Laura My office sex slave

Laura’s situation was a little unique. She shared an office with me, and like it or not I got to be very familiar with the nuances of her life, mainly from phone calls and the like that she made, and listening to her talk to people that happened by. That, in addition to what she told me herself, gave me a wealth of information. Pretty much more than I wanted to know.

She was married to a railroad engineer, who was gone a good deal of the time, and because of his route, he was usually gone for a couple of days at a time, sometimes as much as a week. She tracked his trips as well, and had his schedule in the computer for weeks in advance. I knew that Laura was really obsessed with getting pregnant. I had heard her talk about it a lot, and I knew that she was taking fertility pills and seeing fertility specialists. I also knew that she was tracking her periods to determine her most fertile times, and that she kept a database of every time she and her husband had sex. Since my hours were different from hers, and I knew far more about the computer than she did, I checked those routinely, mainly out of nosiness.

My own thought on the subject was that either her husband didn’t have what it took to knock her up, or that it was because he was gone too much of the time, especially when she was at her peak periods of fertility. I knew from her database that they didn’t do it much when he was home, and under the circumstances, I didn’t understand that.

She was good looking enough. She was about 5’7″ or so, on the thin side and had smallish breasts. I knew that she had implants, but you really couldn’t tell it. I guess she must have only had mosquito bites before she got them. Her hair was short. I never got so much as a tit shot from her or an up the skirt shot in all the time I worked with her. She guarded very closely. With what I knew and the information I had access to, I knew that this could be manipulated to something good under the right circumstances. It was all a matter of planning and waiting for the right time. I waited, and kept track of all her information as closely as she did. I knew that when the right combination of events occurred, this could have the potential to get interesting.

One day when she left work early, I got updated copies of all her charts and updated the copies I kept in my computer. I knew she was tracking all those databases, but she was tracking them individually. I took them and made a chart overlay that included her periods, when she was most fertile, when she and her husband had done it, and when her husband had been or was scheduled to be gone, all in one chart. That chart told me quite a story.

The first thing that I learned from this chart was that Laura had not been screwed in a week and a half, and that the last time they had only done it once. I also learned that Laura had started her period that week, and that she was coming up on a fertile period the following week, which peaked on Wednesday. I also learned that her husband would be leaving on Thursday, well before the fertile period began, and wouldn’t be back for ten days. I had to come up with a plan immediately, and start it. What I needed though, was some sort of lead in. It was not the kind of thing I could just go up to her and start talking about. I also had to be very careful that I didn’t let her know that I knew any of the details I knew. Fortunately, that lead in came that very afternoon.

I had a phone call from an old friend that I hadn’t heard from in a long time. Laura was in the office, so I knew that she would be listening in, especially if I spoke quietly. I was talking to my buddy about old girlfriends, and it gave me the perfect opportunity to talk to him about all of them, especially those who had gotten pregnant extremely easily. I mentioned that I had made my ex-wife Sharlene pregnant twice, Leslie twice, Debbie once, Becky twice, and that was just the ones I knew about. I was pretty sure that Carla, Misty, and Joyce were pregnant when I broke up with them, and Cindy had gotten pregnant the first time I screwed her. I told him it seemed like I was extra potent or something. I watched from the corner of my eye, and saw that Laura was hanging on every word.

When she came to work on Monday, she was visibly upset. She looked like she had had a very bad night, and probably a bad weekend. She went to work on her computer first thing, then left at nine to go to a meeting. As soon as she was gone, I checked her databases.

She and her husband had not done it all weekend, so it had been over two weeks now for her. Her period had ended right on time, and she was now at the beginning of a fertile cycle, which would peak in two days and last all week. I knew that her husband was gone, and would be gone for ten days. She had heard the phone discussion about how I was extra potent and made women pregnant very easily, she hadn’t been laid for over two weeks, and she was pissed at her husband. Everything was in place. All I needed now was a trigger. Something to breach the subject, and it had to come from her. I was relatively certain it would.

She went directly from her morning meeting to lunch, so I didn’t see her until the afternoon. It was a quiet afternoon, and everyone else in the building was gone except us. On afternoons like this it was highly unlikely that anyone from the main building would be over. There were no classes going on, and everybody that people usually came to see was not there. All was quiet for an hour or so, and then she started talking. I don’t know why, but she really started unloading. She told me about a fight she had with her husband. She said that she had tried to get him to get somebody else to take this trip for him so he could be home when she was fertile, and he had refused. She had said that he obviously didn’t want a baby as bad as she did, and that all the evidence pointed to it. She didn’t go into detail about the rest of the fight, but it had apparently been bad one and had still not been settled when he left.

I asked her if she thought that was true, and she said yes. She said that all the evidence pointed to it. I didn’t press that issue. I told her that if she really wanted a baby, that there were other ways to do it. I left it kind of open, so she could read that statement any way she wanted. After all, the way I had said it could have meant artificial insemination or surrogate. Her response told me how she took it. She said that she really wouldn’t feel right about running around on her husband. She said she still loved him, and that it was important to her.

