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   Coercion

   or

   Never Too Late To Start

   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 charmed me out of my anger, with his expertise and
with his personality.

   "Well, she just as pretty as her mother."

   I felt myself beginning to blush.  We'd been working closely together in
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
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 the accident that left him paralyzed also
left him impotent.  My dreams of a son died with our 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 good father." Certainly his
children would have been incredibly handsome and smart.

   "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 the mail room staff.

   After I let myself know 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 bra 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 the rest of the night.

   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 fall 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 we 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 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.

   "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 then suddenly Jack was over me, his
legs between mine, his arms on either side of me holding him 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." 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 labia.  Jack groaned, his
eyes closing in 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 the 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 the 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 bed's gotta be
more comfortable 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, tho, 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.