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MARKETABLE SKILLS - BOOK 2 by Jake

Pam Gets a New Life

Chapter one

I could hardly sleep that night after being with Tom. My head was racing with ideas of what was to come and making plans for the future.

The next day Tom asked if I could extend my stay a couple of days. He had arranged for me to see an expert gynecologist he knew. He had some experience in the area himself since he and his wife had spent years trying to find out why she was barren. She was infertile and could not conceive, that seemed to be a fact. I agreed to extend my stay.

I called my husband Jimmy and informed him I would be a couple of more days since while I was in Chicago I wanted to take the opportunity to see an expert gynecologist to confirm what Dr. Davis had told me, to get a second opinion. The doctor was a woman named Helen Crump and she did indeed recommend some exploratory surgery which she scheduled for 10 days hence.

To make a long story short, when I got back home I told my husband that we needed to move right away. He didn’t want to. He wasn’t ready. He had been given a special assignment at work and wanted to see it through. And of course, there was Tracy. She wasn’t ready to give him up just yet. I said “Fine. Screw you. I’m out of here. Join me when you can”

The next day I woke up to find Tracy in our bed with us again. I got up, slipped on shorts, sandals and a tube top and went out to have a trailer hitch installed on my little red convertible. I rented a small U-Haul trailer and got some wardrobe packing boxes. That afternoon I packed all my personal belongings and cloths. I left about midnight, just before Jimmy got home from work. I left him a note saying I would call him with my phone number when I got one.

When I got to Aurora I called Tom, using a pay phone, to tell him I had arrived. He said “great” and had good news. He had arranged it with the sellers of the house for me to stay there while waiting for the closing. They said they would move their belongings out in two weeks. Since I knew where the house was he said he would meet me there. I pulled into the driveway and waited for him. When he arrived he helped me unpack. Then we made love in “our new marriage bed”

Tom accompanied me to the hospital for the procedure. It was outpatient surgery so he would wait for me and then take me back “home”

After the operation, while still in the recovery room, the doctor told me she had removed my left ovary. Oh, my God, I thought to myself. But she went on to say it was somewhat genetically deformed and malfunctioning thus causing my whole reproductive system to basically shut down. She was somewhat surprised that I had been having regular periods but said sometimes that’s just the way it goes.

She went on to say that with that little fix out of the way that my other ovary would start working overtime, spitting out healthy eggs and that she expected me to be fertile as a turtle. Halleluiah!

The next day I called my husband and informed him that I had the exploratory operation performed and the doctor thought she may have fixed my problem. He said that was great news and was glad to hear it.

A couple of days later I had a follow up examination and Dr. Crump said everything was just fine. She asked how the recovery was going and if I needed more pain pills. She advised me to take it easy for awhile. Then she gave me some medicated patches to dress my incision with. They reminded me of birth control patches but she said they contained healing medicines that will speed up recovery and reduce any possible scarring from the tiny incision she had made. She also asked that I return for another follow up just after my next period, probably in a couple of weeks.

I said I felt great but I later found out the pain medication had me high as a kite and I didn’t realize it.

I asked her if she could fit me with a better diaphragm. I wanted something less obtrusive and told her that some guys, at least the ones who could “bump” my cervix, might be able to “feel” the cervical cap. I wanted something totally undetectable.

Since I was married she obviously wondered what I meant by “some guys” She asked if I had considered an intrauterine device, but went on to inquire why I would choose to use a contraceptive, just having gone through a procedure to restore my fertility.

I indicated an IUD was too permanent, that I just needed something temporary. I decided to be frank with her and told her I enjoyed having sexual union with multiple partners.

She said she could specify an ultra shear, long skirted, lightweight, looser fitting one but I could see she was puzzled and had unanswered questions. She said,

“So, basically you are saying you want it for selective breeding purposes”

“I guess you could say that, or maybe de-selective breeding might be more like it”

“Well you’ve probably told me more than I really need to know. But, I guess I should ask one other thing. Since you said multiple partners, are we talking about individual couplings or do you pull trains, orgy style as well?”

