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Archive name: guns05.txt (MF, work, nc, preg)
Authors name: Wollstonecraft (Defunct Address)
Story title : Coercion
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Jack took the framed photo from the desk. "Who's this?"
"My daughter," I replied. "Mary is ten now."
"Impossible. You can't have a kid that old, Kim," he
grinned. "I'd have figured her as your sister."
He was flirting again. That was another of his nicer
qualities. When the company hired him on as a consultant
for the conversion, I was really pissed off. I was the
lead for the project and, for all intents and purposes, I
was his boss, and yet he was getting paid at least twice
as much as I was. But he soon charmed me out of my anger,
with his expertise and with his personality.
"Well, she's just as pretty as her mother."
I felt myself beginning to blush. We'd been working
closely together over the past two months, with an awful
lot of late nights. It wouldn't have surprised me if he'd
tried to make a move on me. In actual fact, I was sort of
hoping he would. But not a day went by that he didn't
mention his wife. He really was devoted to her. And not a
night went by that I didn't wish that I was his wife
instead of Carl's. And then I felt guilty about thinking
that.
Carl is a wonderful man, but completely impotent,
absolutely no interest in sex. My dreams of a son had
died with our non-existent sex life.
"Y'know, that's really my only regret,' he said, putting
the frame back on my desk, "not having children."
"Well," I said, clearing my throat, "it's never too late
to start."
"It is for me. Annie can't have kids."
"That's too bad. I bet you'd have been a great father."
'Certainly his children would have been incredibly
handsome and smart,' I thought.
"Yeah, well, that's the breaks. Anyway, this code isn't
going to do what you want it to, and here's why." He went
on about the project and I tried to follow his reasoning,
but I was too intent on his breath on my hair as he bent
over to point at the listing.
I was sure he found me attractive. Without even being
aware of it, I'd started wearing more provocative outfits
to work. I didn't even realize it until one night when I
caught him glancing down the front of my blouse. Then I
saw the bulge in his pants. That's when I noticed how I'd
been wearing my sheerest tops and my shortest skirts. It
was no wonder I was getting strange looks from some of my
co-workers.
After I let myself realize how I felt, it got worse. I'd
purposely bend over when he was behind me, almost
wiggling my ass at him, and I could hear his breathing
quicken. I'd lean forward when I sat across from him at
the conference table, giving him a clear view of the
filmy bras I took to wearing, and his face would flush.
Once I even pressed my breast against the back of his
neck when I looked over his shoulder at the computer
screen. The words caught in his throat as we talked.
But even after all that, he never gave me the slightest
indication that he'd ever act on what he was obviously
feeling. Every morning I'd wake up anticipating being
with him. Every night, I'd lay awake in bed, imagining
him with me. I'd fondle myself, pretending it was his
hands, his lips, his manhood, pressing into me. I'd
orgasm while fantasizing him above me, his long hair
swaying back and forth as he thrust into me again and
again, pumping his seed into me, making me pregnant with
his son. And when the waves subsided, I fell into a deep
depression, knowing that it would never be.
Or so I thought.
"Jack!" I knew he'd hear the cry. It was another late
night and we were the only two left in the entire
building. Or so I thought.
When he bolted though the conference room door,
responding to my terror-filled shriek, he saw the gun
immediately.
"Alright, shithead," the hooded man said, "get the fuck
over there against the table with the bitch. And don't
pull anything heroic unless you want to die."
He stood leaning against the walls in the corner of the
room, his gun waving threateningly about. "You two picked
the wrong night to work late."
Jack walked slowly over to stand next to me, our
shoulders touching, facing the ski-masked man with our
backs to the large conference table. "J-Jack," I said, my
voice trembling, "I--I just came in to get some papers
and there he was. He made me call you in here, I--"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," the man with the gun growled.
Jack said softly, "Look, fella, nobody wants any trouble.
Just tell us what you want and we'll give it to you and
then you can go, okay?"
"All the fuck I want is to get the hell out of here," the
man snarled.
"Go," Jack said. "We won't stop you."
"The fuck you will," he barked. "The second I go through
that door, you're on the phone to security and they pick
me off before I'm on the first floor." He shook his head.
"What the fuck am I gonna do with you two assholes? I
should just kill you both and take my chances that the
shots aren't heard."
I began to cry. "P-please--please don't--"
"Shit, bitch, I said shut the fuck up! Fuck, I ain't
never killed anybody before and I wasn't planning to
start, but I got to get the fuck out of here."
"Listen, fella," Jack said, "you can trust us, we won't--
"
"Faggot, I won't tell you again," he shouted, "shut the
fuck up!"
