago, I got a positive pregnancy test yet again. I’ve been showing for a few weeks now, and I’ve been camming since the first day I could detect abdominal growth in the mirror. I just could not wait to start!

A lot of the work, I’m finding out through my own experience along with watching other cam girls, is pretty goddamned boring. You sit at your computer in various states of undress, chatting with people who may contribute money to your show. You’re usually heading for a certain monetary goal which, when met, means you’ll reveal more of yourself or masturbate or what have you. You’ll put on more of a show the more money you can get out of people, basically.

These videos of just sitting there, typing, bump usually bare, tits sometimes out, occasionally flashing some pussy…they’re a chore, to be honest. The punctuation of reaching a goal and rubbing one out for the camera is a nice change of pace, but these events are few and far between.

So…why in the hell am I starting a journal about something so boring? Because at times, it truly is really fun. Rarely during the run-of-the-mill streaming sessions, but not infrequently when making vids of yourself to post later, or when shooting the occasional custom video for a generous fan. Maybe some of this fun stuff would be better categorized as amateur porn rather than camming, I’m not 100% on the lingo just yet.

Anyway, a handful of these more interesting occurrences are what I’ll be focusing on here. For the first few weeks of this pornographic adventure, I thought the entire thing might be a bust. But, a few interesting videos have recently come out of it, including one I shot yesterday that really made me want to start writing about my experiences for all of you…

22 Weeks: The Slow Strip

Rather than sticking to the cam girl formula that’s been boring me so thoroughly, I decide to shoot a video of myself to post later rather than streaming my content live. I settle on a slow, methodical, playfully teasing striptease as a good place to start this new endeavor. When I started camming, Jarred and I moved a full-size bed into our home office, on which I’ve been doing the more active parts of my streaming sessions. It’s a fine set-up for shooting my no-live-audience video, too.

I’m wearing a cardigan over a skintight t-shirt, leggings under my jeans, and, setting this apart from my usual shows, a bra and panties. Plenty of pieces of clothing for me to remove seductively, in other words. I hit the Record button on my camera and position myself to be filmed on the bed. I rub my bump with one hand as I stare into the lens, not uttering a word for a solid 30 seconds. “Do you like my belly?”

I address the camera directly as I arch my back, pushing my abdomen out as far as I can. “Let me give you a little bit of a better view,” as I pat my stomach affectionately. I slowly take off the cardigan, unnecessarily stretching my arms way up so that my t-shirt rides all the way up past my navel. The shirt stays lifted kütahya seks hikayeleri a bit, and I caress my modest bump with both hands. “It’s so firm, but my skin’s so soft. Fuck, these jeans have gotten so tight…”

I get off the bed and face away from the camera, leaning over as I pull my jeans down and providing a nice close view of my ass in tight black leggings. Reaching behind myself, I rub my ass with both hands, gently stroking my pussy (through leggings and panties still) whenever my hands near it. Frankly, I’m wondering how I can really stretch this out to a satisfying video length. Jerking off doesn’t take all that long for most folks, I’m pretty sure, but I want to give them at least five minutes.

Maybe I should’ve worn more layers? A sweatshirt, a jacket, shoes and socks? Would’ve been kind of ridiculous, I think. I sit back down, legs hanging over the side of the bed. The bump rubbing never stops, and I even throw in a few conspicuous tit grabs and crotch strokes. More talking should fill out the running time, I figure. Slowly paced and sensual, I remind myself…

“Do you like seeing my bare bump? I bet you’d like to see more of me, wouldn’t you? Well, we’ll just have to see what I might show you. Eventually. We’ll take this reeeeeeeaaaal slowly. Do you like my titties, too? They’re nice and firm in my hands. My nipples have gotten so dark already. You’ll just have to wait and see for yourself what color they are today, I guess. Maybe I can just show you my bra for now.”

