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Here is another story by Wollstonecraft. If you have any stories by this
author, or know how to get in contact with him, please get in touch with me.
Thank You.
THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY !!!!
I am not the author, just a reposter.
This is a work of fiction. The author neither endorses nor condones the
actions described herein.
This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. No virgins were
deflowered in the
creation of this work.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Coercion
or
Never Too Late To Start
By Wollstonecraft
Jack took the framed photo from the desk. "Who's this?"
"My daughter," I replied. "Mary is ten now."
"Impossible. You can't have a kid that old, Kim," he grinned. "I'd have
figured her as your
sister."
He was flirting again. That was another of his nicer qualities. When the
company hired him
on as a consultant for the conversion, I was really pissed off. I was the lead
for the project and,
for all intents and purposes, I was his boss, and yet he was getting paid at
least twice as much as
I was. But he charmed me out of my anger, with his expertise and with his
personality.
"Well, she just as pretty as her mother."
I felt myself beginning to blush. We'd been working closely together in
the past two months,
with an awful lot of late nights. It wouldn't have surprised me if he'd tried
to make a move on
me. In actual fact, I was hoping he would. But not a day went by that he
didn't mention his
wife. He really was devoted to her. And not a night went by that I didn't
wish that I was his
wife instead of Carl's. And then I felt guilty about thinking that.
Carl is a wonderful man, but the accident that left him paralyzed also
left him impotent. My
dreams of a son died with our sex life.
"Y'know, that's really my only regret,' he said, putting the frame back on
my desk, "not
having children."
"Well," I said, clearing my throat, "it's never too late to start."
"It is for me. Annie can't have kids."
"That's too bad. I bet you'd have been a good father." Certainly his
children would have
been incredibly handsome and smart.
"Yeah, well, that's the breaks. Anyway, this code isn't going to do what
you want it to, and
here's why." He went on about the project and I tried to follow his reasoning,
but I was too
intent on his breath on my hair as he bent over to point at the listing.
I was sure he found me attractive. Without even being aware of it, I'd
started wearing more
provocative outfits to work. I didn't even realize it until one night when I
caught him glancing
down the front of my blouse. Then I saw the bulge in his pants. That's when I
noticed how I'd
been wearing my sheerest tops and my shortest skirts. It was no wonder I was
getting strange
looks from the mail room staff.
After I let myself know how I felt, it got worse. I'd purposely bend over
when he was behind
me, almost wiggling my ass at him, and I could hear his breathing quicken. I'd
lean forward
when I sat across from him at the conference table, giving him a clear view of
the filmy bra I
took to wearing, and his face would flush. Once I even pressed my breast
against the back of his
neck when I looked over his shoulder at the computer screen. The words caught
in his throat the
rest of the night.
But even after all that, he never gave me the slightest indication that
he'd ever act on what he
was obviously feeling. Every morning I'd wake up anticipating being with him.
Every night, I'd
lay awake in bed, imagining him with me. I'd fondle myself, pretending it was
his hands, his
lips, his manhood, pressing into me. I'd orgasm while fantasizing him above
me, his long hair
swaying back and forth as he thrust into me again and again, pumping his seed
into me, making
me pregnant with his son. And when the waves subsided, I fall into a deep
depression, knowing
that it would never be.
Or so I thought.
"Jack!" I knew he'd hear the cry. It was another late night and we were
the only two left in
the entire building. Or so we thought.
When he bolted though the conference room door, responding to my
terrorfilled shriek, he
saw the gun immediately.
"Alright, shithead," the hooded man said, "get the fuck over there against
the table with the
bitch. And don't pull anything heroic unless you want to die."
He stood leaning against the walls in the corner of the room, his gun
waving threateningly
about. "You two picked the wrong night to work late."
Jack walked slowly over to stand next to me, our shoulders touching,
facing the skimasked
man with our backs to the large conference table. "JJack," I said, my voice
trembling, "II
just came in to get some papers and there he was. He made me call you in here,
I"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," the man with the gun growled.
Jack said softly, "Look, fella, nobody wants any trouble. Just tell us
what you want and we'll
give it to you and then you can go, okay?"
"All the fuck I want is to get the hell out of here," the man snarled.
"Go," Jack said. "We won't stop you."
"The fuck you will," he barked. "The second I go through that door,
you're on the phone to
security and they pick me off before I'm on the first floor." He shook his
head. "What the
fuck am I gonna do with you two assholes? I should just kill you both and take
my chances that
the shots aren't heard."
I began to cry. "Ppleaseplease don't"
"Shit, bitch, I said shut the fuck up! Fuck, I ain't never killed anybody
before and I wasn't
planning to start, but I got to get the fuck out of here."