“It could be either way actually. Does it matter?”

“Ah, well, yes, actually it does, since it may affect the design that I specify”

“Why is that?”

“Semen works as a really good lubricant. If continued friction and stress is applied in the presence of copious ejaculation fluids the cervical cap may have a tendency to slip or dislodge, thus leaking as it were”

“Oh, I see. Well, I don’t need it in the case of a gang bang. It would only be used with my husband”

She thought about that a minute and the possible implications I might be eluding to. Her curiosity got the best of her. She asked, “And he can feel the one you use now? Does it bother him or provide some irritation on his part?”

“Oh, no I don’t think he can feel it, although I’m sure some guys could. I just want to make doubly sure he will not know or otherwise be able to detect I am using a contraceptive when we are intimate, if you know what I mean”

“Ah, yes, I think I’m getting the picture here. You don’t want to have your husband’s baby. It’s a bastard you want. And conceiving in a gang bang would be okay. So I presume knowing who specifically sired the offspring is not necessarily important. But when you conceive, the main thing is you want your husband to think he is the father”

“Yes. Exactly”

“The ultra shear units are not as durable as what you are used to. Actually they can be quite delicate. Basically they are single use devices and packaged as such, kind of like a male condom. So how many units would you like me to order?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t need many. Maybe a half dozen or so, just enough to “cover” myself if you get my drift”

“Aren’t you concerned about blood type or DNA testing? Eventually your husband may find out anyway”

“Oh, that’s way down the road, by then I won’t care”

“I take it you’re not intimate with your husband all that often. I wondered why Mr. Anderson, accompanied you to the hospital rather than your spouse”

“Tom just hired me and is helping me get settled here in the Chicago area”

She said, “I see. He is the one who referred you to me, wasn’t he?”

“Yes he was. He told me his wife was infertile and you had worked with them on the issue. Well anyway, my husband hasn’t made the move yet. We haven’t spent that much time together lately and besides he doesn’t seem to have much time or energy left for me anymore. My best friend keeps him pretty busy”

I could tell poor Helen was curious as hell, so I went on,

“Initially I encouraged it. That was before I found out I had a fertility problem. I figured if Jimmy had sex with her and he ever found out about my extramarital activities he couldn’t very well blame me, now could he?”

I went on, “The first time they did it was shortly after my “female problem” was discovered. They both new I was infertile and they let me watch. That first time, even before my husband had actually ejaculated inside her, she had decided she wanted his baby. So she went off the pill behind her husband’s back. She’s a married slut, just like me, you know. I suspect not a day goes by without my husband spilling his seed deep into her hot little whore womb. I know she loves it. Why hell, she probably even thinks she’s doing us a favor and fancies herself as possibly a surrogate mother and all”

Dr. Crump asked if they were aware of the optimist prognosis she had given me. I told her I had informed my husband and that he said he was glad to hear it. I said I had no idea if he had informed Tracy or not but I was pretty certain that it didn’t matter to her one way or another. She was getting what she wanted and that’s probably all that matters as far as she was concerned.

Then she said, “Speaking of surrogate mothers. Since Mr. Anderson has told you about their problem I can only assume he mentioned one of the options discussed was surrogate motherhood. I hope I’m not speaking out of turn here with regard to patient confidentiality but it seems we have been having a rather frank and highly confidential conversation here, you and I”

“Well, here’s the thing Doc, if it’s not already that obvious, Tom has indeed taken me to be his concubine, his “discrete mistress” as it were. I suspect all hell would break loose if his wife ever found out, though”

“Perhaps she would not be quite so upset, as you might think. I am sure she would love to have a child conceived with her husband’s seed”

“That may be. But I was hired as his Administrative Assistant. And I don’t think she would too much appreciate him “fucking his secretary”.

“Ah, yes. You’re probably right. I wasn’t thinking of it quite that way”

“Plus, you know, I enjoy being a slut and if I am as fertile as you think I am, I will get pregnant sooner or later. But I’m not so sure I can guarantee Tom will be the father. Given the opportunity I will fuck just about anybody, anytime, anywhere”

“Oh, I see”, she said.