I pull my shirt off, revealing my lacy black brassiere and more-than-ample breasts. Holding the bottom of the bra in both hands, I jiggle my breasts so my cleavage shimmies for my viewers. My left hand stays at my tits, rubbing the soft skin the low-cut bra reveals. My right hand goes back to my belly, rubbing lower and lower towards my crotch. I tease for a solid minute, mostly focusing on the bump but repeatedly making glancing contact with my pussy. I’ve spent long enough with pants on, I think.

“Do you want to see my panties? They match the bra. These leggings have gotten a little too hot…” I stand again to slowly pull down my leggings. Stepping out of them, I rub my bare inner thighs with both hands, then sit back down with my legs crossed. My lacy black panties have been revealed, but I’m not providing my audience an easy look at my crotch just yet. I’m pretty sure you save the genitals for last in a striptease, after all. It just makes sense that the bra needs to come off before the panties do. I’ll have to work my way to the titty reveal, now.

“Oh, this feels soooo much better. This room is way too hot…and I’m getting pretty hot myself, if you catch my drift. These soft, creamy legs need to breathe sometimes, you know? And in between them could use a little air, too…if you’re good and patient. All my clothes are getting so damned tight as my body just keeps swelling and swelling in so many different places. I could barely get that cardigan to button over my belly, and the t-shirt can’t quite cover all of me, as I’m sure you noticed.

“I only managed to button those jeans because I kept them down three inches from my actual, bloated waist. And this stupid bra! It fit just fine before I got knocked up, but by now I can barely stretch it enough to hook it in back. My boobs have gotten so much bigger already. My tits are really packed in there about as tight as they can be. I really need to go up a cup size. God, just talking about it makes me want to let my breasts free. If you don’t mind, of course.”

I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, then slowly lower the cups with both hands. Even going so slowly and deliberately, my snugly held boobs pop out dramatically at their first chance. I was always chesty, but five pregnancies in now, my tits are seriously large, and they really hang. Heavy, pendulous, and nicely rounded. I’m proud of them, and my audience always seems pretty pumped when I take them out. Weird, right? People watching me camming like to see my bare breasts? What a bunch of perverts.

“Ohhhh, that is so much better! See how dark my nipples are? Before I ever got pregnant, they were barely darker than the rest of my boobs. After getting a bun in my oven the first time, they turned a much darker red. The nipples especially, but the areolas have gotten significantly darker, too. Even when I’m not pregnant, they’re still pretty dark now. Not like this, though. A nice, deep red when I’m knocked up, and I love it.

“And can you see how hard my nipples are? They get that way when I’m really turned on. Here, I’ll turn so you can see my profile. Isn’t that crazy?! They must stick out a whole inch. And see how huge my boobs are already? My milk hasn’t even come in! Five pregnancies will really give you a good rack, I’ll tell you.”

Unable to think of anything else to say about them, I jiggle, grip, and massage my tits for another 30 seconds or so, throwing in a few nipple pinches for good measure. I decide to take a less verbal approach for panty removal. Smiling at the camera slyly, I bring one hand down and start rubbing just above my clit, producing some very nice sensations I’m pretty sure my audience will be able to detect on my face. I stand up slowly, pinching a nipple with my tit hand while I go lower and lower with my pussy hand. Moans ensue, exaggerated but indicating genuine pleasure.

Finally, I take both hands and pull my panties halfway down my chubby thighs, then shimmy my waist to let them fall down the rest of the way hands-free. I keep a hand over my bush, not quite ready to give them the whole picture. I’m starting to get impatient. The video must be sufficiently long by now, I’m almost sure.

I’m horny and sick of taking so damn long with every step of this. Everyone knows where this thing is heading anyway. I sit back down on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide to reveal my cunt completely. One hand squeezing a tit and one kneading my clit, I rub one out enthusiastically, cumming loudly for my audience.