The silence in the room seemed to last forever. Then the
man with the ski mask said, "Alright, why don't you two
get naked while I figure out what to do with you."
My mouth dropped open. "But--but why--"
"The two of you ain't going to get very far running after
me without clothes. Now strip!"
I began to unbutton my blouse as Jack took off his shirt.
I could feel the heat of his skin next to me. As my thin
lacy bra came into his view, the intruder whistled. "Nice
set, bitch. I'll bet the two of you were going to end up
screwing on one of those desks out there, weren't you?"
"N-no," I whispered as I undid my bra, letting my breasts
free, "Jack's never made any kind of advance at me."
"What's the matter with him?" the burglar asked. "Ain't
she your type, faggot?"
Jack didn't say anything as he undid his belt and let his
pants fall to the floor. I couldn't help but notice how
well hung he was. He glanced over to me and I could see
his penis rising.
"What's this," the man said, pointing to Jack's growing
member with his gun, "is that for the bitch, or for me?
You fucking homo, I ought to shoot you now."
"He--he's not homosexual," I yelped.
"Yeah, sure he ain't. Working late with a piece of ass as
nice as this, and he ain't made his move? Oh, he's a
faggot all right. Look at his faggoty long hair! I
fuckin' hate faggots!"
He was getting agitated. "Please," I said, "he's--"
I froze in horror as he pointed the gun at me. "I won't
tell you again to shut the fuck up!" He turned the gun at
Jack, who was now completely nude, as was I. "Listen, you
fuckin' fag, there's only one thing that'll keep me from
blowing you away right now, and that's if you and that
bitch get up on that table and you fuck the living shit
out of her."
Jack's eyes flew open. I stammered, "No! I mean--we're
both married and I can't--"
"The fuck he's married. Fuckin' window dressing if he is.
And you're probably a fuckin' lezbo, ain't you? Well, I
can cure you of that after I get rid of the fag." He
began to push himself away from the wall.
"No!" I cried. "It's just--I mean, can--can he use a
condom?"
"A what? Fuck, no! He screws you bareback--if he can
screw you at all."
"But I--I'm not protected and it's a really bad time
right now, I mean, if he comes in me, he'll probably make
me pregnant." Out of the corner of my eye I could see
Jack's penis growing thick and hard as I spoke to the
gunman.
"We'll see if he can. Get up on the table, bitch." I
pulled myself back up onto the large conference table and
lay back. I stared at the ceiling, shaking in fear and
anticipation. My wish was coming true. "Spread those legs
so I can see your cunt." I pulled my thighs apart. I
shivered as I realized I was getting wet. "Nice twat,
bitch."
Then I heard him bark, "Alright, faggot, get up there and
stick the bitch." Then I felt the table shake and
suddenly Jack was over me, his legs between mine, his
arms on either side of me holding himself up. My breath
caught as I felt his penis on my thigh. "Pull your legs
apart, faggot," the man against the wall shouted. "I want
to be able to see your cock in her cunt. Don't try to
pull any of that back-door shit or I'll shoot you in the
ass." I felt his legs pressing my thighs wider apart. My
knees came up to rest against his buttocks.
I looked up into his eyes. "I--I'm sorry, Kim," he
whispered, I--"
"Ssh," I hushed, "it's all right." I reached down and
took his penis in my hand and guided it between the folds
of my pussy. Jack groaned, his eyes closing at the
pleasure.
He began to press in and I gasped as I felt the lips of
my vagina wrapping around the thick head of his manhood.
His hips fell and his rigid flesh slowly sank into me. I
began to moan. He was so big and I was so tight. We both
grunted when our pubic bones met and he was fully inside
me.
He began to withdraw and it felt like he was pulling my
insides out with his penis. My vagina gripped him so
tight, I never wanted him to leave. Then, with a grunt,
he swiftly drove back in, making me cry out.
As he began to thrust in and out, I felt the fire growing
inside me. "Oh, Jack," I moaned, "you don't--you don't
know how I've--I've wanted this--"
"No more--that me--," he grunted, "I've wanted--you
since--the first--night--"
"Aw, that's sweet," the burglar jeered. "C'mon, shithead,
get your ass in gear. I want to hear that bitch scream."
Jack didn't need any encouragement. His rhythm increased
and soon he was hammering into me so deeply I felt his
thickness beating against my cervix. I met each powerful
penetration, driving my buttocks up, trying to pull him
in even deeper. The orgasm began deep within me, a
fluttering inside that suddenly flashed and burned
through my entire being. My entire body spasmed and I
screamed in rapture.