“Actually Doc, I can’t help myself. I’m a nymphomaniac. But, I can assure you Tom will be given every opportunity to sire his offspring now that I’m fertile. My husband took me to a strip joint once and it turned out to be amateur night. He talked me into entering the competition. I can’t tell you how much it turned me on to be up on that stage naked in front of a bunch of horny men”

“I had fantasies of lying up there on that stage in front of an audience having sexual intercourse, pulling a train as you say. It turned me on thinking about a bunch of guys taking turns dumping their loads in me. I wanted it all bareback so that when I got off the stage my uterus would be leaking adulterous male seed”

“I wanted to tell the guys as they fucked me to make me pregnant and I wanted the audience to hear me say it and I wanted to be ovulating and I wanted to get knocked up right there on that stage with my husband watching. I wanted him to see his wife as I whored myself, not even knowing or caring who the father might be”

She said, “That may be all well and good but I should think STD’s would be a concern for you”

I agreed it was and that I tried to be careful about that as best I could. I told her that my former gynecologist offered his patients a special private “sex therapy” service on the side. I told her how he had a panel of male college students to call upon to serve as studs and that it was kept confidential so the husbands would not find out. The studs were routinely tested so that his patients didn’t have to worry about STD’s as they discretely gave their receptive wanton bodies to those viral college guys. I went on to say the “service” was probably illegal, unethical, immoral or something like that but I sure thought it was a good idea.

She said, “Interesting” and let that hang in the air a moment, then went on with, “It’s just that I would hate to see Tom, ah…I mean Mr. Anderson, contract some nasty bug and inadvertently pass it on to his wife”

I said, “Yeah, that would be a bummer”

She suggested that I have her routinely test me for sexually transmitted diseases. I agreed that it would be a good idea and thanked her. She then said to me,

“You know, since we’re having this little confidential and I mean highly confidential, discrete girl to girl talk here, I will admit to you secretly that I like Tom a lot. In fact, I too have had thoughts and fantasies of carrying his offspring and baring his bastard love child. But I’m married and I could not professionally consider such a thing, especially not with a client. I am even more his age than you are, but then again I suppose most men go for the younger girls if given the choice”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. My husband seems to enjoy Tracy, my best friend, pretty much and she is more your age. Anyway, thoughts like that are HOT, aren’t they? And being the nymph I am, I can assure you it’s even hotter to just give in to them, let yourself go and live out your fantasies, consequences be damned”

“I’m sure you’re right, Mrs. Simpson. Take it easy now and take care of Tom for me, okay?”

“I will give him all he wants but the thing about married guys is they can’t always give you all you need. My last boss had “family obligations” that kept him out of my bed most of the time”

I left Dr. Helen Crump’s office and headed home. Tom would be there shortly. The next day I went into the plant to get a head start on my new job. By noon I was exhausted and needed to go home. I apparently had not recovered as quickly as I thought. But little by little I was back to normal and feeling great. I even had my period right on schedule.

I threw myself into my new job. I worked late hours, almost around the clock, learning the ropes. Also, Tom spent a lot of time tutoring me when he didn’t have other “obligations”

I had been a blond all my life, a sandy off color blond. I had to keep my hair bleached out to make it look half way decent. I fantasized about being a brunette and wanted to have my hair dyed. I asked Tom for his permission to have my hair done. He jokingly said, “Well, I don’t know. I hired a blond. That’s what I expect”

Actually, he told me I didn’t need his permission, but thanked me for asking. He said I was my own woman and free to do as I pleased. He told me he loved me. So, I had my hair done and became a brunette.

Tom thought it would be good for me to take some night classes. I didn’t have the prerequisites to take some of the courses he thought I needed. He pulled some strings with the local community college and I was allowed to “audit” the classes I needed. Physics was one such class. I took Technical Report Writing as well.

