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Chapter 8
by mistressrachel
Now what?
I'm going to knock you up...
You plow into me without a care, making me groan and grunt and curse about your inconsiderate fucking. It feels better for you as my now swollen pussy (mercifully) gets wetter. I don't like you very much right now, but I tell myself maybe you just don't know any better. Maybe you're the type of guy that has to hire me because you're too clueless to get a girl to have sex with you for free. But of course, I don't say any of this to you. I'm on the clock here, so I just shut my mouth and do my job. I clench my eyes, brace myself against the door, and let you do what you need to do to me to get off...
"Ughhhh!!" you grunt as you slam into me and blow your load. You can tell I can feel you spurting into me as I try to look back over my shoulder.
I complain, "...oh...mother fucker..." but you just thrust your pelvis against my soft, bare bottom, holding me in place with your cock pulsating inside me until you're completely finished draining your balls into my body.
You finally pull out, and can immediately see your cum dribbling out of me. I turn around, panties around my ankles, holding my dress up with one hand and feeling between my thighs with the other. I pull my hand back and look at your splooge on my open palm. I glare at you, "What the fuck?! You're supposed to wear a condom! My manager went over the rules with you!" You shrug.
I angrily yank my panties up and clumsily pull them into place, smearing your cum all over my crotch as I complain, "I'm not on birth control, you asshole. You fucking... you better not have anything..." I grab my purse and mumble "fuck you" as I storm out. You don't care. You enjoyed yourself and you feel great.
You're lucky. For violating the rules, I'd normally have my manager come visit you, talk to you, and probably cut you up or beat you half to ****. But as it turns out, you got me pregnant, and I can't do that to the father of my child. So luckily, you only have to pay child support to me for a couple of decades. I still think you got off easy.
THE END (fuck you)
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What Do You Want To Do With Me?
I made myself the sexual object in this story. So you get to decide every little thing you do to me.
Created on Sep 10, 2008 by mistressrachel
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