Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

All Over the House (P7)

Warnings - dom fem, ass fingering, pegging, giving dildo oral, face fucking, overstimulation, vocal Timmy, pregnancy sex, handjob, using saliva as lube, use of mistress, cumming from anal stimulation, crying during sex, personifying genitals

Timothée had relented and if it was a boy, the baby would be named Laurie, and he got to decide if it was a girl. I was very excited. Timothée was reading his dad books, while I was dealing with intense pregnancy horniness. He had been looking extra fine today. I squirmed when I saw him push a ringlet behind his ear, pinching balls

"Hey, baby, when are we going to do our thing?" I asked, moving beside him and playing with his hair.

"This chapter is very interesting," he said absentmindedly.

"Please, I'm so horny," I whispered.

"Well," he said, slamming the book shut. "Something just got a bit more interesting."

"I'm very nervous, but very excited for this room," he said, and it looked like he was headed for the library.

"I can't wait," I said excitedly.

"I think it may be even hotter now that you're pregnant," he said, and I saw he was already hard.

Once in the library, Timothée reached behind a chair for something. He pulled out a strap and a dildo. I licked my lips.

"You want me to peg you baby?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yes," he whimpered. "I want you, and your sexy ass pregnant belly to dominate me."

"Well, well, well," I smiled. "Now that is intriguing. Why don't you get undressed while I prepare."

"Yes, Mistress," he breathed, and I rather liked the sound of the name.

I took off my clothing. I did notice the baby bump now that Timothée had pointed it out. I loaded the dildo in the harness, and strapped it on. I attempted thrusting forward. A small piece was slotted against my clit, that pressed into me when I moved forward.

"Oh baby," I called, turning to him.

"Oh shit," he whimpered, squirming in the wingback chair. His cock stood at attention. I bit my lip at how desperate he looked.

"Did you bring lube?" I asked.

"N-no," he stuttered.

"Well, I can help you out," I smiled. I put two fingers into my mouth. I slowly inched them into his asshole.

"Oh, fuck me, oh shit," he breathed. He was white knuckling the arms of the chair.

"Feel good?" I asked, curling my fingers.

"Y-yes," he whined. "Oh, add another."

I pushed another finger into him. He was writing. I began to move my fingers in and out. I took his cock in my hand as I fingered him. I swiped the head slowly.

"Oh, baby," he could barely speak. He rutted upward into my hand. "It feels so good. I can't describe it. Mistress, I want your cock."

"We aren't really for that yet baby boy, don't you want to be dominated properly?" I asked.

"Yes, please," he nodded, head wagging.

I began to move both hands faster. My fingers in his ass sped up, and curled inside him. My other hand, that pumped his cock, slid up and down at a new speed.

"Uh, uh, Mistress, gonna-" he couldn't finish, he arched into the air, cock quivering as he shot his load all over himself.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whimpered. "Feels so goooooood."

I stood up abruptly. I guided the dildo to his mouth.

"Mistress needs some lube baby," I taunted.

"I don't know how," he said, and I saw tears pricking his eyes.

"Come on, just try baby, I'll go easy," I said, running my hands lovingly through his hair.

"Okay," he said meekly. He took the base in his hand. He took the fake penis into his mouth. I watched as he slobbered over it, knowing it didn't actually matter if he fucked up, because I couldn't feel it. I felt bad that I had lied to him, but I wanted to attack his mouth too bad. I knotted my fingers in his hair and began to fuck his mouth. He squeaked, and I saw his eyes flutter shut, and I heard him gag and moan. Drool dropped down his chin. Finally, I stopped, and pulled out of his mouth. A string of saliva connected the dildo and his lips. My cunt's walls clenched.

"Okay, I think we have enough lube," I said, looking at his teary eyes. "Spread your legs for me."

Timothée did as I asked. I knelt down. I placed the head of the dildo at his contracting hole. I began to push in slowly.

"Woah, holy fuck," he mewled. "So good, your cock."

"You like it baby?" I asked. "Is it good for you?"

"Ahhhhh," he cried out, pretty patches of pink dusting his cheeks.

"I could cum again, oh, fuck me," he begged. I began to move my hips. I rutted into his hole and watched his cock twitch. I gripped his length, and roughly jerked him.

"Oh, Mistress so much, too much," he whimpered. I pinched his balls and he whined.

"Don't be fussy," I snapped.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" He was louder than he'd ever been, and it sent lightning straight to my heat. The harness pressed to my clit, making me need to move faster.

"Mistress," he said warningly.

"What baby," I cooed. "Does baby's cock need to cum again?"

"Yes," he said desperately.

"Let go!"

"AHHHH!" He screamed as he came again. He was shooting more ropes over our joined forms. I massaged his balls as he came.

"Oh Mistress, I can't take anymore, it's so good it hurts. I need you to stop!"

"If you want it to stop, say our safe word," I advised. He didn't say anything. He just let tears fall down his hot cheeks.

"Mistress hasn't come yet, you going to be a good boy for me? Help me come?" I asked.

"Yes, wanna be good," he said in a tiny voice. I picked up my speed, losing myself to my own pleasure. His hands went to my breasts, and rolled my sensitive nipples. This sent me over the edge and one more thrust and I came, my walls fluttering. In a haze of lust I grabbed his cock again and used both hands to pump him wildly.

"Ah! Stop, ah, oh fuck, ahhhhh," he wailed, nearly pushing my hands away. "I c-can't," he wept, and then he was cumming another time. As he came down I kindly massaged his thighs.

"Holy fuck," he gasped, voice gravelly from yelling.

"Did it live up to your fantasies?" I asked.

"Better."