Tom sent me to a few supervisory and management seminars during the day and I was at school or doing homework most nights. Tom and I did get a chance to be together once in awhile but we were both extremely busy with our careers. Actually, I didn’t even have time to think about sex that often, if you can believe that. Another month went by and I had another period.

Tom and I would usually go to my place “our home” during the lunch hour and we would fuck. However, during my previous ovulation cycle Tom was called out of town on business.

I worked at building up my wardrobe with classy executive type outfits as the paychecks permitted. But at the same time I tried to get revealing, sexy garments, at least as sexy as would be appropriate garb for the business world.

Tom wanted me to give a presentation to the board of directors. So I worked real hard perfecting my PowerPoint skills and laid out the presentation. When I gave it I could see that Tom was beaming from ear to ear. I did a bang up job and impressed everyone. He later told me in private the only way that presentation could have been better was if I had been standing up there in front of the board with his baby in my belly.

Shortly thereafter my husband finally decided to come up and visit me and check things out. His special project at work was winding down and he was thinking about finally making the move even though Tracy was apparently not yet pregnant.

When he arrived he was shocked to see my hair and even more shocked when I told him the house was mine, not just a rental as he had been assuming all along. He liked the house and could not believe “we” were actually homeowners.

Jimmy only stayed for 2 days. He said he would be thinking about when and how to make the move but he was concerned about getting a job in the Chicago area. We arranged for the local paper to be sent to him so he could scan the want ads for work. It did not set well with him that I had become such a “beard winner”. It made him feel somehow inadequate. I could tell he was not happy. I also noticed he had taking to drinking quite a bit more than before I had relocated.

While he was “visiting” me I let Jimmy fuck me but I used a diaphragm without him knowing it. I asked him if Tracy had been a good little bed-warmer for him. I sensed a little embarrassment on his part but he admitted that she had been. He indicated that Tracy’s husband was starting to get suspicious.

Well anyway, I was somewhat pleased and relieved when he finally left to go back home. I was ovulating during his visit and in need of Tom, not my husband.

My next period came and went but Tom kept me busy as hell at work. My new job required that I write and be able to review and edit highly technical lab reports. So, while I was taking a Strength of Materials lab, Tom hired me a tutor to teach me the fine art of laboratory test report writing.

His name was Tony. He was a graduate engineering student working on his Masters. He was also very handsome and really sharp. Most of the time, we would meet at the Library, but a couple of times I went to his place, after hours. It was during one of those nights at his place that I started getting really horny…..horny for him.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. In there I took off all my cloths. The incision from the operation was healed and almost “invisible” by then but I still wore a medicated patch over it once in awhile just for good measure. I had one on that night but did not bother to remove it.

I stuffed the pantyhose, slip and bra into my handbag. I had no panties. I put my dress back on and left the shoes in the bathroom. The dress was cut above the knee of course and had a long zipper down the back. It was all I had on.

When I got back to the work table with Tony I told him my heels were killing me and I had a hell of a back ache. I asked if he had any Aspirin. I stood at the table “stretching” my back while he got the pills and a glass of water. After taking the pills he asked if I would like him to give me a back rub. Why, hell yes. I said that would be delightful.

I bent over the table and told him to have at it. Of course the zipper of my dress got in the way as he attempted to run his fingers up and down my spine. I told him it would help greatly if he unzipped me. He brought the zipper about half way down and resumed the messaging.

As Tony worked on my back he slipped his hands in under my dress where the zipper was open. Then he tried pushing the dress further apart where the zipper was open to gain better access to my shoulder blades. I told him to pull the zipper all the way down. He did. By then of course he knew I was naked beneath the dress. I asked him if he would rub my shoulders.

Tony reached up over my back and grabbed my shoulders and started giving them a good rub down. To do this he had to step up close and push his crotch into my tail end. I wiggled my butt up against his crotch as he messaged my shoulders. I told him to push the dress off my shoulders. He did.

