Amber's

You move over behind the desk and plop yourself down in her open chair. "What are you-" her query is cut off when you pull your cock out of your pants. Her eyes widen, apparently her experience with men is limited. "But I'm too old to have children," she whines, in contrast to her previous confident tone. You don't bother explaining how her age isn't an obstacle for you. If you want her to get pregnant, she will.

"Focus, Ms. Hawthorne, please," Agent Heron says, drawing her attention back to him. He is not phased in the slightest by your actions. "I sympathize with you. This is your hospital after all, but this situation clearly falls under NRG jurisdiction." She yelps when you yank down her suit pants. Her ass is surprisingly tight for a woman her age. She must keep her body in shape.

Her attention jumps between your massive, throbbing cock and the dark glasses of the agent. "Wait, wait, wait, you can't just take my hospital from me!" You grab her tightly around the waist and begin pulling her towards you. "Just hold on! That thing is not going to fit!" This kind of reaction is the sort of thing you'd expect from a sheltered teenager, not a woman who is closer to retirement than college.

"Unfortunately, both are true. And the less you resist, the less painful it will be." You pull her down so that the tip of your cock is pressing against her pussy.

"Either way, I will accomplish my mission here, and that means my staff will be taking over. They will be here in the next week or so. I expect full cooperation." Sensing that she is about to speak, you pull down, spearing the older woman on your cock. She squeaks like a mouse.

"I'll draft some plans for the new wings and find some local contractors that are up to the task," you add, using your grip on her waist to bounce her up and down. Her hands grip the edge of the desk as she struggles to maintain her balance let alone think or speak.

Heron nods. "I'll need the records for all the women who are currently pregnant as well." He looks at Amber, who is being fucked harder and deeper than she has ever been her whole life.

"I don't think that will be a problem. I sense that she is get a lot more cooperative soon." You feel the pressure building in your balls. "Make sure you grab Ms. Hawthorne's records as well." Agent Heron cracks a tiny smile. So he does feel emotions after all. Slamming her down balls deep, you unleash your load into her. She moans and her eyes roll into the back of her head, and you instantly know that she is pregnant. You let go of her, and she slumps to the ground, falling off your cock as she collapses on the floor of her own office, gasping and leaking cum.

Picking up her pants off the floor, you seperate her simple white panties from her suit pants. "Ms. Hawthorne, I'm afraid I'm going to need you to stand up for this." Reaching a hand out, you pull her unsteadily up to her feet, putting the panties in her hand and snapping a picture while she is still in a daze. You take the panties and put them into your pocket for safekeeping. "It was an absolute pleasure. We will be in touch." The older woman slides down the wall to a seated position and stays there, silent, leaking cum and bottomless as the two of you depart her office.