A success overall, I think. It didn’t stay slow as I’d intended, but isn’t it hot for the performer to get horny enough that she just has to get to the orgasm? I think it’s fucking hot, at least. And that’s gonna be my metric for whether I’m succeeding at making these videos, I’ve just decided! Now, I’m having fun…

24 Weeks: JOI

JOI, or Jerk Off Instructions, is a very common mini-genre of porn these days. In direct address, you give detailed directions (in a sexy and commanding tone) on how you’d like your audience to masturbate. Just in case you’re reading this preggo’s sex-filled journal but haven’t ever seen pornography. All zero of you.

Anyway, I’ve got a slight problem with most of the JOI videos I’ve seen around: they’re too cock focused. It’s all about getting hard, stroking that shaft, cumming on tits. Did you know people without cocks can also watch and even enjoy pornography?! I don’t know who’ll be watching my video, so I figure I better give instructions for both cock and cunt.

I’m skipping the foreplay on this one and going completely nude from the start. If I’ll be demanding people jerk off while looking at me, it’s only fair that I give them the full view from the start. I sit on the edge of the bed, legs parted slightly so as to allow just a glimpse of vulva. My bump is currently cute and gently round, my pubic hair is freshly trimmed, and my nipples are almost painfully hard. I’m ready to begin. I start with one hand on my left tit and the other caressing my bump. I’ll be sure to throw in some cunt work as well.

“Do you like my smooth, round belly? Do you like my dark, hard nipples? How about my engorged pregnant pussy? I know you love it all, you pervs. I know I’m making your cunts wet and your cocks hard. I want you to take off your pants and underwear so you can get to those genitals nice and easily. Now if you’ve got a pussy, I want you to start rubbing those pussy lips, slowly up and down. [I demonstrate it all on myself.]

“When you’re towards the bottom of your pussy, stick a finger or two into your tight hole and spread some of those hot juices around the rest of you. When you’re towards the top, make sure you graze your clit, or even take a second to give it a good firm rub. Just like I’m doing right now. If you happen to be pregnant yourself, rub that belly for me. Keep going with your cunt, get everything nice and wet, feel that sexy button of yours. Now, I want you to stick two fingers right inside yourself and move them in and out while you firmly massage your throbbing clit with your thumb.

“Really fuck yourself with your hand, but do not for a second forget about that clitoris. It’s there for a reason, and I want you to rub it until you cum real hard for me. Really enjoy it; don’t be afraid to moan for your preggo ruler. Go a little faster. Faster than that, even. Feel it all. Watch me rub my pregnant pussy and think about me while you touch yourself. Keep rubbing your clit, but move your other hand to your tits and squeeze your hard nipples. Now cum for me. Go as fast as you can, press down and cum. Cum now. Do it for my slutty pregnant ass. I want to know I made you cum. You cum for me and me alone. Do not stop cumming.”

I stop right there, not really sure how to wrap it up. Should I say “thank you”? “Good job”? Unappealing ideas flow through my head, but I quickly recover and decide to move right along to the cock instructions. I mean, is anyone simultaneously jerking it to this and being critical of my transitions?

“All right, listen up if you’ve got a cock. If you’re not already hard after watching and listening to me jerk this pregnant pussy off, I don’t know what I can do for you. Now take your stiff, throbbing cock in one hand and start as slowly as you possibly can. [I start with the requisite standard jerk off motion with my right hand.]

“Move your hand up and down that long, rock hard shaft. Pay a little extra attention to the underside of the head of your cock. Rub it gently with two fingers. It’s an extra sensitive area, and it’ll help you cum real hard for me. If you’ve got a belly of your own, I want you to use your free hand to rub that thing real good for me. Stroke that cock faster. You love to look at this growing baby bump, don’t you? Do you want to cum on my tits? I want you to cum on my belly and rub it into me until my whole stomach is white, shiny, and sticky.

“Keep stroking, but don’t tense up. Focus on your breathing and relax: the orgasm will be better that way. And you can shoot further onto my belly. I love a man who can shoot far. I bet your load is gonna be huge. Coat me with your cum. Stroke, stroke, stroke. I think you’re ready to cum, and I know I’m ready for it. If you do have a bump, make sure you cum right onto it and rub that cum all the way in. Pretend it’s me. Pretend you’re pregnant even if you’re not, and cum onto that belly, swollen or not. Cum got me pregnant, got everyone pregnant. Now it’s gotta go all over all the bellies, get every bump nice and shiny. I want to be fully basted by the time you’re all done cumming.”