I reached around behind me with my hand and rubbed his now obviously hard cock. He then ran his hands down along my flanks and slipped them under me, reaching for my breasts. I rose up off the table a little so he could get a good feel of my tits. He messaged my nipples as I continued rubbing his dick through his trousers. I said to him,

“Oh baby, you feel hard enough to give me a back rub from the inside out. Why don’t you let me get up so I can get this damn dress off”

He backed off and I stood up and turned to face him. All I had on my naked body was my wedding ring, a necklace, ear rings and the patch over my incision. He reached down and rubbed my pussy mound and then worked his fingers in between my cunt lips as we kissed each other.

My sex was not only well lubed with my own juices but I still carried Tom’s seed in my uterus from our session at lunch. I dropped to my knees and undid Tony’s pants. I pulled them down along with his boxers. His magnificent manhood sprang froth like a hot metal poker. What a gorgeous hunk of meat, wow! He was uncircumcised.

I began to stroke his cock, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the tip of his penis. I put my mouth on the tip of his dick and a couple of drops of pre-cum oozed out onto my tongue. He tasted good. I took my mouth off him and stroked him some more with one hand while working his foreskin back and forth with the other.

I watched as more fluid oozed from his pee slit. I licked the cum as it dribbled out. It just kept cuming, more and more love juice poured out. I continued working his foreskin and it was well lubricated with copious amounts of what had to be nut juice loaded with his virile sperm.

It didn’t take long for me to end up with a puddle of pre-cum in the palm of my hand. I had never seen a guy “leak” like that before. I held up my hand, showing him and said,

“Hey baby, if we keep this up there won’t be any left for my pussy”

He said he was sorry but no one had ever turned him on so much. I got up, turned around and put one foot up on the table and then bent over. I reached around behind me and said,

“Come here, Baby, let me have that bad boy. No sense wasting any more sperm. Let’s put it where it belongs”

He put his cock in my hand, God it must have been at least 11 inches long. I helped guide the tip of his penis into the opening of my slippery wet birth canal. He shoved it right in, balls deep. He took off his shirt and fucked me for at least 15 minutes with long, deep, slow strokes. He gave me several orgasms. I could sense his own orgasm approaching. It was imminent. I said,

“Fill my CUNT, baby. I want to feel you spurt. Pump your sperm deep in my baby factory”

That did it. I could feel his hot spurts going off inside me, spraying all over my cervix. To my surprise he didn’t go a bit soft but kept on fucking me, giving me more orgasms. I could hear and feel the foamy froth oozing out all over his cock as he plunged in and out of me. My pussy was going spastic and definitely working overtime trying to suck his seed into my womb. I finally got a little tired of that position and I was definitely weak at the knees. I asked him if he had a bed where we could go to make a baby.

He said he thought I was “safe” given the birth control patch and all. I told him it wasn’t a BC patch, just a band aid. He said something like, “Oh shit”

I told him not to worry about it, no one would ever know. I said if I got pregnant the kid would be mine and mine alone, either that or my husband or boyfriend would think it theirs. I asked him right out,

“Wouldn’t you enjoy knocking me up and seeing my belly swell with your bastard and my tits fill with milk for you to suck. “Oh God” was all he could muster. I told him to take me to his bed. He did.

It was 6:00AM before we finished making love. I didn’t leave his apartment until about 8:00 o’clock. That was alright since it was now Saturday morning and I didn’t have to be at work all bright eyed and bushy tailed.

Later that day Tom came by the house and asked me if I wanted to go for a sight-seeing drive and have a picnic. I said great and quickly packed us a lunch basket. We ended up at a relatively remote roadside picnic area up north somewhere near Lake Michigan.

I wore cut-offs and a bikini top since we had a beautiful Indian summer day going on. There were others at the picnic area but no one really close to us. After lunch Tom had me naked except for my shoes, all laid out on the picnic table, fucking my brains out. It was exciting since at any time someone might be walking or driving by and get to watch us copulate.

Afterwards, I rolled off the table and I stepped out onto the edge of the roadway and squatted with my feet spread apart. I needed to pee.