"Listen, fella," Jack said, "you can trust us, we won't"
"Faggot, I won't tell you again," he shouted, "shut the fuck up!"
The silence in the room seemed to last forever. Then the man with the ski
mask said,
"Alright, why don't you two get naked while I figure out what to do with you."
My mouth dropped open. "Butbut why"
"The two of you ain't going to get very far running after me without
clothes. Now strip!"
I began to unbutton my blouse as Jack took off his shirt. I could feel
the heat of his skin next
to me. As my thin lacy bra came into his view, the intruder whistled. "Nice
set, bitch. I'll
bet the two of you were going to end up screwing on one of those desks out
there, weren't you?"
"Nno," I whispered as I undid my bra, letting my breasts free, "Jack's
never made any kind of
advance at me."
"What's the matter with him?" the burglar asked. "Ain't she your type,
faggot?"
Jack didn't say anything as he undid his belt and let his pants fall to
the floor. I couldn't help
but notice how well hung he was. He glanced over to me and I could see his
penis rising.
"What's this," the man said, pointing to Jack's growing member with his
gun, "is that for the
bitch, or for me? You fucking homo, I ought to shoot you now."
"Hehe's not homosexual," I yelped.
"Yeah, sure he ain't. Working late with a piece of ass as nice as this,
and he ain't made his
move? Oh, he's a faggot all right. Look at his faggoty long hair! I fuckin'
hate faggots!"
He was getting agitated. "Please," I said, "he's"
I froze in horror as he pointed the gun at me. "I won't tell you again to
shut the fuck up!" He
turned the gun at Jack, who was now completely nude, as was I. "Listen, you
fuckin' fag,
there's only one thing that'll keep me from blowing you away right now, and
that if you and that
bitch get up on that table and you fuck the living shit out of her."
Jack's eyes flew open. I stammered, "No! I meanwe're both married and I
can't"
"The fuck he's married. Fuckin' window dressing if he is. And you're
probably a fuckin'
lezbo, ain't you? Well, I can cure you of that after I get rid of the fag."
He began to push
himself away from the wall.
"No!" I cried. "It's justI mean, cancan he use a condom?"
"A what? Fuck, no! He screws you barebackif he can screw you at all."
"But II'm not protected and it's a really bad time right now, I mean, if
he comes in me, he'll
probably make me pregnant." Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jack's
penis growing
thick and hard.
"We'll see if he can. Get up on the table, bitch." I pulled myself back
up onto the large
conference table and lay back. I stared at the ceiling, shaking in fear and
anticipation. My wish
was coming true. "Spread those legs so I can see your cunt." I pulled my
thighs apart. I
shivered as I realized I was getting wet. "Nice twat, bitch."
Then I heard him bark, "Alright, faggot, get up there and stick the
bitch." Then I felt the table
shake and then suddenly Jack was over me, his legs between mine, his arms on
either side of me
holding him up. My breath caught as I felt his penis on my thigh. "Pull your
legs apart,
faggot," the man against the wall shouted. "I want to be able to see your
cock in her cunt. Don't
try to pull any of that backdoor shit." I felt his legs pressing my thighs
wider apart. My knees
came up to rest against his buttocks.
I looked up into his eyes. "II'm sorry, Kim," he whispered, I"
"Ssh," I hushed, "it's all right." I reached down and took his penis in
my hand and guided it
between the folds of my labia. Jack groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure.
He began to press in and I gasped as I felt the lips of my vagina wrapping
around the thick
head of his manhood. His hips fell and the rigid flesh slowly sank into me. I
began to moan.
He was so big and I was so tight. We both grunted when our pubic bones met and
he was fully
inside me.
He began to withdraw and it felt like he was pulling my insides out with
his penis. My
vagina gripped him so tight, I never wanted him to leave. Then, with a grunt,
he swiftly drove
back in, making me cry out.
As he began to thrust in and out, I felt the fire growing inside me. "Oh,
Jack," I moaned,
"you don'tyou don't know how I'veI've wanted this"
"No morethat me," he grunted, "I've wantedyou sincethe firstnight"
"Aw, that's sweet," the burglar jeered. "C'mon, shithead, get your ass in
gear. I want to hear
that bitch scream."
Jack didn't need any encouragement. His rhythm increased and soon he was
hammering into
me so deeply I felt his thickness beating against my cervix. I met each
powerful penetration,
driving my buttocks up, trying to pull him in even deeper. The orgasm began
deep within me, a
fluttering inside that suddenly flashed and burned through my entire being. My
entire body
spasmed and I screamed in rapture.
