Chapter 8

Deirdre blinked her eyes open. The sex toy was still inside her, though its batteries had obviously drained. How long had she tried and failed to cum? She was so frustrated ... Then she realized that sunlight was peering through her blinds ... it was the next day, and Evan would be refreshed! She tossed the dead dildo onto the floor -- no more need for that useless thing! -- and pulled the covers off of him. Giggling at the minor state of his major asset, she took it into her mouth, amused at the scent of her floral body wash, as that was all that had been available for his shower the previous night. When she had gotten it hard enough, the auburn-haired beauty clambered her fit body astride his hips and easily slipped it inside her very wet pussy. “Oh yes ... yesss...” she moaned as she began to ride him.

Evan’s eyes blinked and then opened wide. “GET OFF!” He thrashed and pushed her off of him, then rolled off the bed into the corner, huffing and red-faced as he curled up into a ball.

“Evan! Oh my God...” Deirdre had fallen to the carpet but was unhurt. She went to him but stopped short ... he was clearly having a panic attack. She dropped to one knee. “Evan? You’re safe ... nobody’s going to hurt you here.”

He looked at her and recognition dawned. “Deirdre? Shit ... don’t try to have sex with me while I’m asleep!”

“Okay ... okay,” she assured him. “Can I hug you?” At his nod, she moved forward to rest his head in her cleavage as he shuddered and eventually calmed.

Later, after a breakfast of bacon and eggs, Deirdre was washing the dishes when she heard Evan coming up behind her. She smirked as his hands came around and cupped her C-cups through her t-shirt while he ground his erection into her panties ... she hadn’t put any pants on that morning, hoping to attract his interest with her strong, shapely legs, and it seemed that it had worked. “Oh, Evan...” she moaned as his hands found her freshly-erect nipples. He pushed aside her auburn hair with his chin and nibbled at the nape of her neck, making her shudder. “Mmn...” He pulled down her panties and she took the opportunity to remove her shirt as well, revealing her pale, toned back. He pushed her torso forward, causing her shapely butt to push out, and he lined his hard cock up. “Yesss...” she groaned as that fantastically thick member filled her once again ... she’d been wet for him since waking up.

His hands went back up to squeeze at her boobs and she moaned again. While her breasts seemed a little sensitive that morning, she pushed through any discomfort ... finally, they were fucking after almost a week apart! Evan seemed driven, ramming into her again and again ... she knew that if she had been fucked this well prior to her first time with him, she would have cum already, but her orgasm was somehow still blocked. “Evan ... please ... I need it...”

“What ... ugh ... do you need ... ugh ... Deirdre? Tell me.”

“I need you to cum ... cum inside meee...”

“Yes ... yesss ... my hot boss...”

“Cum...” She could feel his cock swelling inside her. “Cumm...”

“Ugh!

“ ... in...”

“Ugh!”

“ME...!”

“UGH!”

“ ... EEEEE...!” she screamed as she felt the throb of his first bolt of sperm deep inside her. She pushed back at him and felt a jolt as the tip of his cock butted up against her cervix. “ ... EEEE...!” she continued to screech as burst after burst of his seed saturated the spasming opening to her womb. “ ... eeerhhh...” she babbled as one spurt lined right up to allow his boys direct access to her baby chamber. “G-huhh...” she groaned and fell forward, her face falling into the dishwater.

“Whoop!” Evan pulled her hair back to make sure she kept breathing as the remains of his load dribbled out into her fit body. Amused, he pulled out and steered the insensate woman into the living room, sitting her in a stuffed chair. “Ooh,” he commented as he saw his sperm spilling out of her onto the fabric and ran to get a towel.

They went to the store to buy Evan some clothes, had some lunch (cheeseburgers) while they were out, and then went back to her place. While he had said that she was his boss with benefits, he didn’t turn her down when she went to hold his hand. She thought she saw a small smile cross his lips when she did so, though she didn’t know what it meant.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” she asked him later on the couch. “You were away from work all week ... I was worried.”