Tom was watching me of course and I knew by now he enjoyed my exhibitionism. As I started urinating, pee and sperm shot out between my legs all over the pavement and wouldn’t you know it, a car came driving by. The car slowed down as the driver got a good look at me, naked, pissing in the street.

The driver was an older man and he had what appeared to be his wife with him. His window was down and I could see he was drooling at what he saw. So, I yelled to him as I started finger fucking my self,

“Hey Baby, you want some of this? Cum and get it. Maybe your wife would like to watch you make me pregnant. We can do it in your back seat if you want”

His wife was aghast and slapping him on the shoulder told him to get the hell out of there. Tom and I both had a great laugh and it was a great ending to a great day.

The next day, Sunday, Tom had family obligations so I was by myself. I called Tony but no answer. I went to the local drug store and bought a pregnancy test stick. When I got home and pissed on it, I was shocked to see it indicated positive.

Holy shit, I was finally PREGNANT with bastard child.

Chapter Two

It took me some time for the reading on the EPT wand to actually sink in. It would be the next day, Monday before I could give Tom the news and I couldn’t get a hold of Tony. I would make arrangements to see Dr. Crump as soon as I could to confirm the home pregnancy test.

I wondered what the odds were that Tony had been the one to fertilize my egg. Probably not too high since Tom had done a pretty good job of keeping me full of his seed. But I must admit Tony gave me a really good fucking.

Even though it had been over a month since my Husband Jimmy had been up to visit me and that would have been long before I conceived, I figured he wouldn’t know the difference, at least not right away, if ever. It would be rather easy and perhaps convenient to just let him think he fathered the bastard in my belly. Since I was dying to tell somebody I thought I would try giving him a call. When he answered the phone I told him he was going to be a daddy.

There was silence on the other end for a moment before he responded with, “Ah, well…..How did you know?”

Now there was silence on my end as I processed what he was saying based on the simple question he asked me.

Finally I said, “Didn’t you know, I’m clairvoyant”

I heard him ask Tracy in the background if she had been talking to me. Since it was Sunday I was a little surprised that she was there with him instead of at home with her husband. He came back on the line and told me her husband found out that she had been coming to our apartment during the days instead of out looking for work as she had told him and he knew that his wife was sleeping around behind his back (with my husband of course).

The next thing I knew Tracy was on the line telling me her husband had secretly followed her to our place one morning and basically confirmed his suspicion that she was being unfaithful to him. He called her a slut, a whore and an adulterous bitch. And of course she was all of that, not to mention being a bitch-in-heat. Her husband kicked her out of the house and was filing for divorce.

Since she was still unemployed and now homeless, she had no real choice but to move in with my husband. Then to bring in some extra cash to help out with expenses and to have something to do with herself while he was at work in the evenings, she had taken a part time job as a dancer at the Caviler Club, a strip joint that I was familiar with.

She said she had a bun in the oven and that she and Jimmy had been discussing how to tell me about it. She said they had also been discussing her having an abortion since her husband was divorcing her. She hoped I was not upset with her and reminded me I had given my blessing with regard to her mating with Jimmy.

I said that was back when my oven was on the fritz.

She ignored my comment and said she didn’t want to abort the pregnancy but with no husband and no job she had no way to support a love child. Even if she carried full term she wouldn’t have the money to pay for the birth, so even giving the baby up for adoption wasn’t really an option either.

Then she asked how I knew about the pregnancy, did I just have a premonition or what?

All of a sudden I had an epiphany, a vision like a bolt of lightning from the sky. I told her I didn’t know she had a bun in the oven. I said the reason I had called was to tell my husband that I did.

She said, “Oh……I see” So I told her she better put him back on so I could break the news to him. When I told him he was a bit taken aback by the news and didn’t know what to say at first. He did say “I love you” though. He was feeling a bit guilty and felt he should be doing more to help Tracy out. But he also wanted to be with me, especially now that I was pregnant too. He didn’t want her to have an abortion. He wanted the baby as much as she did. Then he said he was making plans to come up and move back in with me when all hell broke loose with Tracy’s husband.

