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Accounting internships were hard to come by for a twenty-one-year-old college senior, so when the agency told me my application to work for Laura Walker and been “provisionally accepted,” I was more than happy to take the required physical exam, complete with EKG, genetic testing, and blood draws.
It seemed a little over the top, but Laura Walker’s reputation as the billionaire owner of a clothing line she started would make this job a big-ticket resumé item. And since it involved working directly with Laura herself, I hoped that perhaps I could score a full-time assignment after graduation.
The head of the agency called me with the good news. “You made the cut, Patrick. Ms. Walker wanted me to assure her that you answered all the questions on the application honestly.”
I told him that I had and jokingly said that he was welcome to hire a private detective to check me out.
I was surprised when he said, “We did,” exhaling in relief. “You can’t imagine how tough it’s been to find a candidate with every qualification and prerequisite she demanded. You seem to be the boy scout she’s looking for.”
I had done my homework on my new boss. She was a well-respected executive, a tough, self-made woman who could be a formidable competitor in the cut-throat world of business.
I didn’t know what to expect.
The Laura Walker I came to know turned out to be totally different than the picture her public reputation painted. She wasn’t the ruthless, thirty-eight-year-old CEO at all. In fact, she was kind, funny, and patient. I liked her instantly.
“Your primary focus will be balancing my many personal bank statements,” she told me as we sat on the porch that surrounded her 10,000 square foot mansion. “And I may ask you to do some odd jobs for me once we get to know one another a bit better.”
Ms. Walker was coming off of a nasty break up that the press had covered with glee. At the center was custody of a one-year-old baby, who I learned was her pride and joy.
As time passed, I came to relish my days with Laura and Angel, her beautiful little girl. And I also became aware of how attractive Laura was when not dressed for her CEO role.
She preferred loose-fitting T-shirts and sweatpants around the house. She had an athlete’s body, perhaps a bit broader in the hips as a result of giving birth. Her smile revealed appealing dimples, and long, flowing auburn hair framed her green eyes.
But her two most striking features were her breasts. It was true that lactating mothers tended to have larger breasts, but these were enormous, imposing orbs that stretched the elastic edges of her nursing bras.
As I came to understand Ms. Walker’s daily routine, I learned that she was producing more than enough milk for her baby and had a freezer nearly filled with the excess. She donated her production to a local non-profit which provided it to mothers who couldn’t breastfeed but wanted to go the “natural” way.
Being a typical guy, I had to take extra care not to let my eyes wander, but I sometimes thought Ms. Walker noticed my inspections of her alluring body and seemed pleased.
As time passed, I found myself occasionally invited to dinner with Laura and Angel. She had several servants but enjoyed cooking and liked the small, family atmosphere that the three of us created together.
Angel and I got along famously. I was the oldest of seven and was great with babies. My boss had told me to call her Laura after hours, and I became Patrick instead of Mr. Tallman. So, I was only mildly surprised when I got a call from Laura’s assistant, inviting me to the mansion on a specific Saturday evening.
“Ms. Walker wants to know if you are available for dinner on this date.”
Since I was working my way through school, homework swamped my weekends. There was no time for a social life. And when the boss asks, the answer was always “yes.”
Laura, herself, met me at the door in white tennis shorts and an alluring linen shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. It was impossible not to notice her breasts bulging above the cup of her bra. I started to thicken behind the zipper of my trousers and did my best to keep it from showing despite how uncomfortable it became.
“I’m so glad you could come, Patrick. There’s something I want to talk with you about.”
She had prepared a sumptuous meal for us. But one thing was missing: Angel was nowhere around. I didn’t ask about it. The wine flowed, and the conversation was casual. Soon we were both feeling no pain or inhibition.
“Did you ever wonder about the detailed medical hoops I made you jump through?” Laura asked.
“I thought it was a little unusual, but I needed the internship, so I didn’t question it.”
“Not even the blood test and the full physical?”
“No ma’am. I was just happy to be considered for the job.”
“And the questions about your sex life. Those didn’t ring any bells of concern for you?”
I had to admit that they were a bit odd. “It was a bit awkward to confirm that a senior in college was still a virgin if that’s what you mean.”
Laura nodded. “That’s the one. I’m sure you read about my break-up and my statement that I never intend to remarry.”
“That’s your business, Laura. It’s not for me to judge.”
