Anne's Impregnation
Interlude...
Interlude…
Betty Director sat in her office behind her desk while her future opportunities dwindled before her…
“So. Are they off?” Ron asked her.
“Yes.” She murmured. “Ron I’d like to than…”
“Save it. Because of you, my family’s wrecked. Here’s the way it works.” He said as he leaned on her desk. “No more spying on my family. Sexual practices or otherwise, or else Du’s peccadilloes come to light before the US and UN intelligence committees.”
“Done.” She said.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“38.” She said hair rising on her neck.
“Sterile? Disease and gadget free?”
“Yes… just a Norplant class injection.” She said. ‘no…’ she thought as she got wet…
He could smell her. “Get the antidote and meet me in two weeks.” Betty tried to object. “Don’t bother. I know it takes that long. And since you’re GJ’s finest, you wouldn’t settle for second best.” He said as he eased around her desk. “How long will it take to flush?” he turned her to him.
“One… week. Then I’ll be extra fertile…OH!” she gasped as he pulled her out of her chair into his arms with The Power.
“Just so you know. I’ll treat you better than he did. But you’ll have to give me something to assure me you’ll behave… (zzziiippp! Ungh, oh, uh, uh, uh, oooo!)” he said as he teased Betty’s clit. “I want you to have my baby.”
Betty slumped in his arms as she was skillfully teased to the best climax she’d ever had…
He stopped. Her climax receded. She was frustrated... and hungry! “You have one week.” He purred in her ear.
His fingers waved before her nose. Her mouth watered as she smelled her sharp tangy scent. Ron licked her copious fuck honey off his hand. “Mmmm! Almost like Anne’s. Tasty.” His hand dove down…
“slitch, smeck… uh, oooo, please… uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh unh ugh!” was heard as his hand worked her clit and cuntmouth.
A spark flew from his hand to her cervix…
“AHHH!” she wailed as she soiled her suit with her flow. “MMM! So GOOD!” she growled as she devoured her honey off his offered fingers.
She slumped into her chair… burning with anguished desire.
Ron wiped his hand clean in her hair.
“One week. Or else they get the records.” He said as he left.
‘What do I do?’ she wept silently.
TBC