I started to lay out my vision for him. I suggested that he and Tracy move in with me immediately. I told him to just sell off or give away all the furnishings, load up their cloths and personal effects and hit the road. We didn’t need any of the furniture in our apartment because the house I bought came complete with beautiful furnishings, much nicer than anything we had.

He asked if I really wanted Tracy to move in with us. I told him it would be ideal. I was sure he could land a decent daytime job in the area or at worst in the outskirts of metropolitan Chicago where the job market was good. I told him my career was taking off really great and that when the baby came along I was going to need a nanny. That way Tracy could have her baby and live the “life of luxury” as a stay at home mom, totally rent and expense free. She could take care of both our babies while he and I were at work. And as a bonus he would get to make love with both of us anytime he wanted.

He said he should probably give a couple weeks notice at work before he could leave and said he would talk to Tracy about it and get back to me shortly.

Fifteen minutes later he called me back. Tracy liked the idea and said she was ready to do it immediately. I said “Great” and told him to keep me posted. Then he had to get ready for work since his work week started Sunday night.

About an hour later after Jimmy left for work, Tracy called me to ask some questions. She asked if I was sure I wanted to get rid of all the furniture. I said “our” new home was amply furnished. She was thrilled with the idea of moving in with us and we talked about what it might be like with us all living together.

I told her in confidence that Jimmy was not the one who knocked me up, that I had secretly used a diaphragm the last time I saw him. Additionally she knew when he had been up for the visit and that it was quite awhile ago. I told her I had just recently conceived. Then she told me she was pretty sure she had Jimmy’s baby in her belly but in all honesty she couldn’t be 100% sure. But he didn’t know that.

 
She told me she had let some of the customers at the club fuck her in the VIP lounge and had copulated with the owner and a couple of the bouncers back in the dressing room, all bareback, flesh on flesh, taking their sperms into her womb. She said she was virtually certain all of the guys were “clean” and it made her so hot she just couldn’t help it. She had craved the feeling and the thrill of having the guys squirt their hot loads into her bare uterus. She went on to tell me how it all began.
The second night on the job she had a customer, a handsome, well-to-do, executive type, ask her for a lap dance in one of the VIP rooms. The price was $50 for 3 songs. She wore a thong and heels but was topless. In the dark seclusion of the VIP lounge she let him kiss, lick and suck her nipples as she dry humped his erection through her thong and his trousers.

He asked her to take the thong off. She told him lap dances weren’t allowed without her pussy being covered and went on to tell him that touching her nipples was also against the rules. However, she liked having him suck on her tits and since they were in the VIP, nobody could see what they were doing anyway. He asked, “So, why can’t you take off your thong?”

Tracy told him it would cost him another $25. He pulled a twenty and a fiver out of his shirt pocket and handed her the money. She took the thong off and gave him a nude lap dance. During the third and final song he asked her what it would take for her to unzip his pants, pull out his erection and stick it into her pussy. Tracy told the guy, a fellow named Raymond, she would do it for $200 but he would need a condom.

He pulled three $100 bills out of his shirt pocket and gave them to her saying he didn’t have a condom. She told him they would need it, that it was her “hot” time of the month and she wasn’t on the pill or any other form of birth control. He said, “Baby, I want you sooo…bad”

While still grinding her now bare cunt into his crotch she said to him something like, “Look, you’re talking about more than just three songs worth here. By the hour this room costs at least $400 or $500 bucks and that all goes to the house, I don’t see a dime of it. You either need to get a rubber or pony up some big bucks if you expect me to risk pregnancy. Do you have any idea what it even costs to get an abortion these days?”

He reached for his coat which he had taken off and laid aside earlier and pulled out a wallet. He then extracted a stack of $100 bills and handed them to Tracy. She admitted to me that she would have probably done it for free just for the thrill of it, but the money and bargaining made it all that much more fun.

