He asks what her quota is.

“Five.” Cathy said looking at the ground her cheeks flushing with shame.

Matt knew she had worked here for five years and asked. “So, you want me to get you pregnant five times all because you never did your job?”

Cathy blushed at him pointing out her incompetence and shook her head saying. “No, the company just released a new fertility ****. If I take it, you probably wouldn’t have to impregnate me more than twice.”

Matt thought about it for a while before saying. “I’ll do it on one condition. You have to marry my cock.”

“A person can’t marry a cock.” Cathy said looking at him like he was an idiot.

“Fine have it your way.” Matt said as he turned to leave.

“No wait.” She said and seeing him stop she asked. “What would I have to do?”

Matt had to make himself stop smiling when he turned around. Looking at her he said. “It’s simple. We have a wedding. You invite your family the whole nine and you become Cathy Cock.” Matt could see the hesitation in her eyes and asked. “You do want my cock don’t you.”

Cathy’s pussy was screaming at her to say yes. The longer he was in the room the more she just wanted to throw herself at him. Her pride a morality started to crumble under the weight of her lust and desire. If someone had told her a week ago, she would even be considering this she would have called them crazy. She could not stand him before, seeing him as only another snot nosed college brat. Now all she could think about was getting him to stick his dick in her. “Fine I’ll marry your cock just please fuck me.” She said hastily.

Matt looked at her like she had insulted him and said. “I don’t think you are taking this serious.” He turned to leave again, and she grabbed his arm.

“No, don’t go. I’m serious I’ll do it. I’ll be the best wife your cock could ever have.” She pleaded in desperation.