“Uh, a thing happened ... I really can’t talk about it, Deirdre, but thanks.”

“Okay.”

That night, in her bed again, they were naked, making out, and she almost climbed astride him but stopped. “Can I get on top?” she asked.

“Um, I might not want that for a while. Lay back.”

She did so and he looked down at her intently, as if memorizing her features. She blushed under his gaze as he got between her legs. He took her in the missionary position and they passionately kissed as if they were true lovers. She was so confused, but wrapped her strong legs about his body anyway. “Give it to me, Evan ... please ... I want it...”

He didn’t make her vocalize it again, and instead thrust into her faster. “I love fucking you, Deirdre.”

Her heart had skipped a beat when he started with, ‘I love... ‘ “Me too,” she responded, confused again. She decided to take control, gripping him with her thighs and squeezing her kegels like before. “Cum ... please, Evan ... fill me...”

“Oh fuuuck!”

“Yes!” Her back arched as he inseminated her once again, setting off her massive orgasm. “UHH! Ohmyfuck! Uhhghh...” Her body vibrated in pleasure as she felt his warmth saturate her unprotected depths once more. “UHK! Uhgh...” Then she passed out.

Evan stayed there just staring at her unconscious face ... his asshole boss really was pretty, with that subtle line of freckles under her eyes. He was still inside her but deflating fast. A few seconds later, he slipped out and rolled off with a sigh. Soon after, he was asleep.

Evan woke to find Deirdre staring at him like he’d done to her the previous night. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She pushed off the covers to reveal her fit, sexy body to his gaze.

Once again Evan marveled at his cum’s ability to make any woman want him. Azure had been first, but the blonde prostitute had acted completely differently to his boss, who had become almost subservient. Azure had also become really vocal about him getting Mrs. Williamson and Azure’s roommate pregnant ... He frowned. “Um, Deirdre, you’re on birth control, right?”

She looked confused. “No ... did you want me to be?”

He sat up. “But we’ve been having unprotected sex. Aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant?”

“Oh, uh ... that’s weird ... I guess I’m not.” She tried to remember her cycle and recalled her breasts being sore the previous day ... she tested them again ... yep, they still were. “I can go back on the pill after my next period.”

Deep inside her, though, Evan’s sperm had finally found the egg she had released the day before and swarmed it, each swimmer battering at the ovum’s wall until one finally penetrated, shutting out its siblings and condemning them to wither away while it started its own new life.

“Yeah,” Evan agreed, “that would be best.”

Evan it’s Dad ... come home.

You’re back? Evan texted back.

Yes and we need to talk mister.

Evan grimaced. His dad knew what was going on with Evan’s sperm, so would immediately recognize his wife’s addicted state. When Evan got home, he knew, his dad would beat the shit out of him.

I’m staying away ... got some women after me and they know where I live.

His phone rang ... it was his dad so he answered. “Yeah?”

“Come home ... now.”

“Okay.” He hung up. “Fuck.”

Deirdre turned to him on the couch. “Evan?”

“I gotta go home. Can you drive me?”

She took his hand. “When will you be back?”

“I don’t know. My dad’s pretty pissed. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.” He let go of her hand and stood up.

“Um...”

He turned back. “What?”

“They put me on leave Friday morning.”

“What? Why?”

She blushed. “I was making a lot of mistakes and couldn’t concentrate without you there. I think someone told corporate about what we were doing, too, so I don’t know if or when I’ll be going back. Um, they let you go, too.”

“Well, fuck.”

“I’m sorry, Evan.”

“Yeah ... can you please drive me home?”

Evan waved at Deirdre as she drove away and nearly facepalmed himself. Now another addicted woman knew where he lived! He pushed open the front door. “I’m home!”

“Evan!”

A voluptuous, brunette form rounded the corner and slammed into him. “Mo--Shannon?”