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“...Okay.” You answer, “I think.”

Claire pushes herself up further up on her arm to look down at you and even in the storm of emotion you find yourself in you can’t stop yourself from enjoying the way her breasts fall together as she moves.

“You don’t look ok,” she says. “You look like you just shit yourself.”

You look up at her, with every passing moment the emotions inside you seem to shift and change.

Anger.

Fear.

Excitement.

Regret.

They all seem to shift and slide inside you, slowly but surely resolving into something new.

“You just caught me off guard is all,” you reply truthfully.

“And now you are worried it’s yours?” Claire asks you, her voice having that same strangely playful tone in it as when she first made a move on you. “Think I’m going to try and trap you?”

“What? No!” You reply, the thought having truly never crossed your mind and as she brings it up you stop to wonder why you never thought about that. You guess it is because, as good a fuck as she is, you never saw Claire as the kind of woman to try something like that. After all what would she gain from trapping a broke teenager?

“I’m just teasing you,” she says with a playful slap of your chest. “Not that the thought of keeping that dick on a tight lease hadn’t crossed my mind but that would involve more whips and chains than babies.”

As Claire speaks you feel like you are starting to bring yourself back under control. The wild emotions starting to fade away as you discount the more outlandish fears that had sprung forth in those first few horrible moments.

“I guess I always thought you took birth control on the sly.” You say, “I mean I know you said you did sometimes but…”

“But you didn’t think I would be dumb enough to let myself get knocked up by a married man or a penniless teen?” Claire cut in, her tone still bright.

“Well I wouldn’t put it that way,” you reply quickly.

Claire laughed again, turning away from you and sliding off the edge of the bed. In the half light of her room you again took in the perfect curves of her figure, even the tell tail wetness of her thighs only added to her allure. In Spite of everything else you feel your cock begin to grow. However those thoughts are overridden by a much more pressing question.

“What are you going to do?”

Claire walked over to her dresser, kicking a side hastily discarded items of clothing along the way. “Am I going to get a abortion? Was that what you meant to ask?” She said without looking over her shoulder.

“No!” You shoot back again, something about the flippant way she is acting getting on your nerves. “I meant what are you going to do about the Pastor?”

“Well that really depends on a couple of things.” Claire explained as she looked through the items on the dresser, looking for something.

“Like what?”

“Well what his wife says to you when you suggest he might get me knocked up.” Claire finally found what she was looking for, turning to you and tossing the object onto the bed. “I assume you are going to fuck her again right?”

You pick up the box, a box of condoms that from the looks of them had been bought quite some time ago.

“Why would it matter how she would react?” You ask.

“Because she has the ear of every stuck up fucker in this town with any kind of power.” Claire began to explain. “If I tell him the best case is I get a bus ticket to a abortion clinic in another city but if he thinks his wife will find out…” She let the thought hang in the air for a moment. “Although that would depend on how she would react. I never saw her as the kind to have a bit of raw strange with the new kid in the office so I am going to need you to feel out the situation.” She gestured to the condoms. “Those should be enough for her to fuck you again.”

“So you want to **** him?” You ask, again feeling unsure of all of this.

“Not ****,” Claire retorted. “Just making sure he pays for the life he brought into this world by his own hypocrisy. “She smiles. “You know I suggested we use a rubber at first and he said no. Really no-one he can blame for this but himself.”

“Except the kid could be mine,” You point out, climbing out of the bed. “I mean he knows about us.”

“True except as far as he knows I have never let you fuck me raw.” Claire explained with a smile.

You look at Claire, your mental image of her changing with every passing moment. Before you had seen her as nothing but a good time girl. A easy slut who liked to play up risk for her own cheap thrills. Yet now you where starting to see what lay beneath that facade, a woman who was willing to use her body to get exactly what she wanted.

“Look,” She added, seeming to read your mind. “I know I might seem like a heartless cunt right now and I’m not going to pretend I didn’t plan for this but look at it this way. “She pushed herself off the dresser, her arms wrapping around you waist as she presses her body against yours. “Fucking the Pastor is all business for me but fucking you is all pleasure.”

You look down at her. You know you should push her away, tell her that she really is a heartless cunt to do what she is doing. You want to tell her that you won’t be a part of this, that you won’t do what she wants you to do with Angela.

You want to say and do all those things.

Yet you don’t. Yet you let your arms wrap around her body, pulling her close to you. You let the fresh memories of her mouth on your cock and your cock in her cunt flow over you. You let the promise of more that her body seems to scream out overtake you.

In that moment you know that you will do what she wants and you will keep doing what she wants for as long as she lets you fuck her.