I told her that I had always believed that there was a difference between love and sex. One could absolutely be had without the other. Love was an emotional act, while sex was a physical one. They could be separated quite easily, into an emotional trait and a mechanical act. After all, it could be considered only one step away from artificial insemination, only the method of delivery was different. All it came down to was a mechanical act of fertilization.

She said that she had never thought about it in that way, but that she could see the logic of my thought. One thing led to another, and soon she asked me if I had really made all those women pregnant. I told her that I had, and that there had probably been more. She was quiet the rest of the day, and as we were walking out the door that evening, she said simply “I want you to fertilize me on Wednesday.”, and walked on.

She didn’t come to work the next day (Tuesday). When she came in Wednesday, she had on a long dress. It was a couple of hours before business settled down enough for her to talk to me. When she did, she told me to meet her at a local motel at noon, and she told me a room number. I told her I would be there. She left for lunch a little early, and so did I. I didn’t go to the room until noon, though, because that is what she had said. I was knocking on the door at exactly noon, though.

She opened the door and told me to come in, which I did quickly. She was still fully dressed, just like she had been at work. She went over to the bed and laid down on it, then pulled her long skirt up around her waist. She had on no panties, and as soon as her skirt was high enough to allow it, she opened her legs wide and raised her knees. She looked at me and said “Okay. Make me pregnant.”. I started to take off my clothes, but she told me not to. She said she wanted this to be strictly a mechanical act, and that I could only access what I needed to get to. She said she wanted sex, not love.

I opened my pants and got on top of her. Once there, I took my dick out and guided it to her waiting hole. I slid in to the balls on the first stroke. She moaned loudly. I started to fuck her immediately, determined to fill her pussy with sperm as soon as possible. I didn’t worry at all about making her come. After all, whether she came or not had nothing to do with getting her pregnant. Her pussy was tight and hot, and I was fully enjoying this even though it was only a mechanical act.

She was lying there a totally dead fuck, and I told her that she really needed to get into it some and start moving. I told her that the hotter she made it for me, the more sperm I would build up to shoot inside her. That seemed to get her attention, and she started to not only hump back against me and match me stroke for stroke, but she began to squeeze my dick with her pussy. She had more talent than I ever imagined. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, and soon I flooded her pussy with a huge amount of sperm. I pulled out and lay down beside her. When I did, she closed her legs and crossed them, trying to keep any of my sperm from leaking out of her. It was impossible, though, because I had planted too much of it in her for her to keep it all inside.

We didn’t talk at all. We just lied there. As I looked over at her, I could feel the stirring s begin in my balls again, and I knew that I could do her again. She looked at me and saw that I was getting hard again, and opened her legs for me. I told her that I wasn’t hard enough yet, even though I knew better. She rolled over and moved her head down to my crotch, taking half my dick in her mouth. She began to suck slowly and gently, then increased both speed and intensity until I thought I would shoot my load down her throat. She was really good at giving blow jobs.

I knew that under the circumstances shooting in her mouth would be a definite opportunity killer, so I guided her away from my dick and had her lie down again. She opened her legs wide. I got on top of her again, and plunged my dick into her. I fucked her slow and easy for a while, even though I was on the verge of coming already. When I could go slow no longer, I began to pound her hard and fast, and soon I was dumping another huge load of sperm in her.

When I finished this time, we both got up because we had to go back to work. We talked a little, but not much. I noticed that when she was straightening her clothes she did not put any panties on. I looked around and didn’t see them, so I figured that she hadn’t worn any.

When we got back to work, it was business as usual. Later that afternoon, she was behind the partition doing some filing. Again, there was no one else in the building, as they had all left for the day. I took a look around the corner and saw her. She was bent at the waist, filing in some lower drawers. She was facing away from me, and all I could think of was her telling me to make her pregnant. I decided that I had to do my best, so I stepped around the partition very quietly. I unzipped my pants and took out my dick and balls. I walked over to her and lifted her dress, then got into position behind her and drove my dick fully into her with one stroke. It happened so quickly that I was buried in her up to the balls before she realized what was going on. Once she did, though, she grabbed hold of a file drawer and held on.

I was only able to last about a dozen strokes before I emptied my balls in her pussy for the third time that day. Since we were at work, and there was a chance of getting caught, albeit a small one, I pulled out of her and flipped her dress back down, closing my pants quickly. Only then did she stand up.

“I can see how you got all those women pregnant.” She said “You shoot huge loads, plant them deep, and do it often.” I said “This is your fertile day. I’m just doing what I can.” She looked at me and said “I’m fertile all night too. Can you keep doing that?” “Absolutely.” I said. I spent the night at her house, and fucked her repeatedly. Both of us nude, of course. We fucked in every room of her house except the master bedroom. She wouldn’t allow that.

The next day we both called in sick and spent the day fucking. Hell, it was like a honeymoon. I spray painted the inside of her pussy so many times that I lost count. When we went back to work on Friday, she didn’t say much. When she finally did speak, she said “I hope you got me pregnant like you did all those other women.” This was the opportunity I had been waiting for. “That was a long time ago,” I said, “before my vasectomy.”