Preggo [Mast-F]

Amélie was at work when the first really bad urges hit, so she tried to ignore them. If she tidied the receptionist desk, that should be distracting. It wasn’t. She was so horny she couldn’t stand it, and so pregnant she literally couldn’t stand up for much longer. When she sat back down, her butt wiggled against the seat.

“Stupid hormones,” she told herself. A glance at the clock told her that she wasn’t even close to her morning break. Someone from the next floor up would come down and relieve her reception duties for 10 minutes. 10 minutes would be more than enough to really relieve her, but Amélie didn’t think she could wait 45 minutes for her break.

She couldn’t leave the phone or the desk. There were surveillance cams everywhere she looked. Ever since the cyber attack, when the servers were hijacked and ransomed, the company was paranoid about security, and allergic to privacy.

Starting to feel a little panicked, Amélie looked around the desk and her area behind it. There was a claustrophobic store room just a couple feet from the desk. If she went in there, she could at least relieve herself…

She could leave the door cracked open enough to hear if anyone came up to the desk, or if the buzzer went off for the front door, or the phone rang.

She could leave her clothes on, and just use her hand.

Just one minute. One short minute.

All she needed was an excuse to enter the store room.

Hurriedly, she picked up as many legal pads and pens as she could. Some were in drawers, some were placed along the desk. It was difficult to carry all that with her belly putting her balance off, but this plan had to work, or she was going to call her supervisor and tell him she was sick.

Her hands and arms were so full of those items, it took a couple seconds for Amélie to open the storage room door. The moment she got inside, she dumped all those things. She held the edge of the door with one hand, and stuck the other hand under her shirt, under her jeans, under her panties, and around her belly.

Under 30 seconds later, a cheerful Amélie emerged from the storage room. She was just in time. Two people were approaching the desk. One was a manager.

The manager said, “You keep this front desk so clean and tidy!”

Amélie could only smile.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hxgd44/preggo_mastf