I do the jerk off motion in the air for a few more moments, wave awkwardly at the camera, stand up and stop the recording. I’m immediately yelling for Jarred to come in: I really do want some cum on my bump now.

29 Weeks: Trying on Clothes

A common preggo video features the trying on of clothes that no longer fit, especially non-maternity clothes that fit perfectly well prior to pregnancy. Many outfits are attempted, and they all fail to fit properly. They won’t button, they won’t zip, dresses no longer cover groin areas, etc. Mostly, though, the clothes are unable to fully cover the bump, baring varying degrees of belly skin in a tantalizing manner.

Plus, there’s the nudity (or, at the very least, underwear) that comes between outfits. I’m currently carrying high, sporting a significantly protruding, round and smooth tear drop-shaped bump. Given that I tend to wear tight clothes even when not knocked up, I have no doubt that my pre-pregnancy clothes are going to show off much of my form, and generally fail to fit my new physique. Should result in some sexy fun.

I place a decent percentage of my wardrobe on the bed prior to shooting. I decide to start in a bathrobe, panties the only thing underneath. These two articles of clothing actually fit me right now, so there’ll be a nice contrast once I start with the articles that don’t. I don’t plan to talk much during this one, probably just making faux-annoyed noises and faces for the majority of my communication with my audience. I’ll have to at least mention what I’m doing at the top of the video, I suppose.

“Hi! I’m Annie, and I’m 29 weeks into my fifth pregnancy. I’m going to try on some of my pre-pregnancy clothes for you.” I loosen the robe and toss it to the side, revealing tits, bump, and panties. First, I grab a tan bra that hooks in the front. I get my arms into their straps and the cups nearly contain my growing bosom, but I’m a solid three inches from getting the two parts of the hook to even touch each other.

An obvious result, but I mug for the camera nonetheless, frowning and shaking my head as I toss the garment aside. I realize that was the only bra I brought in the room, so I guess tits out and proud will be the MO for this vid. Not something my viewers are going to complain about, I’m betting.

I try to pull on a pair of form-fitting jeans, only to find that the form they were meant to fit is vastly different from my current one. They make it nearly halfway up my thighs before I have to give up on them. “God, even my legs are growing!” As a fetishist myself, I’m aware that whole body expansion is hot as hell for my intended audience.

Obviously boobs getting too big for a bra is a sexy mishap, but they should enjoy my enlarged thighs, too. I try a t-shirt next, one that just barely reached down to my waist when not pregnant. Now, it’s hovering two inches above my navel, and it’s uncomfortably tight on my breasts. To the discard pile with it. I grab a button-up collared short-sleeved shirt and begin fastening buttons just below my neck. I make it maybe a third of the way down my bump before I’m prevented from any more buttoning, the two sides of the shirt splaying out on either side of my center’s engorgement. It’s a good view of the bare belly for everyone.

Taking the button-down off, I go for a midi bodycon dress. Then a hoodie. A pair of sweatpants. A sweater. A miniskirt. The results are all the same: nothing will fasten properly or cover my bump. I make a number of annoyed-sounding grunts, contort my face into expressions of frustration, and make occasional comments like, “I’m so fucking huge, this is getting embarrassing!”

It’s all pretty fun, though the acting aspect gets tiresome quickly. The audience knows what the results of the clothing attempts are going to be just as well as I do, but the inconvenience of this part of pregnancy is a common turn-on that has to be played up. Watching other people’s similar videos, I’m more into the irked preggos, too, to be honest. It’s simply the hotter way to go. And I want to be hot so my viewers will be more likely to jerk it to me. I’m thinking about all the cum that could result from my videos, and I quickly rub one out before cleaning up my clothes.

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