"Yeah, that's it, that's it," the hooded man whooped, "Pound that bitch!
Make her squeal!"
As the flames of ecstasy waned, Jack suddenly changed tempo, thrusting with
long, sharp
jabs, and I began to spasm again. Each time one orgasm ended, he knew just how
to alter his
stroke to
send me shrieking into another.
He seemed to go on forever, his beating hips growing more forceful and
intense with each
deep piercing. My body urged and coaxed him on, my buttocks pounding against
the table as
again and again I pushed myself up into him, taking him in, swallowing as much
of him as I
could into me, my spasming vagina pulling and clutching at his sweet flesh.
Then I felt his back begin to tighten and he grunted, "Kim, oh, God, Kim,
II'm going toI'm"
I felt him trying to pull away, but I quickly wrapped my legs tightly around
his waist and heard
myself crying, "No, baby, no, stay inside me! Come in me, baby, give it to me,
fill me, fill me,
come in me, come in me!!"
That sent him over the edge. His fingers dug into my shoulders as he
drove himself violently
in, the head of his penis hammering into my cervix. The hard flesh clenched
tightly in my
vagina suddenly swelled up and then, with a fierce throb, it gushed his sweet
seed into me.
"Oh, yes, baby, fill me, fill me!" I squealed as again he savagely stabbed
back into me and
again the thickness deep inside me grew thicker before it again jerked and
fired another great
rush of potent sperm deep into me. I felt my convulsing vagina pulling and
sucking at the thick
cream, drawing it deep into my womb. Over and over, the massive flesh within
me pulsed and
pumped, flooding me, filling me, and my thirsty vagina greedily drank it down,
squeezing and
milking every sweet drop of the prolific inseminate from the ejaculating spike
I held so tightly
inside of me.
"Yes, baby, yes, baby," I cried over and over, even after he was drained
and collapsed on top
of me. As we both strained to catch our breath, I stroked his hair. "That was
so good, so
good," I moaned.
"Oh, God, Kim," Jack whispered as he rolled off me, "I'm so sorry, I tried
to pull out, but II
couldn't and II could have made youmade you"
"Pregnant?" I finished. "Well, if I'm regular, and I usually am, I should
be at my most fertile
time."
"Oh, God," Jack groaned, "but if you'reyou're pregnant what are you going
to tell your
husband?"
"I don't know," I said, sitting up. "Carl," I said to the man in the ski
mask, who was still
breathing heavily, "what am I going to tell you?"
Carl pulled off the mask. "For Christ's sake, Kim, what was the point of
the ski mask if you
were going to tell him anyway? It's not like he knew what I looked like. And
it was damned hot
under there."
"Well," I said, "this was fine for a oneshot, but there's no guarantees
you know." I turned to
Jack's bewildered face. "Jack, you're good. Real good. You're everything I
hoped you would
be. And I don't want this to be the one and only time. I want you to keep on
seeding me until
we're sure your baby is growing inside me."
Jack stumbled for words. "But what who"
I kissed Jack on the cheek. "Jack, you're like Carl. You're a wonderful
man. I tried, I really
did, but there was no way you were going to be unfaithful to your wife unless
you're life
depended upon it. Maybe even only if someone else's life depended on it. So
we put on this
little charade for you, if only to show that Carl doesn't mind. Do you, Carl?"
"Hell," Carl answered, "I thought it'd be interesting, but I didn't
realize how much I'd enjoy
watching you getting it."
"And," I said to Jack, "I knew you wanted me. Jack, you deserve to have
children, and I want
to bear your child. Let me give you a child, Jack."
Jack's face softened. He leaned over and pushed me back onto the table.
He whispered,
"Nothing would please me more."
But just as he started to roll between my legs, Carl said, "Hey, Kim,
before you two go back
to making babies, will you take off these damn leg harnesses and get my chair?
I think I've done
all the standing I can do."
As I pulled the wheelchair out of the conference room closet, Carl added,
"And why don't we
go back to the apartment? Your bed's gotta be more comfortable that table, and
the mirrors you
set up will make it easier for me to watch. You don't mind, do you Jack?"
"It's the least I can do," Jack said while eyeing me hungrily.
As it turned out, it took another month before I became pregnant. I gave
Jack a beautiful
baby girl. This time, tho, the ultrasound says I'll finally have my son.
Jack's wife, Carol, was
initially a bit upset, but she finally came around. Interestingly enough,
she's grown quite fond
of Carl's tongue and Carl says she does wonderful things with her mouth as
well. One big
happy family.
GNerol
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