Results of Special Services

I got to the clinic the next day. Janet grinned at me when I came in. "The doctor will see you now. Follow me."

I went through the door from the lobby to the interior of the clinic. Once the door closed, Janet pressed me against the wall and kissed me passionately. She felt up my package, and I fondled her breasts. She broke the kiss, saying, "Just in case you fuck her today, I'm just reminding you of who you come home to." Then she straightened her clothes and led me to the doctor's office. She opened the door, letting me walk in, and winked as I passed. She closed the door and left me with Dr. Jones. I am amazed that this hot office manager, sexy and passionate in bed, does not seem phased by me having sex with her boss or the clients of the clinic.

The doctor was wearing her white lab coat, and a more conservative blouse than usual underneath. "Good morning, Steve. I have some lab results I'd like to share with you; Terra, Cammy, and Lisa are all pregnant. They are totally pleased with the results and your performance. This just proves what I thought about you and your sperm -- that you are very fertile. Outstanding!" What she left unsaid was that she did not get pregnant. "By the way, I really like that you are willing to go above and beyond with the clients. What you did for Terra was not only okay, but fantastic. I think she's pregnant today, because you were willing to give her that extra shot of sperm. It was very amusing, though, when Cammy kept saying she wasn't pregnant and that she'd need another sperm donation. The blood test confirmed, though, that you knocked her up properly. I think she just wants to fuck you again."

I blushed and mumbled. Then I looked her in the eye and said, "You wouldn't give me her number, would you?"

Dr. Jones laughed, which made her breasts wobble delightfully under her lab coat. "Oh, that would violate the confidentiality of this office, you naughty boy." Her smirk was enough to raise my blood pressure twenty points. I could see that her brain was working on something, though. "As you may have noticed, I didn't mention anything about me being pregnant. I'm not surprised by that, since I've been trying for over two years without luck. I do feel that you have the best chance of anyone I've tested, because of the fantastic performance of your sperm. A 75% success rate in a single session is really excellent. I know I'm still fertile. I think my antibodies and enzymes may just be somewhat antagonistic to sperm."

She stood up, unbuttoning her lab coat. As she continued talking, she wandered around the room with her arms behind her back. This presented her breasts to their best advantage. "Mr. Wilson, I have a proposal for you. I would like to have sex with you at least once per ovulation of my cycle until I get pregnant or give up and try something else. I know you are seeing my assistant, Janet, but she has indicated that she would be willing to let you perform this service for me. I am not looking for a lover; I am looking to get pregnant. Not that you aren't an incredible lover, but a baby is my primary concern. You would also be paid as per our normal arrangement for each insemination."

She stopped in front of me and squatted at my feet, looking up into my face. I could see down her blouse at her tits. She whispered, "I would also give you Cammy's name and phone number, if you would do this for me." Her hand gently rubbed my bulge.