"Yeah, that's it, that's it," the hooded man whooped,
"Pound that bitch! Make her squeal!"
As my flames of ecstasy waned, Jack suddenly changed
tempo, thrusting with long, sharp jabs, and I began to
spasm again. Each time one orgasm ended, he knew just how
to alter his stroke to send me shrieking into another.
He seemed to go on forever, his beating hips growing more
forceful and intense with each deep piercing. My body
urged and coaxed him on, my buttocks pounding against the
table as again and again I pushed myself up into him,
taking him in, swallowing as much of him as I could into
me, my spasming vagina pulling and clutching at his sweet
flesh.
Then I felt his back begin to tighten and he grunted,
"Kim, oh, God, Kim, I--I'm going to--I'm--" I felt him
trying to pull away, but I quickly wrapped my legs
tightly around his waist and heard myself crying, "No,
baby, no, stay inside me! Come in me, baby, give it to
me, fill me, fill me, come in me, come in me!!"
That sent him over the edge. His fingers dug into my
shoulders as he drove himself violently in, the head of
his penis hammering into my cervix. The hard flesh
clenched tightly in my vagina suddenly swelled up and
then, with a fierce throb, it gushed his sweet seed into
me.
"Oh, yes, baby, fill me, fill me!" I squealed as again he
savagely stabbed back into me and again the thickness
deep inside me grew thicker before it again jerked and
fired another great rush of potent sperm deep into me. I
felt my convulsing vagina pulling and sucking at the
thick cream, drawing it deep into my womb. Over and over,
the massive flesh within me pulsed and pumped, flooding
me, filling me, and my thirsty vagina greedily drank it
down, squeezing and milking every sweet drop of the
prolific inseminate from the ejaculating spike I held so
tightly inside of me.
"Yes, baby, yes, baby," I cried over and over, even after
he was drained and collapsed on top of me. As we both
strained to catch our breath, I stroked his hair. "That
was so good, so good," I moaned.
"Oh, God, Kim," Jack whispered as he rolled off me, "I'm
so sorry, I tried to pull out, but I--I couldn't and I--I
could have made you--made you--"
"Pregnant?" I finished. "Well, if I'm regular, and I
usually am, I should be at my most fertile time."
"Oh, God," Jack groaned, "but if you're--you're pregnant-
- what are you going to tell your husband?"
"I don't know," I said, sitting up. "Carl," I said to the
man in the ski mask, who was still breathing heavily,
"what am I going to tell you?"
Carl pulled off the mask. "For Christ's sake, Kim, what
was the point of the ski mask if you were going to tell
him anyway? It's not like he knew what I looked like. And
it was damned hot under there."
"Well," I said, "this was fine for a one-shot, but
there's no guarantees you know." I turned to Jack's
bewildered face. "Jack, you're good. Real good. You're
everything I hoped you would be. And I don't want this to
be the one and only time. I want you to keep on seeding
me until we're sure your baby is growing inside me."
Jack stumbled for words. "But what-- who--"
I kissed Jack on the cheek. "Jack, you're like Carl.
You're a wonderful man. I tried, I really did, but there
was no way you were going to be unfaithful to your wife
unless you're life depended upon it. Maybe even only if
someone else's life depended on it. So we put on this
little charade for you, if only to show that Carl doesn't
mind. Do you, Carl?"
"Hell," Carl answered, "I thought it'd be interesting,
but I didn't realize how much I'd enjoy watching you
getting it."
"And," I said to Jack, "I knew you wanted me. Jack, you
deserve to have children, and I want to bear your child.
Let me give you a child, Jack."
Jack's face softened. He leaned over and pushed me back
onto the table. He whispered, "Nothing would please me
more."
But just as he started to roll between my legs, Carl
said, "Hey, Kim, before you two go back to making babies,
will you take off these damn leg harnesses and get my
chair? I think I've done all the standing I can do."
As I pulled the wheelchair out of the conference room
closet, Carl added, "And why don't we go back to the
apartment? Your beds gotta be more comfortable than that
table, and the mirrors you set up will make it easier for
me to watch. You don't mind, do you Jack?"
"It's the least I can do," Jack said while eyeing me
hungrily.
As it turned out, it took another month before I became
pregnant. I gave Jack a beautiful baby girl. This time,
though, the ultrasound says I'll finally have my son.
Jack's wife, Carol, was initially a bit upset, but she
finally came around. Interestingly enough, she's grown
quite fond of Carl's tongue and Carl says she does
wonderful things with her mouth as well.
One big happy family.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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