He said there was $2500 there and it was all he had on him at the moment. He wanted to know if that would make it worth her while for him to enjoy the honor of inseminating her “hot” little womb. She told him she needed to go pay the house for the room and for him to get naked while she was gone. She asked him what kind of drink he would like, then got off him, put on her thong and bikini top and left the room. After settling up for the VIP rental and getting them drinks from the bar she returned to the “sex room”

When she got there Raymond was sitting naked on the couch stroking his hard penis. She put the drinks on the side table and removed her thong and top.  She put one foot up on the couch and while removing her heel said something like, “So, big boy, you want to make a baby tonight. Is that right?” He responded with, “Nothing would give me more pleasure” She took off the other shoe and they were both totally naked.

She got down between his legs a sucked him. Then she climbed up on top of him and put her cunt to his mouth so he could stick his tongue in her and taste her. As he licked her she told him she wanted him to fuck her brains out before he emptied his nuts into her. Then she sat on his lap, driving his hard cock deep up inside her belly. They fucked for at least half an hour in various positions. She said she was so hot and feeling like such a bitch-in-heat that she begged him to make her pregnant.

She guided him and couched him on how to get his penis up into her cervix and as the tip of his cock slipped into her cervical opening and beyond, into her uterus, she told him her egg was ready. She wanted his sperm and told him to plant his seed in her “fucking, whore womb”

She told me she had the most fantastic orgasm as she heard him moan and felt him quiver and spurt inside her. After it was over she got down on her knees and licked him clean then wiped her leaking twat with her hand and rubbed it all over her tummy. She put her shoes back on then her thong to sop up the fluids still oozing from her birth canal.

He got dressed and they walked back to his table together. She remained topless the rest of the night. She carried her top in a small purse used for incidentals and to hold money. Of course she removed the thong during her next dance. She said it felt hot spreading her snatch open up on stage for the customers to see as Ray’s nut juice was still oozing out.

I told her it sounded exciting, so I started to reveal some more of my vision to her. Assuming Jimmy gets a proper daytime job I said during our lunch break at work that perhaps I could bring Tom home with me on week days. I was sure Tom would want to fuck her too and so we could share him for lunch. I told her I knew for a fact he would love to suck milk from our boobs. She asked if Tom was the father of my baby. I told her I was pretty sure that he was.

I went on with; after we have our kids and get back in shape we could have Jimmy baby sit in the evenings. That would free us up to work part time in a strip joint like she had been doing. Her story turned me on and I said we could make “whore-money” on the side, just for kicks, while having fun fucking other guys. She thought that would be absolutely great, especially with me there doing it with her. Our main concern was how to mitigate the potential of contracting an STD since neither of us liked using condoms.

I told her about my fantasy of having bareback sex on stage in front of an audience. She told me that sometimes strip joints close for an evening now and then and get rented out for private parties, like bachelor parties for instance. I said, “Yeah, it would be fun to gang bang with a whole room full of horny guys, wouldn’t it?” She agreed.

She suggested that we could do porn videos too. I said that stuff usually ends up on the internet sooner or later and that I didn’t want to be on the internet. Then she offered another idea. We could open an escort service. I responded that it might be worth looking into.

She said she was excited and was ready to start packing. She didn’t want to wait for Jimmy to give his notice. She wanted to come up and join me right away. I told her to do it.

Later that night I surfed the internet to see how escorts advertised themselves or should I say “Marketed their Skills”

Along the way I ran into an interesting blog with some woman saying, 

”I love getting pregnant and usually let it go a couple of months before I abort. My most fun experience was having my husband watch me make a baby with a black guy. That time I waited more than 3 months before I had the fetus taken out of my lily white womb. When I’m pregnant my partners and I talk about abortion during sex, and sometimes it gets kind of rough, in hopes that I'll bleed out. I party hard - drink and fuck hard - hoping that I'll miscarry. Had three miscarriages as a result...love getting fucked just before going into the clinic, and had more than one doctor comment as he scraped the cum out of my pussy, before scraping the kid out. I have a gyno who understands my fetish, and provides most of my services”

Wow, I wondered; do women really do that sort of thing?

TO BE CONTINUED........