“Well, I want Angel to have a sibling. It was important to find the right person to be the sperm donor.”
The revelation was unexpected, and I was still unaware of where the conversation was going. “These days, they have catalogs,” I said. “I hear you can pick whatever gene pool you want.”
“But I wanted to know the donor personally. He had to be right, not only genetically, but temperamentally. It was important to validate his character.”
I wasn’t following her. “Have you found your donor?”
“Yes, Patrick—you. I want you to father Angel’s sibling.”
That threw me for a loop. All the puzzle pieces suddenly fell into place. A billionaire executive takes me into her home, tests my character, knows everything about my medical history, and is aware that I’m one of the few untouched virgins in my age group.
I was stunned. It must have shown on my face because Laura was suddenly soothing.
“It’s okay, Patrick. I apologize for springing it on you like this. But my doctor confirms that I’m ovulating. If I’m going to get pregnant, this is the night to make it happen. You are the person I want to be the father. You won’t have any responsibility for the child, and I’ll pay you handsomely for your…services.”
“This is a lot to process, Laura. I wish you had given me some time to think about what you’re proposing.”
My boss leaned across the table. That beautiful face was impossible to ignore. “It has to be tonight, Patrick. But you don’t have to sign any documents until we know for sure that I’m pregnant. What do you say? How would you like to notch a billionaire as your very first fuck?”
I had never heard her be this direct or forward. But the wine was influencing my judgment, and she looked irresistible.
“You’re a great man, Patrick. I can’t think of anyone else who would be a better partner in this process. I’ll pay off all of your college debt and guarantee you a job after graduation with a signing bonus beyond your wildest dreams.”
I rose from my chair, intending to leave. This was too much to process. Laura stood too. She came around the table to face me. Her eyes reminded me of my youngest sister when she wanted to raid the candy drawer.
Laura took my hands in hers, her glorious chest heaving as she breathed. “Please, Patrick. Let me be your first. Give me your essence, and let’s create a life that we will both be proud of.”
Between the wine and the powerful appeal in her gaze, my defenses crumbled.
“All right,” I said. “But I didn’t lie on that form. Aside from jerking off, I’ve never had a sexual experience.”
“I know,” she said, leading me in the direction of her bedroom. “I wanted to be your first. I promise to make it something you’ll always remember.”
* * *
Laura’s bedroom was larger than my entire apartment. A huge, circular king-size bed was surrounded almost entirely by windows. The mistress of the house pressed a button, and electrically controlled curtains covered the haunting sunset that cast a golden glow into the room.
“Let me prepare you,” she said, guiding me toward the master bathroom that adjoined the vast suite.
We were soon both undressed and luxuriating in the warm rainfall from a dozen shower heads pointing at us from all directions.
Laura washed my body with the attention to detail I knew she brought in every aspect of her business. Watching the cascades swirl around her curves made my cock start to rise.
“Ahh,” Laura said. “This is good. Allow me.” She was on her knees in an instant, her voluptuous lips gently sucking the head of my manhood. It was another first for me, an incredible turn-on that sent the blood pumping toward the source of her interest.
Laura gazed in awe as it lengthened past eight inches, the circumference expanding with each beat of my heart.
After we showered, Laura carefully dried off both of our bodies and led me back to the bedroom.
“It’s important to get every drop of your magic inside of me tonight. The ground is fertile. All I need is your contribution.
Despite the directorial nature of her words, her voice was gentle, sexy, even loving. She lay in the center of the large bed, pressing a button to dim the lights. Soft new-age music began to play. She spread her creamy-white thighs and eased her hand down her stomach to begin rubbing herself with an index finger. She closed her eyes as if focusing on some long-lost lover. I watched her clit rise in response. Laura was doing this as much for her benefit as for mine. It had the intended effect. I was rock hard.
“Love me,” Laura said. It was an almost plaintive request, and tonight, I would be the one to fulfill it.
I had never made love to a woman, although I thought about it all the time. I had seen enough porn to know the moves. I pressed her legs farther apart to give me space for my knees and towered over her, my cock pulsating before her eyes.
“All right, Laura. You have been more than kind to me. I’m honored to help you. You truly are my first. I hope you understand what this means to me. I won’t ask you for anything where the child is concerned, but please know that my heart is in your hands tonight.”
Tears begin to well in Laura’s eyes. “I promise you,” she whispered. “Tonight will be as special and meaningful to me as it is to you. Thank you, Patrick. Thank you for the incredible gift you are giving me.”
She continued to circle her clit with her index finger. I could see the wetness that awaited me and gently placed my hands on the mattress so I could guide my swollen cock inside of her wet and waiting hole.
Her warmth was indescribable. Overcome with emotions I did not expect, I slowly pressed myself deep into her warm, wet canal. When our two pubic bones connected, the overwhelming sensations of the moment were too much for me, and I came far too soon.
I realized then that it had been weeks since I had any sort of self-gratification. The build-up of semen must have been tremendous. What felt like an unending stream filled her with each reflexive spurt from my seminal vesicles.
Laura’s arms encircled me, pulling me tight against her as my climax continued. Such was the extent of my output that I began to feel it leaking out and seeping between us. I moved my arms behind her knees, lifting them into the air and pressing them toward her shoulders, using our connection as leverage.
“Let’s give those little swimmers some help with gravity,” I said, smiling at her peaceful countenance.
Her massive breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her eyes closed, and I could imagine her visualizing the connection between sperm and egg that would turn her dream into reality. When it felt like we had given the process enough time, I gently let her legs fall back onto the mattress and pulled my still rock-hard cock out of her.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t give you more of a rollercoaster ride, Laura. It truly was my first time, and you felt so wonderful that I couldn’t hold back.” I was embarrassed but undeniably satisfied in a way I’d never experienced. Jacking off didn’t hold a candle to a pussy.
“I said I would make this memorable, Patrick,” she answered, propping some pillows against the headboard and resting her back against them. “And I intend to deliver on the promise.”
She placed another pillow onto her lap, motioning for me to rest my head there.
“I’ve seen you staring at my boobs,” Laura said, a sly expression transforming her face. “Ever had an Adult Nursing Experience?”
I had to admit that I had not.
Her enormous breasts hung above me. It was the first time I’d had the opportunity to focus on her nipples. They were fully erect and protruded nearly an inch outwards from a pair of large areolas.
She gently squeezed one between a thumb and forefinger. “I’ve tasted my milk. Tell me what you think.” With that, she took both of her hands and guided a breast to my waiting mouth. Laura sighed as I began to suck. “Ahh, yes. I can feel it letting down. It’s such a relief when it does.”
My tongue pulled her thick nipple toward the roof of my mouth as the milk began to flow. What started as small droplets quickly became a powerful jet of warm, sweet liquid. I could barely swallow it fast enough to keep up.
Laura laughed. “Angel has the same problem. I end up giving her a bottle and pumping because it comes out with too much force.”
She squeezed her tit, pressing it against my face, giggling as the thick stream of mother’s milk overflowed out of the edges of my mouth and down the side of my cheeks.
“Suck it,” she commanded. “Suck it harder. Don’t worry about the overflow. Just take what you can. You’re giving me more relief than you realize.” Her head fell back as if to exaggerate her point.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her other breast starting to leak and pressed it toward her face. “You, too,” I gurgled, trying to keep pace with the ever-increasing volume.
Laura grabbed the tip of her nipple between her teeth, teasing me as she massaged her breast with her free hand.
“So it’s a competition you want,” she said, beginning to lap at herself with abandon. She wasn’t concerned about drinking anything. The milk cascaded from her mouth, down the contours of her mound and onto her chest.
The visuals were so stimulating that I began to feel as if I might come again, which I promptly told Laura. She maneuvered me onto my back with surprising ease and climbed on top of me, pressing her dripping pussy over the top of my pulsating cock.
She began to grind, even as the strong output from her breasts continued to spray my face and flow down the front of her and onto my stomach.
“Again, Patrick,” she pleaded. “Fill me again. Become the father of our child.”
That did it. I arched up into her, waves of my white juices again filling Laura to the brim. When it was all over, she collapsed onto my chest. In time we uncoupled, laying side by side, staring into one another’s eyes.
Laura Walker put a hand behind my head and pulled me to her. “The age difference between us suddenly means nothing, Patrick.” She took a deep breath, held my eyes, and then confessed. “I think I may be falling for you.”
Her first kiss was just as memorable as the rest of the evening, and I knew it wouldn’t be our last.
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